Adventure Between the Line
A/N: Okay, Well, this seems to be one of the few fics that are progressing to be finished maybe sometime soon. I want to thank everyone who reviews all my stories and to just tell Greyfriars a small review to her new story of Roger Bacon.
Review for her: TOO MUCH INFO!!!! I think my brain is fried and my fire extinguisher is on vaca. Lol, it was a bit of an overload but the fic part was good. Anyway on to the fic.
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Chapter 11: A Deadly Distraction
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Crimson eyes blinked as the morning sunlight crept into the light blue room, flitting through the curtains to fall upon her sweet and adult face. A man's arms coursed their way around her body, his face so pale and porcelain of that of a Chinese doll. His hands rested themselves upon her frame possessively.
Even if Keith was his master and so was this woman, he wouldn't hand her off to his master that easily, considering Keith wasn't too observant. Shrugging to himself only slightly, he looked at the beauty he held. His master was such an idiot. His messed up hair fell all over both their forms, the curls protecting her very being.
How could he ever leave her? His dearest mate was sure to win if he didn't intervene somehow. Shrugging, he put his head back in the crook of her neck and moved closer to her. His eyes closing with a little concern. Whatever that idiot did, he better be there to save his other love, Tryving silently growled at the thought if Keith wouldn't come when she faced off against the Simons.
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The limp man in her arms had his eyes open in shock or much like that of a comatose soldier. He was seeing so many things that were not meant to be seen ever again for him, things that were truly the horror of children's dreams. He knew that these images, no memories, were much worse to see over and over in his mind. His mind surreal and screaming continuously at his logic.
The questions to every answer spinning out of control, out of proportional values. He didn't understand that up was down and down was up, his bewildered mind creating a maze of questions to answers, of right to wrong, of riddling questions and mysterious answers. Every answer returned to questions that he did not have a grasp to tell the answers he once had learned that were right.
This was what Tryving dealt with whenever he had a magic overload, and he sensed the sense of differenece within Keith as he had drawn his spirit back into the sword. His eyes staring at no one in particular.
Keith looked at no one and seemed to look at everyone. Oxymorons that couldn't ever make sense did. She didn't move for his sight would not move with her yet seem to be on her. Her father would be furious with her for somehow getting gKeith into a magic overdose state. With a sigh, Lucrecia lifted the grown vampire, placing him on the couch and turned away towards the kitchen of the castle of the Varuna Witches.
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"TIME FOR BREAKFAST!!!!" Malkovich growled deeply under her breathe. Her eyes tightened and she turned around, flipping her blue covers over her head. That man was so dead. She didn't hear any yells more for her and so she visibly relaxed and snuggled deeper into the pillow.
A small smile of victory was placed upon her face and her ears caught the sound of bacon frying in a pan. Alice was rearranging her house the way that Alice seemed to say she usually did. It was that or Alice was taking advantage of her amnesia and using what persasion she could to re-do the horribly all light blue rooms.
She felt the small thump of her cat, Doomsday or rather as she nicknamed him, 'D.D.' The cat's fur was white and its eyes were two different colors, one was blue and the other was a golden green color, an olive almost. Dooms was sweet but the cat could sense things that the others didn't and apparently she was usually right when to warn someone or something, at least that was what Alice told her.
Doomsday soon was going to meet its day. Malkovich disliked the cat's ability to not be able to discern a note of harmony from a note of shit. The cat had been howling at the sun at somewhat odd number of the morning light near six like some damned barnyard animal. She growled, swatting the feline away from her. She was not on good terms with the being.
Glaring at the furball nosing its way underneath the covers in front of her, she growled and tightened her grip on the blankets. Finally, she hit the intruding being off the bed. It was either she getting up or the cat falling away and thus the latter was her decision, till....
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" She screamed as the blankets were torn out from under her, eyes big as saucers and her heart beating faster than a bunny rabbit. She scrunched up and started shivering.
"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!!!" Yes, oh yes. Yuri and Alice were going to die ever so slowly. She felt the presence of Yuri sweep over towards her face. Smiling as happily as ever, He shook her.
"C'MO-" He stopped when a gun had been shot near his ear. Smiling at how lucky he was at being missed he laughed at Margerete out loud. Malkovich, being the one continuously interrupted glared, and shot another warning shot. She guessed this was normal for her since Alice didn't come in the room and she didn't seem to really care for knowing that she couldn't see worth shit.
He knew then she wasn't really kidding. With a feral grin, he took out his camera and took a picture of her nearly half-naked in her pjs and having no time to have done her hair. With a snap of her head, she turned to see a polariod stuck in her face.
"Wahmmpha ishak?" (What is it?)
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Lucrezia sighed in her mental war with herself. Katarina growled and punched a almost fake wall seeing as it came back after being destroyed again. Invisible tears ran down her face and she understood now the risk the two of them had taken upon their marriage and wedding vows.
Katarina Varuna-Simon stared at the expansive green hills and peaceful area with regret filling her eyes. She hated heavan. It was nothing without her stupid daughter and her godforsaken husband!!! The married woman punched the same wall again watching it dissapate once more only to be replenished back to the original look. She hated it.
The married Valentine stared into the nothingness of their small three room cottage. Her face devoid of ideas and her heart crying out to her husband and the one who was taking away her soul easier day by day. Soon, she would go and assume the soul-molding of another full-grown woman and become her and be her soul, in sorts a reincarnation of sorts.
Her mentor was taking it horribly. Katarina was always the more emotional one out of all three Varunas. Turning towards the aforementioned subject, she looked through her to the distance in the widow where Katarina continuously punched the wall.
"Does it hurt?" Katarina stopped punching the disapating wall and blinked. Her eyes searched into ones that did not wish to be seen at all.
"Of course, stupidhead. It hurts, and it hurts even more when it comes out!!" She exclaimed madly at the girl. Lucrezia did not flinch. She had dealt with Katarina's major mood swings for nearly two hundred years and she was not about to get angry because of it.
"Was it worth it?" Lucrezia turned her head towards the silent being. The woman she was questioning had turned her head and sighed. When she turned back around a small smile was found on her lips and on cherry blossom cheeks a tear fell down. The smile turned into a frown and she began crying. Launching herself, she ran into the arms of Lucrezia without a second thought and cried in her shoulder.
"Y-y-y-yes!!! I-I-I-It is!!!" she sobbed, shoulders racking hard letting out a long hard needed cry. Lucrezia smiled at her mentor and laughed at the irony of it all. Here she was supposed to be the one babied and instead she was being the adult. With a pocleted small smiled, she let the older woman hold onto her as if she were a lifeline, going slowly to an encumbering sleep.
Lucrezia when she had died, had been expecting. She had a five month child inside of her and her god decided to be fickle and have her lose it to Albert's torture and forced fusion. She wanted the child to be born yet she knew that if it were a girl that she would not live. It was a curse that lived inside of her and her family.
If she had a boy, she would live and then be able to have him grow up and live his life with his cousin and her neice. She felt the child scream with her in the pain and she knew that it was then that she had lost it. She disliked Katarina's husband but did not hold Katarina responsible but Uriel.
Placing her elder onto the bed beside her, Lucrezia tucked the girl in as graciously as she could, kissing the tip of her nose and her forehead. Letting a small smile grace her lips, she turned around to her vanity stand and muttered a few words.
The mirror glowed slightly, showing where the one she wished to see was at. A man laid there comatose, eyes stretched open with her stolen body beside him, quickly despoisiting magical energy back into him. She shook her head. She understood Albert's reasons for this but she didn't want it to happen and Loki could not help it at all. She was a tool of her father and because her father never seemed to be proud of her she wished to have him be proud.
That man would have his way either ruthlessly through his daughter or her husband. Keith's eyes searched but they found nothing and continued searching in the distance for this nothing. Lucrezia knew as she felt her heart bleed into the ground, her wounds trying to re-open themselves, that her heart twisted at the sight of him. She had to save him somehow!!! Her eyes were scared and fear ran up along her spine. She had to save her husband.
Waving her arms, she focused energy into her hand as she thought of Keith. The earth rippled below her and she felt herself float through. Her body fell and soon she was flying, falling through the sky to his body. Her spirit fell into his body, his mind and was encaptured there.
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Keith walked a vast plain that in the north turned into a city, to the east turned into a castle, in the south an ocean, and in the west a desert. He didn't understand what had happened. Lucrezia was with him and yet......He fought her and she won with her magic. He didn't even notice that the magic was nearly unknown and definitely not a type of his wife's but he sighed and felt the heaviness of his reality. Where was he?
A bright light entered into his mind, a yell escaping as he shielded his eyes away from the brightness with one slim hand. His hair wisped and turned in the wind and swayed behind him. His averted eyes went ot his sword immediately to find that Tryving was not there. Taking in a long thought process for this to sink in, he knew his father and the rest of his family were going to kill him.
But back to the light, Keith heard a yell and then a thud as a cloud of dust floated upwards. The person stood up, slowly, and was groaning in pain. For some reason the voice was very familiar. He couldn't place it from anywhere yet till he saw the person's face.
The cloud receded to show a woman with dark curls standing with her back to him. A sorceress's robe of maroon red, gold, and green was situated on her, a golden obi tied onto her back. Her hair was half-raised with an ornament of the star and sword. She was straightening her dress and then turned around. The woman looked exactly like a Varuna sorceress, the crest of her family was written upon her breast as he saw that indeed it was who he feared.
"LUCREZIA?!?!?"
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Okay, Chapter 11 done. ^_^ I know I leave the horrible and ever evil cliffhangers, oh well. I've been listening to Gackt and my muse is back from vaca. I'm glad!!! I can write again!!! K-chan sooo happy!!! I'm helping one of my best friends with a website problem. I will draw a pic of Lucrezia, Loki, and Katarina. Hmm...what else? I've been playing Suikoden 3 and I'm going back to that after I post this. I love Suikoden 3!!! Queen rules!!! But Shadow Hearts is still my favorite.
Anyway loves to all the people who review and Yuri plushies if ya do!!!
A/N: Okay, Well, this seems to be one of the few fics that are progressing to be finished maybe sometime soon. I want to thank everyone who reviews all my stories and to just tell Greyfriars a small review to her new story of Roger Bacon.
Review for her: TOO MUCH INFO!!!! I think my brain is fried and my fire extinguisher is on vaca. Lol, it was a bit of an overload but the fic part was good. Anyway on to the fic.
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Chapter 11: A Deadly Distraction
~~
Crimson eyes blinked as the morning sunlight crept into the light blue room, flitting through the curtains to fall upon her sweet and adult face. A man's arms coursed their way around her body, his face so pale and porcelain of that of a Chinese doll. His hands rested themselves upon her frame possessively.
Even if Keith was his master and so was this woman, he wouldn't hand her off to his master that easily, considering Keith wasn't too observant. Shrugging to himself only slightly, he looked at the beauty he held. His master was such an idiot. His messed up hair fell all over both their forms, the curls protecting her very being.
How could he ever leave her? His dearest mate was sure to win if he didn't intervene somehow. Shrugging, he put his head back in the crook of her neck and moved closer to her. His eyes closing with a little concern. Whatever that idiot did, he better be there to save his other love, Tryving silently growled at the thought if Keith wouldn't come when she faced off against the Simons.
~~
The limp man in her arms had his eyes open in shock or much like that of a comatose soldier. He was seeing so many things that were not meant to be seen ever again for him, things that were truly the horror of children's dreams. He knew that these images, no memories, were much worse to see over and over in his mind. His mind surreal and screaming continuously at his logic.
The questions to every answer spinning out of control, out of proportional values. He didn't understand that up was down and down was up, his bewildered mind creating a maze of questions to answers, of right to wrong, of riddling questions and mysterious answers. Every answer returned to questions that he did not have a grasp to tell the answers he once had learned that were right.
This was what Tryving dealt with whenever he had a magic overload, and he sensed the sense of differenece within Keith as he had drawn his spirit back into the sword. His eyes staring at no one in particular.
Keith looked at no one and seemed to look at everyone. Oxymorons that couldn't ever make sense did. She didn't move for his sight would not move with her yet seem to be on her. Her father would be furious with her for somehow getting gKeith into a magic overdose state. With a sigh, Lucrecia lifted the grown vampire, placing him on the couch and turned away towards the kitchen of the castle of the Varuna Witches.
~~
"TIME FOR BREAKFAST!!!!" Malkovich growled deeply under her breathe. Her eyes tightened and she turned around, flipping her blue covers over her head. That man was so dead. She didn't hear any yells more for her and so she visibly relaxed and snuggled deeper into the pillow.
A small smile of victory was placed upon her face and her ears caught the sound of bacon frying in a pan. Alice was rearranging her house the way that Alice seemed to say she usually did. It was that or Alice was taking advantage of her amnesia and using what persasion she could to re-do the horribly all light blue rooms.
She felt the small thump of her cat, Doomsday or rather as she nicknamed him, 'D.D.' The cat's fur was white and its eyes were two different colors, one was blue and the other was a golden green color, an olive almost. Dooms was sweet but the cat could sense things that the others didn't and apparently she was usually right when to warn someone or something, at least that was what Alice told her.
Doomsday soon was going to meet its day. Malkovich disliked the cat's ability to not be able to discern a note of harmony from a note of shit. The cat had been howling at the sun at somewhat odd number of the morning light near six like some damned barnyard animal. She growled, swatting the feline away from her. She was not on good terms with the being.
Glaring at the furball nosing its way underneath the covers in front of her, she growled and tightened her grip on the blankets. Finally, she hit the intruding being off the bed. It was either she getting up or the cat falling away and thus the latter was her decision, till....
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" She screamed as the blankets were torn out from under her, eyes big as saucers and her heart beating faster than a bunny rabbit. She scrunched up and started shivering.
"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!!!" Yes, oh yes. Yuri and Alice were going to die ever so slowly. She felt the presence of Yuri sweep over towards her face. Smiling as happily as ever, He shook her.
"C'MO-" He stopped when a gun had been shot near his ear. Smiling at how lucky he was at being missed he laughed at Margerete out loud. Malkovich, being the one continuously interrupted glared, and shot another warning shot. She guessed this was normal for her since Alice didn't come in the room and she didn't seem to really care for knowing that she couldn't see worth shit.
He knew then she wasn't really kidding. With a feral grin, he took out his camera and took a picture of her nearly half-naked in her pjs and having no time to have done her hair. With a snap of her head, she turned to see a polariod stuck in her face.
"Wahmmpha ishak?" (What is it?)
~~
Lucrezia sighed in her mental war with herself. Katarina growled and punched a almost fake wall seeing as it came back after being destroyed again. Invisible tears ran down her face and she understood now the risk the two of them had taken upon their marriage and wedding vows.
Katarina Varuna-Simon stared at the expansive green hills and peaceful area with regret filling her eyes. She hated heavan. It was nothing without her stupid daughter and her godforsaken husband!!! The married woman punched the same wall again watching it dissapate once more only to be replenished back to the original look. She hated it.
The married Valentine stared into the nothingness of their small three room cottage. Her face devoid of ideas and her heart crying out to her husband and the one who was taking away her soul easier day by day. Soon, she would go and assume the soul-molding of another full-grown woman and become her and be her soul, in sorts a reincarnation of sorts.
Her mentor was taking it horribly. Katarina was always the more emotional one out of all three Varunas. Turning towards the aforementioned subject, she looked through her to the distance in the widow where Katarina continuously punched the wall.
"Does it hurt?" Katarina stopped punching the disapating wall and blinked. Her eyes searched into ones that did not wish to be seen at all.
"Of course, stupidhead. It hurts, and it hurts even more when it comes out!!" She exclaimed madly at the girl. Lucrezia did not flinch. She had dealt with Katarina's major mood swings for nearly two hundred years and she was not about to get angry because of it.
"Was it worth it?" Lucrezia turned her head towards the silent being. The woman she was questioning had turned her head and sighed. When she turned back around a small smile was found on her lips and on cherry blossom cheeks a tear fell down. The smile turned into a frown and she began crying. Launching herself, she ran into the arms of Lucrezia without a second thought and cried in her shoulder.
"Y-y-y-yes!!! I-I-I-It is!!!" she sobbed, shoulders racking hard letting out a long hard needed cry. Lucrezia smiled at her mentor and laughed at the irony of it all. Here she was supposed to be the one babied and instead she was being the adult. With a pocleted small smiled, she let the older woman hold onto her as if she were a lifeline, going slowly to an encumbering sleep.
Lucrezia when she had died, had been expecting. She had a five month child inside of her and her god decided to be fickle and have her lose it to Albert's torture and forced fusion. She wanted the child to be born yet she knew that if it were a girl that she would not live. It was a curse that lived inside of her and her family.
If she had a boy, she would live and then be able to have him grow up and live his life with his cousin and her neice. She felt the child scream with her in the pain and she knew that it was then that she had lost it. She disliked Katarina's husband but did not hold Katarina responsible but Uriel.
Placing her elder onto the bed beside her, Lucrezia tucked the girl in as graciously as she could, kissing the tip of her nose and her forehead. Letting a small smile grace her lips, she turned around to her vanity stand and muttered a few words.
The mirror glowed slightly, showing where the one she wished to see was at. A man laid there comatose, eyes stretched open with her stolen body beside him, quickly despoisiting magical energy back into him. She shook her head. She understood Albert's reasons for this but she didn't want it to happen and Loki could not help it at all. She was a tool of her father and because her father never seemed to be proud of her she wished to have him be proud.
That man would have his way either ruthlessly through his daughter or her husband. Keith's eyes searched but they found nothing and continued searching in the distance for this nothing. Lucrezia knew as she felt her heart bleed into the ground, her wounds trying to re-open themselves, that her heart twisted at the sight of him. She had to save him somehow!!! Her eyes were scared and fear ran up along her spine. She had to save her husband.
Waving her arms, she focused energy into her hand as she thought of Keith. The earth rippled below her and she felt herself float through. Her body fell and soon she was flying, falling through the sky to his body. Her spirit fell into his body, his mind and was encaptured there.
~~
Keith walked a vast plain that in the north turned into a city, to the east turned into a castle, in the south an ocean, and in the west a desert. He didn't understand what had happened. Lucrezia was with him and yet......He fought her and she won with her magic. He didn't even notice that the magic was nearly unknown and definitely not a type of his wife's but he sighed and felt the heaviness of his reality. Where was he?
A bright light entered into his mind, a yell escaping as he shielded his eyes away from the brightness with one slim hand. His hair wisped and turned in the wind and swayed behind him. His averted eyes went ot his sword immediately to find that Tryving was not there. Taking in a long thought process for this to sink in, he knew his father and the rest of his family were going to kill him.
But back to the light, Keith heard a yell and then a thud as a cloud of dust floated upwards. The person stood up, slowly, and was groaning in pain. For some reason the voice was very familiar. He couldn't place it from anywhere yet till he saw the person's face.
The cloud receded to show a woman with dark curls standing with her back to him. A sorceress's robe of maroon red, gold, and green was situated on her, a golden obi tied onto her back. Her hair was half-raised with an ornament of the star and sword. She was straightening her dress and then turned around. The woman looked exactly like a Varuna sorceress, the crest of her family was written upon her breast as he saw that indeed it was who he feared.
"LUCREZIA?!?!?"
~~
Okay, Chapter 11 done. ^_^ I know I leave the horrible and ever evil cliffhangers, oh well. I've been listening to Gackt and my muse is back from vaca. I'm glad!!! I can write again!!! K-chan sooo happy!!! I'm helping one of my best friends with a website problem. I will draw a pic of Lucrezia, Loki, and Katarina. Hmm...what else? I've been playing Suikoden 3 and I'm going back to that after I post this. I love Suikoden 3!!! Queen rules!!! But Shadow Hearts is still my favorite.
Anyway loves to all the people who review and Yuri plushies if ya do!!!