Fan Fiction ❯ Hoshi Dormitory ❯ Halloween Mishap ( Chapter 4 )
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By: FujiwaraNanashi 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 156 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 156 | Status: Completed
Chapter 4
Halloween Mishap
Amaya grabbed a hot pad and opened the over, reaching in she pulled out a blood red cake. Red velvet cake was probably one of the few foods they could get Gabriel to eat, she had learn from experience from her first year there. “Okay, Sydney, get the frosting!” she yelled, setting the cake down on the kitchen island and pulled out a knife to frost it. “And make sure it’s the black frosting.” It was the very least they could do for her birthday because there was no way any of them could afford anything else, not that any of them would. Gabriel was infamous, but not totally liked.
“Yes, Ma’am!” Sydney smiled climbing up on a stool to look for the right frosting in the cabinet, it had probably been there since the year prior. Of course her other half objected, “Er.. Wait.. Why are we helping again? We don’t even like the chick.” Finding the frosting she replied, “To be helpful and nice! It’s what we should do.” She rolled her eyes at her prior statement, “Pssh, screw that. Lets go find something better to do!” It wasn’t likely that Sydney would agree with herself. She never did. “No, I want to help!” Sighing sounding frustrated, she gave, “Fine, be that way!” Triumphantly she grinned, “I will.” Then turning her attention to Amaya and giving her the frosting, “Shouldn’t we let it cool before we put the frosting on...?”
Pausing for a moment to think about it, Amaya then shook her head, “Mm, no.” Turning the frosting upside down, she let it plop onto the cake. She was never much for waiting. The sooner the better. Looking like the frosting had melted enough a bit, she began spreading it over the hot cake making it melt down the sides even more.
The two girls walked into the main foyer just as Gabriel walked in. She’d been going costume shopping so she’d be ready for the night. Interesting enough she’d always enjoyed the holiday, though she’d never admit it to anyone, save herself. She had the perfect outfit, too, so contradictory to herself it was humorous in a way. Noticing the food Amaya was carrying and that most everyone was in the room she whined, “Gods, don’t tell me you made a cake.. again. I told you two last year I didn’t want one and Amaya the year before that...” They never did learn did they? The wounds in her stomach still healing made it hurt to eat. She had a very slow metabolism and didn’t digest food well.
Sen, who’d been up in his room, playing on his game boy, walked down the stairs. Looking a little shocked to see everyone gathered, he wondered if he’d missed the memo, “Hey, why’s everyone down here? What I miss.” It could have been related to the holiday, but they were in college and a bit too old for that sort of thing.
“Oh, we were just about to decide where we would ritually kill seven preselected people so that we could summon a demon and cause mass carnage...” Adrian stated sarcastically, though he noticed that Sen didn’t pick up on the fact and had paled slightly. “I’m joking.” he grinned, reassuringly. “It’s Gabriel’s birthday.” Not that he wanted to be down stairs for that, Gabriel wasn’t exactly his favorite person in the world. The only reason he was, was because Sydney had asked him to be nice for once. He was suppose to not be nice. It was his job, but she just didn’t understand.
Feeling relief to know Adrian was joking, the color returned to his face. With them you never could be to sure about that sort of thing. In fact, Sen wouldn’t put it past several of the residents. Sydney’s darker half, for instance had suggested that she use his blood for painting, just the other day. He, of course, declined politely. Thinking for a moment, he put his thoughts together, “It’s her birthday, but it’s Halloween?” How ironic was that? The scariest chick he’d ever come into contact with was born on All Hollow’s Eve, well, it was better than being born on Devil’s night, which was the day before.
Adrian sighed, were people not aloud to be born on holidays or something? Everyone had to be born sometime and on a occasion it happened to be on a day set apart by a certain society. “And that makes a difference how?”
“Cake!” Amaya shouted, breaking up the conversation. Someone had to eat it and it was getting to hot to hold and so it was dropped on the coffee table. It was a slightly deformed looking cake, but that possibly was because of the melted black frosting that had dripped down the sides and that it was lopsided.
Cho glanced down, “Yeah, so when did we get a coffee table?” It hadn’t been there the day before.
“Um, I have no idea...” Amaya tried to remember, but came up blank. “Maybe I bought it when I was drunk?” When was there a time when she wasn’t drunk was a better question. Changing the subject before everyone began discussing her lack of sobriety, she commented, “So anyway, Gabriel, here’s you cake.”
Gabriel glanced down at it, “Obviously.” Picking up the cake and a fork she accidentally wondered aloud, “Hm, wonder how old I am this year.” That could take a moment to figure out and she didn’t feel like putting in the effort for the time being.
Sen stared at her, “You mean you don’t know?” She didn’t look to be much over the age of twenty. It couldn’t have been that difficult to come up with. Why did he even bother with it? It was pointless anyway. Realizing she wasn’t going to answer, he asked, “Yeah, so you gonna eat open presents of some sort or something?”
Gabriel along with everyone else looked at him like he was nuts. “You have to be joking, Pixie. None of these people like me. The wouldn’t even if they did.” Standing she muttered a small thanks for making her a cake and proceeded up to her room.
The remaining residents glanced at each other. That was harshly said, but true. “Time to get ready!” Amaya smiled. They only had a few hours before they were to leave for the night.
“Ready for what?” Sen questioned naively. He had yet to learn the customs of the strange bunch and was quite clueless.
Bouncing up and down Cho laughed, “To get ready for trick-or-treating, duh!” Looking down at her brightly colored, preppy clothing a look of horror came across her face, “I need to get ready! Now! See you peoples later!” Dashing up the stairs the others couldn’t help but wonder what she would wear. It was sure to be a dreaded sight.
Sen looked to Amaya, she would be the one most likely to explain without shunning him for his ignorance in the ways of the Hoshi. “You mean to say, you guys still trick-or-treat?” That was something five year olds did with their parents or an unfortunate older sibling which was forced to take them, not college students.
Amaya, who apparently was off in another world, didn’t answer, but Sydney did instead. “How else are we suppose to get food? We’re broke! Plus, it’s free! Don’t be a dumbass. Yeah, what she said!” For once she’d agreed with herself, which only made Sen more embarrassed. They were agreeing over his stupidity, though he wasn’t really stupid, just uncultured.
Amaya who was apparently back grabbed a sharpy, scribbled cat whiskers on her cheeks and took off her rainbow hued beanie where to black cat ears popped out. It was the one time when she didn’t have to hide her ears or tail in public. “I’m ready!” she said, pulling her tail out of hiding.
Taking note of Amaya’s lack of costume, Adrian muttered, “That’s it? You’re not even going to change your clothing or anything? That’s cheep.” What a dork. She looked exactly like she always did.
Picking up clothing she’d had laying on the couch, she showed him a scanty bathing suit with a leopard print. “Would it suit you better if I wore this?” That was plan b if no one liked her first outfit. It could be a bit cold to wear in the fall, though.
Adrian rubbed his tipples, that was horrible. If he were to see her in such an outfit he’d be forced to pry his eyes out..... with a spork. Picturing it already made him want to gag. He quickly began poking the center of his for head, gouging out his mental eye.
Knowing exactly what he was doing, Amaya snidely commented, “Yeah, so what are you going as smart ass?”
Pulling out a large gun from his leather jacket, he shrugged, “Hit man.” It was his favorite outfit and he’d been wearing it for the holiday as long as he could remember. Then again he wore it every day anyway, but still. His outfit kicked ass.
“Pssh, and you yell at me for not wearing a costume? That’s your general attire!” she growled. Adrian was horrible. She looked over to Sydney, who looked as though she had yet to put a costume on, “So what are you going as, Syd?”
“God.” she stated simply, lifting up on side of her hoodie. It revealed a name tag barring the text ‘Hello my name is God.’ She’d always wanted to be God. Nine out of ten voices in her head agreed.
“Right...” Amaya began. Perhaps this was why collage students should never trick-or-treat. Sen hadn’t even known that he was going to be going trick-or-treating so he’d probably not be wearing anything, unless they raided Gabriel’s closet for some sort of costume. She had several, though the idea of Sen not wearing anything wasn’t a bad one in the least. Gods, that was a perverted thought, she needed to stop going threw the files on Cho’s laptop. There was just way to many lemon fan fictions saved on it. “Se-” she began to ask what he was wearing, only to be cut off.
Cho bounced down the stairs, interrupting Amaya, “I’m a playboy bunny!!” She was wearing a pink veinal outfit with white faux fur trim and white bunny ears. Always getting a real costume, she knew the others never did. The prior year she had gone as a cheerleader. Halloween was just so much fun.
“Of course you are..” Amaya muttered, could she say anything without being interrupted. Now what she was saying before she was rudely was interrupted. “Okay, so.. Sen, are you going?” He’d better, unless he planned on starving to death until Thanksgiving. It was either that or his parents had to have given him a lot of money.
Sen honestly didn’t know. Apparently he didn’t need to wear a costume, but it just didn’t seem right not to. “I don’t really know.. Is Gabriel going?” Why the hell did he ask that? The woman was creepy. Though it wouldn’t be right if she didn’t go when everyone else did. Maybe she was going.
“Doubtful.” Amaya lied. Gabriel always went because it was her favorite holiday, but she wanted to see Sen’s reaction. His face faltered, in disappointment Aw, he had a crush on her. “So you going or not?” It didn’t take a whole lot of thought, yes or no.
“Yeah, sure.” Might as well, even if he didn’t have much of a sweet tooth. “But what should I wear?” It wasn’t likely that they had anything for him to wear, but maybe there was something he could pretend to be as well.
Everyone in the room had evil grins as Gabriel came up behind Sen, without his noticing and chloroformed him. Soon after he dropped to the floor. “Which one?” Gabriel asked, holding up several costumes, boredly.
“Yo, Sen!” Amaya yelled. “We’re leaving!” They’d just gotten him dressed and everyone was ready to go out the door. To aid Sen’s waking Adrian doused him with water. The earlier they started, the more candy they’d have and if they didn’t leave soon Amaya would gladly get a head start. Hearing a groan in response, she kicked the mass, “Wake up already!!!”
Sitting up abruptly, Sen blinked, “What did I miss?” He could of sworn he’d just been chloroformed, but that was just too weird. Thinking about it, that probably meant that he had been chloroformed.
“We got you ready.” Gabriel replied as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing an angel costume which consisted of a pair of large white feathery wings, a black dress that had ruffly see through short sleeve which were off the shoulders and see through material at the bottom, and a black silk corset. She loved the pure irony in it. An angel was so very unlike herself and it was strangely humorous to her. Besides, it was a good thing she had worn something, seeing that only two others were wearing actual costumes. Walking up to the group she then muttered, “Let’s get this over with.
Everyone agreed and grabbed pillow cases to fill with candy and walked out the door. As they did walk from door to door, receiving odd looks from the people handing out candy, Sen heard whistles every so often. He didn’t know what the hell they were cat calling at. Hearing one more from a teen that was leaned against a building, he glared, “What is your problem? I mean she may be pretty, but gods! Grow up!”
“What is your problem?” Gabriel growled harshly. What a stupid little idiot. He hadn’t even checked to see his costume. Not to mention his little outburst at the child’s cat call. All the other girls were farther up ahead and she wasn’t pretty. He must have an imaginary girlfriend or something like that. The poor guy was too stupid to know that she wasn’t real. Oh, well.
A light blush came across his cheeks, which he hoped she’d not see because of the darkness’s cover. “N-nothing.” They’d just been getting to him. No one had the right to be disrespectful like that to someone as elegant as Gabriel. A look of horror played his expression before he mentally slapped himself for thinking as such.
Gabriel shook his head. Sen wore all his emotions on his sleeves, which made no sense. He was setting himself up to be manipulated and fall if he always did that. People would chew him up and spit him out. “Yeah, whatever.” she muttered. Having places to go and people to see so she began walking down a dark alleyway.
“Where are you going?” Sen questioned, anxiously. It wasn’t good for a girl to be walking all alone at night, even if they were scary. As much hell as she had put him threw and as much more as she probably would, he couldn’t help but feel concerned for her well being.
Just before disappearing into a black obis she muttered, “To hell.” leaving Sen staring at where she had been. Slipping quickly in and out of shadows she quickly found what, or more who, she had been looking for. It was on of River’s little peons and soon to be her little massager boy. “Hello, Mr Dale. Remember me?” she asked, evilly ensnaring him in her grasp before whisking him away to a place no mortal could enter, one of the nonexistent places undead so often frequented. “No, no. You wouldn’t. My apologies. I was gone before you caught up.”
Mark Dale had been delivering a message for his boss Mr. River to a clientele when the demonic looking woman dressed as an angel had dragged him away to a place very foreign to him though he had been brought up in the same city. She had to be the same woman who had caused so much trouble when they were working on the cyborg case. “Y-your that woman aren’t you..?” he asked, his voice quivering. Not often had he found true reason to be afraid, but the red eyed creature made his skin crawl.
“There are a lot of women, but yes. I believe it to be true.” she muttered. Small chat had never been an enjoyable pastime of hers. Noticing Dale reaching into his pocket, she quicky removed it from his grasp. It wasn’t that she was that good, but that humans were too easy to defeat in any way. The boy looked stunned, he mustn’t have come in to contact with many of her kind. “Not so tough now, ne? Well, sorry to tell you, but your gun wouldn’t have done much anyway. Now would you like to live or revert back to more childish games and be killed in a most unpleasant way?”
Shocked by what had happened, he knew this had to have been on of the things Boss had always been muttering about. Dale had never believed a word of it, taking it to be the rantings of an old man, until now. “What d-do you want?” he asked. She wanted him for something and it was best to oblige to what she said.
“Don’t worry. Just give this to Rivers immediately and you’ll live to see another day.” she hissed, slipping an envelop into the massager’s hands. Leaving him in an abandoned alleyway she left him saying, “Oh, and mess up and I will shoot the messenger.” At least the night wasn’t a total waist of time. Her note simply said mess with one of her employs again and River would wish himself dead. There was no time for idiots like his bosses in her itinerary. Walking back home she was relived. Sleep seemed welcoming and everyone else seemed to have gotten the same idea because the lights were on. Walking in she almost had to suppress a laugh. Almost being the key word, though she really didn’t even have the need to. It was just what anyone else would do.
Sen was flailing around his arms wildly while ranting still wearing the khaki skort and a golden sequin tank top. “I’m a fucking drag queen! What kind of sick people are you?!” Noting Gabriel had appeared he came up to her. “Please tell me you didn’t have anything to do with it! Please?” he whined, she was more mature than that. She had to be!
“I provided the clothing.” She always had many articles of clothing on had due to the fact she had a major in clothing design. In fact the outfit he was wearing was made especially for him, though it looked to be for a woman. Plus he looked good in women’s clothing, really good. Gross, that was a fucked up thought.
Sen dropped his head in his hands, “Everyone’s in on it. It’s a bloody conspiracy!” Proceeding to spazz out, he continued, “This is insane! Everyone here’s insane! I’m in a fricken nut house! Omigods, I’m never going to live this down! It’s over, I’m finished! Goodby-....”
Gabriel sighed, he was only slightly annoying like getting one’s head cut off was only a little painful. “Could you just shut up?” she growled, her voice denoting her severe irritation. This had to be the reason she preferred to not associate with anyone. She’s never in all her existence had an experience with people that ended on a good note.
“Yes, ma’am.” he muttered shyly, making his way to his room to change. Feeling a blush come over his face, he smacked himself. He had to stop acting that way around that girl.
Halloween Mishap
Amaya grabbed a hot pad and opened the over, reaching in she pulled out a blood red cake. Red velvet cake was probably one of the few foods they could get Gabriel to eat, she had learn from experience from her first year there. “Okay, Sydney, get the frosting!” she yelled, setting the cake down on the kitchen island and pulled out a knife to frost it. “And make sure it’s the black frosting.” It was the very least they could do for her birthday because there was no way any of them could afford anything else, not that any of them would. Gabriel was infamous, but not totally liked.
“Yes, Ma’am!” Sydney smiled climbing up on a stool to look for the right frosting in the cabinet, it had probably been there since the year prior. Of course her other half objected, “Er.. Wait.. Why are we helping again? We don’t even like the chick.” Finding the frosting she replied, “To be helpful and nice! It’s what we should do.” She rolled her eyes at her prior statement, “Pssh, screw that. Lets go find something better to do!” It wasn’t likely that Sydney would agree with herself. She never did. “No, I want to help!” Sighing sounding frustrated, she gave, “Fine, be that way!” Triumphantly she grinned, “I will.” Then turning her attention to Amaya and giving her the frosting, “Shouldn’t we let it cool before we put the frosting on...?”
Pausing for a moment to think about it, Amaya then shook her head, “Mm, no.” Turning the frosting upside down, she let it plop onto the cake. She was never much for waiting. The sooner the better. Looking like the frosting had melted enough a bit, she began spreading it over the hot cake making it melt down the sides even more.
The two girls walked into the main foyer just as Gabriel walked in. She’d been going costume shopping so she’d be ready for the night. Interesting enough she’d always enjoyed the holiday, though she’d never admit it to anyone, save herself. She had the perfect outfit, too, so contradictory to herself it was humorous in a way. Noticing the food Amaya was carrying and that most everyone was in the room she whined, “Gods, don’t tell me you made a cake.. again. I told you two last year I didn’t want one and Amaya the year before that...” They never did learn did they? The wounds in her stomach still healing made it hurt to eat. She had a very slow metabolism and didn’t digest food well.
Sen, who’d been up in his room, playing on his game boy, walked down the stairs. Looking a little shocked to see everyone gathered, he wondered if he’d missed the memo, “Hey, why’s everyone down here? What I miss.” It could have been related to the holiday, but they were in college and a bit too old for that sort of thing.
“Oh, we were just about to decide where we would ritually kill seven preselected people so that we could summon a demon and cause mass carnage...” Adrian stated sarcastically, though he noticed that Sen didn’t pick up on the fact and had paled slightly. “I’m joking.” he grinned, reassuringly. “It’s Gabriel’s birthday.” Not that he wanted to be down stairs for that, Gabriel wasn’t exactly his favorite person in the world. The only reason he was, was because Sydney had asked him to be nice for once. He was suppose to not be nice. It was his job, but she just didn’t understand.
Feeling relief to know Adrian was joking, the color returned to his face. With them you never could be to sure about that sort of thing. In fact, Sen wouldn’t put it past several of the residents. Sydney’s darker half, for instance had suggested that she use his blood for painting, just the other day. He, of course, declined politely. Thinking for a moment, he put his thoughts together, “It’s her birthday, but it’s Halloween?” How ironic was that? The scariest chick he’d ever come into contact with was born on All Hollow’s Eve, well, it was better than being born on Devil’s night, which was the day before.
Adrian sighed, were people not aloud to be born on holidays or something? Everyone had to be born sometime and on a occasion it happened to be on a day set apart by a certain society. “And that makes a difference how?”
“Cake!” Amaya shouted, breaking up the conversation. Someone had to eat it and it was getting to hot to hold and so it was dropped on the coffee table. It was a slightly deformed looking cake, but that possibly was because of the melted black frosting that had dripped down the sides and that it was lopsided.
Cho glanced down, “Yeah, so when did we get a coffee table?” It hadn’t been there the day before.
“Um, I have no idea...” Amaya tried to remember, but came up blank. “Maybe I bought it when I was drunk?” When was there a time when she wasn’t drunk was a better question. Changing the subject before everyone began discussing her lack of sobriety, she commented, “So anyway, Gabriel, here’s you cake.”
Gabriel glanced down at it, “Obviously.” Picking up the cake and a fork she accidentally wondered aloud, “Hm, wonder how old I am this year.” That could take a moment to figure out and she didn’t feel like putting in the effort for the time being.
Sen stared at her, “You mean you don’t know?” She didn’t look to be much over the age of twenty. It couldn’t have been that difficult to come up with. Why did he even bother with it? It was pointless anyway. Realizing she wasn’t going to answer, he asked, “Yeah, so you gonna eat open presents of some sort or something?”
Gabriel along with everyone else looked at him like he was nuts. “You have to be joking, Pixie. None of these people like me. The wouldn’t even if they did.” Standing she muttered a small thanks for making her a cake and proceeded up to her room.
The remaining residents glanced at each other. That was harshly said, but true. “Time to get ready!” Amaya smiled. They only had a few hours before they were to leave for the night.
“Ready for what?” Sen questioned naively. He had yet to learn the customs of the strange bunch and was quite clueless.
Bouncing up and down Cho laughed, “To get ready for trick-or-treating, duh!” Looking down at her brightly colored, preppy clothing a look of horror came across her face, “I need to get ready! Now! See you peoples later!” Dashing up the stairs the others couldn’t help but wonder what she would wear. It was sure to be a dreaded sight.
Sen looked to Amaya, she would be the one most likely to explain without shunning him for his ignorance in the ways of the Hoshi. “You mean to say, you guys still trick-or-treat?” That was something five year olds did with their parents or an unfortunate older sibling which was forced to take them, not college students.
Amaya, who apparently was off in another world, didn’t answer, but Sydney did instead. “How else are we suppose to get food? We’re broke! Plus, it’s free! Don’t be a dumbass. Yeah, what she said!” For once she’d agreed with herself, which only made Sen more embarrassed. They were agreeing over his stupidity, though he wasn’t really stupid, just uncultured.
Amaya who was apparently back grabbed a sharpy, scribbled cat whiskers on her cheeks and took off her rainbow hued beanie where to black cat ears popped out. It was the one time when she didn’t have to hide her ears or tail in public. “I’m ready!” she said, pulling her tail out of hiding.
Taking note of Amaya’s lack of costume, Adrian muttered, “That’s it? You’re not even going to change your clothing or anything? That’s cheep.” What a dork. She looked exactly like she always did.
Picking up clothing she’d had laying on the couch, she showed him a scanty bathing suit with a leopard print. “Would it suit you better if I wore this?” That was plan b if no one liked her first outfit. It could be a bit cold to wear in the fall, though.
Adrian rubbed his tipples, that was horrible. If he were to see her in such an outfit he’d be forced to pry his eyes out..... with a spork. Picturing it already made him want to gag. He quickly began poking the center of his for head, gouging out his mental eye.
Knowing exactly what he was doing, Amaya snidely commented, “Yeah, so what are you going as smart ass?”
Pulling out a large gun from his leather jacket, he shrugged, “Hit man.” It was his favorite outfit and he’d been wearing it for the holiday as long as he could remember. Then again he wore it every day anyway, but still. His outfit kicked ass.
“Pssh, and you yell at me for not wearing a costume? That’s your general attire!” she growled. Adrian was horrible. She looked over to Sydney, who looked as though she had yet to put a costume on, “So what are you going as, Syd?”
“God.” she stated simply, lifting up on side of her hoodie. It revealed a name tag barring the text ‘Hello my name is God.’ She’d always wanted to be God. Nine out of ten voices in her head agreed.
“Right...” Amaya began. Perhaps this was why collage students should never trick-or-treat. Sen hadn’t even known that he was going to be going trick-or-treating so he’d probably not be wearing anything, unless they raided Gabriel’s closet for some sort of costume. She had several, though the idea of Sen not wearing anything wasn’t a bad one in the least. Gods, that was a perverted thought, she needed to stop going threw the files on Cho’s laptop. There was just way to many lemon fan fictions saved on it. “Se-” she began to ask what he was wearing, only to be cut off.
Cho bounced down the stairs, interrupting Amaya, “I’m a playboy bunny!!” She was wearing a pink veinal outfit with white faux fur trim and white bunny ears. Always getting a real costume, she knew the others never did. The prior year she had gone as a cheerleader. Halloween was just so much fun.
“Of course you are..” Amaya muttered, could she say anything without being interrupted. Now what she was saying before she was rudely was interrupted. “Okay, so.. Sen, are you going?” He’d better, unless he planned on starving to death until Thanksgiving. It was either that or his parents had to have given him a lot of money.
Sen honestly didn’t know. Apparently he didn’t need to wear a costume, but it just didn’t seem right not to. “I don’t really know.. Is Gabriel going?” Why the hell did he ask that? The woman was creepy. Though it wouldn’t be right if she didn’t go when everyone else did. Maybe she was going.
“Doubtful.” Amaya lied. Gabriel always went because it was her favorite holiday, but she wanted to see Sen’s reaction. His face faltered, in disappointment Aw, he had a crush on her. “So you going or not?” It didn’t take a whole lot of thought, yes or no.
“Yeah, sure.” Might as well, even if he didn’t have much of a sweet tooth. “But what should I wear?” It wasn’t likely that they had anything for him to wear, but maybe there was something he could pretend to be as well.
Everyone in the room had evil grins as Gabriel came up behind Sen, without his noticing and chloroformed him. Soon after he dropped to the floor. “Which one?” Gabriel asked, holding up several costumes, boredly.
“Yo, Sen!” Amaya yelled. “We’re leaving!” They’d just gotten him dressed and everyone was ready to go out the door. To aid Sen’s waking Adrian doused him with water. The earlier they started, the more candy they’d have and if they didn’t leave soon Amaya would gladly get a head start. Hearing a groan in response, she kicked the mass, “Wake up already!!!”
Sitting up abruptly, Sen blinked, “What did I miss?” He could of sworn he’d just been chloroformed, but that was just too weird. Thinking about it, that probably meant that he had been chloroformed.
“We got you ready.” Gabriel replied as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing an angel costume which consisted of a pair of large white feathery wings, a black dress that had ruffly see through short sleeve which were off the shoulders and see through material at the bottom, and a black silk corset. She loved the pure irony in it. An angel was so very unlike herself and it was strangely humorous to her. Besides, it was a good thing she had worn something, seeing that only two others were wearing actual costumes. Walking up to the group she then muttered, “Let’s get this over with.
Everyone agreed and grabbed pillow cases to fill with candy and walked out the door. As they did walk from door to door, receiving odd looks from the people handing out candy, Sen heard whistles every so often. He didn’t know what the hell they were cat calling at. Hearing one more from a teen that was leaned against a building, he glared, “What is your problem? I mean she may be pretty, but gods! Grow up!”
“What is your problem?” Gabriel growled harshly. What a stupid little idiot. He hadn’t even checked to see his costume. Not to mention his little outburst at the child’s cat call. All the other girls were farther up ahead and she wasn’t pretty. He must have an imaginary girlfriend or something like that. The poor guy was too stupid to know that she wasn’t real. Oh, well.
A light blush came across his cheeks, which he hoped she’d not see because of the darkness’s cover. “N-nothing.” They’d just been getting to him. No one had the right to be disrespectful like that to someone as elegant as Gabriel. A look of horror played his expression before he mentally slapped himself for thinking as such.
Gabriel shook his head. Sen wore all his emotions on his sleeves, which made no sense. He was setting himself up to be manipulated and fall if he always did that. People would chew him up and spit him out. “Yeah, whatever.” she muttered. Having places to go and people to see so she began walking down a dark alleyway.
“Where are you going?” Sen questioned, anxiously. It wasn’t good for a girl to be walking all alone at night, even if they were scary. As much hell as she had put him threw and as much more as she probably would, he couldn’t help but feel concerned for her well being.
Just before disappearing into a black obis she muttered, “To hell.” leaving Sen staring at where she had been. Slipping quickly in and out of shadows she quickly found what, or more who, she had been looking for. It was on of River’s little peons and soon to be her little massager boy. “Hello, Mr Dale. Remember me?” she asked, evilly ensnaring him in her grasp before whisking him away to a place no mortal could enter, one of the nonexistent places undead so often frequented. “No, no. You wouldn’t. My apologies. I was gone before you caught up.”
Mark Dale had been delivering a message for his boss Mr. River to a clientele when the demonic looking woman dressed as an angel had dragged him away to a place very foreign to him though he had been brought up in the same city. She had to be the same woman who had caused so much trouble when they were working on the cyborg case. “Y-your that woman aren’t you..?” he asked, his voice quivering. Not often had he found true reason to be afraid, but the red eyed creature made his skin crawl.
“There are a lot of women, but yes. I believe it to be true.” she muttered. Small chat had never been an enjoyable pastime of hers. Noticing Dale reaching into his pocket, she quicky removed it from his grasp. It wasn’t that she was that good, but that humans were too easy to defeat in any way. The boy looked stunned, he mustn’t have come in to contact with many of her kind. “Not so tough now, ne? Well, sorry to tell you, but your gun wouldn’t have done much anyway. Now would you like to live or revert back to more childish games and be killed in a most unpleasant way?”
Shocked by what had happened, he knew this had to have been on of the things Boss had always been muttering about. Dale had never believed a word of it, taking it to be the rantings of an old man, until now. “What d-do you want?” he asked. She wanted him for something and it was best to oblige to what she said.
“Don’t worry. Just give this to Rivers immediately and you’ll live to see another day.” she hissed, slipping an envelop into the massager’s hands. Leaving him in an abandoned alleyway she left him saying, “Oh, and mess up and I will shoot the messenger.” At least the night wasn’t a total waist of time. Her note simply said mess with one of her employs again and River would wish himself dead. There was no time for idiots like his bosses in her itinerary. Walking back home she was relived. Sleep seemed welcoming and everyone else seemed to have gotten the same idea because the lights were on. Walking in she almost had to suppress a laugh. Almost being the key word, though she really didn’t even have the need to. It was just what anyone else would do.
Sen was flailing around his arms wildly while ranting still wearing the khaki skort and a golden sequin tank top. “I’m a fucking drag queen! What kind of sick people are you?!” Noting Gabriel had appeared he came up to her. “Please tell me you didn’t have anything to do with it! Please?” he whined, she was more mature than that. She had to be!
“I provided the clothing.” She always had many articles of clothing on had due to the fact she had a major in clothing design. In fact the outfit he was wearing was made especially for him, though it looked to be for a woman. Plus he looked good in women’s clothing, really good. Gross, that was a fucked up thought.
Sen dropped his head in his hands, “Everyone’s in on it. It’s a bloody conspiracy!” Proceeding to spazz out, he continued, “This is insane! Everyone here’s insane! I’m in a fricken nut house! Omigods, I’m never going to live this down! It’s over, I’m finished! Goodby-....”
Gabriel sighed, he was only slightly annoying like getting one’s head cut off was only a little painful. “Could you just shut up?” she growled, her voice denoting her severe irritation. This had to be the reason she preferred to not associate with anyone. She’s never in all her existence had an experience with people that ended on a good note.
“Yes, ma’am.” he muttered shyly, making his way to his room to change. Feeling a blush come over his face, he smacked himself. He had to stop acting that way around that girl.