Kasey: Chapter two has arrived! Shocking, isn't it?
AWI: Yeah. I'm, like, on a roll.
Celine: Don't you have homework?
AWI: … …
Celine: Well, it is about 3 in the morning right now and that project is due at 2 in the afternoon and you haven't even started. Hm. I wonder where this is going? Oh, and plus there's the rest of the school day, which starts at 6. You have 3 hours.
AWI: Shut up! I'll get to it… eventually…
Celine: Drawing one picture can take you an hour, dumbass. You should really get working.
AWI: Never! I'll pretend to be sick!
Kasey: Won't work. Your parents are out of town until Saturday and you need you parents to call you in sick. Plus, you already have like 3 missing assignments, so your record will just sink lower and lower. And, don't you also have a quiz later today?
AWI: Stop pestering me! I don't claim DGM! There! I said it! Now let's move on!
Kasey: Dominoes. You got thirty minutes.
Everyone: … *sweat drop*
Chapter 2: My Hero
Later that day, Jessie went out on a crazy shopping spree, pretending her 'father' was holding a party in order to avoid suspicion over the amount of food she was buying. Curse Allen and his inhuman appetite!
[.I+I.]
Shutting the door with a hip, the blond dragged all the bags into the house, subconsciously checking to see if Cross and his little 'friend' were still on the couch. Nope. Instead, it was the most wonderful mop of messy hair.
"Allen!" Jessie gaped, surprised out of her wits, dropping half the bags.
The white haired boy turned around, smiling softly, looking paler than a ghost, as usual. The only color on his whole head, when his eyes were closed at least, was a long, crimson scar that extended from a filled-in pentacle over his left eye and down his cheek. His eyes themselves were an enchanting, haunted silver. He hopped up quickly, offering to help with the bags. Jessie immediately accepted and soon everything was in the kitchen and the blond was beginning to prepare the food for the white haired guy's appetite.
"Uh, wait!"
Jessie stopped pulling out vegetables to cut up to stare at the white haired guy before her incredulously. "Are you serious? Since when are you not hungry?"
"No. It's not that. It's just that we won't be staying here long enough for that. We were just dropping off a Newbie. I don't have enough time to train them. Something came up and we have to go to Headquarters now. I was hoping to tell Shishou himself, but it appears he is not here, so I'm afraid I'll have to pass that burden on to you. Sorry," he ended sheepishly.
Jessie glared at him for about half a second before she was swooning slightly. He was just so pretty and awesome. She couldn't help it.
Quickly regaining her composure, she nodded. "Right. I'll tell him. If it's such an emergency, get moving!"
He nodded, but still seemed slightly reluctant to leave. He clearly did not want to go, which was unusual. Yes, he frequently stopped by, but it was only for a short meal or a quick conversation with Cross. He was normally out of there the moment it was polite. Why would he be trying to stay?
Smirking inwardly, Jessie handed him a granola bar and stalked toward Link, who was standing like a statue by the couch, next to the kid she assumed was the Newbie.
"Hey, Link. Why is the moyashi trying to delay his little trip to Headquarters, even though he has to at the end of every freaking mission?"
Link looked at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, before answering. "I do not know."
He totally did. The pair had been coming over for 'visits' for two years. She might not know why Link was always tailing Allen, but she'd figured out how to read him pretty well. Not Allen, though. He was annoyingly good at hiding his true emotions and making his façade seem disturbingly real. It was not uncommon for even Link to be fooled by it. She'd seen it done several times.
"Whatever. By the way, why are you always writing in those notebooks? You're not doing it today?"
"They are reports to give to my superior, Inspector Leverrier. I am not writing one at the moment because it is off the record, and I expect it to stay that way, Miss Mallenhour."
"Smeesh. How many times do I have to say it? It's Jessie. Nobody cares what my last name is."
The blond man gave her a quick look before glancing at the kitchen. "Walker! We must leave at once!"
Allen sighed dejectedly and walked out of the room. Giving one final wave to Jessie and the Newbie sitting on the couch, the pair left.
[.I+I.]
The Newbie's name was Thor, and that was the weirdest thing about him. He looked just like your average Joe, talked like your average Joe, and basically was your average Joe, save for his name. Oh, and one more thing, he was an Exorcist.
Celine: Now it's 3:30.
AWI: Shut up! I can barely keep my eyes open and keep making stupid typos! I don't need you counting my time down, too.
Michael: Also, you should really work on MoD or tJ. You're really falling behind.
AWI: Yeah…
Kasey: Wow. This must be the shortest conversation we've ever had.
Celine: Yes, it seems we are also affected by your tiredness, AWI. Therefore, WAKE UP!!!
AWI: Meh.
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The following was posted on 11/11/09
AWI: You people suck! Review already, dammit! This is my least popular fic yet it is the one that I have put the most though into!
Celine: Should you really be telling the readers they suck? Won't that just make them angry and not review just to spite you.
AWI: My plan is to make them all angry enough to flame me. They'll be flames, but at least they'll be reviews. I need at least 1 dammit!
Kasey (shaking head): pathetic...