AN 2/09: Huh... I spent a good portion of my evening trying to figure out how to fix this chapter. Not many tweaks were made. Just a few small tidbits with the boys and girls. Well... A shout out to my buddies turning 19 today! Love you boys! ;) I'll be up there with ya in exactly 28 days.
I tried... but I don't think it's a worthy chapter ;.; Sorry if it is total crap.
Tracks of Choice: "Happy Birthday" by Birthday Massacre
Chapter 17: Surpriseklok
Lucy woke up an hour after sunrise in the arms of Toki Wartooth. Seeing his peaceful sleeping face, she giggled a bit, remembering what had happened between them. Her eyes softened as she sighed dreamingly, never wanting to get up from her spot. Giving him a small peck on the lips, her smile widened. This was the happiest she ever felt, and all thanks to the young Norwegian beside her, oblivious to the world around him as he softly snored.
"I tinks I loves you." Lucy whispered, flicking her boyfriend's nose. Toki twitched, mumbling something in his sleep, but never woke up. Lucy was about to get up when the bed room's door swung open. Lucy shrieked and held her side of the blanket up to her chest, causing Toki to jolt into the conscious world, letting the blanket fall to his naked waist.
"Rise and shines, sleepies heads! Happy-" Runa barged in, already dressed in low heeled suede boots, skinny jeans and a black v-neck tee. She had stopped mid-sentence at the sight of her blushing band mate and the bare chest Toki. Her eyes trailed down, amazed at the boys physique but an eye brows rose as realized he wore nothing underneath the blanket. Glancing at Lucy, she didn't seem to be wearing a top of any kind. Putting two and two together, she formed an 'o' with her mouth as her crystal blue eyes widen. Runa began to back out of the room, "If I's weres you twos, I would locks de door ifs I does you-know-what," The door closed and Runa disappeared behind it.
"Huh?" Toki tilted his head to the side then looked at the still red Lucy, then down at himself. "Oh… Damns." He immediately flushed and shyly glanced at the equally naked female beside him. Despite his sudden embarrassment, he grinned at her disheveled hair.
Lucy didn't find it amusing. "Oh no's. What if she tells Moiras? Den I never hears de ends of its!" She covered her face with her hands, the blanket pinned by the underside of her arms.
-Outside-
Runa joined her other roommates at the kitchen of their guest house. Everyone was ready to go, their luggage at the door since they would be leaving for their concert sight later. Bloodyfist was preparing several cups for the coffee brewing beside her. Judging by the delicious smell wafting around the rather spacious room, it would be done soon.
"What happens? Why you justs walks out?" Skwisgaar asked as he looked up from his guitar. "Dids you sees sometings?" He went back to strumming the strings, letting the tinking noise fill the air. He hadn't practice in a while and now with the concert just a few days away, he needed to get into the zone.
Runa leaned against the arm rest of the couch. "Sometimes I forgets how olds Lucy reallies is… I shouldsn't be embarrassed, but I ams. She's like baby sisters to me." She covered her face with her hands, and began to laugh, "I didn't tinks dey would ever sleeps wits each-udders!"
Murderface put down the Russian magazine he was looking at, "Sheriously? Toki and Luchy?" Murderface gawked. Bloodyfist nearly dropped the glass pitcher of dark liquid, some splashing onto her black dickies and vest top with buckles on the side. She cursed and set it back in its place, fanning herself where the dark liquid scorched her.
Runa could only nodded as she let out a big breath, hoping to calm herself. "I never tinks dat Toki would be sos… musculars." She watched Skwisgaar fumble a bit from the corner of her eye. That seemed to hit a nerve for the Swede as he rested a hand on his abs. She smiled. "But whatevers, I tinks of hims as my brothers." Shrugging at that, Runa sat beside Murderface at the bar and picked up her guitar, picking away at a few strings rapidly herself in hopes of clearing her mind.
Bloodyfist handed a steaming cup of coffee to Murderface, "I wonder if Moira is going to find out… I sure as hell won't tell. Lucy and Toki make the cutest couple… About fucking time she broke outta her bubble. Wonder when Moira will?" Everyone was silent for a second before laughing. "Pssh, as if."
Skwisgaar shook his head, "I don't's know… da way Natan's was last nights, I's guessing he has a tings for hers. And she for hims."
Murderface snorted, "But the thing ish… ish they ready to act on it?"
--Other Guest House—
Moira woke up with a start. She had been dreaming about something rather pleasant when a flash and clicking noise disturbed her. She groaned and stretched, wondering why she had fallen asleep on what she thought was the arm rest last night when she felt the kink on her neck. Opening her tired hazel eyes, she was greeted by the grinning drummer couple.
"Mornin' sleepin' beauties, sleep well?" The Texan snickered. Moira, completely confused at why she used a plural word, tilted her head. She was about to open her mouth to ask when another body shifted beside her, a low groan emitting from it. Turning to head, her eyes widen in horror, feeling a very large arm rub against her side and a large hand squeeze her now bare hip in its sleep. Cherry then showed her the picture she had just taken. "Mighty cute, I say. Guess you two finally gettin' along, hmm? Think this'll make a nice present for Lucy?" The small screen showed Moira leaning on Nathan's torso, his arm wrapped around her small body and her arm draped over his lower chest. The two looked like they were snuggling.
Nathan, who woke to the flash as well, jumped out of his seat. "The fuck? When… how… shit!" he shook his hands as if trying to rid them of loose dirt. Pickles patted his back.
"Comfy?" Nathan glared at him. The last thing he needed was for his band to harass him about Moira when the two were still trying to figure out their mixed feelings for one another. Explosion still thought Moira was immature and annoying, yet he couldn't help but want to be near her. Who knew what she was thinking.
Moira groaned, throwing her hands in the air in defeat, "You are going to black mail my ass, aren't you. Sneaky Texan bitch." She flipped off Cherry as she got up, allowing her nightgown to fall back into place. The front woman didn't care if Pickles or Nathan saw her bright pink panties. The two tilted their heads a little. Not a color they expected her to wear... ever.
The female red head giggled, "Perhaps." Throwing her vocalist some clothes, Cherry's grin widen, "Charlie says we headin' out today. Get packin', we're leavin' at one." The next part she whispered to herself, "Best picture ever!"
Pickles shook his head, leading a still shocked Nathan out of their guest home. "Let's go. I hear breakfast is pancakes and omelets." The two walked side by side, ignoring the shouts and sounds of furniture being overturned from behind them. It seemed Moira was trying to delete the picture and Cherry wasn't going down without a fight. Suddenly the two Dethklok members thought back to the first time they met them. Those two always seem to start the play fights. However this one didn't sound playful as Moira roared, followed by something breaking and Cherry's laughter.
"You know…" Pickles began once they made it to the main house, "There's somethin I wanna tell you… n' everyone." Nathan grunted, possibly a sign for the drummer to continue or a signal that meant his back really hurt, since he was currently hunched over more with a hand attempting to massage it. "I… I want to marry Cherry." He jumped as the bigger man clamped a hand around his shoulder.
"What?" he hissed, straightening his posture as much as possible. "Are you fucking kidding me? We have a contract. After the concert, they're gone!" the two had entered a hallway leading them to the dining room. "Besides, I doubt you wouldn't commit to it."
Pickles scoffed, shrugging Nathan's hand off in offense. "Well, maybe that's changed. Toki's been thinking the same thing and he's already got the perfect ring in mind! He's just waiting for the right time." He sighed then, running a hand over his dreads. His shoes seemed to be mighty interesting at the moment. "Ever since Seth got married… and… had a kid, I've been thinking; when would I ever settle down? I'm not getting any younger, I'm more sober now then ever which," he laughed at himself, "feels fucking good and who knows… someday I could be a thing of the past, Dethklok or not. I wanna settle down with someone who loves me for me, not my fame or money. I'm sure the others feel the same way."
Nathan shifted a bit uncomfortably. They were now outside of the double doors that would lead them to the room meant to feed them all. "Hey… I think this qualifies as… you know… caring about each other personal lives…" Marriage was a touchy subject for the band. It meant less parties, less freedom and less women in their opinions. Were they even ready for that? It was hard to believe Pickles was already planning his future with a woman he met less than two months ago, and the fact Toki already found a ring was ridiculous.
The Wisconsin man shook his head, "No, this shit could affect the bands, Nathan. I love that woman." He looked up at the part Amazonian man, a bit defiantly, "I plan on proposing after the concert. I don't see myself being with anyone but her." He crossed his arms, daring his front man to prove him wrong. Meeting Cancerous had to have been destiny. "And I don't care about the contract. She's staying with me whether you like it or not. I know for a fact the rest of us want them to stay too."
Nathan frowned at him, "You know what? Fuck it. Do whatever the hell you want. But if you're gonna divorce, don't say I didn't warn you. That goes the same for everyone." Nathan rolled his eyes and moved around the drummer to get through the doors where the chattering of the others was heard.
"Fucking douche bag." Pickles hissed, kicking the wall to reveal is fustration.
--Later—
The bands had finally assembled. Toki and Lucy were still embarrassed from earlier and so sat across from each other rather than next. Runa and Skwisgaar snickered at that, but said nothing as they watched Moira lazily cut into the Russian pancakes with her fork. Beside her Cherry, was grinning with a fat bottom lip, her lip ring taken off.
"Jesus, gettin sucker punched was so worth that picture. However, if Nathan was the one doing the chasin'…" she shuddered, glancing at the man sitting at the end of the table. Pickles slung an arm over her shoulders, reassuring her that Nathan honestly didn't care about that kind of stuff from what he knew. When she wasn't looking, he glared at his front man.
Everyone continued to chatter, some laughing more than others. No one spoke about Toki's and Lucy's big step in their relationship, much to their relief. Close to the end of breakfast, Ofdensen, Lebedev and a worn out looking Ivan came marching in. The bands stopped talking immediately, seeing the serious CFO train his eyes on Moira. The next to come in was surprisingly, General Crozier. Moira gulped as Nathan narrowed his eyes at the young blond man who also stared at Moira contently.
Charles was the first to speak, "I'm glad to see that everyone is awake, and judging by your rooms, packed." He cleared his throat, "Everyone, as you know, today we begin our trek to the concert location. Cancerous, Dethklok… Meet General Crozier." He extended his arm to the shorter man. The General bowed a bit. "He has volunteered to help with security at the concert alongside Yakov because the klok-…"
"Whats about da other klok-teers backs home?" Skwisgaar interrupted.
"About that…"
"Maybe shomething happened to the other dethcopters?" Murderface interjected. Ofdensen felt a headache coming as he pinched the bridged of his nose.
"Did somethin happen to 'em, or what?"
"Pass de syrups?"
"Shut up, guys. Let him finish." Bloodyface hissed, "I wanna know why your 'oh-so-fateful-klokateers' couldn't come." Turning away from the stunned guys, she nodded for their manager to continued.
"Thank you, Bloodyfist. As I was saying, other klokateers will not be able to make it. Revengencers were spotted near the home front. I have ordered them to stay until further notice. We will not risk a home invasion." Dethklok gasped as Cancerous looked on a bit confused. They had heard about that group, the anti-Dethklok organization bent on destroying Dethklok, but news of them was less frequent compared to the Undertakers recently, everyone had seemed to have forgot about them.
General Crozier was the next to speak, "The United States Army and Russia have entered an international agreement to keep you all safe. I am here to watch over you all before and after the concert. These terrorist groups could make a move during the concert, and unfortunately, none of you can back out of it now." He stole a glance at Moira who was shaking her head, poking her breakfast with no more appetite.
"Go figure." Nathan growled, "If this is about upsetting the fucking world, so who cares? I'm not in the mood to fucking die for a fucking concert in the fucking freezing snow." He grabbed his bottle of beer and brought it to his lips. "Fuck it."
"Quitting already, Nathan?" Moira sneered, still peeved about the ordeal with Cherry, "We have six days until the concert and you want to quit?" the female vocalist laughed darkly, "I would think this kind of shit would get you excited. In fact, I'm pumped up. The Undertakers took my manager, probably killed him, and if this is gonna bring me Javier, fine. I want that guy dead." She smiled wickedly, her eyes daring him to back down.
Nathan rolled his eyes. Everyone watched the scene like a tennis match, "Well, fuck you then. If you didn't know, Dethklok was attacked once during a concert…" He didn't think it would set off one of the girls in Cancerous. Moira was just as surprised.
"And us, you insensitive prick!" Bloodyfist shouted, slamming her hands on the table hard enough to rattle the glasses. "Sure it wasn't all hi-tech terrorist like, but fuck, we almost got nailed." She glared at him, leaning over the table to stare at him directly. "Don't make me fucking kick your ass Nathan. You're lucky to have an army to back you up." Nathan nervously gulped.
"Everyone, please. Calm down." Yakov said, hoping to prevent the fight between the bassist and Explosion. "What we need to go over are strategies in case things do go wrong, before or after the concert. Rest assure, my best men will be on duty, along with the Russian military and with extra help from the US, nothing can go wrong."
Ivan nodded, "The men and I under Yakov's orders have vowed to give our lives for the sake of Dethklok's survival, and now we pledge our allegiance to Cancerous as well." The Russian soldier glanced at Moira who scoffed and slumped in her seat. "We'll do our best to make sure that all of you are kept out of harm's way as much as possible."
"Yes." Ofdensen took out his brief case no one knew he was carrying and pulled out a stack of papers, handing a small stapled packet to everyone sitting down, "Well then… uh, let us begin."
--Several Hours Later—
Everyone was on the road in a reinforced, battle outfitted tour bus truly worthy of Dethklok status. It was like something out of the Death Race movie. The tour bus once belonging to Cancerous had been modified to resemble an off road armored train. It was an impressive sight to behold, but none the less, the girls didn't like it one bit as they sat in the private section of their mobile home for quality girl time.
Moira locked the hatch to the sliding door that connected the two cars. Turning to her band mates, she sighed.
"I can't believe we've been relocated! Ofdensen isn't giving us the whole scoop." Moira said as she sat at her computer desk which had been bolted to the floor. Taking out their 'battle plans', she frowned, "Not the greatest way I wanted to spend Lucy's birthday. In a fucking battle tank to an area close to the Arctic Tundra! It's like, negative fifty or something there. We're no where near a city!"
"Its okays, Moira. I no minds, as longs I's is wits friends, I no cares were we goes." Lucy smiled, poking her head from her cubicle room. Runa gave her a small hug from her spot next to her.
"I'm just really confused." Bloodyfist groaned, grabbing a fist full of hair in each hand and tugged at it lightly. "If we do get attack, I'm going to die. How the hell am I suppose to remember where the entrance to these fucking 'pentapods' are? Ofdensen said our stage was reformatted with this gizmo. How the hell does he do it?"
"Cherries, what's dat arounds your necks?" Runa said, going off tangent for a moment when the drummer, who was sitting on the floor, began to toy with her necklace.
"Huh? Oh this thang here? Pickles gave it to me." She smiled at the memory, "I think I can easily say I really love him." From the corner of her eye, she glanced down the walk way at her leader. Moira looked like she was going to have a heart attack. "And to be honest, I'd say 'yes' if he ever asked me to marry him."
Lucy blushed a little, "Me toos."
Moira stuttered, "W-what? You can't be serious!" her breathing became labored, completely taken by surprise at Cherry's words. "Especially you Lucy. You and Toki…"
Bloodyfist sat back on her bed right behind Moira, "What's so bad about it. That whole thing about messin' up Dethklok is down the gutter now. What's wrong if they're seriously and completely in love with their boyfriends? Have you ever seen them so happy?" The bassist said as she sighed. "I think you forgot too. In my opinion, you've gotten pretty close to Nathan."
Moira fought back her blush as she glared at her long time friend. Cherry crossed her legs and looked up from her lap where she had been looking over the safety packet, "I noticed too, sweet pea. Since the day we went ta see yer dad, you n' Nathan 'ave been… rather comfty. I'm guessin you like him."
Moira shook her head, "Well you're wrong. I don't like him at all. Sure we might act friendly, but I still hate him. And I always… will." Runa frowned.
"Why does you hates him den?" Moira remained silent.
-With the Boys-
Skwisgaar and Toki where sitting at the table with Nathan's laptop looking at the online catalog of Tiffany's. Pickles sat beside them with a glass of tequila in hand. Nathan was on the couch watching their TV which surprisingly had good reception with the snow fall outside. Murderface was currently ransacking their fridge to make a sandwich.
"Sos, you goings to go throughs with dis, ja?" Skwisgaar said, looking at the rather childlike yet exquisite ring on the screen. "It's bigs step, you knows." Toki nodded his head. Taking a huge gulp, he turned on his phone and dialed the number on the screen. He needed no consolation, just a way to get the damn ring and quick. Hopefully they would have someone there who would understand him since he was calling the international number.
The drummer whistled as he saw the estimated price, "Nice… and expensive. I damn sure she's gonna like it. Man Toki, I give you props."
"I's hoping notings happens at de concert. Wits all dem people trying to kills us and dem, someones coulds gets hurt." Toki sighed, "Too bads I can'ts orders it onlines. But at leasts I alreadies gets her birthday present." He held up a box that was on his lap. "Ofdensen wents and picks it ups for me dis morning." He clicked the button and waited for the dial tone.
The trio looked up as Murderface sat with a monstrous sandwich and a bag of chips on his plate. They gawked at it, since it was not even two hours since they ate. It looked like he had to unhinge his jaw to even take a bite out of it.
"What? I couldn't let their meat go bad…" He smooshed the over sized sandwhich and attempted to take a bite.
Pickles shook his head, "That's gross man." His dethphone began to ring, so he placed it on his ear and spoke. "Hello?" no one could make out what was heard on the other end. "What? Why?" Pause. "He's already there?" Another pause. Pickles hung up. "Mother of douche bags, Seth is in Russia!" The others gave him a sympathetic look.
With Nathan, there was nothing to watch so he settled on some music video channel and made comments to himself at how not metal the songs were, even though majority were in some language he didn't know. The next one, he frowned. It was a Cancerous music video. The channel host, in horrible butchered up English, wished the young guitarist of Cancerous a happy birthday. In the video, everyone was dressed as a Lolita. Everything was black and white, expect for a few things like the fire of the candles, the blood that soaked Moira's dress in the middle of the song and their eyes. It was rather eerie, even if the song spoke of a birthday boy and not a girl.
I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my black and white dress to the
birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday
I wore my black and white dress
I think my friend said, "Stick it in the back of her head."
I think my friend said, "Two of them are sisters."
"I'm a murder tramp, birthday boy", I think I said
"I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said
Skwisgaar came to sit by him now that Toki was on the phone and Pickles had resumed to sulking since his brother was now involved. He watched Nathan from the corner of his eye while the front man stared at the screen with Moira prancing about as if in a trance.
Curiosity got the better of him, "Tells me, Natans, what does you thinks of Moiras?" he said as he propped his feet up on the coffee table. "Pickles tells me dat yous and hers sleeps on de couch toget-ders."
Nathan pursed his lips.
Then we wished them all a happy birthday
We kissed them all goodnight. Now he chases me to my room,
chases me to my room, chases me
In my black and red dress
I think my friend said, "Don't forget the video."
I think my friend said, "Don't forget to smile."
"You're a murder tramp, murder tramp", I think he said
"You're a murder boy, birthday boy", I think I said
The Swede thought his leader wasn't going to say anything, but Nathan was actually choosing his words carefully. "Honestly," he began, "She's still a bitch in my opinion. Fucking mood swings I swear are driving me up the fucking wall."
Skwisgaar smirked, "You sures bout dat? At de parties you seems reallies upsets when she was wits Ivan."
"Nothing's going on between them though." Skwisgaar gave him a questioning stare, but Nathan shrugged, "I don't uh… trust the guy, alright? Him and jack-off are shady." The guitarist left it at that and got up just as Toki got off the phone. The Norwegian was smiling like an idiot.
I think my friend said, "Stick it in the back of her head."
I think my friend said, "Two of them are sisters."
"I'm a murder tramp, birthday boy", I think I said
"I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said
At the end of the music video, Nathan turned off the TV and sighed. Pulling out a note pad, he jotted a few things, and that was how things remained the next several hours.
-In a smaller Dethcopter above the bands' tour bus-
General Crozier cringed as he watched the videos sent from Van Winkler during his situation debriefing. Yakov was pale and Ivan gripped his rifle in a death hold. Ofdensen turned off the screen once he was off the phone with Pickles.
"Gentlemen, one more member will be a part of the plan to protect the bands. Seth has arrived and is being brought over to our camp site. This will allow us to have five groups. General Crozier, you are in charge of guarding the perimeter of the concert grounds, a ten mile radius as of now. Lebedev, you have command over the sky. How many MiG 29 pilots do you have at your disposal?"
"The top ten best of the air force. All have sign on to be a part of my organization and guards of Dethklok Russia." The man said and dusted off his pants, disturbed about the video. In all his years of being around the military or something akin to that, he had never seen such cruelty.
"Ten? That will do for now. Seth with watch over half of the guards more toward the center of the concert grounds and Ivan will be the leader for the other half. I will keep track of the stage area. You have been given your assignments. I expect them to be carried out. Let's do this."
General Crozier got up to go to his assigned living quarters. In a way, he was relieved to have been stationed further away from Moira so in case of an emergency when she escaped, Selatcia would not get rid of him so easily. But at the same time, it worried him. His goddaughter was the prime target and most likely would be the only one in real danger. A source had told him Javier Van Winkler would be going after her. Should anything happen to her, he would be too late to reach her.
The general had no problem with Ivan and his leadership skills, even if he still didn't know much about him or his employer. He would just have to keep an eye on them until the promised day. But the thought of Seth helping almost gave him a heart attack. From what he knew of that man, he would do nothing to protect them but himself and probably try to get a better spot in Dethklok's company.
"Damn…" Crozier sighed as he kicked off his shoes to lay on his cot. "I'm in way over my head."
-Later in the evening-
The bands finally arrived to a makeshift base they were to stay at until the concert, just twenty miles from the site. It was already dark out and freezing. Everyone had gathered around a large table where mountains of presents had been stacks for the birthday girl. Each gift had been inspected and rewrapped, not that Lucy or the others knew. A monstrous pink and black cake was set before her. In a humble chorus, everyone sang the traditional 'Happy Birthday' song.
"...Happy Birthday dear Lucy. Happy Birthday to you!"
Closing her eyes tightly, she blew out her skull candle that had 21 carved on its forehead. Before she could the cut first piece, the large door of the building opened up, letting a huge blast of cold air hit everyone. Soldiers stationed outside struggled to close it as the small blizzard howled outside. They eventually shut the door as a fellow shrugged off his snow jacket. A mess of brown hair was revealed.
"Pickles! Hey, it's me, your brother!" said the man with a large smile on his face. "Amber and the baby couldn't make it, their staying in Moscow." Seth went to hug his famous drumming brother, even if Pickles knew before hand he would be there. "Thought you could get rid of me? No way, brother." he whispered in his ear, "I'm a survivor. It was neat being down under. You didn't come to see the baby. How 'bout you give lil' Angie a gift eh?" letting go, he punched his brother's arm. "Long time no see!"
"Hon, who is this guy?" Cherry said as went to stand by her man. She felt goose bumps as Seth eyed her from head to toe with an unusual gleam in his eyes. This man, just slightly taller then Pickles, gave her the creeps.
Pickles cursed under his breath, "My brother..." He took another swing from his drink and looked away from both of them.
"Introductions?" said the other Wisconsin native. His eyes roamed over her body, rather impressed at what he saw. When he had done research on Cancerous, the only pictures he saw of Cherry were her older ones when she was still chunky. He hadn't expected her to be this gorgeous fiery haired beauty standing by his brother. She stared at him dully.
The male drummer sighed, "Cherry, this is my brother Seth. Seth, my girlfriend, Cherry of Cancerous." Cherry frowned and gave a small wave towards the man. The audience they had was completely ignored. Bloodyfist had gotten up though when she sensed her friend's discomfort.
Seth grabbed her hands and gave her a hug that felt uncomfortable. "Nice to met ya." He then whispered in her ear. Pickles had a murderous glint in his eyes when Cherry stiffened. "Why are you with him? I could show you a good time." He was about to run his hand down her rump when she pulled back and let him have it. A sickening smack was heard as blood spewed out of the brown haired man's mouth and what was thought to be a tooth as he fell to the floor. Cherry stood above him with a heated glare and her fist by her face. Seth was out for the count.
"Don't you ever fuckin' touch me again, ya hear cuntface? I'll fucking kill you!" Dethklok gawked as Cancerous shook their heads. Pickles doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pointed to his sibling. Pickled desperatedly tried to calm down, already fighting to breath as his laughing became silent gasps. His girlfriend shook her head and rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips and lightly poked Seth with her foot.
"That hound dawg tried ta cope a feel! Ain't no way I'd let him, no matter if he's yer brother, Pickles dear."
"Ha, ha! That's what he gets! Damn Ch-Cherry... you're too much."
Ack! I am so sorry for this long, long wait! Bad case of writer's block and with Halloween a comin', I got side tracked. I hope to have the next chapter up and running by Ol' Hallow's Eve, maybe and hopefully in the morning since I'm gonna be busy come noon here in Sunny California. Two parties, yikes! Possibly 3 if I am lucky. I wanna go to the third, if my friend does have it. If not, after elections then. DX Dunno who I'm gonna vote for, but whatever. COIN TOSS! I have to read up on the props though. Crap!
In other news! If you haven't check my profile since after my last chapter, I have some people in real life as reference pics for the girls of Cancerous. Note: It's not exact matches per say, but close enough. Moira was just well... nope. I don't have a friend who would look like my idea Moira. Not now at least. Plus Lucy too. My friend was just too damn sexy ;o; I r not Lesbo XD So check 'em out and be nice :D My favorite is Runa's. My friend is just about as close to her as possible.
Wild Okapi: Aw, thank you. I don't think the pictures are that amazing. But thank you so much!
Angela: Perhaps the drumming duo will get married, perhaps not. You'll just have to wait and see!
Dragonz: Ah, gifts in the middle of smexy-sexy time. Lol. The necklace and earrings are gorgeous, huh?
Gremlin: I don't think I'm that amazing... but thanks! And yes, Javier is crazy scary.
Insomia: Woo! Glad I figured it out. I think Bloody and Murder are a funny couple. Moira and Nate are more like the ' I-Like-You-But-I-Hate-Your-Guts' kind of couple. So fun.
YourSweet: Ofdensen actually drinks Brandy in the show (-as seen in DETHSOURCE-). But Cognac is good too. I shall play FF8 when I get the chance. I went straight to Tiffany's for the jewelry ;P
SamuraiMaster: OMG! Yes, a PM from another reader! Can't wait when you post a review. And the cooler part... you are a dude! I like Metallica too. I think my favorite song right now from them is Whiskey in a Jar. My iPod said I listened to it 347 times in just two months O.O; Now it's your turn. Who is your fav cancerous character AND couple?
Favorite Couples:
First Place: PicklesxCherry by 4 Votes
Second: Tie: SkwisgaarxRuna and TokixLucy by 2 Votes
Everyone else by 1 vote
Drummers are muy loved, huh?