Fan Fiction ❯ Of Psychotic Benders, Non-Benders, and Sporks ❯ The Tallanther Grand Ball ( Chapter 12 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Damona 
The codfishes true name... and clumsiness... is revealed!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 07.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 150 | Status: Work In Progress
The codfishes true name... and clumsiness... is revealed!
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 07.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 150 | Status: Work In Progress
Nen: you... created me a masked stranger? WHAT THE HELL? HE WASN'T EVEN WEARING A MASK!
Nargul: How would you know, you couldn't even see him!
Nen: ... you still didn't specify how he was masked.
Damona: he was, er- masked by the darkness! Yes, that's it! -her and Nargul shake head vigorously-
Nen: riiiiight. For helping Nargul I shall now help her expose your true name, Hannikan! I AM YOUR FATHER! -Nar and Damona back away slowly, eyebrows raised-
Nargul: uh- Nen? You do realize that's not the line, right?
Nen: Yea, I just felt like saying that
Nargul: ok then. Ya' know, I've decided that having a dark side isn't too pleasant, so if we could just forget that little fiasco at the end of last chapter-
Damona: -laughs manically and does something which theater students sometimes refer to as 'milking the giant cow,' where the villain throws his or her head back, fists clenched and arms over head while commonly screeching something along the lines of MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! ha!- eah, eah, eah! Too late now, I can't exactly get rid of Shadow that easily.
Nargul: -whines and puts out lower lip- but you never said it hurt having a dark side...
Nen: Yes she did
0o0o Flashback 0o0o
Damona tells her fellow Marauders that it hurts having your dark side take over
0o0o End Flashback 0o0o
Nargul: it proves nothing, nothing I tell you, NOTTTTTHHHHHHIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!
Damona: right
Nen: Sure
Damona: and on with the story
Nargul: but I'm not finished whini- -cane shoots out from behind an expensive looking, red silk curtain and drags Nar off the stage-
Nen and Damona: -high five-
Nen: -still smiling- I'm still gonna tell them your true name, Ai-
Damona: -cuts her off- c'mon Nenith-
Nen: ok for that I'm really gonna tell them your name
Chapter 12: The Tallanther Grand Ball
Nen walked down a crowded street a few hours later, pulling the green cloak she had picked up at one of the stalls closer around her tanned shoulders. It did absolutely nothing to block out the surrounding snow.
“HIYAS, NENITHYS!” yelled a high-pitched child like voice. Nen looked around in alarm for a few seconds, then finally looked down to see Michael grinning up at her toothily. She rolled her bright green eyes, the color not unlike that of her new cloak, and kept on walking. After a few minutes of ignoring Michael, even as he continued to run into her clumsily, Nen snapped and grabbed him by his ragged collar, slamming him against the ice-carved wall of a shop. Even with snowflakes piling on top of her dark hair at an alarming rate, Michael knew better than to mess with the girl standing before him… most of the time. The goofy smile slipped away for a few seconds, automatically to be replaced by an irksome smirk. Nen’s eyes narrowed.
“What do you know.” Michael’s smirk widened.
“Why fair lady, I haven’t the slightest inclination of what you speak-”
“Is it about that creepy dude with the mask?” Nen asked, now eyeing Michael suspiciously. He laughed at her automatic paranoia, which, in this case, actually happened to be correct.
“He sent me to help you pick out a dress, seeing as since we’re all old school buddies, we know about your absolutely dreadful fashion sense-” Nen cursed something incomprehensible, dropping Michael and brushing her hands on her sides as if she had been holding something disgusting. Admittedly, she kind of- (A/N Damona: OW! You didn’t have to hit me! Nen: -smirks- but I wanted to, and you just made it so easy…)
Calling behind her shoulder in a fast-retreating voice, Nen yelled ,” The last thing I need right now is fashion advice from people who new Master!” Michael stood there for a few minutes, silently debating with himself whether or not to say something serious. With a sigh, he decided that for Nen’s sake, he should.
“But… Master Sensei wouldn’t have wanted you to bottle things up like this-” Nen stopped dead in her tracks, eyelids flared at the mention of her sensei, and slowly turned around to face Michael, marching up to him with a look of sheer determination on her face that contorted her normally delicate features. Though, she was pissed off enough that you couldn’t really tell she had delicate features on her dirt-covered and weather-worn face most the time.
“Never, ever mention that man to me,” Nen said, stopping inches away from Michael so that he could feel her ragged breath just barely grazing the top of his fore head, with a sneer on her face. Michael nodded with wide eyes as Nen stormed off.
A few minutes after Nen had walked off, Michael uttered the words he dare not say in the presence of Nenith, the crowd merely forcing a path around him in the frosty evening air: “You still have crappy fashion sense.”
0o0o
After walking home only to find they were locked out by the Marauders and Katara, Sokka, Josh, and Aang, attempted to pick the lock, only to find that a large glob of ABC gum had been crammed into the keyhole, and the door was barricaded anyways.
“DAMNIT!” Sokka yelled, pounding his fist at lightning speed on the door that somehow had ended up on a tent… to the muffled laughter of the occupants inside,” It doesn’t take two fucking hours to get ready for a damn dance!”
“It does for us!” Nargul exclaimed, the laughter getting louder. Josh sighed, to which Nargul instantly snapped,” THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU UNDERMINDING ME JOSH!” Josh paled and pushed a laughing Aang in front of him before answering.
“Yes m’am!”
Inside, Damona, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, made a whipping motion and noise. They all laughed, and Josh yelled,” I AM NOT WHIPPED!”
“YES YOU ARE!” Nargul screamed back at him, to which Josh whimpered and said something nobody could quite catch. Defeated, and not willing to end up like Josh just to get inside, the guys headed back to Michael’s hotel room to wait a few hours before getting ready.
In all reality, the girls weren’t actually getting ready. They were just sitting in their pajamas in different places (Nen in her corner) around the room, clutching bottles of alcohol and passing around bags of marshmallows and peanut butter.
Still giggling, Katara managed to shove about thirty mini marsh mallows in her mouth before chocking, which they all tried to beat before realizing they only had five minutes left to get ready and one small bathroom. Needless to say, when they were done getting ready the place was in ruins.
0o0o
All in tuxes, the guys waited near the bottom of a huge, curving staircase carved of marble. There was a thirty foot high ceiling with candle-burning chandeliers hanging from the top, casting an almost magical lighting on the people who seemed to float from the top of the stairs. There was also a sixty-foot snack bar laid out on an expensive looking oak table, which Sokka, Josh, and Aang had stocked up on profusely and were now holding the evidence piled up in their arms. Sokka had just finished his large pile and was about to go back for seconds when the announcer, who happened to be Michael (the ball was taking place in Nargul’s family home and Candy had chose the announcer) started calling off some from familiar names.
“And here comes our Majesty, Queen Nargul Doven-Clove, of Tallanther!” Michael squealed out in a delighted voice, waving both arms furiously and jumping up and down as Nar entered through the huge double doors; Nargul purposely looked away and pretended not to notice him. Josh gasped, not only because he had not known Nargul was queen, but because of how beautiful she looked. Nargul held her head high and carefully stepped down each marble stair, (ankles shaking horrendously in dark blue high heels) her dark red hair falling to her waist in hundreds of tiny braids with blue gems clinking together at the end of each one. She wore a dark blue, sleeveless, corseted dress with a handkerchief skirt that ended at her knees. At the end of the stairs she paused and looked around; when she saw Josh her face instantly brightened, and she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck.
“ACK! NAR! Chocking me here!” Nargul hugged on to unheard complaints, Josh turning a blue just the right shade to match her outfit. Meanwhile…
“Katara, of the South Pole!” Katara walked down gracefully in a light blue, tunic- like dress, a certain feline like quality to the way she walked even in two inch high heels. Her light brown hair fell in waves to the back of her thighs. Aang beamed and offered his arm to her when she reached the bottom.
“Lady Aidianna Damona Fairchild of the Fire Nation!” Sokka looked around wildly for a second on hearing someone’s middle name was the same as his girlfriends first… when Damona walked through the doors, rushing up to Michael and whispering something urgent in his ear. Michael beamed before continuing,” My mistake, Lady Aidianna Damona-” Damona shot him a death glare,” Lady Damona of Tallanther!” Apparently happy with this correction, Damona nodded and made her way down the stair case. Her raven black hair now fell a little past her ears in curls, long red ribbons twisted around several locks of it. Her dress was a floor-length black evening gown with a long red satin ribbon cribs-crossing over the torso. Half way down she tripped and tore one red spiked heel of her ankle and threw it down at Josh, who instantly fell unconscious when it hit him in the head. Nargul continued hugging him, apparently not noticing. Damona took the other one off (to use for self defense purposes once Josh woke up) and ran down the rest of the stairs before security could throw her out for taking to long.
Finally, smirking, Michael yelled out the last name on his list,” Nenith Anthonys of Mioushi!” For the first time, Nen was willingly seen in a dress. Michael winked at her and whispered as she passed him,” Nice choice…”
0o0o Flashback 0o0o
After Nen had walked a few blocks, Michael finally caught up to her ; she was on the ground in hysterics outside a small stall that sold dresses, surrounded by masses of pink puffy things.
“Michael… I’m scared!” Michael had helped her up with the same stupid smile he always wore, hallo held up by horns, and helped her over to a respectable dress shop where the owner knew him well. We don’t even want to know why he was well known in a dress shop.
0o0o End Flashback 0o0o
“Shut up!” Nen whispered menacingly, stepping on his foot and continuing to walk. Her dress was made of a beautiful flowing material
that ended at her calf’s; it had a low V-cut neck and was a gorgeous, rich crème color… that matched her eye mask perfectly. Her dark brown hair had been let down of its usual ponytail and fell to her shoulders in natural waves, and her lips, which now contrasted deeply with her deep green eyes, had been plastered in a respectable, bright red lipstick. Just as she reached the place on the staircase where Damona had tripped, a masked man (coughboycoughcough BUUUURRRRNNN!) swung from a vine out of nowhere and, swinging his arm around her waist, scooped her up into the air until he landed, ever so gracefully on the table that held the snack bar, his foot crashing through that area and a completely wasted double layer chocolate cake. Nen punched him and worked her way out of his grip, jumping down onto the ground.
Apparently not phased, ‘Codfish’ jerked his foot out of the splintered mass of wood and jumped down, stumbling a little a smirking. “I see you wore my mask!” He said triumphantly; Nen laughed despite herself.
“What the hell was up with that entrance?”
“Such language-”
“Oh, don’t you start talking like Michael now to!” Nen held up a fist threateningly and the masked stranger laughed.
“Well, now that you thoroughly embarrassed me, I think I deserve to know your name…”
The stranger made a bow and slipped his black hat of his head, and Nen was horrified and disturbed at the same time to see that he wore a fake plastic sword at his side. He slowly untied the mask and looked up at Nen with wide brown eyes and black hair; he had a mass of freckles sprinkled over his nose and cheeks. “I, milady… am Link.”
“Link?” Nen snorted. “What the hell were your parents drinking when they named you?” Link, aka Codfish, smiled and took her hand, leading her out on the dance floor now that people had stopped staring at them. Nar’s people had grown use to complete chaos when she visited.
In the background, Aang and Katara were dancing, and Nargul and Sokka were sitting on a couch, idly chatting, while Josh and Damona dueled with her shoes. Josh suddenly smirked, and threw Damona’s shoe on the ground to step on it.
Before answering, out of idiotic habit, Damona played a few notes on a harmonica she pulled from thin air and played a few notes. “Hey man, don’t step on my blue suede- er… I mean, damnit Josh, just get the hell off my shoe!” After a while of bickering, Sokka and Nargul finally just got up and led there significant others away by the hand.
0o0o
Out on the balcony, Josh got down on one knee in front of Nargul, who started squealing like a hamster (A/N Nar: I actually can speak hamster, ya know…) and finally ran over to the edge, leaning against the railing, and screamed,” I’M GETTING MARRIED!” Josh hastily got up and grabbed her around the shoulders, turning her around to face him.
“No.”
“No?”
“ No.” The look on Nargul’s pale face was a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
“Then why-”
“My knee hurt… but I did want to give you something…” Here Josh pulled out a small blue velvet case, and gently placed it in Nar’s hands. She opened it and started squealing again, because inside it was a beautiful, finely crafted gold chain with a delicate star with diamonds inset hanging on it. Leave it to Damona and Sokka to ruin it.
Still hugging Josh, Nargul looked up to see Damona and Sokka dragging out onto the balcony, what appeared to be, a piece of the snack bar cut out. Literally. They had taken a chainsaw and chopped off the end of the table.
“What the hell?!” Nargul asked in a calm enough voice, walking around the table.
“It’s for our own little get-together, so we can mercilessly interrogate- I mean, get to know, this Link guy Nen is now seeing,” Damona said to raised eyebrows, all except Sokka, who was stuffing his face with another double layer chocolate cake. There seemed to be quite a few of those. Just then, Nen led Link out by the hand near the balcony, and Damona and Nargul reached in and snatched them outside, tying them up to chairs.
0o0o
Nen: Sorry we didn’t update for so long, but Damona carelessly LEFT THE FUCKING STATE-
Damona: -rolls eyes- I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, remember? My mom just wanted to go on a road trip to St. Louis to look for houses…
Nargul: -sigh- let’s actually not infuriate Damona tonight, because she might be moving -fakes a tear-
Nen and Damona: -both roll eyes-
Damona:
gothmaniac- you’re right… there’s no way on God’s green earth that Shadow can ever possibly be sane… because she’s my alter ego! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!… thanks for reviewing! -smiles innocently-
Nen:
Teya- heh heh heh, I see our little scheme of drugging you worked! MWAHAHAHA-
Damona: hey! maniacal laughter is my thing, man!
Nen: …sorry…
Mora and Blaze- HI!
Nargul:
Everto Angelus- ha ha! I mean -cough- I’m very sorry to hear that- PLEASE DON’T SUE!- -hands her a number on a piece of paper- Dr. Michi is your only hope now… she’s actually helped a few of our readers! -beams like an idiot-
Damona:
AnimeLover45- something you should know… when Shadow’s happy, it’s never good-
Shadow; THAT’S RIGHT, BITCH, AND I’M-
Damona: DON’T CALL ME A BITCH YOU- you… CREEPY FIRE CHIC!
Shadow: Hey!
Nen: anyways…
Myst- although Nar and I argued against your… repeated request, Damona has annoyed the hell out of us enough that it will happen in the last chappie… which we’ve decided will be somewhere between fifteen and twenty…
Nargul:
Time and Fate- EIGHTY FUCKING NINE?! I mean- wow, that’s a lot… lol
Damona: So there it is! We’ve actually decided on the name to the sequel-
Nargul: Not like we’re actually telling you until chapter fifteen-
Nen: unless, of course, we meet our review quota before then! -bats eye lashes-
Damona Nen Nar: SO REVIEW DAMN- er… please!
Nargul: How would you know, you couldn't even see him!
Nen: ... you still didn't specify how he was masked.
Damona: he was, er- masked by the darkness! Yes, that's it! -her and Nargul shake head vigorously-
Nen: riiiiight. For helping Nargul I shall now help her expose your true name, Hannikan! I AM YOUR FATHER! -Nar and Damona back away slowly, eyebrows raised-
Nargul: uh- Nen? You do realize that's not the line, right?
Nen: Yea, I just felt like saying that
Nargul: ok then. Ya' know, I've decided that having a dark side isn't too pleasant, so if we could just forget that little fiasco at the end of last chapter-
Damona: -laughs manically and does something which theater students sometimes refer to as 'milking the giant cow,' where the villain throws his or her head back, fists clenched and arms over head while commonly screeching something along the lines of MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! ha!- eah, eah, eah! Too late now, I can't exactly get rid of Shadow that easily.
Nargul: -whines and puts out lower lip- but you never said it hurt having a dark side...
Nen: Yes she did
0o0o Flashback 0o0o
Damona tells her fellow Marauders that it hurts having your dark side take over
0o0o End Flashback 0o0o
Nargul: it proves nothing, nothing I tell you, NOTTTTTHHHHHHIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!
Damona: right
Nen: Sure
Damona: and on with the story
Nargul: but I'm not finished whini- -cane shoots out from behind an expensive looking, red silk curtain and drags Nar off the stage-
Nen and Damona: -high five-
Nen: -still smiling- I'm still gonna tell them your true name, Ai-
Damona: -cuts her off- c'mon Nenith-
Nen: ok for that I'm really gonna tell them your name
Chapter 12: The Tallanther Grand Ball
Nen walked down a crowded street a few hours later, pulling the green cloak she had picked up at one of the stalls closer around her tanned shoulders. It did absolutely nothing to block out the surrounding snow.
“HIYAS, NENITHYS!” yelled a high-pitched child like voice. Nen looked around in alarm for a few seconds, then finally looked down to see Michael grinning up at her toothily. She rolled her bright green eyes, the color not unlike that of her new cloak, and kept on walking. After a few minutes of ignoring Michael, even as he continued to run into her clumsily, Nen snapped and grabbed him by his ragged collar, slamming him against the ice-carved wall of a shop. Even with snowflakes piling on top of her dark hair at an alarming rate, Michael knew better than to mess with the girl standing before him… most of the time. The goofy smile slipped away for a few seconds, automatically to be replaced by an irksome smirk. Nen’s eyes narrowed.
“What do you know.” Michael’s smirk widened.
“Why fair lady, I haven’t the slightest inclination of what you speak-”
“Is it about that creepy dude with the mask?” Nen asked, now eyeing Michael suspiciously. He laughed at her automatic paranoia, which, in this case, actually happened to be correct.
“He sent me to help you pick out a dress, seeing as since we’re all old school buddies, we know about your absolutely dreadful fashion sense-” Nen cursed something incomprehensible, dropping Michael and brushing her hands on her sides as if she had been holding something disgusting. Admittedly, she kind of- (A/N Damona: OW! You didn’t have to hit me! Nen: -smirks- but I wanted to, and you just made it so easy…)
Calling behind her shoulder in a fast-retreating voice, Nen yelled ,” The last thing I need right now is fashion advice from people who new Master!” Michael stood there for a few minutes, silently debating with himself whether or not to say something serious. With a sigh, he decided that for Nen’s sake, he should.
“But… Master Sensei wouldn’t have wanted you to bottle things up like this-” Nen stopped dead in her tracks, eyelids flared at the mention of her sensei, and slowly turned around to face Michael, marching up to him with a look of sheer determination on her face that contorted her normally delicate features. Though, she was pissed off enough that you couldn’t really tell she had delicate features on her dirt-covered and weather-worn face most the time.
“Never, ever mention that man to me,” Nen said, stopping inches away from Michael so that he could feel her ragged breath just barely grazing the top of his fore head, with a sneer on her face. Michael nodded with wide eyes as Nen stormed off.
A few minutes after Nen had walked off, Michael uttered the words he dare not say in the presence of Nenith, the crowd merely forcing a path around him in the frosty evening air: “You still have crappy fashion sense.”
0o0o
After walking home only to find they were locked out by the Marauders and Katara, Sokka, Josh, and Aang, attempted to pick the lock, only to find that a large glob of ABC gum had been crammed into the keyhole, and the door was barricaded anyways.
“DAMNIT!” Sokka yelled, pounding his fist at lightning speed on the door that somehow had ended up on a tent… to the muffled laughter of the occupants inside,” It doesn’t take two fucking hours to get ready for a damn dance!”
“It does for us!” Nargul exclaimed, the laughter getting louder. Josh sighed, to which Nargul instantly snapped,” THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU UNDERMINDING ME JOSH!” Josh paled and pushed a laughing Aang in front of him before answering.
“Yes m’am!”
Inside, Damona, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, made a whipping motion and noise. They all laughed, and Josh yelled,” I AM NOT WHIPPED!”
“YES YOU ARE!” Nargul screamed back at him, to which Josh whimpered and said something nobody could quite catch. Defeated, and not willing to end up like Josh just to get inside, the guys headed back to Michael’s hotel room to wait a few hours before getting ready.
In all reality, the girls weren’t actually getting ready. They were just sitting in their pajamas in different places (Nen in her corner) around the room, clutching bottles of alcohol and passing around bags of marshmallows and peanut butter.
Still giggling, Katara managed to shove about thirty mini marsh mallows in her mouth before chocking, which they all tried to beat before realizing they only had five minutes left to get ready and one small bathroom. Needless to say, when they were done getting ready the place was in ruins.
0o0o
All in tuxes, the guys waited near the bottom of a huge, curving staircase carved of marble. There was a thirty foot high ceiling with candle-burning chandeliers hanging from the top, casting an almost magical lighting on the people who seemed to float from the top of the stairs. There was also a sixty-foot snack bar laid out on an expensive looking oak table, which Sokka, Josh, and Aang had stocked up on profusely and were now holding the evidence piled up in their arms. Sokka had just finished his large pile and was about to go back for seconds when the announcer, who happened to be Michael (the ball was taking place in Nargul’s family home and Candy had chose the announcer) started calling off some from familiar names.
“And here comes our Majesty, Queen Nargul Doven-Clove, of Tallanther!” Michael squealed out in a delighted voice, waving both arms furiously and jumping up and down as Nar entered through the huge double doors; Nargul purposely looked away and pretended not to notice him. Josh gasped, not only because he had not known Nargul was queen, but because of how beautiful she looked. Nargul held her head high and carefully stepped down each marble stair, (ankles shaking horrendously in dark blue high heels) her dark red hair falling to her waist in hundreds of tiny braids with blue gems clinking together at the end of each one. She wore a dark blue, sleeveless, corseted dress with a handkerchief skirt that ended at her knees. At the end of the stairs she paused and looked around; when she saw Josh her face instantly brightened, and she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck.
“ACK! NAR! Chocking me here!” Nargul hugged on to unheard complaints, Josh turning a blue just the right shade to match her outfit. Meanwhile…
“Katara, of the South Pole!” Katara walked down gracefully in a light blue, tunic- like dress, a certain feline like quality to the way she walked even in two inch high heels. Her light brown hair fell in waves to the back of her thighs. Aang beamed and offered his arm to her when she reached the bottom.
“Lady Aidianna Damona Fairchild of the Fire Nation!” Sokka looked around wildly for a second on hearing someone’s middle name was the same as his girlfriends first… when Damona walked through the doors, rushing up to Michael and whispering something urgent in his ear. Michael beamed before continuing,” My mistake, Lady Aidianna Damona-” Damona shot him a death glare,” Lady Damona of Tallanther!” Apparently happy with this correction, Damona nodded and made her way down the stair case. Her raven black hair now fell a little past her ears in curls, long red ribbons twisted around several locks of it. Her dress was a floor-length black evening gown with a long red satin ribbon cribs-crossing over the torso. Half way down she tripped and tore one red spiked heel of her ankle and threw it down at Josh, who instantly fell unconscious when it hit him in the head. Nargul continued hugging him, apparently not noticing. Damona took the other one off (to use for self defense purposes once Josh woke up) and ran down the rest of the stairs before security could throw her out for taking to long.
Finally, smirking, Michael yelled out the last name on his list,” Nenith Anthonys of Mioushi!” For the first time, Nen was willingly seen in a dress. Michael winked at her and whispered as she passed him,” Nice choice…”
0o0o Flashback 0o0o
After Nen had walked a few blocks, Michael finally caught up to her ; she was on the ground in hysterics outside a small stall that sold dresses, surrounded by masses of pink puffy things.
“Michael… I’m scared!” Michael had helped her up with the same stupid smile he always wore, hallo held up by horns, and helped her over to a respectable dress shop where the owner knew him well. We don’t even want to know why he was well known in a dress shop.
0o0o End Flashback 0o0o
“Shut up!” Nen whispered menacingly, stepping on his foot and continuing to walk. Her dress was made of a beautiful flowing material
that ended at her calf’s; it had a low V-cut neck and was a gorgeous, rich crème color… that matched her eye mask perfectly. Her dark brown hair had been let down of its usual ponytail and fell to her shoulders in natural waves, and her lips, which now contrasted deeply with her deep green eyes, had been plastered in a respectable, bright red lipstick. Just as she reached the place on the staircase where Damona had tripped, a masked man (coughboycoughcough BUUUURRRRNNN!) swung from a vine out of nowhere and, swinging his arm around her waist, scooped her up into the air until he landed, ever so gracefully on the table that held the snack bar, his foot crashing through that area and a completely wasted double layer chocolate cake. Nen punched him and worked her way out of his grip, jumping down onto the ground.
Apparently not phased, ‘Codfish’ jerked his foot out of the splintered mass of wood and jumped down, stumbling a little a smirking. “I see you wore my mask!” He said triumphantly; Nen laughed despite herself.
“What the hell was up with that entrance?”
“Such language-”
“Oh, don’t you start talking like Michael now to!” Nen held up a fist threateningly and the masked stranger laughed.
“Well, now that you thoroughly embarrassed me, I think I deserve to know your name…”
The stranger made a bow and slipped his black hat of his head, and Nen was horrified and disturbed at the same time to see that he wore a fake plastic sword at his side. He slowly untied the mask and looked up at Nen with wide brown eyes and black hair; he had a mass of freckles sprinkled over his nose and cheeks. “I, milady… am Link.”
“Link?” Nen snorted. “What the hell were your parents drinking when they named you?” Link, aka Codfish, smiled and took her hand, leading her out on the dance floor now that people had stopped staring at them. Nar’s people had grown use to complete chaos when she visited.
In the background, Aang and Katara were dancing, and Nargul and Sokka were sitting on a couch, idly chatting, while Josh and Damona dueled with her shoes. Josh suddenly smirked, and threw Damona’s shoe on the ground to step on it.
Before answering, out of idiotic habit, Damona played a few notes on a harmonica she pulled from thin air and played a few notes. “Hey man, don’t step on my blue suede- er… I mean, damnit Josh, just get the hell off my shoe!” After a while of bickering, Sokka and Nargul finally just got up and led there significant others away by the hand.
0o0o
Out on the balcony, Josh got down on one knee in front of Nargul, who started squealing like a hamster (A/N Nar: I actually can speak hamster, ya know…) and finally ran over to the edge, leaning against the railing, and screamed,” I’M GETTING MARRIED!” Josh hastily got up and grabbed her around the shoulders, turning her around to face him.
“No.”
“No?”
“ No.” The look on Nargul’s pale face was a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
“Then why-”
“My knee hurt… but I did want to give you something…” Here Josh pulled out a small blue velvet case, and gently placed it in Nar’s hands. She opened it and started squealing again, because inside it was a beautiful, finely crafted gold chain with a delicate star with diamonds inset hanging on it. Leave it to Damona and Sokka to ruin it.
Still hugging Josh, Nargul looked up to see Damona and Sokka dragging out onto the balcony, what appeared to be, a piece of the snack bar cut out. Literally. They had taken a chainsaw and chopped off the end of the table.
“What the hell?!” Nargul asked in a calm enough voice, walking around the table.
“It’s for our own little get-together, so we can mercilessly interrogate- I mean, get to know, this Link guy Nen is now seeing,” Damona said to raised eyebrows, all except Sokka, who was stuffing his face with another double layer chocolate cake. There seemed to be quite a few of those. Just then, Nen led Link out by the hand near the balcony, and Damona and Nargul reached in and snatched them outside, tying them up to chairs.
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Nen: Sorry we didn’t update for so long, but Damona carelessly LEFT THE FUCKING STATE-
Damona: -rolls eyes- I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, remember? My mom just wanted to go on a road trip to St. Louis to look for houses…
Nargul: -sigh- let’s actually not infuriate Damona tonight, because she might be moving -fakes a tear-
Nen and Damona: -both roll eyes-
Damona:
gothmaniac- you’re right… there’s no way on God’s green earth that Shadow can ever possibly be sane… because she’s my alter ego! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!… thanks for reviewing! -smiles innocently-
Nen:
Teya- heh heh heh, I see our little scheme of drugging you worked! MWAHAHAHA-
Damona: hey! maniacal laughter is my thing, man!
Nen: …sorry…
Mora and Blaze- HI!
Nargul:
Everto Angelus- ha ha! I mean -cough- I’m very sorry to hear that- PLEASE DON’T SUE!- -hands her a number on a piece of paper- Dr. Michi is your only hope now… she’s actually helped a few of our readers! -beams like an idiot-
Damona:
AnimeLover45- something you should know… when Shadow’s happy, it’s never good-
Shadow; THAT’S RIGHT, BITCH, AND I’M-
Damona: DON’T CALL ME A BITCH YOU- you… CREEPY FIRE CHIC!
Shadow: Hey!
Nen: anyways…
Myst- although Nar and I argued against your… repeated request, Damona has annoyed the hell out of us enough that it will happen in the last chappie… which we’ve decided will be somewhere between fifteen and twenty…
Nargul:
Time and Fate- EIGHTY FUCKING NINE?! I mean- wow, that’s a lot… lol
Damona: So there it is! We’ve actually decided on the name to the sequel-
Nargul: Not like we’re actually telling you until chapter fifteen-
Nen: unless, of course, we meet our review quota before then! -bats eye lashes-
Damona Nen Nar: SO REVIEW DAMN- er… please!