First of all, I would like to give the biggest virtual hug to PamyAtrophy whose wonderful and lengthy review made my day. Honestly, I was thinking of discontinuing because I thought that people weren't interested anymore. Miss Atrophy has restored my faith in everyone. I would also like to thank the sugar-crazed alchemist.
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I will start making character profiles again at the bottom of the story again, this time with physical aspects(This idea comes from PamyAtrophy, so lets give her a round of applause). Ta-ta for now. ;)
Please enjoy. 83
The sun rose earlier than any of the group had wished for it to, and ever so slowly each member of the crew dragged themselves out of bed and got dressed.
I looked at Minnie, who had only woken up three minutes ago, and gave her a smile, which she returned. She hadn't woken up at all last night, even with all the racket. In fact, I was half-heartily trying to convince myself that all the events that had taken place in the night air were fleeting dreams.
But then I turned to see Alma and Chéri walk in.
With one look at their faces I stopped trying to force myself to believe such folly.
Chéri's eyes were tired and gloomy, she looked as though she could use about three or so hours more of sleep. Alma just looked like Hell-warmed-over. His hair didn't have its normal bounce and it seemed as though he had pulled an all-nighter.
Al noticed my stare, and walked over to the two of them, "What happend to you two? Eh? You look as though you slept on~"
"Cut the chit-chat until I've had my second or third cup of tea." Chéri growled and we all remembered that she was not a morning person. She was really not a morning person.
Immediately, she walked into the kitchen area and hunted around for the tea which she had bought from Paris.
"Hey Alma, you want some?" She looked up to find that all of our eyes were staring at her with shock.
"What?" She grumbled.
"You are going to share something with him?" Minnie asked, her coal eyebrows arched toward her hair-line.
There was a low mummer from the back of the French teen's throat, as if she was trying to come up with a come back, but couldn't.
"Yes. I would thank you." Alma said, from where he had perched himself on the counter and supposedly fallen asleep. We jumped at his responce as the kettle began to boil.
"D-did I miss something?" Al asked.
"Probably." I said, and he turned to me with a smile.
"Well, how did everyone sleep?" Mom asked, and there was a low chorus of "Fine"s and "Good"s.
Auntie Kanda said nothing, and I noticed that there were dark purple rings around his eyes. Tell you the truth, I felt really bad for him at the moment.
He caught my glace with a glare and his lips up turned into a small snarl. Okay, scratch that last sentence. I would never feel sorry for that bastard.
But I could really only give him a small smile. It was meant to be reassuring, directed to him when the French girl handed Alma a steaming the steaming cup.
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The moment that we got off the train and entered the city of Madrid, we began to sweat. Well at least all of us that were from Britain were. It was not only hot, but humid.
Meanwhile, Auntie Kanda, Alma, and Chéri all look at us with concerned eyes.
"Señora, donde es una ropería?" I watched as Alma walked up to a young woman who was selling flowers. The girl thought for a moment and then talked in fast Spanish; she pointed down the road, at which Alma smile and thanked her.
"She said that there is a shop that we can buy clothes about three blocks down due west." He explained to us, and for once not even Al complained about the whole idea on shopping.
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Al looked around at his friends with tired eyes. Alma and Chéri were arguing like normal (Thank god). Minnie and Elena were looking at the jewelry at the front of the store(Even though they had no more spending money). Miss Lenalee and his mother were chatting to one of the cashiers in order to get some discounts on the clothing that thier children wanted to get. Mr. Link was with them and had one of those looks on his face that he had whenever he was forced to spend a large amout of money. Mr. Lavi was annoying Mr. Kanda while his father tried to calm down the Asian so that he wouldn't kill the red-head.
Yep, just another day.
His stomach growled... he was hungry.
Thankfully, he still had his money.
"Mum! I'm going to go and find a place to get some food!" Miranda looked over at him and gave a small nod, though there was a hesitation in her eyes. He gave her a smile, which she hastily returned.
"Stay close and be back within fifteen minutes so that I won't worry!" She called after him, and he nodded. She didn't see the grin that was fighting its way on to his lips. She worried even when Minerva and he were by her side.
Out in the street, he gave a sigh of content as the warm air wrapped around him. Then opening his eyes he searched around for a restaurant or a food-stand. there was nothing, only a bar, from which the sounds of a fight were being admitted.
With a sigh he turned to the left
His head jerked around at the sound of a scruffle and watched as two men were thrown out of a bar with a string of curses rushing from their mouths.
Al raised one eyebrow as one of the men grumbled to himself in Spanish while the other brushed himself off and readied to leave. Though right at that moment, the first man grinned and jumped into the air.
Al knew that screech of the words, "EXROCIST!"
Heaven's Tune was out of it's case and already playing before it landed.
The second man turned to look at the boy and his brown eyes, while still hazed from alcohol, locked on to the glowing instrument that was placed in the boy's hands.
"I-Innocence?" He asked, looking as though he was in a dream state.
The akuma, too, glanced at the boy before screaming when the melody wrapped around it.
The akuma covered its ears, howling in pain and the music wrapped around it. Then, it simply exploded.
Bits of rubble began to fall from the sky, as Al covered his eyes in order to avoid the heat that rushed toward his face. He then went to look down at the man.
He wasn't as old as Al had first believed, he was perhaps in his late twenties. His mouse brown hair was combed back and out of his eyes. His skin was fair, though it had multiple small scars, as if the man had been in a great many battles.
"Who are you?" The man asked, his eyes large and confused, "Why do you have Innocence?"
Al reached down, pulling the other to his feet, "My name is Alistair Marie, I am an Exorcist of the now defeated Black Order. Who, might I ask, are you?"
The man did not answer, though his face broke into a wide grin and looked down at the ground, though Al noted that his shoulders were shaking with what was either laughter or tears.
"You look just like someone that I used to know, only you are a guy." Al smiled, though he felt slight annoyance, "Is that so?"
"Yes."
Al tried to keep his voice steady so that he could sound calm, "How is it that you know about the Innocence?"
The man ran a hand through his hair, opened his mouth, and then stopped looking at the sky.
"Shit! Move!" Both of the men quickly rolled out of the way of oncoming Akuma fire.
"Kid! Are you alright?" Al gave a low groan, seeing as he had hit it head on the pavement, and nodded. He readied his violin, only to be blown
back when another round of Akuma fire rained down upon the two. Heaven's Tune was ripped from his hands and he could only wince when he heard it land away from him with a slightly- sickening 'crack'.
Al closed his eyes momentarily, and while he heard the other male's voice trying to revive him, he could not bring himself to reopen his eyelids.
He really did not want to look and see that the instrument which he had owned for over ten years laying in a broken mess of maple wood and strings.
He felt the vibrations of the bullets hitting around him.
Alistair could only wonder if his family and Elena could have heard the commotion and come outside. He- What the hell was he thinking? He was in the middle of a battle for Christ's sake!
He forced his eyes open.
"What. The. Hell?"
There, before him, was what looked to be an Akuma, though its skin glimmered in different florescent colors of green. Much like the Innocence.
It turned to look at him with lipid eyes, and he steeled himself inwardly to face a painful death. Instead what happened was very much unexpected.
"Like, watch over my damn body!" the shrill voice bumped against his ears unpleasantly, and Al was soon hit with a dead weight.
"What?" the teen asked, clutching his now spinning head.
He pushed the form off of him, revealing the person to be the man that he had been talking to only minutes ago. Then only difference was the fact that the elder was unconscious and had a strange symbol on his forehead.
He then turned back to the 'Akuma' which had taken off into the sky and was fighting.
Then suddenly the once-still body rushed to life with an angered screech of, "Won't'cha try ta listen ta me for once already?"
He then took the time to begin to bounce around, looking like an idiot, yelling at the top of his lungs at the sky.
"Are you insane?" Al jerked up, grabbing the man around the collar, and forcing him down before he was hit.
The Akuma were beginning to thin out, and Al heard the sounds of close fighting in his foggy reverie.
"No M' not! Ya gotta watch over my Master though, the block-head never listens to me when he goes into battle! He's gonna get himself killed!" Al noted the accent change, and then turned to look at where Heaven's Tune lay broken on the ground.
"Goddamn it." he muttered, rushing over to where it was, and and soon began bundling the pieces of wood in his jacket.
He looked up to see the Akuma retreating and his 'family' rushing foreword as the 'Akuma' landed before him.
"You okay?" He, she, it asked, sounding quite worried.
"AL!" He was soon tackled by an over-exuberant Elena. It made his head spin.
"Who's this, your girlfriend?"
"MASTER! BEHAVE YOURSELF!" The group turned to see the man and the 'Akuma' bickering once again. Said 'Akuma' was soon surrounded by weapons.
"WAHH! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?" The beast cried.
"It's 'cause ya never listen!" The man responded, and the crew looked at each other, then back at the duo.
Then something seemed to click in Mrs. Lenalee's eyes.
"T-T-Timothy? Is that you?" The man looked up upon hearing his name. Then his eyes widened.
"MISS LENALEE!"
Al's only response was to bury his head in his hands and attempt to conceal the groan that ripped across his lips.
Why were his parent's friends so messed up?
Oh, Timothy, I love you.
Well hope that you enjoyed this chapter, please read and review people, I hope that I will get some more reviews and I won't have to go on for chapters on end with out any feedback. 8)
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Marine :)
Character Charts: Chéri
Hair Color: She has deep brown hair that had has red highlights in the summer.
Eye Color: Blue/Navy
Looks: She is tall, and skinny. She doesn't really have any curves. She has a heart-shaped face, with a small nose and large eyes. She has broad shoulders because of her fighting with her melee-styled Innocence. She normally has a hard-set mouth but will smile on occasion.
Clothes: Cheri is partial to wearing long-sleeve shirts or jackets so that she will not feel self-conscious about her Innocence in its normal form. She also would not be caught dead wearing a skirt or dress.(To the point where she will wear male pants) She often puts her hair in a ponytail or plaits it so that it is not in her way during a battle. She has a necklace of the Black Order Cross that she keeps in her pocket. Like Elena, she is wearing the colors red and black at the moment.
Translations:
"Je m'en fous."-Like I give a fuck~French
"Ouais." Yeah~French