Aeyra

LOL, off-topic much? XD

BTW, I'm making places up. I'm not taking the time to research here. **********"Krev, you okay?" murmured Brise, squeezing the older boy's hand with adoring concern in her frown. "I'm fine. Just... surprised, that's all. I always knew I got into that Organization somehow, just needed to figure out exactly how," he replied casually, keeping all emotion out of his voice. John ignored them, continuing onto his next story. "Brise, Brise, Brise, how about you next?" She opened her mouth to protest, but he paid her no heed. "You were an orphan at an orphanage the Organization raided. Maria's Orphanage for Young Children in Colorado. Denver. Would you recall the names Mrs. Penfer and Ms. Byer?" "Doesn't ring a bell. I don't remember an orphanage at all," answered Brise, eyes shut, squeezing Krev's hand tight as she tried to remember. She'd always been imagining her past, glorious princess-like visions, of course, once she'd reached fourteen, she'd given them up, but an orphanage was still a bit dull. So dull apparently, that she couldn't conjure a single memory. "I figured that would be the case. The memory flash was much more effective once they got to you- and it's been so long, there's probably nothing left that's salvageable." John shrugged it off as if he were telling someone the time. "Oh well, come tell me if there's anything you remember." Brise nodded nervously, cringing in Krev's protective shadow. "Next up, Chaos." "I don't really get the point if we won't remember anything anyways," snarled Chaos, uttering the first word he had in days, his voice soft and raspy. "Don't bother telling me." "Don't be silly, Chaos!" John gave a grin that annoyed Chaos to the very core. "We won't leave you out of the festivities." Chaos opened his mouth to speak- most likely growl- but Nero stopped him, whispering something like 'just let him say what he wants to say', making Chaos clamp his jaws together reluctantly. "The Organization has an eye on every child in the nation- any child they can steal without raising too much suspicion and has enough skill to be useful is a potential target. You went to a public school in Georgia, and-" Even John cringed. "They kidnapped you. But, you won't be able to see your parents. They were murdered." "Knew it," muttered Chaos, as vapidly as stone. "Pointless, just as I said." "Nero, you know I don't have to tell you your story. It was never wiped from your memory- it's always been there, hasn't it?" Nero shifted uncomfortably, fear shining bright in his eyes. "Most people would have seen you as crazy and locked you away forever, but they took you in. As an heir no less." "Please, stop talking," said Nero, putting his hands over his ears. "I've tried so hard to keep it from coming back, don't make it come back now!" "Well, I guess that is a story you'll have to tell people yourself, isn't it?" Nero gave the man a death glare. "You have to let it out sometime. Better out than in." ************ I'm still trying to figure out Nero's past (specific details), so nobody write it in, okay? He's probably not going to tell us yet, and it's pretty private. He joined the Organization at a much younger age, around five. But I'll reveal details later when I think of them...

Then I shall write! ***** Nero narrowed his eyes. He'd heard of this man before, how could he forget? His appearance was also familiar- that wide smile, mousy brown hair, and marine-colored eyes to top it off. He was supposed to be their next target, the one to kill after those 'meddling kids' as the little group was referred to (Nero couldn't help but snigger as he recalled days watching the cartoon show), but Nero hadn't really taken the time to divulge it yet. Oh well, no need to tell someone you were planning to murder them before you're introduced. "Have you?" asked Aeyra dubiously, eyeing John's cheerful smile with uncertainty. The strange jolt of happiness seemed so strange... Like a bolt of lightning out of a clear sky. Weird. "Of course! We've heard stories about all of you! Especially him." He jerked his head in Nero's direction. "Future boss of the whole syndicate, eh? Impressive, impressive, but I'm very happy you decided to jump ship. Makes things loads easier for us." He gave the blond boy a wink. Nero fidgeted uneasily. "Future boss?" repeated Chelsea skeptically, trying to wrap her head around the meaning of the words. "Nero, really? And you never told us?" Nero darkly muttered a sentence containing 'didn't seem important' and 'doesn't matter', but there were a few curse words uttered in such a low tone they were impossible to hear. He cleared his throat, speaking louder. "You didn't ask. They didn't know either." At second glance, Aeyra noticed Krev and Brise did look quite shocked, and even Chaos in his moody state seemed slightly surprised. "I didn't want to tell you because I knew this was the kind of reaction I'd get!" "We're not mad or anything," assured Brise, patting the slightly grumpy Nero on the shoulder with the concern of a caring sister. "Just taken aback, is all. Not that we ever doubted your skills," she added hastily, catching Nero's death glare. "Now, now, Nero, no need to maim anyone else," laughed John heartily, a cunning glint in the corners of his eyes. "I expect you're all here to get help from us, correct?" There were bated breaths and nods from around the room. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but if we were in any shape to retaliate, we'd have done so long ago." Now there were collective groans. "But never fear, I have some interesting tidbits to share." "Like what?" inquired Krev, obviously bored already. Brise rolled her eyes affectionately- he would be bored. "How about your pasts?" Four pairs of ears perked up. ****** It doesn't take a genius to figure out which four. If you're planning on writing next, I'd suggest that they didn't join the Organization until at least around the age of 10- a memory erasing prototype was probably developed by them. Good night!

Thanks! Who's writing next? I'm not writing three times in a row.

Yeah, I know, but right now my head is filled with fluff so you'll have to forgive me. I'm more of the tiny details person here than the one who advances the plot... Although any plot I have seems to be Nero or Chaos centric. Character development and all that junk. But once we get to the FBI, what do we do? Gather up an army? *thinks* Brilliant plan! (at least I hope it is) I'll just write a quickie here... ***** In the hours past the second random sniper incident, everybody had been on edge. In other words, they were two inches away from falling over the stupid edge. Chaos was almost unscathed- he'd only needed a couple of bandages. Nero had eliminates any possible threats in a matter of seconds once his best friend had been taken down. However, Chaos hadn't spoken a word since his unexplained collapse, and it was decided to just let him be. It was early in the morning now, very early in the morning. Nero had eagerly volunteered to keep an eye on their surroundings- wouldn't want a third sniper attack to take them by complete surprise- and now he was the only one awake. Good. He didn't want his plans exposed yet. The Internet was a very nice thing, he thought to himself, taking out his laptop and laying it on his knees, carefully balancing it with one hand while the other grabbed his cup of mocha. And the Organization happened to have a very convenient way of communicating to all it's members... Through private messaging. Nero knew exactly how the system worked- you could force members below you to show any possibly incriminating PMs, but you weren't allowed to do so to anyone higher. He was the administator of the site- it was unhackable, and it probably wasn't the smartest move to reveal that one of the Organization's trump cards had betrayed them. Nero quickly pulled up a list of all the members younger than twenty-one, sending out one big PM to them all. The younger members were the vast majority of the Organization, the backbone so to speak, and this kind of message was one that had been unspoken through the years, though it was obviously existent right below the surface. Nero called for a mass rebellion. ********** How was the idea? I figured we needed the army, and I got the idea from Maximum Ride.

Yeah... I'm not going to even try to summarize it... Too long for me to. I tried looking at it from the beginning again, and then I was wondering how Pyre freaking out over people seeing her read DC turned into this action thriller type story. Once again, I blame Moho. And thanks for the kind words everyone! I simply love writing about the four! And there's something just irresistible about Krev and Brise together... And I simply can't stop writing about Nero or Chaos and Laela. This morning I was actually trying to write, but my brother came, I never had a chance to post it, and it wouldnt work anymore anyways. But it was ChaosXLaela involving a conversation about cherry blossoms... It was a flashback for when we enter DC. (as in the capitol of the US)

I read the Draco Trilogy by Cassandra Clair, a HP fanfic that has higher quality than most books. In fact, Cassandra Clair is now a published author, but I haven't had the chance to take out her books yet. (of course once I'm actually interested all THREE happen to be out, of course.) I think they're called The City of Ash, The City of Bones, and something else. Not sure though. If someone has read Cassandra Clare's (her published author name) works, please tell me if they're good or not. Though if they're anything like the Draco Trilogy, I'm sure they're amazing. (Draco Veritas= AWESOMENESS. Never have I read through a 1480 page book so fast. )

I think Nero would realize he probably has a tracker imbedded in his flesh... *personally finds this the most reasonable explanation* And I think if Pyre and Tsukiko came back they'd notice the ring of snipers and would hide... Whatever. I'll just write. ******* Nero smartly pulled a small handgun out of his pocket, knowing his miniscule weapon would be enough to deal with the amateur snipers. Why amateur? Because Nero had already found the bus's weak spot. As armored as the thing seemed, as impenetrable, as invincible, everything had it's Achilles Heel. He didn't bother mentioning it because there wouldn't be a way to fix it without possibly asphyxiating them all, but he had noticed the slightest gap between door and the bus itself. Tiny, but if aimed at correctly, could rip open a larger hole and eventually lead to destruction. Sure one could pump oxygen in but it would be too unsafe to depend on it. If it ever ran out and it was impossible to refill... He'd rather be shot in the head. Nope, he knew that hole had been left there on purpose, with vacuum-like tendencies as to suck in enough air. But the snipers simply didn't have his intelligence, or his intuition, or his aim. Nero swiftly dodged a bullet, relishing the rush of air as it brushed back a strand of his hair. Close, but not close enough. You weren't a good aim unless you hit your target. Weaving back and forth, cursing the pale blond locks that fell into his emerald green eyes, he drew his gun, caressing the smooth metal barrel with a stroke of his fingertip as he undid the safety. Closing his eye as if winking, his mouth curved into a frown and he took one shot at his shooter's head. He didn't even have to look back to know his victim was dead- Nero didn't miss. Ever. *********** Meanwhile, Brise and Krev were fighting right alongside together, having mutual feelings of trust that came from years of teamwork and experience. Brise was light in her feet, and from a simple flutter of her fingers against Krev's, she could signal to the boy where to step to avoid oncoming missiles, and he in turn, handled the heavy firepower- grenades- while she held a delicate looking pistol. Well, not so delicate looking if it was aimed right at the bridge of your nose. To them, the fighting was like a dance, they swayed together, like partners, depending on each other to do their part right, lest terrible fates await them. And they always performed well, flawlessly, as if they had rehearsed the moment countless times over, the careful twirling of their feet, the swift leaps, the synchronized, arrogant flicks of their hair as the sweat ticked down the strands. Neither dared voice their deep bond, fearing injuring Chaos with his burdensome memories, but their actions spoke louder than their words. Already it was as if they were one individual being- waltzing in gunfire and bloodlust. ******* Chaos fought alone, a powerful rifle in his hands as he took aim almost lazily, with a pompous air similar to that of a spoiled prince. He couldn't help but remember the moments he had spent on battlefields with Laela by his side, her presence alone giving him the courage and resolve to fight, for her life as well as his own. Her hair swishing through the air, reminding him of the wavy movement of snakes, catching the light and reflecting it in shades of golden-brown and bright caramel. The disgusted determination in her blue eyes, the ones that could burn with hot passion as well as freeze him to the bone with cold apathy. The eyes he had watched the light fade from, cool rain drops merging with her warm tears of pain and love, showing him more than words could ever say. He shook his head, distracted, trying to clear away the memories, happy and painful at the same time, like someone filling his heart with immeasurable joy while at the same time twisting a knife into it. By letting him see her clear as crystal, hear her laugh like tinkling bells, holding her just out of his reach, a cruel reminder that she was dead, that she'd never come back. Death. Something he'd never really come to terms with. To him, death was a robber, stealing lives as if they were gold, gleefully collecting them as people mourned their deceased loved ones. But now he could see that he was death, he was the wretched god wreaking his havoc on others, choosing who would live and who would die, able to decide at whim. Suddenly, he felt sick. The rifle fell from his hands. What if these people were someone else's Laela? Someone who another person would cry for, mourn and grieve, who would hunt him down as surely as he wanted to hunt down Mark. He couldn't do it- he knew the pain. He knew that Laela had been killed by the order of the Organization, and that these snipers were the Organization's just as much as Mark had been. The revelation however was enough to bring him to his knees, to bring burning tears to his eyes. Something like an arrow pierced his shoulder. He closed his eyes. In the distance, he heard someone call his name. ***** The caller is Nero for all concerned... And Chaos should be fine, just more disheveled than usual for the next few days, but somehow I don't think he'll be lashing out as much for the next few days either. Nobody kill Chaos, I adore him too much to even stand the thought of killing him. Even if he sacrifices himself. That ending is much too cliche and personally, he should keep living. But, that aside, how was my writing? Good? Bad? Lay it on me.

Happy belated B-day!

O.O I only have time on weekends and Mondays... Possibly Tuesdays though... And It took forever to just draw Laela and her hair... Sheesh, who would have thought coloring like that dA tutorial would have been such a hassle? *sigh* It'll be finished eventually... Meanwhile, I'll be reading a DraMione fic if anyone needs me.

I'm not finished with them yet. To be honest, I get distracted by the internet much to easily. So yesterday during the powerout, I took advantage of the no-internet in order to finish Laela... Because seriously, I've had the basic outline finished for over a week now. I just don't have the... persistence to finish.

Thanks, KKLT! ^^

Happy Birthday! Great job with the drawing!

I finished drawing the Laela part of the picture. BTW, this isn't the background I'll be using for the final piece.

Be Nero(or Draco Malfoy) and DRINK COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD LOL.

No, I'm out of that. I'm talking about DraMione, like, the awesomest pairing ever? XD I love DraMione, I draw it, watch all the AMVs (listen to them about... 12 waking hours a day), read fanfics, go on fanfic reading marathons, read the books only to read parts that hint at DraMione (Yule Ball anyone?), read essays on it, and basically love it with all my might. Off-topic, but I'm ShinRan as far as DC goes. And HeiShin... I like it, but really, it's only because I hate HeiKazu so much. As soon as Sera appears more, I'll ship HeiSera for the heck of it.

XD To tell you the truth, sometimes I feel if I write it any shorter, I won't get the point across. :3 It just... flows out. Weird actually, since I'm not really that into ShinRan right now. I can't remember the last time I read/wrote a fic about them... ... *shrugs* Whatever.

Thanks everyone! Though to be honest coloring is a lot easier than drawing... It just takes patience.

Well, I decided I was too lazy to draw something (even though I already drew the outline of an original piece...) from scratch for Hakuba's B-day, so I decided to color something instead. It's from the High School Detective Koshien scene. I'm posting it early in case Irene knocks out my electricity (and therefore my internet) for the next few days. Hope you like it.

I see... But as a pre-warning, there are basically only Starbucks in the US. *nods* When are we crossing the border anyways? *confused*

... ... ... It feels like I have to answer that question for everyone. HeiWa=HeijixKazuha, the English translation for the Japanese abbreviation. The one couple I loathe beyond all. For reasons, explore the pages of this topic. Ignore the posts I made about liking HeiWa because I hate it now in favor of ANYTHING. (I'd rather HeijixSera for the love of god...)