Katana had just come out of the bathroom clad in a long thin silky nightgown she was working a brush through her long hair. The hair gleamed wetly against her exposed shoulder. Kayura was laying back on her bed, with her arms folded under her head and staring up at the ceiling. She had on a pair of dark blue pajama pants with a white tank top. Kayla was sitting on her bed with her legs folded in, toward her, and hugging a panda plushy to her chest. Odin was sitting in a chair. Katana paused in door way then quickly moved to her bed and had a seat on the edge of it. She looked to Odin who suddenly looked older then usual, and tired.
“Odin are you okay?” Katana asked hesitantly. She wasn’t sure if she should be voicing this. He glanced at her sharply a moment and kept his eyes on her a long moment.
“I’m fine.” He finally said in a brisk voice. Kayura looked over at Katana and gave her a strange look. One that said don’t be stupid, and also yes I see it too. Kayla averted her eyes.
“Okay so what do we know now? That the demons are finally trying to band together to capture us.”
“Also that the Angels know about this…..” Kayla interjected. Odin looked at her and a small smile appeared.
“Yes, and why would they not step in?” Odin asked her.
“Because the Demons will start to turn on one another killing themselves off….” Katana said softly.
“Exactly!” Odin exclaimed.
“So what ?” Kayura asked.
“So….we need to decide how to handle this….”
“Same way we always do Odin. Go in and kick some a**.” Was Kayura’s response in the same emotionless tone. Odin looked at her.
“The Angels are waiting for them to start fighting amongst themselves so they can swoop in and claim the prize.”
“Yes, we know that. So we let them think we don’t know, so they are caught off guard when we attack back.”
“This doesn’t seem right….How did that demon know all this? He was a low ranked demon. The lack of markings proved that. I smell a set up.” Kayla chimed in. It was rare for her to contribute to these little meetings. She normally kept everything to herself until she was sure. So the others looked at her expecting something good, and invaluable to them.
“Well I was thinking there has been a lot of attacks lately.”
“Duh!” Came from an annoyed Kayura. Kayla rolled her eyes.
“Organized attacks, frequent. All seemingly random. But what if they weren’t random. What if they were being organized by someone else.”
“Like who?”
“Like a very clever ambitious leader. Or a pissed off banned Angel….”
It had been a few days since any real battles. It was as if the Demons and Angels had finally lost interest, but that was impossible. They had been after these girls for about 20 years now. Too long to just quit. They obviously hoped to lure the girls into a sense of security then attack when they thought the Mystics would least expect it..
Little did they know Kayura had used this time off to make up about thirteen different battle pans and buy four new weapons. Kayla used this unexpected break to research and follow different trends that were appearing in the attacks. Katana is typical Katana fashion had used this time to shop, go out on dates and other things that Kayura did not approve of.
Katana came in with seven bags and dropped them on her bed. She immediately began pulling things from the bags. Kayura watched her. After Katana pulled out what must have been the fifth corset she placed her hands on her hips.
“Katana do you ever by proper clothing?” She asked as she eyed the thin plum colored silk blouse her sister and just pulled from a bag.
“Hmmm? Oh. Well this is the type of stuff I wear.”
“Call girl clothes…” Kayla snickered from behind her computer though tried to cover it with clearing her throat loudly.
“They are not call girl clothes!”
“Well their not proper clothing.”
“What do you want? For me to dress like you? In jeans all the time!”
“Oh please! Even your jeans aren’t proper jeans!” She said as she yanked a few from her sister’s part of the closet and held up the super low rise fitted jeans then tossed them at Katana.
“Stop that! Those are Express jeans!” Katana screamed as she caught the jeans that were flying at her.
“Who cares?! Why don’t you do something useful! You know something that doesn’t involve you blowing all our money on designer or slut clothing!” Katana looked at Kayura her eyes filling with tears.
“Why are you always so mean to me?!” She screamed then dumped her clothes on the bed and ran out of the room. Kayla remained silent and followed Katana. She would no doubt be crying in the bathroom. Kayura was just in a nasty mood. She was anxious and tired of this waiting game.
 Chastity Riddle · Tue Jan 30, 2007 @ 05:44am · 0 Comments |
