Okay, the last chapter was 'confusing' to too many people. So, if I have
not explained something in this chapter, fell free to e-mail me or ask (and
I think I will get a WHOLE lot of questions.) Now, I don't have much to say
but what I say makes sense... doesn't it? Nah, because I only had a couple
of people, literally, who weren't confused. Those must have been the smart
people. (Hey, hey! I'm only joking because anyone who reads my book is
smart, *Cheesy smile*) No, I don't even know you people but I know your
smart 'cause you just are! And I'm not going to mention any names, but the
person who cussed me out with every Japanese word they knew, I didn't
understand a word you said. You called ME confusing?! One more thing for
the people so impatient for the scouts! Read the name of the chapter and
get excited! (Oh! And I have to move my Relena lover warning to this
chapter...)
(Congratulations to my tenth reviewer, Senshi's Tenshi)
*I don't believe in disclaimers
Chapter 12: Scouts Rock the Scene
Usagi held a menacing grin on her face. It held too much pleasure and to much bitterness. She had her hands on her hips and held another spike in her hand. She wore a black, shining, almost leather cat suit. It snaked around her body and fit every curve and even every crease of her finger. The neck was at a low V-cut which revealed her cleavage from beneath the tied strings which held the two sides together. It was not a modest suit at all, Hiiro hated to see her in it. She truly looked evil, more evil than anybody would have eternally suspected.
Hiiro ruefully lifted his gun and began to aim right at her forehead. He did NOT want to do this at all. He... he just couldn't. Her angelic face twisted with cruel pleasure, hatred, and revulsion. He lowered his gun.
"What did you do to Usagi?" He asked with a small waver of anger in his voice. He looked with Prussian blue eyes to meet the body, the image, the lie. It was anything but Usagi. He let his gaze wander and examine, to show a sign that what would prove it wasn't her. Then he saw it.
He stopped breathing for a while; Duo noticed and put a hand on his shoulder. He began to watch Hiiro's gaze intently. But he found Hiiro still wasn't breathing. Duo began to follow his stare and began to search Usagi's face for anything Hiiro could be staring at. Then he saw the figure in the background, what Hiiro had seen.
He abruptly hit Hiiro on the back to make him inhale. Hiiro shot him an agitated glance but quickly raced his eyes back to where they had been before.
"Duo," Hiiro began almost inaudibly, "I need to distract her, will you help me?" Hiiro looked at him silently, Duo nodded his head warily.
Hiiro began to run straight in front of Duo, he followed quickly.
"You have to do better than that you two, you're the flies and I am the hand that holds the swatter." She gave a cruel laugh from the depths of her stomach; this voice was not the Usagi he knew. "One, two, I'm coming for you." She began to sing, "Three, four, let blood poor. Five, six, hear the triggers click. Seven, eight, clean your slate. Nine, ten, you won't live..."
She gave a series of harsh laughs and began to throw the spikes at them randomly while twirling in the air. She kept repeating the rhyme over and over again until she had made them jump at everything around. She was driving it into their heads.
Usagi caught the sight of blonde out of the corner of her eye, and then she was blinded by maroon.
"You leave my Hiiro and his friend alone!" Screamed the voice of the female on top of her, she had been knocked to the ground. "You leave them alone! Die!"
Hiiro was almost embarrassed for the figure but he had no time to do anything but warn.
"Get away from her! She'll hurt you!" He screamed eagerly, she didn't deserve to die. (AN: Well she obviously wants to die anyways... *thinks back to cliff*)
It was too late now, the cat suit began to spring from inanimate to living and began to wrap around her tender flesh. "Oh!" Usagi said with a wicked smile, "She tastes pretty good doesn't she, Shinu?" (AN: Shinu= to die)
Hiiro looked at her in anger. Relena was engulfed by the blackness too, engulfed by hatred and sullenness.
Usagi saw his distraught face and began to stand up walking in pleasure. She walked up to Duo who stood in shock staring at her.
"Oh," she gave a long and delighted note, "My, my! What have we here? Such a strong build and a sturdy chin. Camouflage uniform, boots, and a hat? Such orderly people aren't we?" She asked in a voice meant to charm looking at both of them, in the foreign voice that was too old to be coming from the body it was. She began to lean against his body and play with his braid, twiddling it back and forth in each hand.
"Do I get you excited?" She asked looking down, "Do I fill your fingertips with pleasure? Or anger? Do I antagonize you so?" She began to nibble the lobe of his ear and send chills parading down his back.
"No," he stated, "You fill me with joy and contentment. Or actually Usagi, I mean." He smiled at her enraged face; she did not expect that answer.
"You're always a smart aleck then?" She inquired, "You're always happy?"
"Only the REAL Usagi would know the answer to that question." He countered.
She blew an irritated breath. "Well, the real Usagi cannot reach into your mind and see the church. See the stained glass patterns and," she paused smartly, "and she cannot see Solo."
Duo took a sharp breath and stepped back quickly. Hiiro took the chance to aim his gun at her and take as many shots as he could.
The suit absorbed them all. Hiiro paused and began stare, it was impossible. She began to sigh. "You don't understand baby." Hiiro cringed at the name she called him, "I am superior! There is no way to beat me!" Her voice began to ring with such unfamiliarity in it that Hiiro didn't understand why he felt sick to his stomach; nauseated.
"No way huh?" Another strange voice inquired.
Four girls landed in between them. They wore skirts that were short, to the upper thighs. They wore different colors and had different looks and hair. But now was not a time to study them. Now was time to focus on Usagi.
"Shinu, get 'em!" She said with that ever lingering smile.
The blackness began to come from the suit in a tidal wave of inescapable greatness that all Hiiro and Duo could do was watch it with utterly failing reflexes. Dodging left, right, up, down, angles... it came from all directions at once until they could dodge no more. They couldn't see the girls anymore nor could they afford to search for them.
Duo was entirely stretched to his nerve's ending, he couldn't take any more. He couldn't stand here helplessly anymore.
"All right! Now is the time to get serious!" He announced as began to fight for an opening. When he saw it about ten minutes later, he began to run, to run towards Usagi.
"Give her back you damn monster! Deliver her to us!" He screamed with threats of tears pouring over the brim any second. He stopped only a foot away from her. "Give her back you bitch!" He began to bring his arm back and aim for her chest.
"Ha! You think words will penetrate my Shinu better than physical attacks? I laugh at the way humans think!" She turned from him with her back openly exposed and arms crossed, "You're a waste of my time!"
He ignored her comments and aimed straight for between her shoulder blades, he thrust his fist forward for Wu fei, Quatre, Trowa... and even Relena. To relieve his anger and grief.
She gave a pained scream as Duo's hand collided with her back. Yet Duo stared in awe as his fist penetrated through the blackness. He felt no pain, no anger, no sadness, no bitterness, no... anything.
His emotions were washed away in a tide pool full of warmth, full to the brim. Like his tears. He began to feel around with his hand. It felt as if it were not his, as if his hand was replaced by new, old replaced with fresh. It felt wonderful.
It seemed as if every moment of his existence had waited for this very moment, this very second, this very purpose. His eyes began to grow wide and entranced as Usagi stay frozen in one spot. He began to feel light headed and his vision blurred. It slurred the image of the four girls fighting the enormous blackness that threatened to swallow him whole. The image of Hiiro running to him slurred with the image of the floor coming ever closer to eye level.
He could barley make out a body across the room, far away from his dimming vision. He could see something brown covering half of the creamy color protruding from a camouflage suit.
He could feel his hand grasp something warm as his hand began to come from her skin.
It wasn't black with the cat suit anymore. It was a normal cream peach. The way he remembered it. He closed his eye as he felt a small body fall on him.
~Who'd have guessed?! You don't know what's going on right? Well, I'll type chapter thirteen really quickly... that is, after I get 10 reviews. *wicked smile*
(Congratulations to my tenth reviewer, Senshi's Tenshi)
*I don't believe in disclaimers
Chapter 12: Scouts Rock the Scene
Usagi held a menacing grin on her face. It held too much pleasure and to much bitterness. She had her hands on her hips and held another spike in her hand. She wore a black, shining, almost leather cat suit. It snaked around her body and fit every curve and even every crease of her finger. The neck was at a low V-cut which revealed her cleavage from beneath the tied strings which held the two sides together. It was not a modest suit at all, Hiiro hated to see her in it. She truly looked evil, more evil than anybody would have eternally suspected.
Hiiro ruefully lifted his gun and began to aim right at her forehead. He did NOT want to do this at all. He... he just couldn't. Her angelic face twisted with cruel pleasure, hatred, and revulsion. He lowered his gun.
"What did you do to Usagi?" He asked with a small waver of anger in his voice. He looked with Prussian blue eyes to meet the body, the image, the lie. It was anything but Usagi. He let his gaze wander and examine, to show a sign that what would prove it wasn't her. Then he saw it.
He stopped breathing for a while; Duo noticed and put a hand on his shoulder. He began to watch Hiiro's gaze intently. But he found Hiiro still wasn't breathing. Duo began to follow his stare and began to search Usagi's face for anything Hiiro could be staring at. Then he saw the figure in the background, what Hiiro had seen.
He abruptly hit Hiiro on the back to make him inhale. Hiiro shot him an agitated glance but quickly raced his eyes back to where they had been before.
"Duo," Hiiro began almost inaudibly, "I need to distract her, will you help me?" Hiiro looked at him silently, Duo nodded his head warily.
Hiiro began to run straight in front of Duo, he followed quickly.
"You have to do better than that you two, you're the flies and I am the hand that holds the swatter." She gave a cruel laugh from the depths of her stomach; this voice was not the Usagi he knew. "One, two, I'm coming for you." She began to sing, "Three, four, let blood poor. Five, six, hear the triggers click. Seven, eight, clean your slate. Nine, ten, you won't live..."
She gave a series of harsh laughs and began to throw the spikes at them randomly while twirling in the air. She kept repeating the rhyme over and over again until she had made them jump at everything around. She was driving it into their heads.
Usagi caught the sight of blonde out of the corner of her eye, and then she was blinded by maroon.
"You leave my Hiiro and his friend alone!" Screamed the voice of the female on top of her, she had been knocked to the ground. "You leave them alone! Die!"
Hiiro was almost embarrassed for the figure but he had no time to do anything but warn.
"Get away from her! She'll hurt you!" He screamed eagerly, she didn't deserve to die. (AN: Well she obviously wants to die anyways... *thinks back to cliff*)
It was too late now, the cat suit began to spring from inanimate to living and began to wrap around her tender flesh. "Oh!" Usagi said with a wicked smile, "She tastes pretty good doesn't she, Shinu?" (AN: Shinu= to die)
Hiiro looked at her in anger. Relena was engulfed by the blackness too, engulfed by hatred and sullenness.
Usagi saw his distraught face and began to stand up walking in pleasure. She walked up to Duo who stood in shock staring at her.
"Oh," she gave a long and delighted note, "My, my! What have we here? Such a strong build and a sturdy chin. Camouflage uniform, boots, and a hat? Such orderly people aren't we?" She asked in a voice meant to charm looking at both of them, in the foreign voice that was too old to be coming from the body it was. She began to lean against his body and play with his braid, twiddling it back and forth in each hand.
"Do I get you excited?" She asked looking down, "Do I fill your fingertips with pleasure? Or anger? Do I antagonize you so?" She began to nibble the lobe of his ear and send chills parading down his back.
"No," he stated, "You fill me with joy and contentment. Or actually Usagi, I mean." He smiled at her enraged face; she did not expect that answer.
"You're always a smart aleck then?" She inquired, "You're always happy?"
"Only the REAL Usagi would know the answer to that question." He countered.
She blew an irritated breath. "Well, the real Usagi cannot reach into your mind and see the church. See the stained glass patterns and," she paused smartly, "and she cannot see Solo."
Duo took a sharp breath and stepped back quickly. Hiiro took the chance to aim his gun at her and take as many shots as he could.
The suit absorbed them all. Hiiro paused and began stare, it was impossible. She began to sigh. "You don't understand baby." Hiiro cringed at the name she called him, "I am superior! There is no way to beat me!" Her voice began to ring with such unfamiliarity in it that Hiiro didn't understand why he felt sick to his stomach; nauseated.
"No way huh?" Another strange voice inquired.
Four girls landed in between them. They wore skirts that were short, to the upper thighs. They wore different colors and had different looks and hair. But now was not a time to study them. Now was time to focus on Usagi.
"Shinu, get 'em!" She said with that ever lingering smile.
The blackness began to come from the suit in a tidal wave of inescapable greatness that all Hiiro and Duo could do was watch it with utterly failing reflexes. Dodging left, right, up, down, angles... it came from all directions at once until they could dodge no more. They couldn't see the girls anymore nor could they afford to search for them.
Duo was entirely stretched to his nerve's ending, he couldn't take any more. He couldn't stand here helplessly anymore.
"All right! Now is the time to get serious!" He announced as began to fight for an opening. When he saw it about ten minutes later, he began to run, to run towards Usagi.
"Give her back you damn monster! Deliver her to us!" He screamed with threats of tears pouring over the brim any second. He stopped only a foot away from her. "Give her back you bitch!" He began to bring his arm back and aim for her chest.
"Ha! You think words will penetrate my Shinu better than physical attacks? I laugh at the way humans think!" She turned from him with her back openly exposed and arms crossed, "You're a waste of my time!"
He ignored her comments and aimed straight for between her shoulder blades, he thrust his fist forward for Wu fei, Quatre, Trowa... and even Relena. To relieve his anger and grief.
She gave a pained scream as Duo's hand collided with her back. Yet Duo stared in awe as his fist penetrated through the blackness. He felt no pain, no anger, no sadness, no bitterness, no... anything.
His emotions were washed away in a tide pool full of warmth, full to the brim. Like his tears. He began to feel around with his hand. It felt as if it were not his, as if his hand was replaced by new, old replaced with fresh. It felt wonderful.
It seemed as if every moment of his existence had waited for this very moment, this very second, this very purpose. His eyes began to grow wide and entranced as Usagi stay frozen in one spot. He began to feel light headed and his vision blurred. It slurred the image of the four girls fighting the enormous blackness that threatened to swallow him whole. The image of Hiiro running to him slurred with the image of the floor coming ever closer to eye level.
He could barley make out a body across the room, far away from his dimming vision. He could see something brown covering half of the creamy color protruding from a camouflage suit.
He could feel his hand grasp something warm as his hand began to come from her skin.
It wasn't black with the cat suit anymore. It was a normal cream peach. The way he remembered it. He closed his eye as he felt a small body fall on him.
~Who'd have guessed?! You don't know what's going on right? Well, I'll type chapter thirteen really quickly... that is, after I get 10 reviews. *wicked smile*