by Kaekilia LeoLynn
:.: bouncing off padded cube walls :.:
XMEN 3 IS OUT TODAY! I WANT TO SEE! I WANT TO SEE! I WANT TO SEE!
¡X-MEN 3 ESTÁ EN TEATROS HOY¡DESEO VER!
:.: stops bouncing and stares innocently at fans. flashes huge smile and continues bouncing :.:
P.S. vault works.
Randomness:
A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door. (ain't that the truth...ahem!)
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Chapter 17
Raye was so angry she didn't care where she went. She just had to get away from them... Away from him. That bastard! Screw him! She'd find a way to get him back for all he's done to her. And what about that slut, Mina? Some friend she is, taking him from her.
"I hope she dies." Raye muttered, finally coming to a stop near the training grounds. With a sigh, she entered the arena and sat down. Serveral Starlights and other Sailor Soldiers were on the grounds sparring. Raye watched them halfheartedly.
"You moping again?" the ebony-haired Starlight known as Archer sat beside her. Ray scoffed and looked away. Archer chuckled and shoved Raye's shoulder playfully. "Come on, you. Let's spar. I'll get your mind off things."
"Just leave me alone." Raye snarled, pulling away from the Starlight. Archer nudged her again and Raye whipped arround, attacking her. The Starlight was too fast and Raye missed. With a growl, Raye lept at the other soldier, but again, missed.
"You'll have to be faster than that to catch me." Archer said, sauntering away. Raye transformed and the Starlgiht turned to face her.
"Mars Flame Sniper!" Archer side-stepped the flaming arrow. She pursed her lips and then smirked. The Starlight pulled out an onyx colored bow and knocked an arrow. She hesitated. Mars was furious. "Just shoot me!"
"Well, since you put it that way..." Archer loosed the arrow. With a resounding crack, Mars stumbled backwards. Archer burst into laughter. "You look like a unicorn that way."
Mars looked up to discover the arrow was lodged in the crystal of her tiara. She did look like a unicorn. With that thought, Mars couldn't help but let a laugh escape. "I can't beleive you really shot me."
Archer shrugged. "You told me to."
"True." Mars removed her tiara and unlodged the arrow. The cracked ruby mended itself and Mars replaced her tiara.
"Are you two done goofing arround up there?" Another Starlight shouted from the sands.
"Sorry, Nexxa!" Archer waved in appology. She dropped out of her transformation and sighed, before looking at Mars again. "Star Sniper. She's a hoot."
Mars watched as Mari-Meya took a seat. With a flash, Raye's Sailor Suit disappeared. She sat beside the Starlight. "I feel better."
"I knew you would." Mari-Meya smiled. "Nothing like trying to blast the hell out of someone to put you in the right mood. Do you want to talk about what was bothering you?"
Raye was quiet for a long moment. She sighed and finally decided to let the Starlight in. "I thought Yat- Star Healer, liked me. Boy did I have it wrong."
"It's difficult to tell with Lady Healer. That sawed-off little shit can say one thing and mean annother." Raye chuckled at Mari-Meya's flamboyance.
"Anyway... I got mad at my friend for being in love with Yat- Star Healer." Raye sighed. "I'm still mad about it."
"Maybe you and Yaten weren't ment for eachother. Just let it go. There's plenty of other fish in the sea." Mari-Meya winked. "Everything can always get better given the time. You'll see."
Raye let the Starlight's words sink in. After a long, comfortable silence, Raye smiled. "Thanks, Mari-Meya."
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Celest couldn't beleive that the old king had followed her to Kinmoku and demanded proof that his own son had been killed. She was fed up with serving the senile bastard, but knew she had to bide her time. Her strike against him and Kinmoku would happen simmotaneously. It was better that way.
Celest ducked into an abandoned hut, knowing already that the bastard king was inside. She tossed a burlap bag into the king's lap. She smirked when he squirmed at the blood leaking onto his lap. "There is your son's head. Proof that he's dead."
The old king looked up at her and frowned. "That tone in your voice, is that treason?"
"No, My King." Celest bowed. Secretly, she swore.
"Then why do you use that tone?"
"Honestly, Your Magesty, I'm upset that you do not trust me to kill your son without requiring proof that it has been done."
The king sneered. "Get over it! You are my servant and I will command you as I see fit!"
"I understand." Celest bowed again.
"I don't think you do." Fyr retorted. "Strip."
Celest looked up at him in shock. "I beg your pardon?"
"I gave you an order to disrobe. Now strip!"
Celest stood to her full height. "No."
"Insolent wench!" Fyr lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. He tore at her clothes, exposing her brests. In an instant, his world errupted in pain. He rolled off her, grabbing his side. Celest got to her feet, holding the bloody dagger out at him.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Celest charged and felt the dagger sink deep into the old king's heart. In her anger, she continued to stab him over and over. She screamed in rage.
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Author's note: Where the hell did that come from?