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Alexander had a lot of work to do. He had been set up to be the one to finish this book, a book that many men had already put their lives into. Literally. It had cost some of them their lives to get the information in the book he held, as he stared up at the top of the mountain. There were a lot of holes and completely blank pages for him to fill, so he had to get going. It had been a week ago that he accepted this rather dangerous job, liking the idea that he would be able to see the world. And the pay was good, too, he couldn't forget that. He could live years from it... IF he lived. The men that hired him were smart, though. They took him to mage elders, who were able to put a protection on his soul. That was one thing off his mind, at least. Now he just had to manage not to get physically killed. Alex was wearing rather warm clothing: A sweater, a long-sleeve shirt underneath that, thick pants of wool and thin pants of silk underneath those. His hair was short and brown, making small spikes when they were uncovered. But because the mountain was cold and snowy, he was wearing a wool cap, to keep warm. Blizzards were coming down, and he moved to avoid them as he climbed. It was a long way, but he eventually found a house, and he knocked on the door. "Hello? Anyone in there?

The Yuki-onna dwelled within the walls of the house, awaiting the knock of her male visitor. She was using the blizzards to adjust his course to her home. The monster girl was so cold, her skin like ice and a pale blue. Long white hair spilled down her thin frame, that was encased in a snow white kimono, with a pale blue obi that matched her skin. Dark, crystal eyes watched and waited, as she prepared a meal for her guest. Yuki-onna was to treat this man with her hospitality, to cause him to be indebted to her, so that she may ask him for the warmth of a sexual encounter. He could not refuse her - if he did, she would simply intensify the blizzards and once again return him to her door. The knock came soon enough, and she finished the food she'd prepared for him before coming to the door. Her ice cold, pale blue hand grasped the door handle and pulled it open, allowing her eyes to feast upon the man she'd drawn here. He was bundled against the cold, so she couldn't see much about him. She had stoked a fire for him, to warm her home so he wouldn't freeze when he took off his clothes. A gentle, welcoming smile came across her blue lips. "Welcome traveler, come into my home," she invited, stepping aside to allow him entry into her house.

First come first served folks! Jaina slowly walked down the loading dock of her ship 'Stark', closely followed by a grey/green droid with a blaster rifle carbine slung over its shoulder and a vibro-blade strapped to its back. To a regular civilian the droid looked like a normal protocol droid though few knew that it was an assassin droid that had been outfitted to kill jedi effectively. Jaina had come to Nar Shadda to 'find' someone, or at least that was what she would tell anyone who asked. "Mistress..." The droid suddenly piped up, looking down at the Sith with its glowing red eyes. "Query: Are we going to find a Jedi on this planet? After all, your last two 'hunches' led us to a swamp on Gamorr, and Tattooine." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Though, those desert savages provided excellent target practice." Jaina sighed and grinned at the droid. Most Sith would have beheaded the machine for questioning their abilities, but the HK droid was much too useful for that. "Just trust me on this one HK; I've got a good feeling about this planet," she said. Among the Sith, she was considered of a fairly high rank if you could call it that. Various younglings had approached her, trying to become her apprentice, though she never accepted. Though she was without a master, that didn't mean she wanted some inept moron following her around. "Perhaps we should split up," Jaina suggested. "I'll search the bars and Pazzak dens, you take care of the lower sectors." The HK droid nodded, its voice rising and falling in the normal HK droid manner. "Good idea, Mistress. I'll feel free to interrogate the refugees as I see fit." Jaina nodded, pointing at a large blast door that led to the underground area where the refugees were forced to live. "Oh, Mistress, you know me too well," it said, snapping a casual salute before stalking off. She had outfitted the droid with a cortosis alloy chassis so he wouldn't get mowed down by a blaster or a lightsaber. As well as a robotic muscular system that allowed him to move fluidly enough to be proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Quickly, she went to the Pazzak den. She figured she could make some credits while searching for this Jedi.

Aola Ani leaned back in her chair, settling the back against the wall. Her hood was pulled far forward to conceal her eyes and most of her face, leaving only her mouth visible in the shadows. Her skin was a deep dark red, almost the color of blood, one of the biggest reasons the Jedi had been reluctant to accept her into training. Red was normally part of the Sith's markings, and it made many of the masters uneasy. Fortunately there had been one who wasn't blinded by prejudice, even though her eyes had been taken by a Sith. Over the years of training, Aola had proven herself to be adept at Telekinesis, to the point of almost being a prodigy. However, unlike the other students, she had a hard time with mind-affecting abilities; she just couldn't seem to get a handle on them. She looked at the hand she had been dealt and looked up at the player across from her. Despite the fact that she could not easily effect another's mind with the Force, she had other ways. After all, she was a Twi'lek and a female considered attractive even among her own people, let alone the rest of the galaxy. The only females that could match her for charm and seduction were Zeltron females, and only because they could control the pheromones they released and use them to affect others' attitudes toward them. She was winning this game and was going to leave as soon as she finished, having won enough to cover her needs for the next few days. She wore a simple all-weather cloak, which had the hood up, the cape draped over her shoulders. She was not, however, in traditional Jedi robes, despite being a knight. She wore a short skirt that brushed against her knee, just long enough to preserve modesty without hindering her fighting. Her top was tight across her breasts and though it covered them fully, it left little to the imagination. The sleeves were long and flowing again to not hinder her fighting but also to conceal the lightsabers up both of them. The skirt and top left her midriff bare and her toned stomach and long legs always drew many eyes of both genders wherever she went.

It was so much like the last time," she thought, with a soft sigh. The bank still hung precariously over the edge of the water, whooshing past in quick motions, spinning about itself in the center, creating rapids with white heads, spilling upon themselves before rejoining its water brethren. She sat there for a few moments, watching the water spin, spray and twirl. There was a gentle breeze that morning. And the overhanging trees, all old and bent like they had been in her memory, let go of their leaves. Those leaves danced passed her face, some brushing her skin or hair, then falling to her lap, or sticking in her hair. She brushed them from those places, pushing them to lay at her side, to be picked up by the wind and dragged away. "I want it to happen again," she said aloud, looking about. Willing it to happen. Narrowing her eyes, she looked for that blur of white. That would give her the sign. Alice was so much more mature now. Physically, she was taller, she had a thin waist, wide 'birthing hips' and a set of round, perky breasts. Her face was thinner, less baby fat on it. Her eyes were more narrow, less wide and curious. A glint in those emerald eyes, one unknown to the child Alice who had been here, nearly ten years earlier. Her hair was longer now, blonde and curled slightly around her chest. Her skin was still fair and soft, her lips thick and pouty. Getting back to her feet, the now-young woman tried to retrace her steps. From so many years ago. Her mind was fuzzy, thinking back so hard, and so far. "I want to go back! Why can't I go back!" She asked aloud, after nearly an hour of wandering. She was sore and tired. A small crystal tear on her cheek, it wasn't fair! "If I found you once... I can find you again--" She was cut off. A loud yelp left her lips. She was falling! Falling... so... slowly? Deja'vu hit her like a ton of brick walls, knocking the breath from her lungs under her large breasts. A chiming laughter touched her face, echoing in the tunnel as she tumbled down in slow-mo. The abstract and obscure things rolled around her spinning past her as she fell. It felt like an eternity had passed before she felt the solidity of the ground. Like so many years ago, she wore a blue dress, which spiraled out around her body and covered her legs. She sat there for a moment. Looking about. "Hello?" Her voice echoed in the hallway, such a familiar one at that too! "Is... is anyone there?" Placing her hands upon the ground, she stood up. The hallway looked unending. There were locked doors to either side, they were side-by-side, lining the walls. Standing up, she noticed this time around, the ceiling looked closer. Reaching about her blond head, she stretched to touch it, and failed. With a soft laugh, she continued down the hall. Like last time, she walked for what seemed like forever. Until the room opened up...

As Alice entered the room, she would find it had changed, the white walls still lined with doors, though in the middle was a large bed. And out of the corner of her eye she would glimpse a hint of white - a tiny grin off to her side. Of course, if Alice had a memory, she would recognize the Grin's owner immediately. "Hello Alice-dear," said the soft, male voice, charming and a little cute sounding, but to Alice's mind something seemed strange about it - the voice almost sounded sultry. What began as a tiny grin grew into the smile that Alice would recognize as the Cheshire Cat, hovering just inches above the bed in the room. Of course, as usual, the Smile was there, but the cat was nowhere to be seen. The smile spoke again. "Perhaps you can tell me why you've returned here?" Alice asked. "You've certainly changed since the last time we met." In another minute, Alice would see the Cat's body fade into view, of course what she saw would likely surprise or startle her. The bearer of the grin was not the strangely colored stubby cat, but a man, a teenage male who looked somewhere in her age, with violet and pink hair, two large cat ears protruding from the top of his head, and a long purple and pink tail that transcended from his back right above his rather beautiful rear. The cat appeared as a striking young man, the angles of his face marked by whisker markings that traced away from his nose. Cheshire's goldenrod eyes were closed, formed into arcs as he smiled his mischievous grin. Cheshire's body appeared to be something straight out of any female's fantasies, he was lithe and svelte, not particularly muscular and not too skinny, he was built like a cat, his fine muscles from under his skin, adding rigidness to his otherwise mouthwatering frame, his entire upper body was naked all the way to the top of his rear where his tail emerged. Cheshire moved, flopping onto his back and letting his head hang off the edge, giving her a tempting glimpse down the front of the purple cargo jeans he wore. Cheshire giggled and stared up at the female from the bed, his eyes opening long enough to look at her. Cheshire lie on the bed, his body fully stretched out in a rather catlike way across the red silken sheets, his signature grin spread ear to ear as he looked up at the female who had entered the world of Wonderland once again. The Cat eyed the woman's new curves, having not seen her in some time, since she was an innocent young girl who imagination created the wonderland she knew. "Then again... Most of us have changed as well...

A deep silence, so thick it could be cut with a knife. As if it could suffocate you stood still in the arena not a person spoke. Then a single light shone through at the very center of the ring. There was a man, dressed entirely in a black suit, with a black top hat. "Greetings and Salutations everyone, and welcome to the Tournament of Millennium!" As he spoke, the area roared with cheers. This tournament was held in the world of spirits, and was held once every two hundred millennia. It was one of the spirits world's darkest Tournaments, one that would bring about the utter obliteration of any man who dared lose in its ring. There was no escape from it other than winning. Yet even so, the prize was far too great for anyone who had any strength to miss. This went for the heroes and villains of every world. The prize was always the person closest to them was given to the winner, or themselves if the fighter was a woman. Not to mention they would face utter obliteration, a true death if you will, where there is nothing left. There were few exceptions to this, One such exception being if the fighter possessed something of great value in the spirit world, weapons, abilities, that could be passed on to the winner. Normally these people lived on, as their soul became the power source of these things. One such person who had this exception was Toshiro Osorezu. This man possessed the three swords called 'Fate' Ningen, Akuma, Kami. Each one pointing out one of the three planes of existence, Human, Demon, and Gods realm. He was dubbed the strongest man in his home world, a place brought entirely of war, that never stopped. He wasn't even killed, at the end of the greatest battle in their world, he took his own life. Screaming he would savor the greatest battle for there shall never be another in that world, and there never was, because he was all that was left. Now he stood waiting for the call of the announcer. "Now ladies and Gentlemen, the hour is upon us! The time we begin our bloody conflict to find the next Kami of the Spirit world! Let us bring out our first two competitors! Coming from the north, a man so violent, so cruel, and so strong he was the last man living in his home world. Those of you who made it to the Preliminary's will know him well, Resident badass, and King Of The Hill! Toshiro Osorezu!" The crowed roared as Toshiro was called out, stepping into the light he seemed like no one was there. He didn't care about the crowd or what they wanted, he just wanted to continue fighting. "And coming from the south, this man saved A world from a dark Cloud Strife!" The announcer clearly made less note of Cloud People still cheered for him, but there were spots of people who could be seen didn't. Cloud came out tall and proud as if he had already won the games. This clearly annoyed Toshiro greatly he was far too cocky. The Announcer walked to the north heading for the north exit, he stopped next to Toshiro though. "If you will make sure you draw this out as long as you can, and make it as gore filled as you can." The announcer laughed only to feel a sudden pain. The Announcer's body sprayed blood before falling to the floor in chunks. Toshiro stood looking down at the pile from the corner of his eyes. The arena fell silent in awe of the carnage that had already occurred. Most Announcers were killed but so soon!? This was great! "No one gives me orders." Toshiro spoke breaking the silence, the crowd cheered as he flung a spray of blood across the arena floor. Cloud stared on horrified of this man, his power was for real, there was no sound when he cut him, not even a gurgle, and he cut him to pieces. Straight through bone and cartilage. Already he regretted joining already, even more so for being so cocky as to put Tifa as the prize! For her! He would give it all for her. Sweat poured from his body as Toshiro slowly walked towards him. His heart pounded, the smell of fear thick in the air, like a delectable dish. His fear overtook him, Cloud charged yelling, lifting his sword to strike but felt something hard hit his ribs. The sounds of his bones cracking rang like bells as he flew back, rolling on the ground before hitting the wall, which was a good distance away. "Four rips," Toshiro said, sounding quite bored. Lowering his foot, he resumed walking towards Cloud, a dark grin on his face. Cloud made it back to his feet with the help of his blade, bracing himself. He charged again, attacking Toshiro. Toshiro stood still, blocking each hit with his blade, the ground under him breaking down, deeper and deeper until it was two-foot deep hole. Toshiro moved his blade, flipping Cloud's to its side, stepping down and blocking Cloud from using his blade anymore. Another kick connected with Cloud's left arm, snapping it like a twig, sending him flying. As he flew, he opened his eyes to meet the sadistic face of Toshiro. His foot smashed his pelvis forcing him down to the ground making a hole where he hit. So many bones in his body broken. His jaw, arms and legs were the most noticeable broken parts. Toshiro's blade pressed lightly against his knee, and began to cut all along his body lightly shallow cuts, just to cause pain. Toshiro continued this to the point Cloud lay there crying and jabbering with his broken jaw. Toshiro grinned at him, sheathing his current sword in replacement of Akuma. "Dark as night, a sword of endless blight, torture this man, kill him slow, and show him fear, rend his flesh, tear his soul, send him to oblivion knowing pain!" Toshiro laughed piercing his heart, pulling out a dark matter came along, it was the soul of his soul, the whails of pain echoed through out as the soul was slowly torn to pieces. Toshiro walked back to the north exit, with a bored look on his face. As he got to the exit Cloud's body exploded into millions of tiny pieces, blood rained down on the fans, only to get the crowd cheering even harder, every other competitor who was there made as much room for him to walk as possible. They were all glad they were not in his starting bracket. Toshiro just began laughing out of no where, for no apparent reason. But those who had fought in war knew that laugh, 'Blood lust'. He had slightly sated his thirst. Toshiro made his way back to the reward desk, hoping it was something useful, like some sort of weapon or item that made him stronger.

She was right there when the fight began. Right there when the love of his life was mutilated. Tortured to death in ways unbefitting of a man who saved a world. It was a macabre sight, one that would leave any woman crying. Tifa did feel a sting in her heart, but for whatever sick twisted reason, it wasn't sorrow. It was...disgust. Disgust at Cloud's powerlessness. At his weakness and foolishness. Cloud to this day never really looked at her in a way that she deserves, instead using her as a replacement for the flat-chested older girl who haunts his dream every night. "Your partner is dead, now you belong to that man now." Tifa looked up to the man in the reward desk with an empty expression. She stayed silent for a few seconds, then the girl licked her lips and practically purred. "I'd be his even if the rule didn't say so." She winked. She can feel it inside her, a lust burning so strong, Cloud is but a distant memory. Toshiro evoked a primal desire within her, and undoubtedly any woman who wanted to be with the 'alpha male'. He was so powerful, so savage...she wondered how brutal he will be in bed. And what counts was never the size of the sword. When he strode into the room, Tifa melted. He was a god, a bloody, sexy god of war, and it took her all not to get down on her knees and suck him off right there and then. "Im your prize," she declared proudly, as if it were a big honor to be his prize. "Would you like to...open your prize right now?" She whispered, pushing up against him, smooth silky hands caressing his chest lovingly. "I love how you murdered my boyfriend..its such a turn on..

Kratos smiled as he lay in his bed. The portal he had found had brought so many interesting new playthings to his disposal. He had ventured to many new worlds and kidnapped many various women. He brought them here and trained them to be his slaves, and most were obedient. Only a few still fought, but he didn't mind; after all, he enjoyed a challenge as the God of War well should. He rose and walked out of his room, wearing his tattered tunic and, of course, his blades attached to his arms. He smiled as he observed his many slaves around his throne room, each chained to a pedestal that connected to a collar firmly around their necks.

The girls, all powerful heroes in their own right, crawled towards their god. Yoruichi wrapped her arms around Kratos's powerfully muscled thighs. "My lord... perhaps you would like to fuck all of us today?" she asked. Tifa wrapped her hands around the god's cock and began stroking, marveling at its godly size. Sakura didn't even wait, taking his balls into her mouth while Orihime took the other one. All the girls started to gather around him, each one wanting a ride on the powerfully thick shaft that had conquered them, and made them forget about their loved ones.

You actually expect me to stay overnight at some supposed haunted town for only a hundred and fifty bucks?" Aimee Jade James mumbled, looking from the television set to Kelly, her best friend. They were college students, halfway through their sophomore year. Aimee Jade was nineteen, Kelly was twenty. They became best friends the second they came to this school, having been put in the same dorm room in freshman year. At first they hated each other, but by the end of first semester they had already planned to room together for the rest of their college experience. At the moment, they were lounging in their dorm room, 409. Two other people were in the room; Kelly's boyfriend Sean was sitting on Kelly's lap not really paying attention to anything but the television. Matthew, one of Sean's best friends, was sitting on the floor leaning against Aimee Jade's bed, his glance shifting from each person in the room to the television as well. On the television was a news report of Silent Hill. Another child, approximately ten years old, went missing. These missing child reports were starting to get overbearing. There was never any hint as to where they went. It was like they had disappeared into thin air. This is what gave the town of Silent Hill its reputation; the haunted town. Of course, to each their own beliefs and, quite frankly, Aimee Jade didn't believe in any of it, even though the town began to plague her dreams. In fact, the other day while sitting in class she had some sort of flashback to a fiery pit in Silent Hill and she had to excuse herself from a test just to calm down. It was as if she'd been to Silent Hill before, and it was calling for her to come back. But that wasn't possible! She could remember almost her whole life perfectly, there was nothing to connect her to Silent Hill?right? But then again, her mind was fuzzy when it came to her birth all the way up to when she was about five. Most people at least remember certain things from when they were that young. Sean cleared his throat, as if trying to get everybody's attention. "You don't think you're worth a hundred and fifty?" he said, grinning at Matthew. "Well, not to Matt you're not. You're worth billions." Sean laughed as Matthew grabbed a small stuffed plush that had fallen from Aimee Jade's bed and threw it at the boy, grunting. "Yo, shut up man. I'm not, like, in love with her," he rolled his eyes and slunk down a bit. It was obvious that both Aimee Jade and Matthew had some feelings towards each other that they had been dancing around ever since they met. "Hey, how about this; Each of us give you like two hundred if you spend the night there?" Kelly practically interrupted him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! If that's the case, she's getting six hundred! I think it should be two hundred a night. If you're willing to spend this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in Silent Hill, alone, then you'll get six hundred big ones." Aimee Jade just rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever. I get to waste a nice weekend in some ghost town. But at least I get a good amount of cash out of it." She chuckled. "Maybe once I come back alive, you guys will finally realize that Silent Hill is just an empty town, nothing more." So that was it. For $600, Aimee Jade was going to spend the weekend in Silent Hill. Thinking nothing but money would come of it, Aimee Jade prepared for a boring weekend. She'd need a flashlight, her iPod, her cell phone, and of course some food. Throwing the contents, along with a small throw blanket, into a bag, she got ready to go and squeezed into Sean's small car as he drove the four of them to Silent Hill. It was a long drive, about six hours, and for over half of that time each person took their turn in trying to scare Aimee Jade. "You'll die," they'd go on saying, but Aimee Jade didn't back down. It wasn't that they were scared for Aimee Jade's life, it was that they didn't want to have to give her so much money! Finally arriving in Silent Hill, Matthew, Sean, and Kelly dropped Aimee Jade off. "We'll be back here early Monday morning at around six to pick you up so you don't miss any of your classes. If you need anything, just give us a call. But remember, if you bail out, you're not getting any money!" Each of them took the time to give Aimee Jade a hug, and then they left, leaving Aimee Jade alone in Silent Hill. The sun was high in the sky as Aimee Jade walked around. The backpack on her back seemed very heavy, and the long drive had worn her out. At this point, she wanted to find maybe a rundown motel or an empty house and set up camp for the weekend. She should be able to make herself at least somewhat comfortably for the duration of her stay. So when she finally stumbled upon a large hotel she went in and opened the heavy door, which in turn creaked back at her as if to warn her to stay away.

As they drove into town, there seemed to be only a light fog. However, as soon as the others drove away, the fog seemed to thicken a bit, though the changes were subtle. She probably wouldn't even notice until she finished setting up camp. As she walked into the lobby, she noticed that the place seemed to be a bit run down. There were a few pieces of debris on the floor from where a small section of the ceiling had collapsed, but it actually let in more light than the windows had provided. The hotel room had two floors, and from the looks of it, the second floor had the same layout as the first. There was a single hallway (on both floors), which led her to the hotel rooms, the only source of light being the window at the very end of it. But she had only a second to look around before she could hear the creaking of floorboards coming from the second floor. Someone, or something, was with her.

Harry was home, well, what he considered to be home. The small brunette had just stepped off the Hogwarts Express and his heart felt as though it could just explode with happiness. The smell of the forest, the looming castle ahead, the Forbidden Forest's strange noises, they all made him feel welcomed and comforted, like a home should. His real home, number four Privet Drive, made him feel quite the opposite, like he was a prisoner and was quite the large burden upon the Dursley's. 'Thank God I'm out of that wretched place for the next few months.' He thought to himself as he adjusted his school robes before finally entering the Great Hall, a grin spreading across his delicate face. This was it, this was the place he had longed for the whole summer, the place he had been dying to get back to; a place where he went without judgment for the most part, the place where he could cast spells, the place where his friends were. Speaking of his friends, how could they abandon him on the train like that? He had just gone to the bathroom and when he returned they were already on their way up to the castle. He looked down the Gryffindor table and spotted them, waving him over, and he hastily made his way to his seat next to Ron and directly across from Hermione. "Thanks for abandoning me you two, I never figured my two best friends would leave me on the train all alone." Ron rolled his eyes. "You were taking forever, Harry! What were we supposed to do? Miss the carriages?" "She's right, Harry," Ron said, chuckling as he chewed his food. "Like Ron so rudely said," the girl said, throwing the red head a dirty look as she wiped some food that had shot out from the male's open mouth off of her uniform, "you were taking forever. You must have had to walk here because we're sure we got the last carriage." A light tint of redness came to Harry's cheeks, it was true, he had taken quite the long piss in the bathroom, but it was no excuse for them to abandon him. "Yeah, I walked, but it was nice! And my piss wasn't that long, honestly, it was three minutes max." Hermione and Ron were about to retort, but then Dumbledore began to speak and everyone in the Great Hall knew it was time to shut their traps. Instead of staring at the great wizard in front of him though, his eyes wandered about the Great Hall, looking at all the people. He could tell all the first years were scared shitless, their cheeks still pudgy and they were practically shaking with excitement or nervousness. His eyes wandered to the Slytherin table, noticing Draco with a smug look on his face as he ignored Dumbledore's speech, trying hard to look rebellious. Next was the Ravenclaw table, all of them with their backs straight and staring at Dumbledore, all obviously listening intently; and then there was the Hufflepuff table, and Harry's green eyes stopped as his they fell upon a certain boy, the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory. His heart, even though he was entirely sure it was impossible, felt like it had expanded even more, excitement and happiness filling it. His brow furrowed a bit, what the hell was that all about?

Though part of him was listening to the Headmaster talk about the Tri Wizard Tournament, Cedric Diggory's attention was focused elsewhere. Having already read about the tournament in the Daily Prophet, Cedric knew about most of the details already and was mostly paying attention in order to hear how he might be able to be a part of the tournament. The rest of his attention was focused on someone it had often found itself in the previous two school years. Anybody who knew him well wouldn't have to ask what he was thinking about; they'd already know who was on his mind. Harry Potter. For quite some time, Cedric had known he was gay and though he'd had some discrete relationships amongst his fellow Hufflepuffs, only Harry Potter had ever inspired anything resembling what Cedric thought true love might feel like. The problem was that Harry himself had no idea how Cedric felt about him, and Cedric was quite frankly at a loss as to how to tell him. Many times he'd considered simply walking up to Harry and confessing his feelings but he thought that might be too forward, he certainly didn't want to scare Harry off. Watching Harry discretely out of the corner of his eye, Cedric ran his fingers through his auburn hair as he wondered if Harry was dating Ron or Hermione. Not for the first time, he pondered the idea that Harry might already be an item with one of his best friends and pushed the thought from his head. That would only make him crazy. "So how do I turn the Boy Who Loved into the Boy Who Loves Me?" Cedric thought to himself.

Fuck... fuck... fuck..." The Flaffy lady looked over as she held on to the rail on the big ship. This was her second day of traveling, and she should be on the island already. Looking back, she noticed the sailor staring at her, muttering something under his breath. Elizabeth gazed away, sighing. She didn't want to close her eyes, knowing that once she did, she would start remembering it all. But eventually, tiredness got the best of her, and the events began running through her mind. Elizabeth used to live in Saffron, working for an important company as a consultant. She had a fairly successful and happy life, but now and then, she'd go to the special salon to receive a shear. The cash she received for her wool was more than enough to have a nice lifestyle, but she craved for more - that sense of accomplishment. So she completed studies, but her boss never took her seriously. He should have... Two nights ago, Elizabeth had stayed late to finish up some reports, and he approached her. He was not bad looking, a tall imposing Leafeon, she found him handsome, but however, the advances he had towards his secretary and the other ladies in the office made her disgusted at times. That night was her turn. It seemed... He took the chance, pushing his chest against her back and in a swift move, he pinned her to the desk, asking her to stay quiet and cooperate if she wanted her raise. A bad, bad idea... Tears ran down her cheeks, Elizabeth sprang back to reality, gazing down at her purse, full with cash, and gazing further down, she noticed her dress still stained with blood. Her home, her car, belongings, everything, she sold away as soon as she could and got as little or as much as she could, it didn't mattered. She couldn't face the possibility of going to jail for killing her own boss. One third of her money, she gave to one of the sailors in the dock in exchange for taking her to the most secluded location, no questions asked, and keeping off the records. Finally, the ship hit the dock. Wide-eyed, she saw scantly clad islanders from all species approach the ship, but they seemed to be very civilized in their attitude and they seemed to speak the same language as her. A sailor came to inform her that she was finally in her destination. With a nod, she made her way down, giving everyone a noticeable tip for their help, and with that, as the islanders traded goods, several of them approached her. "Look, what a beautiful wool," one said. "She's so beautiful, and that soft silky wool," another added. "So pure, Lord Yervant will love it," a third chimed in. Finally, pushing through the crowd, a large female Flareon stood in front of Elizabeth. "You, outsider, what business do you have out of the ship?" Gulping, Elizabeth looked at the female Flareon, her muscles firmly tensed under her velvety fur. "Greetings Miss, my name is Elizabeth and I ... have come here to ask of your people to allow me to stay in the island... I.." "Well, look, young miss, normally we don't allow outsiders to waltz in just like that, but in your case... perhaps you could be of some use for us, however, if you decide to stay, there's no going back to mainland." "T-that's fine Miss, I would like to stay, if you want, I could give you all..." The Flareon glanced down in disdain as the Flaaffy opened her purse full of money. "Keep that stuff away," she said, "it is of no value to us, but for now, follow me." Nodding, Elizabeth followed the Flareon, as soon as they were away from view of the ship. The Flareon sighed, removing her improvised top and loincloth, beaming happily. "I hate it how we have to keep covered for those silly mainlanders..." Looking over, she gave a grin. "Look at you, you're sweating already! Why don't you take your clothes off as well?" Elizabeth looked at her, wide-eyed, shaking her head. "No way!" She chuckled, shaking her head and the two just kept walking off into the distance. Eventually, they reached the main temple on the island. The talk ceased, but Elizabeth was thankful; she was out of breath, the walk was long, and she had been quite surprised. None of the islanders seemed to be wearing clothes at all, save for one or another cloak and the rare loincloth, but yet, nobody seemed to mind. They all seemed so peaceful with each other. The rest of the evening went on with Elizabeth speaking with the rulers of the island, negotiating her stay. By the end of it, her head was pounding, but they had agreed to her terms and conditions. When she stepped out of the temple, her guardian would be waiting for her.

Lance had been about to go hunting when the flareon had entered his tent. He was a hunter, an arcanine, he was known as the strongest male hunter on the island. He had stood there naked as the flareon explained that a ship was coming in today. Understanding why he was interrupted from his morning hunt, he sighed as he pulled on the lioncloth and headed out to the dock. True, he knew his hunting partner, a very lovely and quite deadly Lopunny might be mad at him, but he knew he could endure her wrath. This was a big occasion; they rarely got ships and if some of the best warriors were not there, it was considered a danger. Lance stood there watching the lone Flaafy disembark before the ship left. He huffed a bit and he began to walk away, heading for the elder's hut as he saw that was where their new visitor was going. As soon as he could, he removed his loincloth and sighed as his massive cock was now exposed. He was one of the biggest males in the village, if not the biggest. Smiling, he headed to and stood right outside the elder's hut as she was led inside. He waited once again as he crossed his arms while he waited until one of the elders actually left the tent and told Lance of his new job. He was to be her guardian. Sighing, as he did not want to be some farmer and take care of a woll factory. But he nodded and respected the elders as he waited for the girl to leave and he gave a small nod as he looked at her "Come on now, it is time to get going home" he said as he turned and he began to walk away.

Rukia had finally found some time alone. Ichigo and his family had left the house, leaving her with some much-needed alone time. So here she was, lying in Ichigo's closet, slowly disrobing with a sly grin on her face. It had been weeks since she had had any time to herself, and she intended to make the most of it. First, Rukia pulled aside her shirt, nearly ripping off her bra to expose her small breasts. She squeezed them gently before pinching her nipples, sending a shiver through her body. After a few moments of that, Rukia lifted her skirt up, not having the time or patience to remove it, then quickly tugged her panties down, freeing her pussy and her lengthening cock. "That's it baby," she whispered, licking her lips as she reached down to start stroking her cock. As it grew longer and thicker, she moaned in pleasure. In its flaccid state, it was barely two inches long, easily hidden within her panties, but now it was growing and growing, finally reaching its full ten-inch length and one-inch thickness. "Oooooooh..." Using both hands, Rukia wrapped her fingers around it, starting to pump the length slowly, her loud groans of pleasure echoing through the empty house...or so she thought.

Ichigo had been hanging around with his school friends. But as usual, they got bored fairly quickly. Plus, with all of his secret Soul Reaper training, he just wanted to relax for a bit. As he walked home, he decided to try and scare her since she wouldn't expect him to be home for a few hours. He quietly opened his door and snuck upstairs. The house was dark, and he knew exactly where she would be. He could hear strange noises coming from his room, but he didn't know why. He crept closer and peeked inside. Rukiya was sitting on his bed, staring at something intently. She looked up when she heard him enter, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Ichigo!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing

I didn't fake my death. Someone killed me. But you should know I don't stay dead for long, sweetie. It seemed that the song playing was absolutely perfect for her mindset right about now, the Iceberg Lounge full of precious members of the Penguin's 'army', penguins waddling around and causing a general discomfort for those who actually wanted to go out on the dance floor and dance. Thankfully, the penguins were smart enough to stay out of the way and avoid such a place at all times. They knew better; Because in Ivy's point of perspective, she WOULD step on one of them. Taking a sip of her alcoholic drink, the cool taste slipped down her throat, licking her full lips gently to settle in the sweet taste, her periphials catching a man watching her. Evidently, she was catching attention without very much of an attempt to try. Her thick locks of red tucked away in a fedora, the woman's sunglasses covered a majority of her face, because believe it or not, it was hip to wear sunglasses inside; That was not her reason of course, but it didn't give her any odd stares. She could hear Oswald laughing only a few booths away from the bar, knowing he was enjoying the business that was coming in thanks to all these people in his club tonight. "She be like 'I be, I be, I be, on that money shit.'" Smiling softly at this lyric of the song, her eyes looked up from behind the sunglasses, one of the numerous icebergs shooting from the ceiling containing exactly what she needed. Oswald thought he was clever, hm? The heels of her shoes clicking softly as she stood up from her place at the bar, her eyes then focused on the man not so far from her, and whom had been giving her the eyes for some time. Her soft lips curling into a smile, the woman leaned forward and let her lips part softly, "Not in your life." With her words, her fingers gripped his face gently watching his eyes bulge slightly before rolling back into his head. Evidently, she still had it; Although she had to put a bit of force into it, and she could feel the something of a strain in it, she knew she still had it. Having only been alive for less than a day, and already she was planning things like the true woman she was, her mind working around just who in the world had taken the time to try and off her, however there was nothing like going off one by one and finding who did it. She knew it wasn't that wretched Bat. Although he was a hero, he was more fond of having her tossed into that worthless Asylum, and considerably, she hadn't done anything bad before she died. The man falling to the ground, unheard to those in the lounge as she moved through the people on the dance floor, looking up only once to find vines slipping through the cracks in the ice above them; Thieving woman, she was. She might as well get herself a little money in this as well, hm? Black and white vertical striped suit pants over her lower half, a black suit jacket was loose on her upper half, giving the person in front of her an occasional peek to see that she was wearing nothing but a dark green silky bra that had taken the dare to hold her at least D cup. A smirk on her lips as she moved through the dancing people and around the pain in her arse penguins, a flower was pulled from her pocket, full in blossom as she stopped in front of one of the Penguin's actual human guards, tossing the flower into the Penguin's drink. Her lips pressing against the man's, her hand gripped his jawline, smirking into the kiss that was evidently unexpected, the woman pulled away, her back to the table as the guard dropped to the ground, "What in the he-" "Find who killed me Oswald. Or you're next on my kiss and kill list." She spoke, pulling the hat off her head and letting her hair fall, tossing the hat back and shifting through the crowd as he sent his penguins in an angry search for her. "FIND her!" But surprisingly, he wouldn't find her. He, nor his worthless penguins would. Faithfully, Ivy had made her way calmly out of the club and disappeared within the park, the flower she had left only blooming at this time of year in a certain place in the park; However, she knew for a fact that Oswald didn't know that.

Scarecrow...scary-eyed Joe...scaring all the birds away. Johnathan Crane had been watching, and he'd slipped out of the bar very quickly to follow Ivy moving down the street now. He knew her, and was for some reason the only person who ever got away with calling her "Pam" or "Pammy," short for Pamela from her days before she became Poison Ivy. It was something strange, but he didn't abuse the privilege by doing it in front of others. He'd helped her with some of her toxins, but one he hadn't asked permission about had a very bizarre side effect on him, and he hadn't meant for it to happen. It was only after he learned she had been killed that he found that the adrenaline in his blood activated the side effect...or perhaps he should say side effects. He had always been lanky and gangly, and it made him unattractive to women.. but something happened. All of his years exposed to natrual chemicals and extracts, combined with his exposure to Ivy in the times he helped her had caused it. His body went from gangly and awkward to lithely muscular like some of the dancers he admired. He was toned but not bulging, and his bones were now reinforced at the joints for greater strength and grace of movement. It also had caused growth, putting him at least another two inches taller than her, making his height slightly more than half a foot over her. The growth also was in his manhood, a growth spurt that his years of introversion had suppressed and was awakened at his rage at her death. His assistants, both male and female, stayed at arms length while his anger and transformation lasted. His anger merely subsided, but the "improvements" to his body made him not unrecognizable, rather it gave the appearance that he actually filled out his own body and made him much more like a real man. When one of Ivy's henchmen who had guessed at Crane's desire for his "employer" called him, he had to come and see for himself. He had taken the time to snag a stash of gems for himself from where he guessed that the Fat Fowl hid them, all of them totally stolen and nothing the Bird would dare write on an insurance claim. They would need a lot of funds to get revenge. As he followed his Ivy, he wanted to help her. He suspected who had killed her, as only three of the villains in Gotham had stayed behind at the meeting and all were mad enough to try it. He moved with a surprising amount of grace as she moved to the park. He and she had a bond, something that set the both of them apart from the rest of them. He watched closer, having been able in the months to learn better skill and hiding and following. When she was where he knew she would go, he came out of hiding, his costume fedora on his head. "Pam... I want to help you." Her green eyes.. her reddish hair that almost looked auburn... her lovely supple and tone skin... he wanted her already, but he had the discipline not to act yet.. not till she saw how she made him better and more useful to her as more than just help.

Why do these holy places always seem so creepy?" Aerith asked, feeling the cool, dank air of the cave. It didn't answer, not that she'd been expecting much. Sighing, she rubbed her arms, wishing that her short red jacket reached down to cover them entirely. For that matter, she wished that she was certain that her materia wouldn't have any adverse effects to the cave's natural defenses. Casting fire sounded like quite a good idea at this point. The girl hefted her staff, using it to walk over the various rocks and crannies. Her rough brown boots made the going easier at least, and she'd unbuttoned her ankle-length dress just enough to allow freedom of movement. Still, it wasn't as easy as she would have liked. Especially without Cloud here,she thought to herself, frowning at a wall. She'd thought she'd finally been ready for him, back at the Golden Saucer. She'd put on a sexy pair of underwear that she'd blushingly purchased at a store, and then nearly jumped Cloud after their date. Instead of ravishing her, however, he seemed unable to do much of anything. He hadn't even seemed to really care that she'd gone through the effort. They certainly hadn't consummated anything. "I can worry about that later," muttered Aerith. She tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind an ear, and stepped through another doorway. There, resting on a pedestal, was what they'd traveled all this way to find: summoning materia. The girl grinned, hurrying over to snatch it and apply it to her arm guard. Once it was in place, she immediately summoned the creature, stepping back to watch the fireworks.

The fireworks never came. The appearance of the beast was heralded by a much subtler display, as the leaves on the floor of the temple suddenly dried and turned red in appearance. The forest went still, and the immediate surroundings noticeably changed, like the season was suddenly turning into autumn, preparing for the coming of the one summon beast that had power over the forests. He was a primordial creature of unlimited power and lust. The autumn king, people called him. First, the leaves swirled and formed a small vortex, and in the middle of it, a supremely commanding figure with a masculine body so flawlessly shaped, it seemed like he was carved from polished wood stood. Long red mane of wild hair crowned his features, as did two seemingly unbreakable antlers. He smirked at the girl in front of him right now, recognizing her as his summoner. Yet unlike other beasts, this one wasn't a mindless drone. He had been known as a lustful beast, taking and ravaging his female summoners throughout history. In fact, many would-be summoners sought him out for this very reason. After all, what woman could resist the temptation of riding a veritable god? "What's your name...Female?" He asked with deep rumbling voice. Eyes shamelessly undressing her in his mind, large hands, twice the size of Aeris's own began caressing her sides.

Camelot was cold. Merlin woke up shivering under the thin material of his blanket and blinked up at the ceiling, residual images from his dreams still burning in his retina, and an unmistakable voice echoing in his ears - no, echoing in his mind, like an insistent tug inside of his skull. Merlin. The warlock scowled; it had been five days since he had tried to trade his own life to save Arthur's, five days since his mother had stumbled to the doorstep covered in sores and blisters and dying in his arms, and five days since he had lost his temper with the dragon for his deceit. Sitting up, Merlin pulled absently at the fraying stitching of his bed linens; of course, Gaius now knew that he had been going to the dungeons regularly to speak to the dragon, and once the old physician had regained his strength after the ordeal with Nimueh, he had made sure to catch Merlin upside the head with a scroll for it. Merlin wasn't so sure that he had deserved it; after all, how was he supposed to know that dragons did that sort of thing for fun? "It's not like there's a guide to this sort of thing." Merlin had protested, and Gaius' eyebrows had made an impressive journey in opposite directions, with one at mid-forehead and the other obscuring the eye entirely - and then he had dropped a massive tome down onto the table in front of him. It was the kind of book that was so large that it tended to collect dust while being read, and by the time one was finished, the first half was obscured by cobwebs. "Yes there is." Gaius had replied casually, while Merlin peered at the spot between the book at the table, certain that there had been a candlestick there moments ago and wondering if it had been flattened completely. Gaius had made him read the whole thing - in fact, he was still reading it and could safely say that his knowledge of Magical and Mythological Creatures was now par none. He rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyes to fight off the grogginess. Merlin. He gritted his teeth and ignored it just the way he had done the last few days; every night and every morning, he would be woken up by the sound of the dragon calling to him, calling for him. If he paid attention to it, Merlin was sure that he could almost hear a note of worry, perhaps concern that he might live up to his angry promise to insure the dragon was never released from his dungeon prison. Of course, he wasn't certain he could prevent it either, but he could bluff for now, couldn't he? The dragon hadn't got out so far, after all - it wasn't so farfetched. But the important part, Merlin decided, was that everyone was fine and no one's suspicions had been aroused. Arthur had survived thanks to the physician's miracle medical 'tincture', his mother had been saved by Gaius' selflessness, and Gaius had been saved because of Nimueh's sacrifice. Occasionally Merlin winced when he thought about the look that Nimueh had given him and the confidence that had been in her eyes - she had been so certain that he was like her, that he should have somehow fallen into alignment with her twisted Old Religion. Somehow, she had been so sure. But he hadn't been thinking about all of the implications of it at the time, his eyes had kept drifting to the unmoving figure by the stone altar, the familiar blue robes and thinning white hair of his friend. Right then, all Merlin had been able to think about was Gaius, about getting to Gaius as though he might somehow be able to bring him back from death if he could just be near him - so maybe he hadn't been thinking clearly. Maybe he had lost focus. Maybe he should have learned a stronger spell. He touched absently at the bandaging across his torso; it had been a searing, plate-sized burn, and Nimueh must have been under the impression it had finished him - in fact, for a moment Merlin had thought the same thing - but his legs had worked of their own accord and he'd found himself on his feet again. Even several days after the fact, Merlin wasn't certain what he had done, but it had been as though someone had turned off all of the light in his world and had left him standing in a vast black space - nothing had existed there, save for a strange surge that had crept through him, cold and promising. And he couldn't deny the feeling of power that had rushed through him either; the clouds had gathered and the sky had roiled and obeyed him as he took what the dark had offered and he had watched Nimueh dissappear in a violent burst of electricity that had left bits of her scattered across the grass. Initially he had felt nothing for what he had just done because he had made a desperate lunge for Gaius before the smoke had even cleared, and he'd pulled the old man into his arms with a desperation he couldn't recall feeling before. For a painfully long moment, Gaius was dead and nothing in the world could have soothed the sharp agony that Merlin had felt for the loss. And conversely, nothing could have matched his joy when Gaius began to breathe again, and they ended up laughing like idiots in the rainstorm, struck by the insanity of it all and the thrill of having survived it. It wasn't until later, when things had settled down and they had gotten their stories straight, that the gravity of the situation had finally hit him. He had sat carefully on his bed and considered what he had done, and while he was aware that his choices had been limited - well, he had killed her, hadn't he? In fact, not just Nimueh - he had been in Camelot for only a short time, scarcely a year serving as Arthur's manservant, and in that time he had ended the lives of four people. Directly, at least. Of course, all of them had been trying to kill Arthur, so at least there was that, but the knowledge that he had taken lives would occasionally sneak up on Merlin and blindside him at some ungodly hour, leave him shaken to his core. He had gone from being a farmhand in a tiny, distant village, barely able to figure out the functions of a world that consisted of a few dozen people, to being the Prince's personal servant and barely skirting death on a regular basis. Gaius cleared his throat, startling Merlin out of his thoughts. "Merlin?" Merlin let out a noise of frustration, "Will you shut up!" he hissed out, and then opened his eyes and nearly scurried back against the headboard because Gaius was standing at the foot of his bed, accosting him with a grizzled eyebrow. There was a stretch of silence, and then Merlin added, while pulling on a shirt, "Not - not you." Slowly and with great purpose, Gaius turned his head left, turned his head right, turned in a full circle to survey the room, and then turned back to Merlin and rose the offending eyebrow to nearly hairline. "I see," Gaius said finally; for a moment he looked as though he might probe further, but he shook it off as he tended to do with the boy, "Breakfast is ready, Merlin, but at the rate you're going, you won't have time to eat - the Prince wants to see you." Of course he did; now that a few days had passed, Arthur had recovered enough to be on his feet - though his colour was still a sickly sort of pallor - he refused to hold still long enough to completely heal. He couldn't appear weak, after all - and especially not to his father. Merlin stood and grimaced as the burnt skin pulled and twinged, but he fixed Gaius with one of his bright smiles, "Well, he can wait a few more minutes, can't he?" Merlin said, "After all, if it were an emergency -" The eyebrow wiggled, and Merlin faltered, "He's standing in the other room right now, isn't he?" Merlin asked sourly, and Arthur's blonde head popped in, eyes shifting around the room before focusing on him; he scowled at the warlock like the spoiled brat he was. "Last I checked," Arthur said haughtily, "You are my servant, and therefore you are to come when I order, not when every you feel like it." "I see you're feeling better." Merlin said. "I've been better for days, you might have noticed if you'd been around to do your job." Arthur replied snippily; it was an exaggeration, of course - Merlin had been around, but he had gone a bit slower than he normally would have on account of the injury. An injury that, fortunately or not, no one but Gaius knew about - after all, it was difficult to explain that sort of thing because Merlin knew that any mention of sorcery meant risking his head lobbed off. Ultimately, he much preferred dealing with the Prince's ribbings and a bit of pain over explaining to him - or worse, the king - why he couldn't do his job. He ended up going without breakfast - he supposed it was his own fault for sleeping late - and he trailed along beside Arthur, only half-listening to the prince's airy insults as they moved towards the castle together. Merlin. "No more than usual," Merlin countered poorly, and Arthur raised one fine eyebrow at him. "Anyways," Arthur said, "I had been told that the source of my healing was a 'tincture,'" he finished, struggling with the word, "from some sort of plant." Arthur struggled with the word, his aristocratic face twisting with the difficulty, "Er," Merlin said, unclear on how he was meant to respond, so he just said: "Yes." "And this was some sort of miracle cure - some ancient remedy, was it?" Arthur continued, and Merlin realized that the prince was staring at him as they walked. "How did you manage to conjure it?" Arthur asked seriously, and the wording drained some of the blood from Merlin's face - which the prince was continuing to inspect, unblinking. "I got lucky," Merlin finally got out, and Arthur's jaw shifted, lips pursed slightly; for an instant, something like anger seemed to flicker over the prince's face, but it was quickly replaced by his usual cocky expression. "That would have to be it," Arthur said arrogantly, walking with swagger as they moved up the staircase. Merlin paused for an instant, raising his eyebrows. "Yes, sire," Merlin said finally, and trailed after him.

Bony, white, every knuckle distinct under ropey skin, fingers like claws and like a line of hideous, chalky pearls. A long curve of blood, scarlet on old ochre, the smell of metal and gore mixing with the burnt air. The child was screaming, gurgling, fighting, but the old hag held on, white claws digging into the flesh of rosy, plump cheeks to muffle the screams, the dull knife working at the neck. The knife was its own monster, an extension of the crone and apart from her, rusted over orange and caked with a darker brown, the same color on the old stone altar, the same color that crusted along ancient, carved ridges in the surface. Years and years ago, before men like Uther Pendragon swept in and tried to girdle the Old Religion, this place had seen use. That blood, layered up over more years than the Roman Empire had existed, spoke of eons of sacrifice. There were, however, no priests or priestesses here to watch over the act, just one old woman and one little boy. The child had stopped struggling now, just the barest dribble of blood oozing out over the metal. He couldn't have been more than four, just barely past the age where children were expected to survive and parents started thinking them of real members of the family that would stay with them for a long time. His dull blonde hair, the color of dirty wheat and dirty children, matted up where it touched the blood, darkening, just like her own shockingly white hair. The old woman stuck the knife deeper into skin, going after blood like dragging teeth along the skin of fruit for the last slivers of flesh, then dropped the child. His body fell, limp, a broken toy, garbage at the foot of the altar. Her first act would be to properly dispose of it, rites must be observed, but she was not yet a priestess. Soon. So very soon. The magic called to her, more beautiful than birdsong and more insistent than a baby's cry, familiar and silky and dark like a lover's voice from bed. Power. Power should not be left alone. That nasty boy who had killed the last priestess, he had orphaned this island, attempted to disrupt a long line of magic and women that stretched back, weaving with the blood of the altar over years and years. Her second act, then, would be proper revenge for the old priestess. There were precious few of them around, even if she had gone mad at the end. But who wouldn't, with a mad king killing off everything that sneezed sparks? It was so lonely. She understood loneliness. She understood madness too, but she was beyond that. Skeletal fingers smeared with blood reached out over the altar as her reedy voice sang an incantation older than even the idea of kings and war. Her voice rose with the wind that had picked up, unnatural for this time of day even on an island. The air took on that same burning smell, the one she had come across at first, and for a moment, she was afraid. But there was so much to gain, so little to lose, and after a life the magic owed her. There were rules, and every one of them had a greater price for disobeying than any method Pendragon could employ. They went above petty, human morality. Men liked to think that children were special, that they should be protected and fostered. And today, this child was. The old hag covered her face, the alter glowing too bright with a blue flame for her to keep her eyes on it. The spell was finished. Long strands of words had been woven, died with the child's blood, and even if she couldn't take up the previous priestess' position, she would have gotten something in return. There was the 'whoosh' of the fire being killed, then the wind died down suddenly, leaving behind a heavy silence. The woman stayed still, her dark brown robes and black hair settling around her, flayed of the dust of travel. For a moment, everything was still, unnaturally so, then the woman dropped her smooth, bloodied hands, shaking. And, for the price of a child, everything was right again. And if Arthur had died? If Gaius hadn't come through, and his only son had simply withered away and died, Uther would have too. There would have been no crown prince and no king because Arthur was his life in a way even Igraine hadn't been. So he stared, drinking in the sight of Arthur laughing and smiling and flirting horribly with Morgana, because less than a week ago his boy had been lying in bed, sweating and pale. His heartbeat had been so soft, his breathing laboured, and Gaius had prepared him for dying. "To make him comfortable, sire." The words echoed in his head, unable to be drowned out by noise and wine, and even that ridiculous red feather on Merlin's head. Merlin. There was something not quite right about the boy. No. That was his paranoid mind talking. There was something fantastic about the boy, the way he looked at Arthur, the amazing loyalty. The way Gaius fawned over him, when the old man was just as wounded in trust as he was. Where had he gone when Arthur was ill? Uther hadn't thought to question it; after all, his life, his very heart, had been laying on his deathbed. When the king blinked, he could still see the little pricks of candlelight, the vigil, to guide Arthur's soul away from his suffering body and into Paradise. Away from his father, who needed him more than angels did. But again, he'd been distracted. Where had Merlin gone? And why had, when he disappeared and returned again, Arthur woken up? Uther didn't believe in miracles, but he had been willing to accept just that one, just like Arthur's birth. That thought made him sit up a little straighter in his chair. Like Arthur's birth. That hadn't been a miracle. That had been... betrayal. A bargain he hadn't expected, a contract he wasn't fully given notice of. No, there weren't miracles. Something had happened. Gaius had suddenly produced a cure, out of thin air, when he had been preparing his king for the worst. Uther turned his head slightly, taking in the boy at the sides. He managed, somehow, to not stand out horribly, even with that silly feather that made him look more like some damaged bird of idiocy than a manservant. Morgana's was there as well, the orphan whose father he had... Fool. Tonight was not a night to reflect on every mistake he had made in his life. Consorting with Nimueh and nearly losing Arthur were enough. His face was thoughtful as he considered the boy. He was attractive, in pieces. It was simply a matter of presentation, like several good fruits that simply did not go together. The ears, of course, were ridiculous and Uther knew very well they did nothing for his hearing. The hair was a common black, boring, nothing special and he certainly did nothing with it. He was tall, but not attractively so; he never seemed to have filled out like most boys did, keeping the awkward, gangly limbs of adolescence. And he seemed to have no more brain than he did muscle. All and all, he was not a remarkable child. But there was something. Something that, once Uther caught sight of him, made him want to keep looking. It might have been, of course, too much wine, not enough sleep or food, and simple joy for anyone that was even tangentially related to his son's recovery (after all, he had wanted to kiss the woman who had brought fresh linens into the boy's room right after he had woken up). This was something different. The boy, made of pieces that didn't fit well together but were highlighted by that extraordinary loyalty. He had lovely eyes. Uther remembered that as he rested his chin on a gloved hand thoughtfully, his grey hair glinting gold and red in the happy, festive colors of the feast, the crown, as ever, sitting straight. When he had commanded his son's care into Merlin's hands, the boy had shown intelligence there and the love of a good man for his liege. Not Uther, but Arthur. He had meant to call him, to thank him, but he had forgotten after that all. And now he was being reminded of him. Perhaps Merlin had more involvement in his son's miraculous recovery than Gaius was letting on. But why? Gaius would not take credit for another man's work; his place in Uther's castle was established, especially after that nasty episode with the burned boy. And hadn't Merlin been involved there. He remembered, very vaguely, touch of hands that weren't dry and lined, a soft voice. Pieces. A lot of little pieces, none of which made sense or were even distinguished apart (save for that shining jewel of loyalty), but together, they... Well, there was something to be said for the whole. Something indeed. Morgana was still playing with her food, playing with Arthur and he was free to examine the serving boy. The way he met his eyes. He remembered that, too, when he had lied for Arthur. Uther had chalked it up to a rather nasty hit on the head or some high fever, but not after all this. Both Morgana and Arthur seemed to like the lad. They'd even run off to help him, hadn't they? There was something very curious about a boy that had managed to wiggle his way into the hearts of his son, his ward and his closest friend. That love should have stuck out like that ridiculous red feather. Why hadn't he noticed before?

The dripping, dank tomb was certainly uninviting. The whole place stank like death and mildew, with just the hint of rotting flesh. It made Cassandra want to empty the contents of her stomach in a corner. For now though, the Grecian warrioress simply tightened her grip on her weapon as she cautiously went deeper into the dark depths. She'd started questing to find her sister, and soon found herself caught in the great battle for the legendary sword. The local village had mentioned that a great weapon lay in the depths of this tomb, and Cassandra intended to make it hers. Something squelched under Cassandra's foot, causing her to pause. Grimacing, she leaned over and began using her sword to scrape at the goo that had gathered under her boot. "This is just gross," she muttered, her concentration focused on relieving her white boot of the greenish slime that had somehow found its way there. Her weapon and guard were down, but as she hadn't seen or heard anything since entering, surely it would be alright.

The tomb offered little more than darkness and death to those who ventured into it without knowing all its twists and turns. However, it was also rumored that Lizardmen used the tomb as their home. And it just so happened that there were eyes on Cassandra watching her as she dealt with the goo that had gotten onto her boots. Two of the Lizardmen looked at each other before circling around her; one would have been in front of her and above, while the second would have been behind her. When they thought it was time, they both rushed Cassandra to knock her down and pin her down using their weight. In their minds, the girl was nothing more than the next meal, but they both knew that if they didn't bring her before the leader first, they would be in trouble.

Leon! Leon! Where are you, Leon!" Ashley yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. She continued to stroll through the desolate grounds, her eyes scanning every corner for signs of life. The entire place looked horrible, infested by God knows what. She'd already had to run from several nasty-looking creatures with tentacles for heads or hulking bodies. Who would actually do something like that to themselves? Well, apparently the same kind of people who would kidnap her and drag her all the way out here. Thankfully Leon had arrived. He'd also gone off to find something and left Ashley where it was "safe." She didn't think that any where in this entire area would qualify for that, and she'd told him so. But he'd just told her to stay. So naturally she began looking for him. The girl strolled through the mist, her long, leather boots clomping noisily against the uneven ground. At least she managed not to get her short plaid skirt snagged. She let out a sigh of frustration, tossing her short cropped yellow hair. "Leon, why did you have to go off and leave me alone?

It was the noise that ended up being dangerous. With the cloying mist blanketing the area so that no one could see more than a few feet, nothing was going to see Ashley. However, her shouts sounded out easily in the mist, calling out not only to Leon but to everything else that filled the area. So the figures began to move, gathering around her, dirty hands clenching on various farm tools turned into weapons. The figures were just barely visible in the mist now, mist trailing around their bodies, hiding away all details of their body. They loomed up out of the mist as dark shapes for now, but they were on every side of the blonde-haired woman. Low mumbling filled the air, Spanish words shooting over Ashley's head, gibberish to her but directing their movements surrounding her.

Under the cover of night, she took towards the city rooftops. Landing solidly on the roof of New York's police department, she was determined to get results tonight. After days of searching and getting nowhere, she had to go back and retrace her steps. She started at the campus grounds biology labs. Michael had clearly been doing some strange things. He had mentioned how his progress on genetic diseases was coming along, hoping to develop a cure for certain diseases. His experiments with bats were illegal, but he had hoped they would help. They had been friends for years, and recently started dating, so when he disappeared, she was the first to worry. This was more than just bad luck; it had been half a year since she crawled back into the cat suit. As Felicia, she was a young woman of prestige, but sometimes a girl has to get results another way. Crawling down the side of the window, her sharp blue orbs peered into the darkness of the chief's office. Slowly opening the window, she slipped in. Rummaging through the file cabinet, she began to look for any files that might lead to Michael's whereabouts. Homicides, witness reports - anything. "Come on... something's got to be here." She huffed.

Michael watched the people below, moving like the ants they were. He crouched on the ledge of an apartment building as he waited for his prey. He was hungry, so very hungry, and if this was what he had to do to get rid of the hunger then so be it. Now he only moved at night, like a hunter in the jungle, a concrete jungle. He had only killed a few times before but he became quite good at it. He had his eyes set on a pretty young thing, no doubt going to meet her friends at a club downtown. She was sure dressed for it anyway. He licked his lips as he watched her move, her hips swaying with each step. He had tried to help people, people like her, but no one knew. And for what? To become a monster? He deserved to live too after all he had sacrificed. He stood up and leaped, gone like a flash, reappearing on the next rooftop. Where was the fun in just killing her? He could hear her footsteps coming closer now. It was time to play.

Private. His name is Takuma Oddo. None of his students call him by his first name. He isn't an old teacher; he looks to be in his mid-20s with black hair that dances just past his eyes with the slightest movement. Looking up at the clock on the wall of his classroom, he stretches out his arms as the bell goes off to signal the end of the school day. The weekend is finally here! How will he spend the next few days? He could mark the homework or invite his favorite student over for a few drinks, known officially as "study help." But there are only two people who know what really happens during "study help," and it's not what you think. With all the students leaving the classroom, he smirks as Yumi is still sitting at her desk, the last one to leave as usual. He can sit and look at her all day, admiring that cute face of hers, the way she would smile back at him when no one else was looking. Oh, how did he get caught up with someone so complicated as Yumi? He wishes he knew the answer to that one. "Yumi... aren't you going home? School's finished.

As usual, Yumi was very slow in putting her books back into her bag, taking her time as the other students flooded out of the classroom, glad that the school day was over. When her teacher spoke to her, she looked up at him with a smile before standing up. "School may be over, but I'm not going home anytime soon," she said playfully before standing up, grabbing her bag, and walking up to him. Her golden eyes shimmered with mischief as she smiled at him. Mr. Oddo had no idea just how complicated her life was. With her Sailor Mars alter ego, Yumi made sure to keep that a secret, even from him. If any villain found out about her real identity and used people close to her as hostages or something like that, it could be disastrous. Grinning up at him, Yumi wrapped her arms around his neck, "Unless...you want me to..." she whispered softly, tracing a finger down his jawline.

It was a bright spring morning in the peaceful little town of Pallet Town, in the region of Kanto. Today the town assumed its usual pace, one that was very slow and relaxed. Nothing ever seemed to happen in Pallet Town. The town itself was quite isolated from the rest of the Region, having only a few houses, not even a store to buy any goods the townspeople might need. The only way the town was even able to sustain itself was due to the Pokmon Research Center in town, led by the renowned Professor Oak himself. But it is in this story that our story, the story of a Pokgirl Trainer named Sarah would begin. The repetitive, high-pitched squealing burst out all through Sarah's room as the small girl lay still under the large, confining covers of her bed. Why she even had an alarm clock was beyond her; it never seemed to be able to wake the young girl from her dreams, dreams of being a world-famous trainer. And today, she would take her first steps towards her life's goal of becoming a Pokgirl Trainer. Today, she would visit her friend Prof Oak and accept her first ever Pokgirl. But that was, of course, only if she would be able to get her lazy butt out of the large, comfortable warm bed and outside into the lukewarm country air. It was several minutes later that Sarah's mother finally entered the room, pulling off the sheets to reveal the naked Sarah, laying there in all her glory."Sarah honey, wake up you're going to be late!"yelled out the middle aged woman who began packing some cloths for her journey."I told you to pack a week ago, and you're sitting here on your ass, naked as the day you were born!"she continued as Sarah managed to pull herself up to a stance where she could see around the room. The cool air massaged her breasts as it rushed in from the window, he large dick hung low as she stood on her feet, which felt like the first time in ages. After what seemed like a lifetime of arguing with her mother, Sarah was on her way. She pulled on a skimpy little outfit, not even bothering with undergarments, which was quite normal for girls her age. She pulled on a little yellow tube top and blue mini skirt which didn't quite go low enough to conceal her large penis which hung quite low. The girl kissed her mother good-bye and slung the bag over her shoulder, walking out the door and into Pallet Town, which hopefully the young girl would be seeing for the last time in her life. Professor Oak's research laboratory was only down the road, a place she had been to many times before. She knew it wasn't only her that would be receiving their very first pokegirl today, her rival Sasha, Professor Oak's grand daughter would be getting her first today as well. When she got to the lab, she could already tell she was late. Sasha and Prof. Oak were standing at the far end of the lab, it looked like Sasha had already picked out her pokemon, Squirtle the water type. Of course she would have picked that one, only yesterday Sarah accidentally let it slip that she would be picking a fire type if it were available. After a long talk, and a lot of boasting and bragging from Sasha, Sarah was able to pick her own pokemon. She decided to go through and pick a Charmander. Characters: Sarah Sasha - Breasts are a bit smaller

The Charmander had not seen much of the world outside of her pokeball. In fact, aside from the farm where she had been bred, she hadn't seen anything other than the man with a white lab coat's laboratory. Though, the lab coat man told her that she might be leaving later today. According to the people who ran the breeding facility she had been "special," though aside from being rare it made little difference. Instead of having the usual fire-red hair, scales, and eyes, her hair was snow-white, the thin trail of scales that covered her spine and trailed down her tail were silver, as well as her eyes. The lab coat man had said that Charmanders were already rare, but her coloration was a million-to-one possibility. All she could hope for was that she would get a nice tamer instead of the people who got a pokemon for little more than a fuck toy.

The air was close, hot and sticky that unforgiving October night; it was a Thursday, and the beaches were littered with sweating, lively bodies. At sunset, couples would walk along the sand and shyly hold hands, but it seemed that when dark fell in Miami, the predator came out in everyone who inhaled the night air. Dexter Morgan felt it too, but he was different from them; certainly, he engaged in intense, sweaty nights the way anyone else did, but his company tended to be a little different. And much quieter. Eventually. Tonight, he was enjoying the company of Wilbur Fator, a member of Miami's Elite - he was a man originally from the South, borne of a well-off family and carefully groomed; Dexter always appreciated when people were immaculate. Fator liked to spend his mornings on the golf course, his afternoons on the porch with his pretty wife drinking Mojitos, and his evenings in small dark basements where he paid a human trafficker to bring him a fresh young Cuban boy every month. Fator liked them young, dark, and pretty, and enjoyed taking his time with them - for a man from the South, Fator wasn't terribly discreet. It would be awful if his wife saw the videos. Presently, Dexter was on board his little luxury - his beloved boat, Slice of Life; he wasn't a sailor by any means, but Dexter's foster father Harry Morgan had instilled a love of the water in him at an early age. He'd been coming out to Bay Harbour since he was three, and he couldn't bring himself to stay away from the spot - he supposed it was some sort of sentimentality, but he wasn't sure how that sort of thing applied to him. He whistled a sprightly tune as he idled the boat, and then turned off the engine; he was several miles out on the water, comfortably out of view of anyone - most people avoided the water at night, unless they were up on the beach. The darkness scared them. Dexter liked it; it was quiet. He turned to face Wilbur Fator; he was a big, well-built man, so Dexter had needed to use several hefty bags for all the pieces - he couldn't remember which bag he'd put the head in, but it didn't really matter. Dexter wasn't one for keeping trophies, at least, not the kind that some of them liked to take - he was satisfied with his blood slides, a tiny piece of memorabilia from each monster that had kept him company on these late night trips. With practised ease, he hauled each hefty bag over the side of the boat and watched as they were swallowed up by the black, shifting water; he always weighed them down with rocks from the harbour - it was a rookie mistake to think the body would keep itself down. Even the dead had gas, and it tended to make them buoyant, and when that happened, curious boaters and fishermen couldn't help but peer in, wondering what they might find like a toy in a cracker jack box, only instead of a cheeky slide whistle, it was a dismembered hand. Fun for girls and boys. Satisfied that there were no bits of Mr. Fator trying to stick around a little longer, Dexter started the engine again; he would have enough time to get home, catch a few hours of sleep, and be ready for work. Work. Unlike many Miami residents, Dexter Morgan liked his job working for the Miami Dade Police Department, he wasn't a cop like his currently damaged foster sister Deb - he was a lab rat, a forensics guy. It kept him low-key, kept the attention away from him. Or at least, he'd thought it did, up until recently. Things had gotten unexpectedly complicated when Dexter had discovered he had a brother, one from a life he could barely remember. It had been the life where he'd been Dexter Moser, and his mother had been Laura Moser, and life had been beautiful and perfect up until the day he watched her get torn to messy, wet shreds by a chainsaw. It had changed something in him, maybe killed something in him - he still wasn't sure exactly what it was that was missing, but his brother Brian was missing it too. They were two of a kind, and Brian had known it long before Dexter - he'd been old enough to keep the memories that Dexter had lost, and as such, he'd been subject to the whims of various foster homes, halfway houses, and orphanages while Dexter had been eagerly adopted by the cop who had worked the crime scene. It was somehow unfair; somewhere along the line, the decision had been made that Dexter could be saved, and Brian couldn't. Dexter got a relatively normal childhood after that, save for the awkward teenage years where other boys were chasing girls, and all he could think about was what his classmates would look like in pieces. But Harry Morgan had straightened that out; there were rules to abide by. It was what kept Dexter from being like all the others, rather than just being a monster, he was a choosy monster. He only allowed other monsters to accompany him on nights like these. Funny that Harry never mentioned he'd had a brother. But Brian had never forgotten, and had decided one day that he couldn't go without his baby brother anymore, and he'd been overjoyed to discover that Dexter was - just like him. So overjoyed that he'd done everything in his power to get close to him, teasing him with jigsaw puzzles made of dead, frozen hookers. Breaking into his home and playfully leaving him clues. Dating his sister, Deb. Trying to kill her. Trying to get him to help. He'd even set her up the way Dexter liked it; unconscious, strapped to the table, an electric saw at the ready. It had been an interesting reunion. He'd had Brian in his grasp after he'd made a second attempt on Deb's life, he'd had him hanging by his ankles, strapped down in his own home, prepped for the kill. He'd put him out so he wouldn't have to feel any pain - but then Brian had opened his eyes. The rules said that he should have killed Brian when he'd had the chance, but he couldn't do it, and he couldn't kill Deb either - he kind of liked her. He let him go. He let Brian go, and told him to go away, to get far away from Miami and never come back, because then he really would have to kill him. And now he knew for a fact that he had been lying; the certainty was gone, leaving dearly devoted Dexter disoriented in the dark. What had once been a clearly paved path edged with rules and boundaries that kept him from ever crossing The Line had suddenly transformed into an endless, misty field filled with the sort of temptations that his Dark Passenger just loved. It was all because he had broken the Code that Harry had laid down for him - all because he had let Brian live. And then in an act of outrageous stupidity, he had even agreed to visit his brother in New York, like friendly relatives getting together for a holiday. Dexter had assured himself he was only going so Brian wouldn't come to Miami that was too risky, he might get himself killed. Or or he might be a danger to others. Something like that. He had brought a knife with him when he had gone to visit; at one point he had even steeled himself to use it while he stood opposite to Brian in his little kitchen in the ill-gained New York apartment but he hadn't done it. In fact, he'd pretty much done the opposite of killing him, he'd done things with Brian, things that he was sure were very, very wrong for people who weren't like him. For one, he had shared a kill with him: a middle-aged blonde - guilty of poisoning her three husbands - had been strapped to a polished, clean steel table in some old abandoned warehouse down a backalley in the worst part of the city. She had been there for hours, held down by the clear saran wrap that Dexter had always favored, mouth duct taped and a folder full of evidence beside her for Dexter to sort through. It was all Brian's doing - it had been very thoughtful of him. The memory of it all still made Dexter shudder, because Brian had watched him the entire time - hadn't taken his eyes off of him once, in fact - and if he thought about it, he could remember the bizarre sensation, the strange thought that his brother's eyes were burning into him and leaving a mark somewhere inside. And afterwards, they hadn't even had a chance to clean up, they hadn't even made it through the parking lot when Brian had pounced on him; they'd struggled and torn at each other, eventually they even managed to get back into the apartment just before the aggressive pawing had stopped being enough for either of them. Hands and knees had been replaced by tongue and teeth and nails, they hadn't even closed the door behind them before they were all over each other. It was wrong, it was so, so very wrong. Harry would have disapproved. Harry would have also disapproved of what he had done to Brian on the couch later on that evening - Dexter had never used his mouth like that before, but it had been worth it to see the wild expression on Brian's face. Rubbing at his hair with gloved hands, Dexter stares out at the water and listens to it lap against the sides of the boat; the moon is three-quarters full that night, and the sight of it provides a cold, clean comfort. In that moment, in the middle of the bay, an oddly introspective Dexter is struck by the strange and empty sensation of loneliness - it is followed quickly by a fiery trail up his spine when he thinks about Brian's eyes. The way he looked at him. The understanding. But Dexter knows that he can't think about it anymore; he has to limit those thoughts because they lead to terrible things, the kind of thoughts that threaten to pull him overboard and plunge him into waters that he will never escape from. Waters where his Passenger is at the top of the food chain, and the world is subject to his whim. It couldn't happen. He bids farewell to Wilbur Fator and quietly leaves his quiet little world behind, hides the blood slide behind the air conditioner, and retires to his bedroom; as he gets under the covers and stares up at the dark ceiling, it occurs to him that monsters don't get happy endings - all they get are precious, sparing moments of freedom. And he has never felt more free than in the moment where his hand touched Brian's to accept his knife.

Maybe it was because he had been born and bred there, but there was something about Miami that really made Brian Moser feel alive. He typically hated mess, couldn't stand clutter; by all rights, the sticky, damp air and the number of slick, sweaty human bodies that typically populated the place should have disgusted him. Instead, he had a tight, knotted feeling of anticipation during the entire drive back to Florida from New York. He felt like he was on his way to finish some important business. He felt like he was going home. Not that 'home' had ever held any sort of tangible meaning for him. Brian had spent so much time institutionalized when he wasn't being juggled around in foster houses. 'Going home' had only ever meant 'going back to his room,' the standard 11x15 foot room with concrete walls and bunkbeds. No, this was different. This wasn't home because of the location, but it was home because he was on his way to see his last living family member again. Dexter understood what he was, because Dexter was the same. Slightly misguided, but Brian was willing to help him work past that. He had never met anyone before who understood, who was as intelligent as he was. As clever. As perfect, ignoring the minor 'conscience' hiccup. Brian needed him like an addict needed heroin. He had seen what Dexter was, what he had the potential to become, and he was hooked. It was more than just errant desire; it was visceral. He had no reason to stay in New York. Staying away was safe, and it was lonely, and Brian cared little for the former and even less for the latter. Besides, Dexter had so much to learn, and who better to teach him than his loving brother Biney? Rita was a real hitch in his plan. Dexter thought he cared about her, and Brian had a problem wrapping his mind around that. She was a vapid blonde, too concerned with material things. Doormats and nutritious breakfasts for her children, cuddling up to Dexter on the couch after a long day smiling at strangers at the hotel. He didn't understand why Dexter didn't use her and throw her away. She made pretty arm candy, and for a pretty convincing Normal Life cover, but every time he toyed with her picture, all he could think was how pretty she would look with a knife at her throat. And with that, it had been easy for Brian to break into her home. Late at night with a ski mask, he rattled the front door loudly before smashing one of the windows, careful not to leave any fingerprints or to actually disturb anything else, but it was with such obvious clumsiness that he couldn't imagine the woman actually believing that it was a serious attempt to get into her home unnoticed. He tossed a knife onto the kitchen floor, before ducking back out of the window when he heard Rita's voice floating down the hallway in a too-loud whisper in an attempt to reassure her frightened children. With a roll of his eyes, Brian trotted down the street, yanking off the mask and tugging on a pair of headphones. He looked like some yuppie going for a midnight jog, not a convicted serial killer, and that was the way he wanted it to remain for now. Rita heard the commotion in the kitchen, standing up even as her hand groped blindly for her phone. Leaning down, she slid the baseball bat from beneath her bed, hefting it onto her shoulder as she stepped out into the hallway. She could see Astor and Cody crowding the doorway to their bedroom, Astor's arms wrapped around her brother in a protective hug. "Shhh," Rita said, before she crept slowly into the kitchen. Glass from a broken window, and a knife on the floor, but nothing seemed to be gone, and it was quiet. She peeked around the kitchen, before glancing into the living room, and then finally - in a rush - ushering her kids out to the car. Shakily, and still in her nightgown, she called 911 and explained the situation, and was pulling into the parking lot of Dexter's apartment complex right as she started dialing his number. "Dexter," she said a bit shakily, "Someone tried to break into our house, I've called the cops, but how do you feel about a sleepover tonight, please say yes because I'm actually pulling into a parking space right now," she finished in a rush.

Nathan grinned as the Pokemon battle was over, his Raichu once again victorious, though the battle had taken its toll...it had been quite some time since Nathan had been in a Pokemon Centre or even a store to buy supplies, and just recently he had used his very last potion. This was a rather bad situation...all of Nathan's Pokemon were rather weak, but Raichu in particular, this last battle had really taken it out of her. As the other trainer left rather dismayed, Nathan hurried over to kneel beside his Raichu, rubbing her head slowly. "Great job Raichu," he said, scratching behind her ear. "But come on, let's see if we can get you some help..." He rubbed her head once more before turning to walk slowly. There was a tiny village not far from here, and while it had no Pokemon Centre, he might be able to get some supplies. Ever since she had been a Pikachu, Raichu had hated going into a Pokeball, and that trait had carried over through her evolution after exposure to a Thunder Stone. Still, Nathan didn't mind; infact, he rather liked things this way. It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in the little village, and as Nathan had expected there was no Pokemon Centre nor a real store to speak of. All that Nathan could find was a tiny little store in a back alley, seeming to sell a few items that resembled Pokemon health potions, though they appeared rather... different. Still, beggars can't be choosers. Nathan purchased the potion that most resembled a healing potion, then went to leave the store with Raichu, headed towards the tiny hotel on the edge of the village, getting them a room for the night. "Now," Nathan pulled the potion from his bag as he closed the door to the small room, helping Raichu up onto the bed. "Let's hope this heals you up enough, huh?" He smiled at the Pokemon, then opened up the bottle, the smell rather strong, and while it was rather offputting to Nathan, to Raichu it would smell absolutely delicious. Nathan seemed to pick up on that, then held the bottle out, slowly tipping it up to allow Raichu to drink the contents, waiting until she had downed the whole thing. "There we go," he said, feeling better already. "Feeling any better?

Rai! Rai!" The Raichu let out happily as she won the battle, before letting her wounds take effect, nuzzling into her trainer, panting softly, having put her all into the fight, glad he had taught her 'Endure' sometime earlier for just such an occasion. As they left, she let her long, thunder-bolt tipped tail sway behind her as she kept up at his side, having enough energy left to keep herself walking. After getting into the town and finding the back alley shop, while feeling a little unsure of things, tugging on his shirt lightly. "Chu...?" Though, as he bought it and got them the hotel room, she looked on, interested, as he popped the bottle open, and an oddly pleasant aroma wafted into her nose, causing it to twitch, as she started to hop up and down in place, pawing at him quickly. "Chu, Chu, Chu~!" Looking excited, she murred as he tilted the bottle for her, letting the liquid slide down her thought, sitting back as she licked her lips a little, murring. "Rai!" She seemed to enjoy the taste, moving forward to nuzzle Nathen gently, feeling better than she had, tail swishing quickly as she held onto him with her little hands, seeming better already, looking happy at him, nodding. Ever since she was a small Pikachu, he had always taken care of her better than anything she could remember, and she always wished to do her best to make him a great trainer.

I'm booooored!" chimed Rise. She'd barely come into the dungeon, and now sat upon one of the pipes. Her persona only occasionally needed summoning, whenever the fighters needed some information. For the most part, the idol just hung about, kicking her heels and examining the map. It was even worse this time, because they seemed entirely too confident. "At least this is better than mine," she muttered. She crossed her arms over her smallish breasts, looking about her with interest. Naoto's dungeon looked more... mad laboratory than dark strip club. It certainly didn't have the gross sexual overtones that hers had had. Much more relaxing. Just thinking about the stripclub made Rise tremble and rub her arms. If she ever went back there, it would be too soon. She hopped up then, venturing a little deeper into the dungeon, boredom overcoming her good sense. Her head swung about, ponytails swaying, as she looked through the room. Definitely better than the strip club. There were all these computers and pipes and such. Quite aesthetically pleasing. Rise couldn't help but think it would make for a great movie set. "This is super-agent Rise, entering the top secret layer of the evil shadow villains!" she suddenly announced, taking a practiced pose, one arm out, index finger and thumb outstretched. "Evil-doers beware, Rise-chan is here!

Irony was against the young former idol as just as she did her little gun pose and made the announcement, the wall of the room seemed to ripple a bit, before a dark mass pushed its way through, before falling onto the consoles with a little squish sound. It was quite obviously a shadow, considering it's odd little white mask soon appeared out of its jet-black body. And like all shadows, it was after the Persona user. But this one had a special purpose in mind with it being this specific Persona user. Her dungeon had been all about sex... and now this shadow had come about as a result. It was unknown how it managed to get into Naoto's dungeon, but it only had one thing in mind... it wanted Rise... in a very intimate way.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, Matsumoto barely heard Kouta when he moaned out something previously, but managed to catch the last few words as she let her fingers dig into his shoulders, attempting between breaths to respond to him. "That's...the idea!...If you didn't...it wouldn't be any fun,...now would it?" She managed to get out as Rangiku circled her hips around Kouta's cock which was buried deep in her body and let out a moan of pleasure, throwing her head back as her long wavy blonde hair fell to the ground and trailed on the ground. Normally she wouldn't be doing something like this, especially with the boy she'd been ordered to protect but his spiritual pressure was so intense that she couldn't think straight at all. "Faster..." Rangiku panted as she circled her own hips a bit quicker around Kouta's cock, urging the boy to pick up the pace. On the other side of town a rip could be seen in the sky as a Hollow pulled itself out and dropped down into Karakura Town. It looked around and roared, before it dropped and bounded away in the shape of a deformed monster frog, searching for something to fill its craving, some sort of soul to consume so it would not have to feel pain. It needed something. Something tasty. Back in the alley, Matsumoto was urging Kouta to go faster and harder because she was sure that within a few moments they would both reach their climax and that was something she really wanted! There was no way she wanted him to stop now and lose the sensation because it would take forever to build that arousal back up again. Nothing was on her mind at the moment but getting the satisfaction she desired and she was fairly certain that Kouta felt the same way she did. He really was good at sex and the size of his cock helped too even before he had increased it with his spiritual pressure. Mhmm, his cock felt amazing inside her and Rangiku wondered if he had ever done this before. Had she taken his virginity or was he simply a shy boy that didn't like to talk about his previous catches? Then again, that didn't fit with his personality since she knew he was a very forward boy, at least when it came to her. Not too far away from the hollow that had just descended into Karakura Town, Captain Toushiro Hitsugaya was stalking back and forth as he tried to figure out how to get away from an annoying woman who wouldn't leave him alone. She hadn't even let him leave the house! All he had done was save her from a car that had ran into her and knocked her into the oncoming path of a real car. And she had insisted on dragging him home! Why were humans like this? A shinigami would have simply thanked him or apologized for making him save him. Humans were insane! How did they manage not to drive each other crazy all the time? He felt a change in spiritual energy. Quite suddenly and near them, a hollow darted forward to knock the woman out of the way as a hollow came crashing through the wall of the house. Toushiro quickly changed from his gigai body into his shinigami form and drew out his zanpakuto to launch himself at the hollow that had entered the place, slicing it down the middle of its head and watched it disintegrate. He was about to return to his gigai body when he sensed another presence, but this time it was more dangerous and he frowned, a Menos Grande? That was what it felt like and he wondered where it was heading. Caught between wanting to protect this woman - who apparently had high spiritual energy - and taking care of the Menos Grande, Toushiro hesitated...

Kouta couldn't think straight either as he kept ramming into Rangiku's pussy, entranced by how she was milking it for every drop of the thick, gooey jizz he was about to spurt into her. The whole reason he was so forward with her was because of his "sixth" sense about it. On a very very vague level he could detect shinigami and hollows but couldn't quite put his finger on what they were; just knew they were there. And hers was driving him nuts with lust and it had a need to be satiated before he could think about anything else, and the fact that it WAS his first time with a woman and it felt divine. He kept going and soon tensed up and thrust all the way into her, threatening to pierce further into her womb as he shuddered. "Ngh...," he grunted and held her tighter as his balls tensed and he started to squirt his cum into her. "Ahh! I'm cumming!" He moaned to her.

God, how could things go this wrong," a young man said, loitering outside of Tsunade's office. He'd been called here an hour or so ago and he was trying to stall for time while he figured out just why this had happened. He was about 17 years old and thought he'd somehow gotten into trouble again... why else would anyone be called to this office in the middle of the day like this? Raking a hand through his shoulder-length glossy black hair, he rolled his eyes skyward and groaned to himself as he tried to recall just what had brought him here. He'd just have to bite the bullet and go in there to find out the reason and slowly began to push the doors open and stepped inside before closing them behind him and bowed to the busty woman behind the desk. "You wanted to see me?" he asked, keeping his blue-eyed gaze fixed firmly on the floor, not wanting to stare at her. His name was Raizen Mibu, a local firebrand and a bit of a troublemaker known to be a thief, a cheat, and a bit of a womanizer: in other words, your average 17-year-old chuunin with too much free time on his hands.

Tsunade was getting rather... impatient. She had called the Chuunin to her office an hour ago, and yet he still hadn't arrived. She was about to send another message for him, when finally, finally he came into the office, quickly speaking and then looking down at the floor. For a moment, Tsunade couldn't help but chuckle as she watched the boy. "Hmph, so you're finally here, are you?" she said, smiling. "I was starting to think you weren't going to arrive. Now, look up at me." Tsunade leaned forward as she sat at her desk, making sure that her cleavage was now being fully displayed, her breasts sitting on the desk beneath her as she leaned over. "Now," she continued, her voice taking on a slightly different tone. "I hear you've been having some problems lately. Making trouble, theft, even peeping around the women's hot springs..." She chuckled and shook her head. "But, I think perhaps there's something I can do to help you..." Her voice took on a sensual tone.

The young Growlithe's leg kicked, rocking his body gently and pulling him back to consciousness. Keegan licked his mouth, dry and with an unpleasant taste from hanging open while he was unconscious. He rose up onto his feet, looking around at the smooth cell he was in, trapped inside by a pane of some very resilient plexiglass-like material. All the fire he could make couldn't even start to melt it. So, he turned away from the large pane, focusing his attention on the other male that had ended up in here with him. He walked over to the Eevee's side, giving him a nudge with his foot. As he looked down at him, he had to admit that he looked pretty cute. Keegan always had been a little gay, and he was aware of it.

The Eevee known as Riley stirred a bit in his sleep as the Growlithe nudged against him. He was finally roused from his unconscious state, turning his head slightly to look up at the Growlithe over him. He was a bit hesitant, but he found that he was captive in the cell with him. He rubbed his head gently as he moved to his feet, feeling a little dizzy still. Upon hearing about this rare Eevee, they had suddenly taken him and brought him here. He wasn't sure just what they had planned for him here, but with the way things were looking, he wouldn't be getting out of here anytime soon. He let out a soft sigh as he looked over to the Growlithe. "I suppose you were taken away as well?

It had been some time after the mutiny on the ISS Defiant. Major Malcolm Reed had made sure that all who had played a part in the mutiny were locked up and kept in separate areas of confinement. Most if not all of them were killed after Captain Archer retook control of the ship. But now there was what to do with the rebels that were left to interrogate and turn over to the Emperor. It was known though that Reed had always kept an eye on T'Pol and now that she was one of the main instigators and locked up it gave him the perfect chance to break her down even more and have his way with her. Reed had another MACO officer follow him to where they were keeping T'Pol and had him posted outside of the door. "No one besides me is to come in here is that clear soldier?" The MACO Soldier nodded and stood at the door. Reed walked in and looked at T'Pol in the room. He had made sure she was kept tied up so that she couldn't try to escape and the fact that they had dressed her back in the short blue uniform that they found for her earlier only made him want to take her even more. "Well well well How are we doing today Slave?" He watched her and eyed her up, letting his eyes travel over her lovely body. Oh, the things he would do to her once he had her broken down and submitted to him or hell, even now if he got the chance. "I wonder what they will choose for your execution. A rebel like you, I'm betting will get something nice and slow." He laughed and walked over to her and ran his hand against her cheek. "But you know, You don't have to face the slow death. All you have to do is submit and you can save yourself from the execution.

Lost in her own mind-numbing world of boredom and agitation, the blonde vulcan lass barely heard the door open to the room they'd locked her in. In fact, the rooms were her own quarters, but she was hardly allowed to roam free in them. She'd been chained rather securely in a standing position against the far wall where the light failed to reach even when the door was opened. It wasn't until the lights activated and burned her half-closed eyes that she realized she had company, and jerked slightly against the chains in surprise. Lucky for her, she was used to bright light due to the intense sun back on her home world, and it only took a few moments of frantic blinking before she could clearly make out the MACO uniform standing smugly before her. Her hands were bound above her head into a heavy metal loop in the bulkhead, and the chain to the reinforced leather collar tight around her throat was attached to the same place. She was just high enough that she had to stand on her tip toes to avoid hanging by her wrists, and so was rather secure from attacking with a kick anyway. T'pol's teeth bared in furious defiance at him when his hand stroked her cheek, and she was tempted to twist and sink them into that hand, but thought better of the idea. Her growl was audible, and she snarled at him after he finished his spiel about submission. "Ponfo miran!" She spat nastily...'go to hell' in her native tongue. She knew that speaking Vulcan was forbidden--but with her own death hanging over her head, she had ceased to care.

Hinata Hyuuga sighed as she slowly slipped into the water of the hotspring, the hot water wonderful against her skin in the cold air. Her entire family had come to this hot spring resort up in the mountains, to get away from all the troubles that had plagued the Leaf Village in recent months. Still, despite the fact they'd arrived two days ago, this was the first time she was actually getting into the water. She had wanted to wait until the women's spring was completely empty, having wanted to bathe alone. As she slipped into the water, she slowly removed her towel, setting it down at the side of the water, and allowing herself to slip in completely, ducking her head under for a few moments before emerging once more. "This feels so much better," she said with a content sigh. The girl then leaned back against the stone side of the spring, her massive breasts floating freely in the water. They were a little sore after she'd had them constrained so tightly. They were still growing, and she had been restraining them to hide their true size from anybody. "Finally," she continued, "I can just relax a little." With another content sigh, Hinata leaned back and slipped a little further into the water, closing her eyes to relax, just tuning out the outside world for what felt like the first time in years.

Neji smiled to himself as he walked down to the hot springs with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had been a little selfish and decided to wait until the end of the day, hoping to have the springs to himself. As he neared the springs, he saw Hinata. He figured she wouldn't mind sharing and slipped out of his towel, revealing his rather large manhood and began to step into the water, his toned body rippling in the light. Once he was waist-deep, he began to walk over to her slowly.

Tessran ran her hand through her hair as she glanced around the classroom, frowning as she discreetly examined each of the students. She'd received reports that there had been high levels of demonic activity at this school, yet everything seemed so normal for the moment. And yet...at the same time...she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right here. She'd heard rumors of people disappearing and yet the other students had just shrugged it off. The staff seemed unconcerned with the goings-on of the students, but then that wasn't so different from a lot of schools. Tess had been here for two weeks now, and still nothing. But she couldn't give up... if there was even a chance that something was here, she had to act on it. Finally, the bell signifying the end of class rang, and Tess slowly stood up with a sigh, grabbing her bag and turning to head for the door. Once again, she would head up to the roof of the school, nobody else ever went up there so it was a perfect place. From there, she could watch over the entire school grounds, keep an eye out for anything that looked or felt odd, and she would be in a perfect place to respond as quickly as possible. "I'm almost starting to hope for something to happen," she said with a sigh. "I'm getting so bored just hanging around here. Everywhere else I've been, there's always been something within a few days...

The roof of the school wasn't exactly clean. Overturned chairs and dirt covered everything. A 25-meter long pool sat on one side of the roof. It had been a while since it had been used. The water was dark and murky. Algae covered the surface. The concrete around it was cracked. Old pool toys sat deflated around it. The ladders in and out were rusty. All of the pool chairs looked like they had been collapsed. People were afraid of this pool. It was the reason no one came to the roof. When the girl spoke, something woke. It could tell that someone was near. This was what it had been waiting for. This is what it lived for. It was time to rise again from the depths. It slowly emerged from the deep end of the pool. Its eyes popped up first, followed by the bulk of its body. It could be called an octopus, but it was much larger and had much more sinister objectives in mind. The beast saw its new target. She was a very attractive girl who seemed to be busy looking out at the school grounds. That was perfect. A tentacle slowly slid out of the water and along the ground. It silently approached its target. A second soon followed. They both reached the girl and lifted up just a little. Each one started to gradually move up her legs, ready to ensnare her.

Hermione Granger stumbled slightly as she moved through the Three Broomsticks pub, several fresh shots of Fire Whiskey in her hands. She was trying to find her way back to her table, but she'd be damned if she could remember where it was through this crowd of graduating students. Like the others here, she was in her final year of school, only a few weeks from the end now. She was trying to find her friends as she was currently thrashing them at their various drinking games, but by accident she had ended up at the complete opposite side of the pub. "Hnghuh...?" She blinked as she looked at the table where she was sure the others had been, frowning at the sight of others sat there. "Ditched? They ditched me? Bastards..." The girl grumbled, then started downing the shots of Fire Whiskey by herself, downing all four inside of a minute, hiccuping, then just slamming the shot glasses down on the nearest table, turning to stumble back. Hell, if her friends had gone there was little point hanging around, and she intended to just head back to the castle in order to sleep off her current condition....no doubt paying for the nights festivities in the morning. She made her way out of the pub, ignoring the catcalls and whistles from some of the other students who were still partying hard, and staggered towards the castle gates. It wasn't far, thankfully, and soon enough she was making her way up the steps, passing through the entrance hall and into the common room. There were still people there, but they seemed to be more subdued

Larris sighed as he finished up his latest drinking game, slaughtering the others as was typical for him. He had to admit though, even for him, he had quite a bit tonight. He was scanning the bar slowly when he spotted Hermione teetering around. He turned to his friends and smiled. "I have a game for you. I bet you I can sleep with the Granger girl by the end of the night." He knew he would catch some hell for her being a muggle but it was worth it for this bet, after all, what's better than to tap the sexiest and smartest girl in the school? "You're insane," a fellow Slytherin whispered frantically. "That's what makes it all the better." Larris spoke quickly. "I'll bet you the rest of the year's worth of school work you can't do it." Another student said. "That's only a few months." Larris paused before continuing. "I'm on. Hope you like being nerdy." Larris rose and slowly made his way over to Hermione as she downed her four shots of fire whiskey. That alone was enough to mess up some of the greatest drinkers. He moved towards her and pretended to look the other direction, bumping straight into her. He reached out to catch her before she could fall. He was glad he wasn't wearing his robes. It would make this much easier. "I am so sorry are you alright?" He asked softly, his face full of false concern.

THE MALFOY CAPTIVE katie marie & little piece of heaven Hermione traveled as quietly as she could. Her brown curls were tucked neatly behind her head in a braid, and her hazel eyes searched the ground before her. Everything that she had seen so far was dark and unidentifiable. Sneaking around a private home meant no 'lumos', and therefore, she couldn't see. In fact, the brunette was lucky she hadn't tripped and broken an arm at this point. Turning another corner, the pale figure glanced around the corridor. She needed to find the room where Harry told her a passageway was located. But at this point, she and Ron had been running in opposite directions for half an hour, and nothing had been discovered. Sighing, the young adult pressed against a wall, holding her wand tightly against her side. There was a window in the perpendicular hallway, and light was streaming through it and onto the marble floor. A tension arose in Hermione with the newly found light, and now she seemed quite frozen. Harry had made such a fuss about staying dark and hidden that the idea of running through white light petrified her. Taking in a few deep breaths, Hermione turned and ran through the new light, and straight into a doorway frame. SMACK! Right against the wooden hinge was where the girl's cheek hit. "Agh!" She muttered, and a few curses escaped her quiet breath. Stamping her foot on the ground, she raised a delicate hand to her cheek, and felt a few drops of blood. "Ugh... Gross..." Rolling her eyes, she quickly raised her wand and whispered the age old healing spell. Soon her cut was a scab, and within moments an almost invisible mark. Wiping her blood on her dark jeans, she decided to continue on with more focus. And so, in the dark, Hermione wandered on through the halls of Malfoy Manor, confused and alone.

While she had been doing her best to sneak and remain undetected by the owners of the manor, she had failed miserably. For the past 15 minutes she had been watched by Lucius Malfoy rather closely. He was not in the Dark Lord's favor and capturing any of Potter's little friends would help. But then as he watched her wandering around in the dark, bumping things and even running right into a door, he decided that he wanted her for himself. She was young, probably only in her 6th year at Hogwarts and she was rather adorable. But after watching her a little longer he decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He pointed his wand at her and muttered Stupefy. The red light struck Hermione hard in the back and with another flick of his wand she was bound and being dragged across the floor by magical rope. Soon she was being dragged towards the basement. "Well well Granger. You thought that you could sneak into my Manor? We knew where all of you were the moment you got here. I am sure Potter and your Weasley friend are both already dead. But you have a big idea for you. A very particular form of torture.

Ginny Weasley sighed as she brushed a long strand of red hair over her shoulder, grumbling to herself. Once again she had lost track of time while studying in the library, and now it was well past curfew. She was walking alone through the dark corridors of the castle, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to attract the attention of any teachers who might be patrolling the halls. She had already missed her date with Harry this evening due to getting caught up in her studies, and the last thing she needed was detention stopping her from arranging another. As she turned a corner, however, she realized that she had no idea where she was or how to get back to her common room. She didn't dare use a Lumos spell to light her way; that would only draw attention. After nearly an hour of wandering the dark hallways, the fire-haired Weasley girl was ready to admit defeat. "Damn," she muttered, coming to a stop at yet another intersection. She looked around, hoping to spot something familiar, but everything seemed unfamiliar. She needed to at least figure out what floor she was on.

Are you lost, Ginny?" whispers a voice behind her. She turns to see Draco standing behind her, a malicious grin on his face. He flicks his wand, and the door next to her swings open. He shoves her, and the younger girl goes sprawling into the darkness. He enters the room and stands over her. Another flick of his wand and hers goes flying out of her hand, to land in the far corner. He withdraws a torch from a pocket in his robes, and sets it on a nearby table, forming a crude spotlight on her, surrounded by a sea of darkness. He moves to stand over her. "Don't try and resist me, Ginny," he says, once again sporting that malicious grin, full of spitefulness and intent.

Stephanie stood at 4 feet 10 inches, not particularly tall, but still there was room in her growing fourteen year old body for another growth spurt, enough to hopefully surpass five feet. Her strawberry blonde hair pulled back and done up in a pony tail. Stephanie was a pokemon trainer, she had been for some time now, her companions that she had been travelling with had parted ways with her at the previous town. She had heard about the carnival at the town, she had been to the carnival three years ago when she had been a much newer trainer. For nearly four years Stephanie had been travelling, most of those days were either camped out under the stars in the wild or in a tent when the weather was not so kind, the others were at Pokcenters, either slumped in those horrible plastic chairs or in an actual bed when she had the money. She was not the best pokmon trainer in terms of battling skills, her hope wasn't to remain a trainer however, she wanted to become a TV reporter and by travelling and being self sufficient she hoped that she would one day get her chance, after all she now knew alot about the world at least the parts she had travelled. Having picked up some money her Dad had left in her bank account as a gift, she was going to enjoy her time at the carnival. There were so many rides that she wanted to enjoy, so many activities to engage in and try out all the food. First off however she had to eat. Today she had money, and she was in the middle of a carnival, to hell with her diet and healthy eating. It was time to indulge in those forbidden oh so delicious morsels of bliss she rarely had and to top it all off, cover it with chocolate sauce, everything was delicious with chocolate sauce. Well not everything but she definitely did have a strange sense of taste. Sitting down at a table with her plate full of food, looking around at the crowds, smiling as she remembered what it was like the first time she was here, reminiscing on old times.

The short, chubby man sat irritably behind the carnival stand, wrapping his fingers around the hard wooden surface like clockwork as his dull brown eyes looked over the crowds. Mr. Bailey was a twisted and wretched creature, although this did not alter his outward appearance of a kindly fat rugged man who seemed to want to get along with people. This of course only served to help keep him under the radar while he conducted his horrendous work. Pokporn was indeed an illegal product, but the amount of cash that he reeled in from his select loyal clientele was far too tempting to pass up. And so this disgusting creature sought out to ruin the lives of many young girls to bring himself and his colleagues wealth and status. This of course was not his first time scouting the local carnival; if his memory served right, it would be his tenth time, each one wrangling in a good handful of unsuspecting trainers. Beside the man stood his most loyal and equally malicious Hypno. The hulking yellow creature stood head and shoulders above any normal man, much larger than any other hypno. Just like his master, this hypno held a lust for human girls that could not be sated. It is because of this that he and his master have come together for a great mutual benefit.

Pandora... Few knew what it actually meant, where it stemmed from. Go through enough researchers, if you truly cared enough about such a desolate place, and you might find out that the junkyard of a world was long ago named after a mythological box from a forgotten planet. Dig even further - though, why would you? - and you might find the significance of the mythological item. Perhaps you'd get a kick knowing it. Perhaps there was a degree of morbid amusement in how even when this planet was first colonized that the people back then knew it would be a complete shithole, for they named it after a box which was said to contain every evil in the world: Avarice. Pride. Prejudice. Envy. Theft. Rape, and murder. It was said that this thing, this 'pandora's box' contained a shred of hope despite all of these evils, but anyone who had spent even a month on the planet, even a goddamn day, could see that if any such hope existed, it was simply for the agony of it then being taken away. Pandora was a planet one person should never wish upon another. Scale every inch of the place and you would find only two things: small colonies built of jagged sheet metal and rotten wood, settled in valleys and alcoves where the sandstorms weren't as bad, and endless stretches of wasteland. Wastelands of dirt and wild beasts, wastelands of rancid trash piled upon rancid trash; neither was realistically inhabitable. The only people you might even find in venturing out to such places, should you go mad, were bandits, savages of society who holed up in such places because they were so awful that not even a rival gang would put up with it to come and shoot them dead. Why live in such a world? Because you were born here, and because there was no way out. There were no ships off of the planet, the galaxy well aware of the type of people living here and in the value in keeping them isolated. The planet was allowed to continue existing solely to serve as a garbage dump, rather than dump into space where a lightspeed ship might strike debris and go up in flames without even knowing it. So why come to such a place? That was often the question, the joke toward any new faces; the poor bastards had no clue they'd never be able to leave, did they? Oh well. Not like it really mattered. Most 'visitors' were skag food within their first week anyway. "Well goddamn," Rade Zayben said with a laugh, middle-aged and bald, leaning forward on the counter of his sheet metal booth at the Circle of Death, a 'sport arena' in the Arid Badlands. He leaned forward in a heavy, sloppy slump, shameless in the fact that he didn't know the name, hell, eye, or hair color of the person standing in front of him, outside the booth. "They ain't anything great, but I can't quite remember the last time we had a woman out here." His eyes finally rose above her chest to meet hers. "What are you drinkin', sweetheart?" "...Hm? Anyway, you saw my post over on the board, did you? Well, fine. Heh heh. It'll be a shame to see you torn to bits, but maybe if the pieces of you left over are big enough... A woman 'round here goes for quite a bit 'a cash, you know. Even half of one would fetch a nice price. Though I suppose it matters what half." Breaking his glance, Rade looked over about forty feet to the metal entrance of the arena. Once closed, it now raised as the cheering of the few dozen people inside gradually died down. "Heh... looks like they got 'im. Another sucker I don't gotta pay." Back to the woman. "Anyway," back to her chest, "the standard going rate is four grand. You go in. Skags everywhere. They win, you get eaten alive and everyone has a laugh. You win, you get four grand. Very simple. Even a woman should be able to understand those rules." Smirking, he cast another look over to the now-open gateway into the arena. The skags, some quite large, could be seen in the distance being rounded up and ushered back into their pens. Back to her chest. "Though you being a female and all is a rare treat, so I'm gonna go out and make you an offer for my customers." He looked down, eyes trailing her flat abdomen to her crotch and thighs. Then, an ever-wicked smile, he looked back to the woman's chest. "You take off that top 'n bottom, you manage to slay those shits in there like that, and I'll think about adding something to the prize to make it worth your while.

You could call Pandora a festering heap of corruption, and you wouldn't be far from the truth. The parched, arid lands were decidedly inhospitable, bleached dry by centuries of basking beneath the planet's merciless suns- The cloudless sky a blurred, rancid blue, doing absolutely nothing to stop the slow roasting of the endless plains stretching out beyond...Inhabited mostly by scags, mercenary gangs, and wretched, devolved subhumans. Those who could usually cowered indoors, out of the bleak, blistering sun- Those who couldn't didn't last too long. Natural selection in action. The armored security booth was a rusting hunk of metal, still solid, but sand-blasted and pitted as everything on this wretched planet, pornographic etchings and crude graffiti the only hint of color in the ramshackle Arena; Considering how short, brutal, and simply ugly life on Pandora was, the popularity of blood sports- As well as the up-and-coming Mad Moxxi's Underdome Riot- was depressingly clear- After all, the locals didn't have cable. In sharp contrast to the booth's slovenly occupant, the woman standing before him- A rare enough sight- was absolutely smokin' hot. The killer curves of hip, bust and ass were only outlined by her tight leather apparel, her legs sheathed in tight leather jeans, battered from months of travails- A pink half-shirt exposing a tempting glimpse of navel and flat belly... Lilith sighed, and snapped her gloved fingers, in a futile attempt to draw the man's eyes back up- God alone knew how many times the Siren had tried to keep his train of thought from derailing. She rolled those deep brown eyes in sheer exasperation, her vivid crimson hair a splash of color in the murk. The women on Pandora tended to be a lot like the men- Gritty, ugly, and crude, quickly swelling up from the day-to-day struggle of survival...Compared to them, Lilith looked like something out of a wet dream. A low 'tsk' parted her lips, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of interest at the offered bounty; Rade's smirk, however, was what *really* decided her. Life on Pandora was like a pirahna tank - Show *any* weakness, any at all, and quite suddenly, they were *all* over you. Four *thousand* was a not-inconsiderable sum~ And she'd been spending the *last* few months running a series of equally bizarre, inane errands, back-and-forth across Pandora's rocky surface. This came as absolutely *no* surprise. In time, people *can* get used to anything. Or they die. See a pattern? "Deal," Lilith purred, her voice low, husky, and acid-sweet; For a woman who claimed to gain her powers from crossing the 'Hotness Threshold', she sure wasn't shy about showing it off- Though the thought of walking out there, in front of hundreds of the worse kind of hyperactive degenerates, screaming for blood and carnage...It made her skin crawl. Still, her apple-red lips curled into a confident, beckoning smile...And scarcely had he finished, when there was the dry *rasp* of leather of skin as the Siren pulled her *tight* leather apparel off- Slithering out her shirt, her nimble fingers unclasping the belt fastening her tight-fitting jeans- revealing only her hot pink undershirt...And surprisingly lacy undergarments, clinging to her long, toned legs... With a disdainful flick of her wrist, the lovely redhead rebuckled her bandoleer, the old, rusted- But still *entirely* lethal guns hanging from her webbing, as she bundled her clothes aside! Her feet, arched high on heeled boots, creaked as the Siren sauntered forward, heedless of the hot breeze on her bare skin- About to walk into the arena in little more than a tight-fitting shirt, and lacy black panties! "Take a picture, cueball," she suggested, her full lips curling into a distinctly nasty smirk. "-It lasts *longer*." Without another word, Lilith sauntered right past him, with the sultry, hip-rolling gait that seemed second nature to her- To the roars of the crowd, as she walked out into the ring...Armed with a shitload of guns and a *very* bad attitude!He'd *better* have the money, she thought, darkly-...Or I'll show that frig a whole new *world* of pain...

For once, Sereti was at peace from hollow and Aizen, as the 13 squads headed back to their barracks for some well-deserved rest. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto arrived at their own barracks, and Hitsugaya summoned his squad. "You've all fought valiantly in the battle," he said. "And you and your zanpaktou deserve a well-needed rest. Take the rest of the day off, enjoy the peace while you can." The young captain then turned around, his commanding voice fading into the cheers of the soul reapers. He walked past Matsumoto, and stopped for a moment. "I'm going up to my office, and you're coming too. Don't you dare let me catch you fooling around again, Matsumoto." And with that, he climbed the stairs and into his office. Moments later, when Matsumoto entered the room, she blinked. To her surprise, Hitsugaya was lying down on the couch, his face reddened and his expression playful. As she was about to speak, her foot hit an empty bottle of sake. Hitsugaya had gotten drunk, instead of drinking out of his own water, he accidentally took Matsumoto's sake. And this was the perfect chance for her; Hitsugaya didn't suspect a thing.

Matsumoto was... surprised to say the least. Her captain was drunk. He had downed an entire bottle of sake in minutes - oh, that had to go straight to his head. The woman smiled, folding her arms and starting to move closer. "Oh, captain," she said, leaning over and exposing her cleavage to him. "Are you a little drunk, captain?" She chuckled and poked his nose. "Whatever are we going to do with you, hm? I wonder if there's something we can do with you while you're like this...

They had done it; they had really done it. The shadows had finally broken free and taken over the meta-world. They knew that there was a way from their world into what people called the real world, and that they were nothing more than games for amusement for the outside world. The shadows knew there were very special women in the meta-world who held the keys to breaking out and getting to the real world. "Sire," one of the shadow's minions said, "We have them and are bringing them down to the cells to be processed." Kafei nodded. "Well then, do what you must to get the information out of them." Down in the cells of what once used to be Princess Zelda's castle, three beautiful women were being held captive. Princess Zelda and Princess Peach were both tied to each other and gagged with each other's panties, while Samus Aran had to be chained to the wall after being stripped of her power suit and left only in her tight Zero Suit. "There we go," one of the shadow's minions said. "I don't think you'll be a problem anymore." A few of the Twilight Interloper soldiers looked at Zelda and grinned. "Look good now," one of them said. "I bet we're going to have lots of fun.

Peach and Zelda were releasing muffled sounds as they were gagged with each other's panties. Although it was utterly disgusting, there were more important matters at hand, such as how they had been all captured so easily. Princess Peach had already started to have tears swell in her eyes while Zelda continued to struggle against the bonds that held them together. Zelda was a more feisty one while Peach was rather sensitive. Meanwhile, Samus sent a cold glare at one of the Twilight Soldiers, keeping a calm facade with a sharp gaze as she didn't care if she was stripped down to her Zero Suit. She believed that she just had to find a way to be released before she could easily outdo these soldiers with her natural skill. "Do you think you've already won?" Samus asked coldly, glancing at the two princesses. "Don't underestimate us," Zelda said, trying to keep up her bravado despite being gagged. "All three of us could easily handle pathetic things like you." How high all of their hopes were at the time. And how easily they could be whittled down to nothing.

Miliahuffed indignantly as she walked across the beach, muttering angrily to herself, her pale face deeply flushed. The witch had not long ago abandoned her tamer, though not before freezing his pants, for calling her an infernal because of her red eyes, something she herself was rather self-conscious about, and something which she already received a great deal of ridicule for from other witches. She clenched her fist tightly, sparks crackling around her hand before yelling in frustration, flinging a small ball of magic at a nearby piece of driftwood, causing it to splinter into tiny bits, "Who the hell did he think he was?!" She stomped her foot. The witch was dressed in a blue blouse with a column of white down the front, a short coat like piece that fit nicely over her short white pleated skirt, and long sleeves that covered part of the back of her hands. Both the sleeves and tail had a shiny gold silk strip lining the edges, and the outfit its self clung nicely to her modest C-cup breasts. On her head, atop a tangle of loose blonde hair hanging down slightly past her butt, was a blue pointed hat, the tip having fallen back so that the end rested on the hat's rim, and on her feet were a pair of tan boots that reached slightly past her calf and were tied with small pink bows, and a pair of stockings that matched her skin almost perfectly, nearly unnoticeable if it weren't for the fact that they had the same pink bows as her boots. She didn't notice as a breeze blew by, pushing up her short skirt and revealing her crisp white panties to anyone who might have been watching. She whimpered softly, clutching her spell book close and tugging nervously at the green scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, "Now what am I going to do?" She thought, realizing that without a tamer she would no doubt end up going feral. She slumped against a nearby rock, watching the ocean waves and sighing, "Why'd he have to say that? That idiot..." The pokegirl muttered to herself, trying to decide where to go from there, half hoping fate would take pity on her and drop an answer in her lap.

A grin appeared on a young woman as she watched a witch leave her former tamer. The girl was Alice, who was new to being a tamer, but knew the basics of being one. Alice started following the witch as she searched through her Pokdex and got to know a little about the witch Pokgirl. Her grin grew wider still, because this Pokgirl would be an easy target for her plan. As Alice put away her Pokdex, she caught a quick glimpse of the witch's panties. Alice couldn't wait to get her hands on the witch. Alice was strangely dressed for being out on the beach. She wore blue jean pants and an oversized black shirt. It was hard to tell that she was a girl, since she had B-cup sized breasts and was tall for most girls. However, she was different from most girls. The only thing that seemed feminine about her were her light blue eyes, which stared at the witch as the wind blew her short, raven-black hair. When she saw that the witch had stopped to rest on a rock, Alice thought it was a good time to strike. She walked right in front of the Pokgirl, blocking the sun from the witch's view. "Shouldn't a Pokgirl like you be with your tamer?

Vicious angled the slow-moving lifter for another dive, as the fat trawler was hardly going to sprint out of the way. The hotshot pilot of the fighter pod was out of ammo and sure to take more than a few minutes to rearm. The trawler grew until it filled the entire cockpit, blocking out the red sands of Mars' vast desert. The impact knocked him into the control panel, slowly his hand moving towards his waist. A single cut and he was standing on the bridge, with his old friend Spikes lying in a pool of his own blood. "So I see you, an even bigger loser than I remember," Vicious said, removing the smug face from the rest of his body. The head rolled over the floor, coming to rest against the foot of a young girl. "Are you Ed Wong?" Vicious asked, revealing a row of white teeth, the end of his sword pointed at the throat of the young hacker. Strange, he would have thought a legend like that would have been older or at least taller. The sword already covered in blood made a long, narrow gash over one of the tanned cheeks. "Well, are you?" He asked, slicing over the tight-fitting shirt, revealing something of a second small shock. Slowly, he pulled back the sword, then thrust forward, the blood splattering all over the chest of the young girl.

Ed Wong, teenage hacker of the Bebop crew, was scared out of her mind. In a flash, ships had attacked the old space trawler; Jet had been killed when he'd gone for his ship, and Faye's was currently floating out in space, having been shot out of commission. With his ship broken, Spike had been forced to stay behind... And was caught unawares when Vicious had appeared, cutting him to ribbons. Ed finally looked up when the commotion had settled, her normally cheerful face a mask of total fear. She screeched when she felt something roll against her bare foot; Spike's head, with its face frozen in surprise. Ed nodded mutely at the question, wincing at every lash of the sword. It only ever grazed her, such was Vicious' control. She screamed as her loose shirt was torn, revealing small brown breasts. She turned, starting to crawl away.

Throughout the history of Hyrule there had been many times that the world had been threatened with destruction, and every time a hero rose up from the common people to come and save the world yet again. Always in the past a boy had been called on to come and save the world, a young man to come and save the world. But fate can be a tricky thing, even the goddesses couldn't control it. So when the need for a hero once again arose, they found that their choice for hero had died in a horrible childhood accident. They searched far and wide for someone to take the hero's place that would hold the same values as he would, but they could find no man that fit the bill. So they did the only other thing they could. They settled on a woman, a girl really barely having turned eighteen. They really only settled on her because she gave them no choice. When evil came to her village no one else stood against it, but she did and won. That is what gave the goddesses their champion of courage. Lilly growled and tried her hardest to fight the strong Gerudo that were pulling her through the passageway. She had been out on her horse going to the castle to find out her next path. She had realized what her mission was to be and after she had made sure her home town was safe, she listened to the elders of her village and set off to save the world. A lot of good she was doing so far. Her clothes had been stripped of her leaving her in nothing but a thin undershirt and her panties. She was stripped of her weapons and shield leaving her with nothing. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her as the Gerudo forced her into a dark cell. They slammed the door shut as Lilly started to pull herself up. "Why are you doing this? Don't you understand that I have to get to the castle Hyrule depends on it!

Thgil sat alone in the dark cell that was deep in the Gerudo stronghold. How long it had been since she'd seen the young Sheikah, whose gender was still masked by the clothes worn. The desert women were unable to strip Thgil of her clothes or maybe they just respected the so-called Shadow Race. After all, they were the myth keepers on this land. Yet seeing one of these people nowadays was rare indeed. Most were dead after past wars and disasters. Red eyes watched closely as the Gerudo dragged in a new captive. A young girl it seemed, about the same age as Thgil was... or seemed. Yet the Sheikah did not move as the cage was opened and the girl thrown in. Thgil's own hands were bound behind her back; these women didn't trust anyone who wasn't born of their bloodline. Only when the Gerudo would leave them would the Sheikan stand. Even dare to move over to the blonde-haired girl. Stripped of her clothes, Thgil's smile covered by the cloth that helped to mask the Sheikans face. Such a funny blood line they were, the Sheikans - very rarely could one tell their gender by just looking at them. Their clothes and voice masked by layers of bandages, cloth, and light armor. "If you fought harder, you might have kept your clothes," Thgil said, her voice muffled by cloth. "You crying for them to let you go didn't help much either.

A crack tore open the skies over Norse lands, the green field instantly turned black as the sun seemed to dissolve in a fiery blackness. The people of this land, a small viking clan that prowled the coast, watched in fear and fascination as the sky tore itself apart as if some monstrous beast was trying to claw itself through. The clouds burst into blood-red fire and for the scared mortals on the ground it seemed as though Ragnarok had truly come at last. Unfortunately for them, it was something much worse. "KRATOS!" The Greek god Zues bellowed from atop his chariot, all his might being used to cast out the God of War Kratos. For all his might Kratos found himself being ripped apart, his actions finally pushing Zues to this end. Not death, but banishment. The Greek Gods had found Kratos and his crimes too heavy for their lands to bear and have decreed for him to be cast out, far from the land of his birth and indeed the birth of any Spartan. The lands of the Norse, a land under the rule of different gods that those of Mount Olympus dared not trifle with for fear that the ensuing war would unmake all of existence. It was there, they believed, Kratos would surely meet his end. The God of War fell from the heavens, a blazing comet that lit everything around as it cut the air. Kratos showed no fear as he got one last look at the god of Olympus, only boiling rage, as the rip in the sky folded back in of itself and Kratos crashed into the ground. The land shook as the impact tore through the ground creating a huge crater in its wake. The Norsemen watched and waited from a safe distance, waiting for the smoke to clear before approaching. Their leader took the first look over the side, casting his gaze down towards the center where a human-shaped figure could be seen climbing out. The men readied their weapons as a large, pale hand rose from the crater and dug into the earth. Lifting himself up, Kratos got to his feet, twin blades already drawn ready to cleave something in two. His expression was calm but boiling with raw fury, an interesting combination for these viking lands. "Where am I?" The God of War spoke, his tongue strange and unheard of here. The clan leader stepped forward, sword drawn. He was the largest and fiercest of his clan, never once defeated in battle and composed entirely of pure muscle. His armored body sported scars from many battles, none of which had been enough to kill or even hamper his ability to kill. "Drop your weapons stranger, lest I cut off your hands and take them myself! I am...!" Almost faster than could be perceived, Kratos stretched out his arm and sliced the man lengthwise, chain drawing the blood-coated sword back to his hand. He looked at the other so-called warriors with an unimpressed glance, quickly growing annoyed with the lot of them. "I said," he repeated. "Where am I?" The Vikings almost fled at the sight of their leader killed so easily. This stranger was clearly in a league far greater than their own. That was until the bravest, or perhaps the stupidest, raised his mace and charged Kratos with the intent to kill. All it took was this one act to bring down their entire clan upon him. Kratos merely gritted his teeth, annoyed at having to deal with such flies. What happened next was hardly a battle and more akin to a slaughter. His chain blades tore through the men's bodies like air, body parts flying raining a shower of blood over the land. Not a single hit was landed on the god of war through the entire exchange, and in the end he had barely moved more than a few feet while circle of gore outlined the area around him, armor, weapons, and guts all laid out in yet another gruesome fight. At least this new land was starting out on familiar territory.

In the land of the Norse, the death of men is not meant to be the end. For the bravest of warriors, it was only the beginning. Legends speak of Valkyries, chooser of the slain, battle maidens of the gods whose job is to bring the souls of brave warriors to Valhalla. The clan that Kratos just slew, was perhaps the most powerful clan in the region. By mortal standards, these dead warriors were among the finest, it was just bad luck that they had to run into the god of war. As the crimson blood stained the pure white snow, a heavenly light descended upon the encampment. A glorious sight it was, as Valrisa, Choser of the Slain floated down from the sky into the battleground. She surveyed the chaos, knowing full well that there were plenty of worthy warriors amongst the dead. Her eyes caught a more interesting sight though, a warrior dressed in a strange manner. It would seem that he was the one who brought this carnage about, a truly worthy warrior, but one that did not belong here. "Who are you warrior? You are no mere mortal," she announced again, turning to point at the corpse of the chieftain. As she does so, her flawless golden hair swirled around her head, before landing once more on her shoulders, framing the ever-so-lovely cleavage visible in the exposed area of her armor.

Cerberus Lab Station #2141 Log Name: Ryan Swagger Password: *** Confirmation . . . Successful! A small sigh passes through the lips of the male, seeing how many more harassment mails he has accumulated over the past three weeks. Ryan has received random... users mailing him constantly over the damage he caused to their homes, jobs, families back on Illium. Human, Turian, Asari. Mainly they are Human and Turian males harassing him, threatening his life. Which, the male does not blame them for doing so. It was indeed his fault; it wouldn't have happened if Ryan and one of his troop mates followed the order of their Commanding Officer, Sergeant William Stevens. Ryan and this said troop mate were ordered to not follow leads about Blue Suns potentially importing and exporting illegal goods from Illium. Of course, in Ryan's brashness, he urged one of his troop mates to go with him. That it'd be an easy job for them to do together, earning them a rank or two up. Getting out of their runt of the litter platoon, out from under Sgt. Stevens. The only thing it got the male was a dishonorable discharge, a few counts of murder, vandalism, and a bill of one billion credits to repair all the damage he had caused to a Illium city. Most of all, the life of his troop mate that trusted him in his decision. Ryan lost everything, pretty much. Mother and father were in the Alliance Military long before they wed then conceived a child who'd follow in their footsteps. It was a few months after the boy's incident that they found out, a leaked source mailed it to them. That was a fun and happy conversation the male had between them ... only better when he told them that he was now holding a job with Ceberus. All his charges were dropped, the amount he would've needed to pay gone. Without a trace, as if every little detailed page of information was just gone from the system. That was when the male had gotten word from Cerberus that they were interested in him working for them. Military work to Military work, right? Well, his parents didn't see it that way. They labeled him a terrorist and swore him off as their heir to the head of their name. Titling his head to the left, attempting to crack the bone in his neck. A groan passing as he failed to achieve even the smallest cracking sound. His eyes jolted back and forth, up and down the screen as he waited for the inbox to fill. Ryan assumed there'd be hundreds of messages in there. A sigh of relief passing as he noticed there were only a handful. "Lets see what we got on tap for today ..." I'm coming for you, Swagger. User: I.V Sent: Ten days ago. You will pay! User: .... Sent: Nine days ago. STOP HIDING SWAGGER! User: I.V Sent: Two days ago. C.O. SGT STEVENS Name: Sent: Twenty-two minutes ago. "What's this ...?" The male asked, his eyes squinting slightly. "C.O Sergeant Stevens? From Unknown? What?" He murmured in question to himself lightly, leaning forward slightly. Clicking twice on the subject, the male watched as a small report quickly filled up the screen. "Senior Commanding Officer Sergeant Stevens was found dead ..." Voice trailing off as he read the article to himself. "This happened two weeks ago and I'm just now getting this ... who sent this!?" The male exclaimed to himself, pounding his hands against the desk. His voice wouldn't travel then outside of his room, the station wasn't that occupied by much anyways. A few guards who did shifts for patrols, doctors, mechs, androids and their patients ... test subjects. "This is obviously a sick, demented joke. Sergeant Stevens isn't dead ... nor was he assassinated. It just can't be." Ryan spoke to himself, scrolling through the mail. "Cerberus Operative Ryan Swagger," the male spoke, reading off another small part of the mail, "This link here will guide you to the already paid for purchase to Feros, your first spot to figuring out all that happened. Once clicked, you'll have two hours to get to the Lab Station #2141 docking bay. A unmanned ship will arrive and leave twenty minutes in the next two hours. Get on, or you'll regret it..." Cocking his brown eye brow, the male clicked on the link provided. Watching his screen go black, he exclaimed, "Damnit! The mail is gone!" Two hours later... A sigh passed through the lips, the male leaned against the wall that lead out of the docking bay. Dressed in a casual black Cerberus uniform. His brown bangs slowly falling in front of his face, the blue-green eyes hiding underneath his eyelids. He had his bag resting against his leg. Only had a few pieces of food, another uniform, a pistol and credits in there. Nothing was ever free ... he was wrapped up in Cerberus until he spent enough time paying off a billion credits. Though, it wasn't like he minded. Sure, he hated the fact before ... but, now, he's grown into the job. Helping humanity get more then a foot in the door to the galaxy. "Beep. Beep. Beep." "Ah ha, so, the mail wasn't just part of my imagination." That was a good sign, or so he hoped. This seemed awfully ... suspicious. Ryan had a small feeling that someone was setting him up to look like the murderer of Sgt. Stevens. Picking up his bag, the male quickly stepped toward the ship. "Off to Feros.

Lieutenant Isabel Jones requested personal leave after attending the funeral of C.O Sergeant Stevens, and received it, to her surprise. She did also get a little note telling her not to investigate... Fucking military asspants bastards. She could bet it was Cerberus. They had killed off military personnel before, and managed to pay people off to kill the investigation. Almost her entire life had been in the military: she joined up as soon as she could, leaving behind a boring colony life which would probably have been spent farming. As a biotic, she had been appreciated in the army. A decent salary, an interesting life, maybe sometimes she got shot at, but most of the time she had something to shoot back with. Maybe she never had a permanent home, she spent it going from military ship to ship, but a military pension was a good one, and she was saving up for a little place of her own. Maybe on the Citadel, taking a job in C-Sec or something when she retired from the army. But it was worth it, she thought, to break open her savings account and get a fare to Feros. She might have joined the Alliance to get out of a poor life, but she did firmly believe in justice and equality, in that all strange deaths should be explained. Being a tourist was hard, though. Officially, she was there to broaden her mind and see some Prothean ruins. Y'know. Just out of curiosity. But stuck in the port, she epically failed at it. She managed to dress like a civilian, but there was still a concealed firearm somewhere and her red hair was in a tight bun. She looked rather more like a mercenary than a soldier, but it worked. Roughly. She managed to spend a while in a coffee shop, staring at the storm outside. She was told it was unsafe to leave, and her leads werenot in this location. The waiting was making her stir crazy. Then some idiot human tried to join her, telling she had such lovely pale skin and such wonderful bone structure... That her hairstyle offset it so beautifully... She almost punched him in the face. Instead, Isabel ran off to a gunshop, dragging her suitcase with her. It didn't really encourage her potential paramour to follow her. He was left sulking with her half-finished drink, while she was talking to the turian stall-holder. "Oh, I just love the new model. Feels so soft in the hand, hardly any recoil..." "I am actually quite fond of Rosenkov Material's Karpov pistols..." "Never tried them myself, but I'd like to!" "Can give you a test run...

Misty stretched as she grabbed the bag at her little campsite. She was on a trip to the woods near Cerulean City, hunting for new Pokemon. She had only arrived there yesterday, but already she had caught several new Pokemon. Rather pleased with herself, Misty was ready to reward her hard work with a nice bath. She had purposely come to this exact point in the forest because of the nearby hot spring. With a slight hum, Misty approached the water, just out of sight of her camp, then dropped her bag at the water's edge. She glanced around quickly to ensure that she really was alone, before starting to undress, revealing her slim, naked form. Her breasts weren't big, but they were certainly noticeable even beneath her clothes. They bounced slightly as the girl removed her bra, then lastly removing her hair tie to allow it to fall free around her shoulders. "Ahhh...," Misty stepped forward and slipped into the hot water, letting herself get used to it before slipping in completely so only her head was above the surface. "I love this spot.

Mewtwo's eyes opened with a start. That girl was the first thing that came to mind. He could feel the mind of that water trainer from the nearby city, the same one who had been on his island during the tournament... That hair, that red hair, burned in his memory brightly. She was intruding upon his territory, capturing the Pokemon he was protecting... He felt the minds of the colony of clones that lived near and inside of his cave, bustling about. All of them were still there, but the trainer girl would capture them without even knowing. She must be dealt with... Lifting himself up in the air, he soared towards the location of that mind. Spying her from above, he was marginally surprised to see her nude. He had never seen a nude human before, let alone a female... He felt a stirring in his loins, not so surprising to him since he suspected human genes had been spliced into his DNA at his creation. Slowly he descended to the body of water, pressing a blanket of calmness over the girl's mind.

I'm wanting this RP to be based mainly on this pic I got from a friend. I love Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, and want to play it out well if possible. It will most likely be a two-person RP, with me playing Harley and someone else playing Ivy, but possibly a three-person RP with someone else playing an extra character. It was dark and cool, unusually so, as the desert started to cool for the winter season. A heavy rain began to fall. The town was quiet, that is, until a few moments before midnight when a coach rode towards the town, its black horses almost invisible due to the storm clouds blocking out the moon. No one was awake except in the saloon, which was just closing up as a person stumbled from the carriage and into the bar. They walked up to the counter, seeking a place for the night, and left for the upstairs as the coach rode away. It wasn't until morning that the person came down again. She sat at the bar and drank a shot of whiskey, making a face. Her clothes were smooth and framed her body; it was obvious she wasn't from anywhere nearby, let alone the same country. Be my guest?

Pamela, dressed in the green dress, which covered her but not too much, revealed most of her legs in the front. Her skin was white, but that helped to show off her body better against the green dress, her breasts seemed more plump and her butt more defined under the dress. She was the owner of this fine establishment, but that didn't mean she didn't make some money on the side with some more lucrative business practices. Mainly being the bars only showgirl, but also being a little more than just for show, but those that were only for those who she deemed worthy of her...special treatment. As the beautiful woman walked in, she nodded towards the barkeep, who slipped a special additive into the woman's drink before serving her. She strolled up to the bar, and sat down beside the woman. "Hello miss, enjoying the drink?" she asked with a smile as she looked her in the eyes.

The idea I had for it was that Ivy is a mistress for an old western whore house or something and she runs her girls as kind of femme fatales--they give men pleasure but at considerable cost to their wallet and if the man is enough of a pig, their lives. A kind of taking charge type thing. Harley stumbles in as an abused and mistreated wretch with no direction in her life and Ivy cleans her up and takes her under her wing. But then maybe some men get wise to the game, some powerful men and they go in and burn the place to the ground, locking up all the women, but Harley and Ivy escape. First, they take revenge on those men and release the women who were captured. Then they go after Harley's old boyfriend and get their revenge on him. And then they travel the countryside releasing women from men-run whore houses. And they become lovers along the way. *** The brothel burst with music and raucous laughter and other more rowdy and intimate sounds in the prime of the afternoon. Ivy stood at the counter counting her money as she listened to the sounds of hot, steamy sex going on above and watched another man or two come waltzing through the door hoping to get some tail. Nodding in acknowledgment, she looked over at the scantily clad women waiting in chairs nearby and made a motion, two of the girls getting up from the plush seats to escort the men upstairs with sultry smiles on their faces. That's it girls, Ivy thought to herself with a wicked grin. Take 'em for all they're worth. Dressed in flowing and frilled green silks and lace, plump curves emphasized here and there and cleavage bursting from her bodice, her beauty classic and majestic, there was no mistaking that she was the owner and Mistress of this place. Men came here to feed their libido and egos and she made sure to take them down several pegs by having her girls rob them and kicking them out on their butts. It served them right for being pigs in the first place.

Later that day, a cold wind blew through the town. And a single horse could be seen in the distance, the rider just a blur. A few minutes later, the horse stopped in the center of the town, as if too tired to go on. The person riding fell to the ground barely moving. She looked like she wasn't even breathing. Her form was well-shaped in the leather coat and button-up top she wore. Tight leather pants clung to her well-built frame. Her clothes were partially torn, a bloody spot on her shoulder and left side. Blood pooled into the dirt around her and she didn't move any other than her chest rising and falling. Several slashes like whip marks crisscrossed over her back.

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 said. "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.

Daphne had heard about the new nightclub, so naturally she decided she would scope it out. When she had arrived with one of her girlfriends from high school, she took one look at the line before turning to her. "There's no way we're getting in," she muttered in an annoyed tone. "Relax Daph. I got this," her friend reassured her, walking up to the bouncer. She squeezed her breast together, making her cleavage larger as she glanced up at the bouncer. Just then, the bouncer had given the order to open it up. He seemed interested in the girl and as he let the file of people in, he beckoned them into the VIP section. Daphne kept a cool smirk as she walked in behind her friend. She couldn't believe they had pulled it off. She ran a hand through her auburn hair. Daphne laughed as they went to the bar. Her friend had grabbed them two shots of tequila and she immediately down them after cheering to her friend's work. "Let's go dance!" she yelled through the loud music. Daphne laughed, nodding as she followed her to one of the stages. She started dancing, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the house music, letting the effects of the tequila take over.

Devil's Kettle; a shithole of a town with a population of less than ten thousand people. Shocking, eh? Most people think places like Devil's Kettle don't exist anymore. A full town of a measly ten thousand people? Impossible, right? Wrong. There weren't many places like this left, but there were a few and they mainly were all around each other. Devil's Kettle was surrounded by about three other towns just like it; small, quaint, completely ordinary. It was just the luck of the draw that this particular town got named so fortunately. You see, Devil's Kettle was named after this really insanely deep hole in the ground. Scientists throw all kinds of shit down there, but nothing ever comes back up. It's really, really kind of creepy, but nobody else really thinks so except the teens who live there. A giant hole in the ground really isn't a tourist attraction, so Devil's Kettle just stays a small, quiet town. It's really a perfect place for retirees, not for anyone else really. Unfortunately, this is where Bobby and countless other teens live, in Devil's Kettle. You see, nobody really came to their little town like...ever. Sure, people drove through it on their way to bigger and better things, but no one actually stayed, bought a house, and raised a family. No, the families that have been here have been here forever. All of the children knew one another, regardless if they were in the same social class or not. The teens in this town have been friends since the sandbox and usually, sandbox love never dies. Bobby couldn't help but grin widely as Jesse scored the winning basket to tonight's basketball game. If you didn't know them, you wouldn't believe that Bobby and Jesse had been friends since before they could remember. Bobby was your average, everyday teenager, not really excelling at anything but decent enough in everything else too. Jesse on the other hand was your stereotypical jock. He was great at basketball, probably because the guy did nothing but practice, but still. He gave an enthusiastic wave to the crowd as he ran across the court, only being distracted from the game when he heard a hearty chuckle behind him. He turned slowly, his brow raised as he spotted a dumb ass redneck, Mark. "What?" He questioned, his tone a bit bitchy. "So how many times has Jesse fucked you now?" The slightly overweight boy questioned as he adjusted his camouflage hat. Mark was someone that Bobby certainly didn't get along with. Ever since preschool the two had never gotten along, not even once. Not only was Mark repulsive, but he had a personality to match it and he was usually accusing Bobby and Jesse of being boyfriends, ever since the first goddamn time they met. "Really, Mark? This shit again? He's my fucking best friend!" The boy protested, flipping the bird at the male. Now, usually it was Jesse who defended their friendship against this asshole, but obviously the man was kicking ass at basketball at the moment. Besides, it was obvious from how much Jesse got laid that he wasn't busy fucking Bobby on the side. Hell, it was pretty much a guarantee that Jesse had fucked more women than Mark had even thought of screwing. "Yeah, emphasis on the fucking part." The boy said with a quick shove to Bobby's shoulder. Bobby couldn't help but roll his eyes and groan slightly. He was used to this kind of bullshit from Mark, but he didn't really care. It was obvious that he and Jesse were best friends, nothing more, nothing less. The final bell rang, signaling the end of the game and everyone applauded the winning team before heading out or congratulating them, Bobby being one of them. "Congratulations on the winning shot, sugar tits." The boy teased with a grin as he stepped up to the taller male.

He's panicking. He's gonna go right. Just keep bouncing the ball. Dribble it quickly... Trick his eyes up. He's gonna go left. I'm gonna fake em' then go right. I'm going to pass to Ricky, run up to center court and catch the ball. I'm then gonna shoot a three-pointer... Show these fucking pansy-ass boys what a real basketball champ can do. Just as Jesse had mapped out in his head, he was doing. He bounced that brown ball, dribbling it between his legs. His sparkling emerald eyes stayed on the male before him as he dribbled the ball through his legs one more time before gracefully moving to his left, and spinning right. He tripped up the brunette before him. Calling out Ricky's name, he then passed the ball. Somehow through all of that he noticed Bobby's wave. Green eyes darted over to his BF and he managed a wave as well while he ran up to the center of the court. JESS! shouted Ricky snapping the blonde back into reality. He nodded, the ball came flying to him. Taking a couple more steps he shot the ball. Cuff~ That sweet sound of the net catching his ears. YEAH! he roared triumphantly as that bell rang. It felt good. Real good to kick that other team's ass. "Yeah way to go Jess...shooting that three-pointer like that..." "Shit dude it was nothing. I can do that with my eyes blindfolded and my an arm tied behind my back." He grinned widely as they all lined up to shake the losing team's hands. There was nothing sweeter to him than the decadent taste of victory. "Congratulations on the winning shot, sugar tits." "Thanks, sweet cheeks." Jesse replied with a grin as he turned to face Bobby. Oh sweet dear Bobby. He was the only friend he could hang out with that was always obsessing over his awesomeness at life. Bobby was the only other person out of the whole school he could feel human with...normal for once. The only person who didn't expect so much of him. For such qualities in a person, the kid earned a lot of respect from him... And anybody else around who didn't want to face the wrath of Jesse. "Holy shit dude. I've got something real exciting to show you after game. After I come from the showers meet me at my car. You're gonna love this..." The blond said shortly before darting off into the lockers. He had been planning this day for months. His favorite group, Sexahollic XXX, was coming to their town. They were an all-girl group who rocked hard as shit. He'd never liked girl bands....but this band rocked hard. They played heavy metal all while looking sexy, and sounding good. He quickly showered, combing back his shoulder length blonde hair with his fingers before tossing on his white tee and blue denim jeans. Putting on his boots, he hurried out to the parking lot of the school. "Alright, you are going to love this, dude. Sexahollic, that group I was telling you about is coming to our town. I heard they can really play live... it's not like they lip sync or any of that bullshit. I know you aren't into all the music I'm into but you'll like these girls. They have this kind of effect on me you know~ Like when Dalilah...the lead singer sings...I feel like I'm in a whole 'nother place like some weird twilight zone shit. But anyway, hurry come on hop in so I can show you..." Jesse urged Bobby, as he unlocked the car doors to his mustang... Well, dad's mustang. Whatever he let him drive it like it was his. "Hey, pass me one of those beers from the back seat when you get in," Jesse added.

Ensign Surok tried his best to maintain his composure as he walked down the winding corridors towards Holodeck Nine with slow, deliberate steps. He nodded politely as he passed his fellow crewmates, none of whom would notice the light beads of sweat upon the young Vulcan's brow, nor the Holoprogram clutched tightly within his fist. "The Pon farr must be upon me!" he thought to himself, which was only confirmed by the way he inartfully turned his head to stare at the nearly-overflowing bust of a passing female. Although it would be extremely unusual for a Vulcan as young as he to go into heat, that seemed to be the only plausible explanation for the "symptoms" he had been experiencing. Still mateless, it was rather fortunate that he had been able to acquire a Holodeck program from a shady-looking Ferengi who promised it would take care of all his needs, and more. His footsteps quickened as he neared the large bay doors leading to the Holodeck, yet strangely they did not open when he approached. "Computer, open door to Holodeck Nine," he commanded in a monotone. "Access denied. Holodeck Nine has suffered significant system corruption and is closed for maintenance." A hint of annoyance would cross the Vulcan's features as he quickly input several key commands into the panel. "Override accepted. You may experience anomalies with your Holodeck program. Have a good day." The large bay doors quickly opened with a soft whooshing sound, and Ensign Surok would wait for them to close behind him before he inserted his Holoprogram labelled "Intergalactic Harem" into the arch panel.

The grid of yellow lines shimmered as if they were behind a heat wave, and then were replaced with featureless grey squares, as if he was in a large box of deck plating. The computer spoke again, this time with a slow, sensual female voice. "Welcome to the Harem. Welcome to the Harem. Error in code sector four. Please input the parameters required." The room pulsed a brief red, as if an invisible warning light had flashed briefly.

All was rather quiet around 8 pm in the Seireitei. The leaves in the gardens dotting the Seireitei were beautiful shades of gold, red and brown. It was just right outside in the night air, not too hot, not too cold. A light drizzle sprinkled the ground, making noise as they hit the roof of Taicho Toshirou Hitsugaya's office. Inside the Taicho and his Fukutaicho sat at their respective desks, with Hitsugaya doing the paperwork Matsumoto had been assigned, as per usual. Matsumoto let out a faint huff, watching her captain as he did her half of the paperwork. "Oh Taicho, why don't you ever take a break? All those papers must be stressing you out big time," she said, voice sing-song like. Although what she really wanted to do was to get her Taicho drunk and maybe have some fun with him. Reaching into her desk, the female pulled out a lollipop and unwrapped it. She licked it once, seductively, before taking it into her mouth. The whole display was sexual, as Matsumoto wanted to tease her Taicho. It was always fun when he finally did get aroused, as she usually walked off without a word. Leaving a guy hanging only made it better if they really got down to business, so she mused.

If I don't get this done, I'll have a long discussion with the General, and I'd rather not be on the bad side of his fiery temper," he said, placing the finished stack of papers. He was used to her antics by now, finding them an annoying distraction from his duties. "And your kind of fun would have me as bad as Kyoraku, and I'd rather be boring than drunk," he added with a dry frown. He caught her display out of the corner of his eye, his mind making the connection almost instantly from her licking and sucking. Shaking his head, he got back to work, continuing to scribble down reports, trying to ignore the buxom beauty distracting him.

Don't you ever sleep?" A voice chided as the office began to fill with people after a few hours of near hallowed silence. The only people who had filled it's interior during the time most in the department were laying in bed next to loved ones and trying to dream about things not involving death had been a lone female working at her computer and the custodial crew. "Sure I do," the female in question replied with a slight upturn of her lips as she reluctantly tore her eyes from the screen to stare at the middle-aged woman holding two cups of coffee in her hand and dressed in 'business casual'. Or as Michelle liked to call her, 'Soccer Mom Executive.' "You were there at the computer when I left at five yesternight, have you moved at all? Have you eaten?" The older of the two harped with her now free hand on her hip and eyes glowering down at the Asian woman sitting at her desk. "I moved..a little." Michelle replied meekly as she sipped her coffee and inwardly sighed with relief. Caffeine was a gift from the Gods in her opinion and she'd been in sore need of some. But that's why she adored Marjorie so much. Always knowing who needed a refill on coffee, a bite to eat or even a kind word when nerves were worn thin. Michelle had seen her tackle a grieving family in the deepest pits of despair and five minutes later, talk a hostile ex-husband out of doing something extremely stupid. "Moving fingers while typing doesn't count," Majorie said, shaking her head. "You know if Sanderson knew you had been here all night, he'd blow an artery. Go outside, get some air. The case will still be here when you get back. I'm the one who has to listen to that man bitch when I file all the hours away to payroll." Michelle huffed in mock annoyance, pulling the chair out and pointing to the office door. Slowly, Michelle got up out of her chair and skittered towards the door and was greeted by a blast of cold air and early morning sun. Tristan would likely be arriving soon, and maybe then she could sneak back in and get back to work. The latest case to come across their desk stumped her and she hated hitting the proverbial wall. Two murders, the victims were members of Humans for Humanity, a hate group that lobbied against vampire owned businesses and urged to reinstate 'Varmant' laws, which would give any citizen legal right to hunt lycanthropes. According to the report, the victims were killed by vampires and though they showed signs of bite marks and draining, the wounds seemed wrong. Far too messy even for a new vampire and yet, where did all the extra blood go if not in a vampire's belly? And the Master of the City's decree that any members of HH that were found near his residence would be dealt with severely only made things worse. The sight of the sun rising made all of those hours she'd spent reading and reviewing tapes and pictures all come to a head and she finally wilted a yawn before sipping her coffee. "I was feeling fine until I came out here.."She groused to herself, glancing at her reflection in the office window and trying to straighten out her hair. Even though she looked like something that stepped out of Seven Samurai, Michelle concidered herself more American than anything else. Even if she hadn't come to the states until she was a small girl. Her mother had wanted her to be a doctor or a housewife, but even as an infant, she followed in her father's direction and showed more interest in playing cops and robbers than dolls growing up. Now that she was pushing twenty-eight, her mother feared that she'd never recieve grandchildren from her oldest. Another yawn and she shook her head while stamping her feet to get the blood moving through her body once more. Maybe she'd shock her partner and suggest an early lunch as she took another sip of her coffee.

Tristan yawned as he entered the double doors at the entrance of the building's lobby. Sleep had been something scarce lately, but it was to be expected with this job. At least he had more energy than that of his human days. As he mused that thought, a small flash of white showed with a toothy grin, inhuman fangs flashing briefly. Inhuman mahogany eyes were weak and weary. Dark black hair was tied back, reaching just between his shoulderblades. A few shorter strands fell in his face, giving his eyes a small level of intimacy that he couldn't possibly achieve otherwise, as weary as he was. Caffeine was a common commodity in the office, but his damned metabolism needed an abundance of it. Between Michelle and Tristan the amount of caffeine intake daily was scary. He took his black too. Highest of concentration. No sugar. As he headed up to Michelle's office, he realized he was sort of on autopilot today. Though, he knew it wasn't going to be an issue once he was in Michelle's company. She had enough energy and was active enough to keep him on his feet. Luckily Tristan himself had an active personality and could keep up with the most prestegious detective in the agency. It did, however, take far more effort than he liked to put forth. More so than he would have liked to admit. Michelle seemed a bit caught up in her reflection when he first started watching her. She was a lovely little number, he couldn't help but notice. Instinctively his gaze seemed to flare to life as soon as his eyes rested upon her image. The Lycan placed a gentle knock on the door as he drew in his last leisurely breath. The rest of the day would be dedicated to his partner, murders, and homicides. "You're just wasting company time trying to look pretty." he teased as he watched her play with her hair. He was still, almost eerily so. The wolf in him often poked through his human facade and did things the normal human body wasn't capable of doing. Watching her body language for a few moments, he realized she was probably trying to become warm. "I have a few propositions for you, you know? To get you all nice and warm." He couldn't help but flash her a handsome grin. Crossing the room, breaking his still stance, he loomed over her. He took a sip of his coffee and waited for her to propose the day's agenda. Walking closer to her, he glanced over her shoulder scoping her desk for any sign of paperwork. Standing at 6'3", it was pretty easy to do as his lean, muscled body towered over her.

It had been a little over a year when Harry had lost the big fight and many of the old order had gone into hiding. Hermione had no idea what had happened to Ron, Ginny, or Luna; she had chosen what she thought was the smartest way to stay hidden - returning to a muggle life. The witch had sent her parents away and told them it was better for them not to know where she was. After all, she knew that the dark lord would stop at nothing to destroy those who opposed him. Now, the female worked at a strip club in South Dakota - as far from home as possible. She had done her best to hide her British accent and now went by the name Bailey. She had grown into a lovely young lady with stunning curves and long curly hair. The bright eyes were always on the lookout, and a troubled mind reminded her that she should not use her wand. How she hated that she had been forced to return to an average life. In five minutes, she would be on that stage again, peeling away every piece of clothing she currently had covering her body. As the manager walked in one last time, Hermione stood in front of the mirror. A bright pink latex miniskirt barely covered the black, see-through lace thong that covered what very private area she had left. A bright pink latex bra covered her now c-cupped breasts, and a black net shirt covered that. Matching pink boots, made of the same material as the skirt, came just below the knee as she heard them announce her name. The brown eyes swept the crowd for anything dangerous before the slim form began to move to her song. It was a fast upbeat sound that made her move her body in quick motions. Hoping onto the bar, she hooked her legs over head and slide down the pole slowly while letting the net skirt fall from her features.

A tall man was sitting up front, watching her. The man was Lord Voldemort, however, he had disguised himself magically, to look like a Muggle. After he had defeated that Potter nuisance, and all of the remaining rebellion scattered, Voldemort had decided he would go on ahead and punish those who had stood against him. Tonks, Ginny, Luna... they were all dealt with, already. Most of the older women, and the men, were tortured out of information... It wasn't until just a couple of weeks ago that he heard about where Hermione was. Voldemort looked up at her, and pulled out one hundred dollars worth of muggle money. "Hey, cutie," he said. "Why don't you take me to a private room for a private dance?" He said, and then stood up to rub her thigh, and look up her skirt.

Hinata moved swiftly and silently through the thick forests that surrounded Konoha and filled much of the Fire Country. She was headed for an area close to the border to meet someone rather special - Itachi Uchiha, who had been pardoned of his crimes after many years. But old hatreds died hard, and many refused to believe that Itachi had been working for the good of Konoha. That's why Hinata was going so far to meet with him. She stopped at the edge of a clearing, waiting for a few moments before walking out into the center. "He should be here soon," she said.

A small smile moved across his lips, as his escort came into view. She wasn't exactly what he had expected, but he couldn't really expect her to be how she was in his memories. Her skin was lightly tanned, covering the skin outside of her dark blue shirt, which sported a small red and white fan stitched on the back, though it was slightly crooked, with threads sticking out. She completed her outfit with a pair of white shorts and dark, open sandals. He looked like he had before leaving Konoha. "You've grown, Hyuuga-san," he commented, approaching her.

Rukia sighed boredly as she folded her arms behind her head, laying in Ichigo's closet and staring up at the ceiling. She was alone in the house, Ichigo having gone out with his friends, his sisters staying at friends houses and his father away at a conference. "Geez...Ichigo could've at least had the decency to invite me out with him instead of just dumping me here," The girl grumbled for a few moments, then blinked slightly as a realization hit her. "....I'm all alone...now I think about it...I haven't been alone for a long time." A sly smirk started to spread across Rukia's face, then she quickly sat up, tugging off the dress she was wearing, tossing it out of the closet to the floor of Ichigo's room. It was followed shortly by Rukia's bra, then quickly by her panties, leaving Rukia completely naked. Her small but perky breasts poked from her chest, just above her smooth flat stomach, running down to a hairless pussy and a...cock? Rukia was rather gifted among Shinigami women, the cock hanging limply between her legs, dangling about 3 inches down, only as thick as her finger, but that would soon change. One hand went to Rukia's breasts, squeezing them, then pinching her nipple, gasping at the sensation, her cock twitching. Her other hand went to see to that twitching, wrapping around the small cock, squeezing and stroking it, encouraging it to begin growing. Slowly but surely, it was growing longer and thicker. With every breath Rukia took, her cock twitched and grew more, every passing second bringing it more and more to fruition. In only a few seconds, Rukia was now at full hardness, and it was quite the transformation. What had been a thin, three inch limp cock had now become an 11 inch long, 2 inch thick, steel hard flesh rod. "Mmmm...hey baby...it's been a long long time," Rukia licked her lips, now using both hands to grasp her cock, starting to pump it, groaning loudly. Oh how long it had been since she felt this, since she had even had an erection, let alone been able to please herself in this way. Leaning forward, Rukia started to lick at the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that was now pouring from her, the clear liquid smearing over her breasts and stomach, her moans of ecstasy echoing throughout the house.

Ichigo had returned home a bit earlier than expected. Rukia was far too busy to hear him walk inside. He did not see her in the house as he looked around. Usually if the house was empty, she would be looking around in amazement at all of the human conveniences. He walked up to his room slowly feeling tired and would take this time away from both his friends and his newly acquired shinigami duties to take a nice nap. When he got to his door, he began to hear the soft whimpery moans coming from his room. He got extra quiet and slowly went in, only to find his room empty. He listened closely and could tell that they were coming from the closet. The streetlight beside his window was perfect for lighting up his room. It also filled his closet with light because the closet door had gotten jammed recently and did not close all the way. Ichigo got low to the ground and peeked into the closet to see what was going on. He almost fell backwards when he saw the source of the muffled moans. He couldn't believe it and had to take everything in slowly. He couldn't look away as he watched Rukia's tiny mouth and soft lips hugging her swollen cock head. He could see her throat move as she gulped down mouthfuls of precum that had built up and she let savored on her tongue. Every now and then her tongue would slide out and lick around her head in small fast circles. By doing this, it caused both precum and saliva to fall from her lips, down her chin, and to her already glazed chest. He then noticed how sexy her tiny breasts looked as they shone in the light due to the wet mess that covered them. His eyes then looked at the long thick shaft that was being worked on by her small hands, which only made the cock look even bigger. The size was amazing and it was so thick and throbbing. He also saw how her thighs were also wet and shiny from the extreme sensations must have caused her pussy to become soaked. Ichigo could not move or think. His cock had never felt more stiff in his entire life as he watched a tiny girl enjoy her gifted body.

Temari sighed as she moved through the dusty bookcases in the basement of a Konoha building. She was in the Leaf Village on assignment, at the orders of her brother, but she had seemingly been relegated to cleanup duty. She had requested some old scrolls that Konoha had taken from the Sand Village many years ago, intending to return them home as a gesture of peace, but the scrolls had long since been lost among the many others down here. She coughed as she moved more scrolls, kicking up a large amount of dust, before forcing her way past another bookcase, entering one of the oldest storage areas. "Okay," she said, "they're probably around here." Temari started to move around, checking through some of the scrolls and looking for one with her village's mark upon it. Unfortunately, the marks on the outside of some scrolls had faded away, leaving her with little choice but to start opening them up. Most of the scrolls had long since become blank, though eventually Temari picked one up and blinked. It was slightly different from the others, the paper much heavier, the string thick enough to have various faded symbols etched onto it. "Hm," she said, "this is probably one of ours." Slowly, Temari started to unwrap the scroll, removing the string carefully, before starting to unroll the paper carefully...

The wards on the string had been getting weaker for the past few years, but so had the thing they had kept in. Long ago, a monster had been sealed away by the Sand Tribe; it was the stuff of legends and myths, no longer thought to be real. But it came out at night and ravaged women by the dozen, any woman who got too close to it was lost forever. Always, she would crave after the demon's touch, never being satisfied unless it was by her own hand. That demon was in the scroll that Temari had just picked up. As the wards on the string were broken, the demoness awoke and felt the wards on the scroll itself were weak from age. All that was needed was the page to be opened, and she could be free. It was so sudden that it even took the demoness by surprise, and she had to shake her head to clear it. All Temari would have seen was a flash of light marking the release of a jutsu. Before her stood a woman that any man would die over seeing, and any woman would lust after, no matter how straight she might be. The woman stepped forward and brushed her hand against Temari's cheek. "Are you the one who released me?" she asked, smiling. "Thank you, my dear. I will have to reward you for it." Her eyes filled with lust.

Fail after fail was passed out towards the Gryffindor class. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't because Snape was in a bad mood. Well, it was partially that. It was also because Snape had given the class only 5 minutes to study. The test that was given had 60 questions on it, and studying 60 questions in 5 minutes was nearly impossible. Severus Snape lingered by the door, passing out the tests to the students, surprised when he handed out a passing grade to a student, but he remembered that this student was an overachiever, so the student probably read the book before, and read it again within the testing time. Severus closed the door behind him and sat down at his desk. He opened a compartment underneath the desk and pulled out a picture, the picture of Lily. It was enclosed in a gold picture frame. Snape looked at the picture, and pushed some of his black hair out of his face. "Mudblood!" His voice shouted in his head. Severus ran his hand through his hair, feeling his heart being ripped in two, and this happened every day. Severus opened up his door when his Slytherin class was supposed to attend, and he kept the demeanor that he usually did around students, the illusion that he was fine. Slytherin students would openly mock him if they saw him holding a picture of a Mudblood. "Attention class," he said. "I am going to be giving you all a test on the material that you should have read yesterday. Page 130 to 150." The class looked alarmed, but knew they couldn't argue. "If there are any questions, you may approach my desk." It was then that Snape sat down.

Vanity Grayle. One of the tallest girls in the class, slender, with a frame that looked far too delicate, and skin that was so pale it was almost translucent. She was probably archetypal of the rest of the school's view of a typical Slytherin... manipulative, willing to do whatever it took to claw her way ahead, and far too coldly clever for comfort. She was, ironically, always rather primly turned out. High collars, long skirts, neat robes that never had a wrinkle, hair either combed into stern obedience or firmly tied back into a severe ponytail. Her ponytail bobbed as she approached the desk, book held open and ready before her. "Professor Snape?" Her voice was as smooth as molasses on silk. It tended to make the male libido sit up and take notice. "I don't really understand what this ingredient brings to the range of potions here. Surely it would just neutralize the aconite?" She held the book out, large dark eyes gazing at him with a hint of secret meaning.

Moving on to thread. Jinta had no notion that he had begun to daydream a bit further into what he had. For once he would most likely lie about it. Saying he was having no such dream. There was a high chance that he would get caught. Yet either way he would try, it wasn't something he really wanted to admit. Though that was more along the lines of how she would respond to the entire thought. They couldn't get close to anyone else so there only option for that kind of relationship- Jinta quickly began shaking the thoughts from his mind focusing on the task at hand. These thoughts were creeping into his mind every now and again nowadays. As he heard his sister calling out through the watch he quickly looked around. Suddenly around the Auditorium flew a purple barrier. Humming to himself, Jinta tapped his glasses looking up at the barrier, an odd structure. With his glasses he began examining it trying to find a way to break it. Once he heard the voice of a woman, he groaned turning around. His eye twitched slightly, how original... A dominatrix, one of the most annoying things. That ugly leather getup with a cape, why was it he always ended up with the women? He wished for once he would fight a normal enemy. Either way, he figured he would play with her. "Oh, no, a big bad whip. What are you going to do punish me for being a bad boy?" Jinta asked acting innocent, turning around and sticking his rear at her before turning back around. It was clear he was mocking her, not even taking her seriously. He wasn't afraid of a little whip, if he survived explosion after explosion. There was little a simple whip could do to hurt him. "If that's your only toy, you're going to have some problems. A regular old whip isn't going to do much against me, you second-rate comic book villain." Jinta spoke, sticking his tongue out before getting into position. Even though he knew he could take a beating from the whip, he was unsure what else she had. Though there was little she could hide, he knew from the past. They always had something to hide.

Growling lightly, the dominatrix was getting rather agitated by the insolent attitude of the boy, cracking her whip harder against the ground. "Second rate?!" she exclaimed. "I'll have you know this is far from a normal 'toy,' little boy." Smirking, she twirled the whip about, then snapped it towards him, wrapping it around his leg, clicking something on the bottom of the whip handle, causing a taser-worth of electricity to course through him. She smiled as she held it there, before cracking it back. "See? Fun little thing, isn't it? Ready to give up, cutie? Or shall I have to punish you even more?" The woman teased, slowly walking closer, her stiletto boots clicking on the rooftop, smiling as she closed the distance between herself and Jinta, cape following predictably in the wind. Like most cookie-cutter villains, she was as cocky as they come.

Reserved: Further Information Will Be Posted This is a private role play between Anansi and frizzyizzy. If you are not one of those two people, then please do not post. Thank-you! Characters Kasumi Higurashi Age: 18 Favorite Things: Breakfast Food - Sunny side up egg on buttered toast with tall glass of orange juice. Lunch Food - Anything served in her pink bento lunch box <3 Dinner Food - Warm, fresh, home made food! Unless if it's supposed to be eaten cold... Others - Food, sweets, rabbits, kittens, strawberries, painting, happy things! Disliked Things: Sour attitudes, stressful environments, the dark, being alone, and hearing herself sneeze! Motto: Grey skies are gonna clear up, so put on a happy face! Akira Mako Age: 23 Favorite: Breakfast Food - Pancakes Lunch Food - Unadon Dinner Food - Katsudon Others - Collects swords and machetes. Disliked Things: Sneaky people! D< Motto: "I will always want more!" Animals - Cows x0 - Chickens x2 - Sheep x0 - Pigs(?) x0 - Goats x0 - Horses x0 - Ducks x0 - Pets x0 Maps The Farm The farm has a main house, pasture, barn, chicken coop with fencing, three feilds, a tool shed, and storage/processing building. The House The house is standard, and rather crappy. Until cleaned up, and reorganised. The Town Center The town is made up of the following shops: - City Hall - Inn - Blacksmith - Cafe - Library - Clinic - General Store But makes up with housing mostly. Outside of town is a group of carpenters, they live in the forrest. The Valley Itself The valley is trapped between the mountains, foothills, and the ocean. There is a main road that leads off to the city. Townspeople They will be listed here upon encounter. Mayor A short man, with a large bald forehead, itty bitty black eyes, and a round nose. He wears an extremely long top hat, and is rather-- insane. Daiki One of the three carpentors. He is six foot eight and has bronzed skin. He is rather reserved and quiet. Atsuo The second of the three carpentors. He is five foot ten, also has white skin with a slight tan to it. He is upbeat and social. Festivals S P R I N G New Year's Festival: A little get together celebrating the new year with all the villagers at Romana's Villa. Sowing Festival: A day where everyone celebrates the sowing of fields by planting in the community garden patch. Flower Festival: Dress up in pretty kimonos, and celebrate with everyone in the beauty of the flowers! Cooking Festival: It's a battle between the chefs in the valley. Van, who is secretly also a gourmet, acts as a Judge. He will test the cooking, to choose a winner. Everyone in the village also gets to eat some of the scrumptious food~ Valentine's Day: Give a gift to friends, or that special someone~ In the evening, there is a dance in the town square. Kasumi's birthday S U M M E R Swimming Festival: Break open the season with a quick swim out to the giant rocks, and back! The first one to returns is victor, and gains bragging rights. Vegetable Festival: Show off your best vegetables, and trade what you can. Today is about celebrating the food from The Harvest Goddess's bosom. Firefly Festival: A solemn day where small boats are lit and sent off to see to ease the souls of the dead. Fireworks: KA-BAM! Invite that special someone to celebrate today with~ F A L L Harvest Festival: Everyone pitches in to make a giant stew! A golden figurine is dropped in as well. Whoever finds it becomes the Harvest King! Egg Festival: Eggs are hidden around the valley. If you can find one, bring it to Ruby to gain your prize! Pumpkin Festival: Everyone makes a pumpkin-based dish for a fun evening of music and good company! Full Moon Viewing Festival: Ask someone special to sit with you in the romantic moonlight. Akira's birthday is late the 29th! WINTER Thanksgiving: Share dinner with someone special. Spirit Festival: Send away angry spirits by playing the orcianna! Starry Night Festival: Ask someone you like to cuddle close to you while watching the Winter stars. Stocking Festival: Hang your socks, and Santa will leave you a present. But make sure you are asleep! New Year's Eve Festival: Celebrate the year's end with your friends at the Blue Bar! Emerging from the high mountain pass, Kasumi paused. Looking up from the brim of her large straw sun hat, she saw clear sky; a few fat clouds clumped here and there. Feeling a cooling breeze against her skin, she smiled softly. What a wonderful feeling it was, to have the wind against your face. Not just any wind, but cool, crisp whisps rolling off of the salty ocean, across feilds of flowers onto your pink cheeks; it was invigorating. Continuing on her way down the dirt path, the trees began to sprout out of the ground again, creating an overlap of branches WAY above her head. Comming to a bright exit, she looked back down the main road, then continued walking. Her backpack weighed heavily against her back as she strove to move forward. How much further? She walked, and walked, crossing a bridge over a steady stream; two people fishing just upstream. She huffed a bit, it was a bad idea to walk the entire way here. Hopefully her packages would make it alright... She shrugged a little, before yanking on the straps of her old, worn blue backpack. It was stuffed to the limit! Things rattled and buzzed inside of it, making strange sounds as she walked through the serene valley. Eventually, she made it into town. People hustled and bustled in a rather slow fashion. She stopped, and asked for directions before being lead to city hall. A bright smile came over her face once she found the bright yellow building with the clock face above the entrance; that is until she spotted it. The same colored crumpled newspaper being carried in by a no-good villainous scoundrel! She puffed out her cheeks, and quickly marched to the building; wanting to purchase the land first! She pushed the door open, took two steps before---UMPH! Kasumi Higurashi, age 18, bumped into a tall man who held the newspaper. It was such a force that she was knocked back onto her bottom. "Owie~" Whimpered the blonde. Her hat had been successfully knocked off to reveal a head of golden blonde curls. She had fair white skin, that many would assume to be a model rather than a farmer. But this was her life, and she made the choices. Right now, it was rubbing her bottom! Today, the young woman wore deep blue jean short-shorts. Her long legs bent on the ground in a rather klutzy position. She also wore a soft gray t-shirt, with a black sports bra beneath it. Boy! Did she have them breasts. She looked up to him with a pair of large, blue eyes that shimmered with slight tears from the pang of falling on her bottom.

Akira made his way through town slowly after he'd parked his car near the outskirts. It was rather small like he'd remembered it. His massive frame was something rather surprising for a young Japanese man, well muscled and broad, standing at six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds he looked more like a prize fighter. His tailored suit hugged his body with each movement he made and as he peered about he sighed on occasion holding up his phone and flicking back his deep black hair. "Gah! No signal still," he said as he continued. He found himself having a news paper catch his eye which he picked up. Looking to it, he smirked. "This must be a mistake. I could have sworn we owned this... better go clear it up." Turning, he adjusted his shades and headed towards town hall, still on occasion checking for a signal. He wondered if he should have simply splurged for the satellite phone, but as he turned a corner, he felt a small thump against his chest. Looking down, he saw the girl rubbing her backside. Leaning in to help her, his shades slipped forward as he did so. His startlingly blue eyes looked into hers as he gave a smile. "Excuse me. Wasn't watching my path." He said. "I'm so big most people... you know, just move." He continued before giving a soft chuckle.

Yuna stared at the consoles, wondering if any of those numbers were actually that important. Brother and Shinra had made it sound like if one thing went wrong, the entire ship would come crashing down in a spectacular manner. Yuna doubted that anything that horrible would happen, but she also didn't want to take the chance. Sighing, she made a few more adjustments. Thankfully Cid had taught all the girls some of the basics of flying the ships. Shinra had been quite helpful as well. The ex-summoner adjusted her top, shifting about and trying to get as comfortable as possible. "Where's Rikku? She should be helping with all this," said an irritated voice behind her. Yuna didn't have to look to know it was Paine. The gothic girl had been with Yuna for the last hour or so, helping as best she could. The two had started off performing quite well, but frustrations had a tendency to get the better of everyone. They'd certainly gotten the better of Paine. "She's probably in her room," replied Yuna. She turned another dial, already preparing herself to block out Paine's comments. The older girl might be terse to a fault, which meant that the comments generally limited themselves to one well put sentence. That didn't magically make hearing it any better. Yuna rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wished that Paine and Rikku weren't always at each other's throats. A light had started flashing on the panel. Curious, Yuna looked at it, trying to remember what it meant. "That's for Rikku's room," interjected Paine. She stood over Yuna, also looking. She frowned. "We should probably go check it out. Rikku probably hit the alarm on accident." Sighing, Yuna agreed and volunteered herself for the job, figuring that Paine should stay up to handle the ship for now. The older woman decided that she wanted to tag along anyway. Paine probably wanted a chance to yell at Rikku for misbehaving. Yuna pushed herself off and began following Paine to Rikku's room. Yuna wore her normal outfit; tight blue shorts, long boots, hair in a trailing tail behind her. Paine too wore her traditional outfit, her own boots clinking. The walk was familiar, and even with the elevators it didn't take long before both girls stood before the sliding doors. As usual, Paine went in first, Yuna soon following. They had barely stepped over the threshold when Yuna began to feel lightheaded. She looked to Paine, opening her mouth to try and say something. Before she could, she felt unconsciousness sweeping over her...

When they awoke, their hands were bound tightly, just like an Al Bhed would do. Their clothes had been stripped from their bodies and laid on Rikku's bed. They heard Rikku's voice as she said, "You two are finally coming around. I should have used less gas." She smiled with a grin as she started to massage Yuna's breasts, saying, "Just a reminder, there's no use calling for help because we're the only ones on this ship." Then she began to rub on Yuna's breasts, pinching her nipples and rubbing them with her soft hands. She smiled as she rubbed them, saying, "Come on, Yunie. Give Rikku a soft moan. Brother wants to hear you sing and dance." Killing her with a kiss on the lips as she rubbed her breasts.

Yara hurried over the ice, moving away from the large village made of ice. The village of the northern water tribe was an impressive sight, shaped and maintained by the powerful water benders who lived there. But Yara's destination was outside the village, out on the plains of ice. It was just a hut, where she met in secret as often as possible with a skilled water bender who was teaching her. In the northern water tribe, it was forbidden for women to learn water bending for anything other than healing. For a woman to fight, it was not allowed. Yara wasn't satisfied with that though, and luckily she had found this bender willing to break the rules and teach her secretly to really water bend, and to fight with it. It seemed almost as if it were taking too long though. Maybe it was the secretive nature of their lessons, or maybe he was holding back and not really teaching her as much as he could, as she'd been training with him for a while now, and still only knew the basics. But she was determined, no matter how long it took, she would become a great water bender. She hoped tonight, they would move past the basics and into something more advanced. She hurried up to the hut, stopping outside to catch her breath a bit. "I'm here! I came as quickly as I could.

He sat in the hut, furs wrapped loosely around his frame as he rested against the wall, icy blue eyes looking right at the door as she entered. His expression was unreadable, passive and yet seemingly cold. "You are late," he said as he stood up, meeting her gaze for a moment. "Let us see if your skills have improved better than your punctuality." He added, stepping out into the icy cold, the ice itself shifting with the gesture of his hands, forming a ring. "Now then, use the stance I taught you," he said, taking a low one of his own. As always, the first move was hers.

There was a dark hush throughout the entire Malfoy Manor. Even in the mid-morning the house seemed dead like the night. Aimee Theroux sat in her newly acquired room, glancing at her reflection in a large mirror. Everything in her life had turned upside down in the past few weeks, and she was left stranded in a family friend's home. Aimee was out of Hogwarts by now, and at the ripe age of nineteen she was avoiding University. She didn't want to go to another boarding school with more homework and annoying professors. Before her parents had perished they had insisted upon her at least learning some subjects, even if it wasn't at formal schooling. They hired tutors for potions, transfiguration, dark arts, and even practical subjects were covered - like French and arithmetic. After trouble with a few teachers, her parents decided one tutor could cover most magical subjects, and that was her dark arts 'professor', Lucius Malfoy. Plans had already been made out for her to stay at the Manor two days a week for a year or so, but that was before her parents were caught in a massacre between a group of Death Eaters and muggleborns. After the dreadful experience she had been moved permanently to the Manor, or at least moved there until she was mature enough to live on her own. And that was fine with Aimee, as it was much better than living with her grandparents or having to buy her own apartment. Besides, it meant she got to spend even more time with her new favorite person - Lucius. The young lady sat at her vanity, twisting a bit of hair between her fingers. The dark locks fell down to her mid back in soft curls, wisping around her face to form a rather elegant frame. Her blue eyes were light and appeared rather like marble. With a sigh Aimee stood up and began placing her feet inside a new pair of heels - courtesy of the money left behind by her parents. They looked as if they belonged in the Victorian era, with patent black leather held down by artisan crafted laces. The rest of her outfit was a bit cliche of a past time as well. A skirt that fell just below her knees had ruffles and lace covering it, all of which were of a dark shade. A white button up shirt covered her upper portions, though she left a few buttons undone touncoverthe tops of her breasts. After she had put on her four inch heels the girl grabbed a small satchel and headed towards Lucius Malfoy's study. Aimee herself was rather short, only an inch or two above five foot, so she always wore heels to feel adequate. A clicking noise echoed off the stone walls as she walked, until eventually she came to a large wooden door with intricate carvings cut into it. With a deep breath Aimee put a smirk on her face, and knocked on the door.

Lucius sat at his oak desk, going over his various plots. The world would soon be his lord's world, if all went according to plan. But there were various smaller details to attend to. Such as the newly acquired girl. Aimee. He would make her his protege. He stood up, inspecting himself in the mirror. Donning all black as usual, he saw his lean form in as good a shape as ever. His brilliant blonde hair hurt to look at in the sun. His cold grey eyes gave no ground to those who were not greater. Even to them, they remained cunning. His mouth, a cruel crescent, tight-lipped and strict. He cocked an eyebrow when he heard the knock. Opening the door with military sharpness, he was shocked to see Aimee, looking like the epitome of womanly beauty. She was dressed as a virile young lady, the image of womanhood. "Right," he said, "time to begin the lessons. Pay attention...

Hermione Weasley... she still loved the name, had loved it ever since the day she had married that idiot husband of hers... though his idiocy was part of why she loved him. He had given her two wonderful children and had always worked hard to provide for them. But lately... these past few months... Hermione had started to feel a distance between them. They still talked, still laughed, but it had been months since Ron had touched her, had looked at her the way he used to. Sure, Hermione was a teacher at Hogwarts now, teaching the Charms class and living in the castle, but Ron still came to visit her. Even better, their children were attending school, Rose in her fifth year and Hugo in his third, so she got to see them all she wanted. Still, Hermione was starting to feel lonely. She wanted to feel the excitement that she had felt back when they first got married. She had tried... she'd tried dressing sexily, other little romantic gestures, but Ron was always so tired. Professor Granger sighed as she sat at her desk, waiting for the next class to arrive. This was no place for her personal problems, and she was determined to just get on with the class and ignore everything else.

A young male in his fourth year at Hogwarts walked into Professor Weasley's classroom, flirting with several girls in his year as he brushed a strand of his black hair away from his forehead and his glasses covering his blue eyes. The five-foot-nine boy winked at the girls and whispered sweet nothings to them, with little magical notes appearing in their hands. One note had accidentally landed on the desk of one Hermione Granger, with the words "Why don't you and I make some magic together, cutie pie?" Jonah Simpson was the son of famous wizard author Joseph Simpson and a fourth-year Gryffindor despite his father's place in Ravenclaw. He brushed off his robes that worked to conceal his muscular physique he had gained during his puberty. Jonah took his seat at the front of the room, looking at Mrs. Weasley once the class was about to begin.

After-parties were always worth the boredom that Eva had to endure while waiting for an awards show to finish. She never missed a chance to get dolled up to the nth degree and pose for the paparazzi. Tonight had been no exception, she'd worn a form fitting silver gown with cap sleeves and a scoop neck that stretched just almost to her knees. Black gladiator-style 4 inch pumps gave her a bit of height and accented her calves as the leather bands snaked their way up her from her ankles. Various pieces of matching silver jewelry adorned her ankles and neck, along with her ears and fingers. Her deep auburn hair hung in almost natural waves down her back, and her eyes were dramatically emphasized in black liner and gold shadow. That was the attire for the after-party as well; as things wound down she sipped off the last of her drink and got up to leave. There were a few offers of other party-goers to walk her to the limo that waited below the high-end club, but in past experiences Eva thought the garage was secure enough. The few drinks she'd had that evening ensured that there would be no walk of shame, no matter how secure she felt. Those camera lenses found their way into every aspect of a celebrity's life. During the ride down the elevator, Eva began to dig in her purse to find her cell phone. Not a problem if her driver, Mike, was asleep, though she wanted to give him a heads up. Once the doors opened out into the garage she pulled out the tiny phone and flipped it open, focusing on the buttons to find the right number to dial.

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 before he spotted his target for the night - the sexy Eva Mendes. He looked her over and grinned, licking his lips as his cock almost jumped right there and then just from the sight of her lovely body. He knew that he would have her, and that all he had to do would be to catch her, which would be a simple task indeed. Despite reports of some other B-list celebrities disappearing, it didn't really worry any of the A-listers. They thought they were too untouchable, but Drake would prove them wrong. He watched her for the night before noticing that she was starting to get ready to head to the garage and be driven home. "Not today, miss Mendes," he grinned, and headed to the garage, grabbing the rope and chloroform that he would use to keep her subdued. Sneaking out quietly to the shadows behind her, he waited until he saw Eva pull out her phone to call and wake up her driver and tell him to bring the car around. Quickly and quietly moving up behind her, he pressed the chemical-soaked cloth to her face, his other arm wrapped around her body to hold her steady until she passed out.

Slow down a little bit.. whispered Nairv softly as he rested on bed watching his girlfriend quickly ride on top of him. The morning sun covered their nude bodies as they had sex in his bedroom surrounded by a crowd of clothing and electronic equipment. Both of them had been going out for quite some time now and it was actually rumored that they where soon to get married even though no such offer was ever spoken of. His hands held onto her hips as he watched himself quickly disappear inside of her feeling her squeeze around him tightly. Even though she wasn't the only girl he had ever had sex with, he had to admit that she was by far the best. If you keep slamming down so hard and fast, you're going to end this fun really quick, it's not normal for both my mother and father to be gone at the same time...so let's take advantage of it...Sitting up, he held her close, stopping her movement. Licking her nipple softly, he teasingly bit it before sucking on it carefully and rather affectionately. He had always taken good care of her unlike most of the other men especially in his position. In the mist of their sex, the sound of a car driving up towards the mansion caught Nariv by surprise. It was his mother, which was strange since normally when she went out, it took her more than half a day before she came back. Yet what caught his attention even more is when a girl stood up from out of the car. Get off..he whispered before throwing his girlfriend onto the bed in a rush. Quickly, he grabbed at a random pair of clothing and ran out of the room as he desperately tried to slip them on. Could it really be her? His mind was racing a million thoughts per minute and it didn't help that he was still sporting a hard-on. Getting to the door, he was finally fully dressed and was quick to open it surprised that his father had beat him outside first. I see..so this will be our new house quest..and what should we call you? Asked Dick harshly as he stared down at the young girl. As he spoke, Nairv just watched from a distance.

Rose moaned loudly as her boyfriend pushed himself into her again and again. She was riding him, her hips moving over his in a motion that had her rocking slightly. She could almost feel the bed moving under them, though maybe it was just the way her body trembled from having him under and inside of her. She had her hands on his chest until he pulled her to him, bringing her nipple into his mouth. That made her moan again. They never had time alone, so she was greatly enjoying it. She couldn't wait until they married, which she hoped would happen soon. She was the only one of her friends that wasn't married, though she was sure she had more sex than any of them. But her boyfriend was such a good lover.. She gasped as she was thrown onto the bed, rather unceremoniously. ~~~ Brenna looked around at the house as she got out of the car with Mary Francis, the woman who was bringing her to live in her guest room. Brenna had waist-length red hair that was so thick she wasn't really able to wear it up. She looked up as a man came running out of the big house and her brilliant blue eyes widened for a second. He was an attractive man, but the one she saw coming out with him had her attention more. He was her age, and he was turned on, by something, she could tell. "This is Brenna." Mary said to her husband as she put her hand on the girl's shoulder and giving her a little push. "Brenna, this is my husband, Dick. And that boy in the doorway is my son Nariv." The woman said, and Brenna flashed both men a nervous, though still beautiful, smile. "Hello." She said.

Uzumaki Naruto screamed as the last bit of humanity was robbed from him. Uzumaki Naruto was no more. Nine tails opened his new eyes and stretched his new arms out. He looked at his form with disdain. No, this would not do. He growled and his skin began to shift, his bones cracked and restructured. Thick orange fur grew over his entire body. His face transformed into that of a fox-like muzzle. His legs grew a second joint and thick claws sprouted from his fingers and toes. After barely a minute, no one would ever guess this being used to be a seventeen year old ninja from the leaf village. Now he was a beast of the darkest nature. A creature of lust and destruction. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do first. With a burst of inhuman speed he launched his body into the air. Nine tails trailing behind him in the night. He wanted to warm himself up and work the kinks out of his new body, so he pushed his abilities to absurd levels. As he tore through the forest trees were pulled from the ground, toppled, and torn in half by his feet and hands with ease. As if they were never there to begin with. With a heave he shot right over the leaf village wall and into the town. He continued tearing over rooftops until he reached a tower. He latched on, his chest heaving powerfully. He scented the air and his face split into a toothy, wicked grin. His cock jumped slightly as he caught numerous scents of dozens of females he'd love to release his pent lust upon. But there was one in particular that would have that honor. The moment he caught it he was once again in the air, leaping and running until he overtook the walls of the Hyuga clan compound. The nine tailed fox scented again. It was strong now, and the scent aroused him even more. Such wonders he was going to show her. He moved silently through the compound. Several guards passed that he could not resist killing. Barely moments passed and their blood stained his fur. Within a minute he was standing on the edge of the clan training square. Eyes locked on the object of his deepest lusts. A long, thick tongue darted out and licked his lips as he watched her every movement.

Hyuuga Hinata was training hard in the private fields of the Hyuuga compound, unaware of what was happening all around her. The large-chested girl had removed her huge, thick jacket since she was training in, what she assumed was, privacy, nobody around to see the secret she kept hidden beneath the jacket. Her shirt strained against her chest, and beneath that a bra several sizes too small restrained them even further. Despite all these restraints, though, her chest still became quite noticeable through the shirt she was wearing. Striking the tree in front of her once more, the girl took a step back, panting heavily, sweat dripping from her form after the intense training session. "One day," she said softly, "I'll be strong enough for him to notice me." She smiled softly, slowly turning to reach for her jacket, pulling it up and back on, fastening it up before she turned to leave, still unaware of whoor perhaps more like whatwas watching her at the moment.

A pair of big brown eyes opened up. An eerie white light flooded the room. He pressed his hand to his head. In the reflection of the glass tube he was in, he could see his appearance - a long orange tail, a pair of small but powerful wings, and a pair of antenna sticking from his head. A doctor in a white lab coat entered in with a grin. She knocked on his tubing filled with liquid that kept him sedated and under control. He looked to her. She was the woman who had been doing experiments on him for months. He use to be a human boy. He was a Dragon Pokemon Trainer. It was during his journeys that he'd come upon Team Galactic working with Team Rocket in order to form the perfect human/Pokemon hybrid. Team Rocket thought it would be powerful. Team Galactic said Pokehuman Metamorphosis was the next step in the human evolutionary chain. The woman knocked on the glass again causing him to become alert. "Wake up Zentite," she said. His name was Zentyu... or at least it used to be before they spliced his DNA with his poor Dragonite. The experiments they did to Dragonite were cruel and inhumane - the constant blood and tissue samples they took all without anesthetics. All the while telling him if he didn't endure it, his trainer wouldn't survive. However, Zentyu didn't learn this truth until they were spliced together, and he was able to access Dragonite's memories. "Look alive Zentyu. You have a new friend. Another one has survived," he couldn't see well from here, but it was definitely a female. He couldn't see what pokemon she was spliced with though. He had seen many half-pokemon/half-human failures that by the end looked like neither, and so many of those that were transformed were all too ready to serve their new masters. "You know of all of the splices you are the only one that won't comply," Zentite or Zentyu was the first experimentation. The tests he was forced to endure on his body were nearly mind shattering, but when they thought they could control him, and tried to give him to a rocket trainer to control him, he rebelled and destroyed half the building. Since then they'd become more efficient with wiping away resistance to listening to the trainers, or at least in most cases. They had thought many times of just killing him, but the head professor wouldn't let that happen. Each time they requested it, she denied it saying that he would be hers without any drugs to manipulate him. He had been her first ever failure in the scientific field, and she had grown quite fond of seeing him - she saw him as something like a tarnished trophy, and an unruly pet that she planned to tame. He hated these people, but this liquid kept him from getting free. If only...he'd make them all sorry, especially that woman - the things she'd done to Dragonite were unforgivable, and that lustful look in her eyes when she turned to him always made him feel sick. She walked over to the girl's case knocking on it. "Hey there...today you get your trainer." A skinny grunt-looking Rocket walked into the room to see the girl. The professor smiled. "So what do you think of her?" Zentyu looked pleased. "I won't know for sure till I put her through her paces, but by the way... we can use them however we see fit, correct?" The professor grinned. "Oh, you mean... I see... honestly how you decide to train her is up to you, but she should be obedient...

When the eerie bright light filled the room, a pair of green eyes struggled to open as the girl groaned quietly. She was smaller than the boy that was in the same situation, but it was more apparent who she was spliced with. Her cream-colored wings, large blade-like extensions on her forearms, and her green hair and eyes showed that she had been spliced with a Scyther, but not any Scyther - it was her sister's, and it had refused to evolve into a Scizor. Hearing the loud yet muddled knocking on her tube's glass made her whimper slightly. When she saw the trainer that was slightly distorted, her head lowered slightly. Her Scyther was not as lucky as the Dragonite. After the splicing had been done, it got eliminated by Team Galactic because it was causing too many problems. The girl had been just as unruly until the pokemon was eliminated, then she somehow slipped into a subservient state that seemed to lighten the mood of the scientists. When the words between the scientist and Rocket reached her ears, her eyes closed as she visibly shivered. When she made a move to try and break the glass, an electric current was sent through the liquid shocking her, making her cry out in pain. It was apparent that she had tried attacking before. The voltage was not a mere shock but more like a Raichu's Thunder attack. Even now, the current was still running through her body, making her whimper slightly.

Well, it was a good run while it lasted. Like always, he was torn away from his companions for one reason or another - and as always, it was his fault. Sure, Donna was safe and sound at home, but at the price of her memories and the self-confidence she had gained during her journeys. The TARDIS felt rather empty, now that it was occupied by only one person, but maybe traveling alone would be good for him. He had managed it during the lowest point of his life. Maybe another Rose would come along eventually to pick him back up on his feet if he didn't do so soon enough. A quick trip to the planet Xarbulas would clear his mind a bit. He was all set to do so, but then he heard his screwdriver make an odd noise - one he hadn't heard in a while. It was a faint beeping noise - a homing device. He had set it long ago to detect individuals or small groups of aliens that were on a planet that wasn't their own - it was his own way of trying to find if any of his own kin had survived the Time War, as low as those chances were. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not tracking down a Time Lord, since it would have beeped at a different tone and rate. Still, it worried him faintly. Usually these were the most dangerous on Earth, since small groups were easier to slip through security nets and cause trouble that wouldn't be noticed until it was too late. Well, looks like Xarbulas was going to have to wait. Beaming at the thought of adventure, he packed a large suitcase full of clothes, gadgets, and whatever he could fit inside and made his way out to mingle with the humans again. Oh, wait? he needed money. Stupid currency. He backtracked to a room deep within the TARDIS and began to rummage through all sorts of drawers until he found one marked, ??England- 1990-2057??. Inside was the proper currency he needed and he stuffed his pockets and bag full of it. He wanted to make sure he had enough and he didn't want to make more trips to the TARDIS than necessary, just in case this alien wasn't very friendly and followed him to his last link to Gallifrey. He withdrew his screwdriver and toyed with it to lock on to this one life form and, after wandering through the streets like a lost fool, came across a lodging house. Oh, this was going to be fun. It had been a while since he posed as a human - well, without rearranging his entire genetic make-up, that is. The Doctor headed to the door and knocked. A friendly-looking couple answered. After a half hour's worth of chatting and charm, the Doctor was given a key and a room to the house. According to his sonic, the other being was right down the hall from his room. He switched off the homing device and entered his new quarters and left the door open as he unpacked, just in case the person happened to pass by.

Earth. How lovely it was. He truly loved it. 70% water. Great place for an Undatian like himself. He just loved everything about Earth. As long as he kept his shirt on, no one ever noticed him. Well, that was a lie. He was noticed. He made himself noticed. He just was never too noticed that it made people think he was something he was not. He so loved that he was able to have that. He got to swim, and since Earth made those neat shirts that covered up the torso, but could still absorb water, he was even better off. Sure, he got strange looks when he did not come up from the water for ... hours, but hey! He still had far too much fun. He just loved being able to swim here. It was a good vacation. What was better was the house he was staying at was so close to the ocean! It made everything thousands of times better than it had been. He truly was thinking about moving here. Well, not by choice. His ship broke. Very, very broken. He had intended to come to Earth, but not so soon, and not as fast as his ship was hurling toward the earth. That was bad. Now, his ship was broken. He was pretty sure someone was after him, and oh! He needed to get parts. Those were only on his planet. That was such a dandy little thing. He did not like that he was forced to be here, but he really was beginning to accept that fact. Gladly accept it too. Sure, Earthians were not as accepting as his home planet, but they truly were gorgeous to watch. Especially on the beach. Oooo. Such gorgeous beings! Walking through the halls of his housing, Turtle was going to go ... somewhere that he forgot. And how? By walking by the room right next to his. Some gorgeous suit-clad male bent over? Oh yes. He was stopping to check that out. Blatantly too. Subtle was never really in the boy's dictionary. His head lightly tilted to the side, eyes traveling along the gorgeous rump in the air. Definitely a delicious specimen. That really was nice. Very, Very nice. That just added to the list of why he loved this place. Moving over to the doorway, he rested against the doorframe, his arms loosely crossed over his torso. He looked over at the man a little bit more before lightly clearing his throat. "Hello, there. New here, I take it?" He asked, a warm smile pulling o his lips as he looked over the man once more. His eyes stayed with the other and his fingers lightly tapped on his sides, just utterly happy to have walked down the hall now. Yep. He definitely could get used to this place even more if he got to see him every day. Though, there was definitely something different about him. Honestly? He could not care less about that. If he was this gorgeous just behind him, then how could he not enjoy being here?

Harleen Quinzel He was a madman. He was insane. He was a creature void of any human emotion and numb to the line between right and wrong. Her supervisor told her not to do it. Her colleagues warned her that it wouldn't be a good idea. But she needed to do this. For all the recognition she would receive from this assignment. How much better and more intelligent she was than all of them. Her professors would applaud her, and her colleagues would be amazed. Taking on the criminal known as The Joker was a major step in her career. She had spent years in grad school for an assignment like this, and it would be foolish to pass it by now. Harleen had done her research on him. He was responsible for several homicides, countless robberies, and attempted assassination on the mayor of Gotham City. He did all that and much more with a smile on his face. She remembered the pictures she'd seen of him - that tortured grin against a pale face, eyes black and empty. She wondered what could drive a man like that. If a man is what you called him. He was something else altogether. She needed this opportunity to find out just what made that man tick, and her opportunity was now. Pulling up to Arkham Asylum in her classic coupe, Harleen glanced at herself in the rear view mirror. Her blue eyes bright with determination, she brushed her loose strands of blonde hair back behind her ears. Pushing her glasses up along the bridge of her nose, she got out of the car. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way up to the security desk to check in. Showing the man her ID, he let her enter through the steely gate and it was there that she would be escorted into the building. She was joined by another man and all three entered the long hallway. This is where the most dangerous criminals were held - Clayface, Two-Face, The Puppet Master - this place was for the maniacs and crazies alike. They shouted through the thick glass, impenetrable though it was, she still couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable. Like they could break right when they felt ready to. Composing herself, she kept her eyes straight ahead. Finally, they stopped at the door. Beyond it, she knew, lay her prize - the chance to get inside the Joker's head. Something no one had done before, well except maybe Batman, but no one normal like her. One guard opened the door and she walked in. The door closed behind her, and she looked around the room. There was no hint of individualism in here. The walls were just walls, as much as the ceiling and floor were just ceiling and floor. However, on the cot next to the right wall, she saw him. "Hello, I am Dr. Harleen Quinzel," she said, taking her place in the chair next to him. She looked up at the cameras in the room and she could hear the guards cackling about something outside. "If you would, Mr. J, I would like to begin your first session." She said in her Boston accent.

THE JOKER His eyes peered up at her as she walked by, but quickly turned away once she realized where in the small room he was. As the guards ran down the rules and regulations one last time for her, he started to whistle as he lay down body outstretched. It wasn't until she took a seat next to him that he started to acknowledge her. Harleen Quinzel. He whispered softly, taking the time to elongate each letter as if saying her name gave him some sort of pleasure. In all of Gotham, the Joker was one of the only villains that both citizens feared and were attracted to. Books had been written about him in an attempt to dissect his psyche and come up with some excuse as to why he was this way, and some of them were actually good reads, but even better kindling. It wasn't that he minded the publicity knowing his name was on the tongue of every citizen brought a smile to his face at night. Rarely did he ever deny an interview, finding a small amount of pleasure with toying with the interviewer twisting his words and making the entire process fruitless for them. It also warmed the old crusty crevices of his heart to be able to tell an uppity guard that he would kill them the next night, even though he was locked up, and uphold his promise because he was a man of his words, or at least the ones he liked. At first, he had an entire plan set out to ruin the poor girl's life, but after finding out her name, he decided on doing something a little bit different this time. Yeah, know! As if coming to a great realization, he sprung up on his cot quickly catching the attention of the on-looking guards. If you reworked it a bit and called her Harley Quinn, like the classic clown character, Harlequin, the very spirit of fun and frivolity! Chuckling softly at his realization, he took the time to drink in her looks. He watched her carefully, like a little boy eager to open up his Christmas gift. Now that's a name you can trust! Standing up, he started to wander around the room circling her as she continued to speak. Well then, just tell me where to begin, Harley, purposely using the nice name he gave her, making it obvious that he did so. Jumping onto the coat from the side, he returned to his resting position. I got all the time in the world to kill!

Oh no, travelers," the elder woman said, turning around to face them again. "I mean, we do have an inn here that is welcome to all who seek shelter, but you all seem to be on quite a mission. I would advise against our inn and please go to the next village." With that said, the elder woman scurried back into her hut. The group stood there a bit confused as to what could be so wrong with the inn. The young raven-haired girl wrinkled her brow lightly as she watched the elder set off. Turning her body, she faced Inuyasha. Looking up at him with her light brown eyes, she said, "Well, Inuyasha, if there is a demon problem or something here, I say we just check it out, finish the demon off, and stay there. I really feel like I could use a bath and an actual bed would be wonderful." Placing her hand on her hip, she waited for Inuyasha to answer, hoping he would give in this time. After all, Sango was the only other demon among them; the rest were humans. Sango remained silent for a moment, glancing over the gang she had been traveling with for so long now. "Hm... maybe Kagome is right. We really should rest for the night. I'm sure that we can handle whatever is wrong with the inn. Besides, at least there seems to be something wrong with this one," she spoke, glancing at Miroku, knowing how often he would fake sensing a demon nearby just to gain a free night at an inn.

Miroku looked over at Sango wondering what it was that was going through her mind as she looked at him. He sheepishly put a hand behind his head, trying to smile and brush it off. Despite everything, he couldn't stop his eyes from going down to her nice firm ass; his hand still remembered the feel of that tight, firm flesh under his groping hand. At the same time, he recalled the feel of her hand on his cheek. Inuyasha sighed and folded his arms. "We might as well just move on," he said, "since they want us here anyway. If they don't want our help, then we should just move on." He turned so his side was facing the fiery young woman he could already sense how much trouble he was going to be in for this. Miroku saw what was coming and quickly stepped up, putting his arms around Kagome's shoulders and gently turning her toward the inn. "Now, now, there is no need to fight," he said. "If he doesn't want to come, he doesn't have to. We will just deal with any demon problem ourselves and then enjoy the night and some relaxation.

Okay," Telva said, taking a pinch of the powder. She bit her lower lip as she tried to remember the right amount. She liked trying new potions, but her memory wasn't the best, and the broken veils scattered on her worktable were testament to that. Her red eyes closed as she thought back to what she had read four years ago in her father's laboratory. When she had watched him work magic, some of the spells wouldn't come to her. Four years ago, Telva had been the youngest daughter of a small noble house in the underdark city of DroXun. She had slaves to care for her and modest riches to use for her pleasure. That was before her mother had made a stronger house angry with theirs. Her house was destroyed, and most of her family murdered. Telva had barely made it out before the assassins breached the upper levels of her house and escaped to the world above. After wandering for days, she found a nice small cave near a village to make her home. A short way outside was a pond with a small waterfall emptying into it. Last year, she had found an underwater entrance to her cave while swimming around in the warm water of the pond. She loved living in her cave. It was quiet and nobody was around to make her wear clothes. Telva hated wearing clothes and loved being naked, the way the cool air of the cave or the warm light of the sun felt on her smooth obsidian skin making her happy. Another benefit was that her skin was easier to clean when her potions blew up and clothes made it harder for her arms to move to cast spells. The only time she wore clothes was when she went into town for supplies and to sell her potions. But she hated going to town because the city watch didn't like the amount of attention that she drew from walking around neutrally. Telva didn't mind the attention most of the males in the village gave her. It made for some fun nights after she sold her potions and made her way to the tavern. Between the male patrons in the tavern and the few local teenage boys who snuck up to her cave for a peek at the naked drow, Telve had a good sex life. And she didn't care what race they were, just as long as they wanted to and were good at sex. Two! Telva smiled her warm smile as she remembered the right amount. Dropping two pinches in, she looked into the bowl and waited. As she looked, a puff of grey smoke came out of the bowl and then with a pop, the bowl shattered in a ball of smoke. Telva coughed as she waved the smoke away. Maybe it was three? As the smoke cleared, Telva looked down at her naked body. It was covered in soot from her flat tummy up past her small breasts up to her face. Even her long silver-white hair was covered in it. Well, it's time for a bath again. She said with a shrug and turned towards the mouth of the cave. As Telva walked out of the mouth of the cave, trying to brush off the soot, the sun wasn't high over head, which would make it easier for her to see. As she walked out in the warm sun, Telva could see in color how bad her skin was covered. Great, now I'm a grey elf. She said, rolling her red eyes. Walking the few paces to the edge of the pond, she looked at the small waterfall. Then, with a smile, she slowly walked into the warm water and moaned with delight. It felt great on her smooth, naked obsidian skin. When she was up to her thigh, she dove in and swam out into the pond. The waterfall churned the water, helping her to clean the soot off her body. She swam to the surface and rubbed the water out of her eyes before looking at her hands. Now I'm dark again. She said, giggling as she swam backwards in the pond, letting the warm water play over her smooth, naked body.

The trees near the water's edge rustled as something made its way through. It was a human, a good half foot taller than Telva at that. A steely sword cut its way through the thick foliage and the man eventually emerged from behind the trees. He was a caucasian human with unkempt light brown hair. He had the face of a thinker, but his apparel betrayed that. He was wearing a tan tunic with full-body chainmail beneath it, a belt around his waist that held a bag at his right side and the scabbard for his sword on his back. A small shield was buckled to his left arm so that his left hand was free, but still had protection. The adventurer surveyed the water before him and quickly noticed that he was not alone. There was another person in the water...a very dark-skinned one at that. He observed to find that this was a naked female drow elf. Wait a minute, she was naked!? This was a sight to see! He tried hiding behind a tree to watch her in secret, but the clinking of his chainmail made him bad at sneaking.

The ringing of the morning bell signaled the beginning of yet another year at North High School. The campus was once again filled with the sounds of students chattering and discussing classes among other things. Of course, the name of the infamous S.O.S. Brigade was being tossed around as well. There were numerous occurrences in the past that many returning members still remembered, such as the two bunny girls recruiting members and the surprisingly popular, but clearly unprofessional video shown at last year's festival. They were left wondering what other shenanigans they could expect this year, but at least they hadn't been doing so much lately. Of course, they had been meeting over the summer, mainly because of their ever-energetic leader Haruhi Suzumiya. After finishing up summer assignments, they could all look forward to yet another year. Most of the students had gathered around the signs showing what classes they had been assigned to. Afterward, they quickly dispersed to go there, though there was still a good deal of time before classes officially began. Tsuruya, Mikuru's best friend made sure to check up on both of their schedules. Mikuru wasn't there at the moment, as the S.O.S. Brigade was having a pre-classes meeting to start off the year. Being the club's mascot, Mikuru ad to attend. Tsuruya flashed her trademark grin as she noticed that Mikuru and her would be in the same class for yet another year. She brushed some of her green locks aside as she moved through the crowd, now headed for the S.O.S. clubroom. She headed up to the hall where the S.O.S. clubroom was in, noticing that Itsuki and Kyon were outside of the clubroom. It was obvious as to why that was, as Mikuru's cries for help could be heard from inside. "Oh! If it isn't Kyon-kun and Itsuki-kun as well!" she said, beaming as usual as she approached the two of them. "Oh...hello there." Kyon seemed rather unsure of how to respond to her constant cheerfulness. The door finally opened up with Mikuru Asahina stepping out, looking rather exhausted. It was to be expected, as Haruhi had made sure to buy some new costumes for her to wear today. Yuki Nagato sat in her same corner, reading a book as usual. Haruhi stepped out after her, wrapping an arm around Mikuru. "I know you'd look just perfect in those costumes I picked out! you better not skip the meeting afterschool since I have a few more for you to try on!" Tsuruya let out a little sigh as they walked out. "Aw...I guess I'm a little late. I was hoping I could take a quick picture or two of Mikuru in her new outfits." Haruhi seemed quite delighted with her comments. Of course, those two seemed to get along unusually well. "Then you'll just have to drop by our meeting and get all the pictures you want! Isn't that right Mikuru-chan?" Poor Mikuru simply whined under her. After a few more words they had all dispersed to go to their respective classes. Tsuruya had another one of her laughing fits as Mikuru mentioned the sort of outfits she had to wear, along with some events the S.O.S. Brigade had planned. What she said wasn't necessarily funny, but anything that amused Tsuruya would have her luaghing like a maniac. They made their way into their classroom, taking their seats. Coincidentally, they were sitting close with Mikuru in front of Tsuruya.

School had indeed begun once again, a summer which only felt like a few warm winds had flown right by them, and then it was back to the hunt, back to the slavery that was school. Although, overall, it wasn't too bad at all. The classroom was slowly but surely filling up with students, newcomers and returning classmates alike. "Keigo! Oh! Keigo!!" Yelled the absolutely obnoxious voices for several females following a young man around. He was quite fit, handsome, seemed charming, but with his flock of wild geese, it was probably going to be tough for him to manage anything but a squeak past those ladies. He peeked over them, trying to get a better glance of Tsuruya, but couldn't because the five girls were all over him, he honestly liked the attention, but it seemed that the girl he wanted to glance at him the most, probably saw him as just a player and a womanizer. A slender, serious-looking male then entered, followed by an evidently careless boy. Edward McSullivan, a returning student, had an unremovable smile on his face as he walked by a beautiful Mikuru Asahina, her beautiful cleavage too much for him to resist. He looked down and stared, moving towards the empty seat at the left side of Tsuruya, eyeing her as well. As he reached for the chair, still making eye contact with Mikuru's breasts, his fingertips felt...flesh. The slender, extremely smart-looking male was already pulling the chair out. The two stared at each other for a moment, before the taller student, pulled the chair forcefully, causing the breast gazer to sigh and sit elsewhere. He sat down and looked at the board carelessly, his eyes moving to look at Tsuruya a single time.

The Divine Romance Note: Lore in this roleplay is taken partially from Warhammer. Prolouge In the beginning, there were nine gods. These nine gods created the Earth, sky, and oceans and taking all of their power and skill to do so. However, when it came time to create life, the gods were in quarrel; the gods could not decide on creatures of intelligence and magic. Afore, the gods biggest quarrel was allowing magic at all. Now, the topic grew even more controversial. Some gods wanted the life in their image. Others want every god to contribute and create a perfect being. Some even wanted there to be no intelligent life at all. Two of those gods - the ones who did not want intelligent life - broke from the others and began destroying the earth to avoid the squabble. Enraged, the other seven killed them. Even for gods, killing the divine is difficult. The seven gods made a pact to disband themselves and limit their powers. Each god made one race and put it on the planet. That is the very begining of The Divine Romance. In this world, there exists two pantheons of gods: Order and Chaos. Within the Chaos, there is Nurgle, Tzeentch, Khorne and Slaanesh. Nurgle represents disease, destruction and decay. Tzeentch represents magic, evolution and change. Khorne represents blood, war and murder. And, Slaanesh represents pleasure, passion and decadence. Within the Order, there is Nodoriah, Rychuss and Orus. Nodoriah represents faith, patience and will. Rychuss represents instinct, nature and whim. And, Orus represents magic, prediction and wisdom. The Chaos Pantheon, known asThe Daemons, may outnumber the Order Pantheon, but they have little cooperation. Animosity between Khorne and Slaanesh is only one reason The Daemons have been kept from dominence. The Order Pantheon, known asThe Light, have no animosity nor ambition.The Order Pantheon wish for things to be done by the races they have created, not themselves. In fact, The Light purposed and allowed a contract that granted Rychuss and Slaanesh to create two new races each and put them on the Earth. That is considered a testament of the neutrality ofThe Light. Nurgle, the Plague Lord, has only one intelligent race. He has many demons, such as Nurglings and Slime Hounds, but The Paestel are his strongest devout. The Paestal are humanoid demons born in litters with such malice they may kill their nestmates. There is no maternal or paternal love, Paestal must grow on their own. Paestal are incredible necromancers and powerful demons whose only wish is to kill, even other Chaos-aligned beings. Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, has two intelligent races: The Changelings and The Watchers. The Changelings were created by The Watchers, thus not breaking the contract set in place. The Watchers are an avian race of incredible magical power. The Watchers live long lives and are known for amassing knowledge in archives they will fight and die to protect. Khrone, The Blood God, has a single race that has dominated many others created in the beginning. Khorne has one of the two largest dominions of The Daemons, mainly because of his race, The Brood. The Brood are a hive-mind race that dominate the lesser and turn them into blood-affiliated demons. Slaanesh, The Dark Prince, has three races: The Daemonettes, The Lycans, and The Vampires. Daemonettes are the original race of Slaanesh, powerful feminine demons capable of shredding battlefields and bedsheets. Lycan represent beastial lust, created by Slaanesh as part of a deal with The Light. Vampires are the more romantic forms of lust, created during the same deal. Nodoriah, The Lightbearer, has three races, but each one is an evolution of his original race. The Elves, humans, and dwarves represent the agility, intelligence, and strength of the Nord. The Nord evolved or devolved into the three races when they lost faith in Nodoriah, however there are few Nord who have survived with their faith. Rychuss, The Spirit of the Forest, has three races, as part of the deal made with The Daemons. The Rhotom are a humanoid-beast race that have many clans regarding what animal they resemble. The Kin are a feminine, beautiful version of The Rhotom that Rychuss created to live in Garden of Rye, an Eden-like paradise that is now hunting grounds for slave-traders. And, the Salamandra, an all-female amphibian race that has four legs, two arms and is beautiful in its own way. Orus, The Wise, has but one race, The Orucles. The Orucles are a race whom are feeble in strength, small like an Elf without their agility, but are stronger than even Watchers in magical abilities. Orucles are rare and powerful beings who can supplement their body with their own magical prowess. Orucles most notable trait is the fact they do not age. Chapter One Yue sighs, standing under the clouding sky. Yue's grey cloak is picked up in the wind, revealing the two books hanging from chains around his belt and his simple, gray, linen pants with light leather boots. Yue says aloud, "It seems I'll have to take shelter...," before walking down the road only to see a small settlement where he looks for an Inn. Shock. Not of lightning, but of power. "Wow... fate has a funny way of playing games," Yue said as he felt a dormant power. A dormant soul. Yue focused on the power, a burning light in a damp darkness. He found the source coming from a local tavern. Sighing, he knew he had to go into the abyss of drunks. And, he did. He entered and looked for the source. While searching, Yue decided to partake in the sin of poisons and sat at the bar, hailing a bartender to give him a relatively weak beverage as he looked to see many people in the tavern because of the oncoming rain. "My job won't be easy," he said as the bartender returned with his drink, "Thank you, sir." The bartender nodded as Yue returned to his search.

With a strained smile on her thin, elfin face, Sicilia Darkmoor walked down the stairs from the tavern's bedrooms to the serving floor. With a slight grunt of effort as she helped her latest buyer down the stairs, drunk and drooling, she looked for a place to put him. With her light blue hair falling in her face, starting to mat with her sweat lifting the brute, she moved toward the hay near the fireplace. With a final surge of effort, she tossed the man down onto the floor and sighed deeply. Straightening up and fixing her hair as best she could, she walked over to the bar where a man in gray was seated. "Hey, boss, here is your share," she said, tossing the barman two silver coins, keeping one for herself. Her light gray eyes glared at him while the fat man grinned and put the coins in his pouch. "Good slave, good girl," he said, laughing. "Now, see if this man here would like someone to warm his bed eh?" He laughed and picked up a mug of beer, downing it in one shot. Burping, he moved down to deal with other customers. Straightening her mist-blue top and skirt, both having midnight-blue edging, she advanced up to the man with a false smile on her face. "Hello kind sir, mind letting an extra body into your bed tonight? A warm, soft body is only three silver coins for your nightly desires...

Karin Kurosaki rubbed her head as she entered the house, thinking it was empty since the door was locked and there were no shoes in the hallway. "Unn...my head..." Karin wasn't sure what had happened really, but figured she had dozed off in the park. She had been sitting on a bench, and then suddenly it got cold...then there was some kind of creature....it had been invisible at first, but when it grabbed her it had slowly become visible. What happened after that was something of a blur, and Karin shivered as she remembered, the nightmare coming back into her mind. The creature had raped her, buried itself deep within her and released a thick fluid inside of her body....but then she had woken up, her clothes intact, her body not in any pain and she had still been sitting on the bench. Still, ever since she'd gotten up to walk home Karin hadn't felt right. She had a headache, her chest felt tight and there was an odd...ache...between her legs. It wasn't arousal, nor was it pain, but the 13 year old girl had no idea just what it was. The best way she could describe it was a feeling that something inside her was trying to get out. With another sigh, Karin went upstairs to her bedroom, leaving the door halfway open, dropping her bag and jacket on the floor and wincing slightly, a hand going to cup her crotch as the ache got worse. "Damnit....stupid nightmare..." As she held herself, she could feel a slight swelling inside her shorts. "Hm?" Karin slowly unzipped her fly, then opened the shorts slightly, gasping as she saw a bulge in her panties. "What the hell?" Karin hooked her fingers into her panties, tugging them away slightly, then let out a sharp scream at what she saw. Her clitoris was rather swollen, but it also looked different. It looked more like the head of an erect penis from those sex education videos they'd seen at school. "Oh god..." Karin quickly let go of her panties, then winced again as the ache increased. "N-no!" She grasped her crotch, trying to hold it in, but she felt the swelling growing, pushing out, stretching her panties. "N-NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" The swelling just kept on growing though, pushing Karin's panties out by about 5 inches before it stopped. When Karin looked down, her panties had slipped off her new 5-inch long cock, rock hard and visibly throbbing. "Oh god its....this can't be happening...." Karin swallowed nervously, staring at it, then glancing around. "What do I do? Yuzu will be home soon....I...I gotta figure something out....but....I gotta get this thing down....I gotta make it go down somehow..." Karin thought quickly, recalling conversations she'd overheard the boys discussing at school. A conversation about 'jacking off' came to mind....boys discussing how they got rid of erections that just popped up sometimes. "Ok....ok I can do this...." Slowly, Karin reached down and wrapped her delicate fingers around the new cock, gasping as tingles of pleasure shot through her, pre-cum immediately forming at the tip as the foreskin slowly slid back, fully exposing the head of her cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this...." With a nervous gulp, Karin started to slide her hand slowly back and forth as she sat on the bed, letting out soft grunts of pleasure as she kept up the slow pace on her new cock, trying to ignore the odd tightness in her chest.

Ichigo was walking around outside. He had spent all day training and fighting off the few weak hollows who would show up. It was finally a time where he was alone and could relax. He enjoyed his friends but being a loner caused him to need solitary walks every now and then. Rukia was over at Urahara's shop for the night. He never bothered for their long boring talks, his duties as a soul reaper would be over as soon as Rukia got her powers back he thought. He was still learning everything but sensing spiritual pressure was always dull. However, he did pick up on a weak trail leading from the park. He tried his best to follow it but at a casual pace, even if there was an active hollow he was long gone by now. He noticed it was weird when the trail led right to his house. His father was out for the night and his younger sister was spending the night at a friend's house. His need to protect his sisters was an uncontrollable urge he had. When he got to the house he tried to stay quiet as he entered the house. He had a piece of soul candy in his hand ready to take as the trail did come into his house. Karin's shoes were hastily thrown on the floor and she was already in her room despite it still being fairly early in the night. As he got closer to her room he could hear her grunts as the rest of the house was silent. He did not want to make a scene but he needed to check on her as he pushed the door open a bit. The sight he got was one to behold. His tomboyish preteen sister had her pants and panties kicked off as she lay on the bed with her small young hands rubbing a fresh-looking cock as it pulsed and throbbed to the touch. He could not look away as he knew that this was not normal having seen Karin nude accidentally before. Not only was it a surprise, but it was also very sexy looking.

Arya Forbes was a 16 year old Junior at Oswell High School. She was tall, slender, and blonde, keeping to herself most of the time. Her social life consisted of playing volleyball, study group, and occasional dates with whoever asked her out. The number of people who knew her were few, which made it surprising when she received an invitation to join the debate team. It was the first day after winter break, and their English teacher, Ms. Franko, had been fired for doing drugs on school grounds. Their new teacher, Mr. Fitz, was scheduled to begin today. Arya slipped into room 219 two minutes before the bell and settled into her corner seat in the back. The name "Mr. Fitz" was written in swooping handwriting on the board, and the man's back was turned as he sifted through the textbook, searching for a passage. Arya slouched in her chair, her subtle curves slightly emphasized by the fitted top and skinny jeans she had chosen at random that morning, her long blonde hair braided into a golden plait. Students began to file in, and the bell ran, causing Mr. Fitz to drop the book on his desk and turn to face the class. Arya felt her breath catch as she laid eyes on him...he was gorgeous. As he began his lesson on foreshadowing, she kept staring at his soft, supple lips, the hint of stubble on his chin and jawline, shaggy hair...all barely professional, but just enough for school teaching. She was so zoned out that she didn't hear him ask her a question. "Ms. Forbes?" he demanded, "Will you answer my question?" "Um...what?" she stuttered.

Sighing, he looked to her and repeated himself in his deep, rich voice. "What is the point of Hamlet, Ms. Forbes?" He then turned his back to the class, allowing them to see his ass. His pants weren't tight, but they were tight enough. He flipped through the pages before turning around and looking at her again, trying to look her over without giving away what he was doing. She was a beautiful woman, and his pants became even tighter as he sat down behind his desk.

Neji sighed inwardly as he walked besides his 'partner' for this mission. He had been sent with Uchiha Sasuke on a long term mission in a country far from their home. It had taken over 3 weeks just to travel to this place, and once they had gotten close things had started to get a little...strange. The mission had called for a pair...well, a couple, a male and female couple, unfortunately there had been no suitable Kunoichi available, and so... well, here they were. The two of them were to infiltrate a large gang involved in anything and everything. Drug trafficking, prostitution, slavery, anything and everything, and they were growing all the time, even starting to encroach into the fire country and Konoha itself. They were to find out whatever they could about this gang, and apparently this town was one of their operation hubs. Neji smoothed down the sides of his dress slowly, not looking at Sasuke walking beside him as they neared their destination. Outwardly, Neji was displaying an attitude of anger and hatred at having to do this, deep down however he loved it... truth be told, Neji had many articles of women's clothing at home that he loved to wear, he'd even borrowed Hinata's clothing from time to time, the thrill of it appealed so much to him, though it had always been in private, he'd never dressed like this before around other people. Still, it was for the mission, and of the two of them Neji was most definitely the one who looked most like a girl. So here he was, wearing a long dress, even the bra and panties to accompany it, the bra padded to give him the appearance of a developing chest. "So..." It was the first time Neji had spoken since he had put on the clothing. His voice was somewhat feminine to further enhance the disguise... honestly, he'd practiced that voice for a long time now when examining himself in front of the mirror. "We should go over our story and our objectives one more time... don't you think?

Sasuke had kept his mouth shut about this whole ordeal, Neji had to wear a dress and he was sure that was humiliating enough, he didn't need to add to it with any snarky comments. Now, if it were Naruto that had to do it then it would be free game, but as it were, he respected Neji enough not to torment him. It was a little confusing for him though, their plan didn't seem to be all that well thought out to be honest, the two of them trying to infiltrate a gang by posing as a couple looking for a good time really didn't seem like a well-thought-out plan, more like a last minute back up. Without a word, Sasuke walked beside Neji as they got closer to the town, and couldn't help but give him side long glances. The Hyuuga actually looked really good in that outfit, not that he would say that out loud. Neji just had the body figure to fit in the dress, and the long, brown hair added to the effect, not to mention pretty lips... those thoughts were shaken from the Uchiha's head, he didn't need to start thinking that way, not now. The Uchiha glanced up from the other's side and hip to look him in the eyes. Haunting they were, white with an almost purple undertone and a distinct lack of pupils. "That's probably for the best," he agreed with a slight nod and turned his eyes forward again in hopes to not make the other any more uncomfortable than he believed he was. "Our objective is to find a member of the gang, and persuade him or her to spend some time alone with us, at this point we must find a way to get him or her to give us information, most likely with bribes of joining the gang ourselves," 'or with the prospect of sex,' he added a little bitterly.

Samus' ship flew low to the ground, hovering just feet above it. Zero Suit Samus burst from the hatch on the top, gracefully flipping and spinning through the air. She landed with a soft pat as she looked around the area, searching for where the distress signal had come from. She scanned the horizon, but saw nothing but empty desert.

Raiden was walking along, minding his own business when he heard about a tournament called Smash Bros. Very interested in joining, he looked around for someone to help him. Hoping he would do well and win whatever the prize was, he approached the sexy blonde and asked, "Hey, can you help me?

Collin was a new Pokmon trainer on the block. Ready to go out and become the greatest Pokmon trainer the world had ever seen. At the age of 17, he decided to leave; sure, the age kids usually left was 10, but he wanted to wait - there were the Team Rocket incidents, and any other crazy Pokmon organizations that were going around messing with the world. He didn't want that happening when he was going on an adventure. Although he was sure that something would probably happen on his way around the world. So he might as well get going while the getting was good. The teenager started in Sinnoh, having been born there, he figured it was a good place to start. Quickly grabbing up his starter Pokmon, Chimchar, the two set off for an adventure. Chimchar sat on his trainer's head, poke balls being too cramped anyway, plus Chimchar made a great head warmer. The two eventually took a rest at a nearby Pokmon Center, wondering where they should head off to next.

May panted, looking a little tired as she biked into town. It had been a long ride, and she was trying to race an oncoming storm. Coming around to the front of the pokCenter, she picked up her bike just as it started to pour. Grumbling with some authority, she stepped inside, flopping into a seat. "And I was so close!" she growled, looking about to see Collin sitting at one of the tables. Not minding, she got up, put her bike near the door, locked it up, and went to the counter. "Nurse Joy? Are there any rooms available?" she asked, looking around. If Collin looked, he saw that she was a good D-cup, about midway through it. At sixteen, she was a little shorter than him, but not by much. She had a nice figure to boot.

Sakura sighed as she ran a hand through her short pink hair, then frowned as she looked over at the other girl, one of her team-mates for this mission. Ino returned the frown with one of her own, just staring at the girl who had been her rival for many years now. Normally the two tended to stay away from each other, but right now they had little choice. They had been chosen for a new mission, the two of them paired up with one of the Chounin who had graduated the year after them. Neither had met or spoken to him before today, they just knew they were to meet him here. Both girls just sighed and looked away from each other, folding their arms as they leaned against walls on opposite sides of the street, occasionally glancing around for the one they were here to meet. Both of them wanted him to arrive quickly. The sooner he got there the sooner they could get underway and get this mission over with. Sakura sighed and started to flick a Kunai around in her hands, playing with it like it was a toy. "God....I'd rather be on a mission with Naruto than with her...." Across the street, Ino was just playing with a few strands of the hair hanging across her face. "Ugh....being on a mission with that lazy bastard Shikamaru and that pig Chouji is better than going on a mission with her of all people...." Once again the girls glanced at each other, before looking away once again with a scowl on their faces, the anger in the air obvious to anyone who dared to get near to the two girls.

Komakai was walking along the streets of the Leaf Village. He was happily minding his own business, not really bothering anyone. Well, except for any girls he saw, whom he would take a little time to flirt with. Of course none of them matched Hinata Hyuuga...she was probably the hottest girl in the entire village. She had a huge bust...and he loved a huge bust. That's why he always listened to the current Hokage, who also had a hell of a chest. The perverted ninja was going on a mission, with two people he didn't really know. But he hoped they were girls. When he arrived at the place they were supposed to meet, he saw two girls there, which filled him up with joy. The blonde seemed rather attractive, and had quite the bust. The pink-haired one was cute...but nowhere near the blonde. Oh, ladies! Please oh please tell me that you are my two teammates on this mission. If so, then I thank the gods for such an opportunity to work with you lovely ladies. Komakai did something weird; he held out his palms and a rose started to grow out of each one. Then he plucked the roses from his hands and presented one to both of the girls. Even though these flowers cannot compare to your beauty.

Roslyn listened to the mobile radio with deft attention. Potter Watch was something that everyone Order member listened to. Although she may have not known him very well, she had liked everything Harry Potter stood for, and wanted to make sure that he was okay in such trying times. Unknown to him, he was the beacon of hope to all of those who were fighting against the dark order of the Death Eaters. He was The Boy Who Lived. He was the one who could finally put Lord Voldermort six feet under. "Remember, kids," the familiar voice of the former Hogwarts Quiddicth announcer continued, "Support Harry Potter as much as you can. Can't let Moldy Voldy get the best of us! That is it for Potter Watch. Next Password is Hopswitch." The sound of the radio fizzled and all that could be heard around her was the sound of the wind. She turned the knob to the off setting before she placed the now silent device into her backpack. As quietly as she could manage, she zipped it back up and shouldered it. Tonight she had been sent to do recon. A meeting of Death Eaters at the house of a particularly prestigious one and there was to be some pertinent information exchanged during it. Most magical bugs could be detected by their means, which made gleaning anything difficult. An operative needed to be present. It made it dangerous. Keeping the safe distance, she rolled out an extendable ear. Those Weasley twins really knew how to make brilliant gadgets and that particular invention was not detectable by magical means. You had to have an attention to detail and, in this darkness with the masks that Death Eaters wore, she highly doubted that anyone would find her. The redhead simply waited. It wouldn't be long now.

It was a shame that such a beautiful woman was being put on recon duty. The reason being that she was not going to come back to The Order, at least, in one piece. One Death Eater, who was on his own version of recon, had seen the woman who was trying to spy over their duty. He didn't have an extendable ear, but he did have excellent eyesight. Anthony grabbed his wand from his waist, and he then moved off of the top of the house, which was his spying spot. She was too focused on hearing plans that she wouldn't be ready for him. Anthony crept up behind her, and at about 3 feet behind her, he mumbled, "Expelliarmus." To get rid of her wand. If the spell managed to do that, then he would be at his mercy. Anthony was a Death Eater in his 20s, who was never really fond of having Mudbloods stain the bloodlines of so many good ancestors. That, and he never really had a group that he could call his own. He ran his hand through his black hair, and he smirked as he looked at his target. What a shame. What a shame. His brown eyes stared at the woman, and assuming that he disarmed her, he began his attack. He raised his wand and muttered a spell, and if the spell worked, then she would be unable to scream, unable to yell out. She could only talk at a normal voice. He then asked. "What do you think you are doing, Miss? You think you can find out what our plans are going to be? You think you can make a difference?" There was then a small laugh. "The only thing that is going to happen to you, is slow death. You got me, sexy?

Swear to fuckin God, sometimes there's just something that sets me off. Smell in the night air, full moon, or maybe it's just that time of the month. Whatever the case when those times roll around, I get a little bit of Cheeseburger in Paradise craving for something a bit different from the usual prey. Not a street thug, or a hobo, or that investment banker prick that pissed you off last week. No, right now I want a woman. Not just any woman either, but that particular rare breed, the crazy. We malks like our insanity in nice doses, where you can actually taste the nuttiness on your tongue as you're feeding, like licking a battery. Ravencroft is a nifty place to go for that....perfect for the kind of prey I'm looking for. Whats more, since I childed the man in charge I've had free run of the grounds, access to anywhere I like. My own keycard infact. Thats really about as awesome as you can get. After spending a few fun minutes dodging security through the dated facility, I wander my way to what I'm looking for, the psycho ward. They don't call it that, not since the P.C. Bullshit caught on...but thats what it is. Patients in this area are heavily medicated, sedated, straight jacketed, or otherwise secured. Kept snug in their padded cells for 20 hours aday, and only let out when they're under armed guards and doped the fuck up. Nice place really, but the name just sort of amuses me. Criminally insane? How can it be a crime to be this much fun? I'll call bullshit on that one...But hey, names a name. I spend a couple minutes wandering up and down the halls, not really minding the cells, or the neat little notepads next to them, just listening to the sounds of madness, screams, grunts, muttering....all those wonderful sounds, those delightful interludes... Then as I'm walking past one particular cell a sound catches my ear...Silence...Deathly silence. Not a peep, not a word...just the quite sound of a heart beating placidly in a chest, Not sleeping, just waiting. This...This I gotta check out. I check the chart for a moment, verifying the occupant is infact a chick...Poe is all thats listed under name...weird...Kinda catchy too.. Whistling merrily to myself, I swipe my card at the door reader, hearing the clink of the deadbolt sliding open, and then I put a hand against the door, opening it slowly, letting myself be backlit by the room behind me, the padded cell before me almost completely dark. "Someone call for the turndown service?

As crazy as a box of rocks! That's me! I'm as crazy as they come. I killed my mamma, and my pappa, and my auntie, and all my brothers and sisters- there were lots of them- and even old Gram. She deserved it, all those cupie dolls everywhere. She used to call me a cupie doll you know. Her little cupie. Now, I'm living cozy in my new room. It's padded, just like they promised, and I got a new jacket too. Everything's all pretty and white and makes me think of clouds. Not much to do though, pretty boring. I like to lay around and count the springs on the bed above me, but I lose count all the time. See, I got something inside me, or someone. I hear things, all kinds of things. Sometimes they seem to be coming from right here in my head, others they seem to be coming from far away. Sometimes I think I'm hearing the people I killed, that they're coming back to keep me company. Sometimes I think it's my twin from across the universe. You know, alternate galaxies? Course, I get lonely sometimes too. Listening to the same old voices over and over again, it gets old. Same arguments, same name calling, same conversations . . and no sex. You can't have sex with a ghost . . can you? No really, can you? Today's different though. Today somebody opens my door while I'm actually awake. Usually they wait until I fall asleep out of boredom. They don't like coming into my room when I'm awake. And they usually have stun guns. Really big ones. The kind that kinda tickle a little and make birdies sing in my ears. This time, though, there's no stun gun. Just some real ugly dude, looks like he's been baked a little too long, just past crispy. Course, I like 'em just past crispy, all the more flavor. I'm on my feet before the words are out of his mouth, running for him, slamming my body into his. Partyyyy!!! Did ya bring the streamers? And by streamers, I mean lamb guts!

Neverland had not fallen apart, even after the defeat of Peter Pan. The day had started like any other; his best man Smee had dressed him in his finest, and the Revenge was all decked out. Peter had attacked right on time, with a sweet something in toe. The Lost Boys had been winning until one of his men stabbed Peter in the back, the dagger slipping between his ribs. Peter had fallen to the deck as Hook swung his sword, cleaving his head from his shoulders. It was unreal; he had finally won. He even sailed back and forth across the bay before feeding Peter's body to the gator. But now he had a problem - Wendy was in his cabin, sobbing like a lost child. He didn't know what to do with her; the Lost Boys didn't want her to be happy playing with the savages. They had left Wendy in her nightgown, covered in Peter's blood. Wendy, what shall I do with you? He paced back and forth, there was no part of the plan for what to do with a teenage girl, only 13 or 14 years old. He had plenty of wenches in the harbor who could do what she could ten times over. He paced, stabbing the wall with his hook as he looked over the shaking Wendy. "Tell me, little sweet," he said, "what should I do with you?

Wendy's shoulders shook uncontrollably as she sobbed and cried for the death of her beloved Peter Pan, the memory burning forever in her mind as she helplessly watched Hook chop his head right off. After that, she was abandoned by the lost boys, including her very own little brothers, on the deck of Hook's pirate ship. Devastated, abandoned, and alone, Wendy had a truly terrible day. Gripping at her nightgown, still stained with Peter's blood, Wendy said nothing to Hook, staring down at her lap as tears silently rolled down her pale cheeks. Slowly looking up at Hook with her ocean-blue eyes, she wondered what he would do with her.

Nariko Jirou looked up at the open sky. She lay on her back and watched aimlessly as the clouds rolled by. She was bored and needed to pass the time somehow. She hadn't received any new missions recently, so she spent her days watching the sky roll by. Being a rogue ninja had its perks, but she missed having a team to command and teammates to share stories with. She sighed, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her gray eyes before standing. "Alright, Shika," she muttered to the large black wolf at her side, who merely yawned. It was her summoning animal, but usually it did little more than laze around. She sighed at his lackadaisical behavior and released him, allowing him to disappear in a cloud of smoke. She strapped her katana to her side and set off down the long road ahead of her, feeling somewhat haunted by its emptiness.

Nathan Stone 19 Kunai Lightning Taijutsu Nathan watched the girl with interest. He was going to rob her for her valuables and leave her to possibly die if he had to use force. He was trained in the ways of the ninja but was cast out for his crude, brutal, and unjustful ways of doing things. They usually involved his team and innocent people getting hurt or killed, though he didn't care so long as the job was finished. Now, he was a thief and a mercenary for hire. He had to make a living somehow. He waited for her to approach the forest where he would ambush her using his Paralysis Jutsu.

Cagali thought for a moment, then sighed. The EA was already pressuring Orb once again. "It's too late for that," she said, turning off the cameras in her office. She made sure to look into them so the person at security knew not to act. What she was about to say next had to stay between them. "However, the Earth Forces have already started to demand that we join them, and if the last war is any indication, they will stop at nothing. Orb alone isn't strong enough to hold them off, and signing up with ZAFT is foolish since they're simply too far away to properly protect us. And I'm not so sure if Durandal is the good guy he's appearing to be. He gives me the creeps; too slick, you know." This means that there's no way we can avoid officially signing with them, but I can't let them use Orb's resources to fight against ZAFT. So before we officially sign with them, we're going to destroy all weaponry the Orb army has and ask as many soldiers as possible to retire. With no mass driver, ships or mobile suits that can be used in the war, their interest will drop, and it will just be a signature. And when I say destroyed, I mean destroyed beyond repair, and every ship and every single mobile suit, every tank, etc. No way will Orb's weapons be used in that war, even if we can't avoid signing with the Earth forces. "Also," she continued, "I want you to poison the Seyrants, father and son. Use a poison that's quickly broken down by the body and can't be detected after 24 hours. Once their bodies are discovered after that period, separately of course, they can only assume their deaths were natural. With no evidence of foul play, that chapter is closed. Oh, and make sure that when you dump the bodies to place them in the same position they fell in, otherwise they'll know the bodies were dumped." She finished, hating the Seyrants, who annoyed her to no end and the idea of having to marry Unaroma made her sick. Of course if he were dead, she couldn't marry him. "These two have an agenda of their own that's dangerous for this nation, I can't fire them and it's unlikely any court would ever convict a family as influential as theirs. I hate to stoop to their level, but it can't be helped. I know I can trust you with all of this. Also, to push the final button, Captain Todoka is the best man for the job. I'm sorry to have to have him do something like this though. Are we clear?" She asked. Athrun picked the girl up, using his shoulder to help her walk, guiding her back out of the base, his free arm keeping cover as they planted the charges. They made their escape, Shin providing cover again as their transport lifted off, returning to the Minerva. The pilot did his best, giving her basic medical attention before wheeling her off to the doctor. "As you wish, miss Cagali," he said as he stepped out, already formulating a plan. To deal with the tanks, he had the various power cores and engines suffer catastrophic failure, overloading main electrical systems and causing damage in the explosion, easily scuttling their technology, though he kept the static gun emplacements (as they could not be used for offense). For the family he had to be a little more subtle, they would detect most poisons, so he broke the toxin down into multiple components, each one innocuous unless combined in the body. He had to seduce one of the wait staff but managed to poison their various meals, the poison would make it seem the father had a heart attack and cause the son to degrade into catatonia... one death and another injury would be less suspicious than 2 deaths, especially if the son was infected with a disease that had such effects (It mustn't have been caught). It took him a while but he returned "I have done as you asked" he said matter-of-factly, leaving it at that. Eva heard someone at the door, she panicked somewhat, but was too weak to really do anything. But her fear soon stopped, it was the red color of their uniforms that she recognized. She wasn't really thinking at all, her body seemed to move by itself almost. She felt relieved when they finally arrived on a ZAFT ship, she didn't know its name. She finally passed out on her way to sickbay. "You've done well, thank you." Cagali said. She had to deal with the political aspect. Speak at his funeral, pretending to be close to them. She signed the petition, but with no weapons ready for use they were useless to them. One other thing had happened. When checking the base they found a golden mobile suit, Akatsuki. She had it shipped to the Archangel and the Archangel had launched after an attempt on Lacus' life. She also used the deaths of the Seyrants in another fashion. Saying she would have to deal with everything from a secure location, afraid for her own life. This location would become the Archangel. "Now everything is in place, come with me." She said, their transport was waiting. It had been a couple of hours since Eva had been brought in. Captain Gladys entered sickbay. "How is she doctor?" She asked. "Slowly improving," the doctor replied. "But she's going to be out of it for three more days. The scan I made showed incredibly low melatonine levels, the drug given her I believe was to keep her awake. Sleep is what she needs now. I stitches up and cleaned up her injuries, which fortunately were superficial. The IVs are providing her with the fluids and nutrition she needs. Her recovery is gong to take a while though aside from her psychological state." The captain asked if he could give an estimate. "Well she hasn't eaten in ten days, which means we have to get her digestional track functional again. She lost all fat and a lot of muscle tissue as well. I think that she can be physically functional in ten days to two weeks, but it can take up to three months to regain her former physical condition. And again that's leaving her mental state out of it." The doctor replied. "Thank you doctor." The captain said and went to his quarters to contact the chairman and relay the news. He followed miss Cagali, using her other security staff with decoys to ensure her safety... their transport would be much smaller and low key than the Decoy. Athuran sat by her side as she slept, not wanting to leave the soldier alone... she had suffered enough at the hands of the Alliance... those bastards. It was nice of Athrun to stay, but it took about three days before she finally woke up. At first she had no idea where she was, but it was the red uniform that once again made her calm down. She knew she was back, but wasn't sure how to react. The doctor immediately came over for a check-up. He smiled at her. "You're steadily improving," he said. Then he walked over to inform the captain. Things were going smoothly. "Let's hope they don't make too much of a mess," Cagali said as they arrived at their destination. She got out of the car and boarded the familiar ship. After saying hello to everyone and almost getting knocked over by her brother it was time to settle in. She had a room to herself, of course. "Back with the living," Athrun joked, the worry showing on his features slowly relieved. He checked the room as he kept back, not wanting to get in the way of her reunion. "Would you like me to leave you in peace miss?" he asked, moving to leave her in peace in her quarters. "Guess so," she said and smiled a little at him. "Like someone pulled me through a wringer. How long have I been out for?" Eva replied, curious as to what had happened, her memories were rather fuzzy. "You should get settled into your own quarters. We'll be here for quite a while." She said. His quarters, of course, were right next to hers. For the first time in months, she had some peace and quiet, but that couldn't last long. "A couple of days," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face as he smiled. "At least you can still feel." He added with a slight chuckle. "Sure," he said, leaving her as he went to go rest in his quarters, laying down awake... not wanting to sleep and leave her unguarded just yet. She tried to smile, but the best she could manage over this lousy joke was that the right corner of her mouth jerked upwards. She still felt tired. The nurse came around and put a cup with what looked like some sort of shake down. "Take a sip every five minutes or so." Eva nodded, the nurse didn't need to explain why to drink it so slowly. She took a sip and made a face. "This tastes worse than the vending machine coffee at Carpentaria." She commented. "Sorry about that, but it should help you recover more quickly." The nurse said. Eva nodded. "Can I please get a straw?" She then asked. Just because she had to drink it didn't mean she had to taste the damn stuff. The nurse returned with a straw and handed it to her. The file said she could be a difficult patient, but so far she'd been co-operative, sort of. Cagali sighed when she was alone. Finally, some time to herself. But still the situation was bad and not getting any better. No one knew exactly where she was other than her bodyguard and herself. She turned on the specially programmed computer designed to conceal location. It couldn't be long until the inbox would be full. Well, here were some messages. The supreme council had sent one in reply to the one she sent them about Orb joining the EA. They congratulated her on her smart move and hoped she'd stay safe, that was it. One was from their housekeeper who was worried and she sent a short response. She had expected more, but there wasn't. She signed off and drifted off into a light slumber now that most stress was gone. Arthuran quickly moved away, grabbing a small packet and offering it to her. "Sugar, might make it taste better," he said, smiling at her as he sat back down. "So why were you locked up there?" he asked, his inquisitive nature taking over. He listened to the noises slow down from the room as he got up, checking she was alright and softly putting a blanket over Miss Cagali. "Sweet dreams," he murmured gently. "Thanks." Eva replied and when she got the straw she took another sip, making sure not to taste the foul liquid at all. "Because Seyrant Junior decided to go against Cagali and tried to make friends with the EA by handing me over. And what they wanted me for is confidential, even for FAITH or not the chairman is the only one I can talk to about this." She told him. Cagali stirred and looked at him. Then closed her eyes again. "Thanks, you should get some rest too," she told him, the last month or so having been really hard on both of them. "Sure sure," he said, sitting back down and taking a glass of water, sipping it. "At least you are safe now," he added, sitting next to her. "I'll be fine," Rin said, tugging the blanket a little more over her. "I'll keep watch over you, Miss Cagali," he added, smiling. Athrun listened to Cagali's story, there being a lot happening. He already knew Orb was being pressured, but Cagali had solved the problem well. Now Orb joining was just a formality. The nurse came back. "Once you finish your drink, I'll take you to your room. You'll be on liquid food for a couple of days, then you'll start getting normal food again. Please take it easy." She said. Cagali laughed. "Don't worry, I won't try to run a marathon any time soon," she joked. The nurse ordered, "There's no need for that here. Get some sleep." She turned to her side. Hopefully Athrun would realize she was safe here. "It is a tough time," he sighed. "I will take her," he offered. "I think she has seen enough of doctors." He helped the girl up, walking with her to the room. "Well then good night," he said, kissing her forehead. "Sweet dreams, miss Cagali," he added, going to try and get some rest. He sighed, drifting off to sleep as he dreamed of better times... when they were at her summer retreat in. He lead her to the room, taking as much of her weight as possible as he led her to her private quarters, in a quiet part of the ship. "Here," he said, helping her onto the bed. "Anything else you need?" he asked. Eva was grateful for his help, with less weight to carry it hurt less. "Thank you. Could you stay for a while? I'd go stir crazy in here by myself." She said, hoping he would. It was her vacation, hopefully they could manage this long weekend without her. She had her bodyguard with her, of course. It had been great, relaxing, taking a stroll in the woods surrounding the cabin. Tonight it would be really cold outside, and she had made a cosy fire in the fireplace and was lying down on the rug in front of it, waiting for him to show up with their hot cocoa and soup. "Of course I can," he said as he sat down at the head of the bed next to her. "What would you like to talk about then, Eva?" he asked. He brought the drinks, smiling at her as he slipped a blanket over her. "Is there anything else, miss Cagali?" he asked, admiring her regal beauty mixed with the cuteness of a girl curled up in front of the fireplace. "Well, why did you return to ZAFT?" Eva then asked him. She wanted to know how he was doing; so much had happened, so much crap. It was time to check on her friends, but the only one here was Athrun. "This is great," she said. The blanket was big enough for both of them. She took her cup and took a sip of her hot cocoa. "This is perfect," she told him. He had to tell her how he did that sometime. "The war was going to happen, and the best way to protect Orb would be to fight those Earth Alliance dogs," he said simply, sighing softly. "Yes, miss Cagali," he said, slipping under the blanket as he pressed against her, holding her close as his hands wandered just a little...how could they not?

Makes sense. Though Orb has its own battle. The Seyrants were supporters of the Alliance and although maybe the most prominent among the people, they were likely not the only ones. But Cagali played it smart. Orb is of no use to the EA this way. It's basically just a signature," Eva said. Cagali was surprised when he felt his hands on her breasts. She put her cup of coffee down and closed her eyes, enjoying the touches. Her nipples grew hard as he rubbed over them and she moaned softly.

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, all dressed up. There was supposed to be a big party for celebrities, some A-list group who thought they were untouchable and wouldn't get caught and disappear like some of those 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.

The place was packed with A-list celebrities, directors, and others of the sort. People like Frank Miller, Quentin Tarantino, Clive Owen, Brittany Murphy, and many others. As Jessica entered the party, she smiled brightly at some of the other stars, her dark brown eyes glittering brightly as she waved to some of the others. She wore a beautiful white silk halter dress that stopped just above her knees, revealing her soft tan lines. It was easy to see that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her dress. All she wore was a thong and on her feet were a pair of expensive silver high heels. Around her neck was an even more expensive diamond necklace. After entering, she moved around the party, mingling with the other partygoers. One of her friends handed her a glass of champagne as she passed, and she thanked them. Although she loved being with her friends, Jessica wasn't a huge fan of such large parties. There was always too many people and it was easy to get lost in the crowd.

It was Sunday - a perfect lazy afternoon in the gardens outside of her family's lovely white house. The rose bushes were being tended by the gardener, while her mother was chiding the gardener for planting white roses instead of red ones. They could always paint the roses red... Alice thought to herself, but could only giggle at the absurdness of the thought as she lay on her back in the grass - staring up at the sky, filled with fluffy white shapes. There was a book open on her chest, but Alice had grown distracted with the way the clouds danced above her, floating away and away. What should it be like to be a cloud, I wonder? her thoughts, as always, drifting from topic to topic aimlessly, and often without a thread of sense to string it all together. Alice saw things much differently than anyone else, and life was an adventure when you didn't see things so conventionally. Her bright blue eyes always had a sparkle to them, a dreamy, faraway look - like she wasn't there at all. Her older sister was sitting neatly nearby with a book, in a prim velvet and lace dress and the finest hat atop her perfect curls. The book didn't look interesting to Alice, because there were no pictures and didn't seem to have much dialogue or fighting like all the good books should. Just thinking about reading a boring, picture-less book was making Alice feel sleepy. Her eyelids drooped and she let out a sigh as her entire body completely relaxed. She was half-asleep when she saw something very strange...

The man with the white rabbit ears and the fine suit was moving closer to her. He was very pleasant-seeming, but he was there for a darker purpose. He hit the vial bottle from Alice, smiling as he knelt beside her, caressing her shoulder as he slowly moved. He had the open bottle; he held it up to her lips, moving her so that her head was bent back and she had no choice but to swallow. He pinched her nose just enough, getting her to take it all down. He had pleasant enough green eyes and brown hair, but as he waited for the drug to work, he slowly scooped her into his arms. He was already moving her, assuming and expecting the drug to work as he walked toward the hole in the ground...

Wow... more people here than I thought there'd be," said young Sakura Kasugano with a whistle as she stood outside the ring of people, all men, watching the fight happening in the center. While seemingly impromptu, it was official... more or less. "Gah... I can't see anything!" she said, setting her school bag down and standing on her tiptoes to try and see the action. She failed to notice that she was pressing her perky breasts up against the men in front of her, getting lecherous looks and snickers that she too, failed to notice. "Stupid teacher... holding me after class..." she muttered to herself, obviously annoyed. And with her attire, obviously coming straight from school, as she was still dressed in her rather provocative school uniform. She had her headband and gloves on though, as she always had those things on her. She stuck out like a sore thumb, being the only girl there. Either through naivety or just lack of attention, she failed to notice all the looks she was getting from the male crowd, as well as the whispers of rather sexual things they'd all like to do to her. Though, none of the men seemed to be aware that she was scheduled to compete in this little series of fights, or that she could likely kick most of their asses if they acted on their perverted plans for her.

Nathan Stone sat on the sidelines in the shadows, watching the crowd. He didn't like crowds, but they were useful. In this area, cops were often lurking, and he really didn't want to get into another fight with them. His jailmate, Cody, had escaped again, and Nathan had been lucky enough to escape with him, but soon afterward, they parted ways. Now it was Nathan's turn. He walked to the center of the ring and surveyed the crowd. A young woman was trying to look over the top rope; she caught his eye. He smiled. The reason Nathan had gone to jail was for indecent exposure during public scenes. He loved toying with girls and fucking them, but he did it when he felt like it, and right now, all he wanted to do was beat the living hell out of someone to relieve some tension from being confined in a cell. Nathan - So, which one of you bastards wants to take me on?

Everyone in the ninja class sat in anticipation as the day for being put into their squads finally came about. Everybody had a preference for who they wanted to be in a squad with, and the most popular choice for that was Kira Yamamoto, the female prodigy of the class that aced every exam put in front of her. Though, her skill wasn't what got everyone interested in her. It was her incredible good looks. Primarily her VERY large breasts and skimpy outfit that rivaled even Tsunade in sheer hotness, who just so happen to be giving the squad assignments out just so she could get away from paperwork for at least a few moments. "Squad 1 is...," she said, the room falling silent as everyone listened intently. "Kira Yamamoto, Aki Yamamoto and Nathan Stone. Squad leader is Ichiro Hatake." she announced. A collective groan of disappointment spread across the class, as their...idol was put into a squad with her sister and a single guy. Well, except for Aki, who squeeled excitedly and damn near tackled her sister out of her seat beside her as she leaped into her lap for a hug. "I can't believe it. We're in a squad together sis!" she happily exclaimed, sitting in Kira's lap like she was Santa Claus, arms wrapped around her, hugging her tightly. "So we are..." she said in her calm tone, smiling and chuckling after, a rare show for her as she returned the hug while Aki settled comfortable in her lap. It was a unique sight, but not one anyone minded. A really attractive girl holding and snuggled close to an even hotter girl with a giant rack...what was not to enjoy. Tsunade didn't seem to mind either, or perhaps even notice as she went about reading out the rest of the squad assignments.

Nathan Stone Ichiro Hatake Hearing his name being called, Nathan broke from the trance after staring at Tsunade's large breasts like all the other males in the class were, though some were even saying things about what they'd do to Tsunade. Looking over to his squad mates, he chuckled and walked over to the two and hugged them also. "Group hug teammate!" He said jokingly, this was more so that he could get a feel for his teammates literally. When he wrapped his arms around them, he slowly moved his hands down towards their bottoms and began to rub. Old habits die hard, and Nathan was known to be quite physical with beautiful or lusty women.

At his home in California, Nathan received a call a week ago about his aunt needing him to travel to New York to look after the apartment. He drove there now, having no intention of flying due to his fear of heights. The trip took quite a while as he pulled into the driveway. As he approached the door, he saw a note saying that his aunt had left yesterday because she couldn't wait any longer. Sighing, Nathan knocked on the door to the office of the apartment, hoping someone - an employee perhaps or another resident who offered to help - would answer.

The middle girl. Crystal heard the knocking on the door, "I'm coming, I'm coming hold on!" She ran towards the door and hastily answered it, "Hello?" Before Crystal could compose herself she noticed the man standing at the door. She was completely entranced by his looks and couldn't stop checking him out. Crystal quickly shook it off and fixed her posture, "I take it you're our curator's nephew?

Jill lay bent across the bar, panting as the zombie stopped its movement. For a moment she thought perhaps her undead rapist was going to stop, but then it seemed to move and lift her along with it, the creature sitting down and lifting her onto its lap, his ice-cold cock never leaving her body. "Oh my god..." she moaned as it began to lift her up and down, her breasts starting to bounce inside of her tube top. As tight as the article of clothing was, she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it, so there was nothing to hold her chest in place.

And soon, even the tubetop was gone as the zombie's hands seemed to get a mind of their own, wandering up her body, stopping on her sizable chest then pulling the clothing right down to her waist like her skirt. All the while, it was thrusting up inside of her, the power of its thrusts lifting her up and bouncing her just like it had done with its hands just moments ago.

A light groan escaped the sixteen year old's mouth, as Akira Sienna stepped through the door of a seemingly abandoned house. It was within a rather rich neighborhood, the higher-ups in the military probably lived in this area, too... These thoughts, and more were running through the Major's mind as she brushed some cobwebs aside. It was suspicious, alright - some kids had come through the house just a day or so before, but then again, some spiders were quick, and it was really dark in the house. She sighed, before she glanced up and around the room. "Hello?" she called out into the house. As soon as the words left her lips, she felt uneasy. The unease stayed with the young state alchemist as she wandered through the abandoned mansion. Maybe the people in the Command Center were wrong; there was no mass murderer hiding here. She felt her heart pounding a bit in her nervousness. Maybe she shouldn't have taken such a bold entrance, after all...

Hearing someone, Nathan smirked as he dissolved into the floorboards as he made way for the entrance hall. Seeing a girl, though still hidden as he was a part of the house, he waited for her to get even more inside the mansion before he made the doors slam shut and a gust of wind shot out to hit her hard. He waited for her to go upstairs, seeing as how he purposefully collapsed the house so it was the only way upstairs where the bedrooms were... each bedroom foretold a different punishment for intrusion...

Terristretched and yawned as she sat up from bed, grinning as memories flooded back to her. Yesterday had been her 14th birthday...the day she became old enough to become a Pokemon Trainer. Of course she had wanted to get going right away, wanted to go and get her first Pokemon and set out into the wide world...she had never even left the town where she had grown up. Her parents however had insisted she stay for at least one more day. Truth be told, they weren't too fond of the idea of their daughter becoming a Pokemon trainer...though Terri really didn't have much idea why. Sure she hadn't met many trainers in her 14 years but she knew she had always wanted to be a trainer, ever since she was little. "Ok!" Terri couldn't wipe the grin from her face as she went around to get ready, showering, drying and brushing her hair, having her breakfast and brushing her teeth, oblivious to the concerned looks that her parents were giving her the entire time. They wanted to tell her but....neither of them had the heart to risk ruining her dreams. She would find out the truth about being a Pokemon trainer soon enough. "Bye mom! By dad!" Terri kissed each of them on the cheek as she adjusted her backpack. "I'll be sure to send you lots of letters ok? Now don't worry about me, I'll be fine! Really!" She grinned, hugging them both, before turning to go, practically running down the street. She couldn't wait to find out what Pokemon she would be given....each trainer was given a random Pokemon without being able to choose, an attempt to help starting trainers become more diverse. "I'm heeeeeeeeeere!" Terri announced her presence loudly as she arrived at the local trainer center, right on time for her appointment, heading toward the new trainers room. "Ok...oh I can't wait anymore! Please please please! Can I have my Pokemon?" The woman behind the counter blinked, then laughed nervously, tapping a few details onto the computer, before a Pokeball rose up from a hole in the counter. "Alright miss, I'll leave you to get acquainted with your new Pokemon" The woman bowed, then turned to go, leaving Terri alone in the room. "Ok....time to meet you. Come on out!" Terri dropped the Pokeball in order to release the occupant.

When humans first began training pokemon, they did so to have living weapons, creatures that they could use to settle differences and curb the need for war. However, over time, they learned that pokemon were capable of serving a much more devious need. Pokemon were found to have incredible libidos, capable of producing orgasm after orgasm. Many, it seemed, had an insatiable desire for sex. This realization was not made until the famous female trainer, Serephani, was taken repeatedly by her Tengela. It was truly an amazing and altogether frightening scene. In this world, the true nature of Pokemon had shifted to focus on harems and pleasure rather than battles. Pokemon still fought each other, but now through careful sexually based attacks. For this reason, the official age for training had been pushed up to 14 and was often hidden from children. As Terri gripped her new pokeball, it rustled in her hand. As she released it, the ball opened in a flash of red light, before her sat a young-looking Growlithe. He was slender, a little short, but he had a very proud, if somewhat goofy, expression on his face. He grinned up at her with his goofy grin and slowly stood to his feet. His body was marked with red fur with black stripes. His chest was covered with soft, fluffy blonde fur. Atop his head, sat a small tuft of blonde hair, and a bushy tail of golden fur swished behind him.

Satoshi For all of his traveling there were very few times that Satoshi could say he had the pleasure of traveling with one of the most powerful trainers in the region he was visiting, much less the actual Champion of it. A small grin crossed his lips as he glanced towards his partner Pikachu perched happily on his shoulder and then back toward the blond-haired woman ahead of him. Looking back at it he tried to recall how Cynthia had managed to talk the young trainer into exploring the Galactic base with her in order to free the three legendaries necessary to unleash the powers of Dialga and Palkia from their dimensional worlds, but a small blush crossed his cheeks at the mere memory. It was hard to say no to a woman who cared about pokemon the way she did, and much harder when she knew how to accentuate her womanly swells before a hormonal teenager. After all he was only sixteen. You ready to do this, Pikachu? Pika-pika! Comforted by the enthusiasm of his partner, Ash moved sprinted to catch up with Cynthias retreating figure, adjusting his cap to a backwards tilt. He meant business now if he could only keep his eyes ahead toward the Team Galactic Storage building rather than Cynthias rear end. When he finally did catch up he did his best to hide the blush creeping along his face as he glanced toward the entrance for Galactics Veilstone headquarters from behind some of the boxes in the warehouse area. So what's the plan, Cynthia? They would need to defeat the guard before them to make their way through, and from that point on either move very carefully or dominate in pokemon battles. Satoshi was confident in his ability to keep himself and his team out of trouble, and more than confident in Cynthias ability, but what he knew he'd need to control were raging hormones. He was slightly just a bit shorter than her, missing her by an inch or so, but from his previous adventures the youth was definitely cut in physical perfection. He'd wait for her to explain how she thought they should travel and who should take the guard. All the while though he fought hard to keep his mind from polluting itself with images of provocative excitement..they were here to save pokemon, not so he could enjoy the blissful woman that was before him. Not that he'd mind. Me and Pikachu are ready to go when you say the word!

Cynthia had been following Team Galactic's actions for some time. Just recently, the trail led her to Veilstone City, where she had learned of the three Ancient Pixies that Cyrus had captured. Outside of the entrance, she met a charming and attractive trainer who seemed almost too eager to assist her. She had no problem with such a young pure-blood boy following her, and if time would allow, she'd show him more than just how to battle. In the entrance of the base, a single guard blocked the door leading into the base. Surely both of them together could easily defeat him, but Cynthia was more interested in Satoshi's skills. "Satoshi, I'd like to see what you can do. I trust you can defeat this guard with no problems," she said, patting his butt as she pushed him out from behind the boxes. "And if nothing else, it's my turn to stare at your behind.

Hinata Hyuuga walked slowly towards her designated meeting point. The Hokage had pulled Hinata from her usual team for a special assignment, with someone she had never met before. That was going to be difficult. Hinata had a hard enough time around her own teammates despite the fact she'd been working with them for a few years now... having to work with someone new again... it would be like she was a kid all over again, reverting back to her shy, withdrawn self. The girl sighed softly, brushing some of her hair behind her ear, then pulling her jacket a little more tightly around herself. Despite the fact it was the middle of summer, Hinata still wore her large jacket - it helped her to hide. Not to hide completely from sight of course, but it hid what was really behind the jacket. Well, that and a lot of tight straps... Hinata was unlike most girls... She was rather ashamed of her 'assets' and so did her best to hide their true size. Honestly, she was already as big as Tsunade and still growing, but to any onlooker she wouldn't look particularly large, thanks to strapping herself down and the large, bulky jacket. "Okay," she arrived at the meeting place, glancing around slowly to see she was alone. So, she slowly leaned against the wall, directing her attention down to the ground as she waited in silence.

Komakai had no idea why he was being assigned a new partner. Even though it was brief, it seemed unnecessary. But it was the Hokage's orders, and Komakai just couldn't say no to a woman with big breasts. Komakai was a pervert, but he hid it pretty well. But he had a weakness for girls with huge breasts, it was his personal fetish, let's say. So the ninja was really hoping that his partner would have some nice ones. Komakai laughed, figuring he probably shouldn't get ahead of himself. He walked to the meeting point and saw a girl. A rather attractive girl, although the jacket was a bit of a turnoff... way too baggy for him to tell anything. Komakai approached the girl. "You wouldn't happen to be my partner, would you?

There was a small party going on in the world of the living, many people from both the living world and Soul Society in attendance, celebrating the end of all their troubles. Finally, things had settled back to normal, no more insanely powerful idiots trying to take over or destroy the world, no more Arrancar running rampant, coming and going as they pleased. Finally after years of fighting things were back to how they used to be. Ichigo, now 18 years old, was standing chatting with Rukia by one of the tables, laughing as they discussed old times with each other, joking about the dangerous fights they had been in, thinking back on all the times they had nearly been killed, and of course all the stupid mistakes Ichigo had made along the way. Still, all that was behind them now. Now their lives could settle down, Ichigo could go back to being a normal guy, while Rukia could finally move on with her life as a Shinigami. The two were so engrossed in their discussions they weren't really paying much attention to their surroundings, or the people near them.

Yuzu and Karin were more than a bit surprised when their big brother Ichigo invited them to an adult party. It was only his friends from high school and the Soul Society, but the twins seemed the youngest ones there. After fighting Hollows, Bounts, and Arrancar, Ichigo was hardly the same brother they knew. He spent all his time fighting with his friends or training to fight, in fact he hardly ate or slept at home anymore. "Chad, do you know where Ichigo is?" asked Yuzu, all dressed in white as an angel, already shivering from the chill fall air. Karin, dressed all in red, looked the part of the most adorable demon. The party was being held in the clinic, and as always it was hard to find their lazy-heroic brother, the guest of honor. "I think I saw him go upstairs with Rukia," Chad told them, pointing to the stairs. Grabbing Yuzu's wrist, she dragged her sibling up the stairs from a closet, they could hear a lot of painting and moaning. Yuzu was already a deep shade of cherry red as her bold sibling reached for the handle.

The sound of a light melody rang through the moist breeze. Fall was changing to winter, and you could smell the damp in the air and see the color transition on the leaves. I hummed a light lullaby while raking the front stairs of our miniscule log cabin. The cottage house was just on the outskirts of the small village in France. I lived with my father, a lower class citizen trying to make a career out of his imagination - a strong talent I inherited. Being an inventor, there was barely any money going in to the household, but it didn't really matter. I hosted a small vegetable garden in the backward, and we got bread donated from the local bakery. We got by fairly well. I did my best to help around where I could here and there. But it was a small town, and paying for things with gold wasn't really the mode of payment; it was more trading items and food, among other things. But still, it was a happy and untouched village. Dusk was settling in and soon be to transfer over to dark, and my father had yet to return. He should have been home early morning, but no sign or hear from him yet. Of course, it was only normal to be late, some times a couple of days but he was incredibly punctual and I began to worry. I was just about to enter the cottage before I heard a muffled noise to my right. I turned only to be abruptly greeted by Philippe, the horse who had carried my father's cart into the forest. Philippe! What is it, boy? He looked confused and whipped his head around while making spitting noises with his mouth. Pieces of wood were dragging behind him. It was the remnants from the carriage. I ran to the door and unhooked a coat .I headed back and untied the broken wood and mounted the horse. I pulled on his reigns and after much struggle, finally got him to set back into the forest. He began to trot, but slowed himself when nearing the darkness of the woods. He made rough hissing sounds before backing up. With sudden flails, Philippe took off running, but turned around, and began to jump around as if something was attacking him. Philippe! Philippe! Whoa boy! Whoa! I was thrown off of his back and he disappeared into the shadows of the trees. I stood up from the cold ground, groaning in pain from the rough landing. I was wrapped in my cloak that I had thrown on before hopping on Philippe. I rolled around on the ground, like an injured worm trying to squirm for life. I stopped in my tracks at the sound of growling. My eyes shifted to the sight of a pack of wolves looking down at me. A blob of drool fell onto my face. My body began to shiver in fear. "Nice doggies," I said sarcastically. The leader snapped, and I began to scream at the top of my petite lungs. I rolled around, finally standing on my two feet as I was being pounced by raging wild animals. They latched onto my dress, shaking their heads from left to right and slowly tearing it piece by piece until there was almost nothing left. I picked up a log and began to defend myself. Once I smacked one out cold, the rest slowly started to wean off. "Get away!" I screamed. I was lucky - my skin was barely broken, but a few scratches here and there. I turned around, almost falling over to the sight of a gigantic castle standing tall in front of me. My legs wobbled over to the gates and I shook them hard until they swung open suddenly. I fell onto my face, the ripped cloak fluttering on top of me. My body trembled in cold. My dress was sprawled all over the ground behind me, in literal pieces, and I had but a few shreds of dress left to cover my thin image. Bringing myself to my feet, I wrapped the cloak around my body and approach the door. Hello? Hello!? Does anyone live here? Papa? Papa? Helloooo? I bumped my fists against the door. I heard the locks crack and cringe open. The door slowly leaned into the house to leave a small opening for myself. I looked around and poked my head in. Hello? My voice echoed throughout the palace. The house was in the dark with the exception of a few candles that lit up the path up a crumbling staircase. I crept up the stairway only to be lead to a dungeon. Papa? Papa! I ran over to the bars where he was hunched over, coughing, and trying to hold my hands. Belle...! You must leave! Now! Before it's too late! He choked on his own words, coughing out a wad of blood from the back of his throat. I swore in the name of Christ, but he silenced me and continued to speak. Before he comes back, you have to escape. Leave me here... or you will end up just the same, or worse! I looked at him confused, Who's he? No. I'm not leaving! I'm going to get you out. There was a loud slamming noise behind me. Papa yelled out in protection as I turned around; pushing me away to try and get me to run. But his screams and pleas were blurred out in my mind. The only this I could focus on was the shadow enlarging before my very eyes. My jaw dropped open as I clenched the torn cloak to my nude body. My eyes bulged out of my face in fear. I couldn't recognize the huge figure before me, but judging by the sheer size of the thing, I knew I was in trouble; big, bad trouble.

He had once been named Adam, a prince who had been less than kind to strangers. He had power and he rarely respected anyone without the same sort of status. Kindness was not something he was known for; he treated others as their station in life warranted, those with power or money would be treated with a measure of respect while those without would need to learn that he was hardly the sort of person to care about their needs in the least. The old gypsy woman had sought to teach him a lesson years ago, cursing him in order to try to make him see the value of others, but so far it had gone unlearned - if anything, it had made him worse. Where before he just hadn't cared about others, now he took out his anger on those who passed by instead of not being willing to help those in need, he would instead punish them. Like the old man who had recently stopped by trying to get out of the cold, the Beast formerly known as Adam had instead thrown him inside of the dungeon of his manor which had fallen into a state of disrepair. The old man had begged to be released, saying that he had a daughter that he needed to care for, and of course feeling a little bit cruel at that moment, Adam had informed him that if his daughter should come then the old man would go free and she would take his place. He hadn't expected anything like that to happen, but as he heard the wolves howling that night, he moved to investigate, seeing a lovely young woman pursued by them. He felt moved to save her, not out of any kindness but more from a lust, something that he had not felt since his body first changed. Could this be the daughter that the old man had insisted would come for him? He followed her as she escaped the wolves and entered his home, a great deal of stealth being shown by something so large and beastial. Her mostly nude body only served to further his freshly awakened desire. As he ran into the dungeon, he took his time following her, giving her a few moments alone with the old man before he interrupted. She will do nicely. He growled, his voice deep and close to that of an animal. Reaching out with one large paw-like hand, he gripped her arm. I will take her to her new home and be down to free you later one. With immense strength, he began to drag her away.

Sakura stretched as she walked through the village, glancing around happily at the sights that met her. The reconstruction was going well, everyone was pulling together to move on and try to just forget about the past, determined to put the village back together bigger and better than ever. While the critical ninja areas had been completed first, other areas of Konoha had developed somewhat more quickly than others. In particular, the relaxation areas of the village had rebuilt quickly. Tourists hadn't been coming, but at the end of a long day of construction work people wanted to relax, so the bars, restaurants and Hot Springs dotting the village had been rebuilt almost overnight. And now, Sakura was ready to do the same. With a happy stretch, the 16-year-old kunoichi entered the hot springs near the edge of the village, paying her fee and heading through to the women's changing rooms. Rather surprisingly, she found herself alone, but then again it was the afternoon; most people were still working. Fortunately for her, however, she had been given some time off. "Ahhhhhh," the pink-haired ninja let out a sigh of relief as she slowly slipped into the hot water of the spring, towel wrapped around herself. "It's been so long..." She slipped her entire body, minus her head, into the water, then leaned back against the rocks, letting relaxation overtake her.

Naruto sighed... Stupid Ero-senin and his missions, still needing the blonde's help after all these years. Jiriya had wanted him to put a special potion in the fountain's water supply... Apparently to advance his research and he knew better than to try and reason with the old perv. The blonde sighed, stretching as he walked away from the supplies, the blue potion spreading into all of the pools, the gentle lapping of the water carrying it around. It was pretty simple actually, it was a variation of healing potions... Stimulating growth in the people it washed over... In the kind of areas the sage liked to document.

Sakura sighed and stretched as she walked out of the village gates, rubbing at the side of her head as she headed out on patrol. These last few years had gotten...well, boring. There weren't even any exciting missions to go on anymore. The 19-year-old girl never thought she'd say this, but... "I miss when I could have died pretty much every day...at least it was exciting..." She chuckled, then set off on her patrol into the forest. These last few years had also been kind to her. To start with, her pink hair had been allowed to grow long once again, now tied up into a single ponytail that went almost down to her knees. She had filled out quite nicely up top too. Sure, she was no Tsunade or Hinata, but Sakura sported a very respectable 38C size chest that she was rather proud of...especially since she had ended up bigger than Ino, the girl who had started developing first. The thought brought just a slight grin to Sakura's face. Ok, sure she and Ino were on friendly terms, but there was still that hint of rivalry between them. "Okay...checkpoint one...quiet as usual," she said, coming to a stop on a tree branch and looking down over the path beneath her. Nothing - not even signs that anyone had been here for weeks. Then again, this path wasn't really used anymore. It was well off the regular trade and travel routes, so merchants and visitors never really came this way. "Okay...might as well head for the next checkpoint.

The quietness was usually the calm before the storm. Every ninja knows that. Something big was about to happen. Sakura may think she was alone, but she was being watched. Not only her, but other fellow kunoichi's were being watched as well. The creature that had been following Sakura ever since she left the village decided to attack now. Just as she leapt up, something wrapped itself around Sakura's ankles. It seemed like a thick string, so thick that it was alive. After the first one appeared, the second one appeared, wrapping itself around Sakura's neck. Before long, Sakura was pulled back onto the tree, getting herself wrapped up in these thick living things, people call tentacles. It was too bad that she was by herself. But right now, if there were other kunoichi's that were by themselves, they were also getting attacked by these so-called tentacle monsters.

It was around 8 p.m. when Kiki finally made it back to the Slytherin common room. She dragged herself over to one of the many couches and collapsed. Oh, what a day! Her classes had been hell, but mainly for one reason. As her blue eyes focused on the flickering flames in the fireplace, she let out a sigh. Brushing her long black braid over her shoulder, she thought about her main problem. This problem had a name and was in almost all of her classes. The problem was none other than Draco Malfoy. Just the thought of him made her blood boil. He was an arrogant, self-centered prick who had the mindset of "I can have anything and any girl I want." She had become the subject of this attitude. By now, she thought he had gotten the picture that she wanted nothing to do with him. It was pretty clear to everyone else. Why wasn't it to him? This begged the question of whether he liked the rejection or not. Did he get a kick out of it or something? Shaking her head, she pushed the questions out of her mind and tried to relax.

Draco Malfoy enjoyed the resistance, as he knew that it was like with a compound bow or a slingshot. The more the resistance, the farther his aim could go. He was very pleased with the fact that she was fighting him so hard, and he liked her even more for it. She had no idea he had arranged to be alone with her in the Slytherin common room, but then again, her knowledge would have ruined the surprise. He remained calm, watching her as she found one of the many couches and collapsed. He waited patiently, allowing her to think that she was alone to relax. That was part of the plan, as he was going to see just how far he could get her to come closer to where he knew he could get her. She was strong-willed, no doubt, but he liked that. It was what made her that much more desirable to him.

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 - that they wouldn't get caught and 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.

Lindsay Lohan was sitting at a corner table in the far end of the room talking with some other girls and sipping on her champagne from a crystal flute that she held delicately in her fingers to the side of her face, giving herself a gleaming glow like look. Lindsay was wearing a crimson form-fitting one-piece dress that stopped just below the butt in a small, flat ruffle. Lindsay laughed heartily at a joke that one of the girls told before she caught a glimpse of a dark-haired man she had never seen before. He intrigued her for some reason... He drew her attention... Lindsay excused herself and got up, running her hands down her dress to smooth it out before walking over to the man. "I've never seen you before," she said, extending her hand with the knuckles up so he could take it as a gentleman would. "I'm Lindsay Lohan." After she spoke, Lindsay pushed out her lips a little, accentuating her matching crimson lipstick.

The story starts in a town where a boy finally gets the chance to go out and catch his own pokemon and make friends as well. For him, it would be difficult seeing that he would be going out for the first time with a poke girl. All throughout the world lived humans and pokemon, but in this case, they were called poke girls. Sitting in the living room, he was awaiting his parents to come and hand him a gift they had promised when he passed his tests. And as a going-away gift, his very first poke girl. But it had remained a secret on what type it was or its name, which left him anxious to finally meet her. His mother and father finally returned home to their son Kane, who was sitting there on the couch waiting for the gift. And it was a poke ball containing her. His very first pokegirl and partner in everything. Since most trainers ended up doing the dirty deed with them. "I hope it's okay doing it on the phone," she said. "It's not fun.

Kane's parents wouldn't deny the fact that he had passed his tests as promised. Because of his hard work, they felt it was only necessary to allow him a pokegirl on his journey. Many young boys and girls around his age were already going out and about trying to be the best, but he had yet to start. They weren't going to hold him back any longer. "Well, we know you worked hard to make sure you passed your tests, so we're not going to hold this off any longer," his mother said. His father tossed the pokeball over for him. "We've received a few tips as to what type you were hoping for. We're sure we made the right choice. So why don't you release her already?" he asked. They were sure he would enjoy whatever pokegirl he received, but they made sure that he got what he wanted.

Things weren't exactly going according to plan for Ginny Weasley, on the Hogwarts Express on her way to her 6th year at Hogwarts, sat in a compartment completely by herself. There were less than half the students onboard that would normally be there, many too scared to dare set foot in public, let alone somewhere like Hogwarts. She wasn't scared though....although god knew she probably had more reason to be than most. Well....she used to anyway. During the summer she and Harry had finally expressed their feelings, kissed....and what did he do? Did he stay with her? Did he give up on his selfish quest for vengeance to be with her? No, he had ran away, left her behind. Hell, thanks to him her home had been burned to the ground! Well she'd taken all she could....6 years she had waited for him, 6 years she had tried to catch his attention, make him jealous and what did he do? Go off with that slut Cho, 'the bicycle of Ravenclaw'. Well enough was enough, now....now Ginny had her sights set elsewhere. She wasn't stupid, she could see the way things were going. As determined as he was, Harry was still nothing more than a child, a child without Dumbledore to guide him anymore. Well Ginny was sick of being nothing more than a cheerleader, being ridiculed as Harry Potters second or third choice. It was time for a change, it was time to embrace feelings and urges she'd been suppressing for a long time now. Ginny knew what was happening to her...she had known about the darkness in her heart ever since that incident with the diary, and until now she had simply locked it away, resisted whispered promises of power in her dreams, but it was time to stop resisting, it was time to take what should be hers. That was when she saw....when she looked up and eyed the pale skinned 7th year patrolling the train. A slight smirk crept onto the teenage girls lips as she silently stood up, moving over to the door of the carriage, waiting like an animal ready to strike. As soon as he was in position and his attention was diverted, Ginny opened the carriage door, grabbing Draco Malfoy and yanking him inside, closing the door behind her. "....So....enjoying your little patrol Draco?

It had all gone down perfectly, Dumbledore had died and now after months of plotting, the Death Eaters were now in charge of the ministry, even the minister was in their pocket and would soon be replaced by someone who didn't need to be kept under the Imperius curse in order to keep them following what the Dark Lord had in mind. Perhaps even his father would be made the new Minister, Draco thought to himself with a small smirk as he made his way through the train, going through the duties he had as the school's Head Boy, a wonderful little bonus that came from Snape being the headmaster. It was all perfect though, who would have thought that things would progress so quickly after the death of Dumbledore? Draco had figured that it would take a few more months for things to reach the point where they had but now Potter was a fugitive and Death Eaters were pushing all the Mudbloods into hiding, all of them being hunted down and dealt with. Potter and his friends probably thought they would end up saving the day and changing things back to how they once were. But what they didn't realize was that there was no going back... things would never be the same as they once were. He had just scared a few third year students into hiding in a compartment for a few hours, this was done for no reason other than the fact that he was a little bit bored. Maybe he should make his way to the back and have Pansy get on her knees for him, at least that would help pass the time a little bit. However before he could actually do so, he was grabbed and pulled into a compartment by Ginny Weasly, whom he had heard wouldn't be attending Hogwarts anymore. Could it be that the redhead was looking for some sort of revenge? Reaching slowly for his wand, he narrowed his eyes a little bit. What do you want, Weasley? I have more important things to do then deal with you right now... unless you feel like sucking me off.

Chase walked into the clinic with a renewed desire to actually be there for once. Today, there was a fire in his heart and skip in his step as he entered Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. There was more to his being at the hospital than just surgery after surgery on people who often caused their own health issues. He had a smirk on his face and no one knew why. Oh, but one person would very soon. A certain person who had broken the rules and now Chase had figured it out. If things went according to plans, he would have that person in his mercy in about...one hour he supposed. He carried a small manila folder tucked under his left arm holding the documents proving that Lisa Cuddy had manipulated funds for her own benefit. See, most probably would've missed the slight error in the documents. If Chase hadn't been in on the budgetary meeting on behalf of the surgery department, it might have gone unnoticed. Sure, a merely $5,000 was nothing compared to the millions the hospital brought in every year but it was who the check had been cut to was what brought a smile to his face. A one Lisa Cuddy had signed the papers authorizing a check under her name, which hadn't been noticeable until Chase realized the agreed upon amount for funding new surgery equipment had come up a little short. Now he was holding the evidence in his hands and would soon have the hot brunette wrapped around his finger. He didn't knock on her office door when he approached, simply walking in and shutting it behind him. He closed the blinds on the door, leaving the pair alone and isolated within her office. He figured that once she realized what he knew, she would want that privacy dearly. If this information leaked out, Cuddy would not only lose her job but her reputation would be tarnished and she would likely be arrested if the hospital pressed charges. "Morning Lisa..." Chase said brightly, tossing the manila folder on her desk with an amused look on his face. He wasn't worried about her destroying them, he had several copies at home.

Cuddy looked up to find Chase standing before her, looking rather cheery for how he had been for the past couple of weeks. She had watched as he had first closed the blinds on the door. It seemed as if he was nothing but business this morning, which was odd because normally they were only ever down here to request permission for some form of medical work that wasn't quite legal by state laws, but as House had his ways, they generally went through. "Yes?" she asked, in a rather direct tone, her eyes glancing to the manila folder he had tossed down onto her desk. "How can I help you? What is this?" she asked, opening up the manila folder. Her face went flush, she could feel the heat building up as she bit her lip, fingering through the papers. Her mind was in quite a bit of panic. "How... how did you get this?" she asked simply, closing the folder and looking back up at him.

Aerith was pissed. Ticked off. Ready and able to hurt anyone and anything that got in her path. They'd recently been talking, and everyone had seemed to think that she was the weakest member of their party. Even Cloud, quiet though he was, had given her a look that seemed to say "I've been protecting you." Never mind what she'd done, or that she had, by far, the best magic. Word had gotten out that a group of gargoyles had been seen near Bone Village. This was way out of their normal range, so it was worth investigating. Figuring she could handle herself, and desperate not to show how worthless she was, Aerith had opted to try it on her own. She'd loaded Princess's Memory up with materia, attached a well-loaded bangle, and headed out into the snows by herself. "Should be easy enough," she told herself, humming cheerfully. The bragging rights would be great, almost as good as the look on their faces. Plus, this was helping people, and Aerith was all for that. She picked up her tune, recognizing it as the Golden Saucer's overarching music. Probably in her head from her date with Cloud. Something sounded over her humming, causing Aerith to pause. Readying her weapon, she turned about, looking for the monster, ready and able to start killing her foes.

After that strange black-cloaked man had come to their land, the Gargoyles had wisely decided to leave. They knew a greater predator when they saw one. Bone Village was the perfect place for them to hide, really. It wasn't like there weren't plenty of other statues around from the excavations that made the village famous. They just had to lay still for a bit, wait for a traveler to pass, and then pounce. When the girl dressed in pink showed up, they almost decided to leave her be. Something about her seemed...off. Not like Him, but she definitely wasn't like the others they had waylaid. But, instincts eventually won out. This was their land now and they didn't care what the squishy folk had to say about it. The youngest of the pack was flying overhead. Because he was the youngest and the smallest, he was considered expendable; but that was okay, because that meant he got first crack at whatever they caught. He was dropping out of the sky towards her, and that sound she heard was the 'crack' of his wings as he snapped them downward, propelling him back into the air...but with his claws snapping shut around her staff, attempting to yank it right out of her hands.

Ah. Home sweet home," he says, taking in the spaciousness of the place. "So much space! So much room! And the walls aren't padded so you can bang your head off them all day and do yourself as much damage as you like. Oh... this is the life." He was a man of theatrics, with a laugh that struck fear in to the city. He was unpredictable, dangerous, insane. For years, he had terrorized Gotham City with his murderous rampages, and that gas that he used - the toxin with horrible side effects. The citizens knew him as the Joker. And he missed the meetings with his old, retired foe - Batman. Removing his trenchcoat, the Joker tosses it to the side and watches as it flutters a short distance onto the wooden floor of his hideout. "Things to do... number one. Buy a new coat stand." His residence is situated in a long, open-spaced loft on top of an old building in Gotham's Industrial District. At the very end of the room are the large windows that look north towards the remainder of the city - giving him a front row view of watching his grand plans going in to action. The long walk to the window takes him about ten seconds with his slow pace, a noticeable spring in his step - his worn white suit in need of repair. There's always time for changing outfits later. One of the long walls was decorated with hundreds of newspaper cuttings and photographs of his old pal Batman. Years of writings and ramblings, made up stories and true life tales of how he had foiled another bad guy's scheme. The Joker was in plenty of them, but Two-Face, Riddler and various other criminals all had their equal share of the limelight. What saddened him greatly were the ones that told the end of the Dark Knight's story. Pages upon pages of his retirement, and how it would effect Gotham. What would they do now their protector was gone? The articles that celebrated his resignation -- the outspoken members of the press and government -- were all crossed out by the Joker, who frowned upon their words. Where was the fun in committing crime if the big bad Batman wasn't there to spoil the day? In front of the window was what really caught his attention. First, someone had kindly left an old armchair a few yards away from the glass, facing outwards like it were a throne for a King. It was badly scratched up, and was a deep purple colour that seemed to match the Joker's usual bad comical dress sense. On the right arm was a chain, which descended towards the floor. What was attached to the chain was what he was more interested in. Slumping in the chair, the Joker yanked suddenly on the chain to wake his poor prisoner up. Some of his goons had knocked her out and brought the woman here a few days ago, dressed in her cat-outfit and shackling her to the arm-chair (which itself was bolted to the ground) with a rusty chain that fastened to a thick collar around her neck. It had been tightened just a little too much to be comfortable, and its length prevented her from actually climbing on to the chair. Rope around her wrists also restricted her movement, while a pair of cat dishes -- one with water, the other with what appeared to be cat food (it's true identity was a mystery, but it was perfectly safe to eat) would help any hunger or thirst. Eventually Joker let the chain go, allowing her to breathe once more. He leaned over, keeping his head inches away from the maximum distance she could reach with those claws of hers. "Wake up Kitty... Joker's home.

It wasn't the jerk of the chain that yanked her into full wakefulness, but the breath catching in her throat, gagging her as her eyes flew open to search for the source of the sudden obstruction to her already limited air supply. She had drifted in and out of consciousness for days, never managing to be able to make herself uncomfortable enough to escape exhaustion. Not that she wanted to. She preferred to force herself into the sanctuary her muddled mind offered, rather than waste her time and energy squirming around her tether to take in her surroundings. There wasn't much to look at, apart from her city view and the long wall of clippings all featuring the retired Batman. She had long since taken a gamble at where she had been dragged to. Selina Kyle was right. Or Catwoman. She was Catwoman right now, suited to attire. She blinked slowly at the Joker's face as he leaned down to her, biting back a wheeze as air rushed over her parched throat, through her eager lungs. She only vaguely remembered the incident that brought her there - the flurry of movement, the vibrancy of painted faces, the glitter of discarded jewels, and finally, the pressure to the back of her head that ended the struggle. She pulled forward against the chain toward her captor, only to find that she had jerked up to the end of her slack. She shifted, slipping down to the foot of his chair. Maybe if she wasn't the one on the receiving end of the leash, she would appreciate how witty the method of incarceration was. She glanced to the side of the old wooden floors, quirking one eyebrow so that it disappeared beneath the mask of her PVC cat suit. The cat bowl of water was all too enticing, but with her hands tied, she wouldn't be able to pick it up to get a drink. And like hell was she crouching over to lap it up. It was the same case with the food though - more because she had no idea what the meal was composed of. She would starve before even nibbling at it. Just looking at the contents of the bowl caused the ache of hunger to fade. The water, though... The water made her throat burn. She shifted on the floor, tucking her heeled feet under her bottom as she lifted her head to look up at her subjugator and licked her lips. The remnants of her days-old lipstick tasted oily, and only served to amplify the desiccation of her throat as her pink tongue slipped back past her teeth again. If she were untied, the Joker would have a whole new face to sport whenever he left his hidey hole or maybe if she were untied, she wouldn't feel so destructive. Straight to the point was the best path to take provided he didn't feel like playing games. But that was doubtful. Why go through the trouble of bending her into this position if he couldn't take pleasure in seeing her at his mercy? "What do you want, Joker?" she asked, her voice dry.

Ginny had spent the last couple years alienated from her family after being placed in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor at the start of her first year. Even though she went home every summer, her brothers, Ron especially, wouldn't speak to her. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sometimes hung out with her, when there weren't any other students around. She spent her holidays in the Slytherin common room, with whoever else had happened to stay behind, not that very many ever did. It was the start of her third year at Hogwarts, and she was dreading it. All through the previous year, she'd noticed that a certain blonde in her House kept watching her. On the train to the school, she looked for an empty compartment. But the only one she could find that had any room left in it, contained three of her fellow Slytherins, one of whom she had been trying to avoid. Since there weren't any others, she entered the compartment, hoping that Draco Malfoy would leave her alone this year.

Draco Malfoy was highly amused at the situation, especially with how the last couple of years had progressed. Ginny Weasley had been a very delicious addition to House Slytherin, and he was very pleased indeed. She was a pure blood, as well as a very sexy "Ginger Girl" witch. Draco was very interested in her in a sexual sense, but he was also disturbed by her fascination with Potter. He had a grudging respect for the Gryffindor, but he was still a Malfoy, and that alone made him above the other boy alone. Also, he was a half-blood, whereas Draco was pure, and that upset him that Ginny would associate with him that way. When she had entered the compartment, Draco could barely contain his pleasure. He waited until she had entered, and then he signaled the other two subtly. One of them rose, and then the other, and soon the two of them were alone. "Sit down, Ginny," he said. "It can be just the two of us, and we can talk.