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 Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 2:55 am
"No time to talk. Must clean." These were the words that Naito mumbled under her breath as she moved from one end of the room to the other. After Paxton asked her what she was doing. A trail of garbage and miscellaneous objects flying up and behind her as she moved. "Must clean. Must prove that I am a responsible parent." this last line was said more to herself than Paxton.
Even though it would be Paxton's friend coming over tonight, Naito wanted to show off that she too could be a normal mother. With a clean and organized house, loving child. Everything that most television shows made out the normal looking family to be, these days. Please, just disregard the fact that she was living with two incubi, one vampire and that her son was part bird.
"OUT OF MY WAY." Snapped Naito as she zoomed past Paxton with the vacuum cleaner. Sheesh, mom was going to far with this little cleaning spree of hers. Paxton didn't even get why she was doing it. So, what did Gabby care if his house was clean? Yes Gabby was the one to be coming over. He shuddered at the thought. It wasn't as if she would be here long, just sleeping over. Besides she would be to fascinated with him to explore his house.
"....Why does she have to come?" He asked once again grumpily. Naito picked up a pair of her thong panties off the floor, "Because, Gabbies mother needs someone to take care of Gabby. An emergency came up and well, Gabby said she would feel best with you....beats me why though. " Paxton was so grumpy of late.
Almost as if on cue the love bird folded his arms and ruffled his feathers. Fine she could stay her, but he had no intention of sticking around. Eight o'clock already? Good, she would be here, they would go to bed and that would be the end of that.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:10 am
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:08 pm
Eight o' five...eight o' six. Hmmn. Naito kept pacing back and forth underneath the clock. The cleaning had finally ended so now there was nothing left to do but wait.
Perhaps she should have given Yane better directions to her house. Those little details of exactly where she lived always seemed to slip Naito's mind when she was trying to tell someone how to get to her house. "Oh yeah, it's just out past that big field, cross the stream, you'll see some trees and then...Ta-da! You can't miss it. I swear! " Oh! Oh! Trees, a field, a stream, oh yes, those directions were certainly specific weren't they?
Again in her mind Naito went through the checklist of things that needed to be done before Gabby showed up. "House cleaned..." she looked at Paxton for confirmation who simply glared at his mother, and then twitched his head slightly. "Yahto and Berakui locked up?" She certainly couldn't have those too running about with poor little Gabby around. They might warp her mind with those games of there's. "Did I feed Tsuki and put him away too?" Paxton nodded his head. He himself had shoved that stupid bat in the attick. He may not have been thrilled about Gabby coming over. But no one deserved to have to deal with the freaks he lived with.
"Oh gods...I forgot about sleeping arrangements!" Cried Naito in dismay. Unfortunately for her it was at that moment the door bell rang and a high pitched squeaking sound came from outside of the window.
Paxton cringed. Already he could feel the terrible sinking sensation she had upon him, why, why did she have to be so god damn--cheerful. At this point he tried sneaking off to his room but Naito grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the door with her.
Thwak! Naito opened the door quickly. "Hi!" She said with a very large and almost creepy smile on her face. "So good to see you, thanks for dropping Gabby by. Were going to have lots of fun, right Paxton?!" She looked down to the silent love bird with an annoyed look on her face. "Anyway thanks for coming bye!" She reached out and pulled Gabby into her dark abode. "BYE BYE NOW!" With that Naito shut the door in Yane's face.
Well. That was odd.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 1:01 pm
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:02 pm
Naito watched, from the sidelines the scene playing out before her eyes. "...Ello." She slowly said to Gabby, as she tried to catch her breath. Very odd, it seemed she was having a panic attack. One of her unsociable personalities must have taken over. "Your we-welcome and..t-t-th-thank you," she said at Gabby's hair comment. Oh god, the walls...why were they coming closer and closer. She shot a terrified look at Paxton and then ran from the room screaming. What a great time for mom to break down, huh?
"Ow!" Paxton cried out as Gabby's small bag made contact with the side of his face. Irritated, he reached up and began to rub the side of his face. Stupid dolt, she should have been more careful. Yet, Paxton bit his tongue. Sometimes an angry silence could be more effective than any lousy set of words.
Gabby, she wouldn't shut up. Even if he wanted to answer her questions, how was he supposed to get a word in edge wise, when she wouldn't stop moving her lips? Paxton eventually grabbed Gabby's hand and began to drag her along. "No talking, bed time." he grumbled as he began to drag Gabby up stairs to his room.
He wasn't sure where mom had intended her to sleep, but he knew well enough by now that mom wouldn't probably be coming back tonight. At least not while she was in one of her moods, which it appeared she was. For this reason Paxton had become more responsible and independent than most children his age. It was bed time. Paxton didn't know where else to put Gabby so she would sleep in his bedroom with him. The bed was certainly large enough for the two of them. Besides, it wasn't as if the children would do anything. Paxton was still far to young to be thinking about such things as sex.
Up and up they went. Paxton's bedroom was in the loft...well, actually it had been the attack but Naito had fixed it up quite nice for him (more like she forced poor Yahto to help her do it). Why she had even put a little door in which stepped out onto a ledge so Paxton could just fly off and out whenever he wanted to. Mmn, he certainly liked that feature.
Once inside the room Paxton dropped Gabby's. "Your side." he motioned to the left, "My side." he finished pointing to the right. "Bathroom is over there" He tossed his head back and motioned to the room behind him. An with that all said and done with he walked over to his dresser and began to fish out his pajamas.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 9:18 am
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 9:58 am
"Maybe tomorrow." He replied to the door question. But for now it was bed time, yes, bed time. It was eight thirty now, and as mentioned before Paxton was quite responsible at looking out for himself. Children should always go to bed at a decent hour. When he was younger Ma' had stuck him in bed at seven! Yet now that he was growing, he allowed himself one more hour of sunlight before he would shut the curtains to the door, pull down the shades of the window, curl up in his round bed and fall asleep.
Paxton loved his bed among many other things in his room, it was so comfy and squishy and in the middle it was sunk a bit lower than at the edges, it was like sleeping in a giant nest. It was great too because Paxton, unlike most children, had a habit of sleeping in strange positions. It was very hard for him to sleep in a regular bed with his large wings. He didn't like sleeping on his back or his stomach, and laying on a flat plan just kind of squished the two large green feathered objects on his back together, causing a pinch in his back. With his bed this way he could sleep on his side some what comfortable, or if he choose to do so, which he often did, curl up in a little ball, just like a nesting bird would do so for the night. Apparently his looks weren't just the only part of his DNA visible, if you looked closely enough you could see bird in his mannerism.
Once Gabby was out of the room it was time for Paxton to change. He had kind of gotten a weird look on his face once he realized she was just going to change in the middle of the wide open room with him around, but he quickly shook his head and turned around before he saw anything. He selected a pair of overlarge white and blue stripped boxers and a loosely cut sleeveless black shirt with no backing. It was so much nicer when he didn't have to fit his wings through the back of his shirt. With a flurry of feathers, Paxton shuffled his wings brushing any dirt and dust from them. He then selected a brush from his dresser drawer and began to brush out his hair (a preening ritual he did every night). Paxton's hair was getting pretty long now, such a lovely head of gold hair, too bad he didn't think so. "Must cut it soon..." he muttered to himself as Gabby came bounding back into the room.
He sighed trying to block out the sound of her chatter in his head, as he crawled onto his own side of the bed. It was still a bit light out but the room was growing darker by the minute. Tonight would be a half of a full moon, too bad Gabby was around he could probably sneak out to go study night creatures, there would be enough light to see what he was doing. Yet, like he said, to bad. Well, there was nothing left to say or do, so with that Paxton flipped onto his side and grabbed a handful of covers yanking them up to about his chin. "Good night." He said to Gabby, hoping she would get the drift and follow suit. No, he wasn't much of one to talk and quickly fell asleep before the girl could say another word.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 12:33 pm
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 10:42 pm
"Nnng..." Paxton shifted in his sleep, as Gabby poked him. It was safe to say the boy was out like a rock, at least for the first fifteen minutes or so. He was usually a pretty deep sleeper, but tonight something caused him to toss and turn more than he usually did.
Shifting, Paxton rolling on to a large glop of pink. You could tell he was having a bad dream. Not only was he in his most un-favorite sleeping position, but he was groaning and tossing and turning. Someone who had taken psychology before would have been able to tell that Paxton was in the middle of a REM cycle right now. Underneath the boys closed lids his eyes darted back and forth, watching some horrid thing run across his mind. Watching people dream is always an interesting sight to see. Only they could tell you what the saw at that very moment, an when they woke up, the usually couldn't remember what had happened. Dreaming was just one of those oddities found in human nature. Actually, the whole animal kingdom.
A trickle of sweat dripped down Paxton's forehead. Pink, the whole world was that god awful mass produced happy-go-lucky strawberry pink, much the same as Ichigo's fur. Ah, Ichigo. He couldn't see her, but he could sense she was near. He could feel her eyes upon him, that gaze of hers she had looked at him with that day. It was a look no matter how many times Paxton tried to forget, he would always remember it. Those eyes of hers they had called out to him, 'You're next buddy'. No, no, he wasn't going to let Ichigo eat him. But it was too late! In his dream she pounced, claws digging into the side of his head as he became subdued at her mercy. OH GOD!
Paxton sat up with a flourish, the dream was nothing new to him, he had dreamed about it on and off for months now, ever since the incident had happened. None the less, the dreamed seemed all to real. Instinctively he brought his hand to his head. You know, just to make sure he was all right, pulling his hand back he looked at his finger tips. Dry as---no wait what was this, this strange substance coloring them. Paxton's first and most immediate thought was..."BLOOD!" He panicked and began to pant. No wait this couldn't be blood. He started remembering where he was and who was with him.
Gabby. His rich brown eyes turned to the girl who he now noticed was standing slightly over him. She would never let anything happen to Paxton, no it defiantly wasn't blood. Paxton continued to look at his fingers studying the remnants of the substance, it smelled funny and made him sick to his stomach---god, he could almost swear it was pink in the moonlight. But the night liked to play tricks with color...then again. It took Paxton a while to understand what had happened, but once he saw the tube of dye in Gabby's hand it all came together like one disturbing image.
Wide eyed, the boy glared at Gabby and then ran to the bathroom. A flick of the light switch and a glimpse in the bathroom mirror confirmed his suspicions. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" He screamed as he ran out of the bathroom, globs of pink hitting the floor here and there. Oh no doubt about it, he was angry. Forget a moment ago in his dream he had been terrified, this was reality and now he remembered he was no longer the weak kid he used to be, he had control. If the tone in his voice hadn't scared Gabby into thinking she had done something wrong, the look on his face would.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 11:07 am
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 10:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:41 am
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