Yeah, yeah. I forgot to put a disclaimer. This fanfic is nothing like the storyline anyway.But, here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own or operate Gaia online. All NPC's are of the mod's creation. Inwe and Sheila are my creation, as Shira is Estelle's and Phoenix is Phoenix1724's creation. This fanfic is based of a RP the people mentioned before hand and I are in.

If you want to PM me, my username for Gaia is Inwe Greycloak.


"So what do you like to do, Gino? I've heard about you, but I don't know much about you," Shira said. Gino thought for a moment.

"I haven't had much time to myself since I'm picking up where my father left off, but when I was younger I'd explore the mansion," he said.

"Well, as you can tell back in Ruby's shop, I love shopping," Shira giggles before continuing. "I also like hanging out with my friends, meeting new people, traveling, reading, writing, and drawing… Yeah, I like too much."

"I don't mind really. If you like a lot of things, then you must be an interesting person," Gino smiled. Shira blushed slightly.

"I don't think I'm very interesting, unless you like politics and science," Gino said, scrunching up his nose.

"Politics and science, eh? I dunno, that sounds interesting," Shira said.

"Well, it is kind of interesting," Gino said. Shira paused, unable to think of something, then grabbed a lock of Gino's hair.

"You have such beautiful hair… I'm so jealous, I wish my hair was like yours," she said, playing with the lock. Gino laughed.

"Thank you. I love your hair-"

"Gino! There you are!" said the ever peppy voice of Sasha. Gino winced, hadn't an hour with her already?

"Hello, Sasha," he said, masking his disappointment.

"I was wondering were you got to," Sasha giggled. "I see you made a new friend."

"Shira. Shira Sisken," Shira said, forcing herself to say something. She imagined herself kissing Gino with Sasha in a cage, forced to watch. That would be torture.

"Oh, nice to meet you," Sasha said smiling. "Gino, I think we should go to the beach. It's such a nice day out."

"Uh sure," Gino said, glancing at Shira.

"Meet me at the Barton Fountain at six, okay?" he whispered so that Sasha couldn't hear. Shira nodded.

"Okay, let's go," Gino said, leading Sasha away. Shira watched after them, then returned home.

Inwe stepped past security into the holding area of the jail. She stopped by a few cells and chatted with their inhabitants. She stopped when she spotted a crowd. For a moment, she thought is was geese dressed up in florescent pink tee-shirts, but it turned out to be a gaggle of girls. Each sported a too-tight tee-shirt that read 'Ian ish inocant' across the chest. Inwe winched, muttering something that resembled "n00bs" under her breath. She sat down against the wall until the girls left.

"That was… loud," she said.

"I'll have to agree," said a soft voice from one of the nearby cells. "Those girls have been coming here for weeks."

Inwe's heart skipped a beat. It was Ian. She laughed.

"It's because of you… I have to agree with them, you are innocent. But I'm not like them," she said softly, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her blue eyes. She stared into the cell, imagining what it was like to be pent up all the time.

"I'm glad you think I'm innocent… I really am, but some people don't think so," Ian said.

"Rufus is doing a good job with your shop. In fact, I think sales have increased," Inwe said. Ian chuckled softly.

"I agree… What is your name? You know me, but I don't know you," he said.

"Inwe Greycloak, at your service," Inwe said, with a small nod of her head.

"Nice to meet you, Inwe."

"The same to you," she smiled. She looked at the bars and the small cell.

"It must be boring in there…and so dreadful."

"It is boring… and dreadful," Ian said, standing and leaning against the bars. "I need to get out of here," he mumbled to himself. Inwe stood and leaned against the bars, feeling the cool metal against her warm flesh. She was a few inches shorter than Ian. She looked up to him, admiring his brown eyes.

"You will," she said comfortingly.

"Thank you, hopefully, I will," Ian said, looking down slightly at Inwe. Inwe sang softly under her breath, hoping she wasn't annoying Ian. Ian walked back to his bed to lie down, listening to the flowing lyrics in a peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. Inwe looked at her watch, and then swore, interrupting the song.

"Ian, I have to go… I promised I'd meet my friend. If you want I can come back later," she said. Ian nodded.

"I'd like that… It's not like I'm going anywhere," he smiled. Inwe smiled back and waved good-bye, flying off to her house.


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