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Chapter 10

'I'll kill him! I'll kill him I'll kill him I'll kill him…'

This was the most embarrassing thing I had ever had to do in this damned organization! Why me? Why couldn't that snot nosed leader of ours choose someone else?

"Chiro, I swear you look like you belong in one of those delicious model magazines. Well the teen ones at least. You're not sexy enough to be in something like The Manly Needs Mag or," Meaniel chuckled softly, "Extreme Vogue: For the New Women in Town."

I tried as hard as I could to not smack Meaniel upside his face. The jerk was enjoying this too much. Plus I bet he enjoying toying with me now like a huge girl's doll. But this again brought me to my current predicament as my only true friend in this organization began to put in some strange lotion onto my hair. It had a funky smell and since Meaniel was using it definitely couldn't be safe.

"Meaniel, what is that?" I asked curiously as I watched him lather it in my dark black hair. I shivered as I felt its cold inky wetness touch my scalp.

"Oh this?" He asked almost too happily, holding up the bottle for me to see. "This is a super duper hair growth product. I only work with natural hair baby. And you are going to have gorgeous locks!"

'I hate my life sometimes…' I groaned to myself. Hoping against all hope that the universe would provide a scapegoat for the stupid and embarrassing thing I had to do. Unfortunately the universe rarely listens to my wishes.

Balthazar

This was important. And sweet little Chiro would do as I wished. I knew he would. Where would he go without the means to be able to get out of my organization? No where. And even with his skills getting stronger, they were of no use to him if he couldn't get transportation.

Besides, as long as the markings on his precious neck were there I had control over him. I wouldn't want to lose my most important chess piece this early in the game. Now all I had to do was gain his undying loyalty. A feat that will prove difficult to accomplish, but I do have the patience and the time now that the Skeleton King was out of the picture.

Which brings me to my current predicament? The King's Men. Those pathetic bunch of followers that followed that ungodly bunch of bones around the universe. They are of no threat to me and my business; instead they offer plenty of valuable resources that I would like to gain. Most of which included the black arts, but who was I to complain? The arts seem to have become highly valued as of late. They would bring great profit. Not to mention stifle any competition in the northern borders of the Centauri quadrant. But in order to ensure that trade goes on peacefully, I need to make sure that they stay a pathetic bunch of followers with out their God. And what better way to do just that by hiding the person they need to kill in order to bring back evil right underneath their noses? Of course making him turn out to look like a girl had its benefits.

Oh yes. I am brilliant. I will never cease to amaze me.

"My Lord."

I turned my head around slowly already knowing who had called upon my presence. It was my chief chef. He looked as if he had created a masterpiece.

"Yes?" I responded uncaringly.

"The preparations are ready. Our guests will be here any second."

"Thank you." I replied and then stood up from my seat in my office. "You may leave."

"As you wish." He then bowed down heavily and left my domain.

I smiled graciously after he left. The amount of respect and submission from him allowed me to feel empowered.

I love my job.

As I walked down the corridor to go to the extravagant room that was the dinning hall, I made sure to check over my expensive clothes. A good impression was always a plus in this type of situation. I put on my most sincere business smile when I saw our guests in front of the dinning room door and proceeded to greet them. From there we exchanged pleasantries and small chitchat like 'how was the space weather treating you this morning?' As soon as I was sure that no more chitchat was needed I asked if they were ready for dinner. When they all consented I allowed one of my butlers to open the great doors and proceeded to show them to their seats. Of course, my seat was at the end of the table over looking my guests, making sure that they were kept in line during their visit. Hopefully soon my Chikika will join me.

I was not disappointed when I heard the large door being opened and in stepped my most valuable chess piece. Wearing an exquisite piece, if I do say so myself. Meaniel had, of course, out done himself.

The ebony curls that rounded his pale face and flowed down his back flowed effortlessly. His dress was a dark hue of blue, the satin silver silk crisscrossing the bottom and the small train behind him rippled as he continued to walk. But his face was the best part of the entire ensemble. Since I had met him and his team of primates over a year ago he had always had the deepest blues eyes I had ever seen. They also held a source of brightness and harsh electrifying stare especially when he was concentrating or if he was fighting as I'd come to learn when I battled him in Shuggazoom. But since he had joined us they had since grown darker and their depths continued to seize an electrical current of confidence and sometimes even cockiness. It was always a pleasure to see those eyes narrow at me and to see the current vibrantly activate in such a way that many who had been on the negative end of his fists had been shocked into place. Plus thanks to his pale complexion they seemed even larger than normal compared to others and it didn't help that he had an array of delicate lashes to surround them with. Again I must say that Meaniel had done a superb job in applying the makeup and the frilly getup for Chiro.

I made sure as he came to closer to allow myself to 'soften' up my gaze to allow the appearance of fondness. I had to succumb to the vileness I felt at showing any type of weakness as I continued my actions. It was like the feeling of tasting the sourness of a metal mixed in with the repugnant smell of the garbage disposals. A feeling I would like to have as few times as possible. But for the sake of my business I was willing to show weakness, even if it was technically a fake. Later I think I'll take a long bath to wipe myself of this insufferable sentiment.

Chiro

As I walked into the dinning room that just blared over kill, I stared straight at Balthazar. I made sure to walk slowly and as fluidly as possible. As much as I loathed doing anything that Balthazar insists upon, I was not stupid to outright disobey him. Despite being far from my home world, this organization had also become somewhat of a home. I had created my niche and had become a part of everything. Because of that I also had to do what was right for the organization. If it meant going through the most stupid things that had ever come out of Balthazar's snobby mouth then so be it.

As I neared the table though, I was wondering if my own little personal self speech was really worth it since I recognized that Balthazar was putting on a show for his guests. There was no way that he would even dare to half smile like that without practically insulting me to my face. He seemed to sigh a bit before I halted next to his chair and then he began to talk in a soft tone. Not a good sign as thought about what he was going to possibly do.

"Ah, Chikika. Where have you been lately?"

I wanted to gag right then and there. Well, if Balthazar wanted me to play girlfriend then the least I could do was give him a show to remember. Thank God that Meaniel had given me a pill to lower my voice otherwise this would be awkward, not only for me and Balthazar, but also for the King's Men.

"But my Lord," I stated sweetly, putting in a bit of a huff as I stared at him and pouted "how could you not know where I am? You always have those two guards following me everywhere."

I was rewarded for my acting efforts when I saw Balthazar's sweet smile give a quick twitch upwards as I spoke.

"I see how they might annoy you with their presence, but they are a necessary evil my dear." I heard his voice sway a bit as he talked back to me and this gave me the confidence to continue.

"It is unnecessary my Lord. Don't you trust me? Besides, your organization is very safe and your people have treated me very well. Such fine manners too." I finished with a flourish as I brought up my gloved hands to my face and glanced upwards, pretending to be reminiscing on said people.

Balthazar forced a sigh and then he looked back at me. Instead of the caring stare he sent my way when I entered there was a dry annoyed one sent my way. I smiled back at him and gave my eyelashes a small flutter before I put my attention on the King's Men. I glanced at them and then brought up my hand to my mouth, making sure that I gasped a bit.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" I gasped as I walked over to the guests. "Have I interrupted something?" I looked back between Balthazar and the few guests as I posed my question.

"No sweetling." The guest closest to me said. The entire group had on dark robes with red strips on the right side. Their hoods were also respectively hiding their faces from anyone's view. Regardless of that fact I could tell that they were wearing masks since when they moved their heads I could see traces of white.

"Oh, well that's good to hear. I hope I've not caused too much trouble for you my Lord." I glanced back at Balthazar.

"Not at all dearest." He replied nonchalantly. It seems he was getting a grip on my acting and was going along.

"May I ask who this is Balthazar?" One of the guests towards the right of the table asked. I instantly knew she was a woman. She seemed disappointed.

"Of course. How rude of me." He replied and then stood up and walked towards me. He placed his arm around my hips and then smiled at the woman. "This is Chikika. She has a … special place in the organization."

"I see." The woman said quietly. Then the guest who was next to me started to speak.

"It is a pleasure Miss Chikika." His voice was shrill and deep reminding me of old molasses. He reached for my hand and gave a small peck on my knuckles.

"The pleasure is all mine. Please allow yourself to be comfortable, Sir." I made sure none of my disgust for him showed in my voice. I had to keep up my appearance.

"Chikika, I'm sure you have business to finish if I am not mistaken. Did you forget to visit Meaniel?" I was obviously being dismissed.

"Oh dear! You're right my Lord. I had completely forgotten the task Meaniel had asked of me! Please excuse me." I curtsied to Balthazar and when he allowed my request I lifted up my dress and quickly power walked out of the dinning hall relieved to be out of the way of Balthazar's cooperation talks.