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Grim nodded and began pushing harder and faster. "Oh sis, you know I'm loving this," he groaned, "I've dreamed and fantasized about this - taking you and having you as my own." He moved his hands to her breasts. Fear watched Mandy and grinned as he licked along her neck. "Tastes sweet," he said, smiling. He started to rub his hand in between her legs. "Nice and warm too.

She gasped softly and let out a pleasurable moan, her cheeks a deep red. "Oh brother, you're so kind to me. I don't want to lose you to another fair woman," she whispered softly as a hand moved up to hold one of his hands against her breasts. "Please, make me a woman, dearest brother, fill me with your seed," he whispered to him as she rubbed her breast with his hand. Mandy blushed and let out a frustrated sound as she struggled and hissed insults at Fear in her mind. If she hadn't been restrained, she would have tried to beat him, or get back at him for doing this to him. She was frustrated that she wasn't able to talk at least. She would have loved to at least be able to hurl insults out at him.

It had been weeks since Kanye Xiocalstarted on his journey. He had spent most of these weeks learning how to track and hunt pokegirls so that he would be fully prepared to catch one. When he finally felt that he was ready, the young 16 year old headed towards a mountainous area known for its high cliffs. Perfect for getting the drop on a pokegirl and capturing her for his soon-to-be harem. Kanye carried a backpack with him which had all the usual supplies. Food, pokeballs, and an item that he promptly got out to look below with, a pair of binoculars. He crawled on his belly to the edge of a cliff to look below, checking for any signs of possible prey. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. The young man was beginning to get frustrated just waiting for something to pop up. "Come on, come on!" he muttered to himself. "There's got to be something around here." With a sigh, Kanye tried to calm himself a bit. After all, it wasn't like a pokegirl was going to fall right into his lap or something...

Sadly for Kanye, there were two issues with his preparation. One was that he was looking in the wrong place entirely, and secondly, a Pokegirl was about to fall into his lap, in some way. Not far behind him, in the brush, training, was a Cockadiddle. She stood around 5'10'', green eyes, focused ahead of her, and a nicely sized C cup chest. Her feathered body moved quickly with her movements, precise, swinging her English bastard sword around in general attack patterns, preparing herself for anything. The girl's day generally involved training and, when done, and if alone, as she had been for quite some time, masturbating with the hilt of her lovely sword. As her species always did, she wished she had a male around, someone to give her what she wanted: semen and cock, and plenty of it. After a bit of practice, she sighed, placing the sword over her shoulder, looking around; she sensed something. But how could it be...no one came up here anymore. Neither human or Pokegirl was around this cliff, aside from herself, and she made this place her home. Aside from a man, it had everything else she needed. Brushing off her smooth, slender both, her feathers ruffling a little, her tail feathers swished with her firm rear, a grin forming on her lips. Creeping from the brush and forest, she peaked out, bird legs ready to dash if needed, till, her eyes fell on a target, her eyes going wide, and something 'clicking'. Holding onto her sword tight, she pounced, leaping straight over, bounding right behind Kanye, grinning from ear to ear, as she poked his rear end with the butt of her sword. "Well, hello there, sexy. Did you come up here for little 'ol me? How sweet of you...." Smirking widely, she grabbed him and dragged him away from the cliff, turned him over, sat on his lap, and giggled, looking to his eyes as she quickly began to undo his pants. "I haven't had a man in...I can't even remember. I've needed relief for so long...my sword can only do so much. Hope your a strong lad, sweetie~" Licking his cheek, she smirked, using one of her finely feather hands to rub at his nose exposed length, keeping the rest of his pants on, her fingers working wonders on his flesh, seeming to have great manual dexterity and experience in this area.

Today was the day he was going to try and get the new girl. He didn't know why but he had found such an uncontrollable lust just by looking at her. She was cute and American which made it even more exciting. Just the thought of him screwing her made him so hard. He had to have her no matter what. Not that she would reject him anyway, I mean he was the most popular guy in school. No one ever rejected him so why would she? He was better-looking than any of the guys in school. Having short but soft and thick copper brown hair. Dark brown bedroom eyes that could easily manipulate any woman just by making eye contact. He was perfectly toned and leaned. Standing tall at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds, not to mention he had a perfect package to go with. Looks wasn't all he had though, no. He was talented in everything he did and tried. His skills were extraordinary and rare. Then there was his intelligence. Being top of the class and always Valid Victorian. Oh yeah, he got everything he wanted, basically, he was a spoiled brat who tended to act very unlike himself if he didn't get what he wanted. Light Yagami was leaning against his locker as he thought over his plan. He would ask her out and work from there. Now the main concept was whether he would keep her afterward or it would be a one night stand. Well, that really mattered if he liked her enough after the first night. If he had fun then yes, he'd keep her for a while. A smile came on his face as he saw the girl go to her locker surprisingly just a few away from his. When she opened it up to get out her things, he had moved and was now behind her locker door waiting for her to close it and see him.

Lexus looked around as she walked down the hall, all the boys cheering and whistling after her. Sighing some, she got to her locker and saw one guy looking at her. She quickly grabbed her stuff and closed her locker before backing up, backing up into Light. She looked back, getting a scared look in her eyes. Turning around, she leaned up against the locker and gave a weak smile, then looked around. Everyone was looking scared. She looked back at Light and glared some. "What do you want with me? Are you gonna trap me or do something I don't like?" She had a feeling he was a bad boy, but she didn't know yet. She didn't know, but after thinking about it, he was pretty hot and he looked like the kind of guy she liked. Sighing some, she looked back into his eyes, her steel-dark blue eyes starting to soften slightly. She sighed again, nodded, and looked back around the school. She wondered if her popularity would go up if she went with him; she would probably become the most popular girl in school. She smiled more friendly at the thought, running her hand down his chest. "So what is it you want, hmmm?" She was just feeling his chest and damn, it felt good. She would love to feel that chest against hers and even feel his whole body against hers. Thinking at that thought, she sighed some and backed up a little, then stepped forward, looking closer into his eyes. Her black hair was midway down her back, and she was breathing normally for once instead of being scared. His eyes seemed to calm her down somewhat, and she wondered what was going on in his mind, but she wasn't a mind reader, so she wouldn't be able to do anything. Backing up against the locker, she brought one foot up onto the locker, bending her knee. Sighing some, she closed her eyes, her short skirt showing most of her thighs and legs, and she wore a red tight tank top, which showed off her breasts. She really wanted a boyfriend, but she hadn't found one yet. All the ones who were interested were either abusive or plain assholes. She hoped if he asked her out, he would be a nice guy - rough but nice. Looking back at him, she smiled some. "The school bell is about to ring, so just ask me your question and I will get going.

Kagome stood on a rock face next to a waterfall, overlooking the wonderful countryside of the world she lived in. Turning back, she walked over to the hut that she and Inuyasha had gotten to get away from the chaos of the village they used to call home. Now it was just her and him. The way she liked it - and with Kikyou out of the way, she felt more like Inuyasha was hers. Thus nothing could go on to distract him away from her. She walked into the hut to see him sleeping. It was morning, and she had gotten up early to get some fish for them to have in the morning. "Inuyasha, get up," she said softly, hoping the half-demon would rise and get the fish. She had taken the beads off of him a while ago; she thought he didn't need them anymore, seeing as how they were lovers. She thought she was controlling the poor man, so she took it off and put it in a mantle in their shared hut, a reminder of the things they had gone through to complete the jewel shard - or now jewel - that sat in the village under strong wards to keep demons away. Though she had heard of other things approaching on the land, and she frowned at the idea, waiting for Inuyasha to get his breakfast and possibly eat together since she was hungry.

Inuyasha lay dreaming peacefully, sprawled out on his back, legs and arms spread wide. His mouth was practically open, and even a little drool dripped onto the floor. Not like he cared about what he looked like in his sleep; he was only with Kagome after all. So much time had passed since they finally completed the jewel, and Inuyasha and Kagome destroyed Naraku together. The only problem was that there were still those who sought the jewel, but it had its protectors. Miroku and Sango took on that job, seeing as it was more the peaceful life for the couple and their children. Inuyasha never wished for the jewel, and Kagome had stayed with him. It was all he ever wanted. When Naraku was destroyed, the well that tied Kagome to her world disappeared completely. She never got to say goodbye to her family and friends, though it seemed that she happily left that world behind. He couldn't be more lucky. Though he always wondered if she missed it. On their daily trips to the village, he always caught her standing there watching the spot where the well was. It seemed too much to just be happy to be with him. He always felt guilty. It was one of the reasons he was always hesitant around her. Inuyasha mumbled something in his sleep, kind of like "Take that you bastard!" He was dreaming he was slaying a monster demon, one that Mioga and Totosai were claiming that he would be killed in an instant. After his triumphant win, he gave both the old geezers an good thumping for ever doubting him. Kagome cheered him on the whole time, and he grinned from ear to ear as she ran and flung herself into his arms... At the moment, Kagome told him to get up. Inuyasha rolled over, flinging his arm up over Kagome's, taking her down with him as he almost rolled on top of her. One leg swinging over hers, pinning her, and burying his nose into her neck.

Lexus sighed some as she woke up that morning, the new day in Tokyo, and she was nervous about going to school, not knowing that there were some bad guys around school. Getting up, she looked around the apartment she was in and growled some. She took a shower, got dressed into that school uniform which she liked and hated at the same time. Her hair being a light/bright blonde with black highlights, she smiled and looked in the mirror before heading off to school. Looking around as she walked past people, she listened to her iPod and swung her head side to side, knowing soon she would probably find a boyfriend or some close friends. She was the most popular kid back in the United States and she loved how she looked. Smirking some as she got to the school, she looked around at the big building that looked like a college or something else but knew it was a school. Sighing some, she went in and looked for her locker, saw some guys looking at her, and got a scared look in her eyes but ignored it, not knowing what they thought of her. Opening her locker, she grabbed her books and put them in her skater backpack that she brought from her town and what her close friend gave her. She slammed the locker door before starting for her class. She shook her head and dragged her feet on the floor, still swinging her head side to side while listening to her music. She didn't know what or who was looking at her, but she didn't give a fuck when she got to the class and looked up, seeing the hottest guy in school and blushing some as he looked at her. She quickly took out her earphones and put them in her backpack, smiling before going into the classroom and sitting down in the back where there was a seat next to the window. Looking back up at the teacher, Lexus couldn't hear what she was saying because of her iPod. Taking her books out of her backpack, she put them on the desk and just looked out the window, rolling her eyes as she wondered what the hell was going to happen today. She hated moving away from so many friends and close family members, and it pissed her off not wanting to do it. She had been pushed into it after getting into a fight with another girl over some stupid thing and being kicked out of the school.

Light Yagami, was his name. Light is written with the kanji for moon and Yagami for night and god. Just the name screamed success and that is what he was. He was born to be on top, to win, to get whatever he wanted. Why else would he be so perfect? He had everything, yet still wanted more. If you only saw Light at first glance without actually knowing him, you would label him as a spoiled brat who never seemed to be satisfied no matter what he was given. This male was blessed with so much. His looks were almost god-like with his short thick but soft dark brown hair and bedroom brown eyes. The type of eyes that just seemed to look right into your soul and manipulate you to his will. He was perfectly toned and thin, soft firm body and a chiseled yet angelic face. He was tall, standing at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds. Of course looks wasn't all he had if that was it then he wouldn't be perfect, or at least the closest thing to it. No, he also had talent, skills that people would do anything to have. Then there was his stunning intellect. He was very intelligent, his mind was something not many could compare to, always being top of his class. A hard working honor student who's considered to be one of Japan's best and brightest. That was the title he thought himself to be. There was more to him than that. He wasn't Just Light Yagami. The son of Soichiro Yagami who was chief of the police task force headquarters. No, he was someone else in secret, unknown to every human. Light was also Kira. The biggest thing that has ever hit the world. History in the making that what Kira was. His goal was to eliminate all the criminals, one death at a time until his world was complete where he reigns over as the new god! Even if it meant sacrificing his own soul it was worth it. The world was rotten and it just kept getting worse. Everyday he had watched innocent people's announced death on T.V or another rape victim. The world cant go on like this anymore he had to make a change and with his new found power it was possible. He could do it, create a new world of peace, a world everyone desires. He was the only one who could do it, no one else would take the responsibility of doing anything in their power to make this a better world..only he could. Sure he knew killing was wrong, but it had to be done. Those who cause suffering for others don't deserve to live, they don't deserve a trial. That wasn't Justice in his eyes! Day after day criminals got away with their crimes because there was no evidence against them, but not anymore. Now he was the one who judged them, he was the one who decided who lived and died regardless of physical evidence. And his decision for crime was death...no second chances, no trial...Either a simple heart attack if they were charged with worse crimes or accidental death for lesser crimes. Those were his ideas when he first became Kira, a dream of a perfect world, but it showed more and more that he was losing control. The ability to kill he had been given was taking over his mind, making him a different person than who he used to be. He wasn't justice anymore, he was evil but couldn't accept that fact, or rather he was too blind with power and thoughts of being god to care. His goal was no longer for the world, but for himself. He had grown selfish and wasn't just killing criminals but those who got in his way. Innocent or not, it didn't matter; if they messed with him, interfered, or knew too much, he would eliminate them without hesitation. His heart was a dark place, and his thoughts were cruel. In a symbolic sense, he wasn't even human anymore. Light was sitting at his desk with his arm propped up and his chin resting in his palm as he gazed outside. He sat by the window on the right toward the middle-to-back area of the classroom. The lesson the teacher was giving was old news to him so he didn't feel like paying attention. All he really had to do was get the homework done, he didn't have to participate because he already knew the subject. His eyes moved from the window to the door once he heard the teacher stop talking and everything go silent. He looked at the girl that entered. He had never seen her before, she must be new. He could tell that she wasn't Japanese, if he was to guess by looks he'd say she was American. His eyes followed her, turning his head when she got out of eye sight until she sat down a few seats behind him. He didn't know why but something about her caught his interest. Maybe it was because she was a nationality that they don't get much of, so it was something new. After a few more minutes of watching her, Light turned his head back toward the window. An annoyed look then appeared on his face as his gaze looked to something else, but what he was looking at was a mystery. Light growled under his breath and looked back to the window, waiting with pure boredom for class to end.

Alex's green eyes traveled up the massive door. "What...the heck?" he whispered to himself, looking at the knob. "How...and am I going to do this?" The boy walked towards the door, sighing softly. He wore a light blue shirt and black pants, his hair a light brown almost blonde color. "Hello?!" he called, wondering where the heck that rabbit person had gotten off to. His eyes stayed on the giant door, and in particular the shiny doorknob.

It was just sickening, utterly sickening to be this absolutely late! But wait! Not only was she late, but someone or something had followed her in, followed her through the rabbit hole and unfortunately caught a glance of what was under that dress of hers because those dresses just weren't made for crawling. But she hadn't expected to crawl! She had expected to be on time! But her ears twitching and her head turning, the sound of a voice from the other side of the door left the rabbit curious, leaning forward before jumping back on the tips of her shoes. Oh dear~! She had led someone down down down, the hole in fact, and even showed them to the door! But it was just rude not to teach them how to get through now wasn't it! "Listen to the door silly, he's got all you need!" Her voice was light and airy, quite expected from her petite, though lightly curved frame, just upon her words, the door seemed to creak on its hinges, not opening, though eyes emerged from the panels. "All you need indeed~. What is it that you need?

It had been a long time waiting - three years - but Dimitri was once again in the Carpathian Mountains, standing in the forest, shaking the snow from his coat. It was coming down in sheets, so his coat was easily covered again by the blinding white. His blue eyes looked over his old homeland, and where he was when the Great War between the vampires and magi started. In his wolf form, he ran through the forest, to where a log cabin stood. Inside was the object that he had traveled thousands of miles, from Russia, for. The object of his affections and love... and his salvation. He stayed in the forest, knowing Gabriel's temper, knowing that going too near the house would give him a one-way ticket to pain and death.

Skyler sat inside, watching her adopted parents play with the children while she made dinner for herself and her siblings. Gabriel had promised that he would turn her after her 18th birthday, but she understood why he hadn't kept his promise for over a year. Dimitri. Just the thought of his name made her sigh - in longing and in anxiety. She could see herself caring for him... if she ever got over the horror of her past. Sensing someone outside, Skyler turned to the window. Seeing nothing immediately, she almost turned away. And then she saw the eyes, and looking harder, the outline of the wolf. Knowing instinctively who it was, she smiled a little, then returned to the counter. Thinking to Francesca, she asked her to keep Gabriel calm, she opened the door. "Come in, Dimitri," she said softly, knowing he would hear her. As soon as she said his name, she felt Gabriel beside her and nudged him away, before Francesca lured him back to the children. He still watched the doorway, practically glowering.

Hinata sighed as she looked around the forest, landing on a large tree branch not too far from the outer wall of Konoha. She was on a standard patrol around the outskirts of the village, one of several ninja assigned to such a duty, and frankly, she was bored. Nobody with ill-intentions came this close to the village. No bandits, no enemy ninja, nothing. The worst would be the odd wild animal attacking a traveller, and even that hadn't happened much lately. The animals had been learning to stay away from the paths, and the travellers were learning to stick to the paths rather than try to take a shortcut. "Still...not much longer I suppose." The Hyuuga girl slowly looked around, seeing what she was expecting - nothing. Still, despite being bored she couldn't turn down the assignment. She was much too shy to ever try such a thing. Turning to go once more, the girl adjusted her large, thick jacket before leaping to the next tree. Despite being a ninja for several years now, she still wore the jacket to hide herself, hiding even her ample chest from the world. Most girls, not just her age but even adults, would kill for a chest as large and firm as Hinata's, but she did her best to hide it, not wanting men to stare at her in such a horrible way. Perhaps that was why she was so shy and withdrawn. Maybe that was why she was always alone. Landing once more, Hinata took another look around, before starting to jump from tree to tree once more. She was on the lookout for anyone that shouldn't be around, but she didn't expect anything to happen, and in about an hour she could head home. "I know I shouldn't....but I'm almost wishing for something to happen just so there's something to do...

I know what you mean," Naruto whispered, as he stood up next to her, with his arms folded behind his head. A large grin came over his face as he tilted his head to the side, unfolding his hands before kneeling down next to her. Their bodies were extremely close. So what are you doing out here all by yourself?" he asked her, a little confused, raising an eyebrow slightly. "I would have come with you if you'd asked me, Jess." And here I spent all morning trying to look for you. Naruto smiled slightly, standing up once again before putting his hand on the side of the tree before jumping off of the branch and towards a nearby clearing. "Hay! I found this really close place just a little bit away from here. Come on, I want to show you." With that, Naruto was off, jumping from tree branch to tree branch, not even looking back, like he was so accustomed to. More than sure that Hinata was following closely behind. "You are so cruel," Kisame said softly, watching as Itachi used his Sharingan on Hinata, knowing that he wouldn't get any response from the quiet man. Quickly unfolding his arms, he automatically realized where Itachi was leading Hintai towards. Darting off towards that direction quickly followed behind Itachi as they moved through the trees unseen and unheard. Naruto landed inside of a cave, far off distance from Konoha, his hand gently touching the ground as he landed before standing up tall and turning around to Hinata. "Glad I didn't lose you back there." He told her, as he started to walk towards the back of the cave, getting further and further away from the entrance. There was nothing amazing about the cave other than the strange patterns that seemed to line the sides, hidden in darkness. Knowing that she could use her Byakugan at any moment, the Akatsuki clang stayed close by her, hiding in the shadows as Itachi lead her to her new home. Slowly Naruto stopped before turning around, revealing the wall around him, where it chains and hooks covered the walls. "It's lovely, isn't it?" He spoke before turning to her, his face distorted as he started to fade from view. Quickly Kisame grabbed her from behind before throwing her towards the wall, chaining her up before she could move away from him. "Well, that was rather easy," He spoke out loud, as the rest of the Akatsuki members started to appear around her.

Kouta sighed, sitting in his classroom on the top floor of the Karakura High School, leaning his head on his propped-up hand and glancing out the window. It was so unbelievably boring in this city and in the school itself; with nothing to do. Sure, he could see the ghosts and spirits floating around the city, but there weren't any in this school, and while the others could talk to him about what they knew or remembered, not in school. He sighed and idly listened to the lecture going on, brushing his hand through his short sandy hair and looking at the teacher with bored blue eyes. "When will this be over?" he mused to himself, and turned his attention back out the window. It was a cloudy day outside, and it looked like it was about to rain, according to the meteorologists who had been calling for such weather all week. Kouta was one of the rare humans who possessed massive amounts of reiatsu and was often hollow bait, and indeed, he had run into a few in the past, but always managed to get away from them somehow. It was scary knowing that something evil could pop up anywhere to try and consume your soul. "I wish I knew how to fight those things," he muttered.

Rangiku Matsumoto had been given a rather...special assignment by her Captain. She had been sent on a long-term assignment to the living world...posing as a High School student of all things...just to watch over some human. Still...this was no ordinary human...it was a rare one with a massive amount of spiritual pressure...and it was to be her job to protect him from Hollows. After all, it would be disastrous if a Hollow consumed that kind of power. Or worse yet, if the boy was killed and became a Hollow himself. No...that couldn't be allowed to happen...and so to prevent it she had been chosen to go and watch over him. Walking into the classroom in a school uniform, the boys of the classroom immediately stared at her, while girls looked on jealously. Matsumoto's blouse was half open, revealing much of her ample cleavage, and as usual she had foregone the restraints of an uncomfortable bra, so as she walked to take her seat her large breasts were bouncing slightly in her shirt. She immediately knew who the boy was, and ignored all others as she walked over to take a seat beside him before the lesson began, sitting between the boy and the window so she was fully in his vision whether he wanted her to be or not. She wasn't sure he'd know what she was...but if possible she was supposed to keep her status as a Shinigami a secret. She just needed to get friendly with him to make her job easier. "Well hello there, you look spaced. Something interesting out there?

Zelman Clock just watched from the roof of his complex, enjoying the night's sky. He sat there for some time, contemplating what he could do today that would be entertaining, since he had just woken up. He knew that his assistant would be coming soon with the day's news, but to him, that was just boring. "Really, there is nothing that can be done tonight?" He sighed and let the flame in his hand die down before jumping off the roof and landing on the ground without a problem. "Well, I might as well go and see what's going on around the Special Zone and see if I can get involved in anything," he said to himself.

Mimiko Katsuragi, who was the compromiser for the entire special zone, was walking around trying to find Jiro. "Jiro! Where is he?" she asked herself. At least Sei had taken Kotaro for her. Soon enough, however, she found herself pinned against a wall by a group of new vampires to the Special Zone. She screamed, "Help Jiro, Zelman, anyone!" The guy who had his hand on her neck said, "Quiet, girl, or we won't have to kill you." All the thugs smiled. Mimiko closed her eyes, "Damn it, why me? Help anyone!" She began gasping for air as the man pressed down on her neck to choke her. "I said shut up," he growled, hitting her head against the brick wall behind her before taking his free hand and beginning to undo her shirt. "You gotta pay," he added.

Balto was the big hero he was looking forward to having puppies when his owner moved back to the States. His owner quickly found him a new home, but what that had in store for him he could never imagine. The house was big; the owner must have had some money to build it. He didn't know anything about them - how old they would be or what they would look like. Slowly, he emerged from the cage, sniffing around the house. He could smell meat roasting. Arf! Arf! He barked, knowing humans would never know what he was saying. The big dog watched the roasting meat with hungry eyes.

Oh! He's here," the young woman said, coming up behind the dog. Almost silent, she moved. She looked young for someone who owned such a big house. And honestly, she lived there alone besides a few servants. Young Ki was an adult now, free to live on her own in her parents' mansion. She'd been in foster care most of her life, parents dying in a fire. Her only friend in the world happened to be her dog, Fido. And she and Fido had built an unnatural relationship... Ki smiled, lifting a hand to brush her blonde bangs out of her eyes as she looked down at him. "Smaller than I remember," she said with a little giggle, reaching down to pet him on top of the head before going into the kitchen to fetch him some pork that he seemed interested in. The little blonde was a bit under-dressed, wearing just her apron with nothing beneath it but her panties. She had always been an odd girl, and it was her house...

Evanthra sighed, looking off the side of the ship, and glanced up at the sky. The winds did not seem in their favor...and yet they were leaving. Was this trip really that important? Her pink eyes scanned the surface of the water for a moment before she ran a hand through her long black hair. Maybe she should have cut it before her journey started, but she loved the long locks. The only problem was it would probably be unbearably hot in Midgar during the summer. She turned back to the choppy water, making a face. Hopefully the gods would help them on their journey. She wasn't exactly looking forward to being on a wave-tossed boat for a day while they traveled to Junon. Of course, she was also hoping that she wouldn't somehow get thrown overboard. As the anchors were pulled up and the sail was opened, she made another face.

The days were starting to get boring for an immortal like Cloud... He was starting to want more than what they had... Yet he knew the only way such a thing could be done was if he went and did something about it. Some would describe his hair as quite outrageous, but his attitude towards things was another story altogether. But truth be told, he was starting to get lonely. The other gods were just not enough for him... As he wanted something more... Maybe even a human. In fact, he had already found someone of interest, but now it was just up to him to do something about it. Although his life was almost luxurious, he partially envied the humans. Sure, they lived and died, that was their cycle, but some of the things they got to do... Cloud and the others might be gods, but they just didn't experience things like those humans. He had decided that he would try to blend in and pretend to be one of those people. And well, Cloud had made sure that when he came down from his normal area, to be close to the one he was interested in, called Evanthra. Even now, he watched her as he looked at the boat the two of them and others would be boarding.

The only thing that Jill could think was that they had to stop Wesker, that they had to do it now. If they didn't, he would only go on to create more problems using Umbrella's Legacy as his tool. That is why she was willing to risk her life and as her and her partner, Chris Redfield, bore down upon Wesker after he had just killed Spencer in his home. Her form charged his and the next thing she knew, she and Wesker shattered the window and fell together off the very steep cliffside. Somewhere in the midst, she had lost consciousness but with the knowledge that she had stopped Wesker at last. At least, that is what she had thought. It was sometime later, she didn't know how long, that she regained consciousness. She felt horrible, sick even, and she was in some sort of holding cell. Her thoughts went back to Chris and to Wesker and she vaguely wondered if she were dead. Jill couldn't move, but could make out loud noises around her, voices, making out something about... a device? Jill wasn't able to dwell upon their words for long, because it was then that two men came into the cell and shot her up with a needle full of god knows what. She grew lightheaded, then dizzy, and proceeded to fall back into the blackness of drug-induced sleep. Little did she know that when she woke, she would have no control of who she was anymore, her last thought of her partner, Chris.

Unknown to Jill, she was on a ship. After she and Wesker fell from the cliffside, they had been washed out to sea. This was to Wesker's advantage, however, as with his inhuman strength, he dragged Jill unconscious body through a stormy sea until they reached his ship. Wesker had since been working with Tricell, who had given him this ship along with everything he needed for his trip to Kijuju. Once on board, he had Jill taken to the ship's lab to be fitted with an experimental device. Standing over Jill were two scientists dressed in surgical outfits who were busy fitting the device. They had stripped and washed her before they began to work on her. "Be careful with that," one of the scientists shouted at the other, who was being a bit careless with his work. "You saw what he did to Eric!" the scientist added, reminding his friend of the fate of one of their peers, whom accidentally destroyed part of the Las Plagas shipment. The man, Eric, was thrown around the room like a rag doll before suffering a devastating tumor to his chest thanks to a stomp from Wesker's boot. From the comfort of the ship's bridge, Wesker watched the surgery take place on a monitor. Around him, the ship's crew were busy going about their duties. Smiling sadistically, Wesker watched as the device was fitted to Jill's chest. The thought of the power he would have over her filled him with pleasure. "Soon, Jill, your body will be mine!" Wesker muttered to himself as he continued to watch the surgery take place. Soon though it was complete, and the scientists tidied up before leaving. Locking the door behind them just in case. As they left the room, Wesker entered. Making his way to the cell where Jill was, he stood at the window that looked in at her and awaited her to wake up.

An Alice in Wonderland role play featuring detox__ and Muffens-N-Kittens.

Cheshire stared at Alice. She knew what was beneath the dress; soft skin, perky nipples, and an overall lovely girl. It was time to show her new playmate her true form. Standing up on her hind two legs, Cheshire's body grew and stretched tall, growing curvy curves and nice sized breasts. Her butt was nicely shaped, her skin tanned with the pink stripped fur still existing on the sides of her legs, arms, and a long, silky tail hanging elegantly. She had long brown hair that was long, wavy, and very soft. She sat naked, her nipples and clit hanging out in the open. "Young child Alice, we shall engage in a round of jolly merriment and erotic tom-foolery with me, and thou shall enjoy every thrust of the sticky vines," Cheshire said, snapping her fingers and summoning a mass parade of tentacles came out of the forest. A tentacle flew towards Alice and constricted her. "Question one: If a cow laughs so hard then will milk come out its nose?" she asked, licking her lips playfully while she stared at Alice's chest.

Young Ashley Graham sat quietly by herself, the only sounds she made being weak whimpers as she tried to hold back tears due to the situation she was in. She had been kidnapped from her college and taken God knew where by these freaky men in cloaks who looked... stranger. Their faces just didn't look human anymore. Plus, their eyes almost seemed to glow red at times. She had no clue where she was, as she barely had any time to see her surroundings before the men just shoved her into this room and locked her in. She was alone and beyond terrified.

Roaming around the city were the once fair citizens of Plagas. Something had happened to them though, they were far from fair. As they walked around and moaned and groaned, they had smelled the girl's perfume and flesh. She smelled fresh, something that many of the Plagas could not say if they could speak. She was in the church, they knew that, but getting to her was matter at hand. How were they going to? One of them started to pound on the heavy church door. The pounding sound grew louder and louder in each passing minute. For now, these Plagas were not hungry, they wanted something else. They wanted the girl's body. The pounding grew louder still, but unlucky for Miss Graham, there was already a Plagas in the church. Once the minister of the church to the good people of Plagas, the man stumbled out of the shadows, still adorned in his minister gear. There was a steady stream of blood flowing from his mouth. Even God could not save him from this fate. With a roar, the thing charged her, with something besides feeding on his mind. As quickly as he had appeared, he had pinned her hands to the ground with his own, and was staring her down. The pounding seemed to stop as the minister snarled. This was not good for Miss Graham...

The roar of wheels could be heard, rolling down the pavement, this was his music since the battery in his only outlet of music ran out of energy. He wasn't complaining; it was indeed peaceful all things considering. He was moving out of the house he had spent all his life in to live with his father. Though he was eighteen and had all right to move out. He had no money or anything to move out with, so he was forced to turn to his father, whom he had not seen since he was young. All he knew was that his mother called him a crack scientist. Apparently, all of his works she said were useless. Yet nevertheless, he figured it would be interesting to live with him. After all, with him being a crack scientist, there would be a number of odd inventions he could find out how they worked. He himself, was a tinker, more into mechanical marvels than anything scientifically new. He enjoyed building helpful machines rather than boring old stuff. This fact is most likely what enticed his father to let him stay, so he could help him with his machines. This didn't bother him at all, as he would enjoy it. After all, he would be able to have the dogs there. Truly, he missed Mimi and Luna, for he hadn't seen them since he graduated. His mother had basically kicked him out while he was on vacation. Which was one thing that hurt but he saw it coming, after all, he wouldn't let go of his dogs. It was as he was deep in thought that his phone began to ring. 'Yo, Hiro-' was the only thing that was legible through out the conversation. It wasn't long before he pulled up to the shop his father worked at or rather owned. Pulling through the parking lot, he parked in the back, hopping out of the moving truck. "Who would think a crack scientist owned a bakery? Well, let's go see my girls." Hiro spoke, heading to the back door, unlocking it, heading in. He wasn't surprised that it was slightly messy in the back, with one staircase going up and another going down. He figured his dogs were upstairs, so he began heading up. "Mimi, Luna! I'm here, girls!" Hiro yelled wondering when he would hear the patter of paws. He was surprised at the size of the upstairs, which had two levels, he was on the first level, which should help. He slowly opened the door, unaware of what he would find.

It had truly been a long time since Hiro had even seen his father. Ever since the divorce, there had been many tensions between him and Hiro's mother. However, she had gotten tired of living with him and had quickly sent him off to live with his father, who certainly wasn't her favorite person in the world. Of course, his father was certainly an odd individual who had prided himself of being a scientist, perhaps not the most successful though. He had managed to get some odd experiments to work, but so far there was nothing worth commending. Upon hearing of Hiro coming to live with him, he had been at work once again. In a brief conversation with him, he had mentioned quite a surprise for him, though never went into any detail... His two dogs had been moved from his mother's house to his father's, as she wasn't fond of having to take care of them alone. After all, it was Hiro who was constantly looking over them and playing with them. Both were healthy females: Mimi, an energetic Border Collie, and Luna, and tough Siberian Husky. It had been a long time indeed since Hiro had seen them, and they would certainly be just as excited as he was to see them. Unknown to him however, this pair of canines had a major part in his father's experiments, but he had no way of knowing that quite yet. It would have to wait until Hiro had discovered it himself, and he would certainly be shocked. Nobody thought it would ever happened, but his father had really outdone himself this time. As he walked up the stairs calling for them, a few bumps could be heard on the door. If he listened carefully there seemed to be...voices? He hadn't heard anything about visitors. As the door swung open, there was a blur in front of him, and suddenly he could feel himself being pushed back onto the ground, followed by a few licks on his cheek. Certainly he could assume it was his faithful pets, but... "Welcome home Master! We missed you so much!" Sitting right on top of him was a girl, looking like around 17, but she had certain qualities that made her stand out. She had short black hair, with a bit of white at the tips, and what appeared to be a large pair of...dog ears on her head. If he looked behind her, he would see a bushy black tail, swishing wildly from side to side. The color of her hair seemed to match that of his Collie, Mimi. She was wearing only a white bra with a pair of matching panties. Her beautiful blue eyes stared down at Hiro, a bright smile on her face. "I'm so glad to see you again!" she said, again leaning in to lick at his cheek.

Buffy popped into the Magic Box for her afternoon sparring session with Giles. The chime sounded above the door, announcing her entrance, and she cast her gaze around the front of the shop as she shrugged off her ivory canvas jacket, revealing a strappy blue tank top. She tossed the jacket on the back of one of the chairs and looked around for her Watcher. She didn't see him, so it was possible he was already waiting for her or simply caught up in his books on the second level of the shop. Shrugging, she slipped behind the counter and pilfered a bottled water, sipping at it as she meandered casually into the back room. Setting the water aside, she slung a leg, clad in tight dark-wash jeans, up onto the pommel horse and began to have a bit of a stretch. Easing out the tension from her body was always soothing, and she lowered one leg and repeated the cycle with the other, feeling her lithe muscles stretch out and become more flexible with the stretches. The pommel horse having served its purpose for the moment, she bent forward and touched her toes, counting silently in her head. "Bllrgh," she picked the chain of her crucifix necklace from her mouth, it had a habit of getting in the way when she was stretching. Standing upright, she readjusted the chain on her neck with the clasp at the back and the charm centered above her cleavage. She slicked back her hair and fixed her ponytail, wandering around the room as she continued to stretch her arms, holding first one, then the other, behind her head. She was just wasting time now while she waited for Giles.

The man had barely gotten any sleep. All night long, he had stayed awake, mulling over certain ideas, certain concepts. Sure, it was true that he was a Watcher, and a damn good one at that, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all for naught. Something inside him yearned for him to be like he once was, in college, when he claimed to be one of the founders of Pink Floyd. There was nothing here for him. Defending this small town was all for nothing. The citizens would soon be dead anyway. The man put on a sweater, after getting out of bed, and headed downstairs. There was a new aura about him. He put his glasses on during the walk down and sighed as he got to the training room. The bags under his eyes were semi-obvious, though to notice them, you really had to be looking. "Well, are we ready?" He asked her with his usual British accent. He had something on his mind other than training that day. He had always wanted something more. He had always wanted Buffy to need him as he needed her. His hands were clasped together behind his back and he seemed limber enough, he needed no stretching. He had many tricks up his sleeve for this fight. With him, he had many artifacts. Including, a pair of almost unbreakable handcuffs, a blindfold, and even a gag, should he need to use it. The man kept his glasses on, and had the items stowed away on his person, unbeknownst to her. The man then looked at her and smiled. He would cut off the head, after Buffy, the rest should be easy. "Well... Shall we?" He said as he took his fighting stance. Something from Ancient Chinese arts, something he was well fascinated with. He would look for her to attack and disable her that way, maybe feed off her need for sex and affection. Something she couldn't have as the town's slayer. . .

It was their 6th year at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were, like the rest of Gryffindor House, celebrating a hard won Quidditch victory in their first game of the season. Students from 1st year to 7th year were joining in with the celebrations, almost deafening music echoing all around, students dancing all over the place, some a little closer than others, while the Butterbeer, with a little added kick to celebrate the special occasion, was flowing freely. Some of the 1st years were already passed out, especially those who'd never had a drop of alcohol before, but the older students still seemed to be partying hard, and they were certainly showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Even Hermione, who normally had little time for parties like this, was getting fully into the swing of things, gulping down a butterbeer, letting herself relax for once. With a laugh, she nearly slammed down her glass, refilling it before taking another sip, turning to head back to the dance floor, grabbing both Ron and Harry as she passed them, laughing and pulling them along with her. "Come on boys! Let's dance and have some fun!" It was clear that the butterbeer had gotten to Hermione, but then again, Ron didn't care. He liked Hermione this way, more carefree, not always quoting rules and trying to tell them why they shouldn't do something. With a laugh, Ron followed her out to the dance floor, beginning to join with her movements, though as the dancing progressed, and Hermione had a little more butterbeer, she seemed to be dancing a little closer to the two boys. As she moved, her ass would occasionally rub against their groin areas, turning to ensure both boys received the same treatment, though whether she was doing it on purpose or simply by accident, it was hard to tell....

It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, and Harry Potter was drunk -- not from alcohol, though, but from adrenaline and happiness. Gryffindor had won the first Quidditch match of season, and having totally obliterated Hufflepuff 240-30, the team was off to a marvelous start. Now the entire team, and truthfully, the whole House, was in the common room celebrating the victory in the best way they knew how: partying. The Gryffindor House was rather notorious for such things, and not all of the party games and activities were very school appropriate... They knew how to have a good time, and even McGonagall knew when to turn a blind eye to some of the festivities, as long as everybody cleaned up after themselves and they didn't do anything too crazy, such as set fire to the tapestries, or enchant the furniture and throw it out the windows so it would fly across the grounds, or send very crudely written 'love letters' to Professor Snape in the middle of the night. Harry couldn't stop grinning. After much insistence on Seamus' part, he took a shot of the Firewhiskey. He flinched and coughed as it burned its way down his throat. Eyes watering, he looked around, just in time to see Hermione passing him, as well as Ron, laughing and making their way to the spot in the middle of the room where a lot of people were dancing. Harry found himself laughing as well as they all danced together, and also found himself wondering where the night might lead... the way Hermione was grinding against him and Ron, he had a few ideas... "We should give you butterbeer more often, Hermione," Harry remarked with laughter. It was very rare to see Hermione this loose and uninhibited, just having fun instead of constantly worrying. Harry found that he quite enjoyed this side of her, but he loved every side of Hermione Granger. "I think the party might be starting to wind down," he added after a few moments. Indeed, there were less people dancing now, and it had quieted down somewhat. In fact, a lot of people were coupling off, either sneaking upstairs, or making out brazenly on the chairs and couches, some of them half-naked already. Harry gulped, and let his hands slip around Hermione's waist. "Do you reckon it might be time to turn in?" he asked, to no one in particular, and it was clear in his voice what he really meant.

Slowly moving through the trees, a tall slender tan-colored figure crept along as it searched for something to eat. Its gold and green eyes glimmered brightly in the afternoon sun that flitted through the treetops. The lopunny slowly hopped along an overgrown path through the woods in search of roots or berries to eat. She had both of her dainty small hands pressed close to her rather large chest. The lopunny sighed as she paused and looked around with a tiny frown upon her slightly pouty lips. She wasn't very good at hunting since she hadn't had to find food for herself since she was a very young pokegirl, back when she was still a bunary. That was before she evolved. Jewel, for that was the lopunny's name, was a beautiful pokegirl. She was tall and slender, standing at about 5'8" and weighing 120 lbs. Her figure was a little curvy with slender shoulders and a tiny waist that flared out into wider hips with long firm legs. Her legs were a little muscular and firm, showing off the amazing strength she had. At the end of her legs she had tiny feet. The pokegirls fur was a silky chocolate brown, but her front from her nose all the way down to between her legs back to near her tail was a cream color. Her calves and feet were the same color, as well as the lower half of her ears and the fluffy fur around her wrists. She had a fluffy tail right above her perky tight round ass. Her eyes were big with long eyelashes framing the forest green and golden orbs and she had a cute little pink nose that wrinkled slightly when ever she smiled. As she thought of her owner, her floppy ears moved to cover her eyes a little before she shook her head and pushed all the thoughts of her past out of her mind. They were depressing thoughts and she didn't want to think about it at the moment. So she lifted her cute little nose into the air and sniffed before smiling when she caught the scent of some berries. Smiling a little wider, she moved in the direction that she could smell them from and spotted a bush with the berries. Moving over to it, she began picking and eating the fruit.

Not too far away from the berries the Lopunny had spied, a young man lay on a bed of leaves, one leg crossed over his other leg, bent as it was, his foot swaying idly through the air. Halloway Michaels, something of a starting trainer, had clear blue eyes focused on the sky high above, of a similar shade of blue. He'd only recently started his journey, and had only one pokegirl; a flat-chested Rattata he got from his older brother. Unlike well, most pokegirls, this one wasnt very attractive at all, but she was wild, and surprisingly strong. Perfect for capturing weaker, prettier pokegirls. The purple-furred Tina sat with her legs crossed several feet from her master, Halloway. He stood at a rather impressive 62, with dirty blonde hair that framed a handsome tan face. His strong chest and wide shoulders were covered with a somewhat tight black shirt, over which he wore a dull green jacket with the sleeves rolled up. He wore jeans and a pair of hiking boots besides, and his leather bag lay below his head, though the stuff he had in- his bag didnt make for a good pillow. As Tina stood up and with her keen nose became aware of the nearby Lopunny, she knelt down. Master, she whispered, and Halloway pushed himself into a sitting position. Yeah, Tina? he asked, brushing his rear off as he stood up. Tina pointed, and a wide grin spread over Halloways face as he caught sight of Jewel. She was a 10 by any scale, with such a hot, tight little body. Halloway reached into his bag for the necessary pokeball to catch this wonderful little prize. Tina, tackle, he said, and with Halloway grinning the entire time, Tina launched herself at Jewel. The thin, strong pokegirl caught Jewel around the waist in mid-leap, landing with her in a heap on the berry bush. The ripe berries, thick and red, burst on impact, covering the two girls with the sweet juices of the berries. Feeling himself already start to harden, he threw the pokeball at Jewel, the ball cracking open on contact, red energy covering her furred body, before it coalesced into a bright pink collar around her neck. Unlike normal pokemon, the pokegirls couldnt be confined to a pokeball; instead, it formed a collar on them, which still declared them as property of a trainer.

It was late at night and Ava found it difficult to sleep. Every since she laid down at around 9pm, well, she couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot. Not to mention her mind was filled with so many memories of the past few days. Mostly, it started out so simple. She came into the sterile room where marines had restrained a half dazed #24. The drugs used on the young Xenomorph would surely wear off in a few moments, but it was enough time to strap the female to a familiar steel table and leave her completely exposed to Ava's poking and prodding. Things had become so innocent and logical. Testing the female's reaction to pain and other stimulation. Slowly working the young female over until finally they had gotten to a point where they noticed just how human this one was becoming. Her genitalia was similar to that of the human female. It swelled when aroused and became slick with a strange substance. At first, they thought it might be as corrosive as the xeno's blood, but no. It was moist and sticky. Things progressed drastically after that... From teasing and toying to actual sexual stimulation. Coaxing an orgasm from the animal until finally they received a sample of her fluids. It was tested to see if there were any toxic agents within. None. If anything, there seemed to be something that encouraged sexual chemicals to be released. Almost as though the creature was built to coax it's lover to want it more and more. It had been tested on Ava. She tasted the sample and felt a warm tingle within her. Nothing strange or different, but she spent the night aching for something, anything... Now, Ava lay awake and all she could think about was #24 in her confinement. It seemed unfair. To have such a beautiful creature secreted away like that. #24 deserved better. She wasn't like the other Xenomorphs they kept under lock and key. She certainly wasn't like the Queen that had spawned her. #24 was a rare, beautiful gem among scientific discoveries. It was also speculated that #24 might be able to breed like her mother. That #24 wasn't a mindless drone, but a young queen herself. Those were the thoughts that killed Ava's mind as she got out of bed and redressed herself in what she wore that day. Shrugging on her lab coat and grabbing her identification, she made her way down to the ship's hull where they kept the different subjects separated. Probably one of the most dangerous places to be, but she didn't care. She needed to see #24 again. If only to talk to the creature. Ha. Think about it... a human... wanted to talk to a Xenomorph. Was there anything more ridiculous then that? Then again, Ava suspected that #24 was learning and understood more then most of them knew. "At ease, Soldier", she breathes. Holding up her tag, she flashes a stiff smile. "I'm merely here to check in on the subject." "We didn't receive any orders of a late night visit, Dr. Bradley." The soldier, an older man in his mid-30s to early-40s regards her with some amount of suspicion. "Yes, well, I'm the doctor here, aren't I? And that's my project in there. Let me through so I can check on it." Yes, she has to keep her voice neutral almost cool. #24 couldn't be anything to her other then some creature they were studying. "Are you going to let me pass or will I have to contact your superior and tell him that we have a problem?" A frown touches the older man's lips. He obviously doesn't care for the doctors. Still, he lets her pass, but not before asking Ava if she needs the subject restrained first. "No, I've been working with this one and we have an understanding." That gives the make a moment to look confused before Ava brushes past him. All it takes after that are a few pass codes, another conversation with another guard detail and then she stands in front of #24's room. With a slow breath, she starts punching in the numbers. This is dangerous. Going into a room with an unrestrained Xenomorph. There's a chance that #24 had been drugged for the evening, but Ava has no clue. Once the door slides open, she steps inside. "Twenty-four?", she calls out softly, hoping her voice would sound familiar to the creature. "Are you awake, girl?

While there was still some debate among the scientists on whether or not the Xenomorphs actually needed things like sleep, for what those arguments were worth, Xenomorph Specimen #24 was still fully active when the good Doctor accessed the blast door separating her isolation cell from the rest of the facility. Alerted already by the sounds of the locks disengaging, the hybrid Xenomorph had scurried up the walls of her isolation cell, easily blending in with the dark-colored resin she had been creating ever since she had finished maturing. Already, the room and its atmosphere strongly resembled that of a Nest. She had been learning at an advanced rate when compared to her brethren, a combination of the communal Hive intelligence between them, and her own advanced nature. It was through her that most of the Xenomorphs knew of where they were, and where the prey was. She knew to stay away from the doors, to draw the humans into her domain. She had covered the vents that emitted the gas that sedated her with her resin, making it a much more difficult task of retrieving her. As the door growled open - a sound that she just as much felt as heard - she felt the wash of cooler air as it stabbed into the more humid and warm atmosphere her kind favored, carrying with it the scent of two humans - one unknown male and one familiar female. Curiosity. The sound that the female made, as well as her unique scent, instantly gave #24 the exact location she was standing at. She slithered across the ceiling, silent death packed into her jet-black frame. Had she not been so intrigued, she could have killed the two of them before they were ever aware of her presence. She let out a threatening hiss that was quickly absorbed by the room, before dropping down in front of the open door, landing perfectly. Her human-like body quivered, her attention focused not on the woman, but the panicking guard with the object in his hands. She could smell his terror, instincts drove her. Danger. Threat. Kill. Inside her mind, the other Xenomorphs were also screaming for blood, she had a clear path of escape. Free them, make a Hive, spread. And for a ponderous moment she almost struck out at the pair. Gradually though, she turned her attention to the female. #24 knew her scent, the specific sound her voice made, her image. She studied the human female with a dark curiosity that much of her species lacked, rushed images of memory stirring about in her mind. Prey? Distorted fragments of memory, the woman. White space, cold against her, warm within. Unknown feelings stimulating every nerve ending. The woman. Soft touches, something inside. Trembling. Soft sounds. Pure, enrapturing whiteness. The woman. Ally. Cocking her head slightly, she let out a soft hiss and seemed to relax, despite the enraged shrieks of the other Xenomorphs drifting in her mind. Once again, she proved her abnormality by purposely shutting out their presence, functioning independently from the Hive Mind?her own being. Despite the fact that she beat the human in height by nearly two feet, she crouched down to be almost at an eye level with her, her whip-like tail lowering in a more subdued manner. But it was that same tail that was an ever present reminder to the guard of the danger that he was staring at. Was the woman mad? She had willingly opened an isolation cell containing an unsedated specimen! He had been part of the USCM for several years before Weyland-Yutani had hired him to protect their twisted little pet projects. He had seen combat on dozens of worlds during his career, and yet these creatures made him want to piss his pants. And yet this woman, completely unarmed, without even as much as a bulletproof vest, was standing less than five feet from one. He gripped the M41A a little bit tighter, taking a step backwards, if only to be just one step farther away from this killing machine and the crazed woman who had released her. Why weren't they dead yet? Movement! #24 let out a shrieking hiss, her attention snapping completely back on the guard, her bladed tail whipping angrily as saliva drooled from her lips, rising back up to her full height of nearly eight feet. The panicked guard whipped the pulse rifle at the poised Xenomorph, his grim face almost sheet white. He could feel a warm stain spreading across the front of his combat fatigues. #24 trembled, every muscle in her body taut and ready to lunge, tear the human apart, but the woman stood in her way. She could not harm her. Fighting against generations of instinct, she hissed dejectedly, but withdrew, lowering her form and almost sulking back into the depths of her cell.

Fred Weasley grinned slightly as he examined his latest, perhaps greatest, creation. At first glance, it looked like a harmless little candy. At first taste, it even tasted like a harmless little candy. But this was most certainly no ordinary candy, and this was certainly not something that Fred would be suggesting to his twin that they put up for sale. Well...perhaps not immediately anyway. There was still one last thing left to do...test it. And Fred had the perfect subject in mind, his twin brother George. With a wicked grin, the 15-year-old turned to leave, heading out towards the Gryffindor bathrooms. George had gone to take a bath, and Fred was on his way to join him. "Hey!" Fred grinned as he entered the large bathroom, closing and almost invisibly locking the door behind him. George was the only one in the bathroom at the time, and they would need some privacy for this. "Here, made something for you to try," Fred tossed the candy at his twin brother, knowing few, if any, questions would be asked as to what it was. "It's a new candy flavour I came up with, give it a try." Of course, what Fred wasn't saying was that the candy was actually a new, incredibly potent aphrodisiac. Within minutes, if not sooner, of eating it, the eater would begin to feel intense, almost painful arousal, and it would become easy to manipulate them. And Fred had such plans to manipulate George....oh, he was going to have some fun tonight....

George grinned at his mirror image, "Took you long enough." He said as he caught the candy with a wet hand and unwrapped it, giving it a light sniff. "So what's it do?" He asked before innocently slipping it between his lips. The candy was sweet and faintly warm from whatever enchantment it held, and he swallowed it. He waited a moment, and nothing happened. "I think it's a dud," he said with a shrug, glancing up at his brother again. "Are you going to bathe too?" He asked, having noticed the locked door. "Why lock it? It's not like anyone's going to watch." He sunk under the water and pushed his flaming red hair back as he came up, his gaze moving back to his brother as he felt something stir in his lower stomach almost as if... He trailed a hand lower, the touch more pleasurable than it should have been against his slowly hardening length. He moved closer t the wall, hoping Fred wouldn't notice. He'd never hear the end of it otherwise. Of course, it occured to him briefly that the candy may have caused it, but that had never been a side affect before, and he couldn't see why his brother would make such a thing, much less try it out on his twin. The need grew stronger, what could he do? If he got out of the water Fred would notice. if he did anything to solve the... er.. 'growing' problem, he'd be too obvious, and if he stayed there... His fingertips brushed skin again, "Ah..." He couldn't hold in the small gasp. "Fred... what was... what was in that candy? I don't think it's supposed to have this kind of reaction..." he said, a blush spreading over his face and ears.

Almost time..." Thunderbolt thought to himself as he stood in his room, looking out over the city below. He was an older man, once a hero, but he'd split off and started his own group... taking his dark secret with him. The secret of having raped a villain named Jynx years ago, one that had produced a daughter, who was now all grown up and part of his new group. One that looked so much like her mother... one with whom he had sex constantly. Not like she seemed to mind; he always brought her to climax and she always begged for it.

The girl Thunderbolt had sired, his dark little secret was named Clover, for her extraordinary luck. But despite her own luck, she was a bit of a klutz, and many called her Jinx Jr., both for the way she dressed and the misfortune she often unintentionally brought on those around her. As Clover arrived at her father's door, she wiped her tears on her sleeve. The sessions may have been secretly enjoyable, but she hated them all the same, a constant reminder to the petite 16-year-old of who she was and why she could never have a normal life. Father had drilled that into her long ago.

It was a boring, uneventful sort of day. The sun was high up above, shining down brilliantly, shimmering off the waxy surface of the tall grass and waters of the cool lake. A few bird Pokemon could be heard chirping and chittering rather happily in the trees, but there were no figures visible, only sounds heard. The clouds overhead moved lazily through the tall leafy canopy, as if nature itself had decided to relax and come to an almost complete standstill, though one might expect an explosion of sorts to suddenly tear through the air and break the silence. Nothing of the sort happened unfortunately. The only movement came from a trainer and his partner, a Jolteon male. Both shared the same gleaming green stare, though the trainer was dressed while the Jolteon seemed to enjoy letting his rather menacing-looking spikes keep him covered and looking less exposed, though of course he was exposed to the elements. The blond boy sighed. His Pokemon partner followed suit. "Not a single trainer, Pokemon or battle all day long," the boy complained as he slumped, dropping his pack down on the ground to kneel over the small crystal clear water to splash his face. "I know," his Jolteon, who like his trainer seemed to share the same lust for excitement and action, said. "Nothing at all... today is boring and dull." He sent arcs of electricity surging through his spiked mane, which did well to cover his features. "I know," the boy said, seeming almost cautious in speaking with his disgruntled Pokemon. "We still have a few days till we get to the next town, so we have plenty of time to run into something to do before a gym battle," he said, which seemed to calm the Jolteon down just a bit, but only a bit.

Oddly enough, the same could be said about the day of another sort of plane, another universe of existence, a parallel one. A somewhat boring, uneventful day seemed to be in store for a young hedgehoggirl as well, as she sat underneath a tree, close to Emerald Hill. Lately, things around here had been quiet, peaceful, calm...which to some was nice, but the girl actually found it all rather boring. Generally, when one grows up in a world which is almost constantly under attack by a disgruntled fat man and his creations, you tend to get used to always being active. Being the sort to always enjoy being out and about, Canta had been spending her day just relaxing, trying to get used to it...and failing terribly. "Dammit...I know I shouldn't be hoping for an attack or something, but why can't something happen today?" As she spoke to herself, eyes closed, her ear twitched lightly, sliding open an emerald orb, glancing past her red streaked pink hair, as her scarf began to blow in an upcoming wind. "What...?" Suddenly, the wind started picking up, forming what looked like a tornado or vortex about twenty feet from her, starting to force anything not nailed down to come closer, Canta included. Springing to her feet, she started to drag her booted feet into the grass, trying to pick up speed in the other direction. While not every hedgehog was gifted with the speed of light or sound, she was no slouch...but this close, without any warning to run, she didn't have much of a chance. Letting out a yell, she was lifted off her feet and tossed about, before blacking out. A flash or two of thunder could be heard above the trainer and his Jolteon, as the wind tunnel seemed to form high above the tree, spitting something out of it, as it came falling through the tree, then splashing down near the bank of the little lake. It was Canta, the hedgehog, passed out, hair a mess, shirt pushed up near her chest, and skirt tussled around, with her scarf and arm-sock glove looking close to falling off.

The sensors set the door to shut behind them, and with the door's sound came the culmination of the day's surreal feel. It was like a period at the end of a sentence, a sentence Anakin had been crucial in crafting, yet even now was unsure of its necessity. It bore a degree of gravity, though, a very real degree; an undeniable swan song of what they once were, and could never be again. The Imperial Senate had been slain on Coruscant only two days prior, as had the Jedi Council, his own brethren, and all by his hands... Wincing his eyes shut as all that had occurred really settled into his mind, lingering just inside the door of the royal chamber he and his wife would share for the evening, Anakin swallowed down the lump in his throat, swallowing it all the way to the pit of his stomach. He reached out to press his palm against the scanner beside the door. With a few soft beeps and a simple word, "Lock," that was it. The day of fear-inspired parades and speeches of a new future had officially drawn to a close with the shutting of their bedroom door. In the wake of all the bloodshed his wife had emerged to an imperial throne as Empress, and he her very capable right hand. Had it been right? Anakin's touch lingered against the scanner, almost leaning against it, his shoulders bearing a slight slump and his head in a defeated bow. Padme had urged him one direction and Palpatine - Sidious - another. Both wanted killing. Both wanted the murders he'd been driven to, rounding up those capable of standing against him and cutting through them with a brilliant, unwavering blade. Sidious' desires had been for domination, to rule, with Anakin as his second and one day heir. Padme... Padme wanted peace, didn't she? Take out the corrupt. Take out those who would protect the corrupt. That left only she and him to rule as the people needed to be, didn't it? It was the same exact thing as Sidious had wanted, sameexact, he knew, staging a violent coup to then be the one on top, just presented in a prettier package. But she was his wife, and his... owner. Her sweet words held a seductive sway over him, like a siren of the sea, willing him to a desire for everything she was. Yet had she not purchased him like a commodity from Watto when he was a young boy, Anakin knew he would always be drawn to her regardless. And what of his master, Obi-Wan? The sorrow in the Jedi's face had cut Anakin deep, though not nearly as deep as he'd likely cut his teacher. Whether or not Obi-Wan had any clue what drove Anakin to the murders, whether or not he'd noticed, truly noticed the darkness taken root and growing within him for years now, the former Padawan could not be sure. He knew only that the Jedi Master had not slain him when he'd had the chance - nor had Anakin slain him either. Both hesitated. Clashes of their deadly blades had come without recourse, but each time the opportunity of an ending blow surfaced, neither took it. Perhaps... perhaps each had, once or twice, left themselves open in hope that the other would simply end their pain. Sidious had been a different story. The man had been dark. Vile. Worse than those he wished to replace. Sidious had been a tool for Anakin to hone the fermenting pain he'd otherwise been unsure of how to handle. Sidious had taught him much, though was never considered a teacher. Like the rest in his rampage, Anakin cut him down. The only difference was that Sidious, in his death, was revealed to be a Sith Lord, and so the murders that were committed were all put upon him, a corpse whose sentence had already been carried out. Anakin Skywalker was the hero that slew the evil menace, though regretfully arrived too late to stop the carnage. Obi-Wan knew the truth, however. He was the last, and in time Anakin would search him out, but for now... For now Senator Padme Amidala had emerged as the only potential leader left. Her coronation took place near instantly, followed by a day of speeches, an afternoon of parades, and an evening so full of feasting and revelry one could easily forget there had been any deaths to begin with. But now... now Anakin was alone with his thoughts. Alone, with his wife. His owner. His mistress, and his love. The Jedi's palm lingered against the scanner as he remained there in thought. A confrontation with Obi-Wan was inevitable, whether the man sought to expose the truth or not. The potential was there, and he knew his keeper would order the man to be found, feelings aside. Would he need to atone when that time came? Or steel himself, steel what he had done and follow this course to the end, right or wrong? ...It didn't matter. He was allowed his opinions, he was allowed his thoughts, but when it came down to it Anakin Skywalker was not allowed his will. Empress Padme Amidala, formerly of Naboo and now of everything within billions of light years of reach, was the controller of his conscience. As much as he hated to think about it, at the same time he loved it. And he hated that truth more than anything. Yet he loved her too much to ever want it to change. "We've had a big day," he finally said after a solid minute, relaxing his stance but otherwise not moving. "I'm... tired. As you must be too." Hopefully she wouldn't have the energy for it tonight. Hopefully she would. Finally turning, dressed in loose white Jedi robes with a formal red and gold design for the day's grand occasion, Anakin spoke as he approached their evening's bed, his eyes moving anywhere but to her own. "It'll be even bigger tomorrow. Coruscant's fleet is prepared as you asked to take us to a number of important planets so we may firmly establish your rule. We need only to pack, and to board in the morning when we are ready.

There was a saying: "I am honored, humbled, even ..." Absolute power corrupts absolutely. "I will bring forth peace and prosperity for all ..." Was it true? "In the wake of what turned out to be a tragically avoidable massacre, we will emerge stronger than ever ..." Was it really impossible for a single person to rule justly? "With the Imperial Senate dissolved, we shall wash our hands of it's corruption and inefficiency ..." Could such power be safely vested in one former Senator? "Together we shall embark on a new era-- the era of the first Galactic Empire ..." Was this no more than a glorified dictatorship? "I promise, I will not lead you astray ..." Did promises mean anything anymore? Such questions and more were ample food for thought, but none dared to speak out loud. Padme Amidala was named Empress in a smothering silence. There was scarcely a heavy breath amongst the entire audience. When at last the coronation was complete, the applause was at first hesitant, as though her constituents were unsure whether or not such a thing would be acceptable - but eventually the applause turned thunderous and the cheers roaring. In such elation it was easy to forget those hard-hitting questions. It was easy to celebrate and revere the Empress' success, to trust her and feel hopeful despite the carnage of the past several days. A new era, indeed. And while Empress Amidala may have overwhelming support on Coruscant, that wasn't enough for her. In the next few weeks she would campaign nonstop until she had the unanimous 'vote' of the most vital sectors in the Imperial Core: Illodia, Alderaan, Corellia, Brentaal IV, and Humbarine, which would be the most difficult to win over of all. As if the galaxy had any choice but to accept her anyway. That was true, but Padme knew that if she could give speeches, organize parades or throw banquets, if she could only capture their ear for a moment or two, that she'd have them hooked. That was how politics worked. You had to gain the people's support, but you had to make them think that it was their idea. Padme was confident. It was easy to love her. Her physical beauty alone lent itself well to adoration, even worship. That coupled with her intelligence, her charm, her grace and strength and humility made her the perfect candidate in every sense. One gentle smile, one squeeze of the shoulder, one warm, inviting glance was all it ever took to draw them in. Her way with words took care of the rest. It came naturally to her, the words pouring from her lips like a deadly lullaby which lulled her subjects into a coma of obedience and faithfulness whether they liked it or not. And there was none so obedient and faithful than her dear husband. Sweet Anakin. He would do anything she asked and more. She could look into his eyes and make the most horrific requests and know that he would carry out every abominable task without question or complaint; though she could see in his own eyes how he broke a little bit each time. Padme would always be there when he came crawling back. And every time she would pick up the shattered pieces and recast them into something sturdier and more menacing than before. The Anakin she had met all those years ago on Tatooine was long gone, and in his place was a new man of Padme's own creation, a strong and dutiful soldier molded from the pliable clay of death and chaos and destruction. Padme heard the door swish open. She saw Anakin's reflection in the corner of her mirror, his tall, broad body lingering near the door like an uncertain boy half his age. She grew a little tired of it sometimes, when he was like this. As if she couldn't sense his complacency, his sadness and confusion which mostly boiled down to a rather dark and primitive fury. But she said nothing, made no biting remark or insult, barked no order at him. She waited until he spoke first. When he did, Padme, perched on a comfortable chair in front of vanity, turned to face him. She offered him a kind, but knowing, smile. So it would be this game again. He too "tired", and she having to coax him into it, to draw him forth (sometimes sweetly, sometimes brutally) from his denial and into the throes of undeniable passion. Try as he might, there was no escaping it - and perhaps even worse, there was no escape from the fact that he always,alwaysloved every second of it. "Tired?" she repeated, as she stood up to meet him at the foot of the bed. The silky ivory fabric of her night gown pooled at her feet, and draped over her body loosely, yet was just sheer enough to reveal a tease of the curves and softness that lay beneath. With her hair freed from elaborate the elaborate headdresses of the day, and laying in relaxed curls across her shoulders, she looked almost like a goddess. Anakin, I can't feel anything but thrilled... I'd thought-- I'dhopedthat you would feel the same. Today was a monumental event, a true milestone for the future of the galaxy." She reached up and cupped his cheek in her small hand and turned his head, forcing him to look at her directly. "While I'm sure being on your feet all afternoon was tiring," and there it was, the sting that cut through the honey of her voice to strip his defenses, "the day is not quite over yet." Padme smiled a little, again, and slipped her hand to the nape of his neck, where slender fingers twisted in sandy brown hair and pulled, hard, yanking his head back. She kissed the exposed column of his throat, almost affectionately, and then whispered into his ear, "You forget; sleep, especially in my bed, is a luxury that you must earn." She released his hair and ran her hand down his chest now, where she could feel the rapid thud of his heart, which was already beginning to race. She smirked. "Tell me, Anakin, just how tired are you? What might you be willing to do for the pleasure of sleeping beside me?

His mother had always said that when the world goes to shit, keep up a hobby. Eoin kept plants, and by God, he kept them well. His little garden down in his lab-turned-home was sort of like a barometer for the condition of the world, an inverse relation between the beauty and majesty of those little ordered plants (all named and numbered, of course, in his tiny, neat writing) and the hell the outside world had become. The more work Frank had him do, the better he took care of the plants. Sometimes he mixed the two, work and home: people made a fantastic mulch. Tending his plants gave him a sort of peace that he could only now find in what had become personal experiments. He was a geologist, but the work Frankie had him on was completely unrelated to the untrained eye. To him, it was just his subject fast forwarded: a little pressure here, the meeting of two unmovable forces, some heat, wait a bit and people, societies were just like rocks. His job was to find where to place the TNT. He was good at that. Damn good. Sometimes, when he'd done particularly well, Fra No, Atlas was what he went by these days, but either way, he was still the same handsome, charming man - sometimes he sent flowers and a little handwritten note with promises, sweet words and apologies for leaving him alone. At forty-three-goddamned years old, he couldn't help but melt like ice dropped in a hot cup of coffee. In the beginning, his lab assistants, mostly women but all aware that he was an old fruit, would tease him fondly when he tucked away a new note into his breast pocket. They'd always go out for drinks afterwards, and the lanky Irishman, prim and proper and oh so very much the professor, would buy them all a few rounds, handsome face going as red as his hair as the night went on. They'd all stumble back to their own places or, if the need arose, to someone else's, stupid smiles on their faces as they bid each other good night. No one smiled at him anymore. And instead of laughter, all he ever heard was the thump-thump-thump of a wrench as some poor sod tried to get into the lab, or perhaps the long screech of one of those hooked madmen. If he did hear laughing that was even worse: the only people that managed a good guffaw these days were completely rotted out in their brains. When he went out, he heard gunshots. No one messed with him, of course: he was Atlas' man, easily recognizable since he no longer had to hide it. And if some of Ryan's dogs came for him, well, he had access to more body guards than anyone other than Ryan himself. Atlas, after all, was too valuable to go out, so little ol' Eoin did it. In the beginning, it had bothered him; but this was the right thing to do, right? Ryan was the one that hated charity and all, and Frank had seen the widening gap between the haves and the have nots and set out to fix it. Oh, sure, some of the methods were questionable, but wasn't these days? If you could get bread in the mouths of hungry kids, what did it matter that a few two-bit wannabe mobsters ended up shot full of lead in the streets? And Frank spoke so gently to him, never called him names nor bit him with words; Eoin couldn't believe half the things they said about what the man did. No, Frank was a good sort, and once this all settled down, Rapture would be better for it. Some days, if he spent enough time with his plants, he actually believed that lie, and that was enough to keep him jumping at the short wave radio as it crackled to life. He had to go set another charge in another crack in the unmovable wall that was Andrew Ryan. Because Eoin Griffiths knew that if you set enough and found the right spots, you could bring down any mountain. It was just a matter of time and pressure.

Dr. Winston felt unwell. It was the noise - he was sure he would be fine without it, but it pounded into his head in a way that made his vision pulsate and left him sitting with his face in his hands because moving made him feel sick to his stomach. The noise - he had no idea what it was - came from the other side of the door, and it had been going on for days or weeks, he couldn't tell anymore. He had work to do, didn't they know that? But they just kept making noise, causing a racket just on the other side of the door. He'd lost track of how long it had been since he'd had peace and quiet. He had to finish his work; people were relying on him to finish it, needed it done faster, needed it done yesterday. But he'd lost his last assistant not so long ago, and he had no idea where she had gone to either. It occurred to him that there used to be other people in the lab too, but they were gone as well, he just couldn't quite remember where they'd gone to. He just knew they were gone. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was finishing his work. He just needed some quiet. He just needed a little peace so he could finish up, that was all. If he could have that, then he could get it done; it was important after all. As he walked around the stainless steel table, the heel of his boot dragged through a thick, congealing pool of blood and smeared across the otherwise pristine white floor. Kevin wasn't entirely sure what to do; he hadn't even really made the decision to move to Rapture, he'd just thought it sounded nice and he'd gone because his brother would be there, but he had been a little strange lately and hadn't come around since New Year's - that was nearly two weeks ago - and that meant that Kevin would have to decide what to do on his own. He picked his brain for the solution and discovered it wasn't coming easily to him because, really, this wasn't something he'd had to think about before. He'd managed to bar his front door shut using a tea trolley, but the wild thrashing on the other side didn't seem to be dying down; it had been happening a lot lately, but they usually gave up after a few minutes - this one had kept on for nearing an hour now, and it was making him think he might actually have to do something about it. Rapture had gone funny lately, and since New Year's people had begun to act strangely - it had started off small, reports of violent attacks within the city. It happened sometimes, even in a place like Rapture, but after a day or two the reports had become more frequent until they had stopped coming altogether and now the radio would only play smooth jazz and had stopped giving any news at all. Initially, Kevin had thought this might be a good sign; maybe there was just nothing to report, but he became certain something was off around the time people had started trying to knife his door open. They screamed, too; not a normal sort of scream either - it was a piercing shriek and usually they were talking, but it was a lot of nonsense and they kept trying to get in. Generally he would just turn up the radio and wait for them to go away like unwanted Jehovah's witnesses, and usually it worked, but this one was very persistent and Kevin was sitting on the floor in front of the tea trolley trying to figure out what he should do about it. He reached up and plucked a stale sugar cookie from the tray above him and quietly chewed on it; he didn't want to go out there - that was pretty clear. Of course, he couldn't stay in his living room forever either - eventually he would need to leave. He'd stopped worrying about getting to work; he was sure that his excuse was a legitimate one - people were constantly trying to get into his home with sharp things. Not just one person, either, it was all different ones and it was just good carpentry that had kept them out. There was another of those piercing shrieks and the trolley rattled against Kevin's back so hard that he peered over the edge of it and found the end of what appeared to be a glaive sticking through his door, the tip roughly an inch from his own eye. Kevin swallowed the bit of cookie as the blade was wrenched from the other side and pulled back out; over the weeks, the door had started to splinter in places, and now there was a sizeable hole that he could see through and out the other side - and he found a bloodshot eye looking back at him through it. "Please go away," Kevin whined, leaning against the trolley as the pounding on the door began again, and the eye was gone, so he could only assume the person on the other side was throwing herself against it. Alright, maybe being polite wasn't the solution, "I really - um, if you're trying to sell something, this is honestly getting ridiculous. Do you have a manager? I might need to speak to him." He was answered with a series of incoherent shrieks, more pounding; the door splintered, "Look, you sound like a reasonable person," he lied loudly, trying to make himself heard over the uncontrolled screaming, "Can't we just talk this over? In fact, we don't even need to talk - you could just stop trying to knock my door down and go away, and this will be solved. I'll even deal with the damage myself - I can fix it, no problem. Really." The pounding stopped. The noise stopped. Everything stopped except for Kevin's breathing and he stood there for a long moment, stone still, listening for anything - there was nothing. He let out a breath of relief - only slightly too soon, because then there was hammering and the sound of metal on metal. He barely had time to think because the door was suddenly gone, and all that was standing between him and the crazed woman was the flimsy cart and a tray of cookies; she was short and squat, middle-aged, dressed in a blood-stained purple frock, and her eyes were rolling around in their sockets without any real purpose. And she was very heavy, Kevin discovered as he tried to keep her away from his throat; he didn't want to fight. He didn't want to hurt anyone. She was strong though; too strong. He knew he should have been able to hold her off of him physically, but the power she was exerting was tremendous, and he ended up reaching for anything he could get a hold of - which turned out to be a stainless steel serving tray - and cracked her across the head with it until she stopped trying to kill him. And unfortunately, that didn't happen until there was a lot of blood everywhere, and Kevin stood clutching the badly dented tray over his head, ready to strike again if the need arose, but it finally registered that there wasn't much left to hit. "Oh god." he said. This was why he didn't usually make decisions.

Gah, where could they be?" Mikura asked herself, getting increasingly frustrated that the would-be killer she was chasing seemed to have gotten away. She was currently searching for the assassin in a dank, dark abandoned parking garage. She was determined to catch this person, but she didn't realize that the assassin had led her into an ambush - one where she was alone and couldn't call for backup.

Suddenly, Mezzo would hear the doors of the garage slide shut and lock one by one. Soon she was in complete and utter darkness... however that all changed when a large single light bulb switched on at the top of the garage, showing the area she was standing in. Then she heard a chuckle... and a woman with short blue hair and an eye patch came out. She was dressed in a blue and white maids outfit and wore blue gloves with studs and large fighting boots. If the description of the assailant didn't give her away, the blood on her outfit sure did. "'My oh my,'" said the spider to the fly," she chuckled. "'Stupid, stupid...stupid.' You fell right into my trap. Secluded warehouse... no one to hear for miles and miles... and you came alone. Only us and my other girls... and all the exits are blocked. Now... this is where you beg for fucking mercy... like the useless piece of shit you are!" She laughed. "You can start begging... NOW!

The wind whipped over the cliffs and crags of the rocky shore; driving sea spray and long-winged gulls ahead of it. It blew hale and hearty over forest and hill, rushing at last past the pennants snapping high on the towers of Tintagel Castle. The banner that flew highest was one not seen in many years; the Pendragon, rampant and in glory. Beneath it danced a simpler banner of white with a red cross. The stones of the great caste had seemed to shine all the brighter since the dragon and the cross were hoisted up together; proclaiming something far grander than even the dragon alone had once meant. Word, faster than even the speeding zephyr, had spread. The sword of Uther had been pulled from the stone, the Pendragon's heir was found, and claimed his birthright. Arthur, proclaimed son of Uther Pendragon and Lady Igraine of Cornwall, was by right High King of all Britain. Already lords and knights called on Tintagel, refreshed, cleaned and restored almost overnight, as if by magic, to swear fealty to the king. Rumor, faster than lightning, snapped back and spoke in whispers of lords who renounced Arthur's claim and were rallying their armies to march forth and defeat this upstart who claimed the Pendragon's throne. Urien of Rheged and Lot of Orkney led them, and their forces were strong. So it was that in the early light of morning, with the sun just cresting over the horizon, the young king was found in the council chamber alone. Arthur was tall, larger than most men by a hand or more, with broad shoulders and a powerful but flexible and quick warrior's build. His face was strong and noble, handsome, and startlingly young. No beard or moustache covered his cheeks, his clear features open to view for all. His hair was the gold of honey held up to the sunlight, falling down to the nape of his neck, and his eyes were as blue as the summer sky. His clothes were finer than any he had ever worn in memory; as the foster son of Sir Ector, he had been cared for but finery went to his foster brother Kay. He seemed almost ill at ease in the rich garments; decked in gold and white. A simple dagger was stuck in his belt; though on the table beside him was the sheathed sword that had announced the truth of his identity to the world only weeks ago. In front of him several maps were rolled out, parchment beside them having notes scribbled upon them. A few pins decorated with ribbons of various colors were pushed into one of them. Arthur looked at it grimly. "Orkney and Rheged from the north. Cornwall and Lyonesse from the south." If he stayed here, he would be caught between the two forces. The knights and lords who had sworn fealty advised him to stay at Tintagel, so store up supplies and let the opposing forces beat themselves against its walls. "And it would seem like wisdom, except that the ant knows if the spider is at the hill, it's too late." "Then that lesson, at least, was well learned." The king, more a boy than a man still, jerked his head up. By the door was a man taller than Arthur, but lean and wiry. He was clad in robes and a cloak ruffled in feathers, with a copper-bladed sword at his side and a tall oaken staff in his hands. His eyes were never the same color twice, his face both young and ancient, his hair long and gathered back by a leather thong. "Merlin," Arthur breathed out, "I had thought you gone to the Wood." "I was," the druid answered, "and I have returned." He looked over at the table, picking up a few of the parchments. He nodded. "I see my lessons were not the only ones you heeded." The young king smiled a bit, though the expression did not reach his eyes. Already many cares were on him. "Kay wasn't going to read them. At least Sir Ector didn't waste his gold." He looked back at the map. "I don't think I can win, Merlin." The magician looked out the window, his face impassive. "Many of those who've sworn fealty are keeping their armies at home, waiting to see how this turns out. Those loyal...are not enough." "They never are," Merlin commented. He looked over at the young man, not even in his second decade. "And they always are." Arthur looked at the older looking man with a wry expression. "More riddles for me to solve?" A flicker of a genuine smile crossed his face for a moment. Then he walked over to the stand beside Merlin at the window. "I suppose they will have to be." He looked out at the rising sun. "Must men truly die for this? So that men who swore oaths will honor them?" Merlin looked over at him. "You know the answer. It is the way of Might." The king nodded. "I see the truth to your lectures on Might now. If only we men were better creatures." Merlin looked over at him. "If you win, they will be." Arthur blinked at him. "Now, let us break fast before the first of today's messengers and noble guests arrive. News, both good and bad, is best taken with a full belly as well as a clear head.

Urien was dead. The King of Rheged had taken violently ill a week prior. He'd been confined to his chambers, to be visited only by the most trusted and renown physicians. Several different diagnoses were made, every treatment and method of healing tried, failed, and tried again. Nobody could stop the swift decay of his body as the mysterious disease swept through him practically overnight. It presented like no other illness anyone had ever seen. But the King's food was diligently tested for poison. And he had been in the Queen's chambers that night, so if anyone had harmed the King, surely she would have witnessed it. None of it made any sense. It was a blessedly quick death. Urien suffered, but for no more than two days. Then he was gone, after a particularly horrific fit of painful and debilitating seizures. It was no way for a King to die, an undignified mess and nothing but a shell of his former self, driven half-insane by his agony, but at least it had not been more prolonged. It was all very unfortunate. Rheged grieved the loss of their great King, and the young Queen was in private mourning. It was rumored that she was too heartbroken to face her people - oh, certainly, how very sad it was that she would never be spoken down to by her husband again. How dreadful that she would never again experience the joy of laying under an old man while he took his pleasure like a dog in heat ... But after a day of this so-called lamentation, she had addressed the court publicly, as regent queen, and informed them that she would be traveling to Camelot to pledge the kingdom's allegiance to the young King Arthur, a young man whose succession was certain to be a rocky one. During her absence, Urien's eldest son, Lowen, would occupy the throne. She would much rather see him there than herself. There were more important issues at hand now. The time had finally come to shed the skin of obedient, stifled Queen and take the reigns of her true destiny. They were less than a day from Camelot now. A messenger had been sent ahead, so as to cordially warn King Arthur of their impending arrival. Morgana was ever the sober and modest widow - this was not meant to be a celebratory vacation after all, but rather a solemn journey weighed with unimaginable grief and sorrow - but inside, she was positively teeming with excitement. She could hardly wait. She had so many ideas, so much to do. But first, she would meet her young brother for the first time since she'd looked into his tiny, round face as an infant. She would get to know him, not only as her King, but as her kin. She would take her rightful place at his court and reap the benefits. Morgana was a widow at twenty-four, but her life was beginning, not ending. They had stopped at a small castle in southern Wales for the afternoon, wishing to rest now in order to travel by night and arrive in Camelot by morning. It didn't matter - she couldn't sleep. There was a knock at the door. Morgana, who had been laying on the bed, staring at the stone ceiling, sat up and called, "Enter." The heavy wooden door opened just far enough for a small young woman to slip inside. "My Lady," the girl said it with a sort of breathless reverence that made Morgana's lips twist into a smirk. The maiden's curtsy was broad and sweeping, and her sweet golden head bowed to avoid her mistress' eye. Locks of curly blonde hair fell forward onto her darling chest, which was clad in customary dark grey linen. Morgana wanted to twist the soft hair around her fingers, or even give it a firm tug and watch the girl's mouth fall open in a gasp as her eyes watered in pain. "The blue dress," Morgana stated, and the maiden - Elside was her name - straightened up and walked across the chamber to fetch said dress. Like every garment Morgana owned, it was a beautiful creation. Rich fabric of the deepest navy blue composed the voluminous skirts and body. The hem was embroidered with silver thread in feminine, swirling floral patterns, and sturdier stitching across the front. It was well-structured and had a rather low-cut bust, toeing the line of modesty. The sheer, light blue sleeves would fall delicately on her slender arms and be secured by shiny silver cuffs (beautifully made in the shape of ravens) at the elbow to keep the fabric from billowing in the wind. Similarly, an ornate silver belt cinched the dress at the waist, ensuring that her comely body was shown off to its potential - Morgana had never been one for drab, loose-fitting garments of grey or white. No, her days at the convent were long over. Now she was very much a creature of luxury, and she lived in a sea of expensive lengths of dark purple, green, and blue - had enough precious jewelry to drown herself in - drank from only the finest gold goblets and off only the shiniest silver platters. A moment later, Elside was helping her queen into the dress. Her nimble fingers laced up the back tightly, and clasped the cuffs and belt on her arms and waist. She adjusted the hem so that it lay just so; brushed long dark hair and laid it in loose waves across Morgana's white shoulders; gently placed a circlet of silver on the top of Morgana's head and attached an opaque veil, that rested over her hair and ran to the middle of her back. The effect was just right. The darkness of the dress was appropriate to her grief, the hints of silver made it nearly ethereal, and the white veil was almost innocent and made it clear that her intentions were pure. "My Lady, you are a vision," Elside whispered in the same genuine awe she always did; the girl was so earnest it almost hurt. She did so adore Morgana - but then, everybody did. She couldn't wait to greet Arthur. Surely he would take one look at her and damn their relationship. It was difficult indeed to look upon the lady and not at least admire her physical beauty. She was stunning. Her skin was perfectly smooth and pale, and her black hair and expressive light green eyes gave her an air of alluring darkness, as did her often enigmatic and aloof demeanor. She was taller than most of her maidens by a few inches, though she had still remained a good head below the bulky, intimidating frame of her deceased husband. She had a lovely shape to her, accentuated well by her gowns. Icy and silent though she usually was in Rheged, Morgana had somehow managed to demand the respect and love of her constituents anyway. Though she'd never been quite as popular as the previous Queen, and she had not won the affection of Urien's children (she'd never desired that anyway), the people loved her. The royal procession finally arrived at Tintagel Castle mid-morning. The wind was howling, but it quickly reduced to a calm, pleasant breeze. However, the trees beyond continued to sway in the harsh gusts. It was curious, as if Tintagel had been placed inside some magical bubble, protecting it from the elements. She was helped off her handsome grey mare by a servant, and when her feet touched the ground she sighed. Lowering the hood of her heavy, dark green cloak, she looked around. Impressive. "I assume our message was received?" she inquired of the man. "Yes, My Lady." "And when will the King see us?" "Right away, My Lady. I will go announce your arrival myself." "Wonderful," Morgana said, smiling just a bit. Just a few minutes later, she was inside court and being introduced to her long-lost brother. Her smile, now, was quite sincere and she didn't bother to oppress it. She was bearing great news, after all. Even if her husband had just died, she was allowed to look a bit happy for that. "The Lady Morgana, Queen of Rheged." That was her cue. She curtsied deeply, but kept her eyes on his face. Oh, what a very handsome face it was... "Sire," she said slowly, almost as if she wanted to relish in the pleasant taste the word left in her mouth. She stood up again, and clasped her hands loosely in front of her. "I have come to pledge my kingdom's fealty. This was not King Urien's first intention, but as the decision was ultimately left to me, here I am. I - like Your Majesty, I'm sure - am not desirous of tension, conflict, or war." She paused, then, and frowned, her beautiful face suddenly full of sadness. "This way, perhaps, something good may come of my husband's death.

Name: Kimberly Ann Possible Alias: Kim, K.P. Description: short red hair, green eyes, 25, athletic shape Kim Possible stepped off the jet at the airport in Middleton for the first time in years since she left for college. That had been six years ago after the alien invasion. Law had been the major of choice for the former teen hero. Since she was known world wide, she had to work extra hard to prove she deserved her degree and wasn't just going to get it based on recognizance. She hadn't kept in much touch with her friends from home. After she and Ron had broken up, they hadn't really talked. She talked with Monique from time to time and obviously kept in touch with her parents and younger brothers. She still talked to Wade as often as she had before, still going on missions from time to time. He had even told her he had arranged for her ride from the airport to her parents. It didn't click with her as to who was actually picking her up for she was used to the drivers being a surprise. As she walked through the airport to the front entrance, her mind drifted to thoughts of a certain raven-haired woman with glowing green hands since she had last seen her before she left for college. Little did she know, she was about to have her first reunion with her...

The six years had passed somewhat uneventfully for Shego; she'd gone to running schemes occasionally with Dr. Drakken, but for the most part, she was freelance. Things were just no fun without Kim "Kimmie" Possible around, and so between missions, she had sought out Kim's college, learning in the process of Kim's trip back to Middleton. And thusly she had plotted. The taxi she had rented and personally outfitted had taken some amount of money, but the glowing name "Kim Possible" showed up on the top of the taxi, and contrary to usual appearances, she was not readily visible in the front seat. Some amount of makeup had given her a little flesh color, whilst a brown coat and a tweed hat kept her raven hair up, hiding her identity. One claw tapped idly on the wheel, whilst moisture ran out onto the leather of her seat, her hand somewhat busy down there. At first the semi-stalking (reconnaissance she'd called it) had been only about finding a way back into the life of danger she'd experienced before, fighting on the edge with Kim in life-or-death struggles, it had become more. Kim had matured into a beautiful young woman, she'd noticed after a while, and so her "reconnaissance" was often done at night, with a catsuit that zipped in the crotch. She waited patiently for Kim to come to the car, knowing soon that their little reunion would be underway..

No," Ganondorf said with a twisted, snarling smirk, his face half furious and half tinged with amusement, "I don't want anything. Except power. Control. Rulership." His strong, large hand gripped tighter on the King of Hyrule's throat, holding the middle-aged man aloft in the throne room as the screams from adjacent hallways continued on. "You won't... you... y-y... get away..." he sputtered out with a great deal of effort, blood stinging and blinding the King's right eye shut, glaring at the Gerudo through his quivering left. "I already have." Crick. Fhoomph. And like that the King's neck was snapped, his body being released from Ganondorf's grip to fall warm, yet lifeless upon the red carpeted floor. It had happened so quickly, the seven foot warrior-mage of the Gerudo tribe summoning up skeletal warriors from the very ground outside the city, moblins riding upon armored boars coming in from a distance, waltzing through the open gates to attack in broad daylight. The fools hadn't seen a thing coming. The city had been surrounded in five minutes and sacked in ten. In under fifteen they'd breached the castle, and in twenty the throne room itself. Summoned demons roamed through the hallways now, slaying any remnants of the castle's forces who were foolish enough to reveal themselves. It was likely they thought themselves still capable of mounting a defense. Cute. It was equally likely that many still didn't know what was happening, it'd all been so fast. Upon bursting into the throne room, a dozen skeletal warriors in tow, eye sockets hollow and bones jittering together with every step, Ganondorf had seized the Queen and thrown her out a window in seconds. No questions had been asked. No demands had been made. The few guards in the throne room had quickly been surrounded and killed by the undead knights and the Queen was thrown several stories to her death, an example quick and heavy in cost. The King had been soon to follow, laying now lifeless at the dark, armored Lord's feet. Ganondorf looked down at the King, smiling, snickering, the light of a beautiful Spring afternoon shining through numerous windows, coupled with a calming, gentle breeze. It had been such a perfect day. Who would have expected this? "Find me Zelda," he called out to his servants, the hunched-over skeletons having stood there, awaiting command after slaying Hyrule's final line of defenders. Eight men lay about the throne room in intimidating piles of iron, yet disheartening puddles of crimson. "Find me the Princess. Alive. ...By any means.

It is said that my people are descendants of the gods; that our ears are delicate and long so that we may hear the softest whispers of the spirit world, and hear the pleas of nature. Our race is the most in tune with the world around us...Though at times, we forget this.. We are a peaceful people, and my family has strived to maintain peace for many generations. The Hylian Royal family contains the strongest bloodline of all of our people...Our sovereignty is ordained by our pure bloodline that is directly traced to the goddesses of the landBut no such divinity spared us the horrific events which devastated our land after the Hyrulean Civil War. My father believed our lands troubles to be over after my birth..That in the midst of such tragedy, I was a gift of reassurance from our ancestors, that Hyrule had not been forgotten As I sit, cowering inside the grand library behind the statue of a great warrior whose name I could never recall, imprisoned in my own Castle, staring out at the mockingly calm skyline as the sounds of screams and clashing weapons ring in my earsI realize, that I am a failure to my predecessors. I had seen this war comingMy fathers pride deafened him, and he would not head my warnings though it had been he himself who declared my gifts of foresight a blessing from Nayru I saw this war comingI knewI saw the shadows seep through the walls of the castle the moment he stepped through the gatesI saw the darkness retreat, almost bowing to himI knew his face the moment he arrived, and yet my tongue had swollen within my mouth, preventing an outburst that might have saved my mothermy fathermym Kingdom. Was I destined to fall then?..Is there truly such a thing, as destiny? ~ The young fair Princess of Hyrule could feel her heart frantically beating beneath her modest breast. She had wedged herself behind one of the statues of a Hylian hero, whom stood before two conjoining bookshelves that had barely provided enough room for even the lean Zelda to slip behind and between. She crouched, trembling between the wooden shelves and the marble platform, her hands over her eyes as she prayedPrayed for someone, anyone to come and save her, while quietly cursing herself for being unable to defend herself.. Her magic was unstable...and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, but could one really blame her? Not ten minutes before, she had seen her mother's body whisk past the window she had been reading beside, crashing in a spray of blood in the gardens below. Zelda had screamed, dropping her book immediately and had almost run into the hall, when the sounds of creaking bones alerted her to the presence of the Dark Wizard's minions. Frantically, she had decided on a hiding place...and hoped she could come up with something before she was found. Six days after her sixteenth birthday...A beautiful spring day, forever tainted in Hyrule's history...A page that would be stained with blood and tears, should history even exist after this assault. The young princess held herself tightly, her white elbow-length gloves covering her mouth to still her frantic breathing. She wore an elegant white gown that day, with a deep pink bodice and golden embroideries of Hylian symbols to ornament the beautiful dress. Her soft blonde locks left free, cascading down her mid-back, with the exception of two strands that were braided with gold and jewels as was tradition for the women of the royal family. Such a tragic sight, such a beautiful noble choking back tears as her castle was seized by such a man as Ganondorf. Her right hand burned terribly, to the point where she gasped aloud. The door then opened, as if on command of her distress, and Zelda froze. She felt her ears twitching as she peeked out from between the statues legs. Her crystalline eyes widening as she saw monstrous creatures searching beneath chairs and behind shelves. As they advanced the room, Zelda spotted the door had been left open. She was no match for them physically...and perhaps not even magically, though their capabilities were unknown to her. Biting her lip slowly, Zelda picked up the skirts of her gown and slowly stood while the creatures backs were turned. Making her way lightly, softly...slowly across the carpeted floor and towards the open door. Backing into the hall, the princess suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a hot breath poured down upon her. She felt her skin crawl, as what felt like a glob of saliva dripped upon her shoulders. The shadow of the Moblin was all she had seen as she turned. Without even time to scream, a sudden blow came to her head, and Zelda found her world suddenly fading into shadows.

Jared hummed a bit along to the music in his car radio as he made his way over the little makeshift road that led to the desolate little patch of land that lay in the middle of the sea. It was a pretty calm song, and he wished the radio would play something with a bit more go in it - lord knew he was in a fantastic mood and wanted some music to emphasize it. What had happened was nothing short of amazing when it came down to it - and that he was getting a chance to investigate it first hand, that HE was picked over so many other volunteers was just mindblowing. He couldn't have been happier as he finally saw the land stretch a bit and stopped the car close to the little road - hardly more than a trodden path, really - and started to get out his bag from the trunk. What had him in such a joyous uproar? Why, simple - a meteorite had landed in this area. A hunk of rock from outer space, and he had been chosen to go retrieve a sample. He would be the first to see, touch and examine an outer space phenomenon. When you came from a town as small as his, any event was fantastic, but this, without a doubt, beat them all. Putting on his white cap, it arranged his dark purple hair neatly on each side of his head as it reached the middle of his neck. He was a tanned young man, and fit from usually working outside. He had dressed practically, but casually for this - nothing more than a loose t-shirt, a pair of walking boots and some sturdy pants were needed for this trip. The hard part would be to actually find the thing. He didn't have enough gas to just drive around and look, so he'd have to walk. Not that he minded. And thus, he walked along humming some melody that had gotten stuck in his head, without having even the faintest idea what exactly the rock from space had done to this place...

To be sure, no one could have possibly guessed what the space rock might have brought with it, or what effect it might have on the flora and fauna around it. Or, to be more precise, any of the creatures on the 'small' island, which had quite a good number of different Pokemon living upon it. Not too long after the meteor had crashed down near the center of the island did its 'radiation' start irradiating out around the small land mass, effecting every Pokemon it touched in some varying way, mutating them, changing them. To some degree in all of them, they became more human-like, more sentient, and in others still, had the odd effect of messing with their gender-barring chromosomes and anatomy. It didn't take many of them long to know something had changed, and that, for the most part, they were happy with it. Not to mention, different urges and feelings started to fill their minds, while still living how they did before the 'accident'. As Jared would be drawing further and further from his vehicle, he'd start to notice more and more the air grew heavy, almost foretelling of things to come. Another odd thing to note is it, despite entering into the area, the radiation was having no affect on the human's body, almost as if it was tuned to the very 'frequency' of a Pokemon's DNA. Further more, the closer he would be drawing to the area, the more he'd notice signs of life, and, quite possibly in the back of his mind, that he shouldn't have come alone. When the meteor would finally be within view, the male would notice a small lake, which, to anyone's knowledge, hadn't been there before, surrounding it, and by the looks, something was sitting in the water, back to his direction, relaxing, with a large amount of long, flowing white-silver hair, with two very long, pointed ears poking out the top of it.

It was late in the day, late enough for the sun to hide behind the clouds on its descent to earth, late enough to dot France's sky with oranges and yellows, with hues the most gifted of painters dreamed of plucking from the air. It was becoming late, yet still early, early enough for Aramis to arrive home by nearly an hour's time. Supper would not yet be ready and he could not scold his daughter for that as she would not know, she would not expect him for a while still. And it was that surprise which he hoped for, for the light in the eyes of his lovely young fifteen-year-old to shine brilliantly at simply his sight. Such was an arrogant hope, perhaps, thoughts of a man conceited - or perhaps a man spoiled, spoiled by a doting girl who was often pleased by the simple things. Aramis' chestnut mare slowed to a trot as he rounded the final trees on that long dirt road that led to one shorter, only a minute away from the front steps of his secluded cottage in the countryside. He had lived in the city long ago in his youth and until he was a man of thirty, but there was only so much action a man could desire to see, only so much hustle. There was something to be said of a calm, peaceful life, a life of prayer and devotion. Perhaps this was where Porthos might chime in with words of his own, a disagreement, perhaps even some clever tavern limerick comparing the women of the city to those of the country. His friend could have them, have the lot, Porthos always one to see quantity before quality. And there was a secret that perhaps his friend spent too much of his time in Paris to ever find out - that though the ladies of the countryside did tend to be more innocent than their city counterparts, that did not mean they wished to stay that way. As his horse brought him closer, yards away now, Aramis dismounted with a small billow of dust as his boots hit the ground. He patted the mare in a silent thank you on her strong neck and took the reins, casting a quick glance to the house as he led her over to the barn. He wondered what Yvette usually did an hour before he would return home. Was she still tending to her chores in the stable? The barn perhaps? Maybe taking a walk in the field? It was a lovely afternoon, after all. Or would she already be bathed and changing into her ladylike makeup and clothes while supper simmered on the stove? He would find out soon enough, bearing a quiet smile as he led his horse into the barn. He took his time unsaddling the old girl, setting the blanket aside and filling a hearty helping inside her bag of oats. "I am home, my dear," he spoke out in a lofty tone, letting his voice carry when he stepped foot inside the large cottage to see that Yvette wasn't immediately in sight. Heavy leather boots made similarly weighted sounds against the wood floor as he took a few more steps inside, shrugging off the long brown leather coat he wore to and from work. Autumn now, the days able to turn chill without warning, and as such leaving without your coat even on warm days could easily bring regret later. "Yvette?" he called out again. "Where are you?" he questioned while setting his coat upon an oak stand just inside the door. Taking a moment to sniff the air, he noticed... nothing. Which meant supper wasn't started; his little girl was quite a fan of various spices, they usually filling the house when he arrived home. Still bathing then, likely, or dressing. "Yvette? Are you decent?" No response. Aramis took a few steps to the wide oaken staircase, one, two, stepping upon the third with a hand on the rail as he called again, "Yvette?" Nothing. Hm. He turned to head to the bathroom, taking a step back down the stairs, passing by the door and down the hallway- And then Aramis stopped. He paused midstep and leaned back, a knee still in the air, something catching his eye. He took a step back, then a second, coming to stand up straight. He looked to the door. More specifically, he looked to the coat rack, to where he'd placed his not a moment before. It was there. Yvette's, however, was not. He didn't say anything. He just stared at the rack and breathed, breathing in and out through his nose.

Though often young maidens claimed, while blushing and biting their lips ever so enticingly, that Spring was their favorite season, Yvette would claim most confidently that Autumn was her most cherished time of year. Chilly days encouraged evenings spent by the fireside, curled up in close proximity whilst reading or simply conversing. Autumn harvests were always quite bountiful, and produced an assortment of ingredients to further tantalize the taste buds during meals. And though the falling leaves presented yet another chore to tend to, their changes in hue to radiant golds and reds, were enough to remind Yvette of the presence of the King. Not of Louis, but of God. God, from whom all blessing flow. Whom she had been raised to give thanks to everyday of her life, for every morning sun and evening star, for every breath and for every kiss. Kisses, Yvette was especially fond of. Particularly, kisses from her Papa, as they had been given most frequently, and received most eagerly throughout a grand majority of her life. From a young age, she had been aware that the man she called Papa and the men she referred to as Uncles, were not truly related to her by blood. Through kindness and devotion, she had been taken in, and raised as the picturesque daughter of the former Musketeer, Aramis. A man whom she was insatiably attached too, so innocently besotted by; and though love had never known a bond such as the one formed between Yvette and her Papa, a daughter raised by a strict father will always find some way to rebel. The blossoming teen did not break rules often. Bending them, she would say, was a far more appropriate term. In fact, the desire to bring a smile to her Papas face often clouded out choices that would lead to more serious offenses...But occasionally, such as that particular afternoon, his rules simply did not work well with her plans. She had forgotten to check the spice rack before Mass, to see if she would need anything from the market while they were in town. After arriving home, she had changed from her formal dressings into a pair of Raouls old jodpurs, a white loose shirt and a pair of riding boots so she could more comfortably complete her chores around the house. By the time she returned to the kitchen to start preparing supper, it was an hour and one half before Papa would arrive home. Two hours before her Uncles and cousin would arrive. Far too late to find an escort into town to fetch spices. Papa never permitted her to go into town alone. There were far too many men of questionable intentions there. Men without a strong moral compass, men without God. Men who were not her Papa. Yet, she needed those spicesIt would take close to half hour on foot to walk to town. With haste, Yvette cleaned herself up, knowing better than to go into town dressed so poorly. She chose a gown of earthen greens, so that the dust from the roads would not show up too noticeably upon her skirts. The gown was fitted tightly around her lithe frame, her young breasts nearly spilling from the top line of the bodiceHer golden cross, a most cherished gift, lay just above the swell of her breasts, so that wandering eyes would know her purity before attempting to advance. With a black hair ribbon held between her teeth, her deep golden tresses pinned loosely up in curls as she quickly dashed down the stairs from her bedroom, Yvette snatched up the auburn cloak from the rack, slipping it loosely over her shoulders before rushing from the door and down the dirt road towards town.. Time was spent wisely, well, as wisely as expected for a young lady shopping in town. With the spices, she also purchased a harvest bouquet for the table centerpiece. An arrangement of orange mums, stalks of harvest wheat and lovely white lilies, that smelled of fresh country air and would certainly brighten up the dining room. As she walked home, she found herself humming and strolling, distracted by the beauty of the French countryside, when truly she should have been sprinting back to the cottage in order to beat her Papa home. So lofty was the mind of a young maiden at times, so easily pleased by such simple pleasures. As she approached the cottage, her humming had formed into singing in such a fair and whimsical tone that had earned her pet name of Little Robin at home, and sweet seraphim in the church choir, The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold, Yvette entered the kitchen, having not passed the stable, she did not notice her Papa's mare comfortably resting in its stall, or she would have silenced her song as she laid out the spices upon the counter top. With the spices laid out, the potatoes and vegetables piled to clean, and the chicken now resting in a pot of water to moisten, Yvette took up her pretty bouquet and walked into the dining room. She laid out the crimson red table cloth, setting the arrangement in the center between two candelabras. The Sunday china she had already set atop of the wine cabinet near the window, the evening's wine set in a bucket of ice to chill. Passing through the kitchen once again, the lovely young girl began unlacing her cloak, walking to the main hall of the cottage, Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall.. When autumn leaves start to--- Her eyes had been half closed as she continued her song, not truly paying mind to her surroundings as she could quite skillfully navigate her way around the cottage in the dark in order to fetch a cup of water in the middle of the night..But as she opened her eyes, in the midst of the final lyric of the song, her hand raised to hang her cloak upon its hookShe stopped, her pale petal lips agape, her hazel eyes wide as she stare at the leather coat that was not supposed to be there!

The man always woke up late and got off to a late start everyday. He had turned his alarm off three different times before finally managing to get out of bed on the fourth try. His head was pounding and he soon realized that he shouldn't have had those few last shots. Wiping his eyes and putting some gel in his hair, he moved to put on his business suit. A phone call from Pepper, telling him everything was in order, and a nice breakfast of whiskey and eggs later, he was off. Moving quickly back upstairs, he took another look at himself in the mirror and smiled. "Damn, I look good." Looking at the clock, he saw that he was already late, though he ran the damn business, so he was allowed to be late. At least, that was his thoughts. Moving back to the girl in the bed, he kissed her on the cheek and sighed. "I gotta go babe." He said to the blonde, brushing her hair out of her face and planting another kiss on her lips. "I'll be back tonight." He said as he covered her back up and moved downstairs, getting into the limo, and going to Stark Industries for another day of work. It was another day of school for Peter Parker. He sighed as he sat in class and took notes for his test that next day. Of course, he thought about MJ, but he had other things to worry about that day. He made it pretty much through the day without anyone talking to him or touching him, and he moved toward the pay phone, sighing as he input his dollar and dialled MJ's number. After getting her message system, he let out a sigh. "Hey, MJ, it's Peter." He started, with a pause. He didn't know how to break it to her, so his voice was very shaky. "Look, I can't go to your show tonight." He said with another sigh. "I will still pick you up after, I just. . . I'm busy alright. Love you. Peter." He said finally as he hung up. With another sigh, he punched his locker. This relationship with Mary Jane was slipping through his fingers. He hated to do these things to her, but most of the time he had no choice. It wasn't as though he was cheating on her or doing anything along those lines, but he just didn't have the time. What between being Spiderman, studying, and hanging out with MJ, one of those things had to take the back seat.

The blonde's eyes opened to reveal a bright shade of green when she felt his lips against hers. He was late again, and sometimes she didn't understand the logic of setting an alarm clock if you weren't going to get up for it. As he left, she slowly sat up in the creamy sea of satin that was their love nest. Felicia had been dating Tony for three months now, probably her longest and most successful relationship with one of the most successful men in New York. Rolling out of bed, she headed to the shower to prepare for her day. That's when she realized she was naked. Just what exactly did we do last night? A soft smile graced her fine features as she tip-toed across the marble floor and turned on the shower. A thick spray of steam water would soon relax the muscles in her body. Sometimes she believed Tony's sheets were too soft. It had been like this for several weeks. She would come over and spend Friday nights with him, dining and drinking from the comfort of his home. Felicia believed Tony was an excessive drinker though he didn't think so. Maybe one day she could persuade him not to drink so much. Hoping into the shower, she washed all the impurities off her body and thought about today and last night. A blush crept onto her cheeks. Tony was quite a lover; hell, he had practice in it, and so did she. Honestly, she didn't think he and her would have lasted this long, but there was something about him besides the obvious that held her to him. Probably the same thing that made her mother detests him. She wasn't sure it was love, but it was definitely a strong attraction. Soon afterward, she hopped out of the shower and got dressed. A black blouse, white skirt, and red heels grabbing her purse, she was off. Tony wasn't the only one who would be making headlines today. Mj was at the local theater rehearsing for tonight's show. All sorts of emotions had been eating at her all day. Her thoughts jumped from one thing to another. First Peter, then the show, back to the night when Spiderman had saved her life for like the fifth time in the past two months, back to Peter, and so on. "Mj," someone yelled. She didn't know what was going on with Peter lately. Well not just lately - he seemed so out of it. Whenever she tried to tell him something, his head would be up in the clouds. Whenever she tried to surprise him, he would smile, but his smile seemed sad. She didn't even know it was possible to smile sadly. Ever since Uncle Ben died, she figured a piece of Peter had gone with him, and who could blame him? They were so close, yet they seemed to be growing further apart. "Mj!" her partner yelled again. The redhead snapped back into reality. "Sorry!" she said, continuing to rehearse. Wondering if he had called her name.

Turning eighteen had sucked. It was supposed to be a big deal, now she'd be old enough to go out and party with her friends, to vote, to be an "adult." Instead, she'd just hit the age and found out she was some kind of "potential." Next thing Tanya knew, she was being attacked regularly by these creepy crawlies, and was on her merry way to some dump called Sunnydale. The teenager sighed as she stepped off the bus, her eyes surveying the area. She was pretty sure that no one had told anyone here that she'd become, go figure, so she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. The girl sighed again, adjusting the ear buds that blared music. Shouldering her bag, Tanya strolled off the bus stop, heading through the empty streets toward the more populated sections of town. Her battered sneakers beat a steady rhythm against the pavement. Combined with tattered, skin-tight jeans and a t-shirt tight enough to display an impressive bust, Tanya looked every inch the rowdy girl she was. "And I'm stuck in this shithole," she muttered kicking a can and following its path with her eyes.

After the sealing of the Hellmouth, most mystical energy was sealed off and the denizens scattered to the four corners of the earth. Well...for some, the four corners was actually Cleveland. The folk of Sunnydale had moved back after each 'catastrophe' and the destruction of the city was no different. Most people were surprised to see that the unexplained mysterious deaths had stopped, mostly. Though things had turned darker again, requiring more Slayer intervention. However, that's just what it needed. It being Apollyon. The magic tricks of a Slayer, an evil law firm, and a whipped vampire had closed the hellmouth and he wanted it opened again, and there was a way to do it though it required having a slayer in its thrall. Apollyon's talents would let it take a young weak slayer and yoke her to it, using her as tool. Apollyon had spent centuries here, spreading lust and carnality in its path. The demon stood an imposing 8 feet tall, its shoulders were massive but dwarfed by its wing span. Its massive arms ended in clawed fists, its strong legs supported by clawed feet, almost like talons. Like a chameleon it could change its body color for camouflage. It could sense Tanya was being sent to Sunnydale, and it would have her. First a test, it sent three smaller demons after her imps almost while it went jet black and watched them track her through the bus depot.

It was time for the operation to begin. For weeks, Bai Lan had been tracking a man they suspected of having information on RAPT that could prove useful in the near future. Sei was tasked with getting that information, and if at all possible, capturing the man. It was quite possible that he had even more information that he could give up after some... thorough persuasion. Their task was quite simple - the man had been tracked to a bar near the riverfront. Meg would be used as a decoy, to seduce and ultimately disable the man quietly. Jo was on standby, and would be awaiting the go-ahead to spring into action and create a disturbance so that the man could be extracted and they could leave. She sat with Amy in the red sports car she used to move around when she did not want to be noticed, as a giant blue trailer would have been a dead giveaway that something was up. Meg was getting into place now, while Jo was lingering around outside of the bar, ready to cause mayhem at the drop of a pin. There was one thing that Sei was worried about though, and that was Meg's annoying knack of getting into trouble in situations like this one. If that happened, there were several contingency plans in place. This was an operation that had to succeed, no matter what happened. Hopefully, things wouldn't reach that point. Conditions here seemed favorable enough. Outside of the usual suspicious characters hanging around, there weren't that many people around. It was usually quiet during this time of night, before people got drunk and decided to start blasting whatever they thought would look better with a few bullets holes and hot lead inside of it. She wasn't all that worried about herself or Amy in this situation, as the windows of the car were bullet proof and the vehicle had a very sturdy build. They would be fine, unless of course, a Cybot decided to use the car as a landing strip or for target practice. Call her conceited, but Sei was more than confident in her driving skills. "We're ready whenever you are Meg," she said into the communication device prepared by Amy. Inside of the bar was a very different story. There were people everywhere, smoking, drinking, laughing, having as good of a time as they possibly could. People all over the places were playing drinking games, some seemed to be enjoying a game of Russian Roulette. People who didn't value their lives or the lives of others. This was one of the most dangerous places in Tokyo, not that Tokyo wasn't a dangerous place in and of itself. Of course, they were all armed to the teeth and none of them would hesitate to pull a gun on anyone here. The target was a man they knew only by the name of Tanaka. He was a heavy set man with messy hair that looked to be a bit. . .greasy. It was not at all attractive looking, which would only make it harder for Meg to hit on him than it already would be. A job was a job though. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get on to doing whatever else Bai Lan needed them to do.

Meg: The bar, 'Rapture': Inside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space... At a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to ruby-red lips~ As she set it back on the glossy black table, Meg *stretched* languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her silky crimson cheongsam; Beneath the long, trailing hem, her coltish legs whispered as the lovely redhead crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps~! There was a gentle scrape of fabric, inaudible as Meg leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle susurrus; Appearing, all the world, to be thoroughly bored~ Idly, her fingers drummed a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface of the table; A distinctive code that meant 'Target in sight.' Now, seduction's a complex thing- Too little, and the target doesn't even know he's being, well, targeted- Too much, too soon, and it's all-too-clear that something is wrong...It takes an exquisite balance between subterfuge and interest, the gentle pressure of one's attention to oh-so-carefully draw the eye...Meg, however, was incredibly good at it. Right now, though, the lovely redhead's nostrils wrinkled, just a little, as she considered the greasy-looking man she was supposed to be putting the moves on; A burly middle-ager, slowly letting himself go- Not her type.Notatall~ Why aren't there any handsome targets?she pondered, glancing briefly skyward as she slid her chair back- Steeling herself for what came next! It was simple enough- Just get the absolutely grotesque guy away from his buddies...And Jo would take care of the rest, the way she always did! "We're ready whenever you are, Meg," Sei's voice crackled, as if the woman herself was whispering in Meg's ears- Indeed, the complex charms strung in her ponytail concealed a fairly sophisticated audio suite, keyed to both transmit and receive...The wonders of miniaturization! "Copy that," Meg murmured, her voice low, lilting...The legs of her chair scraping against the tiles as she stood. A girl alone in this bar, the favorite watering hole of the criminal underworld, was rare enough- An absolutely lovely one even more so! It wasn't a surprise that Tanaka's head turned as she drifted past- She could feel his gaze lingering on her, then her back, as she took a slow, indirect route to the bar. Taking care to brush one silky hip against him as she moved past! A quick, heartfelt, if a trifle slurred, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" parting her full lips, clearly the worse for drink, with the delicate, mincing grace of a woman who wasn't quite drunk enough yet, Meg crossed to the dance floor; She'd had his attention, after all, his eyes roving over her lissome form as she swayed in time to the music, seemingly entirely entranced by the barely-legal beauty before him.

Josh had been fishing all day to prepare this meal, catching rainbow trout, a fish that eluded catching in most streams, but he had found a spot that was crawling with them. He had cooked them over an open fire, flavored with orangeberries and a bit of peachberries. He and his Lopunny had been together for years now, and had won their way through two Elite Four championships... but lately something was different about her, she seemed to act strangely... but he just shrugged it off and called, "Okay, dinner's ready!" He knew the call wouldn't be necessary, as he knew the scent would attract her from miles away. While he waited, he divided the fish into two servings, one for him and one for his Lopunny.

Life couldn't have gotten any better for the pokegirl. Ever since her first encounter with her trainer, it seemed as though their empathic bond, trust, and her evident loyalty for him were evident and not even the toughest of situations would be able to tear the two apart. Through thick and thin they stayed together and failure was never an option for the two. The Pokegirl had striven and determined to work hard to be her best in order to please her master, ultimately becoming victorious in the end; true though the need to succeed and please Josh had taken quite a toll on the girl more than once in the past, she overlooked the negativity of it all and just knew that winning was the good that came out of it all. Lopunny was grateful towards her trainer and she knew well that she could have ended up with another trainer; one who was more aggressive, tough, and relentless than Josh. One that wouldn't care for the poor girl in the way that Josh had. It was Josh's gentle demeanor that the Pokegirl felt was what had drawn them together and made their bond what it was today. Dark ivory clouds of different sizes moved lazily around in the multi-colored sky, evidence that the day was coming to a close. The Pokgirl lay upon the soft grass as she gazed upon the sky. Soft, chocolate eyes twinkled lightly under the setting sun's rays, and her brown fur swayed in a gentle wind that touched her bear skin slightly, whispering in her ear as it zipped quickly by. A gentle sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes ever so slightly. Lately, something had been bothering her. It seemed that her bond with Josh had grown somewhat awkward between them - as though he wanted more than just a trainer/Pokgirl relationship. The gentle touch of his hand as he stroked her ears or even the sweet aroma that came off him from his cologne made her shiver, making her yearn for him. It appeared as though she wanted him more than just a trainer, though it frustrated her and embarrassed her to think of him as anything but. Whenever she was around him, tension filled their silence, and it frustrated her not only sexually but also emotionally. Nature was taking its toll on the young Pokgirl, and the urge for pleasure was drawing upon her. She found herself bending over from time to time, flashing her revealing sex to him innocently, though she wasn't doing it intentionally. Nature was a cruel mistress, but the Pokgirl had to get used to her ways and just stay cool whenever she was around her trainer. Sighing softly once more, her ears perked forward and her nose twitched at the scent of cooked fish. The scent pulled her in, as though her feet were barely touching the ground. As she made her way to her trainer, the aroma of the trout was overwhelming; the Lopunny found herself drooling at best, but quickly wiped her mouth before her trainer could notice. Her cotton ball of a tail twitched slightly as she made herself towards the table; her body swayed to and fro as her gait was a graceful one. Taking a seat, she glanced down at the fish and smiled. "Lopunny! Looks good," she chimed in, her angelic voice echoing softly. While she tried to stray away from speaking the English language - due to the fact that her English wasn't the best - and she would have preferred to stay away from such a language, she practiced her English so her communication with Josh was better. With a smile, she waited for Josh to take the first bite; she didn't want to seem gluttonous after all.

Sakura hurried along the snowy streets of the village, desperately fighting against the cold. The fur-trimmed coat just barely managed to keep the cold away from her, though she could still feel the chill. Christmas Eve had come to the village, bringing with it a deep snow as well as the holiday cheer. Sakura could barely make out the shapes of the houses through the blinding gale. "Where is Sasake's house?" she murmured, adjusting her coat again. Her plan was still flawless. In this outfit, with the holiday season around, Sasake couldn't help but give in to Sakura's seductions. She'd have him right where she wanted him: on his back. Just thinking about it filled Sakura with warmth, and she nodded confidently to herself, pausing only to hit her open palm with a fist. "It's got to work!" she announced. She didn't really care who heard: the streets were nearly empty anyway. Everyone probably hid in their houses for now. The female ninja hurried along then, finally pausing at a house. She peered at it, unable to make out the exact address under the cover of snow. But the house shape looked right, and everything matched up with her directions. Sakura took a deep breath, then hurried to the window. Moving carefully, she lifted the glass, and lowered herself into the house. The moment her feet touched floor, Sakura let her coat hang loose, hinting at her outfit beneath. Her bare stomach already showed, and bits of crinkled red showed. Now, she just needed to either find Sasake and surprise him, or find a good place to lay in wait...

Unfortunately for her, Sakura had gotten a little turned around in the thick snow, taken a wrong turn here and there, turned back on herself once or twice, and whilst the house she had ended up at may have bore a resemblance to her intended destination, it most certainly wasn't the right place. As Sakura lifted the window, a cold draught flowed in along with her, then climbed into the living room slowly, what she thought was a silent entry had been noticed, though not by the person she had been hoping to notice. In the darkened doorway, Ino crouched silently, raising an eyebrow at the rather...unusual...sight that had crawled into her living room. Well well...Sakura was certainly dressed in a festive manner to say the least. Ino's initial reaction was to have been just to stand up and demand to know what the hell Sakura was doing, but seeing her like that...well...it just sent some rather strange thoughts through Ino's head, and she couldn't help but grin. Quickly and silently, she crept up to her bedroom, changing into her own special outfit, before creeping silently back downstairs, where Sakura still seemed to be laying in wait in the main room. Standing at the doorway, Ino felt a final moments hesitation about what she was planning to do, but she quickly pushed those thoughts away and pulled out a small bag hanging from her robe, taking some powder from it, being careful not to inhale any, before blowing it discreetly into the living room. It wouldn't take long for the powder to take effect on anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the way. It contained a rather powerful aphrodisiac, but at the same time hints of a tranquilising agent. Not enough to knock someone out, but enough to make them weak enough that a child could knock them over. And now, Ino just grinned, sitting and waiting for Sakura to be affected....

Nothing in the world was better than sunbathing. Today was the perfect day, and many Pokmon and Pokmorphs alike were enjoying the warm weather. Two tall pink ears twitched as purple eyes opened up. The pink-furred figure stood and stretched, just as a few humans walked by. They stopped and stared for a moment, but soon moved on. Her split-tipped tail swung behind her as she walked towards the ocean before her. Unlike some of her siblings, Espeon enjoyed swimming every now and again. What she liked most though was drying her fur in the sun after a lovely swim. Twenty minutes later, the morph walked out of the water and laid on a large rock that was put on the beach for fire Pokmon or Morphs to sunbathe on. Of course, a lot more than just those types used it. Espeon lay out with her feet crossed at her ankles and her tail flicked from side to side as she closed her eyes. She could hear everything going on around her, but what awakened her was the fact that the sun was setting behind some clouds. Pouting, Espe decided to get up and head back into the woods so she could be on her way home. Usually she didn't travel through the woods where trainers hunted her kind. She stuck to city streets and other paths, but since her last battle, her clothes had been ripped up and with nothing to wear, she had to travel like any other Pokmorph. Yes, that's right. Espeon was naked. Her nipples became perky as a breeze blew by, but she barely even noticed. The psychic morph decided to rest along the side of a well-traveled path. Her purple eyes closed, but she was on full alert, just in case someone came by.

Tyler sighed softly as he slowly moved through the city. Today would be the day that he caught himself a pokemorph, it was the perfect weather today, and he knew that a lot of pokemorphs would be out in the woods today. Of course, a lot of them were shy, but he didn't care; he was going to get one, no matter what. He knew the forests outside the city very well, and therefore he also knew where he was going to look. He looked down at the pokeball in his hand and smiled. His Arcanine was strong enough to take on any possible challenge, so he wasn't worried about anything right now. He saw the outskirts of the forest and then moved a bit faster, so he could get there as fast as possible. He soon reached the forest and let out his Arcanine so she would be ready to challenge a pokemorph or defend him against one. She started looking around before catching the scent of a morph that had been there not long ago. "Lead the way, Arcanine," he said, and they ran after her. Of course, he couldn't run as fast as his Arcanine, but he had trained her so she wouldn't run too fast that he couldn't follow her. The female Arcanine stopped near an Espeon morph... A naked one... That wasn't something you saw every day. "Okay, Espeon, get up! Let's fight!" he told her with a smile upon his lips, as his Arcanine took a defensive stand. He was ready, and so was his Arcanine. "If you don't fight, I'll just have Arcanine weaken you until you are weak enough to get caught!" he told her as he looked over at her with a confident smile upon his lips. He loved battles, and hopefully this Espeon would put up a good fight.

The sun rose high over Johto to greet the world full of Pokemon, humans and Pokemorphs. Everyone seemed to be up early that morning, even the most lazy of people. Well, all except for the Snorlax that lived in the area. The sky was bright and blue by the time the rays of the sun penetrated the leaves that covered a cute little face. She had fallen asleep under some bushes the previous night to keep out of sight of those odd night trainers. Stretching, her brown paws popped out of the bushes and her thin black tail tipped with a big yellow lightning bolt swished around for a moment before she got on her knees and crawled out of her hiding spot. Standing up fully, the Raichu morph was just about five feet, six inches tall. Her slender body was covered in leaves, which she quickly dusted off. She hated it when her fur got all icky. Well, it was time to get a move on! Raichu slowly made her way towards Goldenrod City. She had been hiding out in the National Park since trainers didn't usually hang around there at night. The morph was careful to avoid eyesight when possible. It was rare to see a Pokemorph out in the day unless it was a captured one that was paraded around as a pet. Her curly tipped ears pinned back when she heard someone else rustling around in the bushes. Who else would be here in the bushes? A small spark of electricity came from her yellow cheeks as she tried to see who might be there. ]

The trainer left for his first day of becoming a pokemon master, though his mother and father were sorely against it. He wanted so bad to become the greatest that he paid them no mind when he left. But because of that, he left without a pokemon to even protect himself from the wilder ones around the area. He was too scared to even attempt a capture on any pokemon. He brought his bag from around his shoulder, looking at the contents of it. He had three normal pokeballs, two master balls, and one morph ball. The morph ball was the rarest of all the balls to catch the rarest of pokemon - the pokemorph. It was a pokemon that had the shape of a human - male or female. He sighed to himself, thinking why did he spend so much money on that damn ball and he was never going to see one. Their fucking rare and he's a newb. His head snapped to the left of him when he heard a sound on the other side of the bushes. Hitting the ground quickly and quietly, he crawled over to the bush, looking through the few leaves that blocked his face. Tariyamicursed his bag silently to himself as he watched the Raichu study the area. It seemed to be a female and a shockingly fine one too. Slowly pulling some pokfood from his fallen bag, he throws it out from the bushes hoping the pokemorph would just go for the free food and not explore where the food came from. He rolled from the spot he was in, trying to relocate himself without the Raichu noticing, which way he rolled. He reached in his bag, pulling out his morph ball, placing it behind his back, waiting for his chance to either use it or show himself to her.

Sirius sighed boredly as he sat in the Gryffindor common room, occasionally blowing a strand of thick hair out of his face, though it soon fell back across his eyes. By this time of the night most of the students had gone to bed, though as usual Sirius and Remus were still downstairs, and as usual Sirius was bored while Remus did his usual evening reading. Textbooks, newspapers... whatever had words on it really. At a week until the full moon, Remus was still his usual, relatively boring, self, though in just a few days things would start to change. At the very least, Remus would get a little more... interesting. "Come on Remus," Sirius whined boredly, jumping up to his feet. "This is boring, there's gotta be something to do besides reading. Can't we go take a look around the castle or something? Find someone to play a few pranks on... maybe even one of the teachers on their evening rounds?" He grinned slightly, leaning in over Remus. "Come on, just something other than reading for a change.

Remus was absorbed in the book he was currently reading, another book about werewolves, though the title didn't seem to hint at it. If anyone asked he would just say it was something he was interested in at the moment. He was vaguely aware of Sirius and his growing boredom. It wasn't until he felt the small sensation of the other's breath so close to him that he realized how restless the other was getting. Instinctively his body tensed. "What did I tell you about getting so close to me?" he breathed out quietly. "You're way too close." He closed the book and looked over at the other, his cheeks a soft pink. He always had the same shade when the other got too close. "We always do what you want anyways. Couldn't you spend one night studying, you know doing something I want, instead of always insisting we go off and screw around with the first person we see?" He sighed and shook his head. "Don't answer that. I already know the answer," he said calmly. "Fine, we'll do what you want, since we clearly don't let you out enough." He mumbled the vague reference to the other's animagus form.

The forest spoke. The rustling leaves whispered secrets, the breeze carried unheard whispers in an ancient language long forgotten. The shadows stirred awake, the wild beasts stalked their prey, stealthily, calmly yet ravenously. The Queen's Blade tournament was over. The time for grand battles, gossiping in taverns and town squares had passed. Only a few still mentioned it. The world was returning to normal... especially in this old forgotten forest. The forest where the lady, clad in white and red ceremonial garb, walked through.

The tranquil forest was silent, the ripple of birdsong echoing in the peace of the glade. A perfect, natural clearing, amid the swaying bamboo of the grove. Eyes the color of sapphires opened, ever-so-slowly, hazed in focus; Seated demurely at the very centre, her hands folded on her lap, Tomoe waited without impatience, the long-handled katana resting at her side, within easy reach. The miko's simple white hakama - trimmed in bright crimson, the pleated hem of her long gown a splash of color on the grass - rustled softly, in time to the slow in-out of her breath... The lovely miko certainly didn't look like a swordswoman or one of the recent competitors for the throne of the queen. Her skin was pale and unmarked, her lissome form molding sweetly to the pure, creamy fabric of her miko-fuku, the tails of her crimson headband fluttering in the gentle breeze. Midnight-black bangs caressed her cheeks, as Tomoe shifted, subtly, the white sash of her obi cinched tight about her slim waist, accentuating the full swell of her proud bust. Home. The shrine she'd guarded, for all of her young life, lay far away through the forest. The long, long journey awaited her, though she showed no sign of stirring. These moments of tranquility were few and far between, after all... And it would do her good to cleanse her mind, to contemplate all she'd seen and done in the Queen's Blade, so recently ended. There was a low rasp of fabric, as her sleek thighs ground lightly together, her eyes squeezing shut again. Sinking more deeply into her meditation, now, her curvy form unclenching as the stress, the tension of the last few days streamed away from her, like muck from a glistening jewel... Heedless of movement in the woods around her...

This was the absolute last time that Charlone was going to take on a mission of her own, regardless of who asked her or what the perks were. Simply because the commander of the Unicorn Knights had casually mentioned that a set of ruins should be explored, and that Wein and Hans were heading that way, did not mean that Charlone should follow. Now she found herself lost, alone, tired, and slightly wounded in the middle of what looked to be a labyrinth. An arrow was knocked on her bow, and she held the string loosely, eyes casting about for any signs of movement. She could tell that most of her magic, her strongest suit, had already been drained. She'd have to rely on her slow, long-distance attacks to manage it. "This is the last time I agree to split up," she muttered. If she'd gone with Hans, as the latter had suggested, then maybe she'd be alright. But instead she'd insisted that she could go alone, just like Wein did. Sometimes, her pride got the better of her. She sighed, moving one hand from the string of her bow to rub at the bridge of her nose. You'd think that after all this time Hans wouldn't get to her. "At least nothing's showed up recently," she admitted. She relaxed slightly, though her eyes continued to dart about. "I'd hate to encounter something now. I'd probably have to run from it." Which would be embarrassing to have to admit. Hans wouldn't let her live it down for weeks...

In the deep, dark ruins, something...lurked. Well, perhaps 'cowered' would have been a better word- Because, though eyes like wedges of overripe lemon watched from the safety of the treeline, they weren't the sharp slits of a prowling predator or even an orc's malicious gaze... No, it was the cringing, decidedly unnerved gaze of a goblin. Pressed flat on his scrawny chest, Nbox Muckshade sighed- very, very shallowly- absently scratching beneath his grubby, stained loincloth; His yellowed teeth chewed on his lip reflectively as the runty creature crouched amidst the fallen statuary, wondering exactly what he'd seen... He hadn't *wanted* to go hunting, this watch. But the Boss had said "GO!" to ol' Grimgaw Giantdread, and Grimgaw had said "GO!" to him- The smallest goblin in the group. "Nbox allaways get da lousy job," he'd grunted, wrinkling his ugly little face...But there'd been no help for it, and off he'd gone. Nbox'd hoped to blowpipe some woodgrouse, maybe dig up some roots and tubers...Of course, he hadn't expected *this!* The goblin had heard the footsteps, and wisely, Nbox had *hid*...Giving him a chance to get a good, long look at the 'oomie... And, by Mork, what a 'oomie she was. The little goblin's eyes had gone wide as saucers, his greedy gaze feasting on her curvy form- He'd immediately noticed how different she looked compared to the other humans who usually passed through here...Nasty, loud people they were, always armed with big, hurty swords and shiny magics. In fact...This was one of the first times he'd seen a human without those shiny steel clothes! So far, the humie- Funny teeth, she had- had wandered around a bit, rubbing at her nicely rounded behind (gulp). She didn't look happy...But since when were 'oomies ever happy? Nbox knew he should head back to tell the Boss about it- Still, the 'oomie looked mighty tempting, and he'd carried a full bandolier of darts today... Carefully, the goblin unslung his blowpipe, placing it to his lips, the fine dart- Tipped with a slow-acting paralysis poison - already nestled within. He'd sting the 'oomie first, then step out to see what she wanted...

A small, hooded figure walked through the sand slowly, methodically, heading straight towards Mos Eisley. A sandstorm was brewing, the wind whipping this way and that as the young girl made her way to the space port. Lara was a beautiful girl, and that was clear once she got into Eisely. The robe dropped off of her, revealing a tight robe that clung to her frame. She wasn't wearing bottoms, but luckily, the robe acted more like a dress than anything. She had black curly hair that brushed against her shoulders, pale green eyes, pale skin, and a smile that could make even Emperor Palpatine smile for at least a few minutes. A few of the alien creatures turned to look at the girl, but she paid no mind, only headed to the bar before speaking quietly to the bartender. "I need a smuggler. One who won't ask questions." He pointed off towards a corner of the bar, the girl nodding and walking over before dropping a bag of credits on the man's table. "I need you to take me somewhere. I'll pay 25,000 now, and another ten when we make it. If you accept, you'll know the location once we get to the ship. It's far too crowded in here to risk saying anything. What do you say, can you do this for me?

Arden looked up from his drink as he saw a bag drop onto his table. From the sound of it, it contained money. That was good. He liked money. He looked up at the person who had dropped it. It was an attractive young girl. This was getting even better. Now he just needed her to take off her clothes and his day would be perfect. Of course, he knew he would be dreaming since things like that never happened to him. She did want to hire him though. All he had to do was take her somewhere. That seemed easy, but maybe a little too easy. He looked at her carefully. She didn't seem to be a fugitive. He could be wrong, but he didn't want any Empire ships stopping him and searching his ship. He leaned back and thought about it for a few moments. He took a sip of his drink before looking up at her again. He then looked down at the money and back up at her. He smiled. "Follow me." was all he said. He got up from the table and placed a few coins down to pay for his drink. He left the tavern without even looking back to see if the girl was following. He stepped out onto the streets and turned toward the nearest space port. He walked along at his own pace, never looking back to check on the girl. He had to make it look as if he didn't even know she was there. He didn't know who she was or why she needed him, but she might have people following her. He had to be careful. As he walked, he ran a hand through his black hair. There was a sparkle in his blue eyes as he winked at a pretty girl he passed. He was 6'2" with a broad frame. He was strong, but not overly muscular. His skin was lightly tanned. He wore dark brown pants and a black vest. The vest just covered his chest and stomach, having no sleeves. He arrived at the space port and entered the hangar where his ship was located. He loved that ship, the Phoenix Flame. It was a custom-designed smuggling ship. It had one main area in the center that contained a small galley, a sitting room, a bedroom with a small bed, two gun emplacements on the front on the left and right with a very wide range of motion, as well as one at the back. The bridge was simple with just two seats at the very front of the ship. On either side it branched out slightly and led to a pair of large engines. They only appeared large though. The main thing about it was that the engines were only about a third the size that they appeared from the outside. Yet they could power the ship to speeds that normal engines that size could. The rest of the space inside the engine housing was perfect for hiding things. No one ever searches inside engines. Other hiding places included a very well sealed compartment beneath the bed, open spaces above cockpit control panels, and some compartments on the outside of the ship, only accessible from outside. The ship was designed for speed in both space and planetary atmospheres. He turned around to see if the girl had followed him the entire way. He had no doubts that she had. It was not likely for someone to not follow a person they hired to take them somewhere. The only problem was if she had lost him in the crowd.

Oh, Roxas could kill that motherfucker. How could that fucking redhead cheat on him with that slutty cheerleader? More importantly, how could everyone in the school but Roxas know about it? Oh, how it made his blood boil with all the rage and anger he felt at the moment. He wanted to take a knife and carve into Axel's ass like a turkey on Thanksgiving, but sadly that was illegal. The boy stomped through the hallway to his next class, having just left lunch where he punched Axel in the face after hearing the news of him sleeping with the slutty cheerleader, the one who probably had urinary tract infection, or at least the blonde had hoped so. He wanted Axel to feel massive amounts of pain for what he had done, the black eye he had given him being not enough. The small blonde noticed his fist was still clenched from when he had done the glorious deed of punching the cheating bastard in the face earlier only after he shoved a freshman out of the way and into the locker, producing a small dent from where his face landed. Hey, it was his fault, the boy shouted for everyone to "fucking move" when he exited the lunchroom, the glass on the door cracking a bit as he did so. Suddenly, Roxas heard a fit of giggles from a trio of girls down the hallway and stalked over to them, glaring at them. "So, you think it's fucking funny, do you?!" He shouted at them. "You think it's funny that EVERYONE but little old me knew about Axel fucking the whore? Well, fuck you, you stupid cunts!" Obviously, the boy was a bit...um, what's the word? Angry. He had every right to be, of course, Axel had slept with another person, a woman, no less. Roxas stalked off into his last period class, his teacher looking at him as he entered. "Roxas, you look a bit angry, what happened?" The blond only glared at his teacher as he took his seat. "Oh, did you finally find out about Axel?" He questioned, shuffling some papers in his hands. The blond's mouth dropped a bit, even his teacher knew Axel was cheating on him? No fucking way, this was ridiculous. He was truly the only one in the entire school to not know his boyfriend was sleeping with the cheerleader. Oh, this was the most embarrassing day of his life. Sadly, it was about to get worse, seeing as he shared his final period with Axel, who's seat was right next to his. Fucking great.

Hell, he never knew Roxas could punch so hard. When the squirt literally knocked him off of his feet, he felt as though temporarily lost his ability to see out of his left eye. He expected a weak shove, slap to the face, a kick to the shin, or all of the above, but he definitely didn't expect for the tiny blond to land such a skilled swing into his oh-so-handsome face! He didn't know his punishments would come around so cruelly, but when they did, he felt an incredible wave of guilt completely wash out his insides. His boyfriend of nearly two years, Roxas, actually dumped him because he so happened to have gotten a bit tipsy one night with a cheerleader. It wasn't his fault that he was almost knocked unconscious by the drink she offered! Hell, he was a boy, too! If his hormones were on a roll, there was no stopping him when there was a good fuck waiting for him in bed. But Roxas wasn't so merciful, even when he tried to reason that it wasn't his choice to have knocked her up. Nothing got through that pissy kid. And sometimes, he wondered if he had been dating a girl all along. But then again, a girl couldn't have punched this forcefully. Covering his bruised eye, he scurried into the nearest restroom to treat his wound, hidden from any prying hyenas who wanted a chance to see his demise in person. The black eye wasn't too serious, but it did leave a nasty purple spot under his tear ledges. Axel nearly shattered the restroom mirror into pieces. Then, as he clumbered out of the public bathroom with a wet paper towel clutched to the side of his face, he was faced with Lenina, the cheerleader whom was responsible for this whole rendezvous. Then, as if this whole incident were his fault, the girl shot her knee up his crotch, sending him into a second hell that refused to leave him, even as he fell to the ground in complete agony. He limped to the nurse's office, where he received a full lecture about faithfulness from the assistant there who treated the purplish ring around his eye. Then, he sulked into class. He was just about as pissed off about everything as Roxas was. So as soon as he entered class, he threw his backpack on the ground and plopped into his seat, lazily sprawling his limbs out. He slumped his posture and threw his head back, muttering incoherent swear words under his breath. Fucking Roxas. Fucking cheerleader. He didn't need them all. Well, maybe he didn't need Lenina, but ... Roxas ? Hnnn. It was totally awkward to sit right next to his ex-boyfriend, really. He was just about to request a seating change, but he decided to ignore him instead. Axel wanted to speak to him, but why risk getting another black eye? Things would change dramatically from now on. They wouldn't be able to kiss each other across the seat... pass notes during lectures... fool off together during lab assignments... and Axel would have to find another kid to cheat off of. Axel messed up the cinnamon red hair on the back of his head, grunting in frustration. And with an inward sigh, he turned to face his ex-lover, leaning in ever so slightly as if a bit frightened that Roxas would lash at him again, "Now, come on, Roxas baby! This was all a mistake! A big misunderstanding! I was drunk! You of all people should understand me!

Karin Kurosaki sighed as she stopped at the entrance to the park, grumbling as she looked in. As usual, the lights along the path were out, leaving the park in near total darkness. Still, it would cut a good 20 minutes off her walk home. "Geez....why'd I have to stay and practice soccer for so long...?" The girl folded her arms, glanced around, and shrugged her shoulders before setting off through the park. "Screw it, I wanna get home, and it's not like anything is gonna happen," she thought. "I can take care of myself." The girl ran a hand through her black hair, adjusted her bag on her shoulders, and continued on her way. Things in town had settled down in the past few years, and Karin was now 13 years old, nearly 14, and life was finally back to normal. No weird Hollows running all over the place or Shinigami dashing around. Finally, this was a normal town and Karin was living a normal life.... well, as normal as she could get with her father anyway. So deep in thought was she that she was paying little, if any, attention to her surroundings, just following the dark path through the park.

It wasn't like everything was back to normal. At least, nothing was coming from the other side for now. He was a wolf spirit that had taken a human's body and melded it to his own purposes. Of course, in the process of doing so, he'd killed the human and consumed his spirit. Not that he much cared about some petty human and no one missed him. So, even though he walked like a human, talked like a human, had arms and legs and fingers, he also had padded paws and claws on his hands and feet, fur covering his body and the muzzle of a wolf. People always thought that humans became wolves at the sight of full moons, but it was really spirits that came out, taking the human's body and soul. This girl wasn't exactly hard to find. She'd wandered into his forest and gave off a rather unique spiritual pressure. Stalking after her, his tail swayed behind him. Sneaking after her, he'd found a young girl. She was rather cute for a human. Maybe he'd keep this one as a toy instead of flat out eating her. Sneaking up behind her, the last thing she'd remember is a hard thunk on the head before waking up on a rather lavish bed in a dimly lit, but broad and spacious cave.

Lulu waited patiently, Magic Cactuar held loosely in her arms as she waited for the group to return. Lacking the money for an inn, they'd decided to camp out; several had been sent out hunting, while the others had gone on to stock up on supplies such as Phoenix Downs and the like. Only Rikku and Yuna had stayed behind while the others went off to their respective tasks, and after pitching the tent, they'd gone to bed. Lulu, meanwhile, had the esteemed task of watching their things, assured of the fact that she, as well as Rikku and Yuna, could take out any regular monster that might happen upon their little camp. Slender, pale hands smoothed silky black hair away from her face, darkly colored lips parted in a sigh. She was incredibly, woefully bored.

From just inside the forest that surrounded, a gelatinous shape peered out at the busty goddess. While just a monster, its instinctual arousal was clear, and it was indeed attracted by her... gifts. Sliding without a sound, it began to slowly make its way closer and closer to the lone woman who loomed over it. The monster didn't appear very big at all; in fact, it looked like it was just a baby Flan. But this was actually a bit of a defense maneuver - it did this to lull its prey into a false sense of security, which it would then transform itself to normal size and easily devour anything that challenged. Its full size was actually almost as tall as a human. And in fact, it could also change itself into a somewhat human-looking form. It used that when it got a taste for human women, this not being the first time it had set its sights on a sexy human female. As it got within a few feet of her, it stopped, its shape growing and expanding, taking on its humanoid shape before moving yet closer to the unexpected woman, its "hands" reaching out as it got just within reach of her.

The fresh smell of clean air, the soft chirping of birds, a beautiful blue sky with scattered clouds. Everything seemed perfect, or at least Alvin thought so. Alvin was a young teen, at what he considered the peak of his life, sixteen. Today was his birthday, and he was finally able to leave into the world, and be a tamer if he wanted. Though many perused it, he didn't really want that, he just wanted to be with one girl. The one Pokegirl who had captivated his heart already, even so if people might shun that. He didn't care, the rush of wind past him returning him to the real world. The forest around him, this was no place for him to day dream. After all he didn't want to get lost, if so he would never find his way out. His hand rested against a limp tree, this was the third marker he had to remember how to get to there secret place. It was as he was told in between His home town and her village. Even so it was deep into the forest, it would be at least a half a day or more to get from one place to the other, at least that's what Eva had told him. As he rested he began to day dream, for one reason or another his mind drifted to pokegirl match's. The sweat, the grind the moaning and groaning, before long he had a erection. Realizing it he shook it off, "N..No time for that! I gotta get moving or all be late!" Alvin muttered to himself running off before long, getting his mind off of other 'things'. It didn't take him long before he got to the entrance cave. Taking a short break he began in without much hesitation walking in the dark, he had memorized this entire path way, to each crease in the floor, to each rock, or at least the best he possibly could. "Eva!" Alven called out as he skid down a slope right into the light, shielding his eyes where they could have time to adjust.

The girl he was looking for was right there with him already. She quickly walked up to him from behind, jumping on him and wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Ha! You're late Alvin! That's not like you at all!" She gave him a tight squeeze. "Ack! Eva! You're squeezing too hard!" "Huh? Did my voice sound awfully feminine?" Eva's eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight. The young Eevee girl could see that she had her arms wrapped tightly around her older sister Luna, who was an Umbreon girl. "Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you okay Luna?" she asked, letting go of her. She sat up while her sister turned to face her. "Yeah...just caught me by surprise. It doesn't matter though, I need to get up anyway instead of staying in bed all day." She patted Eva's head gently before heading out of the room. Eva hopped out of bed and decided to head out again. It was then that she remembered her friend Alvin was going to go visit her again. She felt much happier after that dream, and she couldn't wait to see him again. After telling Luna, she was off deep into the forest to look for him. She knew she'd have to find him fast since he didn't completely know his way around here. Eva could have passed as human if it weren't for her Pokemon-like qualities. She had long brown hair that reached down to her waist, and she even had a pair of ears and bushy tail. As of now, she was wearing a brown button-up shirt with a black skirt. Another one of her sisters had put a scarf around her neck since it was a little chilly. Of course, in this human form she could easily get sick. She came up to the cave where she had met Alvin before, almost entering inside until she heard his voice coming from inside. A sly little grin came onto her face as she decided to try and startle him somehow. She swiftly climbed up onto the top of the opening, waiting until she saw him appear. She went to jump, except her foot slipped on the rock, causing her to tumble forward on top of him. At least he would break her fall. "Owie...ah! Alvin! Are you okay?

It was a dark world, these days. It seemed to rain more. Luxuries were more expensive, crime more common, the streets dirtier, the deaths more unpleasant, life harder and meaner and more violent. This room seemed to be a strong example of the new world. Peeling wallpaper, grime and a bare mattress, tattered condom wrappers and suspicious stains on the sheets. It's a hard place to wake up, especially when memories of how one got there are vague. A memory of a bite on the neck, sore for a second, and then blissful. Memories of sweaty, smooth bodies... or was that from before? A fever, like a fire inside, and strange voices. A door crashing open, the grunts and thuds of a struggle, and then a scream and the hiss of a sudden, furious fire. And now... an awakening into darkness, the room dim but still somehow bright, and the distant scream and clatter of a train thundering past.

Cici rubbed her head, moaning lightly at the headache. Okay. Think. Cute girl, kinda pale. Wanted to get it on. She wasn't waking up in a tub full of ice, that was good. No new scars that she could find. Wallet still there, backpack still there with her paint and markers, her gun still on the bedside table. First clothes, then delicious coffee to make this splitting, head-pounding pain go away, then finding out what the hell's going on. Standing up, she was still a bit wobbly, but steady enough to dress herself. She'd decided to forgo any undergarments tonight, instead going with a pair of tight jeans, a plain t-shirt, her boots, and her hoodie. She wasn't even going to ask why the hell there was a pile of ash on the bed. Usually better not to ask those sorts of questions. "Suddenly casual sex doesn't seem like a good idea," she said aloud to herself, finishing getting dressed by putting on her holster.

Good game," young, very skilled duelist Alexis Rhodes said to her opponent as her latest duel came to an end, cheers erupting among the crowd of fellow Academy students who were in the stands watching the duel. Her duels were always packed like this. It wasn't surprising, considering how popular and beautiful she was. Who wouldn't love a sexy female duelist with massive melons and a great pair of legs ending at an amazing ass? She was liked by both students and teachers alike... especially the males. She was the object of lust for many a male in the academy. Many had tried to... well, you know what they say about the best laid plans. She was more into dueling than dating. Still, it didn't stop the many suitors she had from trying to get into those much-desired panties. As she headed down the ramp, leading from the arena floor, most of the male student body had their eyes either locked on her ass or her breasts.

Watching a good duel was always fun, especially to a new student at the Academy. Ritoru just arrived at the duel school just a few weeks ago, and he already loved it more than regular boring school. Ritoru was a bit... different from other people in his class, for he was a dwarf that stood exactly four feet tall. But that didn't stop him from dueling, which he was pretty good at. He nailed the practical part of his entrance exam, but he got a zero on the written test. Which made him wind up in the red dorms. He didn't mind; he was enjoying this school way too much. Ritoru moved his black hair out of the way, as he watched a duel finish up. Even though he had only attended school for a short period, he knew who that girl was - Alexis, quite possibly the hottest girl in the world. His eyes never left her perfect breasts. He wanted her to be his, but he knew he would have some competition. The dwarf decided that he might as well talk to her, if he didn't then he'd never get the chance to be with her. Ritoru rushed over to where Alexis was walking and stopped beside her. "Hey, good duel there. You really kicked butt." He didn't know what else to say, talking to hot girls wasn't his strong suit.

Shannon walked briskly along South Street, on her way home after finishing the late shift at the grocery store in Lakewood, Los Angeles. It was a rotten job; she was underpaid, had gone through three hold-ups in six months, and her boss, Mr. Ingles, could never ever be trusted to keep his goddamned paws to himself. On top of it all, she thought she was coming down with a cold. Not that she would get any time off to recuperate. How could sunny California be so cold and damp as soon as the sun set, anyway? She skipped a step when she heard a gunshot go off before falling back into pace. She wasn't far from Compton, either. And it came again and again, close enough. She noticed others on the street stop and turn their heads to a smaller street running perpendicular to South Street. She stopped and looked as lights flashed in the windows of a less cared-for house in time with the shots before all suddenly went silent. She snapped out of her surprise and went for her cell phone. Marco couldn't believe how wrong this night had gone so suddenly and without warning. He crawled along the floor, breath coming fast and shallow, with one hand pressed over the parallel gashes in his chest. Oh shit, that hurt! One minute he and the crew had been getting prepared for tonight's raid; loading up their guns with bullets and their veins with speed, and all of a sudden the weird-looking type had just been there, stepping out of the shadows. Marco could see the front door a few yards off, just beyond Pel's rent corpse. Right then, the Cainitevitaewas all that kept him going. He'd have to beg his owner for a fix as soon as he got home. Where the hell was that freak anyway? Marco's question was almost immediately answered as a figure stepped out into the hallway, blood dripping off the half-foot long claws that had sprouted before their eyes a mere minute ago. The claws that had put an end to the party. The figure seemed to be in his late twenties, dusky skinned and clad in cheap, inconspicuous clothing: jeans, a tank top and a red ochre jacket. It was the folded bandana that kept his shoulder-length black hair back and the round-lensed shades that set him apart. Who wears sunglasses in the middle of the night? Marco wasn't happy about this, however, and with a pained gasp tried to crawl back the way he'd come, horrifically aware that it was of no use. "Leave me alone, man!" he cried out as the man approached slowly, calmly. The claws slowly slipped back into the tips of his fingers, excess blood falling down to the floor. Heedless of Marco's words, he took hold of the wounded man's jacket with his reddened hands and hauled him up with surprising strength, pressing him up against the wall. Marco groaned in agony, his breathing taking on a wet, gurgling quality. "Where were you headed, Ghoul?" The low but insistent words came from a face bereft of any sympathy for his victim's plight. "Who is your domitor?" Marco could feel the eyes of stranger, concealed as they were, bore into his, but the Bond was a powerful thing and the devotion he felt for his owner prevented him from revealing anything; and how he wanted to squeal right then! It was getting so hard to breathe. The man's brow furrowed and with one heave he threw Marco against the opposite wall. In the distance, the blaring of sirens could be heard. Crouching down by the prone form, the man turned Marco's head up with a hand, only to witness his last, gurgling attempts to breathe before he stilled and slowly went glaze-eyed. A slight curse escaped the man's lips as he let go and stood up, the red and blue light of the police car's flooding in through the house's windows in flashes. The man turned and walked unhurriedly towards the window he'd entered through. Walking along the street, the shadows seemingly rearranging themselves to keep him covered, Julio was given to thinking as he put the flashing lights and the crowd behind him. He couldn't say he was satisfied with tonight's undertaking. The only survivor had expired from his wounds before he could talk. He'd gotten rash in the initial attack. Sloppy. Stopping by a van, he turned and looked back at the scene, resigning himself to wait. He would have to wait and see what investigators, if any, showed up to have a look at the place. With any luck, they might be used to find the associates of the men he had just dispatched. A little patience could carry you a long way.

Sometimes it was the simple things in life that kept one sane; taking a quiet stroll through a park and not having to worry about gunshots or being mugged. Perhaps going to a restaurant and not having to fear that the next bite of food you take won't land you in the hospital stricken with some food-borne illness. And other times it was the comfort of your own home where you were protected from the harsh realities of the day-to-day, the ambiance of classical music carrying away the tension of the job and hot water tainted with bubble bath and lavender oil could ease sore muscles and make you forget your worries and troubles for at least five minutes. Then again, life also never ceased its flow for anyone, not even those who made it a point to work nonstop to solve all the mysteries and crimes this city produced on a daily basis. Some which seemed stranger than fiction as of late though she wasn't going to allow herself to dwell on them as she lowered herself into the hot sudsy water and sighed with relief. The only thing that could make this moment better would be a chilled glass of champagne and maybe the fact that this wasn't her apartment but rather some five-star resort located in some exotic location. And maybe a nice cabana boy ready to massage her back and shoulders bearing a pina colada or something after her luxurious soak. Yep, that would definitely make this moment a lot better. And a secretary to answer her phone. Answer...her...phone.... "Shit." She swore as she opened her coppery-brown eyes and sat up while her cell phone buzzed and rang angrily as if to let her know it didn't appreciate playing second fiddle to her daydreams and fantasies as she lunged out of the tub and snatched it off the counter. "Hello?"She asked, instantly regretting that she'd even answered the damn thing in the first place. She was supposed to be off for the next couple of nights after working eighteen straight days in a row but now it looked as if she was in for another long haul as she listened to the strained and tired tone on the phone. "Okay, where are you guys?"She inquired while wrapping a towel around her lithe form and absentmindedly rubbing her left foot against her right calf to banish some of the suds from her interrupted bath. "Gimme a bit, I was in the bath. I know..it's not your fault. Uh huh...bye."As she snapped the cellphone shut and glanced at her reflection. "Ain't this about a bitch?" She asked herself, rolling her eyes and exiting the bathroom and padding into her bedroom to find something comfortable and clean amidst the piles of neglected laundry. "Just one night... it's all I ask," she muttered before glancing at a picture of a man and a woman posing together in their wedding outfits. Her father had been a police officer and her mother a school teacher, much to her mother's dismay, she'd opted to follow a similar path after her father instead. She liked the thrill of danger, putting together the pieces to bring suspects to justice. Her way of tipping the scale in the good guy's favor when more often than not, it seemed the bad guy got away. And sometimes the bad guy employed desperate people like herself, squatting beside the body of someone familiar to her, gloved fingers gently and carefully turning the head of the victim before reverently laying it back on the floor. It was always hard when you knew that the corpse's name and its family. Much less when that family was hers as she turned her eyes up at her partner and took a moment to find her voice which seemed oddly misplaced in the confines of tight and dry muscles. As much as she wanted to cry, she couldn't do that right now. Time to be a tough girl and get through this. "Victoria, you know him don't you?" Justice asked as she nodded her dark head and sighed heavily, glancing back at the victim who stared back with lifeless eyes. What an utter waste! Marco was in his prime and instead of doing something productive with his life, he'd been all too easily seduced by the false promises of the street gang life. His poor mother was going to be heartbroken when notified that her last remaining child had been taken by the streets just like the other four before him. At least he had a family who would mourn him properly though unlike some of the other victims she'd come across over the months and years who would be processed like slabs of meat and forgotten only to be numbers in the system.. "Sorry. Yes, he was a cousin of mine." She answered as she stood and moved out of the way for city officials to step in and remove his body so someone down at the coroner's office could cut him open and find the cause of death after pictures and various samples had been taken. "I'm sorry for your loss." Justice muttered as he followed her outside, staying close in case she needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to hide behind while she got her bearings. However, Victoria wasn't the sort to let sentiment get in the way of her job as she turned to look up into her partner's face with her jaw set stubbornly in place while her eyes danced with a silent challenge as if daring him to tell her to go home. "Sorry you missed the other bodies," Justice began, only to mentally berate himself at how stupid that had to have sounded. The woman just saw a relative dead and the best he could do was apologize for the other victims and not show more compassion. "It's okay, just give me the cliff notes version of what they looked like." A touch of empathy in her tone as if she could sense how much his partner was trying to be supportive while not compromising the situation. They were at work, this was what they did. If she wanted sympathy, shoulders and heart-filled hugs while singing kumbaya around a campfire, she was in the wrong line of work. Gently, he pushed the emotional turmoil aside and let cold practicality settle in its place as they stood outside the house and removed the soiled gloves from her hands. "They didn't look nearly as good as..." He trailed off for a moment as she hiked her brows up slightly and nodded. So Marco had been spared a far more gruesome death, at least she supposed as she mentally shrugged. "They looked like they'd been done up with a machete or as weird as it's going to sound, a set of giant claws..." Justice shuddered as she gave a dry laugh. "Well, that sounds like the other group we came across a month ago." She pointed out to him, folding her arms across her chest while her teeth gently pressed into her lower lip. "You remember two years ago when we busted that small drug ring in South Central? Those guys were from South America right? Thought they were hardcore for using machetes to do their victims? I'm starting to think they might be back." She suggested. "You think so?" He asked as she gave a shrug. "Not really, not when the D.A. nailed them to the cross as it were. Sort of sent a message to similar groups and why would they suddenly surface now? Besides, there were no metal fragments found in the recent victims, remember? But neither were there any fur samples found so it couldn't be some wild animal running around. Whatever cut through those bodies, wasn't human but it wasn't animal either. Someone would see a bear and wild cats can't support themselves on their hind legs long enough to slash into a person's body.." As she turned shielding herself as though fending off some unseen attack. "When a person is attacked by a dog or animal, what's the first thing they do? They hold up their arms to protect their face, right? Why then didn't the victims have any cuts or bite marks to the arms and wrists? All that was found were slash marks as if someone were using claws, right? Across the throat, chest and torso area, a couple on the back from when they obviously tried to run. What animal doesn't keep mauling its prey once it's been felled?" She asked as Justice scratched his head as though truly stumped. "Well, a couple bore bite marks and they were missing some blood, remember? But we didn't find any on the ground to support that they'd bled out there. Like the blood had vanished." He spoke up as they lapsed into heavy silence for several minutes. Either there was a group of gothic kids who had their hands in gang activity..or they were dealing with things far out of their league and depth as she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "I don't know, Justice, vampires? We're in L.A...not Transylvania or wherever they come from. I'm having a bit of a hard time believing that there's some bloodsuckers running around here fighting turf wars like some supernatural gangsters." She snorted even though the first tinglings of doubt had already begun to settle in place. Was it at all unlikely? Given the evidence? This shit was giving her a headache and she wasn't looking forward to calling her Aunt later to tell her about Marco. Definately not the latter before a hand gently placed itself on her shoulder to shake her from her thoughts. "Vic, go home," Justice ordered softly as she started to protest only to be silenced by a finger pressed to her lips. "Just go home. Nothing more can be done tonight and the only thing left is a bunch of paperwork. You need to rest and let this all sink in. If you're tired, you're just going to wind up making a mistake later."Not one to pull punches even if he was trying to show some compassion. "I'm not going because you told me to.."She trailed off, struggling not to yawn as the two of them stared into one another's eyes. For a moment, there was a strong tension that built around them and the world seemed to fade before she lost the battle and yawned, breaking the spell of the moment in which both of them looked away quickly as if feeling guilty for that lapse of strength and control. "Well, you better call me if there's anything exciting happening. Not like I really do anything on my days off."She spoke quickly, thankful that her dark skin hid the flush of embarrassment in the darkness as Justice cleared his throat and nodded rapidly. "Take it easy, Vic..see you in a couple of days."He waved before moving away from his partner quickly and striking up conversation with one of the police officers in the area. Victoria smiled at his backside then pivoted on the axis of her heel and approached her vehicle across the street. Once settling in the driver's seat, she took a moment to rest the back of her head against the top of the seat and debated on if she should make that dreaded call now..or wait until she got home. Either way, her Aunt was going to be upset and while she hated waking people normally, especially to deliver bad news, this was going to be a hundred times worse than any of those times. "Home," she told herself as she slid the key in the ignition and started the engine, the silver-blue Accord departing its parking spot and leaving the area while her fingers gripped the wheel tightly to hold it together at least until she got home in Van Nuys.

Another problem, come about by the supposed untrustworthy shipping abilities of the movie theater. "I refuse to go to a movie theater that of course decides that Red Vines are better than Twizzlers," Sheldon replied to Leonard, who was offering to go to a movie. Sheldon however knew that the main ingredient within Red Vines was the kind of red coloring dye that has caused cancer in some individuals. Twizzlers were made correctly, and he refused to get a licorice that would kill him. Leonard sighed and took his car keys from the bowl near the door, before opening the door and leaving. Sheldon blinked, "Well that was a little unresponsive." He said, as he sat back down on his side of the couch. He turned on Battlestar Galactica and unpaused it from its previous spot on the DVD player, and then looked around. He was alone. How perfect. The annoyance of humans would not occupy him. He was alone. But there was a whirring noise that was starting to annoy him. Where was it coming from? Sheldon moved up and walked over to the DVD player, followed by pressing the eject button so that his disc wouldn't scratch. It did something worse. The DVD player sparked, and then stopped working. Sheldon twitched. "My... Battlestar." He said, falling to his knees in an epic way. "N-no!" He unplugged the DVD player and then put it into the trash can, followed by sighing. "Do I have to make my own DVD player in order for it not to break down?" But when the trash can closed, he noticed that he was bored. "Maybe Penny is home." He said to himself, and he got his key from the bowl near his door, opened the door, walked outside, and closed it behind him, followed by locking it. Knock knock knock. "Penny?" Knock knock knock. "Penny?" Knock knock knock. "Penny?" Sheldon asked, and he waited for the door to open. He had the Boggle board game, and was ready to play some Klingon Boggle with her if she was interested.

Penny stood in the bathroom, contemplating her reflection with a pensive air. Truth be told, however, her preoccupations didn't quite require the serious expression the pretty girl bore. Of course again, next to her neighbors problems that seemed to revolve around the purchase of limited edition objects from the comic book store and experiments gone awry anything was interesting. Kurt kicked her out of their place when they split, and the guys that followed were an incessant stream of hot yet irresponsible and self-absorbed jackasses whose main topic of conversation was their own persona most of the time. Her job wasn't getting her anywhere; the scent of cheesecake was almost more powerful than that of her vanilla oil. She shook her head softly, a pout gracing the delicate face. She deserved better than that. If even Leonard managed to find someone, why couldn't she? Penny almost smacked herself for the thought. Leonard was a nice guy odd, but compared to Sheldon, Howard, and Koothrapali he was fairly normal. Anyone was normal compared to Sheldon, she chuckled to herself. It didn't take a Ph.D. in psychology to figure out that he was nuts. Not in a bad way though, as far as she knew he was a lot less offensive than even her siblings. Sighing, she tugged on the string holding the short black robe made of silk together, letting the robe part to uncover her nearly flawless body. Grinning at her reflection, she nodded slowly, who wouldn't want a piece of that? She questioned the mirror in her low, playfully seductive voice when the familiar knocking disrupted her as it always would when she least expected it. Rolling her eyes, she pulled her robe back together, leaving the water running as she walked over to her door through her messy apartment. Oh, how she hoped Sheldon wasn't there because he needed her to drive him somewhere or even worse, because he locked himself out of his apartment. Pulling the door open, she stared at him with an exasperated, almost condescending expression in complete silence for a few seconds. Sheldon, she replied in a fatigued voice. What's wrong, sweetie? She wondered, studying him almost the way a mother would watch an annoying child.

Misty sighed as she ran a hand through her long, red hair. How many years had it been? She was 27 years old now... It had been over 12 years since she'd decided to return home and settle down. Unfortunately, the life of a gym leader hadn't exactly been as thrilling as she had been hoping. The competition from the various trainers had been moderate at best. Occasionally she'd get someone good, someone that could actually give her a challenge and beat her, but most of the trainers were just amateur wannabes. Not even worth pitying with some of her weaker Pokemon. Still, what drew most people in was the swimming shows. Her sisters still put on the shows, though despite their insistence, Misty tended to stay away, and certainly didn't participate anymore. Of course all this had left her life boring, dull, and unfulfilled. "Ugh..." Misty sighed as she slowly walked into the main hall of the gym, dropping a towel, wearing only a form-fitting blue bikini. She was going to go for a swim while it was quiet. There were few people around the city at the moment, and she wasn't expecting any trainers to come along to challenge her for a few days. "Ahhhh..." The woman sighed happily as she slipped into the water, then dove beneath and began to swim around in the large glass tank, blissfully unaware of her surroundings beyond the water.

A young man of about 17 smiled when he finally arrived at the end of his journey. The Cerulean City gym supposedly had a famous water show, as well as a beautiful gym leader, not to mention there was a legend of a cave nearby that once held a legendary pokemon. The teenager had mostly ventured here to find that legendary pokemon, but he would have been lying if he said he wasn't interested in that beautiful gym leader. He walked into the gym and looked around for anyone to battle. "Hello? Is anyone here?" The 6'1 male brushed a hand through his black hair and spoke up once more, "Oh you have gotta be kidding me. I'm gonna lose it if this gym is abandoned." He looked around with shimmering green eyes, once he caught sight of the gorgeous woman in the giant clear tank. He walked up to the glass, staring at her for a moment, lost in her beauty. The young male nervously closed his black jacket with the words Fair Play in red on the sleeves and on the back and zipped up to hide his pink t-shirt that had a ditto face on it. It was of course an embarrassing gift he only wore on laundry day. He then reached into his blue jeans' pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled on it quickly. He tapped on the glass several times and held up the paper which said, "Sorry to bother you. Are you the gym leader?" He smiled nervously and waited for her response.

Tessa sighed and ran her hands through her long red hair as she continued to hike, glancing down at the map in her other hand, trying to find anything familiar on it. She had gone up into the woods for a hiking trip with the school but had somehow ended up separated from the group. That was an hour ago, and she had been stuck wandering aimlessly since then. "Oh man," she grumbled, adjusting her backpack. "I'm really no good with maps." She started walking again, muttering under her breath. "Maybe if I can find this river or something then I can follow it... But I don't hear any water or anything..." Tessa scoffed, then started walking a little faster, holding the map with both hands now, studying it intently, trying to force her eyes to see something she had missed before. "Come on, come on," she said, "There's got to be something somewhere..." However, Tessa was studying the map so intensely that she had little to no sense of what was around her, or where she was really headed. Unbeknownst to her, she was actually heading deeper and deeper into the forest rather than out of it...

As Tess ventured deeper into the forest, she strayed farther away from her intended location. Trees began to look identical, blocking out the sun and casting shadows on her. Unbeknownst to the young girl, she had wandered into a rather notorious part of the forest called "Luscious Dreams." The name came from the inhabitants of the nearby town who reported strange occurrences in the area, such as people seeing half-animal/human hybrids running around and snatching fruit from the top of trees, to performing orgies in the clearings. Whether these stories were true or not, this forest was known for another thing - the massive amount of rapes that occurred here. Some said they were attacked by giant devils, but others blamed human assailants. No matter how many were put in jail, the rate of rapes continued to increase. When the sound of men became audible in this usually abandoned forest, it meant only one thing - something Tess wasn't aware of. Hidden by the bushes, a group of five men huddled around each other covering a woman who was lying naked on the forest floor. In the process of raping the girl, who was no older than Tess herself, they were unaware of their surrounds and would not realize that they were being watched. Thrusting his hips deep into the girl, his hands squeezing against her pale skin, one of the assaulters started to cum inside of their victim, getting a soft moan in return. After a few minutes and a slight squeal from the girl, the men finally left, making their way onto a small path not too far from Tess. Once out of sight, the victim sat up quickly stretching her long arms out as she yawned loudly, revealing that her body was practically covered in the men's cum. Her long white hair, parted into pig tails which resembled the ears of bunnies, was covered in tree branches and dirt. No good... no good at all... softly whispered the girl breathing deeply, obviously exhausted from her experience. Parting her legs, she revealed her now bright red cunt, which was slowly leaking out globs of the men's cum along with a long golden chain. Big meanies they were... big meanies! Slightly aggravated, she started to tug at the string, slightly moaning softly as she did. With one mighty tug, she was able to withdraw a rather large conductor's watch from within her struggling to keep her voice from being a loud scream. Opening it quickly, she jumped back as she slowly got to her wobbling legs. Too much fun... too much... I am late... so late... only in this moment after seeing the time did the girl seem panicked before she started to make her way even deeper into the forest. Using the trees around her to keep her from falling onto her face, she moved forward towards a large oak tree that seemed to not belong among the others because of its rather strange pattern on the trunk. Getting to the tree, the young victim fell against it as her legs gave out, however, she held tightly to the tree. It was obvious that this girl was in need of some serious help, but the road that leads out of the maze of the forest was extremely close by, and if Tess followed the girl, she might end up getting lost all over again.

The forest was stirring, but tonight, more than usual. The trees and their entirety sang; the copse of oaks, bushes and rivers, even the wildlife was singing, kneeling before the immense aura that permeated the ruins. Since Zathrian's demise at the hands of the Grey Wardens, his curse of "lycanthropy" had supposedly been dispelled, returning those branded by his vengeful talons to their original statures. The blight which threatened to destroy all of Ferelden had since been thwarted by the Grey Wardens and the indigenous were slowly - but surely - putting together the shattered pieces of their lives. However, the disease that Zathrian inflicted upon those who did wrong to him was not completely alleviated. While some curse victims were completely cured, others were "half" cured. Those who were half-cured were able to assume human and lycan form at will while still maintaining their wolfen physical attributes. Some had deemed this as a burden, while others, a fabulous blessing. To those who accepted it, they believed they could form their own race, a superior race. An eerie glow burned through the ruins that balmy evening, casting mysterious shadows here and there. A throng of werewolves were huddled around a snapped pillar, seemingly conversing while another group proceeded into the broken temple. One within the group was seemingly human, but the flaxen glow of their chilling gold eyes suggested otherwise. Whispers emitted from their maws like a song, following a string of loud, shaking footfalls. Tonight the werewolf clan - remnants from Zathrian's affliction - had gathered to the heart of the forest to meet a new face. This tyrant, as they had deemed him, claimed he could lead their race to victory and ensure that their existence would never again be undermined and always be feared. Some were skeptic while others traveled to the ruins only to sate their intrigue. There was one werewolf - a woman, in fact - that wasn't so moved by this stranger's agnostic claims. Her eyes bore through the spectral light cast down from the plump moon, nearby spectators thrown aback by her sudden intrusion. The woman was tall; amazonian, with flesh touched by the deserts and a long, starless mane which framed her exotic face in a roguish manner. One of the werewolves - a man - ogled her for an instant then grunted to the others, quickly disdaining her sudden appearance. They had known her as Ammon, but since becoming a werewolf, they had often referred to her as "Banshee" simply because her howls were composed of beautiful tones; she would sit in the forest and sing until the sun rose, but as a human, she nary uttered even a sound. The woman, clad in a tight, ashen bandeau and a coal-colored cardigan, trekked into the ruins and down the stair-well where the Lady of the Forest was once housed. It was here that this new "leader" was to speak, and undoubtedly, the woman would have something to say concerning his leadership.

In the thicket of the forest, deep within its nestling trees, stood a ruin of seemingly no potential as it lay in broken heaps, but deep within its descending caverns gathered a fairly large group of creatures. Creatures that had thought to be extinct now that the 'curse' that plagued them had ended. But the curse had not cured all of them and instead of returning to their human states, the werewolves had become something new, something different, yet something entirely the same. That is why he was here. In the midst of the crowd of werewolves stood a cloaked figure; he stood higher than the rest with feet planted firmly on a half-broken pillar. His face was hidden in shadows except for his lips, which were held firmly in an expressionless line and surrounded by light stubble of a dark brown that was almost black. He raised his head only slightly as more werewolves gathered and he could not only feel, but hear every heartbeat within the room, as well as beyond the stone walls. He was new here, with a small group of werewolves he had found scattered around Ferelden. They were like him; half turned, confused, afraid, and lost. A lot had happened to him before meeting these creatures much like himself and he himself had become something new. What he had become had never been seen by the likes of any races in their world and the power he held was to be used to create a new world. One in which all of his people could live and not have to fear leaving their forests. Tension hung thickly in the air and Jericho looked over the crowd; though he could see them clearly in several senses, they could not see him in the same manner. His face still hidden by darkness, the scent and figure of him were masked as well, a secret he had learned over the years and planned to teach to those who wished to follow him. "My dear brethren," his rich, metallic voice rang clear through the silence, everyone's attention now solely on the cloaked man, "my name is Jericho and I am here to save you." His words strung together with captivating intonation and sincerity, but he spoke quickly, almost as though he were in a hurry and his words became urgent, though not quite begging. "The world outside these ruins are not kind to our like, especially now that we have become something... similar to human, but more. They resent us and will continue to do so. I tell you this because it is the truth. I have been there, outside and in their world, and seen what they are capable of." Throwing back his hood, a face was revealed with gasps from the people around him. His dark hair had been slicked back to expose a scar that had liberated him of half his face. It was mangled flesh, churned and charred with colors of pink, red, and even black. The right had barely been saved, the scar missing it only barely. His life side, however, could be called handsome and had even warrant a few flirts from human girls when he had been in disguise, though he himself had never bothered with such endeavors. Skin bronzed by the sun was covered in other, smaller scars and his eyes held the same yellow as the rest of theirs, but the iris was lined in a deep orange as well, almost glowing as he looked over his kind. "This is what humans do. Elves, dwarves, Grey Wardens, nobles, commoners. Everyone." Now he stepped down from the pillar and as he searched through the crowd, he was sure to make eye contact with everyone there. Coming across one of the rare females in the crowd, he felt a dark tension rising from her, but hoped his words to come would help her understand. His eyes hardened as he took her in and when his lips moved, fangs caught moonlight that crept through the cracks in the foundation. "They will kill you. They will hunt you down. For years, I was taken prisoner by humans, kept like a slave, but treated like an animal. They did not kill me but that was a mistake." Jericho raised his hand and spread his fingers, an orange flame playing at the tips of his fingers, the same color in his eyes glowing brighter. "I possess a power that has never touched this earth. An Old God came to me, in my dreams, and gave me the power to liberate myself. And all of you. If you follow me, I promise you will have a future for yourselves." He stopped then, the glow and flames dying out instantly; he folded his arms within deep sleeves, bowing his head. "Follow me and you can howl at the moon any night you like and not fear being heard and hunted. Follow me and you will be able to stretch your legs to any part of this world without a bother." He let his words sink in, waiting for any answer or response before continuing.

Naruto ran into the village they were taking refuge in that night, a large lump on his stomach. "Oh shit, oh shit, this is not good," he muttered under his breath as he searched for his sensei and Sakura. The lump on his stomach? A small black kitten that he had stuffed under his shirt a few minutes earlier. He struggled a bit as the lump started moving, and adjusted the feline under his tattered jacket. Why was it so dark? Sasuke blinked open coal-black eyes to see virtually nothing. He could make out a flash of orange, and what felt like skin against his face. What the hell? The boy squirmed a bit against his captor, his ears picking up the sound of Naruto's voice and footsteps. He hissed deeply under his cloth prison and sank his claws into the dobe's skin, causing the blonde to flinch.

Kakashi-Sensei had been staying inside of the building they were using as a home for the mission they were on. Going to smaller villages and having to break up their wars was such a tiring job, so sitting back reading his adult stories was the only way to get comfortable in the village. It was nice having the place to himself while Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura all had gone out to finish doing a few things around the village. He had been reading for mere minutes when he heard Naruto just outside the building. He only heard him because he gave a yell of pain. He didn't know where it came from, but when he looked out the window next to him at Naruto, all he could tell was that something was in his jacket. "Naruto, come inside," he yelled down to his student. Now all he had to do was wait for Sasuke and Sakura.

Aizen sighed and rubbed his eyes as he watched Zelman finish off another dancer as a meal. "Really brother," he said, shaking his head. "You really have to do this, don't you? At this rate, we'll never get this place opened. Do you know they want us to fail?" Zelman sighed and pushed the dancer aside, who was nothing more than a limp body. "They won't risk the backlash that would come from it," he replied. "Sure, they want to get rid of us, but they would also be hurting themselves." Aizen watched as his older brother picked up a wine glass and drank down the dark red liquid. "I don't see why you don't just drink what we have stored," he continued. "It wouldn't kill off our hired work!" The Night Fang was the newest nighttime club in the city, and all the hype about it would be lived up to if they ever could get ready to be opened. It was going to have multiple dance levels, private rooms, an indoor pool and jacuzzi, and working bars. Zelman looked out at the line outside and nodded to the bouncers. "Let them in," he said. "Free drinks for the opening night!" Zelman laughed after disposing of the body and heading down to enjoy the party. Aizen, on the other hand, stayed on the VIP level watching as the crowd filled up.

Jessica was excited to experience Night Fang. She had heard nothing but great press about it and was thrilled to be near the front of the line on opening night, waiting to be let in. She looked over at her friend Belle and smiled a large smile. "This is going to be the best!" she declared. The large bouncer stood just in front of her, his muscles rippling and bunching up his tight shirt. They had obviously hired the best for this club! She wasn't about to try anything with him! Her husband Roger was out of the country filming a movie and she had been aching for a night out on the town to let her stress out and get admired by some men. When Belle had mentioned that it was opening night for Night Fang, it only took her a moment to agree and begin to get dress. Standing now in her favorite shimmering red dress that hugged her curves and showed off her deep, plunging cleavage, she was getting impatient to get into the music and the drinks. Finally, the bouncer lifted the divider and stepped aside, allowing the crowd into the club. Jessica bounced in on her high heels, tugging Belle along by the hand, as they first went to the bar for a Sex on the Beach each, and then found their way onto the dance floor.. soon, the drinks and the music were blending together in them as they went more and more wild, letting out all of their anxieties and worries, finding freedom in the dance.

Forte was riding around on his motorcycle, about to pick up his partner...Tifa. They had only recently started to work together...actually, this would be the first time they would actually be working together in a mission of some sort. Something Forte was more than thrilled about, seeing as he had a thing for Tifa. A huge thing for Tifa. Not afraid to touch her inappropriately, talk to her seductively, or talk to her like a fool either. Of course he could have a decent conversation with her, but really he just wanted to lay her down and fuck the night away. Forte was just getting into the whole bounty hunter deal. In fact, this would also be one of the strongest people he'd ever gone after. Normally he helped with local crimes - people stealing things, all of that jazz. Petty criminals mostly. Recently, he was kicked out of his house because he was a lousy good-for-nothing. So now he was trying not to be such a lousy good-for-nothing and put some bread on the table. And killing things for money seemed like the perfect opportunity to do that. He rolled up in front of Tifa's house (or apartment, wherever she lived), and tried to look inside to see if she was changing or anything. He revved his engine to let her know he was there.

Tifa stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her body as well as her wet hair. She looked at the time and saw she had twenty minutes before her partners showed up to pick her up. She tossed her towel on the bed and picked up her bra, which slipped into it easily. It was new actually - black and lacy, and it clipped from the front. She picked up the matching black lace panties and slipped into them as well. Then she grabbed her new skirt, which she tugged up her legs, zipped it from the side, and looked at herself in the mirror. It was a loose-fitting, ruffled black skirt that stopped just under the curves of her ass. She liked it and it gave her mobility. The last piece of clothing was a tube top that showed midriff. She slipped into it, seeing the cotton stretch out a bit thanks to her large breasts. She shrugged and went to brush out her hair. She heard an engine roaring and rolled her eyes. She met her partner some days ago, talking and wanting to get to know him better. Seemed he needed help, and she needed a partner since Cloud was off doing his own thing with Vincent. Tifa grabbed her gauntlets, slipped them on her hands, snatched a healing and elemental materia, and ran out of her small house. She locked the door and ran up to Forte, waving. "Took you long enough," she said, hopping in the back, her arms wrapping around his waist, her breasts pressing against his back. She would have used her bike, but damn Yuffie crashed it and was now being repaired. "You know where to go right?" She asked, hoping he knew and was good and ready for their first mission.

Sonata patted her cheeks and took a deep breath in front of the mirror. "Okay this is it," she said, after all the training and preparation. She adjusted her white tank top, tightening the belt on her white cargo pants. She didn't want them falling down due to some unusual extremities; it would be embarrassing on an insane level. Out of insecurity, she patted herself, feeling the long thick bulge beneath her pants. Yup, it was still there. She wouldn't mind...if she thought people were more understanding. But she would probably be labeled a freak for having a penis, and a sizable one at that. "Oh come on! No one knows so stop worrying!" she sighed. It was a pain to. She was by any standards gorgeous, with long shiny white hair, firm, shapely breasts, perfect ass and legs, and an eleven-inch long dick. Perfect. Oh well. Eventually, she might build up the courage to tell someone, maybe her trainer friend perhaps. It had been years since she'd seen her, since she'd gone off to become a Pokegirl trainer. Ever since then, Sonata had been training to become a breeder, so maybe she could at least help her friend in some way. As she walked to the agreed meeting place, she mused over what her friend would look like. She herself had changed quite a bit since they split off, imagining her as busty and hot like her. Somehow it wouldn't take, she imagined her a little more gothic or alternative style. Though she had to stop visualizing as her member was beginning to respond. It was okay, her baggy cargo pants hid it unless she got a full-on erection. She breathed deep and cleaned up her thoughts. Enough of that. She was almost there.

Kaia adjusted the glasses that had sunk to the bridge of her nose. Her short black hair framed her face in a cute way, just showing enough to entice, but hiding some of her features from view. Her dark eyes looked out across the grass that led right up to the gate that led into Saffron City. She could see the skyscrapers and buildings so close, but blocked off by the hills and stone that ran around the city. She'd not been home for so long. She was excited to see her friend, Sonata, who had wanted to become a Pokegirl breeder when Kaia had left so long ago. She blushed as she found herself straightening her outfit, a short skirt and a long-sleeved sweater to keep out the chill of winter. Her legs were kept warm with the thermal hosiery that she wore, and her neck and chin was warmed with the orange striped scarf. She felt a cool breeze brush past and she shivered, but only for a moment. Her thoughts quickly went back to the friend she hadn't seen in so long. Her hand went to one of the balls at her belt, which she took and tossed, pressing the button before letting it fly. A flash of light and Eevee, her pokegirl stood there. The girl had long ears that came from the mussed and matching brown hair that hung thick in the way of her own glasses. She wore a tan scarf and a brown and white shirt, a skirt and stockings finishing the ensemble, her thick bushy tail sticking out from the hem of the skirt. She looked like her owner, if nothing else, then in clothes, though they weren't exactly alike. "I want you to meet Sonata, Eve," she said as they went through the doorway of the gate, "She's gorgeous and I think I want her to work with you to breed. I think I want to get you mating with another Eevee sometime soon." The pokegirl nodded, the blood rising in her cheeks as her hands unconsciously dropped to the bulge that was hidden beneath the loose folds of her long skirt.

Alister Solaris studied the picture of his target. Besides knowing what she looked like, and the general area of where she was, Alister knew very little about her. When he had received the mission from the Alliance, they only told him of a few of her exploits. It made him skeptical of why they were paying him so much to capture her. As long as they paid him nicely, he didn't care. He had no loyalty to the Alliance as long as they paid the best. It only left him wondering why such a hefty price for a woman who didn't seem very formidable in the things that she had done (at least what they had told him she had done) or looked dangerous. None of it made him lose any sleep or frustrate him, with the exception that he did not know of her whereabouts. All he was told was that she was on a planet in the outskirts of the Galaxy. He had been there for a few days with no sign of her, asking around in various cities in hopes to hear something. Nothing. In all desperation, he found himself sitting at a bar, not expecting to find her but just to enjoy a drink. Alister looked fairly normal, wearing a black vest over a plain white shirt, and grey cargo pants. All the normalities went away when one saw his backside- there was a lengthy, slim blade strapped across his back diagonally. A pistol on his hip, staying on his person by a belt, didn't help him look any more friendly. Had it not been for the weapons, he seemed very approachable. He seemed young, maybe in his mid twenties. His skin was sun kissed, a tanned white that only made his blue eyes shine out more against the whiteness of his eyes and his skin. His hair, like his skin, was tanned in color. It was close between a dirty blonde and a light brown.

Kelly Luna had managed to stay off the radar for much longer than she'd expected. She imagined it had something to do with the way she looked--innocent, delightful, beautiful. But there was a tinge of hotness to her that made men lust after her in ways she didn't like to think of very often. At least not if she wasn't bored and lonely. She was aware that she was being tailed, but there was only so much running one could do before rest is needed. So Kelly found her way on this planet, biding her time until she felt she could go on again. She was downing her third drink when the obvious Alliance hire came in through the door. Sure, the town was no stranger to tourists, but locals could see trouble when it came to them, and so could she. Just the quality of his clothes alone was a giveaway, not to mention the blatant weaponry. So obvious. She'd even caught him looking at a picture that he hid carefully. No doubt it was hers. No point in getting upset about it. She supposed it was really just a matter of time. Still, she wasn't sure if she could smooth talk her way out of this one. Kelly didn't look like she would hurt a fly. There was a kind sort of peace to her face that put people at ease right away. Her smiling blue eyes stood out nicely in a pretty face that had the perfect size nose and full lips. She was simply beautiful. Her hair was a rich chestnut color--sort of like a liquor, fiery, but brown at the same time. At the moment it reached down her back in beautiful waves of soft, loose curls. And then there was her body. She wasn't perfect, but she could make a man stop in his tracks. She was tall with long, curvy legs that ran into a tight ass and small waist--though she still looked healthy. And her chest was perfectly proportionate to her body--just big enough to be enjoyed to the fullest. The body in question was wearing tight jeans, a pair of high heeled boots and a sexy black shirt. She stretched, paid her tab and finished her drink before she got up and headed to the dance floor where people were already tearing it up.

Chun-Li looked left and right as she moved slowly onto the battlefield that she was supposed to be on. She was ready. She was dressed in her battle attire. She had been asked to do a friendly sparring match against one of the women she had fought before. She couldn't remember who it was that she fought in the future, but she was ready for whoever would challenge her. She stood in the center, waiting for her opponent to show herself. "Whoever you are," she called out, "come out! I am ready!

Well, well, look who it is. Sexy little police girl Chun-li. Even when I'm not having my special kind of fun, you still manage to find me. You really do want in my pants," came the very familiar voice of Juri, one of Chun-li's most bitter enemies, as she seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Can't say I'm surprised though. With the way you show off your body in that outfit, you're obviously trying to get a... special kind of attention from the people you fight," she added with a girlish, yet still rather evil little giggle as she taunted the woman. "Hey, it works though. Gotta say, makes even me want to get in your panties," she continued, laughing loudly.

Bella coughed and kicked awake only to cramp her thigh. She was bound by something. She struggled against it to no avail. Alright Bella. Calm down. She controlled her breathing and tried to adjust her eyes. She couldn't see through the blindfold that had been placed on her. Shit. "Fucking Covenant," she muttered as she rubbed her forehead against the ground to remove the blindfold. She was laying in one of the Covenant's portable holding cells. For pylons erected an energy barrier around her several yards wide. For some reason she was still in the wilderness. She would have expected to be on a carrier by now. Not in the middle of a jungle. What the hell were these creeps up to? She managed to grit her teeth against the pain of the cramp and right herself, balancing on her bound feet and going to her knees. Shit where was this? She shook her head and tried to remember anything leading up to this. Her head was pounding and she couldn't think straight. There...was a firefight. Jackals had overwhelmed the guard towers and they were ambushed...there...was an explosion...and brutes? That was all she could get. "Fuck Bella. You always get into the worst don't you?" She was ready to die, so it didn't bother her. But she hated waiting, and she hated not taking a few down with her.

A large Sangheili, or known by the humans as Elites, stepped out of the set up command post in their camp. He was ranked as a Zealot, one of the highest ranks Sangheili could achieve within the Covenant Hierarchy. He was stationed on this planet to see if the rumors were true, that there really was a Forerunner artifact on this pitiful human settled world. He hated this; the military here was small and there had been no sign of any artifact - at least as far as he knew. He looked over to see a human female in one of their prison cells. He let out a small reptilian growl and marched to the cell. "Why does this human live!?" He spoke angrily to his underlings who stood in tow. The established protocol was to kill all the humans who were of no value. As far as he could see, this woman held no value, as of yet. One of the Unggoy, or grunts know to humans spoke through his ventilator. "S-Sorry sir... but all other humans were killed in the explosion, she's the only survivor... She might have information." The Sangheili turned and pushed the Unggoy away. "Then go get the translator!... The human wench will be heavily interrogated," he said. The Unggoy nearly fell over from the shove and he then spoke. "B-But sir... o-our translator was in the Phantom destroyed by their defenses..." The Sangheili turned and grabbed the Unggoy's ventilator and pulled him close. "Than what use could she be to without a translator?!" He asked. The unggoy spoke back in desperation. "W-Well the men have been without release for months!... P-Perhaps she could be of use to please the men?" He cowered in the grasp of the Sangheili, knowing at any time he could be killed just to vent his anger. However, the Sangheili considered his proposal. He looked back at the human and said, "... Perhaps she can... I will test her." He released the Unggoy, who scurried away as soon as he was free. The sangeili stepped through the one-way shield into the cell, looking down at the human with a slight amount of amusement. He'd never done such a thing with a human female before; he thought it might be a good way to vent his hate for the humans. He reached down and began to remove the armor containing his large, deeply ridged cock.

The 20th and 21st centuries have brought about great advancements in technology, from computers that barely held a few megabytes to having huge amounts of data being a normal thing. Behind the scenes, the digital world has advanced far beyond what we thought it would. Virtually, another universe exists, a vast land with virtual wildlife and creatures. Strange monsters exist there, called Digital Monsters(Digimon). Several times special humans have been summoned and brought into the digital world to stop a threat and save both the real and digital realms from evil. Now is such a time. Eric unlocked the door to his home, removing his shoes and setting his backpack down near the door. He headed into the kitchen, spotting a note from his dad and reading it while grabbing some stuff to eat. Apparently he had to work an extra shift and wouldn't be home til late. No big deal. The teen headed back into his room and turned on his best friend, the computer. While he had some people he hung out with, the computer and Internet were where he spent most time. Today though, something seemed different. After it turned on, instead of his desktop, a text box appeared. "You have been called. Are you ready?" it read, with a single button, reading 'Yes.' The boy was unsure, but, hoping it wasn't a virus, clicked yes and took a bite of the sandwich he'd made. It happened in an instant. A flash and he was gone, digitized and sent into the digital realm. Black squares appeared in a forest, and his body fell out and onto the ground in a clearing, the disturbance quickly disappearing, leaving him unconscious there.

Renamon was walking alone in the computer forest with a Golden Ovel-like digivice. She was about to be at the exact place she was told to go by a Digimon called Jeni. She remembered their conversation quite well. Jeni had appeared in front of her out of thin air as if he had been there all along and smiled at Rinamon lightly. "Hello lass! I am Jeni and I have come to tell you something dreadful that you probably already know yourself, and I'm going to tell you some thing wonderful that you will just learn... now these lands have been darkened by a human who has forced himself up into our world by means unknown, and partnered himself up with an evil Digimon known as Ladydevimon. She is an evil and vile woman of a Digimon, both the human and her have destroyed and built black towers that send most weak minded and rookie level digimon into sexual frenzy's. These are dark times, and our world looks like it may become one with the darkness, and if this comes into play the human world will be next!" Renamon looked at the Human looking digimon in front of her dazed by what she had heard. There were stories in the east of things such as this but she had never believed them, but the look on his face told her it was all true. She licked her lips and cleared her thoughts before speaking to him. "But if this is happening how can we stop this human and Ladydevimon? I mean, she must be so powerful to have done all this." Jevi looked at her one eye opening eye. "Yes, she is," he said. "It is uncertain if this is true, but from the power she possesses it might be."Renamon fell to her knees, fear taking her body. 'No... if she is there, is there any way our world can live?' Jeni shook his head. 'Either dead or recruited into their ranks for their greed and lust.' Renamon closed her eyes. But hope not my lady, for you shall save us!' Renamon's eyes shot open as she looked at Jeni like he was mad. It has been fortold by old that a human will come and help you save our world from this darkness. You will need this.' He gave her a golden Ovel-like digivice and smiled. Go to the computer number 56481-0, a human will appear there to help you on your quest.' Renamon got up, staring in wonder at the digivices and knew all the stories of humans coming to their world and saving them with the power of Digivices that digivolved their digimon into unstoppable Digimon some of them had become a level beyond Mega and fought enemy's that were so strong it seemed all was lost. She looked at Jeni in wonder as he spoke again. 'Now go and be careful!' And with that he disappeared. That was the last time she saw him as she got to the computer. She saw it was blinking, showing a little e-mail symbol. 'You got mail! Will you take it?' She clicked yes and the screen lit up like a flashlight. She jumped back and hid behind a tree. As the light stopped, she looked around to see a male human on the ground passed out. She went over to him and pushed him onto his back. She looked at his face lightly. 'So this is a human. I was expecting something a little more... well, well never mind.' She shook him lightly. 'Wake up human, wake up! This is not your bed, and no time to be laying on the ground...'

A light flipped on in a small bedroom upstairs. Kiki looked around her new room in dismay. She hated moving A LOT. The worst part about it all was the unpacking portion. So many damn boxes. Grumbling, she moved over to her bed and cleaned it off. Well, at least now she'd be able to go to sleep when she was finished. Her parents had gotten on her case about her room and said it was high time she accepted this new house. So she decided to unpack finally. Kiki was normally a well-behaved girl and never caused any trouble. But she never liked moving much, and on top of it all there was something about this house she didn't like. Picking up a random box, she set it on her bed and began to sort through it. Halfway through it, her blue eyes focused on a picture. Picking it up, she looked over it. It was of her and her friends from her old school. Biting her bottom lip, she dropped it back into the box. She couldn't do this right now. She was still highly uncomfortable and sad. Having always been socially awkward, it had been hard to make friends. Now it would be hard all over again. She brushed her long raven black hair over her shoulders and sat on her bed. Sighing, she flopped backwards and closed her eyes. Oh, what a day. Even though it was only six, she felt so drained. Maybe if she took a nap, with that thought in mind, she let herself drift off... It was just another dream. One of the many reoccurring dreams she had had throughout her life. This one was about her elementary days. Third grade had always been one of her favorite years because her teacher, Mrs. Purdy, had been one of her favorite teachers of her entire school career. There was never really anything odd about these dreams. She was just in class answering questions. It always started out like this. They were always the same questions too. Math questions, to be exact. She watched eagerly from her desk as Mrs. Purdy scribbled problems on the board.

If anyone had ever bothered to ask - which they hadn't, since conversations with him tended to be short-lived - Freddy Krueger would have said he didn't regret his decision. No, he had never once regretted his choice when the eponymous Dream Demons had come to him with their offer - after all, what total yutz wouldn't have taken them up on it? After being burned alive, the sound of 'eternal life' had been music to his mangled, melted ears, and the job was nice and cushy - well suited to all of Krueger's particular talents. Right up his metaphysical alley. So he hadn't hesitated when they'd presented him with a delightfully new kind of eternal damnation, he hadn't even protested at the idea that he might never take on an actual physical form again - though he'd even managed to bend that rule a few times, too. Ultimately, he had set into his new incorporeal lifestyle with gusto and, well - it hadn't always turned out the way he'd planned. As it turned out, a few of the Elm Street kids had gotten better at surviving these days. Ever since the introduction of the newly FDA approved Hypnocil to Springwood, Freddy's fun had been dying off - kids were popping pills like glam rock junkies to keep the boogeyman away. They thought they were safe; they told themselves the fear was gone because he was being kept at bay by their medications and their rules, but the very fact that they were registering and monitoring their teenagers like endangered animals was evidence enough that the fear was still very much alive in them. He just needed a gateway. Without one, Freddy Krueger was just a ghoul lurking from dream to dream; his legend hadn't extended far past Springwood, rendering his powers useless, making him the equivalent of the monster in the closet or the ghost under the bed. What he needed was a mind that wasn't blocked off by Hypnocil, one that he could use, because being reduced to a scary face in some middle-aged mother's dream wasn't good enough. Making someone wake up in a cold sweat was old hat, he needed something more tangible. He needed the fear to come alive again, he needed his name out in Springwood once again - the teens he had played with so long ago, they were having kids of their own these days. They had grown up into teenagers who hadn't even heard of him, an entire generation unspoiled by his existence just wouldn't do. Just one would suffice. More was better, but he only needed one. Just one sweet, delightfully teenage mind for him to defile, one to relieve him of the boredom that was plaguing his existence. He could never be sure of how much time had passed since he had last been in the forefront of Springwood's collective memory, but it was long enough for him to pass from town to town and city to city in search of something, anything to tide him over. But very recently, something was tugging him back again, a gut instinct that was pulling him unresistingly back to Elm Street, back to the warm, fiery place in his rotted out chest cavity, all the way back to where it began. 1428. And there she was, encapsulated in her dream, sitting in class, a teenager surrounded by her tiny schoolmates, her pale hand in the air as she eagerly answered Mrs. Purdy's questions. For a moment, Freddy chewed on the shimmering, razor sharp tip of a claw, trying to quell his own eagerness, relishing the moment as he considered what angle to approach this from. He couldn't waste this, not when she was his only link. No, he needed her fear to gain strength. "Carpe diem." Freddy said, shrugging his thin shoulders; time to seize the day. Or night, in his case. Mid-way through writing out a simple equation, Mrs. Purdy stopped what she was doing and back pedalled, her hand jerking suddenly to the left side of the board as though it was moving against her will and she began writing a new equation: 1+2 One boy in the class mechanically put up his hand, "Three?" Mrs. Purdy didn't respond, instead, she began slashing the chalk violently against the board, writing in big, messy letters: 1+2= COMING FOR YOU 3+4= LOCK YOUR DOOR The chalk in the school teacher's hand had been rapidly depleted by her violent scrawl but her hand continued to move, grinding her fingers into the board, an action that caused her nails to snap and her fingertips to begin blossoming blood, which began to replace the chalk. 5+6= Mrs. Purdy, bloody and crazed with pain, turned robotically on the spot and pointed a broken, mangled finger at Kiki. "You," she said shrilly, "Come up here and write the answer!

On Mount Olympus, realm of the Greek pantheon, a world fitting for the gods who live there can be found. It is a palace of inhuman proportion, lavished with the finest materials that would impress even the wealthiest king of the world below. Each section is devoted to a certain god, Hephaestus in his forge, Zeus in his throne, and Ares in his chamber. Ares, however, is no more. The new God of War, Kratos, has emerged as a powerful force in his own right. Some of the other gods worry about the newcomer. Afraid he will one day become too wild. It was Aphrodite who suggested that they appease him by offering the one thing no man would refuse, tight pussies. It was a trick within a trick really; the love goddess merely wants a ride on the Ghost of Sparta's huge cock, but even she knows that one woman can never be enough. She fucked him for days and days until even her goddess endurance failed her. Devising a new ploy, the love goddess decided to bless the god of war with her powers of love. As she sucked on his thick rod, Aphrodite imbued him with the power to captivate any woman completely with his cock. Hephaestus, eager to keep the Spartan away from his wife, decided to present his two most loyal servants, the Alexandra sisters. And so the two awaited their master, lying down on a large bed where Kratos conquered the love goddess herself. The two were very eager for action, each one dying for a taste of a god's cock. "What off your husband, sister?" Cassandra asked, lying on her sides. "What off him? I only want a god's cock," the older sister replied, licking her lips.

Only a month has passed since Kratos became the new God of War, after having killed Ares, and he could feel that the gods were wary of him becoming an immortal when Athena granted him the power of the gods and he took over the throne that Ares once sat in. And so he went to her. And he did just that, as he went to her throne room and fucked her endlessly day in and day out, although there would be breaks in between but they didn't last that long. When Kratos had finally fucked the endurance out of Aphrodite, she was beginning to bore him, and he could tell that she knew. She could have been upset with him for that fact, but since she could no longer keep up with him, she seemed to be satisfied, and knew it was time to move on and go back to her husband Hephaestus. In return, to make sure Kratos stayed clear away from Aphrodite from now on, if she were to get back the endurance to keep up and crave a better man such as Kratos himself, Hephaestus gave him two girls that had been his servants for ages, and two girls were always better than one. Hephaestus knowing Kratos wouldn't be able to resist, and once the deal was done, Kratos never saw Aphrodite again. As the servants waited in Kratos's throne room, which was once Aphrodite's, the portal on the right side of the wall of the room flickered, and then Kratos came through it, arriving back on Mount Olympus after having been on a journey that involved him visiting his deceased wife and child's graves. Seeing his two servants lying there on the bed, Kratos dropped both his blades of chaos on the floor, and kicked off his sandals before removing his loin cloth from around his waste, now standing totally naked. Walking over to the bed, he climbed up on it, and laid down in between both Cassandra and Sophitia, wrapping each arm around both of their shoulders.

Always busy in the training room with Ahsoka, Anakin often thinks about his beloved wife back home and wishes that he could spend more time with her. But with Padme by his side, he can use her as well...

Ahsoka looked up at Anakin, who was still gazing past her longingly. "Must be thinking of the wife," she thought with a touch of jealousy. It had been some time now that they had been training together, and often she found herself wishing that he would teach her more than just the Force.

This could go as quick and as painless as possible, however she wasn't even quite sure if she should use the ammunition. She could just so easily let this scene play out as it soon would if she didn't take the three shots needed, breathing out softly as the first shot was taken. 'Fire one, down.' There went the, what she assumed anyway, was the husband of the lovely family, shaking her head lightly as she heard the noise of the ones behind her. She knew that they had to be careful out here, as not to trigger anything unnecessary coming their way, although they knew it was rather serene out here. They couldn't stay here for too long however, though the female took another faint inhale and breathed out again, second walker hitting the ground in a sputtering mess. Then came the last of the family trio, the one who seemed to be running, or whatever the hell you considered running in their case, the fastest. She was the 'youngest', mentally judging her at being at least fourteen before the outbreak wrecked her and her family. " Fire three, down. " Well, she certainly wouldn't be going to her prom, or make it to her sweet sixteen, scrunching her nose faintly as the shot connected, blowing out a portion of her brain from the front. Whistling softly to herself as she released the gun and leaned back on her hands, the female looked over her shoulder as two gentlemen from their group so promptly moved down the ladder of the barn. Obviously, the one making his getaway from the zombies wasn't infected, as she noticed by the evident fear across his face when looking through a pair of make shift binoculars. "Another survivor," they said in unison, noticing that Anna had sat promptly on some hay. They knew what could potentially happen in this situation, having already discussed what to do if anything went wrong outside of the barn. You had to plan for every scenario when living in an apocalypse, no matter how safe you thought somewhere was. Her honey-colored eyes stared down and out the window, seeing the man who had been fighting off the infected slow his pace slightly, fingers running through her loose curls of blonde hair. "We'll see how this one goes then, shall we?" she asked, taking a step forward with her gun raised. Black boots hit the wooden floorboards as both women stood ready at the top of the barn, guns at the ready, just in case something out of place happened. The years had passed tremendously since the first outbreak of the infection, but it hadn't necessarily been for the better. The cities had been hit the hardest, after all their populations were the largest compared to the countryside, although once it did reach the country, the animals were the first to show signs of illness. Dying cattle, dying animals, and crows pecking at their bodies, spreading the disease even faster. It had already been established to them that whoever had screwed this up, really messed up big time.

Fucking shit!" he cursed. "Fucking shit! Fucking shit! Fucking shit!" This was ridiculous. One minute he was looking down to grab his cell phone and the next minute out jetted a wild deer. He didn't know if it was rabid and infectious, running from possible zombies, or just trying to find a drink of water. Either way, he didn't give a damn what its objective was; he was just wondering why the hell it had to stand right in front of his car at that exact moment. Why the fuck didn't it keep going? Was it God's payback for ruining his perfect little race? He read in a magazine once that when a deer ran out into the middle of the street, you were supposed to just ram it and you wouldn't end up spinning out and hitting a tree. However, the good doctor couldn't help but swerve. He didn't give a shit about deer and didn't care for their beauty. So why didn't he hit the little bastard? He was driving a very expensive piece of machinery. It was as simple as that. It was his love for money and expensive cars that landed him in the situation he was in just then. Swerving frantically from left to right, he tried to gain control over his Benz. However, his attempts were futile; as soon as he got the thing going straight again, he flew off the side of the highway and down a steep hill, flying straight into a tree. Good thing he had his seatbelt on. Well, at least one thing went right in his life for once. Groaning softly, the brunette weaseled himself from the wrecked vehicle. His body felt weak, his head a little light. However, the world was falling into an apocalypse, and he wasn't about to be eaten alive by the flesh-eating bio-weapons he had created. As he tried to pull himself together, he could have sworn he heard a sound deeper into the woods. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't sticking around to confirm whether it was merely him hallucinating or his time on earth coming to an end. He moved quicker despite his body wanting to just give out, gathering a case from the back seats. Slowly but surely, he made his way up the hill his car just had to fall down. Once he'd made it back onto the road, he started on his way. On his travels, he ran across a pit stop, and to his luck, it looked deserted. Looks could always be deceiving, but he didn't give a damn at the sight of a white van sitting in the lot of the gas station waiting ever so patiently for him. Maybe there was a god, and he wanted him to succeed in fixing what he'd inevitably fucked up. He was quick and silent with his movements as he made his way over to the piece of shit rotting van that was to be his transportation. No matter how much it pained him to think of riding in such an embarrassment, he had to get over it. This was a matter of life and death. He hadn't the time to waste on finding a better ride. It wasn't as if zombie chicks gave a shit what he drove anyway; either way, they'd be pushing at each other to get a taste of him. Not to the brunette's surprise, there weren't any keys in the van. With a smile, he hopped in anyway. Having a shady past had its perks, and right now it was showing a rather convenient one. Working his magic, Nathaniel managed to hotwire the car. Once it started up, he was pulling out of the lot so fast that he thought he might give himself whiplash. At the speed he was driving, it took him less time than he thought to reach his destination. Even in the world's darkest hour, rural areas still looked beautiful. Driving up to a large house on a larger farm, he parked at the front door. There was a huge barn pretty far from the house; he figured he would check it out once he was done rummaging through the house. The ride into the city was going to be an excruciatingly long one, and he needed some supplies. He probably should have raided the gas station, but he'd gotten too excited about the car and pulled away with a large majority of his concentration. Pulling forth a small black pistol from the case he held so close that you'd think his heart were in it, he started on his way into the house. Everything happened so fast. One moment he was checking the kitchen cabinets, case and first-aid kit in hand, and the next he was screaming like a little bitch. The combat training he had under his belt did him no good under the extreme paranoia he was in as he searched the home for what he deemed valuable. The gun he had, evidently, he couldn't aim it correctly because he was holding too much. So what did he do? He ran so fast, one could have sworn he was the Flash. If he could make it to the car, if he could make it to the car, if he could make it to the car, he was going to jet straight by it because the angry zombie family behind him was gaining on his ass. All he needed was some distance, and he would drop everything and start picking them off. All he needed was a good distance, so he could drop to the floor and start wasting ammunition. Sparkling emerald eyes caught sight of the barn, and that would be his place for space - that is, if he didn't trip first, sprain his ankle, and get eaten alive. Yup, God hated him and was punishing him for the plague he had bestowed upon the world. "I'm gonna fucking trip," he told himself as one of the first-aids lodged itself from his arms and dropped onto the grassy field below. It was then that his right hand was free, the hand he had no fucking aim with, the one that oddly enough he had the gun in. "I'm gonna die anyway," he murmured as he looked back and let off a couple of shots at the family of four hoping he killed at least one. One of the zombies, the man of the house probably, suddenly dropped. Now, he knew damn well he hadn't shot the guy but continued to run, not looking back until he heard the last body drop. With a heavy sigh, the doctor dropped to his knees trying to catch his breath. "Well...no more checking into random houses without a bag..." the male thought to himself. Once he'd caught his breath and his legs didn't feel so much like noodles, he stood to his feet and turned to face the barn. Quickly, he made his way into their clever little hiding spot. Two women, and two men. Hmmm.. Those were quite surprising numbers seeing where they were and all. He doubted however, their numbers would stay the same once they reached a city. That is....if they wanted to travel alongside him. "Well... well I certainly wasn't expecting such a lovely welcoming party my first day here on the countryside," he said with a smile. "Thanks for saving my life. My name is Alexander Rhodes. I'm going into the next city, would you like a ride?" Was it necessary to lie about his name? Perhaps. Their hometown could have been the stupidest place in America, but it didn't stop the fact that perhaps they could recognize his real name and know who he was and shoot him on sight. The doctor preferred to travel alone, but whoever that sharpshooter was, he thought they would make a lovely backup.

Katara woke, ready for the day. It was always bitter cold, but it was the South Pole, what would you expect? Sokka was doing as he always did, pretending to be a hotshot captain and trying to train the children to fight for when the next Fire Nation attack came. She kissed GranGran's forehead, hugging the woman before turning and walking to the water's edge. Staring into the water, she suddenly remembered her mother and fingered her necklace. It was getting harder and harder to remember what her mother looked like. Did Sokka have that same problem? As if it were yesterday, she could see the black Fire Nation ship approach, the fire and ash pouring into the sky and drifting to the pure snow around them. She looked around her. Ash? The ground was littered with it. Surprised, she looked up in horror to see that it wasn't her imagination or a memory. The Fire Nation approached!

Anzoh was growing more excited with each passing minute as his personal ship approached the South Pole. Ever since the Fire Lord had declared that the nobles of the Fire Nation may take slaves from any member of the Water Tribes that they captured, he had been looking forward to this. At twenty-three years old, he had no family and a great deal of wealth...and soon he would have his own personal slave to serve him in any way that he desired. As the ship drew closer, he stood on the prow, his assembled mercenaries behind him and ready to move on his word. The plan was to storm the village and find a lovely young woman to take home with him; how quickly they did so and how beautiful the woman they found would affect their bonus. It seemed that fate might have something different in mind though because as they drew close enough to make out individual tribesmen, he could see the perfect slave to be at the water's edge. Even from the distance, he could see her great beauty and knew that she was the one he desired. That one, he said, pointing to his chosen victim, flexing a little in the Fire Nation armor he wore. "I will take that one," he said. "The rest of you will hold back unless I need you." As the ship crashed into the ice and the front dropped down to allow him to descend, he approached his to-be slave, a swagger in his step. "I would suggest you come with me quietly," he told her with a sneer on his lips. "Fighting will only end up getting you hurt, and I don't want to damage my property.

Slowly, darkness became light, sight gradually returning to Yuna. The ex-summoner, champion who'd defeated Sin and saved the world blinked away the darkness, her mismatched eyes attempting to adjust to the new light. She could barely see, and what she could see, she didn't recognize. She didn't even remember how she'd gotten here; one moment, she'd been with the others, the next, she was here. Yuna felt somewhat light headed, more than a little dazed, and found that no amount of shaking her head was helping immediately. Most likely she'd been drugged or spelled to get here, wherever here was. Looking down, Yuna saw that she was still in her usual gunner outfit, with seemingly no changes. However, as she attempted to move, Yuna noticed two things: first, that she was held down, paralyzed by something and she hadn't quite figured out what yet; second, that all her spells had been removed, as well as her weapons. The girl was essentially bound, helpless, and laying somewhere she didn't recognize. "This isn't good," she muttered. Yuna thrashed, attempting to get free, only to find that whatever it was that held her, and she still hadn't quite figured out whether it was spell, beast, or simple rope, wasn't giving her room to move just yet. The girl let out a moan of frustration, before sinking back into the chair. "Paine!? Rikku!? Anybody!? Help!?" she tried calling, hoping that someone, hopefully one of her friends, heard her call and came to her rescue. Because for now, all the ex-summoner, hero of the world, etc. could manage was some weak struggling and a good yell, hardly enough to stage an escape.

Standing just behind the girl struggling to escape, Rikku had been waiting for the female to wake up. Pulling off the sleeves and scarf and slipping down her mini-skirt, Rikku stood once more in her new dress-spheres costume. The rest had been a part of her ploy to make things seem as 'normal' as possible to anyone that may have seen her, though with all the male crew out on shore leave and Paine hiding herself away as usual, it would have been unlikely for her to have done so but it was always better to be safe then sorry. Standing there in just a yellow bikini top and bottom, Rikku waited a little longer before she would have her fun with the bound female. Let the girl struggle, Rikku thought to herself. You know that hearing her scream and trying to wiggle her way to safety is only making this sweeter for you. Even Rikku was having trouble ignoring the voice in her head now, it sounded as if it was speaking to her soul. Plus it was true, Rikku could feel herself becoming excited from watching Yuna, her soaked bikini bottoms were evident of that. All the trouble had started when she had found that dress-sphere. Rikku should have waited for Yuna and Paine to get back so they could investigate it together but she had been so excited she had tried it immediately. Now, Rikku was not regretting the decision, in fact every part of her body was screaming for more, to take it further. Grinning to herself, Rikku watched the back of Yuna's head, her whole body dying to take advantage of her now. Why take advantage now when you can wait and savour something much more fun...?Rikku's inner sexual libido told her. By the time Rikku decided to do anything, her body was full of lust and want for the savior of Spira. Her bikini bottoms were soaked through from her lust and stretched tight from the extra addition this dress-sphere had given her. Male genitalia, as well as her own, were now positioned on the groin of her body, both reacting positively to the thought of what Rikku had planned. Placing a hand on Yuna's shoulder, Rikku whispered quietly to her, her lips brushing slightly against the other female's ear. "Yuna, it's me Rikku. I'm here to help..." A smile crossed the female's lips as she thought of the 'help' she planned to give the girl. "Just stay still and I'll do what I can..." Walking round to the front of the bound chair, her hips swaying from side to side in the way only a female trying to entice another person knew how, Rikku stood in front of Yuna, drinking in the sight of the bound female. "You know Yuna... Secretly, I think I've always wanted to see you like this," Rikku told her, jumping up and down on the spot slightly, her usual personality traits slipping through the undying lust. "Maybe we could help each other out? 'Kay?!" Smirking to the girl, Rikku slipped onto Yuna's lap straddling her body with her legs as she looked deep into Yuna's eyes. "I have a bit of a problem you see? And your the perfect person to help!" Rikku glanced down at the erect member pushing out of her bikini now, some of the shaft and head visible above the material. With a grin, Rikku took Yuna's face in her hands before giving her the most passionate kiss of her life. The kiss was long, deep and full of Rikku's lust for Yuna at that point in time. Rikku held Yuna's face still so that the female could not move during Rikku's show of affection. As she pulled back, Rikku licked her lips seductively, tasting Yuna's lips again. "So you'll help me right Yuna?!

The bloody World War between Allies, Soviets, and The Empire of Rising Sun raged for a year now. It was a conflict for total domination, no alliances were held, and peace was not an option. Allies would not rest until the totalitarian regimes of the world were destroyed; Imperials believed that it is their divine destiny to rule the world, and Soviets were determined to make the world a single, glorious Soviet Republic. These times of total war spawned many heroes, such as Natasha Volkova, champion of the Soviet Union. Being a sharpshooter, she alone had terminated over seven hundred enemy troops, being a commando, she had infiltrated enemy lines numerous times, and being a hero, she had inspired countless soldiers to join the cause of Communism, even more to die for it. No Allied or imperial soldier felt safe from her sniper rifle when she was on the "hunt." Present on every recruiting poster, mentioned in every military academy, she was a paragon for her people, an Angel of Death for her enemies. Her mere presence on the battlefield inspired her troops and had a devastating effect on enemy morale. But now she was in peril. The assault on the Allied city, Genewa, was a failure. The enemy used a strange new tech called "chronosphere" to bring in huge amounts of reinforcement. The Soviet forces were encircled and are now getting slaughtered. The enemy had both land and air superiority, and it seemed that the small part of the city the Soviets had managed to capture would become their graveyard. But Natasha would not surrender. Not to the capitalist pigs. Not to anybody. She was making her last stand in the ruins of one of the houses they had captured. With deadly precision of her sniper rifle, she was taking down every soldier that got in range, killing as many Allies as she could before her time ran out. But she was running out of ammo, and she could see the enemy bombers on the horizon. Her last thought before the bombs fell on her position was that she had fulfilled her duty to the People.

America, the bright and beautiful is what Major Dominic Franke loved and would die for. His parents were immigrants from the fallen Iron Curtain of the USSR, and he had grown up hearing horror stories about Communism and the things done in its name. He joined up nearly a decade ago to help keep things quiet on the border but when war broke out, he found his calling. True, he wasn't a large-scale commander or leader of troops; instead, Dominic specialized in something a little more specific - intelligence, specifically extraction of it. Normally, his job was just dealing with double agents and defectors, people who came to him and told him everything they knew. Dominic would then filter what was useful from what wasn't and pass it along to higher ups. This time, however, he had been given a much more interesting job. A recent bombing run had decimated a Soviet-held region of the city, and Allied forces moved in right away to secure the area. When there, they had found the infamous sniper Natasha Volkova, reportedly responsible for over five hundred kills. The celebrity in her home land had been found alive and brought in. And Dominic would have the pleasure of breaking her to find out what she knew. In order to learn whatever he could, Dominic had been granted carte blanche. Anything he needed to do to break her, the Soviets would see this hero broken by Allied forces, shown that they weren't the only ones who could be monstrous. In his dress uniform, stripped of rank pins and ribbons, Dominic entered the cell where Natasha was being held. Happy to see that she was naked and tied to a chair as he had instructed, he said, holding up a file with her picture clipped to the front of it. "Soviet hero and now captive of the Allied forces," he began, not wasting time asking her to surrender. Instead, he stated the obvious: "I will hurt you, humiliate you... I will break you, and I will enjoy every moment of it." Setting down the folder, he smirked a little. She had claimed at least three people he called friends. Without warning, he lashed out, the back of his hand across her face serving as an opening movement.

As Krystal opened her eyes, she felt an intense pain in her head. It went away as she adjusted to the amount of light in the room. Where was she? She gasped, sitting up on her elbows as she looked around the hut she was in. She had been flying her fighter and had been ambushed by strange creatures who'd used her once they overpowered her. And then they all went down. The kitsune could still feel their traces on her soft skin. Her light complexion was only enhanced by her silvery fur. Both were contrasted with her dark hair, cut a bit shorter for her pilot's training. Instead of the ponytail it was usually in when she was flying, it was down now, resting just on her bare shoulders. And that was when she became aware of her strange garments. Rather than her flight suit, she was in a rather scant amount of white and gold armor that barely covered her back side or legs, and the top was merely a glorified bra in the guise of a chest plate. She sat up rather abruptly and stood, her tail swaying to keep her balance as she looked around the room. No one else seemed to be around just now, but the door didn't seem to be guarded. She walked toward the outside, her blue eyes scanning the area for more. Where the hell was she? What happened to her fighter? Why was she dressed like this?

Skar couldn't have been happier when he heard that the fighter pilot known as Krystal had been knocked from the sky in her territory, all alone and her fighter too damaged to send out a retrieval signal in order to draw some help to her. At the time of the landing she had apparently been unconscious and Skar had found her in the 'care' of several of his Saurians. Of course he wanted to possess her for himself, as the largest around, the leader of an entire legion of Saurians, he could have whatever he wanted and the others merely grumbled to themselves when he took her from them. Once he had her in his palace he had made his personal concubines clean her and dress her in more proper clothing, something befitting his pet. Now he had just been informed that she was up and about and the large red Saurian stood, stripping off his armor until he stood nude and moved toward the room where she was kept, pushing the door open and towering over his new pet with a sharp-toothed grin spreading across his face, his shaft sliding from the sheath, already slick and ready for her. "Glad to see you're awake, my pet," he said softly, his voice a deep growl. "You are lucky I found you. Some of the locals were getting ready to take advantage of your supple unconscious form, but I would rather have you awake so you can enjoy what I am going to do to you.

Professor Severus Snape was sick of it, tired of everything. For years now, every day he had risked his life. Always the chance he could be caught out, always the chance his many secrets could be discovered. And what had he got from all this? What possible reward did he get? Nobody knew of everything he had done to safeguard them. Everyone simply hated him, suspected him, accused him of being a spy or a traitor. There was no reward for him, nothing for him to fight for, yet he fought anyway for some reason. Even the Slytherin's themselves had grown somewhat distrustful of Snape as of late, though that was probably more to do with him showing less favoritism toward them over the other houses this term. With another glance at the clock, Snape finally let out a silent sigh of relief. It was Friday and classes were finally over. "Alright," he walked around to the front of the classroom, standing in front of his desk, arms folded in his usual intimidating stance. "Homework for this weekend...you are to read Chapters 20 through 30 of your textbooks. I expect a detailed summary of those chapters on my desk by Monday morning..." There was a collective groan from the fifth year class, though when Snape narrowed his eyes, the groan was cut short. "Any further outbursts and I will add another five chapters....now." The tall man turned his back to the class, withdrawing his wand from his sleeve to begin tidying his desk.

Fala thought of Snape as an interesting person and attractive as well. But he was her teacher, nothing would ever happen outside her daydreams and fantasies, at least that's what she thought. Focusing around him was hard enough on itself, but she had never really had trouble with potions. She had also thought that her crush would pass, it had started in her second year, it hadn't passed yet. The fifteen-year-old stood about 5'8" tall and was Native American. For reasons she didn't know, her parents had moved to England. A wand had in the beginning proven to be a pain in the ass, but herbology, potions, and later care for magical creatures had been a walk in the park and classes that only required academics such as history of magic and the theoretical side of every course weren't that difficult either. But the practical side of charms, transfiguration, and defense against the dark arts had been hard in the beginning, but were going alright now. Flitwick, McGonagall, and whatever had to pass for a defense against the dark arts teacher had shown patience, even last year's joke of Lockheart had proven very willing to help, though last year it was the students in the year above her that had helped her most, Lockheart truly had been a joke. Fala was already looking a lot like a woman, with great curves. DD breasts, round ass, those things had gotten boys way too excited in her opinion. She didn't want a boy, she didn't need a boy, she needed a man. Her long black hair she always wore in a braid, that nearly reached her waist, she had big dark chocolate brown eyes, full red lips, and a well-defined jawline. The fifth-year Slytherin was one of few if not the only one who didn't complain about the homework assignment and always had a front row seat in potions. Though she had tried to hide her crush from him, she had a feeling he had caught on sometime in the last two years.

He starts increasing his stroke, her pussy squirting, as his dick works its way forward and back. He groans in delight, slowly feeling his orgasm work its way up, but he fights to keep it down. He lightly growls into her ear, "When I cum, so do you.

Hinata screamed into her panty gag, eyes wide. She nodded at her master's orders but was barely able to comprehend them at this point. Her body was in control, not her mind, and it was amazing. Her white eyes stared blankly up at Naruto, almost rolling back in her head with every thrust. She wasn't thinking straight, only thinking about the pleasure that coursed through her body.

Eva was fighting a feral Nidoking, but was losing badly. She had used up most of her strength, and had only one last move left. "Flare Blitz!" she charged at the Nidoking, hitting it head-on, but was pushed back, falling to the ground. "Damn it..." she said weakly. Eva tried to stand back up, but couldn't. She was going to be killed... and it was going to be painful.

A young Pokegirl would run out of the grass nearby and use Water Pulse at the Nidoking, sending it flying backward and smiling as it growled at her. She smirked and turned around, slamming an Iron Tail into the male Pokemon, sending it flying through a tree in a daze. She grabbed the poor girl who was lying on the ground and picked her up, running off with her. They would soon reach her cave. She sighed and laid the girl on a bed of grass, watching her until she woke up.

The sunlight beamed down on the young elf. Himeko Kiryu was being woken up by her wolf Haji as he was tugging on her leg to wake his mistress up. "Nnnn... Knock it off Haji..." She groaned, rolling over in her bed. He barked loudly as he continued to try to get her out of bed. "Damnit! Fine I'm up! I'm up!" Getting out of bed slowly, she looked at the clock. "Fuck! I'm late!" She was supposed to meet her friend at 10:30am and it was almost 10 already! She rushed around to get her clothes as she tried not to waste any more time. Finally dressed, she headed out the door with Haji following behind her. "Damnit I cannot believe I overslept!" She cursed as she ran into town. She was average height for a Night Elf, her breasts were a little bigger than normal, but to her they were perfect size. She had long black hair that she kept tied up in a ponytail. She had unique markings on her face, rare markings. Passing the Stormwind guards as she ran further into town, she finally reached her friend. "Sorry I'm late," she said, smiling softly.

This wasn't the first time her friend had been late for one of their meetings. Though it didn't upset the draenei 'girl' too much. She stood at their meeting spot, a large smile on her face as various people passed by. She had quite an aura about her, one of seduction. She was just confident in herself, though still naive in such pleasures. She was a young priestess, so she had never really been allowed such things. However, she was no normal woman either. Beneath the thing cloth robes she wore today for their meeting, and underneath the small, light blue boy shorts she was wearing. Was a rather large gift that she kept hidden from everyone. The draenei shifted her hips, her butt moving with her, causing her tail to sway. Having no idea what she was doing to all the males that were passing by. The thin robe didn't do much to hide her cleavage. Not having the largest breasts, but enough for her tastes, sitting at a small c cup. Finally she saw her friend approaching, and temptation rushed through her. She blushed as she watched the girl's breasts bounce, and hips sway. Coming closer to greet her. "That's okay dear. It's not the first time.." Cerrah giggled and took her friend's hand in her own, not really aware what it could mean. "Where should we go to eat?

Day Three, A.E.," a sultry, slightly whimsical (and quite miffed) voice spoke at a gentle whisper. It belonged to a lavender-skinned female with black hair that made shadows look illuminated. But lavender skin or not, nobody would mistake her for a Night Elf. No, this lady was barely even considered a lady. She was a succubus, former slave to a warlock whom she'd been able to escape and disbind herself from. An amazing talent for sure. Obviously she'd have had to be very powerful to do such a thing. Not really. She'd gotten loose by a combination of her owner imbibing a (not so) healthy portion of alcohol, and a little work of seduction. Thankfully he'd not gotten to fulfill his intent. Orcs were not her aesthetic. But all that didn't matter with her stuck in a net suspended under some of those blasted trees those elves love so much. She did have a plan though. "I hope the one who set this is a weaker mind. I can use a little seduction to get them to let me loose, I'm sure. Anything to get away from my former master.

Himeko was a proud huntress who loved exotic and rare pets. She had stumbled upon a lone succubus a few days ago and she figured if warlocks could have them at their side, why not her? She wanted to make this tame perfect and flawless. To be the first huntress to ever tame a demon, let alone a succubus. Being a Blood Elf she had the thirst for the forbidden fruit, and to tame something that wasn't a beast was forbidden and never even heard of. She knew what these demons were capable of doing and knew not to give into them. But she had never dealt with one before like this, and here she had one trapped in a nice net. Himeko was normal size for a female Blood Elf, with beautiful green flowing eyes and long black hair which she kept tied up in a ponytail. She had a nice slim and perfect figure, all the other girls were jealous of her body. Her wolf Haji had been watching over the demon while she left to get more supplies for this tame. When she had gotten back she stepped in front of the succubus, avoiding eye contact with her. "I see you fell into my trap demon. I've been watching you for some time now and being a huntress who seeks out rare and exotic pets, I just knew I had to have you as mine!" she said as she started to get ready for her tame.

Outside the castle walls, snow was starting to fall, and in the large rolling grounds around Hogwarts Castle, students were enjoying the change of seasons and the first snow of the year. The hallways around the place were rather quiet, with a majority of the students having started to depart for home for the holidays and Christmas, while those who remained were making the most of the soft snow outside, exchanging snowballs with different groups and building snowmen all around the grounds. Inside the castle, Hermione Granger had been enjoying the snow for a different reason. The quiet hallways were productive for thought as she strolled through them on her way to the library, dressed in her favorite soft lavender sweater and old faded jeans that had seen a few years already. The hallways were decorated in their usual festive decorations but Hermione ignored them as she walked, her mind already in the library and the books she was headed there to find. The quiet of the day just made her favorite place in the castle more appealing, and she knew that despite the slight chill in the hallway from the stone walls, she would find a nice fire somewhere in the warren of books and a comfy chair in which to pursue her research. Rounding the last corner, she looked forward to the warmth of the fire and brushed a stray strand of her wavy hair out of her face and behind her ear absentmindedly as she focused her thoughts on the pathway she needed to take through the shelving units to make her way to where she wanted to go.

Elsewhere in the castle, the Boy was getting ready to go out and do some studying of his own. He knew with most of the students gone, he could sneak into the Library without any distractions from the students or the teachers really. There were a few books he had heard about in the restricted section that seemed worth reading into. Some books on his heritage and the dark arts the older Slytherins needed to explore and figure out what he could do. He was already learning a lot from some teachers and his family's personal library but he wanted some of the more rare books the school was known for. Smoothing back his inky black hair, the boy checked himself in the mirror. One of his rules was always be sharp. So he made sure he looked like a hundred galleons before he even left the room. Shoes shined, check. Black jeans which looked brand new with a green vest that was crisp and lighter toned on the back side. His white button-up shirt looked crisp and was tight against his quidditch player's body. He was the backup Seeker after all. If Malfoy didn't have all the money, he may have been the main one. A soft growl given a little about the fact that Pounce who was everything a Slytherin should not be still being Seeker over him. Turning from the Mirror, he slid on his leather bracelet and put on his violet-tinted glasses as he smiled. His bowler flipped onto his head, and he began down towards the library to get the books he needed. He would turn into the library and saw...the golden girl all alone. He grinned a little and moved towards her now she didn't have that Pouncetweed Weasley hanging all over her trying to shove anyone who was male except Harry away. He thought waited to see where she was going, curious about what she was coming study. She was one of few people in school above him in grades. Her and the Ice Queen Greengrass.

It wasn't every day that your boyfriend came home with a moving truck and suddenly announced that you and him were now leaving the apartment that you had been living in for the past couple of months for good. However, it was nothing new for Roxas. The move was sudden, terribly sudden. Axel came home from work only a few hours ago and basically just started packing up their things. Roxas was alarmed at first, nagging the other to tell him exactly what was going on, but Axel didn't really speak much and basically just said that he was sick of the place. It wasn't unlike Axel to do this, they'd done it twice before in the past twelve months, but he promised that they'd actually stay at the last place. Obviously that was a lie. However, Roxas wasn't too incredibly upset by the move. He was a little miffed that Axel started to pack up the pillows while he was laying on them, but he got over that quickly enough. This kind of behavior was to be expected of Axel and Roxas had been more or less prepared for it. The pair had been dating for the last two years and Roxas knew more about the redhead than anyone, or at least he thought he did. He knew Axel's personality, his quirks, what he liked, what he didn't like, everything in between and he loved him for all of it. He was annoyed by the whole Axel loving to move on the spur of a moment thing, but he accepted it. He wasn't going to leave Axel just because he had a sort of drifter problem. No, he loved the male too much to do that. Besides, it brought excitement to Roxas' life. Who didn't want to live somewhere new every couple of months, honestly? Roxas let out a huff as he set down what was hopefully the last box into his and Axel's new bedroom just before he flopped down onto the mattress, sprawling out easily. You would think that after three moves he'd be used to lifting all of the heavy boxes, but no, he was still more or less a weakling. It was good that he left all the heavy crap for his boyfriend to carry. "We're staying this time, right? No more moving?" He called out to Axel, his eyes closing a bit as he relaxed into the mattress. Already he could feel a bit of familiarity with the place, as if it was already his home. Maybe this move wouldn't be so bad.

It had barely been three months before his reliable sources had informed him that the Organization was hot on his trails again. Now, Axel was still a member of this notorious group, but his plans differed from theirs. He was one of their "elite" members and one that the leader prized and favored, so, of course, he had been assigned the most important mission: to eliminate or recruit such gifteds like them. His target was Roxas, and whilst he had no real trouble with killing people in the past, he couldn't bring himself to kidnap, let alone murder this boy. In the end, he ended up falling for him and getting himself into one of those "relationships", and somehow, his duty had turned into some attempt to keep away from the organization. The gang had no idea that he was hiding their target, but the leader was growing antsy; thus, the manhunt had started. Axel, being the sly, devious, street-wise rat he was, successfully distracted the organization and managed to protect Roxas at the same time from other powerful groups that wanted to harness his elemental power. Roxas was still naive and so very clueless about this whole operation that Axel couldn't help but believe he was lugging around a rag doll at times, and it amused him that Roxas wouldn't complain about or question his suspicious moves, but it was all for his sake, really. Now that they were settled into their umpteenth home, the redhead let out a sigh of relief and took a few seconds to dawdle in front of their bedroom window, taking a peek through the blinds at the foreign scenery. His emerald eyes scanned the place, then, with a satisfied grunt, he drew the curtains shut and turned back to the blonde, a playful smirk masking his grim features. "Ya know how bored I get of these places, besides, this place has cheaper rent," he grinned, crawling on top of Roxas to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Sometimes, he wondered if he should tell Roxas, but his better judgment persuaded him not to. There was no need to freak his boyfriend out about how he had powers, how Axel was a pyromaniac, and that there was a bloodthirsty gang out to kill them both for these mentioned abilities. No way. He sat up and ran a hand through his fiery locks, tilting his head and smirking, "Why, you don't like moving around, babe?

Noah shut his locker quietly, zipping up his backpack. It was lunchtime, again. Another day to be completely ignored and forgotten. Friends? Well, even nerds had nerd friends, but Noah? No one. The only person who ever paid attention to him was his father. Who, even then, was an adoptive one. Noah was the only human in this school of anthro pokemon. He sighed softly and pulled over his hood, walking outside instead of going into the cafeteria. Noah sat on the ground, leaning against the external wall of the cafeteria, eating the lunch he had packed for himself that morning. He never ate much. It was just a bag of grapes. He popped one into his mouth and looked up at the sky. What did he ever do to deserve a life like this, as an outcast? Noah had always been so kind, always been good in school... he even pulled his little hero stunt every now and then. So what was he doing wrong?

Sarah! Sarah! Come over here! Over HERE!" "No, Sarah come sit with us, come on we ordered pizza!" "Sarah, sweetheart, bring your sexy self over here, you know we have you covered!" "Sarah! Sarah! Forget them, over here, we saved you a spot! No, not you shut up Natalie." It was one of the greatest dilemmas that she faced every single day. Where and with whom would she sit? It didn't matter who she sat with, if they sat in an unsavory spot, too close to the doors or at a table that was too crowded, she wouldn't sit with them. It made her look bad. Then again, it didn't make her look any better sitting with unsavory people. And so she had to give special consideration to her lunch time seating arrangement. Finally, the shiny Umbreon made her choice, sitting at a window table, the perfect location, surrounded by her closest group of friends... that week. Some were consistent but others came and went. They were usually the temporaries, the ones that were bound to do something to ruin their reputation sooner or later. Sarah smiled. She didn't care. So long as she was on top, so long as she had a large group of "close" friends sitting at her table. She carefully sat, making sure the guys sitting across from her got a nice look at her assets. Sarah smiled at everyone, and eagerly began to talk with them.

It was a seemingly regular spring day for the students at Fujimi Academy. Classes were in session, but there always were a few transient students wandering about instead of being in their appropriate classrooms. Kira Ayame, the captain of the school archery club, at least had a reason to be skipping class. She was posting signs in order to get a high tryout for the next year's team; lots of her current members were graduating. She was in her junior year at the school, and had been captain of the team since her sophomore year. She had soft lavender hair that hung in ringlets down her back, held back by a hairband, and narrow red eyes. She wore the Fujimi uniform in perfect condition; she was a bit of a perfectionist as she made sure the poster was straight. The commotion at the gate caught her attention, pushing some long bangs out of her eyes. It looked like a homeless person was trying to get through the gates. Her brow creased, but at least it looked like the teachers who had arrived on the scene were trying to send him on his way. At least until one of them were bitten. The teacher with the wound collapsed on the ground mere moments later, twitching, as the other teacher went into hysterics. It wouldn't take long for him to fall still, Ayame's hands flying to her mouth in shock from her good vantage point. Of course, when the teacher came back to life and began to maul the sobbing teacher, she knew something was terribly wrong. She ran away, as fast as she could; she had to find someone to help in this situation!

Like normal, Tenma laid on the roof of the walk way leading from the classrooms to the cafeteria. He wore a dyed-look alike of the school uniform, something he himself was proud of. He was the school's black sheep - from teacher to student, no one wanted much to do with him, even though he was never that bad. Screams caught him off guard, causing him to pop up looking around for the source of the cries. Standing up, he ran for the window that entered his second period class, running up the wall and catching the window seal. He looked in and to his horror, the teacher was biting through the neck of a student. "What the hell!" he said, jumping from his perch landing on his butt. He was shocked. Tenma, Tenma! Help Me!" Yelled one of his friends running from what looked like an armada of students covered in blood. Frozen with fear, he was hesitant to move. "Tenma!" His friend cried, tears running down his face. "I don't wanna die," His friend ran to the pillar that Tenma normally climbs to get up on the roof, but terror was controlling his body, causing him to be clumsy. The deranged students were inches away from him; he looked up at Tenma with pleading eyes begging for his help. Snapping himself out of his trance, Tenma ran to the pillar, he was climbing, reaching his hand out to help. His friend jumped with all his might, grabbing Tenma's hand, being pulled up onto the roof. The both sat down staring at each other. "Dude, what the fuck is going on?" Sin asked. "Looks like I been chased by fucking cannibals, and you're asking me what happened." Sin said to him, falling back, letting out a well-earned breath.

Ginny Weasley sighed boredly as she sat on the Hogwarts Express, playing with a few strands of hair that were hanging down in front of her face. Her friends had all decided to up and leave her, having decided that now they were in third year and thirteen years old they were old enough to go and share cabins with the boys in order to shamelessly flirt with them. Ginny, however, had little interest in such things. Oh, she was interested in boys, but she didn't want to go chasing up and down the train for any boy who would look at her. Still, the disadvantage to staying behind meant she was all alone in the cabin near the back of the train. In the distance she could occasionally hear laughter and giggling over the noise of the train from a few carriages up ahead, but all she did was roll her eyes and return to staring out of the window. "Ugh... immature idiots," Ginny slumped her forehead against the cool glass as she stared through it boredly at the passing countryside. "Geez... this train ride is way more boring than I remember it being the first time. It seemed to be over in a flash then, now it's taking forever." The red-haired girl sighed again and closed her eyes as she attempted to take a nap, hoping it might make the trip pass a little faster.

A young man of about 17 sighed as he walked through the corridors of the Hogwarts Express, looking back at Hermione as she walked down the halls with some friends. Hmm. Needs a little work. He shook his head and continued to walk forward, dragging a large trunk behind himself as he searched for a compartment to sit inside. The muscular male had just come from America to the great UK less than 3 hours ago and was already dressed to impress, wearing a t-shirt one size too small to show off his muscular chest. The t-shirt had a picture of an outdated blue police box that said, I travel in style, referencing the long since canceled British tv show, Doctor Who. He pulled a pocket watch from the pocket of his blue jeans to check the time and then put it back into the tight jeans, which showed off the outline of his thick member. He cracked his neck and then walked into a compartment without knocking. He blinked as he noticed the little girl in the compartment. Oh wow. He took a step inside the compartment and said, Sorry. Don't mean to interrupt. I hope you won't mind if I join you in here. He didn't wait for her answer as he pulled his trunk in behind him and set it up on the seat next to him. He opened it up and pulled out a typewriter and set it on his lap as a hedgehog crawled up his back and sat on his shoulder. He looked over at her with a smile and said, My name is Joe Sims by the way. This wasn't entirely true. His name was Joseph Simpson and he was one of the wizarding world's most famous authors, mostly because of the fact that he had never been seen. His books weren't necessarily critically acclaimed but were popular for their simplistic writing style, evolving storyline and most importantly, the graphic scenes, which most older critics claimed were just an excuse to peddle more smut and violence to a younger generation. He had hidden from the likes of the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, refusing them with the now famous Simpson quote, No interviews unless it's for the Quibbler.

Chogave a soft sigh as she stood behind one of the many pillars of the Quidditch field. Ever since last year she had been stuck under the constant watch of Draco, who now ordered her to meet him. She received a letter from her parents saying that Draco's father had threatened them; she knew she had to follow his orders. She hated what was happening as she stood there leaning against the Ravenclaw colors, looking up at the grey clouds. It looked like it was about to rain, yet she wasn't sure what she should do. She knew though that no matter what she had to keep Draco happy, or her parents just might lose their jobs - or more than that. Her deep brown eyes scanned the school grounds once more. While she could hear the Slytherin team's shouts to one another as they practiced, she wasn't sure what she was to do. This wasn't something she was prepared for, even as her mind went through everything it could, she just didn't have anything that could change the tables around. If she told someone, bad things would happen to her family. She just couldn't do that to them. She knew, as the only child in her family and her mother already sick, they were dependent on her father's job. If Draco's father actually got him fired, things would get hard for her family. She'd most likely have to stop school or get a job during the weekends if the school allowed it. The wind blew as she closed her eyes against the cold. Already it was getting to be winter. She wasn't sure what or how things would go with Draco today, but she knew it would be the first step into hell that much she was sure of.

Cho Chang, Potter's little crush. He had tried to get into her pants the year before and Draco had been quite delighted to see the student he hated most fail so terrible. It was amusing as all hell, while Draco had been getting as much attention from the opposite sex as he wanted from third year on Potter was having trouble getting a date with a pretty girl in the year above them. Cho was lovely though, Draco couldn't deny that and there was the added bonus of her family being pure blooded back for multiple generations. The year before he had used a bit of leverage over one of her friends to force Cho to turn on Dumbledore's Army, this was of course while he was working for that old bitch Umbridge and practically running things in the school. This year he didn't have the same power but he was a prefect for his House and still had the power of his family name. Now he was going to take things further with Chang, he had a job that he needed to do which had been given to him by the Dark Lord himself, and Potter would no doubt try to get between him and the success. But if Potter was distracted by say, Chang teasing him and leading him on for the duration of the year things would go so much more smoothly... and of course Draco would be taking advantage of her himself. She was lovely, so much nicer than many of the ladies in his own house whom he could be fucking on a regular basis. With a smirk on his face he ended his own practice for Quidditch a little bit early, having seen Chang down below. Hello Cho. He greeted her as he approached, brushing his now mussed hair back from his eyes and holding his broom over his shoulder. At that moment he was acting like a perfect gentleman despite the fact that her family had been threatened to bring her here. Why don't we take a little walk? I think the things we need to discuss should be done in private.

Naruto walked into Tsunade's office and walked out shocked. The building she had constructed was for him and his harem. He looked at the list of girls he would marry - Sakura, Hinata, and Akno were on the top. He was in disbelief about the whole thing. He wandered into a ramen restaurant and ordered some ramen. Naruto was eating when he noticed Akno sitting nearby and he blushed as he looked at his bowl, pretending to eat. He sighed loudly as he put the list back in his pocket and tried to focus on the food.

Anko was possibly more shocked than Naruto had been when Tsunade told her, she had thought Naruto important, but the little brat wasn't really that powerful? Was he? But she was beholden to her Hokage and to her village, and since the little kid had grown up, but still appeared to have almost no experience with sex, she had been chosen to teach him. She had waited at Ichiraku Ramen, figuring he was likely to show up there and lo and behold, here he was. She sighed lightly and sidled up next to him as he ate his food. "So," she said softly. "I need to meet you someplace private to talk about something, once you are done eating, come by my place." She slipped him a piece of paper with her address on it.

The crew of Snake was walking through the forest, the trees all around them with some light streaming through the leaves of the trees. It was about mid-afternoon and they had been walking for quite a while. Karin wasn't tired in the slightest; not when she was around Sasuke. Just being there with him gave her energy. Though it may not have been in the form of actual chakra, it was still a kind of energy that fulfilled her. She turned and looked at him, she could see the outline of his muscles in that open shirt of his. She could see how his muscles moved as he walked and could feel the mass of chakra that was hidden in that form of his. She had seen him use that power of his on several occasions and every time she saw him in the midst of battle, she grew weak in the knees. Sasuke was so perfect, a strong man, an ambitious man, someone who could protect her from Orochimaru or the entire Hidden Leaf Ninja Army if that was what it came to, these were the thoughts that were floating through her mind. She gave him a bit of a nervous smile and turned from him. She was biting her bottom lip a bit as she thought about being his girl. It would be both an honor and privilege to carry his child inside of her. It would make her so happy, especially because he was the last of the Uchiha. So she would be the first mother to begin his clan once again. She looked back over in his direction. Her thoughts lingering on all of the things that would end the beautiful clan with those eyes that are so intense with all of those abilities. He would need to find a woman to keep it going. And not just have one child, he was going to need to have several just to guarantee the survival of his clan. "Sasuke, have you ever thought of rebuilding your clan, like taking a woman to start it back up? I mean because should anything happen to you...then your clan would end." Karin said to him as she thought about all of this hoping that he would get the hint that she was thinking of herself as the woman.

Sasuke stopped as Karin spoke, slowly glancing over at her with the same cold stare as usual. At first it seemed like he was about to give her his usual response when she said more or less anything and tell her to shut up...but for some reason this time he just stared at her in silence, almost as if thinking about what she had said, which is exactly what he was doing. She was right....he was the last one...as strong as he was, if anything did happen to him then there would be no Uchiha left to carry on the name, or to retake their former glory. If he was gone then the Uchiha would die a laughing stock and be forgotten about in just a few short years, the name nothing more than a footnote in some history book somewhere. He couldn't allow that to happen....he just couldn't. As much as Sasuke hated to admit it, even to himself, Karin was right....he needed to act now before it was too late, he needed to act now to start rebuilding his clan. But she was wrong about one thing....he couldn't simply take one woman...no....one woman would be too slow....and besides, he needed to bring plenty of new blood into the clan, make it stronger than ever before....and there was only one way to do that. As the plan began to form in his mind, Sasuke couldn't help but smirk slightly, waving a hand to dismiss Suigetsu and Jango off somewhere. He didn't particularly care where as long as it wasn't here, leaving him and Karin alone. "You know Karin...." The words finally broke a few minutes of uncomfortable silence "....you might have a point..." Slowly Sasuke advanced on her, it would almost have been menacing if Karin were in any way unwilling. "I think...." He suddenly stretched out an arm, going past Karin's head and pressing a hand against the tree behind her. "....it is time I started rebuilding my clan. You....you have some useful talents....talents that would serve a new Uchiha clan well if they were...spread. I think....you'll make an excellent start..." Sasuke moved closer, an arm on either side of Karin's head now as he moved almost right up against her. "But you must understand....this will become your life. Your whole life will be dedicated to the clan until the day you die" He wasn't really offering her a choice, by now the plan was too solidly formed in Sasuke's head, but Karin had been useful in the past so she at least deserved some illusion of choice. "Now...." He licked his lips like a predator that had cornered its prey into an inescapable corner "....why don't we get started?

Voldemort smiled slightly as he stepped into the home, tilting his head at the Dursleys as he looked at the small child on the ground, walking over he gently touched the babe's stomach, smiling slightly as the baby grabbed his finger. It was a shame that he would destroy one child's innocence to get what he wanted. "You don't want him," he said, looking down at Harry. "I have a family who does." Darkness passed in that look, then gone as if it had never existed. "Sell him to me. I will pay any asking price you shall want, and he will be gone from your lives forever.

The Dursley's stared at him fearfully, Vernon fearfully stuttering that they would agree, that they wanted money, not that crappy wizard shit that he was certain the man had. And that they wanted a lot of it too, or they'd never keep quiet. Vernon knew a good deal when he saw one, though he had no idea who he was dealing with. As soon as they arranged an agreement, the muggle family was more than happy to be rid of their unwanted nephew. He was sent to the Malfoys, who eagerly accepted him, and turned him into a slave, taught to clean from the moment he could walk and talk, and that was how he lived. As he got older, he was expected to do more than just keep the house completely clean, and to cook the meals that the Malfoys ate. Harry only got the leftovers, but there was always plenty for him to eat. The house elves were more of a family to Harry than anyone else, and that was how he lived, as a house elf, and as a sex slave. Harry often frequented Lucius's bed, and even Narcissa's. Draco had an unusual fascination with older men, and left Harry alone save to torment him about not having any family, about being unwanted, anything really. Harry usually ignored him. The Malfoy's also moved from London so that no one would ask unwanted questions about the scrawny boy with the wide green eyes, that retained an unusual innocence. Though he rarely spoke, and couldn't read or write or do any sort of math, he was very good at the things he did know how to do, and while he wasn't allowed to do magic, he was practicing in the dark of the night where no one could see him. Despite having no family, he hoped that someday he might find someone who would take him away, and give him the home he'd always wanted. He just had to hope, and wait...and clean.

Prologue: It has been six years since the defeat of the Kishin Asura. The world has fallen into a time of relative peace; there are still evil humans that wander the world, looking for innocent souls to consume. Luckily, the members of Spartoi (Maka, Soul, Kilik, Fire, Thunder, Kim, Jackie, and all the others) are constantly on the runaround to hunt them down. Noah and Justin Law are still at large, and the fate of Tezca Tilopca is still unknown to Shibusen and the Death Scythes around the world. On a happier note, Franken Stein and Marie Mjolnir have gotten married; much to everyone's shock, Stein was the one who proposed to Marie. Unbeknownst to Shibusen and the world, Medusa and Arachne Gorgon have since been revived; they were both clever enough to hide a minuscule fragment of their souls in faux bodies in case anything happened to them. They are both working insidious plots to throw the world into chaos once more, though how they plan to achieve this is still unknown. However, while important to the events about to unfold, they are not the main focus of this tale. This saga revolves around the unfortunate circumstances surrounding one particular individual; one who must work through trial after trial to find out who he is and where he came from. Enter Scene: What appears to be a human body is laying underneath a ragged blanket; the only thing visible is a large, muscled arm covered in strange red marks. It is clear, however, that the body belongs to a man of impressive size; well over six feet in height and a heavily muscled physique. Many have passed by the mysterious lump; most, however, simply assumed it to be a corpse and walked away. A rare few actually thought the man was sleeping and tried to wake him, and an even rarer few peeked under the ragged blanket and ran off screaming bloody murder. No one, however, seems willing to help this man when he is so obviously in need. Hopefully today, his luck would change.

Enter Freya She was never late to work. Ever. Then again, it was hard to believe that anyone could actually suffer any consequences for being to late to work at ChupaCabra. Regardless, she, being a one Freya Chtuhilin, prided herself on many a thing. And being punctual was one of these things. As a young woman with very fine assets and a sharp eye for being stylish, she was popular enough at the cabaret club and knew how to increase its patronage - without aiming for the Academy students, so that meant at least she was popular enough to get away with a few things. And popular enough for clientele to miss her and not let her live it down, potentially. Silky, thin and short - perhaps too much so - an empire dress of a lavender tone fluttered about her thighs, revealing the milky, chocolate brown skin of her long legs and feet, which were only partially covered by a pair of woven, white flat sandals. Of course, one of the ways Freya had gained such popularity and patronage was by being smart - and that meant utilizing her earlier mentioned assets. The straps of her dress gave way to a v-neck collar with one side folding over the other and leaving plenty of flesh and cleavage for viewing pleasure. And with just the right 'push' or squeeze of the arms, the effect of spilling out - more so than it already was - was accomplished quite easily. The trim of the dress just below her bust and across the straps were lined with white lace, but a thin sweater trailing just above the end of her dress in its pastel, canary yellow cotton and soft knit covered her shoulders and arms plenty as well. Although only a 3/4 sleeve, that was plenty enough for the weather. Readjusting the purse on her shoulder for the umpteenth time, she brought a hand to her forehead, fixing the bangs in her face and combing her fingers delicately through the thin strands of her framing her face that fell just past her shoulders. A lace scarf of white sat just at the hairline behind her bangs and started the fall of dark hair, bistre and deep auburn-maroon locks, blending together down the middle of her back in a neat, thick river. The short lashes of her indigo eyes glinted with the colors as well. Those indigo eyes however reflected her annoyance with her situation and full, plump, carefully glossed lips contorted in a pout going on sneer that conveyed the same. She was just short of a run, but wouldn't dare looking too disheaveled in such a get up. Although prepared to release a grunt of annoyance, instead a small gasp and near squeal of shock released itself from her lips as she stumbled and caught her balance before any damage could be done. Looking down, Freya glanced at what had caused her trip before her eyes darted up and around her. No one seemed to mind the blanket and stray arm much, but then again, people didn't care about much besides themselves usually. Bending down - but careful of any upskirt angles - she prodded the arm gently before lifting the blanket. Another gasp departed her lips as her eyes widened before she dropped the blanket and looked around. "Ah! Excuse me sir!" "W-wha? What's the matter?" She signaled for a young man who couldn't be much older than herself, tugging at his arm when she had his attention. "There's a body under there! Would you please help me get it to a doctor?" The young man looked shocked and disgusted. His jaw dropped and eyes widened in horrified shock before he shook his head and tried to pull away. "What? A body? That's gross... Can you let me go?" Freya looked as shocked as the youth looked disgusted. Her jaw had dropped and eyes widened in horrified shock before her lips drew together once more, creating a firm line and her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Look here twerp, you're going to help me get that body to a doctor and make sure that guy gets help. YOU HEAR ME!?" "Yes! Yes ma'am!" His words seemed to invest some gallant in him and detach him of his disgust - somewhat - and he practically ran to the blanket and body. Freya herself removed the blanket, folding it carefully and holding it in her arms. "Well, what are you waiting for? Lift him up already! Come on, I think someone can help him over here." Her tardiness forgotten and the man's protests nothing to her ears, she guided the youth to a nearby physician's office, allowing the young man to depart once someone had volunteered to inspect the body. "Phew." Freya sat back in a seat, legs crossed as she leaned over, the blanket folded against her chest and a hand pressed against her forehead. Honestly, she wasn't expecting anything like that so early in the morning. But that's what happens when you took a shortcut to work. Her eyes flashed open briefly as she remembered the club, but she simply sighed and brushed the thought away. It could wait. Someone else's life was significantly more important. Besides, being an 'entertainer' at a club wasn't the only profession open to her. It was the only one without all the stress and action of battle though. But all that meant nothing now. She only needed to be sure that mysterious youth was okay and wouldn't need further assistance.

Kassia moaned and gripped the sheets, bucking her hips, wanting him deep inside her. "Harder!" she pleaded. "Please!" She bit her lip and moved to rub her clit.

Ditto pushed further, going through her cervix. He went further, not wanting to be bothered by the tightness of it around him, until he was fully inside it. He went back to his blob form, then into a ball, stretching out and going back, making her stomach bulge a little each time.

The forest was quiet and long as the huntress wandered around aimlessly for days, her pet staying close by at all times. Himeko was tired of this maze, tired of seeing the same damn thing. She looked down at her pet, Tosho, and sighed. "I think we should stop here for now and get something to eat and maybe find a place to rest." She said softly as she laid her hand on his head and he nudged it in agreement. She saw a cave nearby and decided to stay there. She checked it out and noticed it was empty, which was good. Sitting her belongings down, she took her bow with her and called for her pet to follow. She had to scope the area out first before actually sitting down to relax. She had covered most of the area when suddenly her pet started going nuts. "What is it Tosho?" She asked softly as she saw in the direction he was looking at. Just then he started running in that direction with his mistress following behind him. "Wait up Tosho!" She called out as she continued to follow him. Tosho finally came to a stop and was nudging a... Night Elf? "What is it boy?" She asked as she came in clear view of the Night Elf woman. Now being a Blood Elf and a proud member of the Horde, this Night Elf was her sworn enemy. However the woman didn't look too well. "Ummm... Are you alright?" She asked as she neared the woman, hoping to maybe help her out if she had to.

A Blood Elf, in these forests? And a beautiful one at that? Sheetha had been surprised. So surprised, that she was intrigued. She often did, with little reason. But this time, there were plenty of reasons. She had been looking for a new subject, for a long time. Her "Mistress" was a beautiful Night Elf, but Sheetha could never settle, with what she had. After following the Blood Elf for a while, she watched her enter her cave. She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head slightly, as a grin slowly spread on her lips. She turned around on her heels, looking over her shoulder, raising her wings to look past them, as her body started transforming, from the High Elven form, slowly getting a beautiful purple skin, blue lips, her ears changing from the tall pointed, to lower and more heavy, yet still beautiful ears. Her eyes, with a flash, turned from bright purple, to dark blue. The left large wing, started twisting and turning, before growing into an entity of itself, as it started twirling down Sheethas arm, like a snake. The "former wing" formed a snakelike face, that silently hissed, as its tongue dangled from its lips. Sheetha rose her hand, with palms up, holding the snake's head, as she made a shushing sound with her lips. The snake turned silent, before it started pulling back, both wings, pulling back into their sockets, hidden from others sight. Just as it did, open wounds started turning up around her body, thick blood, pouring from them. A slash, over her stomach, and a brutal cut on her right arm, where mimicked on her body, but she made no expression of pain. Only a wide grin, slowly spreading over her lips. A scent started emitting from her, faking the scent of both blood, and the alluring scent of a Night Elf. She stopped, in a small clearing, just as she heard the Blood Elf talk, and the cat approach. Her body then dropped to the floor, as if gravely wounded, and the dark bra and thong disappeared, replaced with ripped purple clothes resembling a Night Elf huntress' attire. And then she went silent, closing her eyes. As Tosho nudged the gravely wounded Night Elf, her eyes slowly opened. The dark blue, paleing eyes slowly looked up towards the feline, blinking in dizziness, before a soft whimper escaped her lips, a hand pressed against the horrible wound on her stomach. But the whimper was nothing like the fear shot into her eyes when she saw the Blood Elf. Another enemy, of her faction. The Night Elf whimpered, trying to crawl backwards, but only able to use one arm. She slowly shook her head, the dark green hair soaked with blood and sweat sticking to her shoulder and over her face. "No... please don't," she pleaded, fear evident in her voice. "N.. No.. No P.. Please.. D.. Don't.." The fear in her face was replaced with one of pain as the wound on her shoulder shot a sting of pain through her body. The fear in the Night Elf's eyes made it clear that she didn't even hear the other Elf's words. Frightened beyond anything. Of course. All a facade.

The Glaceon sat in her Pok Ball, feeling strange somehow. She felt like something was different, off-kilter. The ball felt too small for some odd reason; she had just been traded away and was waiting to be released. She sighed, not knowing who she was now owned by.

Jake was happy to finally get a Glaceon, and was eager to check it out, to make sure their personalities wouldn't clash. He took the pokeball with Glaceon in it, and went to a private guest room at the Pokemon Center where the trade happened. Upon releasing her, he was left speechless by her curves, bust, firmness... All things a normal pokemon shouldn't have. "Gah! What are you?! Some sort of hybrid?!" He questioned, noting her familiar body and curves.

Lucius had always been the top student at Hogwarts. Both in popularity and in studies. The teachers liked him because he was incredibly gifted, and really quite polite to their face. The other students liked him because he was rich, and always threw the best parties. They excused the fact that he was not nice to the people he did not like, especially since most of them passed through his scorn untouched. He reserved his anger for the outcasts, oddballs, and weirdos that tried to attend his school and hang out with his friends. Of course this was mostly reserved for the boys. They deserved all of his hate. The girls depended on how pretty they were. If they were cute, and sort of bookwormish, he would first try other things, and if they didn't work, he would treat them just like the weirdos. If they were sexy? He would charm them. That came easily. If they were ugly hags, he would treat them just like the boys. Truly, he was a bully, and the worst kind since he excelled at studies and very rarely got caught when he did bully. He was always quick-witted, and quick-worded. Rarely failing to find some excuse for anything that he did or was said to have done. Today was the first day of school, and he was excited to be back. Standing at the doorway to the dormitory rooms, he smiled at old friends, and glared at old enemies, but really it was the new crop of freshmen that caught his interest. Especially the girls. Ever since coming here, he had been infatuated with girls. Especially the shy, cute ones who didn't seem to want to admit that they were really pretty. When they blushed, or smiled, or even cried, that gave him all sorts of pleasure. Spotting a very cute, and very interesting, little thing, he left his perch, swooping in like an eagle. "Hello there," he said softly, his hand going to her hip while the other took her bag. "You look a little lost. I'm Lucius.

Lisa never imagined, not even in her bravest dreams, that someday she'll receive a letter from Hogwarts, inviting her to study wizardry. First she thought it was a stupid joke by her older sister who called her a witch just for fun, but as it appeared it wasn't one more foolish joke. Who could have ever guessed that Lisa, child from a casual family (They call them muggles in the magic world), could be a real witch? Surely, nobody. As well as nobody could lead her to the so-called Diagon Alley, which she couldn't find on city's map for the life of her, and it appeared to be the only place where she could buy books and uniform that she needed for studying in Hogwarts. But things seemed to work out as someday while walking down the London streets, a stranger invited her to the strange looking cafe named 'Leaky Cauldron'. Sure, Lisa would eventually run away once she heard such a suggestion from somebody she saw for the first time in her life, but as he told her that from there she might get into Diagon Alley, girl gave up and followed the stranger, still ready to call emergency if something went wrong. Yet he didn't lie - she really got into Diagon Alley, and really found everything she needed in there. Summer, still full of fear and doubts, has passed even faster than always, and school has started soon after. Before Lisa found Diagon Alley, she was totally sure it was such a stupid joke, but after actually finding all the needed books she understood that letter from Hogwarts was real after all, that's why she didn't turn around and go home once she saw platform number which didn't even exist. Indeed, it took her quite a long time to find it, and if she hadn't noticed some people disappearing after they've bumped into column between 10th and 9th platforms, Lisa would have been late to the Hogwarts express. Lisa's luck seemed to be endless - she found all the hidden things of this mysterious wizards world and actually reached castle, went through sorting (she got into Gryffindor) and now with other freshmen was heading to their bedrooms. Somebody stopped her, and Lisa turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw a blond-haired guy, obviously few years older than she is, standing in front of her. She didn't even get enough time to say anything, as she felt his hand sliding down to her hip. Lisa felt heat all over her cheeks and soon they were covered by a bright pink blush. "L...Lisa.." She said, her voice trebling and cracking a bit. Girl nodded a bit, instead of telling him that it was nice to meet him. "And I'm not lost thank you for care, though!" She quickly muttered, pushing his hand away. Seriously, what was he thinking? They'd just met and he was already touching her like this!

Brandi sighed as she set her trunk down by the Hogwarts Express. She turned and looked at her parents. "Okay Dad, I'll be sure to owl you come Christmas time," she told him, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Mom, I'll make sure to let you know how my studies are going. But you know my marks are always good." She gave her Mom a kiss on the cheek. Then she knelt down to ruffle Lizzy's hair. Lizzy was only 10, so she had one more year to wait. "Aw, don't worry sis, I'll send you lots of owls!" she said. She watched as they left, then stood up and adjusted her tank top. Lizzy had grabbed it and pulled it off her shoulder on one side. She wasn't wearing a bra, as was her custom, so she made sure she had it on just like she liked it. She liked the low-cut tops and short skirts. It made the boys notice, and she liked that. Just as she turned to get on the train, she saw Draco Malfoy looking at her. She smiled and winked as she got on and found an empty cabin.

Draco scowled as he walked behind his parents as they headed towards the train. "Mother.. Father.. I am capable of going by myself," he said through his teeth. He closed his mouth when Lucius turned around, "Look Draco, I want to make this clear. I will not have a mudblood beat you in your classes." He hissed. Draco dug his nails into his fist and kept quiet. He looked up at his father, "I'm a prefect... father.... that means I am one of the best in my house." He said simply and fought back the urge to say more. Lucius smirked, "Ah, very well Draco. I expect you to win the quidditch cup.. since you are captain. Don't bring shame to the Malfoy name." Draco groaned and turned towards his mother, "I'll owl you when I settle down and keep you updated." He said and smiled. He glanced at his father and nodded before watching them leave. "About time," Draco muttered and looked around the crowds for his friends. He smirked when he saw Brandi. Damn she's hot, he thought and raised an eyebrow when she winked at him. He smirked and carried his trunk onto the train and headed towards the back in search of an empty cabin. He made a face when he realized they were all filled and smirked when he saw Brandi sitting alone. Draco slid the door open and sat down in front of her. He looked her up and down and smirked. "Not bad," he murmured under his breath and glanced at the door when it slid open. He smirked when Blaise walked in. He noticed Blaise's eyes wander towards Brandi and sat down next to her. "She's hot," he mouthed and Draco chuckled.

Lily Luna Potter was doing some last minute packing before heading off to the train to start her fifth year. Her twin brother, Albus, was busy yelling at her to hurry the hell up because he was getting tired of waiting. James, who was two years older than them, was going into his last year at Hogwarts and was already in the car, ready to drive. Mr. Harry Potter had a press conference and Mrs. Ginny Potter worked as a healer, and was on call and at St. Mungos, so James got the chance to drive them to school, since the car was charmed to drive itself back home after going invisible once they got to Hogwarts. "Merlin, Lily, hurry up!" yelled Albus from the bottom of the stairs, already done packing with his things in the car. "I'm coming!" yelled Lily, grabbing her Slytherin scarf and stuffing it into the trunk, and then dragging it down the stairs and handing it off to Albus, before climbing into the backseat of the car. Once everyone was at the train station, Lily met Talia and Tallon and they walked to the platform and then onto the train. "Where's Scorpius?" asked Lily, looking around once they had sat down in the compartment. "Probably hitting on some girl," Talia said with a shrug. Tallon nodded. The three friends then waited patiently for Scorpius to arrive in their compartment.

Keeping others waiting, even if they were his closest friends in the world was something that Scorpius enjoyed doing very much. It was just another subtle way to establish that he was the one who was in charge of their little group, they might all have their own opinions and the freedom to essentially do what they wanted but when push came to shove he was the one who chose what to do. It was of course only the natural order of things for a Malfoy to take control of the situation, the son of the wealthiest wizarding family in Europe, a family with pure blood lineage stretching back as far as anyone could count and a great deal of power accumulated over those years. One of the top students in his class, prefect, first rate Chaser, and of course devilishly charming, wasn't it only right that he should take charge. He knew what his friends would no doubt suspect as he kept them waiting, that he had cornered some lovely young lady in a secluded part of the train and was working his quite aggressive brand of seduction like he always chose to, but instead he was just killing time not far off from where they were, enjoying a moment of quiet in a car full of first year students who were too nervous to make a single sound in his presence. That alone was amusing to the point that he would have been laughing if he were not in deep thought, this was the year, he had decided that this was the year that he was going to have Lily all for himself. He knew his parents would never approve, doubted hers would even though technically his father always made a big show about how grateful he was to Potter for taking care of the threat of the Dark Lord... but who cared, he had wanted her from the first onset of puberty and now... well what was going to stop him? Feeling that he had let enough time pass Scorpius made his way from the car that he had been sitting, carrying himself with all the poise and pride that was to be expected of a Malfoy and moved to the train car where they always sat together, pulling the door open with a smirk. I would say I am sorry to keep you all waiting but you would know it is a lie. And you all know I am not going to feel the least bit guilty so... lets skip the part where you try to tell me how terrible I am.

It was only five hours into his first day at Professor Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters and Kyle Phillips had already made his prediction of blowing up the microwave come true. "Damn it!" He grunted, his fingers wiping away the black soot. Yesterday, he was terrified to even touch anything electrical or gas-based, which was impossibly hard in the multitude of cities and suburbs in Australia. He had moved to the Outback on his 21st birthday with his father and sister, the trip almost impossible without the use of vehicles that would explode if he went near them. It seemed like an eternity, but they found the perfect place and had begun to settle in... that was, until that massive black plane appeared. The people onboard talked to Kyle's parents, told him of the school, a place where he could be safe. It wasn't long before Kyle found himself in a rubber suit, strapped into a seat and watching the little farm in Victoria's countryside suddenly becoming nothing more than a mere speck. When he had arrived, he was asked to close his eyes, which he did so obediently. Moments passed and he was guided down what seemed like countless hallways and endless corridors. Finally, he felt the suit removed and he let himself open his eyes to his new home. That afternoon was more exciting, much more, as Kyle became used to being surrounded by kids, teenagers and others his age who were like himself in many different ways. However, he remained away from the main building, staying on the outskirt of the parks and such. Eventually, as the sun began to set, he decided to finally return to the dorms. If he was going to become used to his powers and to this new life, he had to stop hiding. And so, here he was, grumbling as he stood by the shattered remains of the dorm's microwave, ignoring the laughs and snickers from the other students. Suddenly, the sound of something flying through the air whistled into his ear, making him turn his head towards the sound on instinct. The object, a spitball made of ice, suddenly erupted into shimmering snow as a small bolt of lightning destroyed it. Kyle was not in the mood for bullshit.

For eight of her nineteen years, she'd been at Professor X's school, and that was how Hannah liked it. When she started showing her powers right after puberty hit, she'd been labeled a freak - someone different - but here at the school, everyone had some kind of difference, and it made her feel like she belonged. That sense of belonging was all Hannah had now; her family had died in a car crash only a year after she had come to the school. It felt odd at the time, but the pain and loss felt detached, like it happened to someone else, as her family was here at the school now. Shaking her head to break free of her reminiscence, Hannah heard Professor McCoy tell them that their chemistry lecture was over. With her thoughts and mild remembrances disturbed, Hannah grabbed her bags, shoving her books and homework assignment into the pack before heading out into the grassy Quad between the buildings. Everyone seemed to be talking about the new mutant who had been brought to the school, apparently he had some kind of talent with electricity or gas, something like that. Not really caring at that point, Hannah decided to head off towards her dorm and the meetings between the RAs and the Dorm Head for her building. Most people probably would have been aghast at the way the students practically ran their own accommodations inside the dorms, but they housed students from the age of five or six up to the students who usually would be at University studying up to postgraduates. Most of those older students usually ended up either working at the school or to protect it and the humans. Sitting through the meeting for the next hour, Hannah fought to pay attention when suddenly she was told that the new boy was her responsibility. Groaning at the fact that he was on her floor and down her hall in the dorm building, she decided that she'd need to talk to the new boy soon, lay out some ground rules and get him settled in as few incidents as possible. With that in mind, she gathered her things yet again and left the room. As soon as she stepped outside, she saw several students laughing at someone in the buildings communal kitchen, and even saw one of the students flick a ball of ice at whoever had caused the commotion inside. Looking around, she realized that there were none of the other RAs or the Dorm Head, and it was up to her to sort out the problem. Storming her way over to the mob, she tried to see over, around, and through people as her 4'11" height gave her trouble. Her tiny nature had been problematic before, but her skills with her powers had earned her a reputation to be feared. When one of the older boys in the group laughing at the exchange between the mutants in the kitchen saw her standing there, he immediately made way. Admittedly, her image did seem a little frightening; her black elbow-length gloves covering her hands, a tight-fitting black and purple shirt, the sleeves billowing out and coming down to the middle of her forearms, a pair of tight black fatigue pants, black leather coat slung on her arm, and shiny black boots that came almost up to her knees with big silver-colored buckles on them and the purple and shiny silver streaks in her naturally black hair offset against her lightly tanned face and storm-grey eyes only added to the effect. Making sure that she never came into skin contact or eye contact with anyone, Hannah worked her way through the crowd which now had begun to part before her. Stepping into the kitchen, she dropped her bag and her coat down on top of it, and put her fists onto her hips. What the heck is going on in here? There was ice on the floor, the microwave looked like Logan had come back and put a cherry bomb in it, and static electricity was crackling through the air.

Kali was on her way to her first class of college - which was math. She sighed, thinking about the events that had been happening in her town lately. There had been so many freaky deaths that they thought it might be another Kira. Kali used to be a member of a fan-based website that talked about the so-called Kira, and she was very sad hearing the news of his death. When she heard about the new killings, she decided to create her own site. One reason was that the killings were random people, and not rapists, killers, or robbers. Secondly, she wanted to meet the new Kira, even if he was worse than the first one. She thought it was crazy how the deaths were planned out like Final Destination movies, but half of them had to be fake because all shows tend to lie to get more viewers. Kali looked at her paper to see what building and room she needed to be in, then started walking towards where she had to be. Walking into the big classroom, she saw only a few people. She walked up a few steps before approaching a guy who looked somewhat nice. She got out her laptop and waited for it to start up. "Hey," she said, mumbling low to see if he would ignore her or not.

It had been two weeks since the killings had started. Originally it was five deaths within five hours. Those five were his test subjects. Heart attack for one and the other four actually did something before meeting their death. Then the deaths stopped. Until four days later when the first five people in the personal death toll skyrocketed to fifty-seven in one day. Each of those deaths happened simultaneously across the country. In fact, the thing was so insane that businesses closed down for a couple days allowing people to spend the last few days alive with their loved ones. The deaths then balanced out to be at a constant pace but not so many at one time. And Within two weeks life was back on track aside from the constant fear of someone dying. The original Kira had the right plan on how to make the perfect world. Unfortunately, his plan was flawed. He would only kill criminals. The utopia he had was not created properly as bullies still existed and so long as people did petty crimes they were not killed off. Bryan, although was not out to make a utopia, had already caused a lot of people to play nicely at the fear of being killed for no reason. Bryan was at the McDonald's Across the Street from the college eating a burger when he looked at his cell phone. It was still a few minutes before the next death would take place and this time he was making sure to have a front row seat to the Death. Most of his killings were freak accidents, something completely unexplained, and thus he could not be at each one. The next death however was going to happen right outside the window he was next to. Perfectly on cue, the helicopter was hovering overhead. Smoke blowing out of one engine and it quickly started spiraling down to the ground. The professor who had just flunked Bryan crossing the street and the helicopter blade cleaving head clean off. The pilot escaping without a scratch only to be hit by a car right after. Two for the price of one. "HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT?" One kid around Bryan's age screamed, freaking out. Of course he did. Bryan was the one who willed it to happen.

The woods were quiet... too quiet. And it wasn't that Juri sensed any kind of impending doom. It was peaceful. Serene. Boring. Juri just felt like screaming, like smashing some trees to the ground with her bare hands. The Korean girl wished she could be out of here as quickly as possible, the sooner the better. She wasn't here to enjoy the scenery. No, she'd sooner have this place leveled. She was here because, in the last tournament, she had encountered a female ninja named Ibuki. This ninja girl seemed like the perfect test subject for the female exclusive "Feng Shui" engine, the very power that Juri herself held. Now that she was in charge of SIN and Seth was dead and buried, the psychotic bitch was ready to conquer the world. And for that, she needed soldiers. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, she finally reached a clearing. It seemed well used, but was at present empty. A slow, sadistic smile crept onto Juri's face, licking her lips in anticipation. This was the place. This looked like their training ground. All she had to do was wait, and eventually, her little kunoichi would show herself. After that, it was a matter of beating her... then using her to sate her desires. She had to resist the urge to play with her own breasts at the thought, her overactive libido tempting her... one of the side effects of the Feng shui engine.

Ibuki - Ninja Village, Japan Despite the fact that the sun was barely creeping its way past the peaks of the mountain that surrounded the small village, there was chatter and sounds circling the air as the ninjas were getting ready for their morning routines. Some were sharpening their kunai while conversing, others carrying buckets of water from the nearby well, a few already stretching for the training to come. But, although most of the villagers were already awake, if not all, one lay sound asleep, curled up in a ball on her mat, a little bit of drool coming down the side of her lips. Then came a small jab in the side of her stomach to disrupt her peaceful slumber. Moaning a bit in annoyance, Ibuki tried to ignore it but then came another, then another. Shifting her position, turning around to face the other way, Ibuki tried to get back to sleep but the little pokes persisted on the back. Eventually her eyes lazily opened to reveal a small creature anxiously watching over her. "What is your problem Don-chan?" she mumbled as she sat up, wiping away the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. The little tanuki, a pet she had kept as long as she could remember, tilted its head slightly before pointing out of the window at the sun, which had risen up now to illuminate the once dark room. It took a while for the female ninja to register but suddenly realized what it meant and almost jumped up from the mat. "I am so late!" she exclaimed to practically no one as she hurriedly made her way to a nearby table and began wrapping her bare feet with a reel of white cloth bandages that lay on it. Doing the same with her ankles and shins, Ibuki turned her head to try and find her arm guards. "Where are th-" she said to herself before Don-chan made its way onto the table in front of her holding the pair in his tiny hands. With a smile, she quickly placed them on and grabbed a couple kunai before making her way out the door, followed by the tanuki. Although early, ninjas started their training at the brink of dawn in the clearing, and she already knew she wasn't going to make it in time. As she made her way through the village, a lot of people who weren't in training shook their heads as she passed them, and she groaned at the prospect of cleaning out the dojo yet again. Jumping onto a branch of one of the large trees in the forest, she began rushing through, going from tree to tree as she zipped through. Soon enough, the trees began to open up a bit in the dense forest revealing a brightly illuminated clearing with bodies all warming up and sparring. "Made it!" she exclaimed with joy as she hopped down from the last branch to the ground. Hopefully being just a LITTLE late wouldn't be too bad. In her hurry, however, she didn't even get to notice the woman hiding below that last tree, watching the ninjas. Don-chan, however, did and, instead of following Ibuki down to the ground, stayed in the tree, watching her. Why did she look so familiar to the tanuki?

Drake had been working for the company for more than three years now and in that time he had become one of their best agents for finding "targets" and retrieving them before training them and handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair, dressed up for the occasion. There was supposed to be a big party for celebrities, some A-list group who thought they were untouchable and wouldn't get caught or disappear like some B-list stars. Laughing, he got up and headed to his car, checking his trunk for all of the tools of his trade - ropes, gags, and chloroform. Getting into his car, he headed out from his house and into the city where the afterparty was being held. Drake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now? It had to be someone really at the A-list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. That would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe. He knew that they operated all around the world, some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government; who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they were truly in power.

The party was the talk of the city, all the top celebrities were going to be there. Everybody wanted to get into it, even the press were trying to sneak in too, but they were only allowed to the door before security moved them away, but they were persistent, still trying to get in and get pictures of the celebrities as they got out of the limos, just as they finished taking pictures of one celebrity, another turned up. A long white limo pulled up outside the building, the camera's of the press flashing frantically already. The car door was opened by a waiting door man, and out stepped Jennifer Lopez, wearing a long sparkly silk dress, with a split up the front, leading along her long legs. She smiled at the press and gave them a small wave, and even posed for a few photos before she made her way into the building, once inside she helped herself to a drink and went to mingle with some of the other celebrities. The press disappointed that Miss Lopez was now inside they set on waiting for the next car to come, they didn't have to wait long, when a black car pulled up, and in the same fashion as before, the door was opened and out stepped the celebrity. This time it was, Tyra Banks, wearing a short blue ruffled strapless dress, she also smiled at the camera's and posed for photos. This was the routine for all celebrities when arriving at parties, get out the car and have some photos taken. Tyra, soon followed Jennifier through the doors and helped herself to drinks. Two cars pulled up together next, the first car door opened and out stepped Jennifier Love Hewitt. She was wearing a long blue/purple dress, that fastened around her neck, sort of like a dog collar. Her back open to the air. "Hello" she smiled at the press, not staying for many photos, eager to get in and get herself a drink. The other car door opened too, and Beyonce got out of the car, the press all shouted at her,"Beyonce, get us in? Beyonce, one more pic, just one more?". Beyonce smiled and gave them what they wanted, she gave them more attention than the celebrities before her, before she smiled her good byes and caught up with Jennifer at the door. "Hello, Jennifer" She smiled, as they both went off to get drinks, music playing in the background.

Oh, no," would say Aunt Alice. "That was not what happened at all! For when that happened, we met that person!" "Oh, no," would reply Aunt Miyuki-chan. "That was not what happened at all! For when that happened, it went this way!" She had done her best to listen attentively, but when it came to their eighteenth birthday, it seemed that Aunt Alice and Aunt Miyuki-chan confused more than enlightened. The place would call either be called Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Miyuki-chan) or Sexland (if you asked Aunt Alice). For, as She grew up, She had heard, from her Aunts, about Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Miyuki-chan) and Sexland (if you asked Aunt Alice), but it was not until their eighteenth birthday were She allowed to learn who one would meet in Wonderland (if you asked Aunt Miyuki-chan) or what would happen if one went to Sexland (if you asked Aunt Alice). But, alas, what would be a delightful tale of ticklish fantasy were it said once individually by Aunt Alice then Aunt Miyuki-chan became a trial of boredom when told by both together. She was both becoming aroused (for they were indeed being told what happened and who was there) but also sleepy (for Aunt Alice and Aunt Miyuki-chan did disagree so). But at least did they dream and that is what our tale is about. Alice in Sexland: Miyuki-chan in Wonderland:

Rina read the book hastily trying to skip through the scenes to the best part of the romance novel. "Quickly, quickly," she said as she lay in bed, speeding her way through the book. Her aunts had told her never ever niece, never ever read a sex novel before bed. They finished each other's sentences like usual. In her haste to get to her desired spot, she was tired, slowly drifting as she read the pages blurred and she slept, falling into the bed. She woke up later, rubbing her eyes diligently as she looked around. "Oh No! This wasn't home at all, no no not at all." She looked around taking in the forest path, the tree she sat under was most definitely not her comfy bed. She looked around. "Where is this place, this place I am in, the place that is not my bed?" She questioned standing and walking away from the tree to the path that twisted before her. She heard a sound, it made her jump, jump. It made her as she turned to see a wonderful beauty passing along the path. A strange girl she was indeed, wearing strange clothes and having an abnormal body shape. She cursed the mannerisms of which her aunties had passed on to her throughout the years. She approached the girl, waving her arms. The girl seemed in a rush but still waved. "Excuse me, Excuse me!" Rina called out. The girl seemed to keep moving, but then they bumped with a bang, and both girls fell to the floor with a thud.

Cobblepot!" He hated that name, yelled as if it was a curse. Not that "Penguin" was any better, but when you're barely over 5 feet and 'rotund' is a euphemism...well, you need to work with what you have. For the last few years, he had chosen to lay low, with most of his criminal activities happening low-key through his nightclub, The Iceberg Lounge. Unfortunately, fate was conspiring against the hefty villain, in the form of Arkham...City. The City within a city was built around his lounge, where it housed the most notorious villains: The Joker (maybe?), Two-Face, Mr. Freeze, and rumors that the Al Ghul and the League of Assassins were in the powder keg as well. Fate though, was fickle...it giveth..and it taketh. In this instance, it gave The Penguin an edge on the other criminals. While they had been thrown into the mix, he was already there, with a base of operations. Fate also conspired to deliver him a new ally, Mr. Freeze, the iceburg lounge truly looked like an iceberg, which the diminutive villain was suited by just fine. Between his alliance, a few cops held hostage, and his henchmen if someone wanted information, supplies or muscle...Cobblepot was the man to go to. Fate, also taketh away...as he was also in possession of some museum pieces that others would, and did, pay a ransom to recover. Including giving a cat burglar an incredible sum to spirit away.

Usually, Catwoman wouldn't bother with Penguin. The rotund man did have his fair share of valuables, things that would enrichen any thief's pockets. Even better, there wasn't a whole lot of moral dilemma in stealing from someone like that. However, Catwoman tried to stay away from the various "super criminals" in Gotham as best she could, though that mostly failed. In reality, she veered away from Penguin because he looked like his face had been on the wrong end of a window pane. This was quite unlike the sexy, slinky thief. The Catwoman looked every inch the femme fatale. A tight, taut figure encased in revealing leather, she looked like every hero or villain's wet dream. The costume had certainly been designed to help achieve that very feeling. Tight leather clung to a pair of pert buttocks, showcasing the womanly hips and the fine curves the prowler possessed. Said leather also encased the long legs, ending in heeled boots, all to accentuate. A frontal zipper provided easy access and a nice few of a wide expanse of white cleavage, nearly extending down to Selina's belly button. Both breasts would spill over in most hands, and seemed barely contained by their leather prisons. As if the body weren't enough, Selina had a glamorous face. Sexy, hooded green eyes stared from beautiful lashes, all positioned in a face that graced magazines. Tufts of her short black hair just showed underneath the cat hood. In short, Catwoman looked ready to either kick ass or kiss it, depending on her mood. Currently, she was leaning more towards the former. The sneaky thief had already entered the Lounge, utilizing some mapping technology present within her suit. The job had simple requirements: seek out some museum pieces and abscond with them. In and out, without attracting attention. Catwoman figured it should be easy enough, and she slunk through now without causing a sound. Penguin's standard goons were easy enough to avoid, as they weren't exactly the top of the line when it came to villainy. The few that did get in the way, Catwoman deftly took care of, often surprising them before they got a chance. However, she found that the museum piece was too heavily guarded for that. The woman had to drop down and attack in a much more frontal manner. Thankfully, she did bear a whip and several gadgets, not to mention martial arts training. The mooks put up something of a fight nonetheless, one even getting dangerously close to connecting with the feline thief. In the end, she was victorious, and focused her attention upon the classy pieces, starting with a beautiful statuette hidden in one of Penguin's more morbid displays. She needed to move quickly, and that meant focusing on the job, while trying to listen for more unwanted visitors.

It was trivial, the thoughts about the worlds and their people, the Heartless, the darkness in people's hearts. Sometimes it hurt her head to think about it all, more than the fact of the coat she wore to mislead people. It was a horrible thing, but the girl felt that it was one of the most important parts of her job as a mercenary. A puff of the fifteen-year-old's cheeks showed her irritation at her thoughts. Was there really nothing she could do right now for the worlds?! Trying to block out her own thoughts, Xynnic shouted out over the hilltops in frustration. She was alone, right now... At least that was what she thought, in all honesty... Xynnic was the young, silver-haired woman's name. Her blue eyes glared straight ahead, as she tried to stay calm. Feeling so useless and unable to help the Keybladers definitely bothered her, and made her feel completely useless... Slumping to a sitting position, she sighed gently, as she watched the wind sway through the area.

Time never ebbed, even for the omnipotent. His return marked the beginning of a new era. His machinations were laid out before them, the Keyblade wielders, though there was naught but a trace of them left. Mickey. Riku. Sora, and their little friend...Kairi. A simple display of his power would suffice for now. And so the Corridor of Darkness bent to his will, transporting him from his thoughts and into an area long forgotten: Yen Sid's Tower. The boys were here. He could hear their hearts. He could feel the darkness still pulsing in Riku's heart, begging to be released. Who was he to deny that need? He was obligated to do this for the boy. It would only help Riku, and of course, himself. They tried. Their efforts were valiant, after all. But they were young and naive, and Sora, even with all his power, was still too inexperienced as a Keyblade wielder to even consider the fact that a master, nay, the Master, would best him. With a flourish of his wrist he parried Riku's feeble attempt to defend himself with an offensive, relinquishing him of his Keyblade and driving him to the ground. The man stood over him, snide and content, the Keyblade he was wielding pressed into his throat. Then he spoke, his voice deep and commanding, as a Master's should be, "Do not fight boy. This is necessary. You will find that soon enough. The heart of all worlds will be opened because of your destiny. You think the path you chose was of your own accord? Bothersome. You were led down that path by my hand, as a fail safe. Come, show the darkness in your heart." He pressed the Keyblade into Riku's chest, a blinding aura encompassing him before the area exploded into a brilliant shower of iridescent colors. When it was all clear, he was gone. She would be able to hear the cry of a world extinguished. Most people could, though it seemed like just a whisper at the back of their mind, taunting them. Most people ignored it, thought it was inconsequential. Those privy to the current plight knew. Knew what it meant, what it entailed. With the darkness he had wrest from Riku's heart, his plans were one step closer to fruition. Soon he would be accompanied by a born again soldier. Soon his second Vanitas would be complete.

Call a daiyoukai old fashioned, but he always enjoyed reading the paper. In the new age of electronics and the internet, some things shouldn't change. And the newspaper, Sesshoumaru often mused to himself; was probably the best human invention he had ever enjoyed. That, and suits..he had grown to appreciate the fine feeling of an expensive suit in the past few hundred years or so. That, and suits..he had grown to appreciate the fine feeling of an expensive suit in the past few hundred years or so. To tell you the truth, he couldn't really say why he enjoyed the feel of a newspaper in his hands or the smell of ink. Perhaps it brought him back to bygone days where things were as easy as beheading a fool who disrespected him and that was that. Now, humans had political alliances...a care for people they never saw or rarely seen miles and miles away. Part of him was disgusted that human innovation had paved the way, and yet here he was..taking advantage of every sweet benefit. "Lord Sesshoumaru!" His eyes closed a moment, a small rise of his lips formed as he folded the paper. Something reminiscent of a smile traced on his lips, it was a bit foolish for him to feel nostalgic, but Jaken had rarely changed in the four hundred years when he felt more in his element. The scent of green herbal tea filled the air as Jaken made his way over to Sesshoumaru's fine oak desk and set it next to him. Jaken dressed in the same traditional robes he always had..not that it mattered, the little youkai was rather hard to hide. "What news do you have for me, Jaken?" He asked, taking the hot cup to sip carefully. At that, the little youkai seemed to fidget under his gaze, which narrowed slightly at his lack of an answer. "Forgive me, my Lord." He said, bowing low. "The..woman you requested to be sent away has returned again." A fine, silver brow arched at that as he settled into his plush leather seat. Again? That was the fifth time this month...he had no idea what could possibly be so worth a human woman wanting to be his personal aide, because what he did was hardly something that required a mortal woman. He took another look at her resume, somewhat impressive..he supposed. But ultimately lacking in the one thing he truly needed. Regardless, he had to admire her stubbornness..something that could be used for him in some shape or form. No sense to turn away willing help. "..Send her in, Jaken." He finally said, taking a smooth sip of the green tea as Jaken's wide yellow eyes stared at him a moment. "At once, my lord." He said, quick to head out of his office and have someone less youkai in shape to summon her up. The newspaper was boring, so perhaps this would provide his normally slow mornings with something to do.

She had been after this job for a while now, and had essentially been turned away each time, but Kestrel was not a woman to be turned down so easily. She knew the job was as good as hers, no one was more qualified to work under the Daiyoukai. Not quite like she was. She knew what he was thinking, knew he assumed that she was a human woman. Being anything other than such was not exactly something one simply slapped on their resume, but this was beyond the point. Today, she was going to get in. Today, was her day. Standing at a healthy five foot nine, without the stilettos, she stood in the lobby with her arms crossed over lustrous breasts. If there was one thing to be said visually about the woman standing in the lobby, it was sex appeal. Kestrel had dark, exotic skin matched with light blonde hair and a set of piercing lavender eyes. She had large breasts which molded themselves into a slender waist, and finally down into a toned and well worked abdomen. As one's eyes trailed lower, they would rest upon a set of wide hips paired with two long athletically toned legs. She was dressed in a dress suit, in a sense. Over her torso was a white, corset-like top, professional as it might be, concealed beneath a black suit coat that was currently buttoned at the waist, hugging the coke-bottle like figure nicely. From her hips hung a skirt, relatively short, and relatively tight. And finally, a pair of professional, open-toed stilettos. The long blonde hair was tied up, in an elegant bun, curls and whisps of the hair floating around her face and neckline. She had waited for several minutes before the small green Youkai had finally returned to confirm something that she had known since the minute she had woken up. A smug smirk tugged across full glossed lips before she began to follow him. Hips swaying as she moved, so say she caught attention was an understatement, however, she was a high maintenance woman, and not just anyone would do. Anyone who knew her personally knew that she was a rather stuck up individual. One had to be deemed worthy, and if you were not, you did not get the time of day. No, not her time of day. Finally, when they reached the office, the little man threw open the door, providing her entrance. She continued to trek comfortably inside, and waited to be offered a seat before she finally set down, crossing the long legs and eying at the male in front of her. Pure-blood, just as she had always known. This explained in a bit of detail as to why she hadn't gotten the job before, but she was sure she was a shoo in this time. She had a few new... methods up of her sleeve, methods she knew that he would be rather pleased with. She watched him for a moment, the grin remaining on her lips before they parted to speak. "Lord Sesshoumaru... you're a hard man to get a hold of... My name is Hideyoshi Kestrel. I'm hoping to finally be able to convince you I'd be a proper aide, and an asset to your company." She spoke, leaning back in the chair and clasping her hands at her waist. She scanned him, head to toe. It was no doubt what it was the women were crazy about, who didn't like a powerful, attractive man in a suit?

A young Breton woman knelt in a patch of nightshade, plucking the rich purple blooms and sliding them into a small satchel at her right hip. She didn't terribly need nightshade, but the color was her favorite, and as she placed the last blossom in the satchel, a nearly invisible smile pulled at the corners of her petite mouth. Standing proved to be more difficult than she had anticipated; her knees ached slightly, and the sudden rush of blood back into her shapely calves was less than her favorite sensation. Almost as if on cue, a gentle breeze rustled the tall grass and remaining flowers about her, sending a tantalizingly floral aroma into the air. She breathed in deeply through her nose and held it in for just a second before letting it seep out ever so slowly. Vibrant green eyes darted over the treeline quickly as she knelt again to pick up an ancient stone mask and an Elven bow, which she slide over her shoulder next to a half-full quiver of Falmer arrows. The mask, Krosis, she ran her fingers over fondly before donning it as well. Another quick scan of the horizon and she took off. Tight leather armor clung to her every curve as she bounded across the clearing and back into the safety of the trees. Not even a branch cracked beneath her lithe feet as she leapt and darted over fallen logs and boulders. Glimpses of a massive stone structure appeared occasionally on the horizon, growing steadily larger and ever more menacing as she approached. Interest piqued, she slowed and crouched before diverting her path up the mountain toward said structure.

This woman, who was clearly dressed as an adventurer, explorer, graverobber, fighter, there were many different names one could call people such as her. But today there would be no name-calling, at least not like that. If she'd been called different names, they would have been dirtier. And if she liked those more, she wouldn't know, but considering who she'd meet shortly hereafter, she probably would. His presence had the tendency to let mortal morals float away like clouds, so that even a high servant of the divines could fall down to her knees and beg for sex. From the Daedric plane, a man watched this curved woman, seeing her body coming closer by the second. With the power he had, he kept the way clear for her fairly easily, only enemies being bandits and wolves, as he didn't want to make it too easy for her. Once she arrived, she would notice the air darkening around her, and if she tried to move back, she would find herself unable to do so. When she finally reached the statue, she saw a staff there, with a large ruby made into the shape of a rose at its end. When she tried to touch it, it pulled her into another world. "Well, well," she heard, the source being a faintly familiar voice. "You tried to take my staff away, did you? Not that you could be blamed for Greed, not here at least, but still." Around her, she saw a feast where all of the sins were going through, with fights, fuckings, gobbling up food, anything. "But for touching my staff without permission, you will receive some form of punishment, won't you? I hope you have something in mind, as otherwise I'll think of something.

Katie Welch walked down the street, dodging cars and grumpy pedestrians as she neared Bruce Wayne's manor. She'd never owned a car, despite being a decent driver, for she was never able to get ahead on her bills enough to purchase one. However, she didn't mind, for walking gave her plenty of time to think. And in this case, it was giving her time to think about what she had gotten herself into. Today was the day she was supposed meet Bruce Wayne, the most powerful man in Gotham, to basically beg his permission to become his new live-in maid. She was technically hired by Alfred, his current butler who was slowly falling ill, but he admitted she better meet the owner of the manor before packing her bags. Giving the guard at the gate her name, 22-year-old Katie was allowed to walk up the path to the front door of the large mansion and gave a hesitant knock. She was not a shy girl, nor was she hardly ever nervous, but this situation genuinely scared her a little. She was not just asking for a job, but a job that gave her a place to stay and food to eat. Her bills would go down immensely, and it had to be more pay than waitressing at the diner she was currently employed at. The door opened, revealing Alfred and his kind, wise smile. "Miss Welch," he greeted warmly, "I'll alert Master Wayne of your arrival." He nodded and led her to a sitting room on the West Wing of the house. Then, quickly, he went off to find Bruce and put on a pot of coffee. Katie sat down on the edge of the couch, biting her lip and looking all around the room. It was nicer than any room she'd ever been in before, intimidating her even more. What if he simply thought she was trash? Some poor girl who needed to make a living and who would never be on his level... It made a knot form in her stomach as she waited on him.

Bruce Wayne was a bit skeptical that Alfred had found a maid that would please him. "I think you will like her Mr. Wayne," Alfred had said after he had already hired her. "You 'think' I will like her? And if I don't, Alfred, how are you going to dismiss her without dashing her hopes?" Alfred had smiled wryly. "Have I ever let you down, Sir?" Bruce had to acknowledge that Alfred had an uncanny ability to understand his needs and provide for them. This thought gave Bruce hope, and even made him a bit excited as he waited for the new maid to arrive. Wayne was in the lab of the Bat Cave when he saw the lights of the elevator descending to his level. The utility belt he was developing was close to being finished. In a few days he would test it in the wee hours of the Gotham morning when the scum of the city lurked and prowled the deserted streets. He put the belt into a cabinet and turned off the light as the elevator door opened and Alfred stepped out. "Sir, the new hire is waiting in the south living room." Again Alfred had that wry smile on his old, gentle face, and Bruce laughed out loud as he slapped him on the back. "Alright my good man...let's see what you've done to me." They entered the elevator and both were silent as they ascended. Once on the main level, Bruce paused and addressed his butler. "Alfred...let us keep the young lady from the Red Room until I know what she's about," He said conspiratorially. "No sense scaring her away." As Bruce Wayne entered the living room, he was almost dumbfounded by the vision he saw before him, but he didn't let on. With a determined stride and a broad smile, he approached his new maid and extended his hand in greeting. "Miss Welch...it is a pleasure to meet you," He said sincerely as he held her soft, dainty hand in his. "I understand Alfred has hired you for a live-in position," He paused for effect. "I trust Alfred's judgement implicitly. I'm sure you will be just what I'm looking for." He looked around her. "Do you not have any luggage or personal items," He asked casually. "No matter...everything you need will be provided for you." He gave her a good once over during the brief introduction, and he liked what he saw...very much indeed! "I'll have Alfred show you to you're quarters, then I hope you will dine with me. Tomorrow you will be an employee, but tonight you will be a guest." He let go of her hand and pardoned himself. "I will fetch the old man...see you tonight." With that, he turned and left the room. Meeting his butler in the hallway, he pulled him aside and spoke to him in a low voice. "Alfred, my friend...perhaps she will see the Red Room sooner than later.