Adventure Between the Line
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Greyfriars: O__O;;;;;; Trust me, I like the wacky alchemist, but if he really wanted to go to the moon, I could have just thrown him there!! (Course then we'd probably have to do a push ring!! Those damn things suck!!!) I like him a whole lot better than Albert...Well, You'll learn about what'll happen. This will probably be a ten-chapter fic? WTH?!?!? ::looks at contract:: I NEVER SAID THAT TALA!!!! GET BACK HERE!!! ::leaves the computer and chases after her friend therefore this review is at an end?::
With the door slightly ajar, a sound filled the area as blood flew out of skin and hit the adjunction wall.
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Chapter 2: A Void in the Shadows and A Man on an Arm
The spy gasped against the pain in her left arm. The bullet that had just shot past into the wall, shattering some of it, had grazed her skin instead of being imbedded into her arm now. Her mouth hissed silently as small throbbing pain formed in the back of her mind. Carefully, under the watchful eyes of a vampire outlaw, Margerete slinked against the wall, beside the other end as unnoticing Keith teleported behind the door.
"Hmm.I thought that she would be harder to take care of. Hardly anything worth the money she was paid for. " The intruder covered his mouth with a hand as he came into view. Margerete almost smirked, her face almost twitching as she pinched her hand tightly, her movement barely seen.
The stranger walked right up to her and placed the barrel of cold steel upon her forehead. The coldness touching her almost made her heart stop. This was the one posisition she really wish she would never ever be in. A pompous smirk sent shivers down her back, as his thumb went to unlocking the trigger of the handgun. She could feel the almost discreet click as drops of her sweat formed on her neck. She had to be strong if this was going to work.
"See ya later, Malkovich. Your head will come in handy for me." He mocking told her with that smirk. Feeling her tense under the gun's pressure, Keith knew he could either leave her there to die and then kill the man or kill the man and kill her, or get answers out of the man and help her. He was bored with most of options. Suddenly, looking up, she felt the man's hand tremble with the sight of the large inscribed broadsword that the outlaw used against the man's throat.
"Drop the gun." Keith's voice that once warmed was as cold as the earth was to the crier from the living to the dead in its ground. Her eyes opened wide as she suddenly struck. Grabbing the gun with her thin feminine fingers, the singer twisted the man's wrist breaking it, then slammed her knee as she rushed at him into his diaphragm. His neck mere centimeters away from the sword edge as he gasped for breath finally blacking out. Keith quietly and quickly sheathed his sword as the man dropped onto the ground between them.
"Hmph. That should teach him to go and break into a woman's apartment. Now lessee." She bent down, her fingers moving diligently as they searched through pockets and pouches. She had found some money and a small talisman. Putting the money and necklace away in a pocket on her dress, she stood up and turned to the outlaw.
"Yes?" He asked with a bit of hardness that wasn't meant for her in his voice. She flinched a bit at his voice but shook her ponytail hair as she stared at the door, opening it and began to walk in. After only taking her shoes off, she turned towards him.
"Well, hurry it up, slowpoke!! Bring the body with you when you decide to come in." She commanded. Her apartment was dark and bleary with shadows as she began illuminating some of her lights. Her entrance was shortened and entered into a light blue covered wall living room. There was a bar with a window to the very small kitchen that adorned kitchen utensils of the ocean and her living room wasn't that much different.
From the kitchen was another hallway, down it there were two bedrooms and an office with pictures decorating the walls of her family supposedly. Keith sighed as he picked the man up onto is shoulders and walked into the apartment. Walking in the living room, he almost stared aghast at the sight. All over the floor and dinner table, she probably used, was scattered bullets and gun types. The couch seemed to be the only thing untouched except for three rocket and rocket launchers that lay against the back of it. He gulped in amazement, as he saw next to the kitchen bar or rather under, was a huge bazooka with its own array of supplies.
"You..own all this firepower?" He asked hesitantly to the woman as she began making tea for herself. Her blonde hair nodded as she grabbed a mug then turned over to him. Her eyes flashing with something unseen as his sword had really sparked her interest.
"Hey, Are you goin' to stay for awhile?" He blinked. Would he be staying? Her concern in her voice was something different than he was used to. But the question still remained on his mind. He put the body down and casted a binding charm upon the man as he began to leave.
"No." He told her as he started closing her door. He heard steps coming toward him as she entered his view once more.
"I am Margerete Gertrude Zelle also known as Malkovich." He nodded and closed the door leaving her there with the man. "Dasvidanya."
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Keith frowned. Malkovich or rather Margerete was still on his mind as well as other things. She kept reappearing in his thoughts when he had tried his best to tune them out. He sighed, turning over on his small cot. What was with him all of the sudden?
He felt no cold or warmth yet he had when he met her. He felt real adrenaline flow through his veins. Something he had not had since his wife Lucrezia had died nearly two hundred years ago. He shut his eyes at the painful memory and got up. He was only in a white wife-beater and a pair of jeans that had been given to him by a kind old woman whose grandchildren had not been able to fit them anymore.
He sighed. His bed was not his own and his own body was not even alive anymore for that matter. He shook his head as he waited out the silence in his dark room. He turned over on his side and felt the remarkable embrace of his fellow friend.
'What is troubling you, Keith?' it spoke in his mind. The glowing sword swirled in many colors as it represented golden green for longing of something. 'Wishing for a home?' Keith nodded sullenly. The sword could always find out what the swordsman had in mind or in memories. 'Home is where your heart is, but then where is your heart?'
Keith sighed shaking his light-colored lockes at the sword's thoughts. It was confusing what it had sometimes could say. Keith smiled at the confusing thoughts jumbled up into his own.
'Ahh..Heart is in the ground yet yours is also somewhere new...Is this new magic in where you can have a lost heart in two places at the same time and not know where it is? You are quite funny, Vampire wielder.'
"I'm allowed to be. I earned the damned right to be." He told the sword casually. He put his face on his hand that he propped with his elbow on the small cot to stare at his companion of many years.
'Heart.Something we don't seem to have...Keith what is different? Is your hearts placement gone with the coming hours or are you going to leave me with that idea of death?' Keith shook his head. Swords had the weirdest ways of thinking as he smiled. 'Protect her, Valentine. Protect the woman....Someone is after her and this man is going to defile her horribly...If he gets her..' The sword glowed, a green, tranquil as he went to sleep.
Keith stared at the sleeping sword with wide eyes. First the sword told him to do something then literally contradicted itself. He could not be seen with her..but then she could not be caught by anyone but him...He supposed. Malkovich...He'd help her find her way through the entire thing and hurt who wanted to use her. He growled under his breath as he finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.
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Alice straightened the curtains once more. Everything really had to be perfect for her mother, literally. The reporter sighed shaking her head in worry. Her mother was such a perfectionist it could piss even her naturally calm self off and make her want to kill her own mother but thank goodness she was far from it.
"Then you came around me, the walls just disappeared. Nothing to surround me, keep me from my fears. I'm unprotected, see how I've opened up, " The reporter sang to no one as she began to dust away the small miniature dust balls on the furniture. Suddenly she felt the embrace of two strong and definite pair of arms that led to a man with a lot of history in him as a harmonixer.
"You've made me trust." He finished with her voice, a small smile escaping it. She grinned and leaned against his taller and much more muscular form. A spark evaded him as she kissed him and he fondled her with such loving eyes as if she couldn't ever disappear. They truly loved each other and nearly gone to the ends of the earth to save each other. He allowed his spiky brown hair to flow down onto her face as he kissed her delicate nose, then shot his heads upwards.
"HYUGA!!!!! ELLIOT!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!" A feminine cry ushered to them from the outside. Yuri and Alice blinked and went to the door as suddenly something just went KA-BOOOOOM!!!! And flew the two lovebirds into a wall where Yuri had draped himself over Alice grunting as he heard her coughing. Who warned them?
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Please REVIEW!!!!! ^______^ ;;;;;;
A/N:
Review Thingys:
Greyfriars: O__O;;;;;; Trust me, I like the wacky alchemist, but if he really wanted to go to the moon, I could have just thrown him there!! (Course then we'd probably have to do a push ring!! Those damn things suck!!!) I like him a whole lot better than Albert...Well, You'll learn about what'll happen. This will probably be a ten-chapter fic? WTH?!?!? ::looks at contract:: I NEVER SAID THAT TALA!!!! GET BACK HERE!!! ::leaves the computer and chases after her friend therefore this review is at an end?::
With the door slightly ajar, a sound filled the area as blood flew out of skin and hit the adjunction wall.
~~
Chapter 2: A Void in the Shadows and A Man on an Arm
The spy gasped against the pain in her left arm. The bullet that had just shot past into the wall, shattering some of it, had grazed her skin instead of being imbedded into her arm now. Her mouth hissed silently as small throbbing pain formed in the back of her mind. Carefully, under the watchful eyes of a vampire outlaw, Margerete slinked against the wall, beside the other end as unnoticing Keith teleported behind the door.
"Hmm.I thought that she would be harder to take care of. Hardly anything worth the money she was paid for. " The intruder covered his mouth with a hand as he came into view. Margerete almost smirked, her face almost twitching as she pinched her hand tightly, her movement barely seen.
The stranger walked right up to her and placed the barrel of cold steel upon her forehead. The coldness touching her almost made her heart stop. This was the one posisition she really wish she would never ever be in. A pompous smirk sent shivers down her back, as his thumb went to unlocking the trigger of the handgun. She could feel the almost discreet click as drops of her sweat formed on her neck. She had to be strong if this was going to work.
"See ya later, Malkovich. Your head will come in handy for me." He mocking told her with that smirk. Feeling her tense under the gun's pressure, Keith knew he could either leave her there to die and then kill the man or kill the man and kill her, or get answers out of the man and help her. He was bored with most of options. Suddenly, looking up, she felt the man's hand tremble with the sight of the large inscribed broadsword that the outlaw used against the man's throat.
"Drop the gun." Keith's voice that once warmed was as cold as the earth was to the crier from the living to the dead in its ground. Her eyes opened wide as she suddenly struck. Grabbing the gun with her thin feminine fingers, the singer twisted the man's wrist breaking it, then slammed her knee as she rushed at him into his diaphragm. His neck mere centimeters away from the sword edge as he gasped for breath finally blacking out. Keith quietly and quickly sheathed his sword as the man dropped onto the ground between them.
"Hmph. That should teach him to go and break into a woman's apartment. Now lessee." She bent down, her fingers moving diligently as they searched through pockets and pouches. She had found some money and a small talisman. Putting the money and necklace away in a pocket on her dress, she stood up and turned to the outlaw.
"Yes?" He asked with a bit of hardness that wasn't meant for her in his voice. She flinched a bit at his voice but shook her ponytail hair as she stared at the door, opening it and began to walk in. After only taking her shoes off, she turned towards him.
"Well, hurry it up, slowpoke!! Bring the body with you when you decide to come in." She commanded. Her apartment was dark and bleary with shadows as she began illuminating some of her lights. Her entrance was shortened and entered into a light blue covered wall living room. There was a bar with a window to the very small kitchen that adorned kitchen utensils of the ocean and her living room wasn't that much different.
From the kitchen was another hallway, down it there were two bedrooms and an office with pictures decorating the walls of her family supposedly. Keith sighed as he picked the man up onto is shoulders and walked into the apartment. Walking in the living room, he almost stared aghast at the sight. All over the floor and dinner table, she probably used, was scattered bullets and gun types. The couch seemed to be the only thing untouched except for three rocket and rocket launchers that lay against the back of it. He gulped in amazement, as he saw next to the kitchen bar or rather under, was a huge bazooka with its own array of supplies.
"You..own all this firepower?" He asked hesitantly to the woman as she began making tea for herself. Her blonde hair nodded as she grabbed a mug then turned over to him. Her eyes flashing with something unseen as his sword had really sparked her interest.
"Hey, Are you goin' to stay for awhile?" He blinked. Would he be staying? Her concern in her voice was something different than he was used to. But the question still remained on his mind. He put the body down and casted a binding charm upon the man as he began to leave.
"No." He told her as he started closing her door. He heard steps coming toward him as she entered his view once more.
"I am Margerete Gertrude Zelle also known as Malkovich." He nodded and closed the door leaving her there with the man. "Dasvidanya."
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Keith frowned. Malkovich or rather Margerete was still on his mind as well as other things. She kept reappearing in his thoughts when he had tried his best to tune them out. He sighed, turning over on his small cot. What was with him all of the sudden?
He felt no cold or warmth yet he had when he met her. He felt real adrenaline flow through his veins. Something he had not had since his wife Lucrezia had died nearly two hundred years ago. He shut his eyes at the painful memory and got up. He was only in a white wife-beater and a pair of jeans that had been given to him by a kind old woman whose grandchildren had not been able to fit them anymore.
He sighed. His bed was not his own and his own body was not even alive anymore for that matter. He shook his head as he waited out the silence in his dark room. He turned over on his side and felt the remarkable embrace of his fellow friend.
'What is troubling you, Keith?' it spoke in his mind. The glowing sword swirled in many colors as it represented golden green for longing of something. 'Wishing for a home?' Keith nodded sullenly. The sword could always find out what the swordsman had in mind or in memories. 'Home is where your heart is, but then where is your heart?'
Keith sighed shaking his light-colored lockes at the sword's thoughts. It was confusing what it had sometimes could say. Keith smiled at the confusing thoughts jumbled up into his own.
'Ahh..Heart is in the ground yet yours is also somewhere new...Is this new magic in where you can have a lost heart in two places at the same time and not know where it is? You are quite funny, Vampire wielder.'
"I'm allowed to be. I earned the damned right to be." He told the sword casually. He put his face on his hand that he propped with his elbow on the small cot to stare at his companion of many years.
'Heart.Something we don't seem to have...Keith what is different? Is your hearts placement gone with the coming hours or are you going to leave me with that idea of death?' Keith shook his head. Swords had the weirdest ways of thinking as he smiled. 'Protect her, Valentine. Protect the woman....Someone is after her and this man is going to defile her horribly...If he gets her..' The sword glowed, a green, tranquil as he went to sleep.
Keith stared at the sleeping sword with wide eyes. First the sword told him to do something then literally contradicted itself. He could not be seen with her..but then she could not be caught by anyone but him...He supposed. Malkovich...He'd help her find her way through the entire thing and hurt who wanted to use her. He growled under his breath as he finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.
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Alice straightened the curtains once more. Everything really had to be perfect for her mother, literally. The reporter sighed shaking her head in worry. Her mother was such a perfectionist it could piss even her naturally calm self off and make her want to kill her own mother but thank goodness she was far from it.
"Then you came around me, the walls just disappeared. Nothing to surround me, keep me from my fears. I'm unprotected, see how I've opened up, " The reporter sang to no one as she began to dust away the small miniature dust balls on the furniture. Suddenly she felt the embrace of two strong and definite pair of arms that led to a man with a lot of history in him as a harmonixer.
"You've made me trust." He finished with her voice, a small smile escaping it. She grinned and leaned against his taller and much more muscular form. A spark evaded him as she kissed him and he fondled her with such loving eyes as if she couldn't ever disappear. They truly loved each other and nearly gone to the ends of the earth to save each other. He allowed his spiky brown hair to flow down onto her face as he kissed her delicate nose, then shot his heads upwards.
"HYUGA!!!!! ELLIOT!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!" A feminine cry ushered to them from the outside. Yuri and Alice blinked and went to the door as suddenly something just went KA-BOOOOOM!!!! And flew the two lovebirds into a wall where Yuri had draped himself over Alice grunting as he heard her coughing. Who warned them?
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Please REVIEW!!!!! ^______^ ;;;;;;