Domino gasped at the sharp pain in her head and placed her hand above her hair to protect herself from the evil grasps of Adaline's wire brush.

The vicious monster in question raised a well-draw eyebrow and tilted her head looking down at the tall marine who once again draped her body over the back half of a basic chair.

The tall marine sending the brush holding monster a sharp glare to which she only giggled.

"Calm down, you big baby, I'm almost done." Ada cooed while running her shorter red tipped nails through the woman's long auburn hair and moving to pin up small sections to her desired length.

Domino huffed and then nodded which was quickly reciprocated with a hard tap to the back of her head.

"Don't move, this is very hard you know." Adaline hissed looking down at how she held Domino's, now tamed, hair in-between her fingertips and began placing the accessories that was detrimental to their whole reason for being here.

"Sorry, mama," The unmoving Domino whispered while her honey eyes focused on the petite woman's sparkling reflection in the ornate mirror they sat before.

The red head's pink lips were pursed slightly as she ran her hands through Dom's hair placing the final touch's with a small content smile.

Adaline had forsaken her normal dark red lip stick of seduction for a soft glossy pink, as well as her harsher tones of massacre and make up for simple natural look. She wanted to be something more then just her normal harsh rule following self.

Considering now was not a time to be following the rules. The two woman had agreed to get the results they needed, the rules would need to be damned.

"I already told you quit calling me that," Adaline hummed with a slight warning as she bit her lip and took a step back from the sitting marine. (Admiring her handiwork of corse)

"What do you think? To much?" Adaline asked lightly her face full of worry as her baby blue eyes inspected the layered levels of Domino's pulled up hair which now cascaded in a waterfall of spiraling curls behind her head that would dance with each motion she made.

"No, it's good." Domino hummed lightly to Adaline's nod. She had failed to realize that during this little back and forth the patient and scary marine had not taken her eyes off of the mesmerizing woman who continued to look around the gorgeous cascading curls of her handiwork.

It wasn't as if the tall marine had this terrible feeling about the red head (which she did) but it was something different, something else that was about Adaline that was calming Domino. And she didn't want to ruin the moment with looking away.

As if the moment she looked away her best friend would disappear.

Maybe, it was all the times the red head would help the chaotic marine nurse old wounds, or the days were they would sit back to back looking towards the open sea and sharing their futures together with smiles on their faces.

Or even the terrifying secrets the two shared.

Or, maybe... it was just Adaline was always there by Dom's side every step of the way. And she...would always be there.

That's what calmed Domino.

Adaline by now had noticed Dom's unwavering stare and shook her head holding out her brush and giving a light laugh at Dominos peaceful smile.

"Okay what is it girl?" Ada asked with a smile growing on her face as she now moved from behind Domino to face the large elegantly carved mirror.

She did this while glancing down at the sitting woman's own reflection.

Domino gave a slow shrug and placed her head back against her folded over arms watching as her hair dangled with her motions, and how the setting suns light caught the reflection of the concealer across her face and almost for a moment reminded her that she was once this smooth and unscarred woman.

And she could be once more.

If she had refused to fight the fight, she'd been fighting her whole life.

But this was Domino we were talking about; she was made a fighter and would remain so till the day she died. However soon that may be.

"Nothin, just thinking you're gonna be a great mama, mama." The tall marine hummed as she moved to close her eyes. It was easier to focus on her surroundings with her eyes closed.

Right now, the islanders were beginning to collect inside the wide-open base of the volcano, the sounds of their cheering reverberated through the carved rocky walls of the hotel and her body. There was a bustling about in the areas around her as if people had yet to leave their rooms. But intended too.

Then there was something deeper down that felt still and...wrong.

She tried to focus harder yet the more she tried more the screams filled her mind. The sounds of cackling fire engulfed wood and toppling down machinery played louder in her head. Almost drowning out any thoughts of calm she had.

"20 years or so of looking after you prepared me for it." Adaline's light voice chirped while she busied herself with inspecting the disgusting flora print dress that Arum picked out for her. After inspecting her own hair and makeup she figured it was time for the finishing touches and while Domino decided to close her eyes and sit their partially nude. Ada figured it was better to finally get dressed.

However with this dress maybe she was better off walking around naked. She looked down at the ugly and loose-fitting material and rolled her eyes throwing it back down against a love seat that sat next to the large walk in closet.

(Completely empty. The woman knew they wouldn't be here long)

"Ew, I think not." She stated. Ada may be pregnant, but she would never be forced to wear something this ugly and unflattering.

Pregnant woman are supposed to glow after all. Not get drowned in the dull brown color of the fabric which had falling leaves around the ends. All of the leaves by the way. Yeah they were an even worse dark green.

She would look like a walking tree trunk if she where to wear this, this monstrosity.

Domino gave a light smile at the sound of the dress hitting the chair and Adaline quickly shifting towards her own suitcase to pull out a custom dress she had brought just in case for emergencies. The red head mumbling to herself while she did so.

"Picky much?" Domino called a frantic smile on her face as she lifted her head lightly and began to open her eyes. It was growing harder to drown out the screams of her past. Therefor she now decided to focus on the former sniper before her.

Adaline only rolled her eyes in response looking over at the bare backed woman and gave a light 'hmph' moving to carefully slip her own custom skin tight but elegant red dress over her legs. This was a perfect dress she had worn on many other missions. So this was no different.

"Why don't you look what she got you then?" Adaline called with a knowing smile at the very revealing cocktail dress that laid sprawled out against another generic wooden chair on the other end of the room.

Domino picked up her head turning to look at the now bouncing Adaline trying to struggle to get the tight dress over her bulging stomach.

She pointed lazily at the effort Adaline was putting in and began to giggle uncontrollably. Not by choice. "Henhehe, bouncy babies." She sung before her eyes darted across the well-lit room and noticed the dark black number.

"Wait what is that?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows and pushing her body away from the chair. Gently placing a dirt covered hand over her newest burn on her lower abdomen, as she walked over to the black fabric and quickly picked up the tiny piece of fabric and turned around to see a half dressed Adaline who was still fighting her dress over her stomach.

"Oh picky much?" She asked with a snarky tone to her voice. The aggression at her effort was obviously seeping through her words.

Domino blinked at the lack of fabric this dress had, then looked at her own exposed and scarred body. She was never scared to show off her scars as had been said. Some of which was very proud of, however, this dress wouldn't even cover her life saving ass. It had a thin veil of light black mess across the exposed parts of where her body would be. But even then the solid black fabric that would cover her more sensitive areas was small.

This was not a dress you wore to meet your mentally unstable siblings. Or was she the one that was unstable? hehe It didn't matter at this point her mind was to far gone.

"Um, I mean..." Domino shook her head waving her clean hand through the mesh then quickly dropped it towards the floor and moved a burned hand to cover her frightening smile.

"How am I supposed to wear? What is it? Is it even a cocktail dress? Is it even a dress?" She murmured while the Red head grunted with another bounce and gave a light cheer as the dress finally worked it's way over her body.

"That'll..Yes! I finally did it, Fuck yes." She stated with a wide smile. Domino leaned back pulling her neck in against her chest and frowning at the sound of Adaline's curse.

This tiny creature was not meant to say such things. "You shouldn't say that." Domino stated before her mouth once again broke into a wide unwavering smile.

Adaline nodded, "Well, why not? Huh to hell with the preconceptions pregnant woman can't wear tight clothing. " She cheered while waving the smiling Domino over to her to help with this unwilling zipper.

"Yeah, I guess, but that's... just not right. What about the babies?" Domino whispered innocently while inspecting the zipper and blinked a few second as it began to fade in and out of existence. Was it the fact that she was sober for the first time or was she needing glasses?

Was she, was she getting old?

"Won't you, you know ruin'em?" She asked lightly. Unsure how children really work. All she had was a faint memory of her mother slapping her father every time he cursed around her when she was pregnant with her brothers.

Adaline giggled to herself while Domino grasped the zipper and began to pull upwards. "Dom, they can't actually hear what I'm saying." She smiled to herself, then gasped as Domino pulled the zipper tighter closing the dress completely around the woman's large chest and sucking all breath from her lungs.

"Ouch!" She snapped the pain heavy in her voice.

Domino gasped and let go of the zipper, "Oh shit, my bad, oh no shit the babies flipping fuck I'm sorry." Domino stammered before finally being swatted away by Adaline who turned around laughing at the scared woman's mortified face.

"It is fine, I just said..." She stopped when Domino smiled at her and shook her head.

"No actually they can, I mean they can't understand what you're saying but they can hear." Dom giggled before blinking and shaking her head trying to move her hand to her hair before Adaline quickly slapped at her.

"Don't mess it up! Whatever you do don't mess it up!" She stated harsher than she meant to sound. Quickly she shook her head at Domino's realization at why it was so important to keep her hair the way it was.

"I'm sorry, girl. Just I worked really hard on it." She corrected as Domino nodded and rolled her eyes moving over to her own suitcase and pulled out her classic attire.

There was no sense in pretending tonight.

"Nah, you're good promise, just you're really cutting me down here. I mean first the booze, and now my hair?" Domino asked with a smile on her face as she moved to throw on a green sleeveless tank top. She tugged at the hem as she looked over to Adaline looking at her heels with a face of wonder.

"Uh oh, your fat feet don't fit?" Dom asked with a raised eyebrow bending over to pull her black boot cut slacks to her waist and taking in a quick breath at the fabric of her tank pulling at her burnt skin.

Adaline looked down at the clear red heels, then back up towards Domino, then shook her head. "No, no they don't. This totally sucks," She slammed her hands down at her side and began to pull at her dress her face morphing to one of sadness as tears began to fall from her eyes.

Domino quickly tightened her knife belt and slipped on her fingerless gloves as she walked over to console the crying mess of an Adaline as she has had to do multiple times these past 7 months. Ada's makeup was running down her face as she now pulled at the puffy bedspread around her an almost wailing similar to a cat dying escaping her lips as she sniffed.

"This is going to ruin everything! I'm..i'm.. going to ruin everything!" She blubbered shaking her head in shame as emotions ran around her head.

Here they were knee deep in something they couldn't run from and here Domino was in her most desperate time of need and all Adaline could do was be pregnant and fat and in the way.

Domino blinked frantically at the blubbering red head and moved to crawl on top of the bed to get behind Adaline. Suddenly the tall woman's scarred arms wrapped themselves around the tiny woman. A small growing vine of blue violet's appearing from the cold woman's hands cocooning Adaline in the beautiful flowers relaxing aroma and warmth they seemed to provide.

"Trust me, you are not ruining everything. In-fact you being pregnant is the best thing that could have happened," Domino started her cold voice breaking into an insane giggle before she quickly muffled it looking down at the sobbing woman.

Now was not a time to break Dom, just keep it together for Ada's sake.

Adaline sniffled then hit her hands against the bread spread. "H..how? won't this just make it harder for you?"

Don't take this the wrong way, She was well aware of mood swings and how they would come and go however she was unfortunately a victim of uncaring about that. Why? Because her fat feet didn't fit into her heels.

Stupid Thatch. He caused this. Yes. This was all his fault. It's not like she had anything to do with this.

Domino placed her chin back against the top of the blubbering woman's head humming softly as Ada fiddled with her hands trying to dab her eyes dry while the flowers began to move around her growing and almost dancing to the tune the taller woman hummed.

"My mother..." Domino took in a deep breath. "Was pregnant when everything happened, So seeing you pregnant?" She paused at how casually she said these things but continued none the less. "Neither Rappy or Russel will try anything against you, if anything they'll probably protect you more." She stated before giggling to herself as the woman began to move against the hold.

"That is if Baby dad doesn't find you first." She stated her voice growing colder as the flowers began to decay and fading away.

Domino laid back against the soft covers then rolled over to throw her legs over the side of the bed then quickly jump up. Her bare feet dancing along the carpeted floor as she began to bounce lightly in place.

"He's here you know." She cheered looking over at the calming Adaline who's baby blue eyes stayed fixed on Domino's boots that went unworn.

As if thinking, maybe her fat feet which normally would be way to small for those boots would now fit Domino's big shoes.

"There's no way." She gasped pulling her eyes from the woman's shoes and then looking at Domino who giggled madly covering her smile with her left hand, a small almost unnoticeable flower growing between her fingers.

"They had to be the three humans I felt in the bath house no doubt bout it." She cheered looking at the large ugly floral dress and glanced back up at Adaline who nodded.

"So that mean's they got your message?" She asked going very serious and frowned at Domino's growing smirk.

"They must've which makes this..." She picked up the ugly dress and held it up towards the red head a newfound smile on her face. '

Adaline dropped her heart at the sight of the dress being held up towards her. "All the more adorable to wear." Domino finished almost bouncing in place with a vicious smile across her face.

"Dom, no."

"Ada yes,"

"No it's ugly..."

"And? It should fit a lot better then what you're wearing."

"But it's ugly I don't want Thatch to see me in that..."

"What's he gonna do unpregnant you?"

"..."

"Thought so, put it on and lets finish this."

"Right,"

His topaz eyes scanned the cavern below him in pure delight. It was intoxicating how the echoing sound of his islanders and visitors alike gathered all underneath him and their surprise and admiration for him reached his ears.

He stood poised and silent while overlooking the bustling party with their decorative lanterns beneath him. Shinning over their disgusting happiness.

The main square which was littered with food carts and sitting places was nothing compared to the outer surrounding rectangle of people mingling and laughing.

It was like the court yards he was pulled around as a kid. The dark jagged pillars of volcanic rock in the four corners of the main party square extending well past his own overlooking room and connecting towards the overhanging walls supporting the curved and hollowed out ledges above.

Of course they did, he couldn't force his toys to break all the way through the volcano like he wanted. So he had settled with keeping the innerworkings of the volcano. After all the hollow tunnels turned out to be very useful in his plan.

So for now he was content with his genius design.

He watched his own body move in the reflection of the hidden windows and narrowed his eyes at his own frown. His fingers moved and began to pull at the frown lines that had formed across his face from the years of the life he was forced to live.

How old was he now?

How much of his time had been stolen?

How much time was really left for his siblings?

He knew his family was running dangerously low on time. So was that why his sister embraced him so warmly?

No. She was cold, and her voice was shattering with every word. Yet between them it was a familiar warmth. What was that feeling? Was it the giddy feeling he had gotten knowing she was welcoming her death with open arms?

Or was it the fact that he truly missed his sister.

He could not tell why he felt it, it was just as if they were back on the farm, his sister laughing alongside him as they finally gave way to the great dispute of which cow had more spots.

Which was of course only solved by his sister painting spots on the cows to match each other so they wouldn't fight anymore, then watching in delight as their father tried to figure out what had happened with colorful words.

He looked on at his dark reflection and tilted his head at the most peculiar sight in the hazy reflection. He was smiling. Not a chaotic smile like the one he planned to wear as he became the slayer of gods. But one of softer portions.

He scoffed tapping his fingertips together and looked elsewhere. Only for his smile to break back into the welcoming frown he felt comfort in.

Just below him four men walked aimlessly from underneath the ledge he overlooked, approaching the massive bar that was along the furthest wall almost completely out of sight and to the right of the large black windows he stared out of.

As the four approached the bars and almost disappearing completely underneath the room he watched from, he could clearly see them inspecting the areas.

He pulled his head sideways in wonder, he was excited they would be here to see his rise however he would have expected more would have come, after all he was having a grand party.

And pirates loved parties. Right?

He sighed and shook his head, it was fine, it was completely fine he could just switch his plans, it didn't matter. The outcome would be the same.

He rolled his topaz eyes at his own thoughts and looked up at his own reflection once more. He had now chose to cover himself with a light golden vest tightly clasped around his hidden muscular torso and clashing brightly with his tattered scarf.

He continued to inspect his dashing reflection before a newer taller presence appeared behind him.

His topaz eyes slowly moved to take in the crimson irises of his brother.

The two locked in a silent battle as they watched each other.

Russel tilted his head his frown still pulled at his face at the tall man before him. It was amazing once again just like with his sister, he saw himself in his brother.

In those crimson eyes, that shifted in astonishment, he saw his siblings desperately huddling together in the dark corners of their cell. With his sister's melodic voice dancing around them.

In those eyes he saw the day they split apart. How his sister stood over the rubble of their once great island.

And how his little brother gripped on to her leg in horror and fear.

Was that what he saw in their eyes? Was that what he saw in his own reflection?

Raphael watched closely as Russel's dark blue eyes flashed with something he had seen before in other worms.

But there was no way Russel could look at his own brother like that. How could he look at Raphael with pure fear?

All this time away from his siblings surrounding himself with all these worms must have made him insecure. That's why Russel looked at Raphael so.

Raphael moved to fix his tie once more feeling the comforting silk wrap his fingers in a sense of security as the two stared silently at each other. As if sizing the other up.

If a battle was to happen who would be the victor?

Did it matter?

It had been so long since they had seen each other, they had each grown so much. Each one of them had been changed and shaped by the world they were forced in. And with each tense passing second a new aura began to grow between the two.

Raphael looked down, adverting his eyes from his sibling in anticipation of speaking. What would this man think when he learned he never got over his stutter? What would his sister think? Surely they would be disappointed in his disgusting presence.

Was this really a good idea? Why wasn't Le with him? Oh...right. Le was set free. Of course he was.

"After all these years." Russel's smooth voice whispered softly.

His voice pulling Raphael to stop himself from yelling out his anxiety. It was near unbearable how much he wanted to holler in frustration at himself in disgust for not being able to speak first.

He continued to look down silently watching as Russel's white and red trimmed dress shoes appeared in his down casted sight.

"After all the secret correspondences" Russel stated making air quotes as he spoke. Of course, he had too, because was anything a secret in this world?

Russel watched his taller brothers body language practically scream (Kill me) and found himself beginning to laugh at how this tall man looked so much like a broken spirit.

"After all the times we helped each other and only hollow words spoken, I finally get to see you." Russel chuckled to himself shaking his head and holding out his long arms in an attempted embrace.

However, Raphael stood silent looking down at his feet not taking the embrace. Russel shook his head and dropped his arms.

"Com'on I'm your brother? You can't give me a hug?" He asked raising a trimmed eyebrow in suspicion. His blue eyes scanning Raphael's conflicted face.

Raphael looked to his side, noticing a side waiters' station that had an arrangement of liquors facing the open windows it was simple and wooden unlike the rest of the room which was so grand.

"N..nn..no...I..i..." He started before he growled to himself and moved to grab his tie before there was a low hum. He stopped himself and instead placed his hands to his side. This time trying to hold up his head higher.

He must do this.

"Oh...I see, so you've never gotten over that have you?" Russel asked watching Raphael's dark drown and short cut hair nod. Russel took in the sharper features of his little brother and hummed to himself once more.

"See, I'm glad you can at least speak, the stories and papers all said you were mute and only Leonardo spoke on your behalf." Russel frowned at Raphael's silence still and nodded towards where those crimson eyes focused on.

"Oh my bad, I'm being a bad host." He motioned towards the small station to their side. "Do you want some?" He asked unsure on if he was doing this whole hosting a family dinner properly.

Raphael shook his head closing his eyes tight before opening them again preparing what he was going to say.

"Y..y,..your wi..f.e. Said you want. to..." Raphael sighed and pulled at his tie bringing up his head to stare at Russel's judgmental blue eyes as he now swirled a crystal glass in his extravagant ring covered left hand.

The brown liquid sloshing from side to side as he sipped it lightly. "Wife? Why does everyone say that? She's my toy. Not my wife. But I do have kids! Real kids!" Russel started heavy before he lifted in surprise at remembering the two littler toys he had just recently found.

Raphael pulled his face in to a look of surprise and failed to hide it as Russel pointed with the glass at the face his brother made and laughed hysterically at it.

"Don't look like that!" He laughed harder setting down the heavy glass with an audible 'clink' then moving to pour himself another small glass. "I have them, after all what was it dad always said?" Russel asked himself, watching just how his brother began to look around frantically.

"You're nothing unless you have kids?" Russel asked himself lightly before looking over at Raphael shrugging clearly not wanting to remember such things.

Russel let his face fall in to a 'got you' smile lifting up his new drink and taking a sip.

"Yet, here we are. You practically a god, and me a humble land owner." He laughed holding out a hand for Raphael to move towards the rather large oval table that was partially set for a dinner occasion. It had everything from empty wine glasses to a large vase of plastic red and gold roses.

"We made names for ourselves none the less right?" Russel asked talking very quickly noticing how his brother had begun inspecting every little detail of such a lousy room. In fact Russel wanted a grander room set up but considering his siblings would not be here long. There was no need to get anything fancier then they deserved.

Raphael glanced down at the golden carved chairs and how they clashed with the red runner along the table.

Everything here seemed to clash against each other. The walls were a dark onxy color while the furniture was gold, yellow, red or black. Even the people seemed to clash with the island itself.

Some wearing scarves like his brother while wearing short clothing and others wearing practically nothing at all. It was different then his own islands where his subjects could wear whatever they liked. As long as they were comfortable he didn't care. Why should he?

Raphael took in a deep breath and moved to pull out a chair for himself thinking about his brother's words.

"Y.. humble?" He asked with a heavy tone of disbelief in his voice. He loved his brother and seeing as Russel moved to sit against his own golden chair he knew that Russel in turn loved him.

But humble? No, humble was not this.

Humble was his sister, who had thrown away her life for her brothers.

Well, she threw everyone's life away, but he couldn't blame her. No, he could never do that. However Russel. Humble? No. That was not doable.

Russel scoffed and downed the rest of his drink before laughing at how his brothers raised eyebrow sent a feeling of shock and awe through his body.

Of course he was humble! He was no god like his siblings.

"Of course I am?! While you guys went out about in the world I stayed here and built an empire that will last for years to come." He cheered with an outwardly expression before shaking his head and leaning back against his chair. "But that doesn't matter." He sighed now moving to place his cup down before dropping his arms over his golden hand quilted place mat, tapping his fingers together as he looked over at his brother who sat stiff and awkwardly watching the room they sat in.

"I wanted to talk to you before Salvia gets here." He started before he erupted into laughter at how quickly Raphael snapped his eyes on the shorter brother.

"That i..is,ss not her.. n.n. ." He stuttered with a low voice. Clearly one of warning.

Russel pulled back and leaned against his chair laughing at the look his brother sent him. "Please! Of course it is! How do you plan to free her if you use the name that cages her so?" He asked with an open palm of explanation.

Raphael wrinkled his nose and looked down, His hands finding his tie once more. Russel was right, if his sister was to be free then she needed to embrace who she was? Right? And if that was true then why did it feel wrong to call her anything else but Sissy?

"Sh..she m..might n..not like it." He whispered in a low unsure tone. His eyes now focusing on how this table was a dark oak color not like that mattered. It was just something else so he didn't focus on his brothers scarf.

Raphael knew what he hid under there and he hated it. Just like he hated the discoloration along his arm, Just like he hated himself for bringing his sissy what cause...no no. He didn't hate himself. He was to disgusting to even hate.

Russel waved his hand in the air watching his brother clearly lose track of the true god in the room. "Of course she wont like it, Just like I didn't like you abdicating your throne. Did you know that wasn't a part of the plan?" He asked leaning forward tapping his fingertips together as his frown deepened.

Raphael nodded and looked up with an unreadable expression. "Ss...so..sorry, I did..didn't o. gg..go with outt sis..sis.." He frowned and shook his head clinching and unclenching his fists looking down at his own reflection in anger.

Here he was before his brother, the only other person who would never judge him for how he spoke but still feeling so ashamed.

Russel took a deep breath at his brothers' agitation and looked out of the window watching as the crowd began to grow beneath them.

Good, good at least that was going to plan.

"I understand that is how you saw it but Raphael. Do you understand were that put's me? No..No put's us?" He asked looking back at his brother holding his head down low. He wanted to point out that Raphael not looking up at him meant that he must have felt that he was to good for Russel.

As if the red eyed man felt looking at the older brother was beneath him. Well Russel would soon show them all who he was above. For now though he would bide his time.

"With out your status as an Emperor and with no more ties to the underworld, our weapons won't be easy to distribute. Setting us back even more." He stated with wide topaz eyes. They weren't wide in confusion or surprise but in an almost hysterical look.

Raphael frowned. How was he to convey to his brother that he no longer cared for the underworld? He set his subjects free, he set his best friend free. And soon he would set his sissy free.

None of the other things mattered right?

So why did Russel care about such things?

"Yo..you Changed the We..we...ww..weapons." He stuttered one more time before taking in a deep breath and tightening his tie once more. "If you didn't change them then we...we. www,would have met..t.t long ago." He started looking up at his brother who now looked taken back and was leaning against his own golden throne.

Raphael pointed at him his eyebrows knitting in to a questioning glance. "We would have seen Ss..sisiy. sooner. B..bu.t. ..you add..dded something, and that's not my fault." He looked down and then back up unsure what he was saying. "This would've happened sooner when I was an..an..goo..good king. Then you wouldn't have ha...ha..had to worrrry." He shook his head. "You changed the plans, and I no longer wish to rule. Blame yourself before me." He stated sternly ending his struggling speech.

Russel took a second as Raphael finished his sentence and nodded somberly. Before his laughter pulled the two brothers away from their respective anger.

"That's fine, you're right. I did change the plans. But trust me this is better." He nodded towards Raphael and then tilted his head. "I'm glad you made a decision for yourself.." He flicked his own glass and twirled his finger around the edge. "anyway..." He trailed off when he looked outside towards the party once more and gasped.

Raphael looked from his brothers surprised face and towards the large heavily tinted windows that covered the wall and moved to stand up.

Russel had already thrown himself against the window and pressed his face against the glass laughing.

"Look! There she is!" He gave a hysterical smile as Raphael looked from his laughing brother to cup his hands against the glass and glance down at a woman who from this distance looked vaguely like his sister.

Still, no matter how much different she looked she would always be his sister.

It had to be. But who was she looking around for?

Raphael pulled back as Russel continued to laugh. "She must be lost! Arum was supposed to get her after you, we have dinner and all?! That's no good!" He asked himself before he raised an eyebrow at Raphael pulling away from the window and looking around clearly distraught.

Russel secretly smiled to himself. That was a perfect reaction for one god to see another.

"Are you okay Rappy?" He asked lightly moving to place a firm hand on his shoulder. Raphael pulled himself from his daze and pulled his shoulder away sending a sharp look towards his concerned brother before nodding. "Ye..yes I...I..." He stopped and tilted his head looking back at the open rectangular floor below him. Watching as a man with blonde hair walked openly over to his sissy.

Who was that?

"Are you wondering who she's with?" Russel asked almost reading his brothers facial expression as Raphael gave a light nod.

Russel smiled, "I believe that may be the person who's keeping poor Salvia from being free." He stated with a truthful lie in his voice.

Raphael nodded to himself. Of course, his sissy would continue to chain herself. That was why he needed to free her as soon as possible. But, Russel had a dinner planned, so he couldn't just rush in the middle of a crowded room with disgusting bugs and... Of course, he could.

So, without a second thought he turned quickly and moved to walk out of the room.

Russel's laughter echoing in his ears as he exited the small dining room.

Of course he laughed. Why? Because everything was coming together, no matter how many times he changed the plans the result was going to be the same.

Man Russel loved his family.