Chapter 7: Toffee?

After explaining the situation to Marco Star came back lied down in bed and would have fallen asleep if not for her looking up to see three floating men in her room and a jumping coffin, covered in more chains than she could bother to count. Marco was still in his room. She looked over to him and said, "I think I get why Jackie couldn't sleep."

"You wanna sleep in my bed?"

"M-Marco... I-I-I couldn't... I mean... you and Jackie... and-and-and-"

"No I mean you sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

Both of their faces were red and the room was silent until the sound of a book hitting the floor caught their attention. Looking down they saw the tenth volume of Kouta Hirano's "Hellsing" lying on the floor next to a pile of books and quite a few playing cards lying about. Marco picked up a volume of Rosario + vampire and opened it to the page, bookmarked with a six of clubs, and saw the girl with her uniform being torn off by the monster. He immediately shut the book and yelled, "what kind of sadistic paedophilia are you reading?!"

"First, the legal age in Japan is thirteen, second the monster who tore her clothes off dies in the end, and third if you wanted to be chivalrous you could have offered to let me spend the night in your room so the lady can sleep in her own bed and not have to picture the two of you in a very compromising situation your parents would have undoubtedly overheard."

"What does Japan have to do with this?"

"So much more that you could care to understand"

Star picked up a volume of "Nichijou" and opened it. She started reading it and Marco walked up to her and said, "uh Star, I think you're reading it backwards." She closed the book looked at the other side and said, "no the book summary in on this side, remember back when you brought me my first earth book and told me the summary is always on the back."

"Does that mean the book is backwards?"

"Your books are backwards this is the first book I've been able to read normally since I got here.*yawn* but I should probably get some sleep... right he's still here." Marco motioned to the door and Star looked at the floating sighed and left after picking up their books and setting them on a desk Star didn't know she had. Marco was about to close the door when he heard her say, "wait!" He turned back to face her, what about him." The coffin jumped again for the man inside knew he was being addressed, "He's not going, it would have been pointless for them to put him in there." A faint sobbing could be heard followed by the sound of bubbles in a bottle. Marco approached the sound and found a new copy of their house guest clad in Orange, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of tequila. Marco quickly covered his nose as the smell of a thousand breweries hit him like a freight train. "Can you help us move the coffin?"

"*finished bottle*who*resumes sobbing*me?*continues taking between sobs*I'm no good for anything. I forgot to bring my wife. I didn't pack enough drinks. And that was my last bottle." As he finished his words became unintelligible and indifference walked in and said, "aww damn it. Who invited Sorrow?" (I know people often complain when I use a script format but for decency's sake, I'll do it and if nothing else to not have you read me trying to come up with different ways of saying, "then he/she responded with")

R: Joy!

J: Hey don't blame it on me it was Pity's idea

I: He'll get here just wait

MD: Who's Pity?

P: Only the best bartender you'll ever meet.

S: Pity! I'm out of booze!

P: Don't worry I never run out.*pulls flask out of jacket*

S: Thank you Pity.*still sobbing*

SB: I am very tired the sooner you get that coffin out of my room the better

M: (muffled)DEATH!*makes coffin fall on its face*

Indifference picked up the white box and left, Pity and Sorrow in toe, and Marco close the door. Star went to sleep and Marco led the three into his room before grabbing his pillow and blankets and leaving for the couch. He didn't count on them following him.

MD: What do you want.

R: You never gave us your permission to go about your house attended.

MD: You can have it now leave me alone.

I: You wouldn't want us going where we don't belong.

MD: Fine you're not allowed in Star's room until morning.

J: Let's go back to her room at one one ad-meridian.

MD: What?

P: He means one AM

MD: No I got that. Still though why?

I: You said in the morning. The morning starts at twelve O' one.

MD: Let me sleep.

J: Back to Jackie's!

I: Agreed

MD: Wait no(from now on I'll only use script format when multiple people are taking sound good?)

The group dissolved into the floor and arrived in Jackie's room as one man clad in black carrying an empty white coffin. She was already asleep and naked to boot.

The next morning Jackie woke up, jumped out of bed stretched, smiled, got dressed and, unfortunately, looked up. Upon seeing him she screamed and ran back to Marco's house. She knocked on the door and was greeted with the same face she saw in her room just five minutes prior. She quickly called down thinking her overactive imagination saw him in her room again after she'd already "fixed" her problem. She would have left of he hadn't already invited her in, in a way that showed her Marco asleep on the couch. She slowly approached him and looked back to see that he had left and the door was closed. She cheered internally and slowly slid his hand up her shirt and woke him up saying, "Marco, what are you doing?" He drowsily lifted his heavy lids as he forced back the sleep that so invitingly called his name, to find a blushing Jackie. He then noticed a soft mass of a texture so unfamiliar to him he made the wrong choice and squeezed to Jackie's surprise. Her face turned red as an unintentional squeak made its way past her parted lips before her hand could sit up to cover her mouth, "don't be so rough, they're sensitive." The peculiarity of her sentence slowly began to make sense and as realisation set in he slowly let go, slack jaw and blushing a brighter red than a certain special fruit(too easy to just say tomato) removed his hand from her shirt and his beneath his blanket. Slapping himself in the face he told himself, "it's just a dream. It's not real. Just wake up already!"

"It's rude to tell a girl her boobs are fake you know."

"Wake up. Wake up!"

"I'll prove you're awake," she said leaning over him. She pulled his blanket down just far enough to nibble on his ear. "It's not real." She bit down hard enough for him to stop and she let go to whisper, "I thought I told you it's rude to tell a girl her boobs are fake. And you've felt them. They're real" she placed his hands back on her mammaries "implants are hard. Now apologise"

"But I-I wasn't t-t-talking about your-your-your..."

"Yeah I know I'm just fucking with you."

"language" came a voice from the kitchen. Marco got up, walked to the kitchen and found Indifference cooking with Pity(dressed in purple) their hands were a blur and before they could say, "hi" breakfast was served. Marco's parents were already seated, they made short work of their huevos rancheros. Marco was going to ask why when he said, "what kind of a house guest would I be if I didn't help out any way I could." As he poured their coffee he revived praise on his culinary skills gave them the recipe and took a seat at the table and ate with them. "Don't worry I made enough for everyone. I can see the future."

"Hijo, come, sit, he only added one Chilé and this salsa is amazing."

"Ghost pepper." Marco shrugged and sat down followed by Jackie then Star.

I: So Start, we should probably go back to Ludo's castle.

SB: Why?

I: I might have accidentally made those monsters immortal.

MD: Wait, what?

SB: I thought you killed them

MD: WAIT, WHAT?!

I: More like tortured. With my blood in them they've probably healed by now... or are currently screaming in unending pain.

JT: You can do that?

P: Such a shame. I hope they're ok.

I: Hope is all you have Pity

SB: What happens is what we don't go back?

I: Ludo gets minions who have the potential to be almost as frightening as me... they'll never be as frightening as Righteous, though.

MD: You mean the guy who put the red guy in the coffin.

I: The very same.

AD: Hijo what kind of adventures have you been having with our angel friend here?

SB: He looked more like a demon last night.

I: That was just Malice. Think of him as the angel of death. A very trigger happy angel of death. You know he's actually an amalgamation of four short tempered versions of me.

RD: That... needs context

I: My emotions can take physical form.

MD: I thought your name was Indifference.

I: I don't have a name.

MD: How does that work

I: You have to be blackout drunk to understand and you're not old enough

After breakfast, they stepped outside for one second and a portal opened up. The second his green head through, Indifference grabbed it and forced it back saying, "no, no, none of that. Shame on you." When he tried to come out again a single bullet blew his legs off and Indifference closed the portal.

Afterword: I'm no good with titles