Children of Organization XIII 6

Atrum sighed, "Cause the person I was stuck living with at the time took all the spoons and tried to make a catapult, I needed a spoon to eat something."

 

Clow stared at Eriol on the floor. He had no idea what he was talking about.
"You LIVED with someone? I don't remember that." Eriol shrugged and looked at Clow. "You're staring at me like i'm that crab you found on the beach when you were 5."
"I don't remember that..." Clow said quietly.

 

Atrum face-palmed with both hands, "I was a foster child, of course I was living with someone at that time." she looked at Clow worried, "Are you alright?"

 

Clow had gone slightly pale. "I can't remember anything before I drew you for the first time..."
"Like the time you tried to do a backflip when you were 15, only to fall flat on your face?" Eriol smirked.
"I don't remember that!" Clow cried.

 

Atrum blinked at him, "Does Eriol have the other half of your memory in his head?"

 

"Maybe...." Clow thought.
Eriol smirked. "Oh HOW perverted you were when you were in your teens." He whistled.
Clow glared at him. "Shut up."
"Get stuffed. This is fun." Eriol grinned, flicking through Clow's memories.

 

Atrum blinked at Eriol.

 

"Mind your language." Clow crossed his arms.
"20 girlfriends?!" Eriol blinked. "Clow, how much free time did you have."
"A lot." Clow frowned. "Stop it, it's not funny."

 

Atrum blinked, "You had 20 girlfriends? I NEVER HAD ONE BOYFRIEND!"

 

Clow laughed slightly. "Boys may be boys?"
"Yeah right." Eriol sat up, smirking.
Clow rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I was in my teens. What'd you expect?"
"You were also slightly like Li back then but more mature and had a trails of girls fan-girling after you." Eriol smiled innocently.

 

Atrum sighed, "Boys and their trails of girls, I never got why all the girls would be giggling chasing after all the guys."

 

"Half of them you dated and the other you-" Eriol was cut off when Clow covered his mouth.
"Shut up, NAO." Clow said, glaring at him.

 

"Fuucked? Goodbye." Atrum said getting up off the bed and walked out of the room.

 

Eriol pulled away from Clow. "I was gonna say turned down because you had someone else in mind."
Clow sighed in relief.
"Though I don't know who." Eriol shrugged, giving a small wink at Clow.
Clow smiled at him.

 

Atrum kept walking until she ran into Ximyu and fell back.
Ximyu fell back as well and looked at Atrum, "Well who the hell are you?"
Atrum held her head as she turned into Juxta and passed out.
Ximyu blinked, "That explains it.."

 

Eriol shrugged and jumped up, running out.
Clow changed into a cat and ran beside him.
Spotting Juxta, Eriol rolled his eyes. "Atrum changed back."
Clow stopped next to Juxta's head and prodded her cheek. "Hey, you alive in there?"

 

Juxta stirred as she opened her eyes, "My life is going to be a never ending riddle for the next 40 years."

 

Eriol helped her up. "How come?" He asked.
Clow looked up at Ximyu, tilting his head to the side. "Who's this?"
Eriol looked at Ximyu. "Oh, thats Ximyu." He blinked and went pale. "X-X-X-X-Ximyu....."

 

Juxta shook her head, "Cause it just will be."
Ximyu sighed, "You already saw me Eriol, I was helping out my mom, which in time I killed, didn't want to but did, then my dad gave his heart to my mom so yeah. My life sucks."
"Není to tak špatné jako já."
Ximyu blinked, "Votre droit de plaisanter? par rapport à la vôtre le mien est un morceau de gâteau."
"U begreep wat ik zei?"
"Yo era el traductor de esta organización, el checo es pobre."

ooc: Juxta: Not as bad as mine(Czech)
Ximyu: Your kidding right? compared to mine yours is a piece of cake(French)
Juxta: You understood what I said?(Dutch)
Ximyu: I was the translator in this organization, your Czech is poor.(Spanish)

 

"I-I didn't notice you...." Eriol blinked, watching her.
"Whats so scary about her?" Clow asked.
"She's been dead since I was 9." Eriol said then looking at Juxta. "Your Czech is fine. I could understand her perfectly."