The King's Favorites. [PRIVATE]

[junodog]

Tyki
(imagine he looks older than in the pic)

"Well, it's not safe to have someone like him roaming the castle," Tyki said, glancing over at Rei as he spoke. "As for what you should do now that he's changed... Maybe there's a chance that he can change back. If he's not too far gone... but that's up to you."

He wasn't sure what to make for lunch, and by the time Rei came in and ask if he needed help, he had only taken out a cutting board and a loaf of bread. He nodded at her and said, "If you want to. I'm still trying to decide what to make, though." He stared at the cupboards for a minute longer, then grinned and opened the fridge, pulling out some cheddar cheese and butter. Then he took a few apples from a fruit basket and placed them on the cutting board. "I'm thinking grilled cheese and some fruit salad. If you're not afraid of accidentally cutting yourself, then you can cut the apples," he said before returning to the basket and pulling out some bananas, clementine oranges, grapes, strawberries, kiwis, and a pineapple with googly eyes attached to it. He stared at the pineapple for a moment, then sighed and placed it beside the basket. "No pineapple this time around..." he said, then got to work making the sandwiches.

Niko didn't miss the cuts and scratches all over Eliza as she answered his question. "Looks like the big training session you all had this morning was pretty productive." He sat down on the sofa again, on the opposite side from Eliza, and stretched out his legs. "Well, I think we can wait until after lunch to begin training."

[Irish Tea]

[ so i am alone ]

(___i am alone but adored___________)
(____by a hundred thousand more___________)
(_____then i said when you were the last___________)

In all honesty, he wasn't even that sure if he actually saw anything. He was tired and he had never really slept on a couch that his body moved automatically to find some kind of comfort. Unfortunately for him, he ended up jumping into Lucrecia's bed without knowing it and just slept through the entire night that he had only woken up because he got this strange sensation coursing through his body and to his surprise, it was all because of the woman he had fallen in love with. Too bad that they were not meant for each other anyway, and he probably deserved her anger. After all, who wouldn't hate him? He was beautiful. Alluring. And full of himself. An angel walking among demons.

Telling him to get out really had no effect on him, really. He was more used to actually barking the orders, though he supposed he had some respect for her. Rolling out of her bed, he quickly slid his pants on, though his shirt only remained hanging over his left shoulder. His hand quickly ran along his chestnut locks before walking towards the bathroom, though he did not bother trying to knock or anything. Instead, his back pressed against the cold slab. "You do realize that you will not be able to hide forever. Sooner or later, you're bound to have to face me, beautiful," he told her firmly, though the last part of his sentence was somewhat indicating that he was still trying to flirt with her. "Well, if you want me to leave, whatever."

His voice trailed along as he finally actually decided to leave. She was sobbing inside, he knew, though it somewhat bothered him that she would cry on his account, a part of him could not careless. She was a servant and he was no Prince Charming. Or at least he was no prince when it came to cheering her up. He was more of a Prince Flirt or perhaps Prince Getinyopants. Or something along those lines. So instead of actually trying to talk to her and attempted to make her feel better, he walked out on her even though he knew that it would perhaps destroy her.

But then again, he shouldn't feel guilty, right? He could always find a noble girl that could meet up with his status and perhaps have some time alone with her, just to cheer himself up. Or perhaps he could just up and leave for a little while. After all, that girl he spent some time with told him he could come and it would only be rude of him not to do so. But still...

He found himself actually returning back into his own room and slammed the door behind him before actually dropping into his bed. Laying not too far from him was Lucrecia's flute...

then i have known love

like a whore

from at least ten thousand more

[ h i g h • h i g h • h i g h ]
and you were the last high

[The PrinceofHeart]

You can't leave the place you are...

Lucrecia rubbed at her eyes, but that didn't stop a new set of tears falling when she heard Vincent's voice through the door.
Damn him...
Lucrecia clenched her hands so tightly that it felt like she would break her own bones soon. WHY was it that she ended up falling in love with such a pig-headed, flirtatious, man-whore, brat of a King?! All he did was make her life miserable! He ordered her around, and when she would twist his own orders into something he wished he never wished for, he would simply smirk and throw some sort of insult that had her slapping him in the face and retreating to her room.
And THEN he would go and get some nobel girl and get it on with her in the halls, out in the open to where ANYONE could see them! He didn't care! He just... he didn't care...
Lucrecia stood to her feet and washed her face a bit and cleaned herself up before she unlocked the door and changed her clothes.
"I'm not going to hide away forever," she muttered angrily, now just pushing herself with her own aggitation towards her master. "Oh no. I'm going to make that b*****d wish I did, just so he didn't have to see me. I swear it, by the end of today, I'm going to make him MISERABLE."
Just how, though? Trash his room? Trash him in general? Sure, she'd probably be beheaded or something with an assult on the King, but did it really matter anymore?
He's taken everything from her... Lucrecia had nothing left...
And so, the slave grabbed the replacement flute Vincent gave her, and stomped her way up to the floor above hers and to his room.
Lucrecia stood outside his door and held the flute tightly in her hands. With a slam she actually imbedded the flute as far as it would go into the wood. How did she get this strength all of a sudden was beyond her reason and care. Lucrecia smiled bitterly before quickly leaving. She wasn't sure if Vincent was in his room, but maybe her own little message would come clear.
'Stay away from me.'

...Until you decide where you'd rather be.

[guhgasm]

Chez stayed silent. Did he hear her right? Standing up he walked towards her, once he was in front of her he picked up a strand of her lilac hair and brought to his lips. Smiling he gazed down at her, taking his other hand he lifted her chin towards her. The alcohol in his body made him more perverted than usual, “Don’t look away.” He crushed his lips against hers once again. But this time he managed to slip his tongue into her mouth. His arms entwined around her waist, pulling her so their bodies were pressed together. Breaking the contact a little later Chez leaned down and let his head rest on the assassins neck. “Ania do you drink?” He asked in a hushed whispher.He still had half of a wine bottle left, they could both easily share it.

[[ >_______< ]]

[guhgasm]

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Rei nodded her head at Tyki waiting for him to give her orders. When he did Rei grabbed a knife and took the apple in her hand. After staring at the apple for the longest time, she finally put down on the cutting board that she had grabbed earlier. Slicing it into eight pieces she started to chopping it into halves. Everything was going good until she felt the sharp edge of the knife make contact with her skin. Dropping the knife Rei winced as she saw the cut on her index finger. Ugh…. Groaning she looked at the blood that oozed out. It was a deep cut and it stinged. She looked around for paper towels but couldn’t find any. Hiding her hand behind her back she looked at Tyki. “Um Tyki do you have any paper towels?”

“Shut up.” Eliza growled and looked away from Niko. Her thoughts once again thinking about Kaito. Sighing heavily she put her head on her arms which were now resting on her thighs. What made him change him so much? Did she have something do with it? “Ugh.” Eliza grumbled to herself. She felt so confused and crappy right now. So distressed. “If you want we can train right now? I’m not really hungry.” She hoped that training would take her mind of him.

[[Meh. LAZY_NESS]]

[The PrinceofHeart]

W h i c h o f m e . . .

Ania looked up at Chez as he stood in front of her, feeling shocks go through her body to his, if that was possible. Every movement sent shivers up her spine, all the way to the strand of hair that he held to his lips.
Like he asked of her, she didn't look away. The next moment, he was kissing her. Kissing her in a way she thought no one would--or could. Ania's eyes slid shut as he pulled her body close to his, his tongue invading inside her mouth and brushing against her own.
Why wasn't she stopping him? More so, why did it feel like she wanted him to continue?
Ania felt her knees go weak, lightly gripping the back of his shirt in her hands so she didn't fall to her knees in front of him. Wait a second, when did she wrap her arms around him?
Crimson eyes blinked slowly in a daze as she caught her breath, finding her arms had wrapped themselves around his neck as they kissed. Could it have lasted more than a second? Maybe 30 seconds, top? But it felt like forever...
Chez's breath danced along her neck, making her shiver. Ania tightened her grip around his shirt a little so she didn't fall to her knees. "I've...never really drank anything alcoholic before," she whispered back, a little breathy.

I s t h e r e a l m e . . . ?

[guhgasm]

A smirked formed on Chez’s face, he moved away from Ania and grabbed her arm pulling her along to comfy seat where he had been sitting earlier. Sitting down he pulled on Ania once again so she sat on his lap. Taking the wine bottle and the glass he poured some in the glass for Ania. “Try it.”

The glass was full, and the bottle half of what it was before. Handing her the glass, Chez put his lips on the rim of the bottle and tilted it so the liquor could reach his mouth. Before he knew the he had drank all of it. “Ha-ha Oops.” He chuckled mostly to himself, leaned out and opened the cupboard where the Vincent kept a 'secret' stash of wine bottles. A servant replaced them daily. He opened the corked bottle with a one hand easily. Seeing that there was only one glass and Ania was currently using it. He decided to drink straight from the bottle. Again he put the rim of the glassed bottle to his lips tilted it so he could feel the warm liquid against his lips, going down his throat.

Feeling a sharp pain, Chez dropped the bottle. It smashed against the impact of the floor and spilled the its contents. The red wine spilled every were looking like blood. “s**t.” Coughing Chez, himself hacked out blood. “Damn thing was…poisoned.” His breathing was getting ragged every second. “Ania get the doc…” His vision was getting blurry and he had started to have hard time breathing.

[The PrinceofHeart]

W h i c h o f m e . . .

Ania blushed as Chez pulled her with him to the desk, and even more when she was pulled onto his lap. Wasn't this right where that maid from earlier had been?
Before she could think too hard on it, he handed her a glass of the wine. Tentatively she sniffed it a little--just in case--and took a small sip. The initial burn on the alcohol made her cough a bit, but the next few sips seemed to almost numb it. The initial bitter and almost burning taste was numbed so much that she didn't even mind it now.
Ania drank from her glass idly, watching Chez out of the corner of her eyes. He was really getting intoxicated now. How many bottles of wine has he had to himself when she wasn't there? By the time she had finished her glass, he was popping open another bottle from the King's special case and chugging it down like it was from the fountain of youth.
Though it didn't last long. Immediately Chez dropped it, the glass shattering to bits and splattering the wine all over. Ania jumped to her feet and put the glass aside, not caring if it rolled off the desk of whatever as Chez started to hack up his own blood.
"s**t!" Her personalities switched again. Ania went into full professional assassin mode. "No time to find the doctor and drag his a** up here," she hissed, dropping to her knees in the wine and sniffing it.
"Coniine..." Whoever had tried to poison the King wasn't a fool to poisons. Coniine was one of the most common of all poisons, but strong. Quickly Ania got back up, her white dress now stained with the blood red wine. "I'll be right back, Chez. Try to hold yourself together and keep calm."
Ania bolted out of the room and downstairs to her own, bursting inside and going over to a chest she had in her closet. When she flung the top open, many viles of poisons and antidotes littered the inside. Ania quickly fingered through the viles until she found the antidote for coniine.
That idiot just HAD to go and get himself drunk, didn't he?!
Ania bolted back upstairs to the office and ran inside, going over to Chez and pulling out the cork of the vile. Carefully she wrapped an arm around his neck and tilted his head up. "Open your mouth and drink this." She held the vile up to his lips.

I s t h e r e a l m e . . . ?

[NaomiHikari]

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║•vitani•lacy•lee•
║_________•demon•of•war•
║"Despite the lies that your making
║Your love is mine for the taking
║My love is just waiting
║To turn your tears to roses"

Damien Lee growled impatiently as he sat up in the suite, his feet resting on the coffee table and his arms slung over the back of the sofa. His sister had gone to sleep in the master bedroom not long after they arrived. It wasn’t that she was physically tired. She was mentally exhausted. He could tell that just being here was draining her. It wasn’t her home where she had control and everything was perfect. Plus, she wasn’t the social type. Blue eyes closed in irritation as he thought of Ania. That little b***h had escaped the law and had taken advantage of the Assanyan customs. His fingers clenched in to fists as he cursed the woman. A smile suddenly stretched his lips as he pictured her beaten, mutilated and left to die. But she was on Trinitian soil, he could not touch her. She was protected by the laws set in this land. He frowned, realizing he was just going to have to tolerate her a** for now. He shuddered at the thought. [********’ Trinitians… always having to complicate s**t,” he cursed and stood, picking up his jacket.


Approaching the mosaic glass doors, he slid them open and was greeted with a burst of chilly air. As expected of October weather. Stepping out on to the balcony, he sighed and moved in to a sunny spot, closing his eyes and resting. He needed to clear his head, else he would do something rash. No matter how enjoyable that rash choice would be. Many sounds filled his ears and he purred in content: birds chirping and singing, leaves rustling, soft wind, and someone humming. It wasn’t a woman, it was man and this man was very close, he could tell. Opening his blue eyes, he peeked around and looked at the garden, trying to find who was causing the sound. He finally peeked down and his eye twitched as he saw Pride, dressed in all white and looking like an angel. How can a man look so angelic? His brow twitched as he saw the man was playing with a bird, the small creature hopping from finger to finger before fluttering its wings and gliding to the man’s shoulder to rest. Lifting his jacket, he was going to ruin this perfect little moment. Shifting, he tossed the jacket at the man, the bird fluttering away in a burst of feathers.


Pride blinked as the bird suddenly flew away and then turned to look up as he noticed the sun light he was basking in was slowly going away. “Hm?” he peeked up and his breath caught as he quickly moved out of the way of the leather jacket as it plummeted down on to the railing. He heard the crack and crash as the railing broke, tumbling down to the garden below. Opening his silver eyes, he stared in disbelief at the missing section and how the jacket cracked the balcony floor as well. He clutched his sketchbook and swallowed hard, glad he had moved. Carefully, he took a few steps forward and reached for the jacket, sliding it over to him carefully. He didn’t want to put too much pressure on the cracked area. Looking over the jacket, he instantly recognized it as Lee’s and he swallowed, looking up only to see the man’s sharp blue eyes staring right back in to his. Dropping the jacket, he jumped back and distanced himself from the man. How had he gotten so close without him realizing, or even noticing?


Lee grinned and stepped forward, picking up his jacket and slipping it on. “Sorry, I must of dropped it by accident,” he apologized, flashing a pair of sharp canines to the silver haired man.


Dropped it? Yeah right…. Pride grumbled and glared at the taller, swallowing. “What do you want?” he asked, keeping himself calm. He felt a shiver run up his spine as he saw the man’s blue eyes flash almost playfully. He backed up again as the man approached, soon trapping him against a wall with one arm rested against the wall above Pride’s head.


“Don’t you remember?” he whispered in to Damien’s ear, his free hand petting and stroking a lock of the favorite’s silver hair. Pride stared up at him with harsh eyes before blinking and shuddering as he remembered the display in the hall.


“Just what are you planning?” he growled and then his eyes widened as the man suddenly yanked his head back by his hair. He stared in to those deep blue eyes that flashed red just for a second. A grin broadened the Assanyan’s lips and he leaned down, lips dangerously close to Pride’s.


“I plan to do just as I said,” he whispered and closed his eyes, moving down and to the other man’s neck. His breath skipped over Damien’s skin and he could hear the favorite’s heart beat increase. Moving back up and to the other’s ear, “Release you from the bondage that this kingdom has set up on you. Release who you were meant to be. This existence you live now is not enough, is it? Don’t you feel something is missing?” Pride’s eyes slowly widened, more and more as the man spoke. “You’re confused, huh? You do not know who you are? What you are meant to do?” Lee continued, now staring in to the former slave’s silver eyes. He grinned as he saw his dilated pupils and how his irises shook as he took in the information.

Everything the Assanyan had said had hit the mark. Lee’s aim was perfect and he had made a bull’s eye every time. The dart landing perfectly, never astray. Swallowing, Damien couldn’t believe it. It was like those eyes, those damned blue eyes could see right in to your soul. His expression changed from shock to disbelief and finally to submission. It was all true, he couldn’t deny it.


Lee chuckled as he saw the man’s eyes look away, signaling it was all true. “Well, we need to rid you of what is bonding you to those memories,” he murmured and released Pride’s hair, slipping his hand in to his jacket. He took out a pair of scissors and he almost laughed at the comical widening of Pride’s eyes as he realized just what was going to be removed. “It’s just hair, boy,” he murmured and went to cut the man’s hair, but Pride had escaped, running in to his room and heading for the door. Rushing after the favorite, he cursed and managed to grab the long locks before the man could get out of the room, tugging and taking a quick snip, inches of long silky hair lost. Pride could hear the locks fall to floor, as if they were as loud as a bomb going off. He didn’t bother to reach back and feel, instead he started running again before Lee could get hold of him again and cut more of his hair off. Damien could run surprisingly fast when he wanted to.


Dashing past nobles, chefs, maids, flaves, guards, they all stared at the legend silver haired favorite who was known for his “perfect” hair. Their jaws were jaws were dropped and they stared in disbelief as they saw the shorter uneven and ruffled hair of the man as he passed. So shocked that they didn’t notice the blue eyed demon chasing after him. Pride had only one goal, to keep away from the white haired man, no matter what. Just keep running! He screamed in his mind and reminded himself not to look back. But of course, guess what he did. He looked back. And he regretted it, Lee was right on his tail and reaching with those scissors to take another snip. Looking back, he sped up and then skidded to a stop as he saw a very injured Renny Jewels getting ready to knock on Tyki’s door. He heard the dress maker squeal in surprise as he grabbed the raven haired man and pushed the doors open to Tyki’s suite and forced his way in, pulling the dress maker along. Slamming the door shut, he locked and bolted the door, releasing Renny and gasping as he leant against the door. Sliding to the ground, he was just glad to be safe. His chest heaved and he closed his silver eyes, resting his head in his palms.


Green eyes stared blankly for a few minutes, the poor dress maker’s mind left behind the door in the rush. Once he had recovered, he set a hand to his forehead and moaned, falling back on to his bum as he suddenly felt dizzy. “What just happened?” he moaned and peeked around, but everything was spinning. He squinted and finally closed his eyes, waiting for everything to calm and settle before opening them again. His eyes focused on a silver haired figure, but he couldn’t recognize the mop of messy hair. “Hm…?” Scooting closer, he peered at the man and finally set his hands on other’s, pulling them away from his face. The gay froze as he saw those familiar silver eyes gaze up at him and he could only stare, his eyes wide. “D.. Damien? Y.. yo.. your h.. hair?” he gasped, touching the once perfect locks. They were still perfect, just it looked like Damien had gotten in to a feet with a lawn mower and lost.


Damien turned away, a frown pulling the edges of his lips down and he slapped Renny’s hands away. “Don’t stare…” he ordered and the hair dresser nodded, not missing the harsh tone. He knew how much Damien’s hair meant to him. Somehow, he knew that he wasn’t going to finding out what was going on.

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•damien•"heartbreaker"•lee•║
"I'll be the one that's gonnahold you║
I'll be the one that you run to║
My love is║
A burning in consumming fire"║

[junodog]

Tyki
(imagine he looks older than in the pic)

Tyki was busy grilling up sandwiches when he saw Rei flinch and drop the knife. He looked over at her, then at her finger, then sighed and shook his head when she asked for paper towels. "Yes, but I'd rather you used the first aid kit in the bathroom. Here, I'll show you where it is," he said, then took her out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, where he pulled out the kit and opened it for her before returning to the kitchen.
Niko didn't comment on Eliza's angry reply. Instead, he stood and said, "Well, if you don't want to think about what happened this morning, then let's get started. First, we're going to practice with facial expressions. I'll give you a scenario and an emotion, and you try to express the emotion with your face. We'll start off simple, then move onto more complicated ones. First one... I just told you a funny joke. Not quite funny enough to laugh out loud, though, but at least enough to make you smile."
Tyki overheard Niko's instructions as he returned to the kitchen, and he rolled his eyes. He'd done this exercise before. Soon Niko would be making up scenarios like 'your best friend from high school just stole your boyfriend who just got you pregnant even though you thought you weren't going to be able to have kids and your puppy just died and someone just told you a really funny joke.' It was ridiculous how much emphasis Niko put on jokes sometimes, probably because none of his were funny half the time...
He nearly jumped when he heard the door open, then slam shut. He quickly turned off the heat on the stove and ran out of the kitchen, then gasped as he saw Damien and Renny in the main room. To make matters worse, Chez had really knocked the stuffing out of Renny and Damien's hair was a mess. It only took Tyki a minute to figure out what had happened. He immediately took action, as he knew how much Damien's hair meant to him and he didn't want anyone to make him feel worse. "Hey, Niko, would you mind taking your exercises out onto the balcony?" he asked. Niko nodded, then took Eliza by the hand and led her out, which meant Tyki only had to make sure Rei didn't accidentally say anything to piss Damien off...
He ran to the bathroom and said, "Um, Rei, Damien just ran in here and he's... well, if you come out it could be embarrassing for both of you, so you might want to hide out for a while," he explained quietly. "And if you do come out, don't look at his hair. Or mention it. I'll explain later, once he's calmed down a bit." Then he returned to the main room and he crouched down in front of Damien. "Is this what that other Damien was talking to you about in the garden earlier?" he asked quietly. "If you need to hide, then by all means, stay here, but if he shows up here I'm not sure if I'd be able to get away with lying to him."

[guhgasm]

Chez coughed again, more blood spilled out from his mouth. His pale lips now covered in red. He nodded solemnly at Ania as she told him to stay calm. This wasn’t the first time he was poisoned, but this was the first time he was poisoned this badly. From his blurry vision he saw Ania run out of the room. His eyes closed from the pain he felt in his body, but then he opened them again in order not to fall unconscious. From where he was he saw something white rush in. He smiled. “What took he so long?” He gasped. Wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth as Ania pulled him up so he could drink the potion. “Thanks.” He murmured before he felt the thick, sour liquid dribble down his throat. Only a moment after he had swallowed the liquid Chez felt like puking. At the same time he felt his strength slowly returning to him. He sat up slowly, his head was still in a blur. He needed to go to his room, onto his bed and sleep. Using Ania and the desk as a boost, Chez slowly stood up. He doubt he could lean on Ania all the way to his room. Suddenly he started to cough again, spitting out little blood.

Kaito was walking around on the 8th floor, the King’s floor. He was about to return to the 7th floor when he heard coughing. Curious to see who it was in the King’s office, Kaito walked past it peering in as he did.

“You, Kaito. Help me get to my room.”Chez barked a little too loudly. Another coughing fit came to him and he gasped for breath. Kaito Black was the spy Chez had taken in; the young man had given him a large amount of top secret information. He was the one who had given Kaito all the riches and status. Chez thought in the beginning that maybe the two could be friends, but he thought wrong. Almost immediately after Kaito had stopped talking to Chez, he started to play around, and looking miserable. They rarely met and rarely talked.

Kaito sighed, he had to do what Chez said. It’s not like he could deny his wishes anyway. The man was the second most powerful being in the Trinity. “Fine.” He walked in, and saw a familiar woman besides Chez. He had seen her before…Oh yes. This morning when he was messing around with that girl.

He decided to ignore her, pretending that he didn’t know her, standing besides Chez he helped the man lean on him so he could walk.

(( There are a LOT of grammer mistakes. Sorry about that. I was typing really fast. D: ))

[The PrinceofHeart]

W h i c h o f m e . . .

Ania helped Chez steady himself, letting him use her as support on his feet. She wasn't surprised he looked a bit green in the gills--antidotes for anything where seldom in delicious quantities. Though when she spotted the familiar face of the one who had molested one of the Favorite's slaves.
Ania narrowed her eyes at him dangerously, very tempted to get her swords from her room. Right now, unfortunately, Chez needed to be tended to. The antidote at most would at least let him live. Getting the rest of that poison out of his system would not be very pleasant, however...
When Kaito took hold of Chez, Ania moved onto his opposite side. Obviously she was not going to leave Kaito alone with him. Besides, she made that antidote. She was the one who knew how it worked in the first place.
Ania's white dress, laced with... well, lace and frills was now stained blood red from the poisoned wine. Her gloved hands were coated with the red as well, but she cared not. When Chez was deemed alright, she'd change her clothes.

I s t h e r e a l m e . . . ?

[guhgasm]

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Rei blushed in embarrassment as Tyki led her to the bathroom. “Sorry.” She murmured quietly. Looking at the first aid kit, Rei sighed. She cleaned her cut with alcohol, flinching as the fluid stinged her. The she rummaged through the first aid kit looking for a bandage.

Eliza watched Niko stand and then talk. You’ve got to be kidding me. Eliza frowned. She kept a straight face through the whole time Niko talked. Ridiculous, this is just a waste time of time. She grumbled to herself. “Niko, can’t we do something else?” She asked.

She was pretty good at keeping a straight face. She wouldn’t laugh even if someone told the funniest joke. So far Kaito was the only one who knew how to crack her up. Ugh, stop thinking about him. How could she forget about him? How? She wanted to find a way to forget about Kaito, she wanted find someone else. Someone else to…love. Eliza jumped out of her thoughts as the door opened and slammed shut. Her eyes flickered to the two that came in.

Renny the gay dress maker was looking better than he did before. And the other one…the favorite. What was his name? Damien. He looked…well different. With half his long chopped off at random lengths. Standing up Eliza watched as Tyki came into the room and gave Niko quick instructions. Before Eliza could protest she was taken by the hand by Niko to the balcony. The glass door was shut behind her, Eliza shivered as the chilly air hit her skin.

Rei found the box that held the bandages. Taking the box out of the kit, she pulled out a bandage. Peeling off the little stickers she wrapped the bandage around her index finger. Putting away everything she was about to leave when Tyki burst in making her yelp. She listened to him quietly. Her heart fastened as she heard ‘his’ name. Damien was here, but something was wrong with him. Clutching her hands Rei nodded staying in the bathroom as Tyki left. “I should go…” She wanted to see him. Taking a deep breath she opened the bathroom door and walked into the living room, gasping as she saw Damien, or rather his hair. “Da-mien?” She whispered quietly. She hesitantly walked towards, looking away from him. Tyki had mentioned not to stare at his hair. She stood a couple feet behind Tyki, her gaze on the ground, her hands holding each other. What in the world had happened? She had a feeling that Lee had something to do with it.

[CVKE]

Chez leaned on the two. The trio slowly made their way towards Chez’s room. “Sorry about this.” He murmured to Kaito as they finally reached his room. Proceeding towards the bed Chez plopped on the bed. “Help me with my clothes will you?” He once again looked at Kaito, the looked at Ania and her bloodied dress. “Sorry about the dress Ania. Do you want me to get a servant to get you a new one?”

Kaito grumbled to himself then moved towards Chez, his hands around the man’s neck as he loosened the neck tie. Once that was gone he unbuttoned the buttons that were still buttoned. Pushing the shirt over Chez’s shoulder he pulled back seeing that Chez could manage on his now.

Chez shrugged off the shirt and gave a nod of gratitude. “You can leave now.” He nodded his towards the door which Kaito disappeared in a moment later. Moving slowly he managed to move towards the middle of the bed. Once he was covered with the silk sheets his gaze moved to Ania. He knew the poison was still in his body, and he didn’t exactly know how to get out. “How do I get the rest of the poison out?”


(( There are a LOT of grammer mistakes. Sorry about that. I was typing really fast. D: ))

[The PrinceofHeart]

W h i c h o f m e . . .

"Doesn't matter." She could care less about the dress. Besides, her closet probably held a few more. If she couldn't wear this dress, she had others.
Ania stood off in the corner, watching Kaito help Chez with his bloodied clothes. Her hands, folded behind her back, figited a bit and clenched each other. Why would it give her such a... cheap thrill to see his skin?
Ania scowled a bit, growing disgusted with herself. Why was she reacting this way now?! Before she always hated anything that had to do with Chez! Now...!
Ania snapped out of her inner tyrade when Chez spoke to her again. Slowly she stepped out from the corner and closer to the bed. "Your body with move the potion out on its own. Either it passes through your system, or you'll throw it up. Either way each process, I can't say, is truly that pleasant..."

I s t h e r e a l m e . . . ?