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The assassin paused, and gave a wry grin. He knew that Midori wouldn't honestly kill himself/herself. If for no other reason than that the assassin would take that as a personal insult and bring Midori back for no other reason than to be trapped in this existence, but this time on the assassin's own terms. He sighed, and floated back into the air, reflecting slowly. "...Midori, can I please just give you a little advice? Feel free to attack me all you want. I'm used to it, it makes me feel alive, and it won't make me consider you any less of a friend. But don't treat the others that way... I doubt they'd be as... forgiving... as me. On my part, I apologise for my outburst."

Duellist sighed once more, and addressed her second concern. "Now. You shut up, and listen to what I'm about to tell you. Continuing to whinge about how you're supposed to be a boy isn't adjusting. It isn't trying to adjust. It's perfectly understandable, but... it's not what most people would call 'coming to terms' with their situation." He sighed, and looked pensive. "If you keep acting like this, you'll fall the same way I did. The danger signs will be when you start looking for boyish young women to sacrifice to become a god..."

Duellist sniffed the air again. "Besides, you can wash without looking at yourself, can't you?"

"You forget how long I've been like this Duellist. I did, I did try. I didn't take this body out for a few hours. I tried to accept this body, I tried to tell myself. 'This isn't so bad.. I can live like this.'" Indeed. It wasn't like she'd been like this for an hour. She'd been a female for.. A week? Maybe more? "But the truth is.. I don't want to be like this!" All this arguing.. All the emotions pouring out of her. Anger, sadness, despair, sorrow.. It was making her feel weak, light headed, sick.. "I want my old body back, and you're saying that's wrong?! Is that it?! I don't want to be a god.. I want nothing more but to have my old body back."

Outside of the walls of Midori's home, Mimi and Hakan could over-hear Duellist and Midori argue.

"Indeed." Yup, that was all Hakan had to say. Why was it that people such as Mimi's Daisuke, or Taryn's Duellist.. Why was it that they felt to need to try to correct, and change someone? Why was it they needed to tell someone that they were wrong for something? the world would have less problems if people could be more understanding, and listen.

Like Mimi, Hakan had a point in his life where people told him that he was going to Hell for sins he commited. It wasn't what he needed to hear.. What he needed was someone who could just smile, and nod along with what he said. If his previous 'friends' were more like that.. Maybe he would still have his human body.

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The assassin nodded, suddenly smiling. "...there.. doesn't that make you feel better?" Duellist just sat back, and waited for the next torrent of abuse. He coughed, and waved a hand in front of his face, again trying to make the point about the smell, this time less subtly. "I'm not saying it's wrong. I'm saying it will be difficult, will take time... and while I'm working at it, you could at least try to take advantage of this oppurtunity. So that... in case of the worst... at least you're prepared, and in case of the best... you'll have an advantage in getting that girlfriend..."

He looked poleaxed, as if a thought had suddenly occured to him. "Or... you honestly thougt I was going to leave you like this without even trying to find a cure?" He knew it wasn't obvious from the way he had been carrying on, but... the assassin's mind didn't work that way. Didn't work at all, really.

Oh goodness no, the thought never occured to Midori that he might be stuck like this. Gosh, no! Duellist needed to give Midori more credit. She didn't even feel like arguing with Duellist anymore. Sadly, she didn't pick up his hints that she smelled.. However, she was getting a bath none the less. She needed a place where people wouldn't invade her privacy.

And so, she would sluggishly make her way to the door to her bathroom, and slam it shut behind her. Afterwards, the click of the lock locking could be heard, and running water.

-Mimi frowned, her sensative ears picking up on the yelling inside. Well, at least Midori was alive... but there was definately something wrong. Normally, she would've wated, patiently, but today was something different.

With a hefty push, the door was opened and following the sounds, Mimi made her way to where the two were arguing. For a moment, she didn't see Midori and Duellist arguing, but herself and Daisuke, and all she could do was stand on the doorway, petrified.-

Duellist nodded, satisfied. "...maybe I should have told her my best estimate for a cure was that I'd have one ready in... um... twelve years, since I have to write a female-male spell completely up from scratch... not to mention testing and so on..." he paused, and then shook his head. "Nah..."

At least now the local neighbourhood ghosts could take off their gasmasks... the assassin himself had the unpleasant smell of exceptionally dirty female human all over him. He faded out of sight.

(( I'm watching Casa de Los Espiritus.... with Wynona Ryder and Antonio Banderas.. omg.. -drools- I love that movie..

I'm actually happy with the movie. I love the book and I can't b***h about the movie.. except for the actors being so.. er... white.. but.. whatever.. xd ))

((*dances*))