WARNING: Slight mention of masturbation within the third part! Be careful!

A warp pad had just recently been shining it's light in the dead of night. The light had signaled another gem which had caught some by surprise. What appeared at the end was a gem, one with a head in her hand. It was yanked by it's own hair as it bounced up and down. The gem had yawned.

"Ah... Another boring day taking out this guy." She looked to the head and it's awfully gruesome face it made. "Ew... how disgusting. Buuut I do need proof that it was I who killed him which doesn't even make sense! Everybody knows I'm the best, I'm too powerful to take credit off of someone else's kill!" She had laughed alone as she took her step off the warp pad.

She heard rustling in the trees. She looked around, the wind blew slightly into her light blue braid and she had moved away. She saw nothing but a knife floating in midair.

"Ah... Hello there Citty, how are you?" She had a sort of uppity malice in her voice.

From the knife, a hand, then an entire body had appeared. A yellow skinned gem had appeared, wrapped in a golden cloak.

"I told you not to call me that," the gem had said. "It's Citrine. Citrine. I see you haven't lost your touch Aquamarine."

"Of course not! I'm too good for it," she had said with refinery in her voice and a smirk on her face.

"I see," Citrine had said simply.

"So tell me, have your current employers hired to kill me?" Aquamarine asked.

She shook her head.

"I need to capture more gems... More for the masters..."

"And did you really think you can get me?" So much degradation in her voice.

She shook her head again.

"Of course not. But I knew where you always go to, the warp pad you use. The damaged one," she said, stoic.

"And from the information alone, you thought you may try your luck?" There was silence. "Ahaha! Really now? A slave like you?"

Citrine was inclined to fight but had resisted.

"Now deary, if you want you can run," Aquamarine suggested.

Citrine shook her head.

"Heh. Of course, you're brainwashed into finding that one mentor. How foolish. I hate seeing women, especially somebody like you, acting like an idiot. Here come into my arms."

Aquamarine had held her arms up and outward as an invitation but Citrine refused to move. Aquamarine pouted.

"Oh, so are you forgetting the debt you owe?" This caused Citrine to look up.

"Of course not," Citrine said. "And I plan to pay every penny."

"Then work for me."

Citrine had shaken her head once again. This had gotten Aquamarine annoyed to the point where she used her gems to form ice skates to skate to her. Citrine had tried to run but Aquamarine was already standing in front of her.

"Oh really. Not like what you're doing is much different. At least with this deal you'll be able to pay me off right?"

Citrine awkwardly nodded.

"Great. Then it's settled, you work for me now!"

"But what about my -"

"Oh tell them you quit! Isn't that obvious enough? If you want I'll go and tell them myself!"

"But then -"

"Don't underestimate the great beautiful queen Aquamarine!"

...

Heliotrope had just noticed she had hit somebody in the head with her mace. She had just noticed the gem falling onto the floor with a thud, no cracks. She had not meant to but it had just happened. She heard a noise and panicked so she summoned one of her maces and swung it around rapidly. Now, she was crying and screaming, having her hands cover her eyes.

"What did you do?" Jasper had asked from behind her.

"Um... um..." Heliotrope stuttered.

"I hope you know sending somebody into their gem inside a town not in war is against the law. Destroying them gem is a death sentence," Jade said calmly as she picked up the gem and observed it.

"B-but I didn't mean too..." Heliotrope cried.

"Now now." Hemimorphite stood behind Heliotrope, outstretching his arms. "You shouldn't be so hard on a lady, it wasn't her fault. She was just panicked is all, nobody really comes to these backroads unless their danger."

Heliotrope turned to see Hemimorphite.

"T-thank you H-Hemi..." Heliotrope said.

"Ah young love. How blinding it is," Jasper said.

"And what of it?" Hemimorphite said as he gently pecked Heliotrope on the lips. Heliotrope giggled. "Anyway, doesn't your boss have a job for us? You have yet to tell us what it is."

Jasper sighed.

"Simple, capture the prince and kill all who kidnapped him," Jasper said.

"Kidnapped? You mean the gems he hired to work under him?" This caught Jasper by surprise. "He cares for them, evident when Heliotrope and I saw him crying over one of them. If he had hated them so much he wouldn't have retreated with them, crying over the injury of one."

"I see your point," Jasper said. "But still this is our job, we get paid and he wants us all for our skills."

"Alexandrite."

"What?" Jasper turned to Jade who had the gem near her eye.

"This is an Alexandrite," Jade said as she casually tossed it to Jasper. "Last time I heard, an Alexandrite is working as a spy."

...

A boy drenched in warm blood. The blood had just been in someone's body just a few seconds earlier. Another man added to the count, his back slashed. One politician, another few to go. He had been hired to kill this man for the opposing team but it's not like anybody outside of himself and his sister will know.

He had not heard from his sister at all. In the dark and quiet of the small hotel bedroom he had heard nothing. There was nothing but the static silence and that bothered him. It's not like his sister would constantly chatter but his sister would at least say something useful. Was there really nobody coming to his room to discuss politics?

He sighed, putting the falchion away within his gem located on his collarbone. Blood had smeared his beloved blade but he didn't worry, it will cleanse itself. He himself was covered in blood, he didn't like that. He couldn't leave like this.

He had removed almost of his clothing, his shirt, shoes, pants. All that remained wear his simple briefs, clean. Should he take a shower? He pondered this. If he were then he should tell his sister so that she would know why he won't be replying for about twenty minutes.

He had told her through the headset connected to his ear. No response. Should he worry? Should he forget it? He tried to brush it off as he removed his briefs, revealing his entire self. He looked down to the politician. He was reminded of how evil this man was and how much he wanted to kill him. He traced a hand down his lower parts. He shuddered, the memories coming back to him making himself cry. No, he mustn't cry. He had achieved his victory against this man.

He had grabbed clothes from a carry on. They were that wretched man's clothing, the scent of him still being alive lingered onto it. It was rather disgusting and he hated it, especially when the scent lingered onto him at times. He was sure that his blade was to smell like him too. He had cried and stabbed and stabbed and slashed the man to bits. His fingers must smell like him too, he had ripped his eyes out and threw it on the floor. He wanted to rip his fingers off but this might require him retreating into his gem.

He looked back to the man, his face emotionless.

"How good does it feel? My naked body upon you like you always loved. My innocence, ripped away. You lay before me, dead by my naked body. I had broken your gem, you shall stand no longer." He bent his legs down to the man's face, making sure his lower region was right in his dead face. "Does this feel good? Do you still crave me? Do you still crave to hurt me?" Silence. "I know you are not dead yet but you will not attack. You cannot retreat, you are cracked. You have no idea how much I would like to shove myself inside of you, have you choking. How much I want to take you down there, violate you, break you until you are nothing. Understand me not. I do not want to leave evidence. I will not, but." He bent over, gripping onto the gem's head and whispered into his ear. "I hope you feel yourself slowly dying. It turns me on, you sick twisted piece of shit."

He had stood, kicking the man's head. He heard the sound of muffled pain and screaming. His vocal cords were harsh from a violent ripping. This had caused him to feel euphoria. No, he must not take any sexual advances. He must not be reminded. He was only here for a job, he must not make this personal. He knew this and yet... He had reached his hand down himself and had taken grip. His free hand grabbed his wrist. He mustn't! He mustn't! But...

"Oh looks like we came at a bad time. Some kiddie's trying to do some M rated stuff in a T rated fanfiction!"

He looked up. Two girls, both doused in fresh blood. One was a pale blue with a blue braid and the other was a yellow with a blonde braid. He recognized one of them, the blue one. She was a cocky mistress who caused problems for his sister and himself. His sister didn't really liked her but she'd never tell. Even so, he can tell. There was a way she acted toward her that wasn't like how she acted toward him. Maybe it was his imagination though.

Knowing that, should he speak? What should he say?

"Are you seriously playing the silent game? Don't go staring at me just because I came in at the wrong time! Speak! Speak!"

An invitation. Was it a good one or a bad one? Should he question it? Should he question her? Her sister was supposed to be on lookout, making sure no one came in when he killed. Where was his sister anyway? Was she killed by them? Should he asked them that? No, too direct. He should lead into it.

"Who is the girl next to you?" he asked.

"A slave of mine, Citrine," Aquamarine said as she gestured towarded the gem of yellow. "Now speaking of gems, where is your sister? We haven't seen her yet. Isn't she always with you after your reunion?"

They haven't seen her? Does this mean that they didn't kill her? He wondered.

"So anyway, I came to ask of a formality," Aquamarine said.

"A formality of what?" he asked.

He had his guard up for this woman. He sensed her as great danger of many enemies. He had not trusted her or the girl next to her.

"Join us."

Join them? Why? Was there any reason why they would ask of him to join? He and his sister out of all gems? They weren't really the type to work with others that aren't each other. He backed away, scared. He felt the bed bump into his calves. He allowed his bottom to land gently onto the cold blanket. A breeze blew onto his lower region as he continuously stared at the dead man below him.

"May I ask why?" he asked coldly.

"Because I know you two don't keep secrets. I know you two are pretty damn loyal. I need you two. Plus, I like both of you despite you two both hating me. Besides, you guys aren't the worst gems I ever met," she said, somehow retaining her regal air within her stance and voice.

He looked up to the two women, a tear in the corner of his eye. Citrine's gaze softened but Aquamarine remained cocky.

"Fine," he said. "But first help me find some clothes." He looked down to the body, poking it with his foot. "Get rid of this body as well."

"Of course Alexandrite."

"Please, call me Xander. Saying Alexandrite will confuse my sister and I."

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AN: I'm sorry but I tweaked Xander ;-; Please forgive me! I know I'll end up messing a character or two at one point! I'm sorry... But I hope you enjoyed this update! I might update again this week :) I dunno! SYOC is still open so for those just reading, feel free to send me a character of your own!