Aeyra

Yup. Is anyone writing?

That was quick. XD (with the comment) I didn't know you read my stories. :3(or at least, I forgot...)

Update... After a long, long time. *meh* Chapter 2 I'll have to leave Hattori-kun in Edogawa-kun's care it seems...thought Vermouth, watching Heiji running in front of a large mirror, trying to figure out which one of his new outfits he liked best. She smiled; it wasn't often that her actions actually brought joy. If it weren't for the fact that it would be much too dangerous, she would have actually considered keeping him with her. "Ellery-kun," she called, motioning him over with her long pointer finger. "I've managed to enroll you into school; but I have instructions for you that need to be followed." "What are they, Vermouth-neesan?" asked Heiji innocently, deciding the light green sweatshirt he had on was the best. "I'll drop you off at school, but you won't see me again later, Ellery-kun," she started casually, hoping the boy would take this in the same, easy manner as with everything else. "Why? Being with Vermouth-neesan is fun! And I don't really know anyone else," he whined, taking a baseball cap from a pile of clothes and sticking it on his head. "Why can't I come back?" I wonder how many years he really lost... 10 years is probably a good estimate, but it could differ depending on the person. Perhaps right now he's only four or five? That might explain why it's been so simple to manipulate him. All I had to do was call him by a random name and he basically flew with it. She snickered as she remembered how she'd created the name- if Edogawa Conan was the pairing of mystery writers, then perhaps Heiji could follow the same style. She decided on the name 'Ellery' from 'Ellery Queen', something just as queer as 'Conan'. For his surname she selected a Japanese writer, Matsumoto /fill in the blank/. This way, Conan would have absolutely no doubts about Heiji's identity when she would drop him off at Teitan Elementary. "Ellery-kun," she crooned, bending down and placing her hands on his small shoulders, staring into his bright jade eyes. "Just be a good boy and do what I say. I promise that the person who takes you home will be just as fun as me." She took a notepad from the table behind her and scribbled something on the top page, using English to ensure that it only Conan and Ai could understand. As long as Heiji- no Ellery- didn't hand it to the teacher, the secrets would stay safe. "When you go to class, give this to a boy named Edogawa Conan-kun when there's as few people around as possible. But make sure you give it to him." Ellery took the note, scrutinizingly analyzing it before declaring, "I can't read this." "But Edogawa-kun can. Ask him to tell you what it means when you meet him." She glanced at the clock- 9:00 AM. They would be late, but he could still attend school today. "Okay," he replied, drawing the word out so it almost sounded like a question. "Have you packed up your things, Ellery-kun?" Vermouth motioned to the various articles of clothing strewn all over the brown leather sofa. "You might want to keep these things- I'll put them at the bottom of your bag for you." "Thanks, Vermouth-neesan. Ne, why are you doing all these nice things for me even though I just met you today?" So he at least noticed that much... I wonder why he hasn't asked about the past yet. "Because I care, that's why," she answered, giving him a warm smile. "We should be getting to school now, Ellery-kun." She grabbed a pair of sunglasses on the way out of her apartment as well as putting her hair up in a ponytail. It would be hard to recognize her at just a passing glance, and it would help keeping Ellery from being discovered by the Organization if some member happened to see her on the street. Driving her Porsche to the school was way too noticeable- someone would wonder why such a fancy car was in front of a public school. A taxi would also be strange- hardly anyone took a taxi to school. Vermouth decided on walking, holding Ellery's hand tightly. While it might just have been her paranoia, one couldn't be too careful about the syndicate- its members were everywhere. The school was a ten minutes from the apartment, and Vermouth had Ellery repeat over and over what he was supposed to do once he entered the classroom. He answered perfectly the very first time, word for word as Vermouth herself said it, causing her to give a tiny jolt of surprise. The boy had a perfect memory of what had been told to him- at least a perfect memory of what he understood. She wondered for a moment if she should tell him his true identity, but figured it'd just confuse him and maybe bring unprecedented trouble if he revealed it in public. "Here we are, Ellery-kun," she said, letting go of his hand, the tiny caramel fingers sliding out of her grasp. "Have a good day at school, okay?" Ellery frowned, a sad expression falling over his face before a weak smile replaced it. "Bye bye, Vermouth-neesan!" "Good bye, Ellery-kun." Good luck, Hattori Heiji-kun... ************************ Class was boring. Just like usual. How many times did you need to teach a single character of kanji for kids to get it? Edogawa Conan sat at his desk, leaning against the back of his chair, watching everyone else doing the assignment he'd already completed. It was definitely one of his bad days. His eyes were red and he had barely gotten any sleep the night before. After he realized Heiji was gone, he'd cried for hours on end-something he'd never admit doing even under the threat of death- going to sleep and waking up right before he'd be late to school. Despite the fact Ai said it wasn't necessary to go, he knew that it'd be better than lying in a bed all day. Even if time seemed to move slower than a slug during school, at least it could distract his mind the tiniest bit. He'd have to do work and he'd have to keep a facade of crankiness, not the full-blown depression he was sinking into. The full-blown depression he wanted to sink into. Anything would be better than pretending to just be bored, when inside he was suffering the pain of having sent his best friend to his death. Heiji was dead; he was certainly, most definitely dead. Unless he was being held as a hostage or something. But he would still die anyways. And it would be his fault. He had invited Heiji over to help him investigate, didn't search when for his friend, didn't realize Heiji was missing until he came home and saw that Heiji wasn't in his futon where he wasn't supposed to be. What kind of friendship was that? He felt his pencil crack under his stiffening fingers, but didn't care. It was just a pencil, nothing more. Ai cast him a sympathetic glance, while a few of his younger classmates stared at him with curiosity. That was what caused Conan to give a small 'heh heh', putting up his Poker Face once more. Ai nudged him on the shoulder. "Kudo-kun, you just have to survive today. Don't show that anything's wrong, you have to try at least," she whispered, not looking up from her completed paper. On most days, Kobayashi-sensei would have collected them, but she currently wasn't in the classroom. That reminded Conan- where was the teacher anyways? He swiveled his around to the left, then to the right, and then vaguely remembered Kobayashi-sensei announcing something before heading to the office. "Haibara, what did Kobayashi-sensei say when she left?" he asked, voice vapid. "She said there was a new student and she was going to pick him up from the office," sighed Ai, leaning back in her chair and stretching. "She didn't give his name before you ask." Conan nodded numbly, before copying Ai's movements and struggling to relax a little bit. "A new student. If only-" He bit his lip, tasting the salty, metallic tang of blood in his mouth. "Kudo-kun, don't get your hopes up," said Ai sadly, giving a small shake of her head. "Just because the last two new students in this class happened to be poisoned teenager doesn't mean the third will. You'll have to learn to let it go, please. It makes everything easier. I promise." But it doesn't erase the guilt in the end… Ai recalled the memory of learning of her sister's death, and the reason behind it. She'd been crushed, and she still wasn't fully healed. However, she was happy, and her sister's memory was no longer the greatest thing in her life. "I know it will. But he just left yesterday, Haibara. Nobody else knows where he is, we can't tell anybody, and he'll just have disappeared off the face of the earth as far as anybody's concerned. At least I could convince everybody I left to go solve some inexistent murder, but Hattori- he won't be to tell anybody anything. Because of me." The raw grief was apparent at the edge of his voice, and he had to swallow down the choking grip in his throat. "And I have to pretend nothing happened. I have to pretend that I don't know that he's dead, that he's not coming back, that I'm just as clueless as the next person to where he is. If I could just change last night-" He closed his eyes, fighting back tears. If he could change last night, he'd do it at all costs… At that moment, he heard a pair of footsteps from outside the door, and it registered that Kobayashi-sensei had probably returned with the new student. He wished it would be Heiji, but knew the chances of that was so slim, it wasn't even worth counting. Better not to even hope. To dream. To even imagine the possibility. The door creaked as it opened, and Kobayashi-sensei walked in with a small boy who shyly clutched her hand. He held a pale yellow hat in his fingers, SAX logo written on the front, his skin the color of cinnamon. His huge emerald eyes stared anxiously at the class, filled with uncertainty. Conan's mouth gaped open with shock, as Ai gasped beside him. The boy was none other than the 'dead' Hattori Heiji.

Begin strategizing your own battle plans. Write a reaction to our... disappearance. We didn't even leave a note, remember? That would be interesting. With the battle plans, you need to figure out something good quickly. Otherwise you're just sitting ducks...

I try to only write when it hasn't been updated in a while... And I don't like writing other people as much because I'm afraid I'll write them OOC. <-greatest pet peeve. I'll back off if other people write, and I'll try to bring them all back, but Nero has to recruit all of those other young Organization members.

Thanks... I just slept for 12 hours... O.o

********* "So, how much did you guys steal again?" asked Krev dubiously, taking a stack of multi-value dollars from Nero's palm, the golden-haired boy sporting a wicked grin. "This one thing right has to be five thousand at least." "We took twenty-five thousand approximately," said Nero, mischievous smile only widening. "They won't miss it either- the security didn't even notice Chaos and me, and I fixed their computers to accommodate for their unfortunate loss. But it'll be put to good use." Nero approached a nearby ATM next to the empty ticket booth, taking out a screw driver. "Getting a credit card from this'll be a lot easier," he explained, pressing buttons at light speed and inserting the money as if there was no tomorrow. "I'll make... fo- I mean five of them," he added hastily, looking in Aeyra's direction. So far the younger girl had been quiet, not having said a single word since they departed. Nero still felt a pang of annoyance at her tagging along, but it truly was better that they could watch over her instead of her struggling through the country to follow their tracks. He felt more responsible, and a little more forgiving since Aeyra, as Nyx, had been a part of the group before, and had done quite well for such a new member. He wondered if he should encourage her to switch back to the Organization given name- it would help her forget the guilt that came with her decision. That's a choice she should make herself... he thought firmly, buying five tickets for a train to Miami. They other group wouldn't find them- the Organzation team hadn't had trackers on them in the first place, and he'd removed Aeyra's. It was 5:00AM now, and the train to Atlanta, Georgia was only five minutes to arrival time. From Atlanta, they'd head straight to Miami. But there was something Chaos didn't get. "Nero, there's another train leaving four hours from now, and we'd still get to Florida in time for your appointment- you switched it to tomorrow morning, right? Why the he'll did we wake up so early?" "More time at the beach, unwind, get an iced coffee or ten," he answered mildly, a laugh at the edge of his tone. "Miami is a great place! We're taking the fastest trains, and we'll be able to play on the sand. I've always wanted to." His eyes glimmered wistfully. "I've never been to a beach. You guys wouldn't remember if you did either," he said the other Organization team members. "Aeyra, what's the beach like?" Pausing, she deliberated before answering, uncomfortable with being put in the spotlight. "In Miami, the water sparkles, throwing off the white hot light of the sun, and the sand feels like it could burn off your feet. The waves arent big, but the currents are strong. The skies are a beautiful blue, and there are fish swimming in the ocean if you look hard enough." She hesitated, chuckling as if at a private joke. "But you know the best beach, South Beach?" Nero nodded, all his attention focused on the description. "It's topless I'm pretty sure. Women included." Aeyra gave a small smile. Nero's mouth gaped open, and he snorted. "As a teenage boy, I feel it is my duty to immediately say 'we're definitely going'!" His shoulders shook from mirth. "What do you think, Chaos?" "I don't remember where the duties of teenage boys are posted, and besides, I thought you were a rebel, Nero. Rules were made to be broken," scolded Chaos playfully. "And banks are meant to be broken into, but nobody ever agrees with me," sighed Nero, melodramatic frown on his face. "All that money in one concentrated area, it's like begging to be taken." "It's wrong, according to the usual code of ethics. "Thou shalt not steal" and all that other stuff," said Aeyra, watching Nero's one man show with amusement. A whoosh of air blew her hair across her face, and she had to spit out a few dark brown tendrils before announcing, "Train's here." ****** So tired... Thank god it's the weekend.

You stole my animal!!! XD

@Wildheart: No, but my brain was dead. Half-asleep+Tons of homework=crappy writing. Also, reading a long argument would be boring, and I really didnt feel like writing one. XD

City of Bones by Cassandra Clare. Found it at the school library. One word to describe it. AMAZING.

************* Nero gently tapped Chaos and Krev on the shoulder, stifling a yawn as he woke up the two peacefully sleeping boys. The clock on the nightside table read 3:00AM, the red numbers glowing luminously against the darkness. Chaos stretched luxuriously, much like a cat, blinking, then blinking again, wondering where the hell the sun was. In his drowsy state, he contemplated the possibility of it blowing up some time in the night. And then he realized it was still night, and Nero had just robbed him if sleep time. While Chaos wasn't an oversleeper, his short sleeping hours were definitely precious to him. A few feet away, Nero stood grinning, teeth reflecting the crimson light, and Chaos immediately rose to hit him in the abdomen, causing Nero to stumble back into Krev, who had risen from the other bed. "That was for waking me up," growled Chaos softly, the grumbling in his throat like a hearty purr- though it was anything but happy. "Why the he'll did you wake me up?" "You know how I said I had an appointment 'nearby' a few days ago?" asked Nero, watching Chaos nod and hearing Krev's mummur of agreement. "I lied. My appointment is in Miami tonight. And we're going to take the train." "We're leaving, aren't we?" leered Chaos gleefully, eager to reduce the number of people he had to deal with down to three again. "Good. This has gotten sickening. But give us a warning, sheesh. I'm sleeping on the train, just by the way." "Leaving?" mused Krev thoughtfully, though his tone was amicable. "Sure. Let's do it. Should I get Brise?" "We'll all go. No point in otherwise," shrugged Nero, opening the door to the girl's room. "Good thing we're all dressed. And that we don't have luggage. But as for money, I'll be kind enough to leave them with the card." "What about us?" protested Chaos quietly, not wanting to wake someone. "It'll be fine," assured Nero. "I'll just rob a bank on the way there, no biggie." "By yourself?" Chaos raised his golden eyebrows skeptically. "Do I look like I need help? It's east really. They'd never even know I got in." ************** Aeyra was having a restless night, unable to relax as she pondered her choices. As much as she loathed to admit it, she was attracted to the power of the Organization like a moth to a lamp. She knew she didn't stand a chance of beating the Organization where she was- the only success possible would be extending their lives by a few months or so. But Chaos and Nero, well, they could do it. They were strong, determined, intelligent, and brilliant. They could win. They had definitely been discussing leaving, discussing the annoyingness of being stuck with their group, of not being listened to. They had always been the stars of their own show, and now they were being treated like bit players. It was a demotion they wouldn't stand for. But the problem was Aeyra wanted to go with them, leave, and she felt terrible about it. These were her friends, she trusted them, and most important in the guilt factor, they trusted her. And she wanted to abandon it to join a posse of teenagers she hardly knew. Well, she knew them, their names, their personalities, but she wasn't one of them. She was torn. The door creaked, and she turned to the noise, wondering which perverted boy was trying to take a peek at the sleeping girls. Nero crept in first, followed by Chaos and Krev, and they walked up to the bed beside her, the bed belonging to Brise. "Wake up, Brise," whispered Krev, leaning down so he could whisper directly into her ear. "We're leaving." He gave her a gentle shake. "Come on, wake up!" "Whatimisit?" muttered Brise, words coming out in a jumbled mess, "Three o'clock, but rise and shine anyways. Nero has to get to Miami, and we have to go with him," explained Krev. Aeyra listened intently from the side. "Fine," mumbled Brise, extending had arm and allowing Krev to pull her into a sitting position. She stood up, yawning. "Get me breakfast though, 'Kay?" "Okay, we're leaving," murmured Nero, walking towards the doorway. Aeyra froze. It was now or never. She knew that she'd probably regret not at least trying to go for eternity if she didn't ask. Slinking off of her mattress, she nervously stepping towards the now watching foursome. "I want to come with you," she stated, quietly but clearly. "Please let me. I'll listen to everything you say, and I won't argue. Just let me go with you." "... You'd leave your friends? To follow us who-knows-where?" asked Nero sarcastically. "Stay, you might live longer." "But lifespan doesn't matter unless you can achieve something. I'd rather live fourteen years, bring down the Organization and perhaps die in the proccess than live one hundred running like a mouse from a cat. And here, I can't do much more than run or hide." Aeyra's chesnut brown eyes blazed even in the darkness, fiery with her desire. She wanted to join, they had to accept her. She spoke the truth, every word. "I don't want to waste my life. I'd like to do something with it." "Something tells me you'd follow us even without us saying yes," observed Chaos, examining Aeyra up and down. "Don't blame me when you get killed." "Is that a yes?" asked Aeyra, tingly with excitement and doubt. "Better her with us than behind us. And it's wrong to knock out a girl," sighed Nero, clenching and unclenching his fist. "Though I want to." "Thank you," murmured Aeyra, trully grateful. "This means a lot to me." "No problem," said Brise kindly, herding the younger girl into their midst. "No regrets though, got it?" "Got it." But Aeyra still couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt pass her as they left for the train. ********** Dun, dun, duuuuuunnnnnn! How was it? :3

I've done that like- once... I thought Shimizu Hikaru (I think that's the name) was asking if anyone wanted to volunteer for the job. Oh, and if possible, ask her to change the title. It's too long. I don't know to what, but the title almost drove me away. Only you (Chelsea) saying it was good cconvinced me to read any of it. I want a beta reader for my HP story... But no one volunteers...

Before you say anything, I'm not a fan of giant robots. The manga has less. Thank god. (hated the giant robots. I don't care that Suzaku operates one though. :3 Cuz he's SUZAKU!!!)

Dear Anonymous, Having to memorize things word for word is not fair for quizzes. It simply isn't. (because then I can't get hundreds... ) ~ Aeyra

I don't watch anime. I only watched so much Hetalia because I was at a sleepover. I have no time, and I've tried, believe me. I left after seeing the art. The manga is prettier. And I think it's better. I'm the kind of person who always likes reading better!!! (unless it's a crappy book like Percy Jackson! The movie was so much better!!!!) I've never even watched all the anime of Death Note.

The FBI?!?!?! O.o LOLZ. Sorry... I've got sixty seconds. Gotta go! :3

I'll read it once I have time.

Oh... My intention for them was to follow them out... It's awkward for them to just stay in that empty room... But she never said he stayed either, or followed them out. I just noticed Brise is too overly helpful in that... She's kind (compared to the other three), and while she would inform, she wouldn't say it out loud. Same family loyalty thing I mentioned earlier.

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! SUZAKU IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!!!!!! D: He's awesome, he wants to change the world the right way, has a suicidal streak, is awesome, is cute :3(especially dressed as a cat), is awesome, is very athletic, is awesome, looked so cute with Eulphie, and is the greatest character in CG for me. I haven't watched the anime (I tried. I gave up at five minutes. It was different from the manga!!! D:) and I've only read up to Ch. 17 of the manga because that's all there is online. AND BORDERS DIDN'T HAVE IT WHEN I WENT!!! And my best friend is always nagging me to watch it... Her fav character is Lelouch... Kind of funny. I <3 Light Yagami (DeathNote), but I'm not too big a fan of Lelouch. And they're essentially the same character. It all comes down to reasoning though... Light wanted to save the world from evil by killing criminals, but Lelouch wanted to kill off the Brittanian Empire... So in essence, I think Lelouch is evil, but Light isn't. (well, he is, but not that evil...) But Suzaku is the greatest. He's the only reason I really want to keep reading. Because he's epic. (Lelouch is too evil, Kallen annoys me, CC was kind of weird, Nunally ended up looking stupid after I read 'Nightmare of Nunally', and everyone else is meh.) So, all in all... ... SUZAKU FTW!!!!

Nero and Chaos walked back into the main room afterwards(they followed KKLT out). That's where Krev and Brise were.

He knows teamwork. He just doesn't lime working with people who disagree with him. He doesn't like our code of morals. *shrugs* I think he's going to leave. It's weird, but Nero and Chaos feel so alive in my head. I just listen to what they say and write it down really. XD I'm not even joking... So I feel weird when someone writes them OOC... because the Nero and Chaos start complaining. But they sleep most of the time, except when I'm reading/writing here. Funny, huh?