Aeyra

No. Laela is dead, period. She's a martyr. Nothing more, nothing less. Tsuki, how did Iram obtain Laela's memories in the first place? :is confused: Or are they all just fake? (like, 'recreated'?) I think I somewhat get what you're trying to say though. Obtain memories and play them through a different person. Though how you get that person to have flashbacks is beyond me. Because flashbacks are not normal. They just make stories easier to explain. :frazzled: I'd do some research on flashbacks and how to make them happen, but I'm on an iTouch. I can't believe I'm still so damn tired after 11 hours of sleep... And I have to go to my brother's stupid soccer game. Dang it!

Chelsea: Mark was executed, but we didn't know for certain. We heard news of his 'impending' execution in NYC, and ran off to NJ. I believe I wrote mini ChaosXLaela scene somewhere, and Nero's past has been revealed. When he was little, his parents were slaughtered, and he killed the people who murdered them with a knife. (at age five.) He doesn't like to sleep because the fear and the terror of what he did still haunts him, and he ended up breaking down, but only Chaos saw and heard it. Oh, and @Tsukiko, what are your plans for your flashbacks? I need to know so I'll be able to incorporate hints in my writing. But please don't make Laela's part too big. She's only a martyr. She's not meant to have a role at all really. She just was, that's all. And BTW, Pyre, nice. Ran back to NYC, didn't you? XD I believe you'll be found soon enough.... And now I shall write! ************** "You're not helping?" repeated Aeyra numbly, feeling as if she'd received a hard blow to the stomach. "But we need your help!" "Our point exactly," answered Nero emotionlessly, flicking his hand of an annoying particle of dust. "We're your power. We're your strength. And we're not wasting our time on something as stupid as tracking down a girl that decided to leave voluntarily. Simple as that." "At least give us your tracker," commanded KKLT, fingers outstretched towards Nero, face barely concealing the rage she felt behind it. "We are going to track down Pyre whether you like it or not." "I wouldn't dream of keeping it from you." Nero placed the disk in KKLT's palm. "Have fun throwing yourself into danger and wasting your time." "Who's closest to her then?" asked Chaos, looking tall and menacing compared to the others, glowering down with a threateningly, startling blue gaze. "You'd be stupid to send the whole team. Two is more than enough- ideal even." "I'll go," answered KKLT, not backing up from Chaos's unspoken challenge. "And I'll take Misaki with me. Aeyra- I hope you don't mind." She spared a glance for the younger girl beside her. "No, not at all!" assured Aeyra as calmly as she could, holding her hands up. "I don't really know Pyre all that well. You two know her better, and you're both really skilled in case of attack." "You should leave now," advised Nero, eyeing the alarm clock on the nightstand. "She's in New York City, and if you get a train now, you'll be able to get a hotel and find her in the morning." "Why the morning?" protested KKLT, unable to keep from ignoring Nero's infuriating tips and comments. "Because if she's staying somewhere, you'd be breaking and entering, and attracting unnecessary attention. Do you have the cash I gave you?" KKLT drew ten crisp one hundred dollar bills out of her pocket. Nero was amazing at hacking ATMs. "You'll be able to have a great dinner tonight." "Are you guys staying here?" KKLT looked at them curiously. "I have a- whatchamacallit- an appointment with a few important people in a few days near here," said Nero, smiling. "I'd like to stay here- it's a good place, secluded, low-profile, and there's a convenience store two blocks away. We have a kitchen, and Aeyra says she's skilled at making instant ramen." "That doesn't take skill!" chuckled KKLT, trying not to laugh as Aeyra's cheeks tinged the slightest shade of pink due to embarrassment. "You just boil water and dump in noodles." "No, you have to time it so the noodles cook while the water is warming up, add in eggs while it's boiling, add spice and frozen peas, and serve the moment you think the egg white is cooked. It's not as easy as it sounds," pouted Aeyra grumpily. "Then I'm leaving," said KKLT, leaving the three as she opened the other door. "I'll won't come back until we find Pyre. You can bet on it." ******* While writing the second half, I started to lose the ability to form coherent sentences. I've underslept for all four schooldays so far... Only a perfectionist attitude keeps these sentences pretty. Standard 'how was ir' and good night!

Where did you leave off? I don't want to write a summary that starts summarizing events way after you last read.

Welcome to DCW! Home of DC lovers! XD Hope you like your stay here!

Because I feel bad having so many unfinished stories on my page...

But none of them have updated for a while... I didn't lime the Shinichi niichan one. I'll keep it up I guess... But I'm deleting Magician's Daughter after posting an author's note. I'll leave it up for a week and then i shall click delete. I have an English essay already... But I'm 90% done already.

Screw it, I HATE my stupid iTouch. It just deleted my post, WTH?!?! Okay, deep breaths Amy, *breathes*, okay, I'm better. But Tsuki, Pyre's missing you know... We would be in panic, not in um, immediate depression. You're right about Chaos being happy though. But I think he has the right to it and so much more. In Chaos's case, murder could have been justified... (I'll twist your words.) BTW, can you tell me the point of your flashbacks? Laela was a character I intended to just be in Chaos's dreams, and just be a reason he wants vengeance. Her purpose is to be a martyr. And it's hard to know how to write reactions and plot when I have no idea what your intention is... *************** There was something missing. Someone to be specific. Aeyra could feel it like a cold chill seeping slowly through her body- she did a swift head count. And another, and another. Not everybody was accounted for. Another check. It was Pyre. Not wanting to stir up unnecessary panic, she asked KKLT, Nero, and Chaos to come talk to her as everybody slumped moodily in the motel room, stepping into the adjacent room, where nobody cuttently was because they had all wanted to stick together- only for the day. "Pyre's missing," said Aeyra in a hushed tone, causing Nero to lift one eyebrow, KKLT to gasp, and Chaos to simply look more bored. "We have to go find her!" replied KKLT, determinately heading back for the other room. "It's the girl's own fault if something bad happened to her," yawned Chaos, unconcerned. "She didn't want to stick with us and left. If she gets killed, it's her fault." "Don't say-" Aeyra's angry outburst was stopped by Nero, who sighed. "I knew they'd come in handy, I just knew they would," he grumbled, pulling out a small device out of his pocket, and at the press of a button, it unfurled into a disk-like screen. "Unknown to any of you, I put trackers on you guys while you were sleeping in case something like this happens. Don't yell at me, I knew what I was doing. You guys tend to overdo the unimportant things and underdo the important things. Luckily, you have me and Chaos." Chaos twitched uncomfortably. "She's here. She's roaming the city. She tried to get into the jail, but she left it. Only three people or less should go." "You and Chaos again?" asked KKLT disbelievingly, looking at Nero contemptuously. "You guys can't just-" "We can, but that's not what I wanted. The three of you closest to um- Pyre will have to bring her back. You could take her back with words. Chaos and I would have to resort to brute force if it came to the worst. And besides, I agree with Chaos. Why waste time trying to find someone who obviously left of her own free will?" "Because- because she's our friend," answered Aeyra hesistantly. Pyre probably had left of her own accord again, and in a way, Nero and Chaos were right that it would waste time. But what time? They had plenty of it. However, going out into the open was dangerous... "And because she's important." "Listen, I'm not bragging or trying to put any of you down, but us four, us Organization four, make up over 90% of this group's strength. We've grown up together, fighting, surviving, strategizing, and you guys never did any of it before this whole shinanagan happened. We could lose most of you, and in terms of power, we'd hardly be affected. Aeyra, Chelsea, and Misaki learned a little, but it was less than a week. That can't come close to a lifetime." Nero raised his chin haughtily. "Chaos, I think you'll agree when I say us four will take no part in this waste-of-time rescue mission." "Agreed," confirmed Chaos, blue eyes glinting. "We're on your team, but we're fighting on our own terms. We feel no connection to any of you. We could care less if one of you died. Look at what Brise and Krev are doing, they're reading books with each other like normal. They're not letting this get in their daily relaxing routine. We're different. And we're not helping." ******** Their true feelings revealed!!! I feel like I'm writing myself OOC... I have Slytherin ways, and I'll go with whatever benefits me most. But I don't want to sound like a jerk... ... *meh*

You could edit your posts... I only double posted so others could see something was added because DCW IRL? wasnt touched for about 12-ish hours or something.

I wonder if given the choice, such people would change their sexual orientation. I mean, sure they didn't choose it, but it's a part of them. It's a defining quality as much as anything else in their lives. I think it's regretful that such 'traits' are usually kept secret out of fear of being bullied and isolated. Such fears shouldn't exist. They shouldn't have to worry that they'll be ridiculed and treated like they were less than any of us- it's simply not fair. We have no right to judge who they are and their preferences as we could never truly understand. But we can at least try to understand and accept it. Personally, I feel we shouldn't all just reject gays/lesbians. All it shows is narrow-mindedness.

How are you going to teach vocab? I know a fair bit of Chinese, but people who don't know Chinese would need a word by word explanation. I deleted the Chinese keyboard from my itouch so I can't type the characters right now, but you should explain the words themselves. Helpful starts are 'wo', 'ni', 'hao' (XD), 'de' 'ming' 'zi' 'shi'... Because otherwise, they don't know which word means what.

My theory is Atsushi=boss.

I see.... I think you should finish it though. You'll probably like the feeling of accomplishment that comes from successfully finishing a long fic. (I still have to get that feeling... :V) I'm concentrating on three stories right now. I think I should delete a few stories... Magician's Daughter, and that Shinichi-niichan crap.

:3 I like anything with adorable MitsuAi. It's too rare, and as a fan, I must grab at every possible story I can get my hands on. XD

I apologize for the double post, but this is the quickest for you guys to realize I've written something... *********** It'd been a long time since Chaos had had to use his excellent voice-mimicking skills, but here he was, wearing the bugs, trying his best to sound like Nero as he carried out the mission. Nero was still by the bushes, himself admitting it wasn't okay to let himself break into the building- if he accidentally killed someone in his current mental state, it would very likely cause him to shatter. Nero could already see enough blood on his hands- he didn't need more. Occasionally Chaos had to grunt things to himself, acting out a usual playful banter between him and his best friend, making sure to keep any hint of pity or tension out of his voice. Nero had enthusiastically volunteered (more like forced his way in and kicked everybody else out) for the jib, and now Chaos had to act all bubbly and happy. If there was anything more difficult, someone had to explain what. He broke into the building easily, thankful to have a reason to stop his ceaseless chatter, carefully sneaking through hallways and avoiding guards. And getting into the security room, knocking out everybody, and essentially hi-jacking the system. He decided to be an over-achiever and turned off the Internet, and the electricity while he was at it. The jail immediately darkened, but emergency power still allowed everything to be visible. Chaos slipped out, hearing panic from both prisoners and guards alike. His next stop was the archives. They weren't too hard to find- he'd been in buildings like this enough times that he could guess where everything was- bathrooms, closets, cells, office, etc. He took out a miniature flashlight and grasped it firmly between his teeth, searching through the files until he arrived at the section with Mark. He quickly read it over, elation and a sick joy spreading over him. Mark was dead. He'd been executed just a few days prior. This was the truth, he could feel it. He almost skipped out of the building, the inky blackness and confusion giving him the perfect amount of cover needed for a clean escape. He then remembered the bug, and had to stop himself from happily announcing, "Guess what? That bastard Mark is dead." Instead, he said, "Mark is dead. He was executed a few days ago. ************* Aeyra dropped her iTouch, and it clattered onto the pavement below as it grew silent- Mark dead, there was no way. Even Aeyra, who'd given up hope the moment Nero announced his suspicion, could not help but stand in shock, trying to figure out what emotion to feature next. Mark was dead. Gone. And no rescue mission could get him back from heaven or hell, whichever one he ended up in. ***************** Chaos approached his friend slowly, taking in Nero's curled, defensive position, head in his knees, not crying, but motionless, still grieving in his own Nero-ish way. "Buddy, turn them off, will you?" asked Chaos gently, motioning to the bugs. Nero looked up, blinking reddened green eyes, nodding as he muttered, "Deactivate." He then resumed his miming of a ball, while Chaos relaxed next to him. "Nero... Mark's dead," said Chaos emotionlessly, wondering if the other blond boy even cared. "He was executed, just like you said." "I'm always right, never doubt that," rasped Nero in a scratchy voice, the laughing undertone making Chaos's worry lessen a bit. "Chaos... While our problems aren't the same, do you know how to handle them? I've suppressed it all these years, and now it's springing back at full-force, and I don't know what to do. Now after saying that to you, I can't close my eyes, because I see blood everywhere, and I see my mom laying on the floor. How do you see Laela in your dreams?" Chaos hesitated, taking a minute before answering. "In the beginning, all I could dream about was that night, her head in my arms, the fading light in her eyes, and her gentle good-bye whisper in my ear. But now, we're separated by a glass wall, one that divides the living and the dead. I'm so close to her, so close that I could taste her breath, but the only part of her I have is how she looks. I can't hear what she's saying, can't touch her, can't cross that damn barrier. It's getting better though, it's getting less painful, but I know I'll always dream of Laela." Chaos looked over and Nero, and saw the green-eyed boy giving the smallest of smiles. "So maybe one day I won't be so frightened. Every time I dream, I'm only five again, and I feel the fear. But at the same time, I'm fifteen, and I can feel the full weight of what I've done. If it had been anyone but the Organization, I'd have been locked up in an asylum. I'll survive knowing they'll affect me less and less." The side of Nero's mouth twitched. "Or I could just drink coffee to keep from sleeping." "Don't," advised Chaos, sympathy in his eyes. "The faster you confront it, the less difficult it is. It's only so bad now because you've never faced your problems head-on." "So no coffee?" "No coffee," Chaos confirmed. "Dammit." ********** How was it? *yawns* So tired..

OMG it's freaking adorable!!!!!! I loved the storyline! Your English is pretty good, some typos and grammar errors here and there, but they didn't take away from the feeling of the story. However, spacing out the lines would make it all easier to read.

Ho boy, I can already see all the reviews going 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' LOLZ. I kind of forget what happened in your story, sorry about that... I even forget what happened in the chapter i betaed for you... I'm going to definitely finish MSK one way or another though. Chapter 48 is coming out... Saturday, Sunday at the latest! (sorry, JustaL... We turned your story into a posting zone...)

Wow.. I didn't think she'd seriously run away... She's done that way too many times already... I would write, but I'm in school right now. It's lunch time right now.

Atsushi was a scientist... ... ... *coughs* If I were Gosho Aoyama, then: Shinichi and Ran would be a hell lot more angsty, and I'd actually have Shinichi crying from time to time. Ai would be trying her absolute hardest to win over Conan, eventually giving up and the DB give her "kiddie help" with how to get over love. Eventual MitsuAi. Kazuha would be killed in some horrible murder because she's a character that makes me want to rip my hair out! Heiji solves the murder while mourning, eventually coming to realize he loved Kazuha, but was not in love with her. He then finds some worthy female (SERA!!!) that helps him get over Kazuha's death and finally I can stop tearing my hair out. I'd include Kaitou Kid in more plot-related scenarios, such as a mass shooting suddenly taking place at a Kid heist, Conan chasing after a wounded Kid and helps him by taking him to Agasa's after some of Kaito's persuasive abilities. ("It was your black Organization." Conan: *gasp* OMG really?! Not that dumb... But the same idea.) Because Saguru is awesome, he manages to locate Kaito and join the team of Gosho Boys. XD Eventual really close best friends Saguru Kaito with hints of HakuKai. The downfall of the Org. would start with the capture and perhaps killing of Bourbon, and tumble with help from Vermouth. There is a tense moment of truth when Ran confronts Shinichi in the hospital, teary-eyed because Shinichi was on the brink-of-death after the final battle, and has a mild grasp of the events that happened. Shinichi explains them in detail, includes an apology and cheesy shoujo-style lines of love, and they kiss. Plotline is tied up neatly, and yeah. I could never do fillers... Not on purpose at least. Everything I do must be related to the plot! XD

Welcome to DCW!!! This a fun place where insanity appears to be celebrated. :I'm a bit less insane than the rest, so you can count on me to be reasonably laid back unless I really get passionate about something: (AKA 2,700 word rant/rage on ShinRan in my battle versus Kyuu to prove our couple the greatest. XD) I, like Chelsea, am a writer as well, and my pen name is the same as my username. I'm not too popular of an author, but oh well. *shrugs* Oh, just as a note about IdentityUnknown, a bunch of us call her Pyre. (and I'm the proud creator of that nickname! ) She goes by a ton of other names too, like IU and kaichou and pipi-chan, so don't get confused when you see those names around the forum.

Unless the manga continues for ten more years and they both become senior college students. XD It might have a Fruits Basket ending, a child asking about his grandparents. But I hope they'll have a boy and name him Conan... Or Yuuichi. (I'm Already There FTW!) I agree with Sayomi, since romantic angst would be kind of boring in this kind of manga.

Thanks for the encouragement! I think I have low self-confidence in my writing because the more times I read it over, the dumber it sounds... Or if I take a three-Monty break in my writing and then look back, I think it's pretty good because I don't remember writing it. Strange, huh?