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Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


Felipe nodded.

"Ah, I see," he replied. It seemed he was a bit disappointed - whether it was for Tony or for Sami was unknown. "Well, that's a shame." He stood, walking over to the 'window' to gaze at the 'view' of the morning New York. "And she's usually so good with men too. 'Tis a shame." He turned to face Tony once more, and gave him a dashing smile. "You will come to regret it. Regret what, well..." he sipped his wine. "I think you know that perfectly well."

"Ah, Felipe..."

Sami stepped cautiously into the room, fixing her wrist.

"I think this generation might be a little too much..."

Her outfit was a skin tight, one-piece suit of what looked like rubber, the coloration a futuristic design of pale blue and shadowy black that had her wearing tall boots and black gloves, the suit covering her entire body save for her face and a portion of the front of her upper torso. The outfit had a high neck that was open, the suit created so that a large amount of her cleavage showed. Her lips were pursed in uncertainty as she stepped through the doorway completely.

"Felipe, I think your obsession has gotten the better of you this time-"

It was then she saw Tony.

She turned beet red, taking a step back.

"Ah! Tony! I-I didn't know you were here..."

((Thank you. ^_^))

Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


Sami cleared her throat, fighting to regain her composure before whirling to Felipe.

"Felipe, what the hell am I wearing?! I'll stick out like a sore thumb in this ridiculous outfit!"

"Oh, admit it mi novita," he stated simply. "It makes you feel sexy."

Sami only blushed more, crossing her arms.

"No, it doesn't," she muttered stubbornly. "I feel like a ******** fool."

"You feel like ******** a fool? Well my dear, why didn't you say so?" He motioned to Tony playfully. "There is a lovestruck fool right there."

Sami moved her arm as if to hit Felipe hard in the shoulder, but she stopped soon after moving, as if rethinking it.

She could only glare at ******** you," she growled, disappearing back through the doorway. Felipe raised an eyebrow.

"Do you need to be taught another lesson again?" He asked playfully.

"NO." Sami's reply came firmly, exasperatedly. Felipe chuckled, looking back at Tony as the doors closed. "So, what did you think? Beautiful, wasn't it?"

Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


Felipe laughed.

"Oh trust me, it's VERY business-appropriate," he replied. "As much as she hates it, she knows it."

Just then a deafening roar burst through the door.

"FELIPE!" Sami roared. "WHY IS THERE NOTHING ELSE IN THIS CLOSET?!"

"Just wear a trench coat over it and it'll be fine!" Felipe called back, laughing from where he lounged on another couch. "And put your hair up! It'll look great!"

An exasperated growl was the reply.

"Why couldn't you have just been a ******** FASHION DESIGNER and be DONE WITH IT?!" She snapped back as something crushed. "GODDAMMIT!"

"MUERTA!" Felipe roared. "WATCH YOUR ******** LANGUAGE!"

One could picture Sami rolling her eyes.

"Yes SIR," she snarled, making Felipe roll his own eyes.

"Just like her father, I swear."

Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


Felipe looked back over to Tony.

"I've already stated my case," he stated simply. "I wish to be allies. We'll start out small." He smiled. "Then when we've decided that the Mafia can be... trusted, or at least trusted enough, THEN you can see what this organization is really about..." He raised his head. "MUERTA! MUERTA, GET OUT HERE!"

"NO!" She yelled back.

"GET IN HERE, YOU LITTLE FRIKKIN CHICITA!" Felipe snapped. "PUT ON YOUR BIG GIRL PANTIES AND DEAL WITH IT!"

Something on the other side of the door crunched again.

"Gah - fine!"

When she opened the door again, her hair was pulled up into a tight, high ponytail, her brown hair flowing over her shoulders while her purple eyes sparkled.

Scowling, she leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, her guns hanging at her hips.

"Now what the hell do you want?"

Felipe raised an eyebrow at her and motioned for her to sit down next to him.

"Now now, mi novita, where is the love?" He asked simply as Sami moved slowly over. "You must be here for this deal. It is because of you this became possible in the first place."

Grudgingly, she sat down next to him, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah..." she muttered to herself, also crossing her legs and refusing to meet Tony's eyes.

((gotta go. sorry. bye))

"Still doesn't sit right with you?" Lawliet asked, walking in after Tony and Felipe's men left.
"Yeah." Laura sighed.
"Same here..." He sighed slightly depressed.
"You didn't do..."
"As much as I hate it, I stayed out." Lawliet sighed. "I would have even switched places with him if he wanted. Instead I just got shot in the foot... litterally..."
"YOU DESERVE IT!!" Laura yelled at him.
"I know. We've already established that..." Lawliet said, halfway ignoring her. "We'll just have to trust him and his men..."
"So why are you here? They are already planning to buy arms from Felipe." Laura snapped.
"They were stolen goods." Lawliet said.
"Their a gang. What did you expect." Laura asked.
"They were stolen goods." Lawliet said, giving her a more serious expression. "Or more rather stolen designs for older products..." Both of them were silent for a few moments. Lawliet sighed again. "Well, there's always the other reason." He smiled.
"Other reason?" Laura asked, almost afraid of what he would say.
"Yes. I want to meet Miss Double D and ask her out on a date." Lawliet replied sweetly with a large childlike smile.
"You idiot." Laura replied. He laughed.

Once upon a time....

there lived a witch...