-----Gossamer Wings and Sweet Tasting Things-----
---A Trigun Fanfiction---

 

-----DISCLAIMER-----

Yasuhiro Nightow, I think, would come
after me with blazing torches and pitch-forks
if he knew what I was doing to his precious creations...
>:D
Heh heh heh.


 

-----AUTHOR'S NOTES-----

Lynda: YES!!!

Kuroneko: MYA!!!

Lynda: Heheh. Nobody liked the Milly-torture part? Huh? ... T'aint it obvious that I've been watchin'/readin' too much Hellsing?
Ahem. Off the topic of maiming, after this chappie, I'll be reaching scenes I've had in my head since the dissilation chapter! I can't believe I've made it this far. O_o;;
This is an accomplishment. Wasaaaa.. Pu.
...
Yo, Starah... O_O What's a PGS???

 

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Rem took one long, determined breath, then hauled the black guitar case onto her desk with a sturdy thump. Crumpled, obviously over read reports fell from the mahogany surface as they made way for the hefty newcomer. A cherub fluttered by the Manager of Heaven's shoulder anxiously, little blue eyes rivetted curiously upon the object of attention.

'Is it ok to be doing this?' it asked, wringing it's chubby little hands. Rem bit her lip and began trailing her fingers over the instrument box to find the clasps, lingering on the edge of the chest, then continuing in their venture.

'The case regarding Knives, Vash and Vaults is closed... So what would they be wanting with the evidence?' she asked lightly, distractedly. A click followed the sentence when the little metal buckles on the black leather of the contoured box snapped open. She held her hands over them momentarily.

'I... Don't think this is a good idea... Won't the Angelinas notice this bit of evidence missing from their files?' the cherub continued insistently. It's little rosy cheeked face of indefinable sex was scrunched up with hesitancy.
Rem coughed aloud.

'Would you please return to the main office?' she asked genteely. The cherub blinked.

'Why woud I want to-'

'I'd like to be alone.' Rem clarified firmly, smiling all the same. It spluttered slightly, then, blushing and ducking into a hovering bow, it fluttered from the room. Rem waited patiently a few minutes more before she returned her attention to the guitar case.

Slowly, Rem Saverem and Manager of Heaven opened the mysterious container.

And her eyes widened at what she found inside.

 

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The Sand Worm shreiked a strange compilation of unearthly tones as it's carapace began to crack. The continued barrage of bullets, compliments of the Cross Punisher, caused little chips of the stone like shell to splinter and cascade through the air.
The incensed beast bucked, trashing it's head about in bestial rage and, subsequentially, throwing it's rider off in the process.
Not 7 feeles away, a deep reverberating gunshot thundered across the expanse of the roof top. It was followed by a distant clang and clatter as Rai Dei fell from his observation post, swearing all the way down in what sounded like some foreign language.

In the same split second, Meryl had ducked and slammed a heel down on the foot of the mysterious person holding her... Right when a Stun Bolt had lodged itself in the tall man's back. The result was a rather shocked Demon bowled literally head over heels atop the small Insurance Girl. The woman in question freed herself from the man's up flung legs and stumbled from the now tangled mass of grey limbs.

One shiny, green apple was sent arching through the sky, freed from it's captor. It spun gently on a tight axis as chaos threw up dust and debris around it, arching into a graceful descent as velocity ebbed and gravity took hold.

With a surreal snap, one hand snatched it from the air.
Wolfwood stared at his prize blankly.

'Wolfwood!' Vash shouted as he jumped the gap between buildings. His Colt was trained perpetually on the area Rai Dei dominated in an unconscious sprawl, but his attention was wavering constantly between the apparently sulking Sand Worm, the toppled grey clad Demon and his friends.
Wolfwood opened his mouth to reply.

What Vash the Stampede hadn't expected was for Meryl to finally reach him only to embrace his real arm and to grip it painfully, tugging on the material of his coat in panic.

'Wolfwood's a- He- He's a Demon!' she stuttered, expression undecided as to whether it should scowl in disapproval or slacken in shock and dismay. The obvious limbo between the emotions was really quite expressive.
Vash mentally backtracked.

'Eh?' he managed eloquently, turning a confused gaze up his cross totting comrade. Wolfwood coughed and pointedly ignored him, suddenly incredibly interested in the apple he held and his cigarette. He hazarded a quick and surreptitious glance in their direction.
Then widened his eyes and strode forward, pushing past the both Vash and Meryl as if they had suddenly ceased to exist. He continued on to the gap between buildings, apple still clutched somewhat possessively in one hand.

'I'm serious! Th-That Demon Chapel, or whatever his name is was offering for him to rejoin or something!' Meryl hissed in a conspiracy laden whisper after the man in mention had passed them, finally settling on an expression. She was glaring at this "Chapel" as he got slowly to his feet. The Demon in mention was immediately watchful of the long barreled Colt Vash instantly aimed at him.

'Are you ok, Honey?' Wolfwood asked loudly, his voice interrupting whatever thought process was building momentum in Vash the Stampede's skull. Meryl cast a cautious glance in the priest's direction.
Then instantly dropped whatever accusations still lingered on her tongue to stride after the smoking priest.

'M-Milly?!' she managed, rushing over to her friend who was currently reaching out to Wolfwood as he helped her over the gap between buildings.

'I-I'm fine, Sempai!' the Big Girl declared brightly. She hopped somewhat awkwardly from the opposite building and into the waiting arms of Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Stun Gun remarkably still held aloft.

'Fine?!' Meryl spluttered, frowning in worry. 'You're as pale as a ghost! What happened?!'

'Really, Sempai! I'm fine!' Milly repeated, smiling weakly.

'Somethin's happened to your shoulder.' Wolfwood noted, hands carefully avoiding said area but obviously reluctant to leave the girl's frame all together.

'How serious? Is it bindable?' Meryl asked him instantly. It was facinating, Vash reflected, that she immediately forgot her suspicions in the face of a friend's detriment. When Wolfwood seemed more interested in Milly's health as opposed to the concept of being surrounded by gun totting Demons, Vash felt obligated to break the thoughtful reticence with,

'Um... Now's not the time for reuinions?'

It was enough to get the trio to pay attention again. And to realize that Chapel was watching them from behind his eerie red visors. To realize that Zazi had pulled himself from the rubble of the Sand Worm's escape route, not to mention that shadows were now lurking on the edges of the scene and quickly forming people.
The Winger and two Guards instantly regrouped closer to the watchful Humanoid Typhoon.

'Is this enough trouble for the Humanoid Typhoon?' Meryl asked sarcastically, producing two Derringers and holding them steady.

'Uh... Yeah. This is enough.' Vash replied weakly. He subconsciously shifted so he and the Small Insurance Girl were back to back. Both stirred nervously as the Demons sauntered into a casual circumference. Wolfwood shouldered the ready and waiting Cross Punisher, side stepping so that he was covering their left side. He glanced back at a slightly confused Milly.

'Keep close. I don't want you trying anything in that condition unless it's absolutely necessary.' he said simply, freeing his cigarette of it's collective ash then returning his sharp focus to his quarter of the clearing. Milly sniffed in obvious defiance, but she eventually relented and lowered her enormous gun. The blue eyed girl tentatively bit her lower lip in indecision, finally taking her corner of the tight knot.
They waited.

'Do we run?' Vash asked in a muffled murmur. An incredibly fake grin was plastered over his features in hopes that the rictus would smother whatever recognizable syllables just happened to move his lips.

'Doubt Chapel would let us.' Wolfwood replied evenly. Unlike his blonde haired counterpart, the smoking man didn't bother trying to hide his voice from the Demons around them. The one called Chapel smiled smoothly.

'No, I wouldn't.' he declared simply. The tall man bent and picked up his giant metal Cross then stood it up before himself, hands resting on the neck.
Something changed in his confident demeanor, and the grey donned man cleared his throat. 'And Nicholas?' he queried, actually looking slightly awkward.
Vash tensed at the familiarity of the name, and Meryl's accusation drifted up from his brief forgetfulness to demand his full attention. 
The apparent "Demon" in mention narrowed his eyes.

'What?' Wolfwood demanded cautiously.

'Can I have my apple back, boy?' Chapel asked simply, smile dropping to reveal a paternal and irritated frown. Wolfwood blinked, then scowled.

'What the hell kinda question is that?!' he snapped in retort. 'No!'

'Um... Wolfwood?' Vash attempted, incognizant to what exactly was going on between the two Cross bearing priests. His interruption was to no avail.

'You got it by default, my pupil. I do believe it belongs to me still.' Chapel continued insistantly.

'Hell no! Do you know how long I've tried to get this damn thing?!' Wolfwood waspishly replied, tossing the said apple up and catching it again.

'Good grief...' Meryl muttered, exasperation clearly evident in her voice.

'Hello, Wolfwood?'

'Don't be ridiculous. Return the apple to your teacher.'

'I said no!'

'Having a companion attack me from behind is neither decision nor success. Give me my apple.'

'Bugger that!'

'WOLFWOOD!' Vash shouted.

'WHAT?!' returned an equally loud Wolfwood.

'Escape? Remember?' the blonde Winger prompted his now focused friend.

'We've got to get out of here!' Milly acclaimed in a hopeful voice. She, at least, caught the smoking man's attention.

'Don't bother.' Zazi said simply, shrugging. He had sauntered closer to the small knot of Wingers and Guards and now he stood by a slightly aggrivated Chapel the Evergreen.

'We always bother.' Meryl retorted snappishly, Derringer pointed promptly at the boy's chest. At this, the purple eyed youth grinned. After sufficient pause, however, he took a step back and bowed.

'When you're surrounded?' a familiar monotone voice queried to their left. 4 heads turned.
Legato stared back.

'Bluesummers...' Wolfwood snarled, pushing back further into the small cluster of friends. He winced when Milly whimpered at the blue haired Demon's presence.

'I highly recommend you don't attempt to run.' Legato continued easily, standing aloof on the expanse of asphalt as if he'd always been there. 'The result could be quite disasterous.'

Vash found the only words travelling to his lips an exhausted and childish "Why won't you just leave us alone?!", but he swallowed it before it was allowed birth. Emotional fatigue displayed so fervently in front of Demons such as Legato was like inspecting a leaking gas room with a lighted match.
So, instead, he contented himself with,

'And if we fight?'
Legato smiled, and it wasn't until he did that Vash noticed the dried blood marring his temple; the crimson peering from behind the blue locks of the man's hair.

'And if you fight, your companions will be killed. I take the distraction on my Demon's part that Nicholas failed to revert back to his Demonship?'

Silence met the golden eyed man. Legato's smile slid into something more malformed.

'Oh, yes.' he mused. 'Didn't you know? Nicholas D. Wolfwood was a Demon? One of the most feared.'

'Was.' Wolfwood said simply, careful to ignore the shocked stares he was recieving from Vash and Milly.

'And will be again.' Chapel added, smiling. He was cut off instantly.

'Never.' the smoking Winger replied softly. He took a breath, then let it out. 'Listen, all this waiting around is killing me. Can we get this over with?' he added, quirking a black eyebrow and closing one stormy blue eye so that the other could monitor the white clad Demon opposite.
Legato blinked, slowly.

'Which part?' he asked. 'The part in which you entertain us with your futile attempts at an escape, or do you mean the instance in which my Demons massacre you?'
At this, Zazi chuckled and the rest of the surrounding shadows closed in.

Midvalley, Dominique and EG flanked Legato, successfully enfolding Meryl and Vash's corner with their presence. Hoppered, Monev, Rai Dei and Leonof slowly sidled around the other side of the tight knot of captives.
Content that his point had been made, the blue haired Demon continued with,

'Of course, you could always just bow to the Master's wishes and join him, Vash the Stampede.' 

This time the silence was intoxicating.
Milly's lack of breath thundered in Vash's augmented ears, the grit of teeth on Wolfwood's part irritatingly loud. Every Meryl's careful silence was like a sore gap in the horribly itemized soundscape around them.
The only thing that didn't bustle for his undivided attention was an answer to this conundrum.

When you thought about it, there really wasn't one.
At Vash's indecision, the golden eyed Demon smiled again.

'I see.' he said softly. 'I guess, in the end, violence is the only pursuasion.'

The Demons raised there weapons and poised...

'-no I haven't got time. NO! Get those ou- No - I- Fall back corporal or I'll have you stipes!! Goddamn, son... HEY!! HEY YOU!!' a voice shouted, gaining a complete and shocked audience of Demons, Wingers and Guards alike. Blinking owlishly, the entire congregation on the roof turned as one entity to the source of the sound.
Even Legato looked nonplussed as an Angel, fully dressed in an officers uniform, jogged through the ring of Demons and stopped, breathless, before the golden eyed Demon.
He coughed, then straightened up, wings ruffling as they folded neatly against his back.

'Hello, Demon.' he greeted, flipping a lackadaisical salute. He froze, just realizing his position, then twisted a 390 degree turn, blinking at the equally stunned onlookers. 'This is quite a gathering, isn't it?' he mused when he finished his rotation.

'CAPTAIN!!' yet another voice shouted from the sidelines. This time a younger Angel bounded up to his commander, flustered and slightly timorous. 'Captain, we won't be able to fit all the regiment on the roof! The local mortals will complain!' he whined, fidgetting nervously. He then, much alike his taller out-ranking officer, jumped when he realized he had an audience. And did the same full circuit on the spot, wide eyed.
The captain scowled.

'Sure they'll fit!' he retorted, reaching forward and swatting the boy across the head to gain his attention again. 'I want the elite squad circumferencing this rooftop! The rest can line the alleyways and neighboring buildings. I don't want a single man on the barracks! Ok? Got it? Is that too difficult to do!?' he continued sarcastically. The corporal blinked dimly.

'I guess not.' he murmured.

'I guess not... WELL, SNAP TO IT LAD!!' the Captain shouted, slapping the other Angel upside the back of the head again. With a small squeak, the young soldier fled the rooftop.
The original occupants on the roof still hadn't recovered the ability to speak.
The Captain cleared his throat.

'Where was I? Oh yes. You're Legato Bluesummers, right?' the Angel asked lightly, stepped forward and nudging the Demon in the ribs with a convivial elbow. A great deal of the Demons present gasped in shock.
Legato failed to bat an eyelid.

'I am.' he replied after a rendering silence, face carefully blank and voice in monotone.

'Hokay, we're in business then.' the Captain said, grinning. 'I'm Captain Blakney from the 3rd Battalion, under General Marlon of Heaven's Defence? I suppose I should start off with thanking you.'

'Thanking me.' Legato repeated carefully.

'Well, yeah. For catching these guys?' Blakney suggested, raising his eyebrows and jerking a thumb in Vash and company's direction.

'No need to do so.' the blue haired Demon replied immediately.

'Sure there is!' the Angel laughed, clapping Legato on the shoulder, then removing his hand and wiping it guilefully on his uniform when he took stock of the skull attached to said shoulder. After a pause, he continued. 'We've been chasing them all over town. Doubt we would've caught them, either.'

'Yo, Cap'n!' yet another voice shouted from the sidelines.

Owlishly, Vash, Wolfwood, Milly and Meryl turned and stared, goggling at the throng of heavily armed Angels crowding on the edge of the roof. 15 stepped forward from the horde and into the circle of Demons.

'Wood!' Blakney shouted back, waving frantically. 'The ones in the middle! That's them! Seiz'em!'

'Sure thing, Cap'n!' one Angel replied enthusiastically, stepping forward to start the job.
The Demons present exchanged frantic glances. Then all eyes turned to Legato to see what he would do next. Said Demon raised his head slightly.

'I believe you're taking far too many liberties, Captain.' Legato said simply. The Angel, who had thrust a finger in his ear and was wiggling it about, blinking and turned a lazy gaze on the Demon.

'Wha'?' he managed.

'The assumption that we caught these... Criminals for your benefit is rather presumptuous, wouldn't you say?' the golden eyed man continued.
The Captain's face split into an evil and knowing grin.

'It's your duty as much as ours to capture these lot.' he said quietly, dangerously. 'If you're interested in the bounty, why don't you head into Augusta? If you dare...'

The pair stared savagely at one another, willing their opponent to be the first to break eye contact.

'Hey, Cap'n! This girl's injured!' one of the Angels declared from besides Milly.

'Well, heal her! We haven't got time to be gentle!' was the immediate retort. As the warmth of Angelic power swallowed the tight knot of outlaws in the middle of the rooftop, attention returned to the two commanders currently battling for supremacy.

'I won't let you take them, captain.' Legato said quietly, adding a nasty bite to the word.

'You're going to have to, Demon.' the Angel replied simply. ''Tis the law. And no fighting amongst Afterlife citizens, right?'

Silence.

Then, in an overly high pitched voice, the corporal from before burst on the scene, stumbling, screaming and, for some odd reason, flaying his arm above his head as he ran.
When he reached the center of the congregation, he paused to lean on his knees and catch his scant breath.
The captain raised a non too impressed eyebrow.

'Well?' he asked after sufficient pause. The corporal Angel, still wheezing, held up a small communicator in surrogate conversation. His commander took it apprehensively and raised it suspisciously to his ear.

''Allo?' he asked slowly, squinting. Then straightened. 'Yeah, this is Blakney... No... Just caught 'em... No, we're right, we just gotta- Wha'?...' His eyes widened and raced, instantly, to the Demon beside him. 'Really?! You're- You've gotta be joking! ... No?!... But why?!... ... Yeah... Oh... Well, hell! Well ok then, General! Sure thing!'
With an amused huff, the Angel pocketed the communicator and stretched. Then, fully aware than every single person on the roof was staring at him, he lazilly motioned for his squad to step forward. They did.

'Well?' one of the braver hazarded.
The Captain smiled devishly.

'Forget the captives. The bounty has been lifted.'

'What?!' Vash and Wolfwood blurted in unison, eyes wide. Legato smiled gently.

'Then you wouldn't object to us claiming them.' he said simply. Blakney shrugged, yawned, then unsheathed his sword and leveled it under the blue haired Demon's nose.

'Not at all. You just gotta survive us first.'

'Cap'n!' a shocked Angel exclaimed from the sidelines. The Demons surrounded the group suddenly shifted, poised for action again.

'Whatever happened to "no fighting amongst Afterlife citizens", Captain?' Legato mused, smiling. The Angel smiled evilly.

'Went out the window when war was declared.' he replied smoothly. 'Looks like the Apocalypse is official lads. It's time for the War to End All Wars.'

A collective gasp rose up amongst the onlookers.
Legato's smile broadened into something even more malevolent.

'I see.' he murmured simply. And managed one small "hmph" of a chuckle.
As if this were some secret queue, the Demons surrounding the tryst launched into battle, guns blazing.
The Angels attacked immediately after.

As one shocked entity, Vash, Wolfwood, Milly and Meryl cast each other one bewildered glance, then made a break for it. Ducking swords, bullets and bodies, they remarkably weathered their way through the chaos of battle and away from the melee to stumble over the neighboring empty roof tops.

No body saw them leave.

 

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'It's time.' Geli declared calmly.

'I suppose we have to...' Ange replied sorrowfully.

'Of course we have to. It's our job. It's our real job.' Lina said simply. 

The three Angelinas made their way over the reflective sand of the Silver Dunes. Lina walked stiffly with her arms shifting in perfect timing with her legs, back straight and chin held high. Geli followed with a lengthier stride, her heels driving vindictively into the sand and arms folded across her chest. Ange trailed behind her siblings, her step better described as a buoyant skip, her hands behind her head in disinterest and a pout marring her face.

But, slowly, something strange happened.

Geli's arms unfolded, Ange's lowered and Lina's straightened. Their countenance dripped emotion until the expanse of their faces was eerily blank and their strides either lengthed, slowed or quickened.

Before long, the three sisters were in absolute synchronization, absolute identical in all ways bar colouring as they marched purposefully forward.

They stopped as one entity at Lina's desk.
Then, like watching a mirror split three ways and shatter, the parallel demeanor was lost.
Geli swore, Lina blinked and Ange cried.

'@#$%ING @#$%!! Where the @#$% is it?!?!' the blue haired Angelina screamed, clutching her head.

'It-It's gone!' Ange stuttered, tears streaming down her face. 'Where did it go?!'
Lina scowled.

'I know.' she snarled. 'I know exactly where it went.' She looked murderous.
The three sisters stared at each other.

'Let's Go.' they said in unison.

 

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Sweating, Rem bit her lip and squinted at the elaborate lock in front of her. Her shaking fingers quivered with excitement and panic, and the slim twisted bit of wire her slick fingers clutched wavered over the keyhole skittishly.
She paused and wiped her brow.

Something as recalcitrant as lock picking had never had it's place in Rem's blank ticketted life, and she was finding her inexperience frustrating. Because she had a whole pack of lock picks beside her, and at least half of them were bent beyond recognition. Beside the small fold of cloth, the guitar case from before lay open.

Whenever the Manager of Heaven felt she was losing nerve or motivation, she would turn and stare long and hard at the contents of the box. Then, invariably, excitement would send skittish butterflies to her stomach and the zest to complete her mission was stoked anew. She would return to her pathetic attempts at breaking and entering with renewed alacrity.
It, she reflected, was just a matter of time before her determination paid off.

Alex, give me strength...

'So, Saverem, it was then that I was thinking, what the @#$% was I just sitting there for?! It's @#$%ing war, right? What's the goo-'

'UGGHYAAAH!!' Rem blurted, throwing up her hands, lock picks and all, into the air in her shock. As the metal cascaded down, she turned to stare at her Hellish counterpart who had just strutted in as if he'd been there for hours, heart clutched by sweating hands. 'D-D-D-Don't do that!' she managed.
Black Jack blinked his surreal lime eyes.

'What? Did I scare you?' he asked lightly.

'Scare me? You frightened the life out of me!' Rem stuttered, trying to calm her skittish nerves. Then, back tracking, she frowned. 'What are you doing here? We're at war... Remember?'
The Manager of Hell grinned.

'Yeah, I know. But fraternization with the enemy during war time is against the rules. And what the hell kind of Boss of Hell would I be if I @#$%ing followed the rules?'

'Th-This area is... Not exactly our territory.' Rem continued, motioning with a hand to their cold, metal corridored surroundings. 'How on earth did you find me?'

'I followed the scent of geraniums.' Black drawled sarcastically, folding his arms. When he recieved a not-so-amused gaze, he elaborated with, 'Nah, I just asked around. You know how suspicious it is to your average joe to see the Manager of Heaven trying to be sneaky?'

'B-B-But why?' stuttered a blushing Heaven official.

'I need to talk to you, that's why.' was the immediate retort.

'I hardly find that an excuse.' Rem replied shortly, returning her intent gaze to the lack in front of her. Her Hellish counterpart raised his eyebrows.

'What's with you?' Black Jack asked.

'Nothing. What's with you?' the amber eyed woman replied, trying, as the man himself said, to be "sneaky". Black Jack stared at her steadily, blinking slowly and pointedly.
The silence stretched on for far too long.
Smiling apologetically Rem wrung her hands. 'I'm not very good at this, am I?' she asked.

'No.' was the firm reply.

'W-What is the matter?' the tall woman asked again, earnestly. 'I geniunely am interested.' Still suspicious, but not to be detered from his original wrath, the black clad man scowled heatedly.

'This.' he snapped, waving in the general direction of everywhere. 'War. The End of the World. Better a broken toy then no @#$%ing toy at all, I say.'

'I agree... But, ah, not in so many words.' Rem agreed, returning to her lock picking.

'Damn right.' Black Jack affirmed, nodding his head. 'And I was thinking... Y'know in old literature, the Apocalypse was normally triggered by an event. The coming of the 4 horsemen, etc etc... Or, as the case may be, a comet.' Rem pursed her lips as another pick bent itself into an interesting and, evidently, unusable shape.

'Go on.' she murmured distractedly.

'So I'm thinking that there's got to be something happening to end it all on this planet. But what?' the Manager of Hell continued, frowning. 'Then I figured there's got to be a trigger. Or a key... Or something...'

Rem froze.

'Eh-It's sounds @#$%ed up, I know, but that's my guess.' Black Jack hastily concluded, straightening up and holding his hands up as a cease-fire, grinning apologetically. Heaven's representative turned, slowly, then smiled.

'Take a look in the guitar case.' she offered. The lime eyed man blinked, then did just that. And jumped.

'Hey, that's-!' he stuttered in a fluster, pointing a finger at the contents.

'That's our key.' Rem confirmed.

'Holy @#$%. What the hell will you do with it?!' Black Jack asked, rubbing the back of his neck in surprise.

'Return it to the only person I know who would take it.' Rem replied promptly. She paused, smiling in a contrite manner. 'Unfortunately, I can't seem to get past this door...'
She inhaled heavily, took a glance at the contents of the guitar case for motivation, then returned to her work.
Black Jack watched her, a compilation of unreadable expressions battling for domination. In the end, annoyance won.

'Oh @#$% this. Just let me @#$%ing break something.' he snapped, striding forward, pushing Rem along with her guitar case and lockpicks to the side, then promptly kicking the door down with enough force to send it flying from it's hinges and down the hallway beyond.
Without pause, he rammed his hands in his pockets and stalked down the newly available corridor, softly swearing to himself all the way.

Rem blinked from her sprawl by the door.
Then smiled.

Hastily closing the guitar case, the Manager of Heaven shakily swung it over one shoulder then jogged after her associate, feeling the skittish butterflies in her stomach increase ten fold.

 

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-----AUTHOR'S NOTES-----

Lynda: ^__^ HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! **pops party poppers** Wheeee!!

Kuroneko: Myaaa!!

Lynda: **is having trouble typing** I don't know why, but the completion of this chapter has me SO EXCITED!!! **jiggles in her computer seat** WAAZAAP!! **dances to shake loose energy** Goddamn! Wahoo!!
Ahem.
Well, this is very messy, but by GUM was it a relief to write! Yay for me!!
It's quarter past 3 in the morning, so I better go to sleep. And I shall be writing more soon! Wahey!! **waves** Nighty night!

Kuroneko: =^O_o^=