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Sadistic....and smart....

Smart....

Don't make me fall in love with him. Haha. Intelligence (especially mad scientist type) is my biggest turn on.

Love that face. He's beautiful.

Oh yes, I adore Vexen and the Sims 2. It's too bad you can't get it to work. Mine was the same way but I kept trying it until it worked for me, even though it tends to drag a bit.

I'll attempt to make the others if I can find similar parts to place together. I have Axel as well, but I'm not really fond of him.

Yes! Glasses do make people look smart, which is why I like them. My majour attraction is to guys with lots of brains. Especially mad scientists types...People think I'm crazy because of it but that has always been my preference.

Sure. I'll do an art of them. Any specific suggesstions for poses/settings or should I just pull something out of my head at random?

I'm especially interested in Neuro.

Oh sure. I'll give it a shot. Just give me some references.
I hope I do it right. I know nothing about the characters. Haha. I don' read much manga, but I used to watch some anime.

What is Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro? Ha. if I knew what that was I'd draw it. I love drawing OCs.

I have things I'm "supposed" to be drawing too (like the character art for my team's games or my boyfriend's space shooter game....), but I have no motivation right now.

So...hit me with a request!

I'm terrible at drawing hair. Its the worst part of the body to draw besides hands. I just noticed Sora and Kari seem popular to draw (I saw much of them as I was searching for an image of Vexen to use for something recently) so i was going to try it, though I'm not very interested in them.

Oh yeah...I'm pretty much wrong here. Kazuki-san HATES Pink (that's what I call th guy I slept with...much to his dismay). So I always told him I didn't like him because I really care about Kazuki-san. Having Kazuki-san blow up at me over that wasn't worth it...I really don't LIKE LIKE Pink, but I don't think he's a bad person at all. I love my boyfriend and another guy more (which is another problem in itself).

I also confessed to Kazuki-san today, after he found out...that I didn't hate Pink at all, which seemed to upset him more. I don't understand why kazuki-san hates him as I don't believe they have met, so for that I am unsure. When I ask about it he just blows me off. Pink doesn't seem to return his hostile feelings. So it's a one-sided hate.

I don't feel I'll ever sleep with Pink again, but I can't promise. If I see someone feeling lonely and they ask, I'll say 'no' then end up doing what they want anyway. I've always been this way, hence constant relationship problems. Too many guys and only me...it feels like I'm drowning sometimes. I told one of my boyfriends today (not the one Kazuki-san is defending but another one) that I wish every guy that liked me would roll up into one single person. That'd solve basically 90% of my stress in life. Haha.

Also, art requests are great! Just no overly romance themed ones please..or ANYTHING to do with Marluxia, Vexen, Zexion, or Kazuki-san. That's too sensitive of a subject it seems for now. Unfortunately.

Vexen is such a perfect model for artworks!

I may try a Sora and Kari (is that how you spell it?) picture.

I'm going to rant here...or else I will explode.


....I have some boyfriends. I already said with one I messed around as a joke and caused him to be upset. This also upset my friend who does art because he knows that what it's like to be cheated on. I've never been cheated on before (but I have cheated) so I really can't relate.

Truth is...I slept with a person I claimed to my friend that I hated (even though I really don't hate him, but I say it because everyone else does and its fun to pick on this guy). I don't really like this guy and I told him 'no', but we did anyway because I felt sorry for him. He was trying to get me to like him the whole time.

My friend and I recently had an argument, but today we made up VERY well...but then he found out I slept with that guy and cheated on my boyfriend. He stormed off and told me his life was over and he had nothing left and that I was the only thing that was important to him now...

Quote:

"Kazuki: you said all that stuff yesterday..and try and help and all that, and I think about how i might give it a chance..and you go and F*** MARLUXIA just for the F***ing HELL OF IT!?
Kazuki: I trusted you..i thought you werent like that..
Kazuki: forget it..
Larxene Larxene: ...i did that like 2 days ago....dude....
Larxene Larxene: not since i talked to u about stuff...
Larxene Larxene: it was the same day i
Kazuki: yet a day ago you wouldnt stop showing your hate for him.
Larxene Larxene: messed around on zexy
Kazuki: forget it..
Kazuki: i have nothing left in this world..."

Then he signed out. That was the last bit of our conversation on YIM copy/paste.

My boyfriend doesn't know that I slept with another guy behind his back...and I pray to gods that Kazuki-san doesn't tell him. Because I don't think my boyfriend would handle it very well.

Suggestions on what I should do? I trust my art family with some good advice for me....

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On a more artistic note, I have art block. I was drawing a great picture for Kazuki-san but that just now made me stop sketching and colouring as soon as he went off on me.

I need a good suggesstion on how to overcome this. Someone give me a good art exercise or request art (I feel obligated when I get ideas or requests so it pushes me more into art mode). I know for certain I need to hone my colouring skills with photoshop, possibly with my tablet, as I really haven't coloured with it before.

Ideas? Requests? Suggesstions?

Thanks family, for the help. Sorry I seemed to have joined up at a very difficult time I'm having.

Bart is funnier though I really am not fond of either one.

Is not goth?

Thanks. I think...

So far every guy I draw everyone says is creepy....

I guess I just like creepy men.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Here's chapter two. *For some reason the file got a bit corrupted and erased sme words...I fixed it up quickly but if I skipped over a few, or if you see a spot that seems like a name is missing, point it out and I'll fix it up again.*

Chapter 2: Revelation

It was time. From a long slumber, Crash Bandicoot awoke in a daze, blinking rapidly into the sunlight wafting through the open window. The rain had ceased its downpour, exiting into yesterday and discarding with it a fresh aroma. A faint wind blew into the open room, ruffling the curtains and sheets and likewise snipping quickly through the bandicoot's mahogany fur. He stood, shaking the sleep from him, mites and fleas dancing into the air and scrambling desperately to find shelter again. "….ah….." A breath struck him as Coco gleefully waltzed into the small span, her laptop tucked safely underarm.

"Good morning, Crash!" She took a moment to pause and stare out of the hut. "I'm so glad it's quit raining. We can finally go out again!" With a sigh she acknowledged her brother with a stare. "So get your shoes on! We're heading down to the beach to soak up some serious sun before the sky decides to start raining again." Her excited voice ringed throughout the house, bringing Aku Aku to the open doorway. The witch doctor spirit flashed a smile at the marsupials before entering and making his way to the window.

"Quite a day isn't it. I suspected that the storm would let up sooner or later." He commented, almost as if he were talking to himself. But he turned around, nodding to the two bandicoots, his cheery voice booming. "Coco is correct. We'd better go stock up and get some light before another storm arises. I fear that the sunshine won't last too much longer." He whizzed out of the room, Coco bobbing her head to his last few sentences. She casually turned to Crash, hand bouncing on her hip, the laptop held with utmost care in the other.

The female bandicoot laughed, throwing her head back, her blonde hair shining. "Let's get going Crash. I'll meet you at the door once you are ready." She skipped ahead as Crash slowly maneuvered himself to pull on his sneakers and comb his hair. A few times he threw glances toward the outside world as if he knew that the next storm would come sooner than they thought. And after this one, there would be no more sun.

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Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say "goodnight" 'till it be morrow….

The book closed with a thump, dust whooshing out from under the tattered covers. One could see that this particular volume had been read many times over. Semi white papers protruded, struggling to stay in proper place as the mammoth crocodile swung it onto the shelf. The library was littered in literature, hardbacks stacked until no end along the wooden structures. It was a magnificent study, one to be compared to the most expensive mansion lounges, with burgundy carpeted floors and desks and tables and chairs that were polished until they glowed. Today a heap of Shakespearian documents and texts smothered a specific crook fancied by the mutant beast.

Dingodile was a ferocious animal, his features consisting of a conglomeration of dingo and crocodile components. Another subject of Cortex's Evolvo-Ray, the dog-faced croc was a civilized brute, gaining in strength and wit where his speed lacked. His brownish skin was splotched with darker color, turning into a nice orangey hue as it thickened over his stomach and masked his face. Despite his atrocious appearance and obsession with wielding a flamethrower, Dingodile could be a docile creature, indulging in the pleasures of poetry and Shakespeare.

With his ears perked for any upcoming news, he plucked up a book and stuffed his face between the covers, anticipating an exciting summer night's adventure with frolicking fairies and sprites. He read aloud in his prominent Australian accent, the noise echoing off of the elongated shelving. Just a few minutes into the play that Dingodile was so comfortably viewing, the immense double doors swung open, revealing Cortex followed by Tiny and Ripper Roo, two others influenced by the ingenious Evolvo-Ray.

The trio marched in his direction like a miniature army going to the battlefront, the doctor in the lead, Tiny the enormous tiger on his master's trail, and Ripper Roo the maniacal kangaroo bouncing, taking up the tail. Each one wore completely different expressions so that Dingodile had massive difficulty trying to realize what was going on. Cortex wore some sort of tight grimace, Tiny had a touch of serenity plastered to his face, and Ripper Roo's gaze remained in its usual disoriented state. "What's going down, mates? Something ran amok? We havin' us a party?" The book went to his side as he turned to the incoming crew, eyes glistening with liquid anticipation.

Cortex's face stuck in a scowl, "SHE has escaped her unit and taken up shelter in the forest on Nsanity Island. N.Gin failed to stop her before she disappeared from sight and is in the main laboratory seeking her out with the Ultra-Telescope. He assured me that he would have her location within the hour, and so…" One of his gloved hands swept around, indicating the other two's presence. "…I have decided on a plan. We'll send you guys in to capture her and reel her into my lab. You'll have to be sneaky or she'll…"

"So, we ARE having us a party!" The text went down on the desk and one hand reached back to unlock the straps holding his prized fame-thrower. With lightening speed, the half dog, half crocodile menace whipped his weapon out, pointing it as if focusing on a target. "One blast with this thing and….."

"NO!" Cortex interrupted, his face screwing up in disgust. "I want her alive"

"But…." The flame-thrower was lowered a bit.

"You heard Cortex." The tiger's booming voice confirmed as he turned his head, his saliva dripping fangs bared. "Tiny don't hurt her, Tiny drag her back to Cortex." He fell silent, waiting for the doctor to give his approval.

The reward didn't come his way. Cortex closed his eyes, his arms crossing themselves. "I need her back here as soon as possible. If you don't do so…." He blinked. "There will be consequences."

" Aye, captain." Dingodile remarked, mentally noting the change in game plan. "We'll drag the bloke back here. No making toast this time, unless we run into a certain marsupial, what, who goes by the name of Crash Bandicoot."

"Crash….yes….." All eyes flew to Cortex as the evil scientist cackled, a new plan yet again forming in his oversized brain. "We must have the crystals to carry out our experimentations. And to get the crystals, we must crush our arch-nemesis. Or perhaps…."

"Perhaps what?"

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An annoying clicking reverberated off of the metal walls as the panel's green screen displayed an array of locations taken from an X-Ray view of the wooded area. In most of them, the surroundings were empty or showed some of the current wildlife roaming the parameters. However, with his trained eye, caught a glimpse of a figure alien to the world of nature. It was SHE, he was sure, about a quarter of a mile into the green depths. She rested lazily against the trunk of a huge evergreen tree, her eyes closed (from what he could clearly tell) and her limbs slack. "Sleep well, little one." He spoke into the empty room, his hands pressed against her picture, his rounded face softening as he watched her slumber in the sunlight. The sunlight, a thing that he had so hoped for, was the key to her undoing, her revelation. It was the guilt that plagued him that he could not shake away, could not dodge. Because of a single wish on his part, she would undergo much pain and turmoil, strained under Cortex's experiment until she succumbed to his desires or possibly to death…

The scientist choked back a sob at the thought. If it were still raining, the clouds thick and heavy overhead, he might not have sighted her position. The fingers moved a little over her picture before sliding down onto the dark green spaces, but N.Gin's eyes stayed with steadiness on her face. With a new wave of emotion sweeping over him, he took a few seconds to press some of the buttons. Sliding easily, the camera view closed in on the girl's face, her portrait now only consisting of her head area, the features coming into a crisper, clearer view. The dark brown strands of clumpy, muddy hair brushed her pale face, concealing her closed eyes a bit. A thin-bridged nose turned up at the ends, revealing flared nostrils just the perfection of width. Soft, full-pillowed lips parted in an unending sigh over a slightly sloping chin line. Her cheeks were paler than before, sunken in, bruised with purple. Dried blood caked the corners of her mouth and some stuck grotesquely to what was seen of her once polished white teeth.

The state she was in drove N.Gin to moan a little out loud, his left eye glittering with a few stray tears. One hand instantaneously wiped the moisture out, his vision now focusing again instead of wavering with bitterness. The eyes on the screen popped open at once, the cold deadness of the translucent blue irises holding the physicist captive, almost casting a knowing glare his way, saying to him "this is because of you." A sting in his chest flurried about and he clutched himself tightly as the eyes stilled over him, accusing, angry….

N.Gin wept.

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When a bizarre premonition fell like a pall over the canopy, It opened Its eyes, staring ahead for a few moments as the light filtered down through the leafy overhead. Its nose curled as It smelled the fetid stench of old blood, and It remembered clearly the incident that had happened earlier that same morning. Now something was watching as the fine hairs stood on end, prickling up the nape of Its neck, Its gaze directed into the distance from which the feeling came, the strange sensation of being watched closely…

The air smelled of wet, tainting the other aromas that should be in place, overpowering them, knocking them from existence. Just the scent of wet and blood lingered behind. It stood. With a sweep of Its arm, It touched the great trunk that had sheltered It for the night. For the first time since escaping, It spoke, "Thank You." The words floated from the open mouth, the voice of an angelic being, pure yet bold, innocent yet mature. A brief silence followed, the blue eyes straining back in the same way that they had first opened. It was unveiled, unmasked, FOUND… With swift, staccato motions It fled a bit farther into the cavernous green, feet still screaming, the skin still pounding with horrible warmth.

One of Its cuts had scabbed over before, but now, as It ran, the wound was reopened, burning in the humid air. A fresh stream of crimson sweated down in a new procession, from the kneecap to the bruised ankle. The soil was grinding between Its toes, the stagnant air suffocating It, making it hard to breath deeply and satisfying the lungs. It was drowning. For the first time, It became aware of Its history, the mind shooting forward a bombardment of pictures and scenes, severed into tiny pieces, almost as if they were nothing but figments. As It ran, Its brain did likewise, like a rolling camera.

First It was cradled in a blackness beyond comprehension, and It felt a sweltering cold settle over it as It opened Its eyes for the first time and saw this thing called life. Flash! It was now in the arms of someone with whom It felt great feelings for, though the face remained a blur, as if It were staring at the figure behind foggy glass. The warm arms enveloped It in comfort and security, gripping It firmly as the figure spoke to It in the politest of ways. Flash! There the figure was again, this time leaning against a metal table, elbows propped, head in hands. It had an aerial view of this, looking from Heavenward down as the one It cared so profoundly for suffered for whatever reason.

It wasn't clear about this matter, but Its heart still broke with compassion and downright pity. Flash! It awoke in three stages. First was the acknowledgement of life, the second was the obtaining of feeling, and lastly was the understanding of death. The figure stood slack before It, face still obscured by the mist of Its memory. The mouth was moving, but this time no sound came forward. It strained to hear what the figure had to say and all at once the reflection faded, leaving behind a single word….

"Please."

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"What a nice day." The girl bandicoot voiced with much enthusiasm, her laptop set down on the earth with care, her shoes kicked off, and her eyes fluttering with wonder. One of her hands stretched over her head in a light gesture, she nodded to her brother who had taken up a spot on the earth, his back lying on the ground, tongue lolling out of his agape mouth. He seemed transfixed by the sudden change in weather. Coco laughed as a butterfly flitted past her, wings moving gracefully in mid air, propelling it forward. She grabbed at it in attempt to catch it in her open hand, "Come here!" She protested as it darted away from her grasp.

Aku aku hovered a few feet away from the rolling sea, staring into the foamy waves. His thoughts drifted on the open blue, still so far away from ordinary, still chalked full with concern. The events in the past week had sparked him interest in Cortex's whereabouts. They had not heard from him in the past year or so and the peace was all to foreshadow something that would fell their serenity. The thousand year old witch doctor spirit couldn't think a truer thought than this. A greater storm rumbled in the distance, one not of nature's fury.

Crash was aware of the ominous sunny day as well, but he could care less of the haunting feeling tearing through his gut. He would take the day as it came, using it as an advantage to relax before whatever was destined to crack open in the future. With a sigh he steadied his arms behind his head, watching on with hilarity as his sister tried to capture the insect, circling around him, her feet dancing with glee and frustration. His ears pricked up as the baby tiger roared through the door, Polar, Crash's pet polar bear, hot on his trail. Pura's tail waved tauntingly in the cubs face as white paws slashed at it playfully. With a few bound they were out of sight, running into the depths of the forest near the hut. Coco stopped her flailing and watched them go, then trekked after them shouting, "Hey! Wait for me, Pura!"

The lazy male bandicoot sat up abruptly with the intent of following them, willing to participate in the game as well. He stood, spun the dirt from his clothing and fur, and skipped into the green jungle, the wet air clinging to him with adamant claws. He had journeyed a fair distance into the tree infested area when the noise began.

The rustling of the leaves indicated an incoming entity. This one was massive, larger than most of the animals that made the forest their habitat, and its speed was astonishing. His heart pounded furiously as he kept his eyes on the bushes, waiting impatiently for the creature to emerge. It stepped into the clearing, white flesh flashing past the bandicoot whose mouth was now shaped into an awed "o". Just as soon as It appeared, It dashed into the next set of brush and dissolved into the green pattern. The sound steadily waned until the only thing Crash could hear was the chirping of birds and the rushing waves of the salty sea.

Aku aku lifted his gaze, noticing that his adopted children were gone. With a calm that surpassed mere placidity, he went in search of them. Cortex would surface soon enough. For now he had to tend to Crash and Coco, and that was duty enough. He caught a glimpse of the figure passing by before he saw the male bandicoot staring in bewilderment. "Crash." The witch doctor stated firmly, his attention now fixed on the fleeting white ghost. "What was that?" He knew that the bandicoot would not answer, indeed, but was talking to himself instead, hoping that he had not witnessed something of Cortex's doing.

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"Come back Pura! Polar!" With arms outstretched, Coco tracked the two frolicking cubs down, her eyes directed ahead. She did not see the white presence until she was almost upon It, her body slamming into It with a considerable force. The wind was knocked out of her and her lips parted in a gasp as she dropped to the ground, tumbling head over heels a couple of times before stopping a few feet away, facedown, her mouth gulping in insect filled soil. With a cry of disgust she spat, pushing herself up, bending her elbows and lifting leg to place a knee firmly on the ground. An emerald eye flicked up and another gasp floated on the still air. A pale girl laid on her side just a yard or so away, completely naked, brunette hair in tangles about the oval face, her thin and battered body curled up in fetal position. The marsupial stood, dusted herself off, and took a few cautious steps toward It, mouth slack, eyes wide as she took in the scene. "Hello?" She stuttered weakly, unable to find her voice momentarily.

The other female responded in a grunt, her eyes still screwed firmly shut, lashes brushing the prominent cheeks. The skeletal frame convulsed, arms twitching helplessly as the girl whimpered. "No…no…." The full lips parted in a frightened murmur.

"It's O.K." Coco assured the humanoid lying before her, crouching in position beside the white body. One of her hands curiously found itself trapped in mangled strands of hair. "Let's get you back to my house. Aku Aku will know what to do…." She spoke more so to herself than to the other girl.

"Mmmmm…." The blue eyes popped open, tracing Coco's features as It sat upright. With a movement as quick as lightening, It detangled Coco's hand from Its hair, an alarmed expression hardening Its face. With a harsh tone, It spoke. "Get…get away from me!" Using Its hands, It scooted a few inches back from the bandicoot, keeping Its eyes trained on the talking marsupial. For the first time, It lifted Its head to a degree so that the patches of dried blood could be seen splattered on Its chin and mouth.

Coco gasped at the realization. "You're hurt."

"No." It shook Its head in reply, fisting the ground nervously, dirt caking under Its yellow fingernails. The ends of the nails were split horribly, torn and weathered by time.

"You're bleeding." The other protested, trying to inch closer without scaring the human girl. A softness in her voice kept It in place, this time making no moves to hastily flee.

With a hum, the figure replied. "I ate."

Coco looked appalled, her emerald eyes widening to their fullest. Then she spoke with utmost concern. "We'll get you something good to eat. We'll get you some clothes."

It had not thought about clothing in a long time, living freely, cloaked by the shadows of the world. Its skin had adapted to both extremities of heat and cold, Its feet toughened by slapping over rock and thorn. The camera had stopped as soon as the impact had knocked It to the ground, the last word ringing in Its ears. "Please…." That's what the figure had said. "Please." Finding Coco's reasoning to be plausible, It nodded, "Clothes." It spoke gently, almost in interrogative format. "Clothing?"

"Yes, clothing."

After debating the possibilities It had, It stood up and extended a hand toward the bandicoot. A new smile graced Its parched lips, a flake of dried blood drifting to the ground as It did so. Coco lifted her head, one of her arms reaching upward, her hand fitting into Its nicely, perfectly. It was in this moment that It found another sense of innocence, another path filled with compassion. Perhaps It would be received here. Perhaps not. But nevertheless….

Perhaps.

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One moment she was present and in the next she was gone from the watch of the eyepiece. N.Gin hadn't witnessed her departure, but had fallen asleep carelessly to soothe his sore head. His flop of fiery red hair brushed the metal table he rested his upper half upon, hands curled neatly under his chin, elbows extended in both directions. Because he was so short, his petite legs left his feet dangling inches from the gray floor. His headache had worsened after he wept, almost to something fierce and unbearable. The excruciating pain forced him into a restless slumber, thoughts of her still recurring in his brain, bringing the throbbing into his unconscious state. There in the dreamlike state, the suffering was dulled even if just a trifle. One of his fingers twitched involuntarily into a puddle of slaver that had trickled from his somewhat slack lips.

"…" Something pressed hard against his shoulder. He felt himself floating upward, swimming back into consciousness. Nitro struggled to stay asleep for better benefit, afraid of the consequences of waking up and facing reality. She would not be coming back to him. Ever. Three years ago he had signed her over to Cortex for the doctor's experimental pleasures and she had left him with a myriad of scars. Her very being was corrupted by countless tests and her introduction to chemical therapy. She would never reemerge from her years spent in isolation. But she would always be his. No matter what happened, she would belong to him. "!" His shoulder rocked again, this time sending a burning sensation up his arm, touching lightly his neck and shooting back down again. "Wake up, fool!"

Hesitantly, the physicist rose and stared into the eyes of Cortex sleepily, the light from the overhead fixtures blinding him instantly. While giving his sight a moment to return he sighed. "What is it, doctor?" First the big N that was stamped onto his boss' forehead appeared, followed by a thick brow, eyes, lips….

"You said that you'd have her location pinpointed within' the hour." Came the impatient reply, the sound of fingers drumming metal overwhelming in the hollow quiet of the lab room. "It's been twice that already. I expect that you have successfully found her?" It was a question that Nitro had no intention of answering with truth, but he secretly feared Cortex's wrath, knowing how angry the scientist could become if provoked.

"Yes, Dr. Cortex." The vision was back, 100 percent, and his gaze drifted to the bright green screen over the bleeping panel of buttons. "She was just there, resting about four miles inward. I had the camera directed on her." His heart leapt in joy as he realized that she had moved again and that her face was not present on the display. "She's gone now." He mentioned, and Cortex followed his gaze. Nitro didn't know whether to rejoice or to cower in fear.

Neo pounded his fist onto the table, jolting upright. "Idiot! You were supposed to be watching for her!" He slowly rose to his feet, narrowed eyes on his colleague.

The chair that seated Nitro toppled over and the physicist spilled onto the floor, his missile slamming the metal with sickening force. Tears sprang into the shorter man's eyes at the impact. N.Gin fought to regain his footing, but Cortex had already flown around the table and was staring down at him like a hungry hawk eyeing its prey. A booted foot connected with the missile and another wave of pain sparked into Nitro's head, this time erupting a shocked howl from his mouth. The foot slammed down upon him again, so fast that the physicist had no time to react. His head was now shattering in sweltering liquid hot agony, and the sound that burst from him this time came feebly.

"Please….no more….stop……" The hoarse voice choked, metallic twinge tremulous.

The blows ceased and Gin opened up his eyes, his vision dark for a moment in the right side. Neo huffed in aggravation and agitation. "I gave you clear orders….."

"Yes doctor."

"And I expected them to be followed as planned."

"I understand doctor, but…"

"You have failed me again ."

"I know." N.Gin picked himself up to look eye to eye with Cortex, his face red, flustered. "I give you my sincerest apologies."

The other scientist's breaths came out less strained as his temper calmed, flattened out. Finally the eyes focused and Neo folded his arms against his thin chest, apparently still upset but not as angry as before. He scrunched up his face in disapproval. "Apologies accepted under one condition."

N.Gin fidgeted, his hands wringing themselves again and again in an unending cycle. "Yes? What conditions, doctor?"

"You'll find her again and not lose her, and then…"

Gin gulped.

Cortex's lips lifted in an evil, malicious smile. He pointed to his friend with a stiff rigidity. "You'll go with my team to capture her yourself. She'll listen to you more, and perhaps you'll be bale to coerce her into our hands without the situation ending in a struggle."

"No!" Nitro shook his head in disbelief of Cortex's command. A hand flew up to his temple, massaging it roughly, the fingers taught with stress. "You can't…you wouldn't!"

Neo disregarded the protest, adding, "And see if you can find some certain marsupial nuisance in the process"

"Crash Bandicoot…" N.Gin mused, still in denial that his friend would ask such a favour of him.

"Exactly. Now be a good boy and run along. Find her ASAP. I expect no mistakes this time." The doctor crossed the distance to the open door.

"But Cortex!"

"Have fun." The door slammed in the undersized man's face as he worked his hands, his head clearing of the shade that had advanced over it. Truth wandered in and wrenched his heart in its authoritative grasp, twisting and revolving until could stand it no more. The pulsating halted its annoyance and he was liberated again, but his face was soaked in the sweat of emotional pressure. She would have to fall into his hands again, for all of the wrong reasons. He wanted to hold her close to his bosom, caress her strikingly angelic face, and murmur a million secrets in her ear, all while securing her in his heart, never to let her fly away from that one confinement. She would melt into him, converge with his subsistence, drink of him eternally in freedom. Only she could satiate his thirst and allow him to breathe in contentment. He would in turn protect her, like a heaven for the heart, concealing the revelation, turning back the vindictive hands of time that had murdered her ability to survive in peace.

Together they would escape the demon of this partition.

Together they would.

Together…

Feh. I miss school so much it makes me ache.

I really want to go back to college also, but I'm not allowed. School was one of my favourite places to go as I was growing up.

The hair is so pretty. Geat colouring.

Just showing my friend some love and bragging about him.

This is his Deviant Art Account.

Enjoy.

Mhm. Ha. But that is what makes life so great and interesting, because that really IS all it is is itself. Nothing more and nothing less. Pretty much you can bend it to suit your own definitions but it still will always be simply...life. So everyone's life is similar yet all so unique.

I don't know. I find it interesting...because I'm a weirdo.

Because to my mom I am the trophy daughter. Was popular in school, in all the clubs, winners of float parades, near to top of my class, 3rd place in all-state choir, etc. So she made sure I stayed that way. Behind closed doors she treated me (and still treats me) like crap.

I'm pretty se I'll blow past this bump. I really love Kazuki-san and expressed my feelings for him today...Even though he's not one of my boyfriends (as in romantically). Other things have been going down, too, but ah well. Life is life huh?

And can't wait to see the coloured artwork!

My mom was the same way with me and my oldest brother. We were all advanced and graduated near top of our class with borderline 4.0 GPAs.

Also, these past few days are so rough...Everything wants to fall apart all at the same time. I'm fairly sick of life's rollercoaster. I just want a smoothe ride once in a while. At least a break from the peaks and drops.

Good thing is that because of a recent argument I was inspired to do an artpiece I wouldn't normally do. I plan to work my tail off on it to make it special for him (a close friend of mine - god, why are all my good friends males...). So I hope it turns out perfect.

Ouch.

Dishes were alwas my duty when I was growing up. It can be a pain to wash them at times.