UGH, I might be slower on updates now, this laptop is acting all CRAPPY, it REALLY pisses me off. So, I don't get on as much, I only went on here because I absolutely HAD too, that if I went one more day without going on this thing, I'll be overloaded with messages, and I'm gonna try to update at least once every time I get on, so be forgiving, alright, guys? You get it?
I'm sorry...I'll try, I really will.
Disclaimer: I've been through this, I DON'T OWN ZATCH BELL, MAKOTO RAIKU OWNS ALL.
Zeno peeked out of the hole again, it was a truly magnificent looking place.
It looked a lot like a castle. It was grey, were stone tablets building the whole thing, it had a gate, like an old fashioned school.
They had walked right through the gate, it had opened as they began walking to it. It had a golden shine to it, and it glinted in the afternoon sun. "Err, we going in there?" Zeno asked, obviously knowing the answer, but he felt very, very...nervous, about going in there. "You're so going to die tonight." Zeno chuckled.
Once they were inside, Zeno was spilled out on the floor, he instantly scrambled away from the bag, not wanting to be put back inside the stupid rag.
"You're not going back in there, trust me." Tyler muttered. Now that Zeno had a full view of this wolf, he could get a good appearance.
He was huge, that's for sure, and he had dark, tree trunk brown eyes, and a tan furred body, with streaks of darker tan here and there, his tail was long, and the entire thing was chocolate brown.
He was a nice looking...thing, whatever you wanted to call him.
The albino stood up, looking around, they were in a large room, big enough to hold a LOT of people, in fact, it did.
What seemed like a million mamodo were trembling, trying to huddle in a corner, but since they all wanted one corner, they seemed to take up the whole room instead. Most of the mamodo he didn't recognize, one had spiky blue hair, and rugged and torn clothes.
Another was bored looking, and wore what looked like a dress of leaves.
Okay, that's weird.
I know what you're thinking, it's NOT a dress, it's a frikin' mantle. Got it?
Boys don't wear dresses, but apparantly this one did.
Then Zeno heard a familiar and hated voice. "Zeno! Or...Zatch? Which one are you?"
A pink haired, bright eyed little girl pushed through the shaking crowd.
Tia.
Ugh. Zeno hated Tia, she was annoying, and very close to Zatch. So close in fact, Zeno wondered about them sometimes.
Tia ran forward, then stopped instantly. "You're NOT Zatch, the opposite of him, actually." She growled in disgust.
The pale, purple eyed mamodo felt a surge of adrenaline and anger. "You think I'm lower than that piece of garbage? I'll kill you in your sleep tonight!" Zeno snarled.
The snarl didn't faze Tia. "Whatever, I hate you, you're so cruel and sadistic.."
Zeno was about to snap a rude comeback, but was interuppted by his mantle being lifted up, taking him with it. "Gah! Hey! Put me down, you idiot! I'm not some toy! Do I look like some kind of puppet to you?"
Tyler froze.
Zeno sweatdropped. "Don't answer that."