Chapter 3: Aphrodite: The Goddess of Love!

Sorry it took so long to update, but I'm only going to post half of this up because it should be read in short parts. It could be funny, but then again it couldn't . . . Oh well read and review please!

"Hahahaha . . ." Ever since Welch had returned from the hospital (after having her beak removed in the most painful way imaginable), she had this hate. Not this normal, everyday I'm-gonna-kill-you-but-you'll-be-my-best-friend-tomorrow kind of deal, but the persistent rage which allowed her to ANNIHILATE the one target the young woman had on her mind.

"Um . . . excuse me . . ." Welch looked from her book entitled, "101 Ways to Claim Vengeance on a Blue-Haired Idiot Who Has the Destruction Gene," and looked towards the speaker who had disturbed her at the wrong moment. Sighing, she looked towards the delivery boy.

"What do you have for me now, Laksaim?"

'Laksaim . . . ha, what a funny name,' she thought as she glanced at the young man who held a package before her. It was probably another patented item for her to look over. Something she could look into AFTER she dances on Fayt's grave.

"Um . . . well Miss Welch, it's from Fayt."

'What? Damn Fayt! Should I trust the package . . .? Maybe he'll tell me what it is this time . . .' Welch's thoughts wandered back and forth, wondering about the consequences of opening the package. Would she be charcoaled? Would she end up with a duck bill? Well . . . let's just pray for the best.

"Okay . . . hand it over . . ." Sighing, Welch took the package from the boy and reached into her pocket for a pen. Humming to herself, she wrote on the clipboard the information that was needed and had thrust it back towards the boy.

"Okay you can leave." Welch looked towards the boy in an impatient mood as the boy just stood there with a hungry look.

"Shouldn't I have a tip?" Bad move kid . . . bad move.

"NO! GET THE HELL OUT NOW!" Welch yelled out in annoyance as she picked up the boy (surprisingly the boy was 5'5" and 137 pounds) and threw him clean out the guild registration door. Smoothing her clothes with her powerful, small hands, she walked back to the desk and stared at the package as the boy shouted from the streets.

"JUST YOU WAIT MISSY! I'LL HAVE YOU REPORTED BY THE END OF THIS WEEK!"

"Whatever . . ." Welch continued to stare at the package, gently drawing her fingers across it with one hand as her other hand rested below her chin.

"Fayt . . . Fayt . . . Fayt . . . how you think you can trick me . . . I'll get to you yet . . ." Welch muttered to herself as she reached inside her drawer for a pair of scissors. Slowly she removed her chin from her left hand to provide support for the right hand. Piercing the tape with the scissors, Welch kept the scissors in a straight line with her left hand as she sliced through the sticky substance with her right. Once she was done, she flung the scissors aside.

"OW! MY EYE!"

'Great . . . I killed the old man . . . now I have to run the stupid guild?' The young woman looked to the guild master, who had blood pouring in one eye as well as being unconscious. Welch just shrugged and looked back to the package. Slowly she placed her hands under the folds of the box and lifted them open, turning her head away, praying an explosive wouldn't take it off. Taking a deep breath she turned her head to the box and saw . . .

"AAAAHHH!"

Welch screamed as she jumped up and ran to the coffee pot that was roasting over the fire. The brew splattered onto the floor as Welch rushed to save what coffee she had left. Unfortunately, once she took the coffee off the fire, there was only enough for a sixteenth of a cup.

"Aw . . . that is so not cool . . ." She placed what was left into a cup and slowly sipped it in very slow . . . sips. As she ran her lips over the mug, she removed the object from the box, looking at it with intense curiosity. It was in a vial, so strange, beholding such an odd color. It was, well, pink! Plastered onto the vial was a note, most likely sent by Fayt. Carefully she read the note.

'Hey Welch, the contents inside is called Aphrodite potion. No joke. I'm sorry for the inconvenience of the other devices.'

Fayt

"Well, at least he was sorry. But why didn't he tell me what the Aphrodite potion does?" She mumbled as she played with the vial. She knew nothing could hurt her now. Yet she had no knowledge of Greek mythology and who Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, was.

She opened her mouth wide in a great yawn as she looked at the vial filled with the strange liquid, and in deep thought stretched herself into the chair. She was incredibly tired and had nothing better to do, so why not take the chance to spend a few minutes snoozing?

Welch laid the potion near her coffee cup and pot, with the pot once again brewing a new batch. Soon she found herself thinking about her shoes and how . . . dressy they not were . . . and . . . why tulips grew . . . in the ground . . . and . . . later fell into a deep sleep. During her sleep . . .

Knock knock!

A knocking emitted from the door as someone yelled Welch's name, but not loud enough for the sleeping Welchy to notice.

"Welch! This is Clair Lasbard! Please open the door!" Knock. Knock. Knock. This went on for at least ten minutes before Clair had Tynave and Farleen, her two favorite spies, "easily" opened the door. Easily as in bashed into ten-thousand tiny splinters, but at least they went through the door.

"Welch? What are you do . . ." Before Clair could ever finish her sentence; Farleen clapped a hand over her mouth and pointed towards the tired Welch. Clair muttered, "Oh," as the other two girls looked around.

"Come on you girls, let's look for that item I accidentally sent," Clair whispered to the two girls.

"What was it?"

"You remember that exploding thong?" Clair blushed a little as she found herself saying 'thong'.

"Oh," They both said in unison. The three of them then began to look for the exploding thong, hoping to find it fast. They rummaged through the entire guild, finding many absurd items such as pickled sea squirt and cute little homunculi, but not the exploding thong. Rushing for about three hours certainly tired them for the moment, so they decided to take a rest break. Sitting upon crates of new inventions the trio looked at each with hopeless glances.

"We won't ever find that invention . . ." Clair hung her head as she stared towards the floor. The other two women attempted to cheer her up.

"Oh, it'll be alright Clair, we'll find it by the end of the day . . ." Farleen piped.

"Yeah, we'll find it and we can discard it before someone ends up hurt," Tynave chipped in.

"Maybe some coffee might help . . . I'm sure Welch won't mind . . ." Clair took the coffee pot from the fire and grabbed a mug on Welch's desk and poured herself a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, she never liked coffee without cream . . .

"Hey you two . . . where's the cream?" Clair asked the two women in hopes they would know.

"How are we supposed to know? We don't own this place," Tynave kicked her legs against the crate in restlessness, waiting for an answer from Clair.

"Well . . . oh! Maybe this is the cream!" Clair took the vial of Aphrodite potion and opened it. Sadly, they did not know what that was and they were in for a hell of a time.

Clair poured half of the potion into the mug, reached for a spoon, and stirred the potion with the coffee. As she stirred, little sparks and flames shot up as a warning to not drink it.

"Hm, wonder why it's so fizzy? Maybe it's a new type of cream . . ." Clair began to drink the coffee in large gulps and then set the cup down. As she placed the mug at Welch's desk, she took a glance at the girl and immediately found herself stupefied. Welch's beauty, her smile, the way she slept . . . she was the perfect person for Clair . . . and now she just realized that . . .

"Hey, what's wrong Clair? You look like you seen the love of your life," Farleen stared at Clair in a confused state as Tynave soon joined in.

"I just have . . . the love of my life has been in front of me the whole time . . ." Clair continued to stare at well as she left the two girls dumbfounded.

"Uh . . ."

To be continued . . .