STLTH 100

Well, here goes another chapter of Stealth One Hundred. As per the Guests:

Lilly: Don't worry about it, Lilly. It's only for plot and of course, things will happen to make sure that Miggs happens. It won't burn down like the five-second ship in canon.

Guest: Tom would HAVE to be hated if he pulled this crap, lol.

Ligma: Sugondese... Anyway, I meant about Code Name's application of how the curse affected people when they weren't together; I'm not going to get too much into it. He's original... in his own horrific, violent, unique and British way. And Comeuppance... definitely for Tom, but not sure about Higgs yet. As for crazy, glad you dig it.

And that's that for the Guest mailbag!

Her eyes creaked open at the crack of dawn, out of daily habit. After a yawn, she got out of bed, preparing to get ready for the day. She absentmindedly did everything she usually did… until she reached her hand into her dresser, only to find a perfectly empty space where her knickers were kept.

"…The hell?" Fully pulling out the drawer to look inside it, she couldn't spot a single piece of underwear, not one. First believing that she'd gone through all of her panties in one week, Higgs cursed out loud. "It's only WEDNESDAY!" She tore through the draw now, expecting that she'd accidentally left them under other articles of clothing, but could find none. Not her ordinary panties, not her hipsters, not even her boyshorts. Higgs then ripped into her dirty hamper, but all of her dirty clothes were there, except for what she was looking for. That also meant that Lavabo didn't wash them.

That meant that someone stole them. Pulling back the waistband of her tights, the girl was horrified that she wasn't even wearing any, either, and it was her favorite green boyshorts she had slept in. "What the bloody hell is going on?!" What kind of a sick and twisted panty-thief was running around?! And how did he take off the one she was wearing… and put on back her clothes… without she knowing it?! She ran out of her door without even closing it, intent on getting some answers.

In the next hour, everyone knew about it... It wasn't just her. It was like some creeping perverted thing in the castle that had stolen EVERY article of ladies underwear; the entire castle! As the situation that Higgs had found herself in, even the women and girls had found themselves bereft of the undergarments they had been wearing, something that stupefied them. In all of the halls, every female in the castle was in a tizzy, throwing the place into pandemonium. At first, they had hushed conversations, but now that everything was known, no one was being private about it anymore, and there was low-scale chaos.

"Dashing, you son of a bitch!" Lady Whosits yelled as she grabbed Sir Dashing by the scruff of the neck. "You did this shit twenty years ago! Now, you've become so brazen as to steal EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF-"

"It wasn't me!" Dashing tried to defend himself, but the big woman wouldn't hear of it. Punching him so hard that a few teeth became loose in his gums, he fell back against the wall, pleading for her to believe him. This caught the attention of the other frenzied females in the vicinity, and soon, the knight was getting mobbed by overzealous eager on beating him within an inch of his life. As all of this was going on, Marco hefted a massive trash-bag. Just from looking on and hearing the frenzied women and girls, the boy began to sweat nervously, anxiously trying to get out of the hot zone before they even began to suspect the true culprit.

'But I'm no culprit! What if someone was trying to frame me?! WHY? I didn't do anything to anybody? Maybe I should just tell them that I just found them in my room-' Hearing Dashing's screams as he was getting pummeled quickly made him realize how stupid that sounded. Deciding to just talk to someone (in authority, like Moon or probably King River) in private about it later, he hurried to try to get rid of the evidence. He figured that stashing them somewhere far away from him as quickly as possible was the way to go, he tried to lift the cumbersome bag once more on to his back. He failed miserably. It wasn't because of the weight, but because it was so bulky. About to lift it again, he was frightened out of his wits when Lady Whosits yelled his name, noticing how tense he looked.

"DIAZ!"

"Oh no, IT WASN'T ME-"

"Calm down, I know whatever mess is going wasn't your fault! I thought that you looked like you could use some help."

"Help?" His eyes followed where hers was looking at and started to sputter when she reached for the trash bag. "No-no-no, I d-don't need any help!"

"Ah, poor boy. He's insecure about his masculinity around muscles like mine!" the woman laughed to herself. She easily pushed him away, grinning all the while. "It's not because you're puny. You just passed the chute for garbage furnace and you didn't even notice. And I don't want you to tear a hole in that bag trying to get rid of it. Don't need a mess in the corridors."

Marco's jaw dropped. "…Furnace?" he said dumbly. He had originally only planned on stashing the things somewhere out of his proximity before sending an anonymous tip to someone about where the undergarments were. Heck, talking to someone still seemed a sensible enough thing to do. But BURN THEM? Before he could properly react, they had reached the chute for where the knights and squires sent their garbage, and the woman unknowingly dumped the bag containing hundreds of underwear into the fire far below.

"See! Simple." The woman turned back to the boy, only to find him with a large feather sticking carelessly out of his pocket. "Isn't that a feather, boy? What're you doing with that?" She looked at his head, considering that he didn't have a helmet. "You don't even have a helmet!" His eyes widened when he saw that her own helmet didn't a feather, and blustered through a lie as best he could.

"It's actually yours… I'm sorry." He bowed and tried to give it back to her. "It fell to the ground, and I wanted it for myself. I'm sorry I was jealous!"

"Meh, don't be such a kiss-ass, boy. But at least you're honest. You can't wait to be a knight! You'll have to earn it." The woman gave a small harrumph before taking the feather from him. "Just go run whatever errands the princess wants you to." Getting his chance to flee, Marco ran as fast as he could as soon as the woman's back was turned.

'How the heck did I do that?! WHY WOULD I DO THAT?! I was even looking at her the whole time, and I didn't even move my hands… not that I knew of…' Marco's heart jumped into his mouth as he realized something new. 'What if I sleepwalked of something, and stole all of this without even realizing it, like just now?' In his distraction, he tripped suddenly, and tasted the rug as soon as he hit the ground. "Ugh!" Grunting through the pain, he struggled to comprehend why he fell so stupidly, only to look back to see Higgs with her foot outstretched.

"Careful, pretty boy. You might trip." He angrily told her that the joke had no taste, but the girl merely shrugged. "Whatever."

"Don't get all your panties all up in a twist. Oh… you don't have any," he drawled knowingly, relishing seeing her face contort in anger. While his own retort had no taste either, he suddenly felt like he got memories of undressing the girl, and blushed deeply. "Green," he mumbled to himself. Getting up quickly, he ran away from her, trying to put some distance between him and her. Before he was out of earshot, Higgs yelled at him that the Princess wanted to see him. He didn't answer, of course, but she waved it off. She didn't really care, anyway.

Feeling a cold drafty wind blow through the castle and around her, the girl tried to rub away the goose-bumps on her upper arms, only to discover that one of her arm-warmers were missing, revealing her scars to the world. "How the hell…" Higgs had no idea how she could even lose something like that. She kept them wrapped them around her arms all the time, except for when she wasn't bathing. "Damn! First my clothes, now this?! Am I haunted or something? Or some blasted magic?" She was no disbeliever in both, and before anyone could see, hid her arm behind her and rushed back to her room. There were some things best left hidden… things that she didn't want anyone to see.