05-28-2008, 10:18 PM
“Niiieeer, here comes the airplane,” teased Phoebe, formally known to her boyfriend Kirano as Pearl, edging a spoonful of strawberry flavored fromage towards the mouth of her baby boy. The child turned his face away from the spoon. “Uh,” the woman sighed in defeat. “This is the fifth time he’s done that. Don’t be a bad boy like your daddy,” she said to her only child.
“I still can’t believe he left,” Paige ranted on, in reference to Seventeen. “After what happened last year, you’d think he would have seen the light.”
“And that Kirano,” Phoebe added, while the two continued to discuss how cross they were with their boyfriends, “lying to my face, telling me he would never participate. He must have known I would say no to him participating.”
“Dada!” the boy suddenly yelled, stretching his hands towards the young man who had just entered the kitchen, trying his hardest to free himself from his baby seat, but to no avail.
The two young women gazed at the entrance of the kitchen, where Kirano had just entered.
“Kirano, what are you doing home?” wondered a surprised Phoebe. “I thought you snuck out to join Dante’s Abyss along with Seventeen?”
“Seventeen?” Kirano questioned, gazing at the kitchen floor of the Civil Unrest mansion.
“I know that look,” she replied, with weary eyes. “It’s the look you get when you’re ashamed of yourself.”
“Look,” he said, extending his arms out for mercy. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he seemed fine with the fact that you’ve gotta kill 43 other people in order to win. Yeah I know the deaths are fake but still…”
“Well at least you tried,” said Paige, with a glum expression.
“Yeah, sorry,” retorted Kirano, before making his way over to his son.
Phoebe turned to their child. “Daddy’s going out, but he’ll be back by the time you finish your yogurt.” She used her fingers to tickle his stomach, making him giggle, hoping it would get him in the mood to finish his food.
“I am?” answered a confused Kirano. “Where?”
“To go try harder to talk Seventeen out of Dante’s Abyss.”
“When did he leave?” the blonde haired friend of the android enquired.
“About twenty minutes ago.” Paige’s estimation was way off. It had been over half an hour since the android had left.
Damn, thought Kirano, realizing twenty minutes was not that long. Seventeen you idiot, couldn’t you have left an hour ago? Fuck, it’s my fault. I shoulda stopped off at the supermarket to buy beer like I intended. Damn me and not trusting my instincts. I will next time though. Ah fuck it; it’s too late to beat yourself up about it.
“Knowing how long the queue was last year, he’s probably still lining up,” suspected Paige.
“In other words you as well as Phoebe want me to go and bring him back.”
Damn, why did I just say that? I should learn to shut my mouth sometimes.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” urged Paige, with a sympathetic expression on the face. It was obviously a fake expression. Kirano did not buy it, but regardless, he was sucker when it came to women. Phoebe knew it and had probably told Paige during one of their girly gossips, thus Paige was able to pull one against him. When it came to doing women favors, he just did not know how to say ‘no’, especially when they pulled sad faces like Paige had done.
Women, he cursed before sighing in agreement.
“You’re so lucky to have him,” said Paige in delight. It had been the first time she smiled since her boyfriend disobeyed her.
“No need to flatter me,” said Kirano unenthusiastically. “I’m going already.” On the inside, he was crying.
Phoebe rose up from the oval table, bending to give her son a peck on his soft, chubby cheek. “Mommy’s coming back in a second.” Kirano Junior giggled, knowing exactly what he was going to do when mommy left, knock over his pot of yogurt.
It had only taken a matter of seconds for the whitelighter to orb Kirano at the location of the sign ups. “You owe me one,” said Kirano frowning at her. “And you know what I mean when I say ‘you owe me one’.”
“Five minutes in the sheets, yeah I know.”
“Ahahaha,” was his fake response. “You’ve got jokes.” He would whisper his next words so that only she could hear him. “Bear in mind how long I’d been without getting any.”
She thought and after a few moments responded, “damn.” According to her calculations, it had been over two and a half years since he last had sex, but little did she know it had really been just over a month since he last got some. However, a month without sex to him was a very long time, considering ‘two times a week’ was his average.
“Don’t worry,” she said, planting a peck on his lips and then using her fingers to smear her cherry red lipstick off his lips. “I’ll see you soon.”
“I’m missing tennis because of this!” he shouted, while she was in the process of orbing away.
Once she was gone, the human took a look at the queue for the first time, releasing a deep sigh, due to its long length.
Well one thing’s for sure, I’m going to kill someone today and it’s not going to be a fake death either, he thought, in reference to his friend Seventeen, marching his way towards the back of the line.
I shouldn’t be here. I should be at home watching tennis. It’s the freaking French Open for Godsake.
Kirano could feel his heart beating fast, due to the anxiety of confronting Seventeen.
I’m going to shove my sword up his ass. Just wait.
A cameraman recognized the blonde haired boy at the end of the line, immediately edging towards the young warrior. “Aren’t you Kirano?” The blonde haired boy turned towards the cameraman. “The same Kirano who saved the world from the evil red Stallions?” That put a smile on the human’s face. There was nothing he loved more than recognition. “It is you,” the shorter man finally realized. “Hey everyone, it’s our hero, the man who saved us from the Construct!” In a matter of moments, camcorders and microphones were shoved in his direction.
Kirano gave a lucky camera one of his sexy smiles. “Hi everyone, it’s Kirano. Wait, scrap that,” he said using his hands to dismiss the camcorder.
Seventeen, he suddenly managed to remember, despite the vast amount of attention he was receiving from the media.
“Uh gotta go, but catch me on Larry King next week,” he mentioned, before giving a sexy pose, and then jogging off to the line, which had drastically moved forward.
“Kirano!” “Kirano!” “Kirano!”
The human had no choice but to ignore their constant calls. As much as he wanted to stop and talk, he had a mission to complete. If he did not retrieve Seventeen back to the mansion, then the women of the house would do nothing but bitch all day and bitching meant ‘no alone time’ for he and Phoebe, and no alone time meant no sex for him.
No fuck that, he denied. I’m getting some tonight.
He concentrated his ki in order to pick up his friends energy signal, but stopped, remembering that androids had no ki signals.
Damnit…Damnit… No, calm down Kirano, there’s still a chance he’s in the queue, if he’s not then he’s probably on Dante.
Kirano pondered about leaving the queue, but every time he did, the word ‘Sex’ came into mind. He loved sex and he would not be denied nookie because of Seventeen.
The agitated human took little steps in and out of the line occasionally to see whether a bony, raven haired android was at the sign up desk, but he failed to spot his Civil Unrest teammate.
It was not long before it was his turn at the sign up desk.
“I already know who you are,” smiled a short, blonde haired, young woman to him, a woman who appeared in her late twenties, “which means I know what you’re capable of.” Kirano could not help but blush due to his fame. “Just a couple of things.”
“Sure,” he replied.
“I need to know your age.”
“Twenty,” he smirked.
She smiled back. He was very sexy, so too agreed all of his screaming female fans on the side lines, some even being restrained by security guards. “Kiraaaanooo!” they screamed, trying to get past the security so that they could meet their dream boyfriend.
[I]I wish Phoebe was here to see this. …Meh, she’s probably watching what’s happening on the TV. Yes…
He hoped she was jealous.
“And this must be your first time competing,” she guessed, catching his attention. The woman would definitely have remembered such a sexy participant as he.
“Yeah,” he replied, leaning towards her. “But to tell you the truth, I’m not here to enter,” he whispered. Unfortunately, she was not able to hear him, as her eyes remained fixed on his. His Godly features had managed to place her in a trance.
“Huh?” she finally answered, snapping out of it.
“Nevermind.”
“Go on through,” she smiled, before pulling her cell phone out of her bag. It was probably going to get her fired but she did not care. Once she had dialed her friend’s number, she put the cell phone against her right ear. “Hey…yeah Wendy, guess who I just spoke to?”
“I still can’t believe he left,” Paige ranted on, in reference to Seventeen. “After what happened last year, you’d think he would have seen the light.”
“And that Kirano,” Phoebe added, while the two continued to discuss how cross they were with their boyfriends, “lying to my face, telling me he would never participate. He must have known I would say no to him participating.”
“Dada!” the boy suddenly yelled, stretching his hands towards the young man who had just entered the kitchen, trying his hardest to free himself from his baby seat, but to no avail.
The two young women gazed at the entrance of the kitchen, where Kirano had just entered.
“Kirano, what are you doing home?” wondered a surprised Phoebe. “I thought you snuck out to join Dante’s Abyss along with Seventeen?”
“Seventeen?” Kirano questioned, gazing at the kitchen floor of the Civil Unrest mansion.
“I know that look,” she replied, with weary eyes. “It’s the look you get when you’re ashamed of yourself.”
“Look,” he said, extending his arms out for mercy. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he seemed fine with the fact that you’ve gotta kill 43 other people in order to win. Yeah I know the deaths are fake but still…”
“Well at least you tried,” said Paige, with a glum expression.
“Yeah, sorry,” retorted Kirano, before making his way over to his son.
Phoebe turned to their child. “Daddy’s going out, but he’ll be back by the time you finish your yogurt.” She used her fingers to tickle his stomach, making him giggle, hoping it would get him in the mood to finish his food.
“I am?” answered a confused Kirano. “Where?”
“To go try harder to talk Seventeen out of Dante’s Abyss.”
“When did he leave?” the blonde haired friend of the android enquired.
“About twenty minutes ago.” Paige’s estimation was way off. It had been over half an hour since the android had left.
Damn, thought Kirano, realizing twenty minutes was not that long. Seventeen you idiot, couldn’t you have left an hour ago? Fuck, it’s my fault. I shoulda stopped off at the supermarket to buy beer like I intended. Damn me and not trusting my instincts. I will next time though. Ah fuck it; it’s too late to beat yourself up about it.
“Knowing how long the queue was last year, he’s probably still lining up,” suspected Paige.
“In other words you as well as Phoebe want me to go and bring him back.”
Damn, why did I just say that? I should learn to shut my mouth sometimes.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” urged Paige, with a sympathetic expression on the face. It was obviously a fake expression. Kirano did not buy it, but regardless, he was sucker when it came to women. Phoebe knew it and had probably told Paige during one of their girly gossips, thus Paige was able to pull one against him. When it came to doing women favors, he just did not know how to say ‘no’, especially when they pulled sad faces like Paige had done.
Women, he cursed before sighing in agreement.
“You’re so lucky to have him,” said Paige in delight. It had been the first time she smiled since her boyfriend disobeyed her.
“No need to flatter me,” said Kirano unenthusiastically. “I’m going already.” On the inside, he was crying.
Phoebe rose up from the oval table, bending to give her son a peck on his soft, chubby cheek. “Mommy’s coming back in a second.” Kirano Junior giggled, knowing exactly what he was going to do when mommy left, knock over his pot of yogurt.
It had only taken a matter of seconds for the whitelighter to orb Kirano at the location of the sign ups. “You owe me one,” said Kirano frowning at her. “And you know what I mean when I say ‘you owe me one’.”
“Five minutes in the sheets, yeah I know.”
“Ahahaha,” was his fake response. “You’ve got jokes.” He would whisper his next words so that only she could hear him. “Bear in mind how long I’d been without getting any.”
She thought and after a few moments responded, “damn.” According to her calculations, it had been over two and a half years since he last had sex, but little did she know it had really been just over a month since he last got some. However, a month without sex to him was a very long time, considering ‘two times a week’ was his average.
“Don’t worry,” she said, planting a peck on his lips and then using her fingers to smear her cherry red lipstick off his lips. “I’ll see you soon.”
“I’m missing tennis because of this!” he shouted, while she was in the process of orbing away.
Once she was gone, the human took a look at the queue for the first time, releasing a deep sigh, due to its long length.
Well one thing’s for sure, I’m going to kill someone today and it’s not going to be a fake death either, he thought, in reference to his friend Seventeen, marching his way towards the back of the line.
I shouldn’t be here. I should be at home watching tennis. It’s the freaking French Open for Godsake.
Kirano could feel his heart beating fast, due to the anxiety of confronting Seventeen.
I’m going to shove my sword up his ass. Just wait.
A cameraman recognized the blonde haired boy at the end of the line, immediately edging towards the young warrior. “Aren’t you Kirano?” The blonde haired boy turned towards the cameraman. “The same Kirano who saved the world from the evil red Stallions?” That put a smile on the human’s face. There was nothing he loved more than recognition. “It is you,” the shorter man finally realized. “Hey everyone, it’s our hero, the man who saved us from the Construct!” In a matter of moments, camcorders and microphones were shoved in his direction.
Kirano gave a lucky camera one of his sexy smiles. “Hi everyone, it’s Kirano. Wait, scrap that,” he said using his hands to dismiss the camcorder.
Seventeen, he suddenly managed to remember, despite the vast amount of attention he was receiving from the media.
“Uh gotta go, but catch me on Larry King next week,” he mentioned, before giving a sexy pose, and then jogging off to the line, which had drastically moved forward.
“Kirano!” “Kirano!” “Kirano!”
The human had no choice but to ignore their constant calls. As much as he wanted to stop and talk, he had a mission to complete. If he did not retrieve Seventeen back to the mansion, then the women of the house would do nothing but bitch all day and bitching meant ‘no alone time’ for he and Phoebe, and no alone time meant no sex for him.
No fuck that, he denied. I’m getting some tonight.
He concentrated his ki in order to pick up his friends energy signal, but stopped, remembering that androids had no ki signals.
Damnit…Damnit… No, calm down Kirano, there’s still a chance he’s in the queue, if he’s not then he’s probably on Dante.
Kirano pondered about leaving the queue, but every time he did, the word ‘Sex’ came into mind. He loved sex and he would not be denied nookie because of Seventeen.
The agitated human took little steps in and out of the line occasionally to see whether a bony, raven haired android was at the sign up desk, but he failed to spot his Civil Unrest teammate.
It was not long before it was his turn at the sign up desk.
“I already know who you are,” smiled a short, blonde haired, young woman to him, a woman who appeared in her late twenties, “which means I know what you’re capable of.” Kirano could not help but blush due to his fame. “Just a couple of things.”
“Sure,” he replied.
“I need to know your age.”
“Twenty,” he smirked.
She smiled back. He was very sexy, so too agreed all of his screaming female fans on the side lines, some even being restrained by security guards. “Kiraaaanooo!” they screamed, trying to get past the security so that they could meet their dream boyfriend.
[I]I wish Phoebe was here to see this. …Meh, she’s probably watching what’s happening on the TV. Yes…
He hoped she was jealous.
“And this must be your first time competing,” she guessed, catching his attention. The woman would definitely have remembered such a sexy participant as he.
“Yeah,” he replied, leaning towards her. “But to tell you the truth, I’m not here to enter,” he whispered. Unfortunately, she was not able to hear him, as her eyes remained fixed on his. His Godly features had managed to place her in a trance.
“Huh?” she finally answered, snapping out of it.
“Nevermind.”
“Go on through,” she smiled, before pulling her cell phone out of her bag. It was probably going to get her fired but she did not care. Once she had dialed her friend’s number, she put the cell phone against her right ear. “Hey…yeah Wendy, guess who I just spoke to?”