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Yeah, Aeris knows exactly what the cravings are for, unfortunately, this isnt going to be her first child. She hangs her head a little when she hears Bou-chans response. Yeah, she did him wrong, really wrong, and she really feels guilty about it.

"Look.. Bou-chan. I know your just as surprised as I am about all this. But I dont want to put a barrier between the two of us. I dont know what I can do or say to make things better. Im sorry, and.. I want to make it up to you, if I can."

*nods with a slight smile to Bou. Then he goes silent... the rest was for Aeris and Bou to figure out*

Bou smirks his usual smirk and replies, "Hey, I said I would, didn't I?"

And he has.

Sure, maybe visit once in a while, but definately not stay. It'd just be too awkward, like he'd be intruding, even if she says that she'd like to have him around. It's just not for the best, not in Bou's little noggin. Unless convinced otherwise, he isn't going to stay.

Placing her drink on the ground, Aeris slowly starts to stand up and wraps her arms warmly around Bou-chan before planting a kiss on his cheek. Yeah, she did really miss him, but its hard to express that right now.

"Good, I'll be looking for you out here then, you know, so we can catch up on things and talk again." Slowly she starts to pull back and straighten herself up.

"Although, for now I need some rest. Its been a long day." Walking over to TJ, she places a kiss on his cheek and starts to walk back to the BC.

*He nods to Aeris when she leaves and smiles softly*

Good night Aeris

*He stands up and stretches a bit*

Well... it's been... interesting meeting you Bou. But I think I need some sleep as well. You're welcome to stay the night in the guild if you want. Good night man.

*He waves a little and heads inside*

Morrigan's eyes open slowly, the morning sun peering into them, almost blinding at first, then a sooting warm feeling escapes her. She blinks a few times, rubbing at her eyes with her left hand, and then, she yawns.

She gets up, turning her gaze to the sanctuary, and she remembers quite clearly what Xol had said to her, he was kind, before he grew to hate, how he was so like Gabriel... She can remember the days she had with gabriel, but those are now dead, as she grew apart from him when she met Alucard. How she disliked her husband, yet there was a crazed love between them, nothing like what she felt when she was with the assasin. She could still hope that one day she would have children, but she was a bit shaky to have them with alucard, was this the big step she was going to take? or did she have more things to do before settling down? Morrigan thought it over, and she decided that noone should have her anymore, her body is her temple, and she should keep it to her own. Quit the searching for the dark Assasin, and go by herself, leaving him in peace finally. Yet she won't live till the day she will actually serve her newfound master, Mastema. She did like the fact that she would be evil once everything was over, and she grinned somewhat. Her eyes lower, then she gets up, stretching a bit, her Bustier stretching across her chest as she breathes in for the second time this morning. Eyes watering now, she walks over to admire sir Irvine's grave, even though she had never met the man herself. She can still remember how bad of a hit he took, then dropping down tot he earth, Dead. Morrigan cannot wait till the day she can fight again, but she still wants to settle down, and try leaving it behind...

He was brave.... to face such a powerful demon....

She notices the cross, looking at it with quite interest, but then turns away, walking to the Gazebo. She had known which device Con had put there, but she does nothing of the sort to disturb it. Sitting down in a garden chair in the Gazebo, she lays back in the shade, admiring the scenery of flowers, shrubs, and other greenery, as well as the long stream. She feels at peace with herself, even though she isn't at peace with others.

It was meant to be...i will return when i get my long awaited rest, until then, please remember me in your thoughts.

Morrigan closes her eyes for the last time in her current body, she can feel her blood almost combust under the circumstances of her diasease. Her lungs collapse in a matter of seconds, her blood rusing into them, choking her almost instantly. Her eyes go dead under their lids, a blank stare, and her eyes go grey, instead of the brilliant Emerald green. She sits there, quiet and undisturbed until a passerby notices her un-souled body. All of her other shell bodies did the same as she died. One after another, the experiment died, her crypt becoming torn, and death replaced the once alive bodies. Yet, One small test tube remains, as morrigan cured the diasese on her last night being alive. Just one child remains after the leagions and leigions she had made for her reserve crypt. She will no longer have any more bodies after this one, she only has the one sample of her dna left potent enough to clone another body. It will look the same, yet younger by a couple of years, until she can be turned at the rightful age. The baby will be grown in a matter of weeks, for it is Rigidl, it will await her dear sister's arrival, Lilith, when she is taken into her custody, and given a new life, with her new, fresh body.
Her soul however, wakes up in a blank, white room, then it spins, sending into her long awaited Japanese tea-house, she meets with a long-awaited friend, wearing her Kimono, and sits down for afternoon tea, and Pocky.

*walks through the garden with a watering can, sprinkling everything evenly between refills. The reek of homebrewed liquor over took the sweet fragrance of the flowers*
that's it, burn it all, no one care about it anyway. burn it so it never comes back
*ignore's the sword's voice, already intent on his actions he pours the last drop onto the brush and throws the can into the creek*
no one cares, no one knows how hard it is to keep it like this
*he grits his teeth and kicks over an azalea*
it's like throwing pearls before swine! they don't deserve this beauty!
*lights an old wooden match off his belt and flicks it into the flowers, the same blue fireball erupts into the air and the garden is engulfed in flames, the light dances on his face and rips off his leaf laurels and throws them into the fire*
it's not worth it...*he walks through the creek and into the forest*

((again if TJ or 9 say this isn't cool, then delete the post, no hard feelings on either side))