12/8/07- I have been recently in the mood to type. But writer's block has disabled this, therefore I go home with pent up writing disfunction, and nothing to type on. I'd be happy just ranting, but I was in the mood for stories. Anyways… here.

1/6/08- I must say that I hate going to Texas. It's pitiful there. My computer privileges are VERY limited, and I can never take my guitar. So I found a new liking to anime. Never did before, but… now I do.

10/1/08- RANDOMLY feel like updating.

IF IT ALL JUST FITS…

Chapter Theme: Slavery by Spineshank

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Miles approached the counter upon which the sink was in the center of, and started to open the bags and lay everything out. He quietly and with a low voice started talking to Knuckles. "God Dammit Knux. Why are they still here?"

Knuckles kissed Sora and continued to gently scrub a white plate. He talked with the same tone of voice as his dark orange fox ally did. "Almost kicked 'em out. But I had the intention of seeing if they were truly as heartless as you let on they were." This made Miles roll his eyes. "They seriously miss you, dude. And if they don't, they are -extremely- good liars."

Miles finished laying everything out on the counter with a kind of 'whatever' mindset and stuck his hands under the current of water flowing from the sprocket that provided Knuckles with a rinsing substance. This caused a little bit of Miles' dirty hands water to get on Knux's almost clean plate. "You are an asshole, you know that?"

Miles laughed, dried his hands on his shirt, and walked over to the other side of Knuckles to retrieve a plate that had been dried by Sora. He turned his ass around, walked back over to the food, grabbed his share of the order with a glass of water that he had received from Sora during his three step trek to the other side of Knuckles, and started to walk towards the reclining area of the 'garage' (where Hyphen, the girls, and Liatra were).

"Food's here." He said in a nonchalant tone of undesirable uncaring and pride. Odd mix if you ask me. He received a 'no shit?' from Liatra and responding with a quiet 'Fuck You!'

He glanced at the two girls and Hyphen, then over to Liatra, who seemed to have not the slightest intent on moving. Miles sat diagonally across from Arieal, who was on the semi-adjacent couch's arm with a dearly confused look on her face.

I say semi-adjacent because of this. One couch was about six feet from the wall that held the back door, because Miles and Sora hated when they had to move the couch from the wall to retrieve a desired object that had fallen behind it. And eleven feet in front of it was another couch, but not perfectly aligned with the first one. If you sat on the right side of the first couch, the left side of the other one would be eight and five eights feet away. The left side of the first couch and the right side of the second were about eleven and three quarters feet apart.

In other words, un-fucking-even.

The third couch, which Liatra was sitting on, wasn't so much of a couch as a love seat. Barely two people could fit on it. It was in between but to the side of the gap that left nine feet in between the two couches. So basically if you put another couch towards the sink, you'd have a disproportioned triangle. Get it?

Now, about Arieal's face…

Well, after Miles sat down on the un-proportionally aligned couch (or the second one), he began eating his food. This confused Arieal, for she expected an equally fit rage, similar to the one he had expressed thirty or forty minutes ago. She also noted that he said he'd be back in twenty, and took longer. Pointless, but needed. After seeing his not-doing of this rage matter, she spoke up. "Aren't you gonna like… get angry?"

Liatra crossed his arms in a lazy fashion and laid his head against the top of the back of his 'chair'. Miles looked at her with his head down slightly towards his drink, giving his eyes the opportunity to make that eerie evil looking thing. He took a drink, a ten second one, and then lowered his glass. He stared at her in that position for a few more seconds, the room in total silence, before he raised his head more towards her.

"One, don't ask like that. That's basically asking to get bitched at. It's the same thing as going 'aren't you going to rape me?' and then getting raped because you asked, even though the dude had no intention of doing it." Liatra chuckled a bit, still looking up. "And two… no."

Arieal and Amy, as well as Hyphen, looked at Miles with a sort of confused state of mind, not face. Facial expressions played no role at this point in time. Amy then decided to speak. "Why not?"

Miles stopped mid chew, held it there for a few seconds, dropped his taco onto the plate below him (with care, of course), and continued to chew. After swallowing, he looked to her, now visibly frustrated.

"There it goes again. Don't do that. If I wanted to, I would. Maybe I don't feel like it. Maybe or maybe not there's a giant semi in the way of the door so no matter what I say you wouldn't be ABLE to leave. You should be thankful that I said no, and not ask those questions. It's a privilege, not a right." He looked at Hyphen and shook his head in disappointment, then continued to shove his food down his throat. Hyphen stifled back a laugh, which Liatra couldn't quite do.
Knuckles appeared with his food in hand and carelessly plopped down next to Miles. If he had a drink, it would've spilled all over the place.

Amy looked at Tails' slick fur. It was slightly glistening, and wasn't full of dirt or grime- thank God that these were a few of the people here that took showers. He was wearing a grey tank top that was skin tight, so his muscular abdomen features were almost clearly noticeable. He had on dark, dark brown baggy jeans, with a few random rips here and there. He had a thin black bracelet on his right wrist and white sleeves on each arm. His shoes were tan (with random patches of brown leather) with white lining, black laces, and a black logo. The lining at the tip of the tongue was also black.

Knuckles was wearing a black jacket with a blackish blue shirt underneath. Blackish blue because it seemed a very dark blue when exposed to light. He had baggy dark blue jeans on, with some normal looking black and white basketball shoes. He had a watch on his right wrist, and his right eyebrow pierced with a small stone. Of what jewel this was, Amy did not know. On his very front left quill, towards the part where it meets his head, was what looked to be a white piece of cloth, thrown on there for style.

She didn't too much care for Liatra or Sora, and she knew what Hyphen was wearing. Of course she did… she can't deny it, so if she tells you so, don't believe her.

Hyphen got up, stretched very slightly, and announced his parting of ways.

"Why?" Amy asked in a half-whiney tone. Knuckles chuckled.

"Cute." He said under his breath, only to where Miles could hear him; thus making Miles almost choke on his food silently in laughter.

Hyphen chuckled. "I just wanna leave. No need to be here. I've got things I wanna do. Besides, you guys have got some talking to do." Hyphen flashed his index finger from Amy to Arieal to Miles. Miles immediately stopped laughing AND chewing, making Knuckles just about roll onto the floor, and causing a very faint 'Genius…' from Sora, who still was in the kitchen area.

Miles stared at him for a few seconds, looked to Arieal and Amy in that specific sequential order, and then looked at Knuckles to find him still laughing. With one felt swoop he slammed his fist (not gently, but not very hard) into Knux's stomach. This caused him to almost spit his food out; but after a moment of having surprised look on his face, leaning forward, and bubbling his cheeks, he recovered, swallowed, and slapped Miles across the face. This caused the red echidna, Hyphen, and Miles to laugh. They had their own amusing things, which some people just couldn't understand. And Arieal and Amy were a few of those people.

Arieal rubbed her legs in a tad of uncomfortable feeling, when she felt her RTD in her pocket. 'Shit… this thing is off…'

Liatra, eyes still closed (when he closed them we don't know), cocked his head away from everyone and spoke. "Well, Hyphen, tell Brigos to bring… me…"

He was interrupted by Arieal's RTF, which no one but her and Amy knew anything about. She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry…" She hit a button and began to speak. "Yea, Rouge…"

She began to speak, but Miles immediately zoned out. He dropped his food and was next to Arieal with his hand over her mouth almost instantly. "You will NOT say my name. At ANY time. Understood?"

Arieal, a bit shocked, nodded as she felt Miles' hand slip from her mouth. He looked her in the eyes. "Take it outside. I don't want to hear any of this." He turned back to the couch and proceeded towards it as Arieal stared for a tad bit longer and turned to walk towards the door. Hyphen followed.

Liatra looked at Amy. "What was that thing?"

Amy looked at Liatra as she pulled out her own, not bothering to turn it on. "An RTD. Radio Transmission Device. Enables you to talk to people from a di-"

"So we've noticed," Miles interrupted. Amy smiled in embarrassment, for they all saw what they do.

"So… yea. That's basically it."

Miles stared at it for a minute and sighed. "Can I see it?"

Amy looked at him, a bit confused, and frowned. "Uh… sure?"

She wouldn't doubt if he smashed it, so she was a bit scared.

He looked at it from how he was holding it for a bit before turning it over and holding it with both hands. He scanned the back diligently and carefully before turning it to the top, where the buttons were. He noticed a huge, round, red tinted glass that he assumed to be the On/Off indicator. He quickly found the 'On/Off' button, heard a faint static, and after four or five seconds watched as the red light clicked on. Immediately his ears were hammered with Arieal and some unfamiliar person's voice. He cocked an eyebrow and pushed a little button on the top with his other hand, holding it with his free hand's index finger. "Yea, Clyde Davis here. So why in the hell is this thing an utter piece of shit?"

Anyone in the room would have heard Sora, who had recently joined Knuckles in the form of sitting on his lap; Knuckles, and Liatra immediately start laughing. Amy covered her mouth with her hand and gasped, as Rouge gave an honest 'who is that?' from the other end.

Arieal burst in the door, wide eyed and RTD at her side. "What the hell are you doing Miles?"

Miles pushed the button again and stood up. "Yea, so this thing is terrible. The voices sound muffled, it's the size of my arm, and the way you have to talk into it is pitiful. Whoever in the hell made this piece of shit should seriously find a better occupation. Such as chewing gum in Gym class."

The hilarity on the renegades' side continued, and the shock overtaking the Freedom Fighters furthered. Rouge phoned back in. "Erm… I'm sorry… sir, you have no permission to use Freedo-"

"And you're not permitted to judge whether or not I'm a Freedom Fighter. Good day."

He immediately shut the contraption off and threw it on the couch. "I'm gonna borrow these when you're done. They're shit, and I'm tired of looking at them."

Amy raised her hand to protest but was interrupted. "I suggest you don't oppose him. I think he's gonna do them good anyways. Nothing of the smash variety."

Amy lowered her hand.

"Yea… Rouge, I have to go. With friends. Bye." Arieal immediately shut the thing off and handed it to Miles (after walking over to him of course) and stared on after him as he went to the kitchen.

He began to wash his hands as he spoke. "I'll have you know that you're absolutely NOT staying here tonight."

And that's where Amy's heart sunk. And Arieal came to a realization- they needed somewhere to stay.