-Catgirl-of-Bavaria-: WOW I am tired…I guess that sort of thing happens when you don't sleep for nearly 18 hours…XD Between all the reading and drawing and throwing newspapers in the morning on Sunday(which I hate doing with a passion…) I've barely slept in the last 18 hours…Probably not good for me. So, I just thought I'd get this up and out to the world before I literally fall out of my chair for passing out. So, here we go, I'll begin with some thank you's to the reviews!
Crazyvegimab: Oh, yes, 'Bonds', I have been keeping up on that, I likes it so far! I should really start reviewing more stories again…Anyway, Thanks for the compliment on the portal idea, as well as the other little ideas I had. I was thinking the same thing about the prince having interplanetary knowledge, but I was figuring that, seeing as how they aren't a technological race, they probably wouldn't have any shuttles or something like that…Even if they did, I don't think it would have been compatible with the situation he was in to go off and find the next ship for Earth. An explanation of said situation is here now in the form of an update:D
Spellcaster Hikaru: lol.:ish glomped:.I totally agree; we should totally lock those two up together, see what happens. .:shifty eyes:. And yep, the Crogs' eyes have ruined their reputation. After seeing some rather side-splitting pictures on DeviantArt, I don't think that I'd be able to take 'em seriously either! They're kind of cute when they're not, you know, trying to kill one of the other racers, gloating about their conquests, and towering menacingly above you due to their height …XD And I loved the line in the show, during the whole floating bunny scene where Eva says "I was trying to find Jordan a friend," that whole scene cracked me up…XD
Shrouded View: 0.0 Wow, I'm honored! And I do feel the fandom…and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy! X3 You guys really are too good to me! Here's the update, enjoy! Thank you so much!
DBZ angel: Ah, video games, they're wonderful, no? Never played Diablo 3…for the PC, right? My little machine is a hunk of junk D lol…And all I can say about Aikka's gift is, we shall see…no spoilers shall I speak .:zips the lip:. :)
Sekai Nerah: And I am glad to hear my work is being enjoyed:) My personal favorite was when she insisted that she do it for him; the image of his reaction in my head was just priceless! Lol, here's the next bit for you!
DramaQueen of the Moon: And Thank you for the great review! .:Bows, Aikka-style:.
Star Fata: Thank you, and it's all good, being an avid A/M fan, there are also some J/M fics that catch my fancy as well, I totally know what you mean. Thanks again! Enjoy the update:)
Crystal Persian: Long live Aikka/Molly fluffiness!! Thank you and here's the new chapter!
Frubaforever: Here it is, and thank you for your reviews! X3
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--Chapter 5--
Visions of the Vengeful
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The silver moonlight that poured into the hospital that night found the foreign prince Aikka in a bit of a struggle for comfort. This was to be expected, given not only his injuries, but the events that had caused those injuries. His tumultuous sleep was only hindered by his involuntary restraints that kept him from upsetting his remaining wounds anymore. Nonetheless, the prince couldn't help but toss and turn within his limits.
And his dreams weren't so much nightmares as they were visions of what had already happened;
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He had been dropping off to sleep when it happened; a great rumbling that shook the entire palace brought him straight out of whatever sleep he was about to enter. Sitting suddenly bolt upright, he could hear the panicked cries from hallways away from his chambers, and light suddenly flashed in from the windows. Pulling the covers away from his legs in a hurry and grabbing his dagger instinctively from his bedside table, Aikka ran to see out those windows, finding a terrifying sight.
Crog ships, not unlike the ones that both Colonel Toros and General Kross had used in the races, were lined up before the palace, terrorizing the establishment with lasers. Some even resorted to terrorizing the city below. In the sky above, there was a harsh red glow, which could only signify that there was a Crog army at the Nourasian's door.
"No…" Aikka murmured, finding himself transfixed as the chaos continued. He suddenly grew angry, not only at the destruction of his kingdom, but at the destruction of a sort of truce between Nourasians and Crogs since the race of Oban. Though he knew he shouldn't have expected much of them; they were the Crogs, of course. "Those lying bastards!" he shouted to no one, before gasping to notice a certain flash of lasers' destination.
Aikka managed to leap away from the window just in time as the lights cut through the stone of his outer walls, as well as his windows, but found his room to be a sudden location of a rockslide, or so it seemed.
Lifting his head from the shelter of his arms, that were now scratched and torn from taking the hits of the falling rubble, Aikka peered at the damage as the lasers continued elsewhere. Thankfully, his wardrobe had not been hit; the wardrobe where he kept not only his clothes, but his enchanted bow and arrows. He jolted himself out of his position among the rubble, and stumbled over all of it that filled his room.
Reaching his wardrobe without too much trouble, the prince swung open the doors, finding his weaponry ready for battle, as well as his shoulder and chest guards. He drug all that out onto the floor, and went immediately for a shirt, finding his preferred outfit, the sleeveless number; simple and quick to get into. He tossed it on over his bare chest, and wrapped his belt around his waist, his armor onto his torso, and wasted no time in attaching his dagger and his quiver of arrows to these articles. Finally grabbing an arrow out of his quiver and grabbing his bow, he was ready for combat; he didn't bother with the fact that he had his sleeping trousers on and an absence of shoes, nor did he even try to trouble with his hair that was currently free underneath his headpiece and a bit sleep-mussed.
"Well, well, the prince is already up, it seems," A deep, and terrifyingly familiar voice sounded from behind the prince.
Aikka turned swiftly, the arrow in his hand already being set on the string of his bow. He aimed with his blue eyes at the Crog who now stood upon all the rubble in his chambers, glaring down at the Nourasian heir through eyes that were no more than narrow slits, carrying in his large hand a sword.
"Kross." Aikka growled, only steadying his aim on the Crog's general. "Losing a race seems to me a poor excuse for bringing an attack to my kingdom," Aikka pulled his arrow back a little more on his bow; One wrong move from Kross, and he would feel the sting of Nourasian magic. Kross simply laughed; it was a deep, hollow sound to the prince.
"That is only a part in the reason I have led my troops here in this surprise attack, Aikka." Kross told the Nourasian, taking a few steps forward on the stone rubble laying at his feet. Aikka took a matching step back, not taking his eyes off the Crog. "I am personally here, because a certain prince did not keep his word. Not only that, but he had the gall to escape with his life after being shot down in the final race!" Aikka sensed Kross growing more indignant with each word. So, this was a battle for revenge.
"Why involve my people in a vendetta against me, Kross?" Aikka shouted at him. "This fight of yours is quite obviously with me, you would do well to leave them out of this!" Kross laughed at the young Nourasian again.
"Have you never heard the phrase, 'all is fair in love and war,' prince?" Kross's eye narrowed again, and his voice suddenly grew hushed. "However, perhaps you are right; it was not your people who coaxed you onto the wrong side during that race,"
Aikka knew there was more chaos ensuing outside his room, but suddenly everything of the sense was lost to him. He couldn't possibly mean…
"What are you talking about?" Aikka growled, deciding to bite, for now. Kross simply laughed that terrible laugh again. His unscarred eye looked to the prince as nothing more than a thin yellow line.
"You don't know? Perhaps you aren't as clever as your father prided you as being," Aikka growled impatiently; he had to know, he had to confirm his fears, be it for better or worse. "That human girl, the pilot from Earth; you were too close to her during the race in its entirety. If you hadn't formed a relationship with her, you would have kept your alliance to the Crogs, and the Earth team would have been eliminated far before the races on Oban. You would not have the anger of the Crogs riding on your shoulders, nor the shoulders of your people, and I would have claimed the Ultimate Prize for myself."
"Even if the Earth team and I had not rallied together, I alone would never have let you claim the Avatar's throne, for the good of the entire galaxy!" Aikka threw back brazenly, earning a growl from Kross. His sword suddenly shifted in his hand, and the other, free hand suddenly flew across Aikka's vision, knocking his bow and arrow effortlessly away. The prince whipped his dagger from his sheath just in time to block the downward swing of the large Crog blade, though it proved immediately to be a formidable weapon to be up against, much more when it was wielded by its Crog owner. While Aikka struggled to keep the blade away from him, Kross glared down at him.
"I thought I'd leave you alive long enough to torture you with this information, young prince, but I think I'd rather kill you now for your shameless impudence." Kross growled, pressing his blade ever harder onto the prince's dagger, feeling the Nourasian start to buckle beneath the force. Yellow, menacing eyes met Aikka's fiery blue ones, and the Crog inwardly grinned. "I'll let you take this information to your grave; Your little Princess is next, Aikka."
Aikka's eyes flashed with something, and Kross was delighted to see it as fear. Then the fear gave way to fury. No, he would never let Kross hurt her, he'd kill him long before he got the chance. He suddenly pushed back against the Crog with more strength than ever before, and was able to free himself, only to have Kross's sword come back again, this time meeting his shoulder, with hard enough of a swing to cut through his armor. Wincing, but ignoring his wound for now, he dove for his bow and arrow, still discarded due to Kross. Before the Crog could catch up with the agile Nourasian, the arrow was set upon the string once more, and Aikka was chanting his prayer. Blue ribbons of light appeared, absorbing quickly into the glowing blue tip of the arrow.
"Un sekai narama kubaara!" The prince let his arrow sail away through the blue ring and the iridescent light the incantation had created, and watched it intently as it collided with Kross in the torso, sending him straight back and into an already crumbling wall of his room. Aikka leapt backwards as the ceiling collapsed with the wall, all of the rubble landing on Kross himself.
Aikka grinned to himself through his injury, though he knew it would take much more than that to take down the Crog general. Nonetheless, it would do for now, he needed to get out of there, or be killed before he could do anything for Molly. There was no way he was going to let the Crogs get to her first. And so, sheathing his dagger and readying another arrow, the prince took to the hallways, finding them clouded with dust from all of the chaotic attacks. Some servants ran here and there, but Aikka was relieved to not find any more Crogs wondering around, at least not yet.
He headed down a certain series of hallways, suddenly glad that the library was so close to his room. He entered with little problem, and found the cavernous room to be untouched as of yet by the invasion. In the middle of the room stood a podium, supporting a glowing blue orb marked in Nourasian runes. Looking around as he went, arrow still prepped and on his bow, Aikka strode to the orb, and reluctantly took a hand off his weapon in favor of placing it onto the orb.
"Search for interplanetary travel," He told the sphere quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear.
Beneath his hand, the orb began to swirl mistily, in search of a proper spell to aid him. After giving him some useless results discussing the other-worldly development of space travel devices, such as shuttles, ships and whatever other things of the subject that were of no use to him in the present situation, it summoned a spell book, one he hadn't yet read in his studies. The pages began flipping quickly before him, and landed on one page, one page that the prince took no hesitance in reading from top to bottom.
"Yes, this will do," Aikka said to no one, as he reread it, taking it in to his memory. The book seemed to disappear back to whence it came with his words, in a glimmering blue light.
When he emerged from the library, his arrow was poised again, which he found was a good thing; though the corridor outside had been rather uneventful on his way in, now that was not the case. Fellow Nourasians, undoubtedly resident guards, servants and maids even, fled from the end of the hall that Aikka sensed as the main area of damage. Looking that way now, he saw a small group of Crogs, each equipped with those swords, and some with blades equipped to their arms as well.
Standing into the line with some guards, he readied another arrow along with the one already in his hand.
"Aim for the first's chest!" He commanded the line of Nourasians with him, before chanting his spell along with them. He watched as all of the arrows flew true to the first Crog, all of them hitting him square in the chest, and sending him even further back than Kross had, and into his companions along the way.
The guards now took over, telling the prince to find safety as Aikka began down the hallway behind them. He bade them luck, but did not head for safety; He was going to Earth, even if he had to fight through an army of Crogs to do it. He only needed G'dar, and everything could be in motion…
As he tore down the west wing stairs, Aikka noted that the area seemed to be untouched, as of yet. He suddenly wondered, though, where and how his parents were, and if they had gotten to safety. Their chambers being on the other side of the current Crog occupation, Aikka didn't dare stray from his Earthbound path to find them. They did have many a guard ready in the event of an attack, but he still couldn't say for sure if he thought them safe. He didn't have too much time to dwell on this, however, as a hum to his right caught his attention as he came off the last step in the loosely spiraling stairwell.
Aikka let out a cry as he felt it slice through his side, searing into his flesh as it went. It was probably one of the single-worst physical sensation that he had ever experienced. He saw blood now, more blood than had come from his shoulder back with Kross, and he could nearly smell the scent of singed flesh and linen. He somehow managed to keep a hold on his bow, but his readied arrow was abandoned by his left hand in favor of the new wound that curved around the side of his abdomen. He managed to plow on past the bottom of the stairs, due to his momentum, but came to rest on his knees. Looking back at his attacker, he feared to see Kross once more. Instead, he found a different Crog, with a similar sword raised, and glowing yellow, a sign of the Crogs' real power having been activated. The blood on that part of the blade that was pure energy, seemed to nearly boil with the heat and evaporate with a deep hiss. Watching this proudly, were the narrowed eyes of Toros, former colonel of the Crog Imperium.
Aikka struggled to calm his body as it flustered from the attack, watching as Toros continued viewing the dissipating, hissing blood on his sword as if it were the most intriguing thing in the galaxy.
"It has been too long, Prince Aikka," Toros hissed along with his sword. "Too long have I been ousted from my rightful place in the Crog ranks, and too long have I not had my revenge for my loss!"
"Do not blame me if you could not win a simple race, Toros!" Aikka yelled back, biting back the pain fleeting through him. At that, the energized sword took another swing towards the prince, this time in a downward fashion.
Aikka managed to dodge it just in time, though the corner hem of his night pants was not quite so lucky. Still, the sword was now wedged into the stone ground, and that gave Aikka a lead. A meager one, but one he decided to take nonetheless.
Toros growled as he tried tugging his sword from the ground, finding the prince fleeing.
"Do as you are told for once, Nourasian, and accept your retribution!" Aikka heard the angered Crog behind him shout. He suddenly turned about, finding the large alien close to winning the fight with his blade. When Toros got it free, he'd likely pursue the prince, and Aikka, in turn, was in no condition to outrun him, fast though he was. A full grown Crog was a chore to outrun when one was in perfect condition anyway. There had to be a way to buy time.
Aikka recalled that the walls of his chamber had provided a worthy block from Kross, and calculated the scenario into his surroundings; the stone ceiling seemed, though far from the main conflict, a bit cracked and affected nonetheless, and there was enough ornamental, stone dressings on the wall to aid his cause. There was even a thick support beam placed well; near Toros himself and supporting the stairs. Even the stairs themselves were made of stone. Aikka had plenty of stone to work with. Though it'd mean more destruction of his palace, possibly even a collapse of the west end of the entire place. Still, the destruction of a rebuildable building was far beyond preferable to the prince than the destruction of one of his greatest friends. He never thought twice before sending this time a triple shot into the ceiling, wall and support beam.
Toros freed his blade just in time to notice the spiderweb of jolting cracks forming on all sides of the hallway, results of Aikka's burst shots. Rock started to fall around him as he caught Aikka's look, a solid glare of blue. He was hunched slightly over, blood pooling in his palm and trailing through his fingers at his side, but his face remained steel under the layer of sweat beads.
"You foolish Nourasian, you think this will stop me?" Toros's eyes seemed to slant slightly upward, as if in amusement, as he then proceeded to slice through some rock with his blade.
Aikka moved away from the advancing Crog, taking calculating steps. He knew this was going to stop him, if only for a while. The creators had smiled on him in this case, and the cracks in the ceiling seemed to form to his exact hopes. Taking a glance to the vaulted ceiling above, the cracks were giving way, and even the carved support beam of the stairs was crumbling perfectly towards Toros.
The wall opposite the stairs went first, and took the ceiling with it, accordingly. Toros hadn't even the time to notice the largest mass of stone dropping almost directly above him, for the vendetta that drove him closer to Aikka. Aikka stood stark in his spot, letting Toros bait himself into the prince's trap.
Aikka finally stepped back, as Toros's charging figure was overtaken by a stone chunk from the ceiling and a great cloud of dust. Coughing a bit to regain himself from that cloud, Aikka saw his plan was successful; Toros was lost under not only the large boulder from the ceiling, but from the beam that was crumbling down as well. The rocks gave a slight shift, but nothing emerged.
Aikka would have gave a sigh of relief, if the hallway around him hadn't decided to keep crumbling, even moving more towards him, falling around him. And he still had one last stop between himself and G'dar. As a miracle would have it, he was just steps away from the wing's pantry of medicines, strategically placed near the exit to the race stables.
So, dodging the rocks nimbly, only being rocked by a few that brought him bruises, even a jagged cut on his uninjured shoulder, he reached the cabinet, finding both what he needed and a convenient medicine bag. Shoving his target remedy in amongst the other unknown items of healing, Aikka secured the traditional knot fastener and bolted under more rocks that wished him superficial harm, and finally to the broad doors that led onto the bridge that would lead him to his escape.
A shooting pain emanated from his side, and Aikka stumbled rather than walked into the darkened bridge way, finding his view of the ground to be not only hazy, but doubled.
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The white tiled ceiling of the hospital room met Prince Aikka's eyes as he awoke the next morning at dawn, having been drawn out with corresponding pangs from his injury. Though it was not as drastic a pain as it had been in his dream, it had brought him back to Earth with a gasp.
"Molly," Aikka whispered softly after letting his breath catch up with him, after asserting to himself that he was safe, and more importantly, Eva was safe, and she had been warned.
For the moment, everything was fine.
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Eva rose the next day in reasonably high spirits, as would be expected for any girl on her birthday. Today she actually had something to look forward to, she had, not only her father, whom she wanted to celebrate her birthday with for the past ten years, but a group of friends, of some the truest friends she ever had or could ever wish for. They'd all been to Hell and back, and today was her birthday, and they were to be there for it. It almost seemed as if it were a dream.
There was of course, one friend who had especially been to Hell with her, but one who could not come. He undoubtedly had business in the galaxy to attend to.
Eva preferred, though, to not dwell on what was lost, for with coming so close to losing Aikka, she'd been given a bit of a new perspective on things; having come so close to losing him, seeing him and knowing he was there was more like gaining him. She'd been given a blessing to have him there and alive. To say nothing of her father, another gain this year. Eva had plenty to be thankful for, even if there was one attendant missing from her party. Besides, perhaps the Avatar would be sending her well wishes despite not being there; she didn't know how much of a tab he was required to keep on all the planets.
How much of a tab was he keeping on Nourasia, then?
Eva shook her head; war thoughts were for later. She could figure out what could be done for the prince's planet later, but now she had to get herself dressed, and go to check on said prince. So, with that, she rose from her seat on the bed, rubbing out all the sleep from her eyes as she pulled on her skirt.
Her attention then turned to her white uniform top, and she hesitated; it still had Aikka's blood on it. That was no way to attend your birthday party, with one of your best friend's blood spilt on it!
Eva looked around hopelessly, as if there'd be a closet full of her shirts standing around somewhere. Well, there were extra T-shirts in the hangar, and usually they weren't too smudged with oil. So, with that plan in mind, Eva leaned into her bloodstained shirt, only for the sake of presenting herself with decent cover.
She decided to pull on her uniform's over shirt, which had been tied around her waist during the ordeal the previous day and was untouched by the red, and buttoned it up to hide the soiled fabric underneath it. She smiled at her reflection in the dresser mirror, combed through a bit of her hair with her fingers, and headed for the door.
Proceeding into the hallway, bidding a nurse hello and thanks for her bed, she headed next door, giving a solid knock to announce herself to the prince.
"Hey, can I come in?" The door was still open by an inch, so she peeked onto the bed to see if he was there. The bed inside was empty, as far as she could tell.
"You may," Aikka's voice told her from somewhere inside, though Eva knew it wasn't the bed.
Slowly pushing the door inward, she found the Nourasian looking out the window, his hands busy in his hair, wrestling with both his locks and his head piece. Illuminated by the rising sun, the prince turned to her, seeming to wear a halo of light along with his smile. The golden light only seemed to compliment the dark shade of his lithe chest, and it was enough to make Eva stop in her tracks and stare, though she was able to break herself out of it before the prince would notice.
"Uh, great day, isn't it?" Eva said with a grin, coming more into the room and trying not to focus on how the lighting complimented the prince before her.
"Indeed," Aikka nodded while his hand maneuvered his front ponytail to conjoin with the middle, creating a sort of ongoing tail that ran down the frame of his headpiece. Now that his hair was in perspective for her, the more it was confirmed; his hair was definitely longer now. "I must say, Earth does have a vibrant sunrise, it was rather enjoyable to watch."
"Ah, yeah, but some of it is just pollution. It's kind of sad, really. We've had that problem for a while." Eva said with a shrug. Aikka looked at her oddly.
"Pollution? In the air?" he asked her, his hands working in the last of his ponytails.
"Yeah, it comes from our cars, our factories…We've been working on getting rid of it for years, though, and I'm told it isn't as bad as it used to be…" Eva explained. Before she had any chance to go on, however, she saw Aikka wince as he stretched his arm up in the wrong way, though he did a job to hide it. She met his blue eyes with a look that said it all; telling him not to overdo anything. He looked away again, a bit sheepishly, but managed to finish the last part of his hair, letting the end trail down to just meet with his shoulders. He looked back at her when he sensed her gaze on him, and found her to be looking at his hair, taking it in.
"You like my new way of styling, do you?" he told her playfully, watching as she came back with a start. Aikka chuckled at her reaction, and Eva blushed; she did indeed like it. It made him look all the more mature than he had looked back during the races. And the shining auburn tail that hung from the last hole in his headpiece only complimented his image.
"Come on, Dad's probably expecting me at the hangar," Eva decided to say, and she took towards the exit. Aikka paused, and collected his belongings from the cabinet in the corner before following her.
"Ah, Molly," Aikka said suddenly, making the girl turn in the doorway. "I wonder, what happened to my shirt?" He asked her curiously.
"I think they threw it away, it was really…dirty." Eva looked away, hating how much the subject of blood kept coming up. Aikka didn't really look disappointed over the loss of his garment, really, he looked to Eva more like he was thinking. "Come on, I need a new shirt myself, and we got some extra stuff in the hangar," She grabbed the thoughtful prince by the hand, dragging him out into the hallway, to be stopped by a nurse who was quite obviously still astounded with the prince's recovery, having checked in on him earlier in the morning.
"Still, if you have any pain, you should at least rest immediately, Prince! And don't hesitate to come back if you need to!" She gave him a sort of curtsy, and if the prince's escort didn't know better, a blush, as Eva managed to get them out the hall and into the lobby. Great, now the prince had fangirls…
"Thanks for the rooms!" Eva waved to the head nurse on her way out the door, still towing the only half-aware Aikka along. "Oh, good, she's still here,"
Aikka found himself next to Eva, at the bottom of a tall stand, which seemed to him to be bleachers. It seemed also to form a ring, judging by the curvature of the structure. Just down the curve, were some hangars, one dominating the others in its size.
"It's a racing stadium," Eva supplied to him as he continued taking the immense proportions in. Looking at her, he suddenly found her aboard that mini-racer, as it seemed to him. Now looking at it, he knew it wasn't the exact model she had driven on Alwas, and was decorated in designs reminiscent of her former racer. She looked at him expectantly, and then patted the seat behind her. "Well? Get on!"
Aikka looked at her oddly; he hadn't expected this.
"I've never been on such a device," he told her nervously. Eva grinned.
"Yeah, you have. Just yesterday. You were unconscious, though. It should be easier to drive with you behind me rather than in front," she told him with a laugh. Aikka's look of apprehension suddenly turned to amazement.
"You brought me here on this? How could you have managed that?" Eva smiled, and supplied the strategy she had used the previous day, standing oddly on the rocket seat to demonstrate. Aikka regarded her warmly; how lucky he was to have her as a friend.
"So, you getting on, or you walking to my dad's hangar?" Eva pulled him out of his grateful reverie. He nodded a little hesitantly, but mimicked her current seating on it, taking the extending passenger seat. "I'd hang on, if I were you, Aikka," Eva warned, kicking at a pedal to wake the thing up. Aikka obeyed, wrapping his free hand around her waist, with a faint blush, finding it as the only way for him to hang on. She eased forward, but soon zoomed off down the way towards the hangar.
Aikka found the whole experience new; he'd never ridden anything besides the beetles of his home world, mainly G'dar, much less a mechanical object like this. With the momentum he seemed to slip a little away from her, so he compensated, holding her close with one arm while the other clutched his belongings between his chest and her back. Though it was new to him, it wasn't exactly a terrible feeling, riding on this thing, and he actually started to enjoy it after a few seconds of getting used to it. He still had the feeling of wind rushing through his hair that he always had on G'dar, and now Eva's hair seemed to flow behind her as well, tickling his face, giving him a scent that smelt like lavender; and though he didn't know it as lavender, he still enjoyed it being so close to him. The scent actually seemed to take away whatever anxiety had been left over from the recollection he'd had only just earlier.
Before long, though, the ride was over, and they were in front of the hangar. Prince Aikka suddenly found himself wishing for another ride, even as he dismounted.
-Catgirl-of-Bavaria-: Gyah…so tired... the fluffiness, I hope you enjoyed it, though there was less of it this time around. And I also hope my description on Aikka's new hair-do was done well enough…It's one of those things where, I know how it is in my head, but getting out in the right words is a bit harder…I have a drawing of it though! Lol…Maybe I'll someday get it onto DeviantArt, even though I would have to actually take a photo of the drawing itself as I don't have a working scanner…
Oh, yeah, and I was gonna mention, I found the OSR official forum, and I actually registered for it, but I haven't gotten m confirmation email back yet…augh…well, I also found the interview they posted there with Savin-sensei, I was so happy the whole time I read it. T'was very enlightening! And I'm hopin' he goes for a sequel, but that's just me…or maybe a movie-sequel thing…I'm sure I'm not the only one who hasn't had enough of Aikka!
Anyway…More coming soon, don't wonder off too far! Love ya's!