Disclaimer: If this belonged to either of us, we would be working on Bloodhound. Not this...whatever it is...
A/N: Buggy (and Lioness) would like to ask the readers to REVIEW. It makes us very sad when nobody reviews...
Beka was walking down the street, when behold a rabid King Roger popped out from behind the Cages and attacked. With a shrill cry he launched forward perfectly manicured nails extended. Mercilessly he tickled Beka to DEATH!!!
A/N: HAHAHAHAHA- fooled you; we bet you thought that we wouldn't add somebody else too. Did you?
It was a quiet day in the non-rabid reign of King Roger (before aforementioned tickling attack) when our dear, mischievous Piper was murdered in lukewarm blood. In fact it may surprise you to find that his own lady-love was responsible for the heinous crime.
Beka, Rosto, Aniki and Kora's days together had slowly become the same humdrum times. They would all show up to Beka's (and Rosto's) room for breakfast, then they would spend the rest of the day together talking of a manner of all sorts of things. It was on one such of these days that Rosto got out his pipe and decided to entertain all of them with not only his good looks, but charming accoutrements.
Beka up until this very moment had been keeping a secret to herself. A tiny one at the moment, but something that would become progressively bigger as time went on. Unbeknownst to her laddybuck she would decide to spring the news to him this very year, month, day, hour, minute, second, moment. "Rosto you loveable playboy (that's right they had playboy magazine back then) I have a surprise for you." Rosto who was used to and impervious to most surprises kept on playing nonchalantly. "You see due to matters that I couldn't-actually I probably could have prevented…I'm pregnant."
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhha."
Mind you it wasn't the most eloquent response, but hey the dude was playing a flute. Sadly it was the only response our single mother would be getting.
Rosto collapsed from the chair he had been sitting in and died right there on the floor. But before he died he left a message, nigh indiscernible thanks to the pipe caught in his throat/larynx thingy. Beka, Kora and Aniki said in perfect unison: "Curse your incurable fear of responsibility." Followed by a long drawn out silence of grief for a fallen comrade in…whatever he was…at the moment…yeah.