Wow...I like updated really fast... two chapter's in the same day! But for soem reason it's real easy for me to write this. Well here it is! The continuation of Dance Inside the War.
"I look like crap!" Yzak yelled as he combed threw his now waste long hair.
"Meh, at least you look hot with your D sized boobs. Look at me! I look like my mother bread with the Hunchback of Notre Dom!" Dearka moaned as he touched his fake wrinkles. "Why do they feel so REAL!"
"You guys can complain, but I'm glad! I look like a guy! So who wants a beer? I can buy alcoholic drinks now!" Nicol said brightly.
"GET OUT!" Dearka and Yzak screamed.
"What? Why? I have to change too!" Nicol protested.
Yzak adjusted his fake boobs. "Just hand me my clothes!"
Nicol grabbed his dress. "Here. Oh here's the wedding ring."
Yzak glared at him, "No."
"You got to wear it, Yzak!" Nicol continued to protest, "The whole reason these people came to visit Mekina Sabain is because WE GOT MARRIED!"
"GO TO HELL YOU QUEER!" Yzak screamed throwing the ring across the room.
"Athrun!" Nicol tattled, "Make Yzak wear the damn thing or we're going to be late!"
Athrun who had to go through no transformation put down the newspaper and looked at the two. One was frowning the other had an evil aura with the glare that pierced through his soul. To say the least Athrun wasn't going to go with Nicol this time, "It's not necessary, Nicol."
"Ha! See, I don't have to! Now take you're wedding fantasies out of here and go get a cab while i put on this dress!" Yzak ordered.
Mr. Haw whirled into the room, "Not with out you're makeup first!"
Yzak glared at Nicol and hoarsely, "You better get that cab quick or I'll be divorcing you're ass so quick, you won't even to have time to guess what I'll use you're money for!"
Athrun ruffled his newspaper and sighed. God this was going to be one long assignment. Of course, Yzak would be the one to make it all drag down into the horrible cesspool.
Mekina awaited for her visitors to arrive by the large open window that overlooked the whole front lawn of her estate. It had been fifteen years since she had seen a single one of them, though at the time she had been three. But she was glad to hear that they were now touring the plants just a month after their beloved friend John had just gotten married to Mary. She was just glad they were going to stay at her home for a unknown amount of time.
She smiled, "Well, hopefully not too long."
A car came into the driveway, a beetle bug, which was a surprise to her. She quickly got down the stairs and opened the door in time to see a graceful woman with long silver hair climbing out of the beetle bug. Walking out she gave a curt nod.
She greeted her, "Hello you must be Mary!"
Yzak gave her a smile, "Why yes and you must be Mekina. I've heard so much about you." Yzak's vocal cords were crying as he talked in the most high pitch voice he could muster.
Nicol clambered out of the cramped beetle bug, almost falling straight unto his face, he looked up at Yzak wondering how in the hell he managed to climb so gracefully out. Yzak held out his hand, "Oh hunny you shouldn't drink so much."
Nicol, the usually cool headed guy frowned, "Ass whole," thought to himself, "Oh of course you're right smoogy woogens."
Yzak frowned but quickly caught his composure and stressed a smile, "Of course dear."
Nicol got up and shook hands with Mekina, "Hello, I'm not sure if you remember me but I'm John."
"Pleasure." she replied letting go of his hand to turn and see a very old man climbing out. "Oh! You must be Mar! Do you need help getting out?"
"No! That's alright!" he then mumbled under his breath, "If that damn Mr. Haw handn't put thousand and one cosmetic bags back here I'd be fine. I'm not that old!"
"What was that?" Mekina asked.
"Oh nothing!" Dearka managed to say before he landed face first into the gravel.
"Mar!" Mekina screamed first and everyone else halfheartedly followed he cries. "Are you alright?"
Dearka stammered, "Y-yes." he was floored for Miss Sabain had unusual beauty.
Athrun who got out of the driver seat coughed, "Mar, you dirty old man, stop gawking over the young mistress."
Mekina looked up to see a man with blue hair and striking green eyes and was at a lost of words.
Dearka frowned, Of course Athrun got all the girls. He was the single young good looking man out of the bunch. Athrun broke Dearka's and Mekina's thoughts by clearing his throat, "I'm Marcus. How are you?"
"I'm...fine."
Aching in his high heels, Yzak broke up their meeting by announcing, "Oh can we continue this merriment of greetings INSIDE!" he recovered his rudeness by saying. "It's starting to get terribly cold out. Ahahaha."
"Oh yes, of course. This way."
OK! Chapter 2 finished! hope you enjoy! ; hopefully I'll have chapter three up as quickly as i got this one up! Please review but BE GENTLE I AM SENSITIVE. Oh by the way...if people are confused by me saying this was my first fic...it isn't on this website...that statement was meant for another website...sorry...but still be gentle...
