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Chantico didn't reply. She really didn't want to think too much about what was going on here, it made her squeamish. This was a mission! Wasn't it? They had to stay on target, and she needed to avoid getting Pale upset, because without a guide she would be lost inside Wedsday's mind for any length of time conceivable.

"Well..." Pale didn't want to admit this part, but it was a little abnormal "Wedsday got jealous of this guy Hex that kept hanging around me. I told Wedsday that I'd lost a sister maybe forever and that he was my family- but I wanted to date, wanted to try and be normal. And he saw the world as just the two of us. After that girl there, he set up a youkai orphanage and started taking them in, making his own family. Like he was trying to outdo me almost. He's been obsessed with setting up his own ever since."

((Round and round it goes, where it stops, who the hell knows? 4laugh ))

There was blood everywhere. It stained the dirt, the meager patches of grass, the leaves. The hands of a half elve, half wolf demon sitting on a log, looking out over the bodies with a empty look in his eyes. Blood trickled down his mouth, but it wasn't his own. Underneath his finger nails were bits of organs, strings of sinew still caught along the thumbs and index fingers. The rest of what had been there were at his feet in chunks. Dead bodies of youkai no older than the young man sitting there littered the place. What was left of them. There must have been around two dozen of them, when the bodies were toltaled. Pale hid amongst the trees, horrified. She gestured wildly for Wedsday to come back to her, but it was too late. He sat down next to Aes and told him hello for the first time in his life.

As Chanti started to speed up, it seemed like someone had hit the "fast forward" button on the remote control. There was Aes and Wedsday, working at the orphanage, suddenly Aes was having more trouble finding Wedsday. A young Netsuke dragged Wedsday into a corner, smiled and kissed him. The blur picked up. Different bodies against him, same situation. He was having so much fun he never realized that Aes quietly picked up his slack. Then there was drums, boats, torches coming out of the water, tents, the military, war, Faye with a yellow painted face and arms, screaming to killl them, Daoin, Mab, Morgan-

Wedsday was yelling at Morgan, then suddenly her stomach swelled and he stopped yelling, his shoulders sinking. There was nothing he could do now, Morgan was grinning and stroking the top of her bloated belly, then skipped off right after giving the three of them a nasty look. And there was war again, Hex commanded Pale stay. At night they were running, running to the boats and leaving. Aes tried to convince Pale to run away with him and leave Wedsday with his orphanage. Pale said he had a practice there, and why would he want to ruin his life for her? They barely knew eachother afterall. Aes looked like he was going to say something. He grabbed her arm, leaned in to her- then stopped. And walked away. Wedsday hopped into the boat and the two of them sailed off.

She'd forgotten that scene. Made more sense now, after she knew that back then what Aes had been thinking. Was she so dense? But this was about Wedsay, and it looked like he was good to go as far as the past was concerened. Chantico had just taken them to about three years worth of time. Morgan as some snotty girl, at least Pale remebered that one. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Just this month, especially anything that concerns his family life and all that."

Chantico mentally put a VERY stong "pause" on Wedsday. He was left there, looking over the shop. Blood was dripping off his head and onto the piles of fabrics. Very slowly, she met Pale's eyes, her own quietly horrified.