Monday, February 27, 2006

   I've been needing to write since Friday, so...:
"Truthfully...you can't kill the bastard. It'd be too complicated to explain to others."

The small brunette relaxing on the floor was caught off guard as a few growls followed her comment. Sitting up, she brushed her hair out of her eyes, frowning. "I'm serious here! You can't kill him. Maim, yes. Torture, yes. Terrorize, of course. But kill? No."

"But, Megumi..."

"I said NO, Lolly-chan. Put the katana away." The comment sent the younger, dark-haired girl into a pout. The girl tucked her drawn katana back into the sheath a few inches from her, but let her fingers stay on the hilt.

Flopping back onto the soft, plushy carpet, the brunette -presumably called Megumi- sighed. "And you, Chels-chan? Should I expect Bakura and Malik and Marik at school tomorrow? Otogi-kun is already insisting on being there...and you DID tell the Three Amigos about what happened...Man, their faces were priceless." The girl let out a giggle, turning to face the oldest girl in the room, who was currently attempting to paint small hearts on her toenails. Yawning, the brunette continued, idly picking at a strand of carpet. "I mean, I know the guy deserves it," she mumbled, "but I don't want to cause more problems-"

"You wouldn't be." The older girl had set her nailpolish down, her large, multi-colored eyes swirling with emotion. "You said it yourself: the fucker deserves it. So why keep playing his game?" Breaking out a grin, the girl joined the other two on the floor, lying on her stomach. She tossed an arm around Megumi's waist, and rested her cheek on the girl's shoulder.

Megumi reached out a hand to brush some strands of chestnut hair from the other girl's eyes, smiling. She watched as the youngest girl scooted over, peeking up at her from Chelsea's shoulder. "Chels, Lolly...I'm not playing his game. I refuse to. I just don't want to be seen as a bad person."

Lolly shook her head, long ebony stands fanning out around her. "That's why we're doing the killing, luff!" Flashing an adorable smile, she flicked her fingers at Megumi's head, giggling as the girl squealed and squirmed. "Come on! Enough pouting!"

"Yeah!" Chelsea squealed, jumping off the floor, pulling Megumi and Lolly up with her. "We need to cheer up!" She clapped her hands together, before rushing to her closet. "We're going out, damnit! And we're going dancing! I don't care if you're still bruised from a few days ago Megums, you're getting out there!"

"'Slongs as Malik keeps his hands off my pants, and his ass outta them, I'm happy."

"Good! But we're not making any promises about him; he does seem to have an odd fascination with your clothing."

-OWARI-
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