Well, thank you to my most recent reviewer who actually convinced me to write this. Sorry if it's kind of short and sucky. I haven't updated in forever, 'cause I've kind of lost interest but I want to see if I still can.
Ce La Vi Chapter Three: Robbers
Well, she really ought to have known. All of common sense, logic and a bunch of old proverbs no one really gave a damn about said what exactly was coming.
The movement is those bushes were not, as Rain continually insisted just her imagination or a herd of irate squirrells. Huh. So this is what came of listening to him.
She glared and he smiled calmly if they were on a picnic.
"Rain," she whispered as she chewed on her bonds slowly."I think we're being robbed."
"Yep!" The Immortal seemed nothing less than cheerful about this. Well...One of the proverbs in question: Misery loves company. The self-proclaimed assasin lunged, her only regret that her weapon was out of her reach.
"Well...erm...I guess we could...torture them...?" The deeper voice spoke hesistantly.
"No good. I don't like blood."
"Um...Starvation?"
"Well, judging by that girl's chest I'd say they're used to it."
Machika growled and the big one with a booming voice thought. He tried to come up with the most horrendous, ghastly, and horrible torture that didn't involve blood or screaming as it turned out neither of them really liked loud noises either.
"Ah-ha!" His eyes lit up. "My sister's singing!"
The other gasped. "That's just...mean."
Thus the captors sat down, just as defeated as their hostages. The slightly smaller one started sniffling.
Very quietly, Rain broke both of their ropes and dug through his pack speculatively.
"Would either of you like to go to lunch?"
The girl just smiled slightly, sort of glad that some things were so predictable.