Thursday, March 23, 2006

And now, our story.
I meant to post yesterday, but I lost internet tuesday night for some reason.

Episode #147 Chapter 14, part 3 Reunion part 2 Aisha: *grunt* I can’t breathe. Justin: (holding her tight) I’m sorry. *kiss* I was just so scared. I thought I’d lost you. Aisha: (pushes him away) Where the hell were you?! And why do you stink? Justin: Hey, I just woke up in an alley about 3 three hours ago! What were you doing in a place like that? Aisha: I.... I woke up there. Justin: ..... Do you even remember how we got here? Aisha: No. The last thing I remember was waking up Thursday morning. Justin: (looks at his watch) 0.0 *gasp* Aisha. It’s the 10th! Aisha: *gasp* Monday?! But that means... Justin: Our wedding is in five days! Aisha: But.... what the heck happened to the weekend?! Justin: I don’t know. Like you, I can’t remember anything after Thursday morning either. There’s something really strange about all this. Aisha: Well what do we do? We’re in the middle of nowhere, with no memory of how we got here or the last three days, there’s less than a week before our wedding, and I’m stuck in this whore’s outfit! Justin: Actually, I think it looks good on you. Aisha: What?! Justin: I mean... it’s a nice kimono. I didn’t mean that you looked like... Aisha: Shut up. Justin: ...... *lightbulb* Wait. Maybe we have a lead. Aisha: Nya? Justin: (gets up) Stay here. Aisha: Where are you going? Justin: To get some answers. --Sweet Dreems (the brothel)-- --manager’s office-- Manager: (holding an ice-pack to his face) Ahh. What a day this is. (the lights go off) Manager: Huh? What’s going on? (feels something sticking into his back) ???: Don’t move. Manager: 0.0 Aah! ???: And don’t scream either, or you’ll have a new place to keep spare change. Manager: Wh-wh-what do you want? Justin: (sticking his fingers into his back and disguising his voice, he is an actor after all) Information. I ask you a question, you give me an answer. That C’tarl girl that was here earlier. Where did you get her? Manager: T-t-two men... came by last night. They sold her to me. Justin: Who? Manager: (starts sweating) I... I-I don’t know. I’d never seen them before. Justin: What’d they look like? Manager: I couldn’t get a good look at their faces. But they were wearing dark suits. Justin: What kinda suits? Manager: Space suits. I... that’s all I remember. Justin: Dark suits? That’s all you’ve got? (presses his fingers into him harder) You better come up with something better. (makes a gun cocking sound with his mouth) Manager: (he buys it, sweats more) I swear! I swear that’s all I know! Justin: Grrrrr. Manager: Wait! Wait, there was a symbol... on their suits. Justin: What symbol? Manager: A.... a..... a swan. A black swan. That’s all. I swear. Justin: A black swan. Hmm... Manager: Am.... am I in trouble? Justin: ...... No pal. (takes his fingers away) Hopefully your troubles are over. (points at the light switch) “click” Manager: Huh? (looks behind him, there’s no-one there) ...... (wipes his forehead) I need a vacation. Justin: (outside the brothel, looking at his finger) Heh. Wasn’t even loaded. (starts walking back) A black swan... Aisha: Justin! (runs up to him) I did some asking around. We’re at Ambrose Spaceport. About 25 million light-years from Earth. Justin: 25 million?! Aisha: What’d you find out? Justin: The guys that sold you to the brothel were two men in dark space suits embossed with a black swan. Aisha: A black swan? That’s it?! Justin: Well, it’s a start, isn’t it? Aisha: So now what? Justin: We ask. He said those guys dropped you off just yesterday. They couldn’t have gone far. 5 hours later... Justin and Aisha: (at a table in a bar) Aisha: Nothing! No-one’s seen anybody with a black swan on their suit! He had to be giving you bull. I say we go back to that slime ball and this time I do the interrogating. Justin: .... What’s the point? Aisha: What? Justin: If he was “BS”ing, then we’re back to where we started. One clue is better than none at all. I’m sure we’ll find something. Aisha: That’s what you said two hours ago. Face it Justin. Your “clue” is crap. Justin: I thought you were dead! Aisha: 0.0 Nya? Justin: I didn’t even know you were here. For all I knew, you could’ve been back on Earth or half-way back to C’tarl-c’tarl. But did I stop looking for you? Aisha: ........ Justin: You just need to have faith. I know something’ll come up. Aisha: (gets up) I need another drink. (walks away) Justin: *sigh* (lets his head fall on the table) God, I’m exhausted. But I have to keep our spirit up. I know after my perseverance speech this sounds really hypocritical, but.... right now, I just wanna go home. Aisha: (at the bar, starts to walk back with her drink, but someone walking by bumps into her) Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re going? Jerk! ???: (from behind her) ... Aisha? Aisha: (turns around) Who the he-.... 0.0 *gasp* Justin: (still with his head on the table) A couple of jerks dump me with the garbage and sell Aisha to a whore house. Why? Grrrrr! Damn! If only I could remember..... *sigh* Maybe she’s right. Maybe it is a load of crap. ???: So, you must be Artukei. Justin: Huh? (looks up) 0.0 .....Sweet Takehito.

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