Vanity's Playground.

Vincent

"So," nobody in particular spoke in an exquisite bored kind of way. "He was here up until this morning when he went on his jolly old way. That correct?"

An older looking man shook his head vigorously. "Yes, I think he was heading for the north. Where, he didn't say."

"Thanks for the information, now how should I pay you-"

"Oh you don't have to pay me anything sir," the older man said too kindly, "I was just glad to help." The older man was visibly shaking, "Though if you feel that you must…"

"Oh but of course, let me grab it now." The older man looked at him greedily yet when Vincent lowered his hands for the coins something strange happened, but it happened too quickly for the man to completely comprehend it. Vincent's hand changed from just being some fleshy hand to a metal dagger, though it was still in the general shape of his hand, that the handle became his wrist, though the wrist was the same size after the change, as if it was some kind of disease. He raised it in a fraction of a second and drove it into the man's chest. The guy didn't even have time to gasp. "Yes let me give you what you deserve."

Vincent removed his hand and it looked normal though his hand was poised as if it hadn't. The older man was dead before he hit the ground; meanwhile Vincent leaned over and wiped his now bloodied hand on the dead guy's shirt so that it was an even bigger mess. There was no one else around since he had asked for them to be alone when he pulled the man off to the side. Vincent blinked and pushed open the curtain slightly that separated him from the main room of the tavern. He took a quick look around with his one eye; the other had a fancy eye patch over it, then deemed it safe and walked out of the room. The body would be found soon so it would be best to leave. No sense in killing them all.

Amieon

There was a blast of sunlight as a young man opened his eyes. "Shi-crap," he said aloud as he jumped up in a mass of flesh and clothing. His eyes darted to his surroundings to make sure nobody else was around before he would dare let out a sigh of relief. "Good," he said simply, "I'm still alone but I shouldn't linger." With that in mind he grabbed what little he had and continued on his way through the less known paths of this particular forest. But did it have to be so bloody bright? Well then again this set of woods wasn't dense at all and it was easy for light to make it through. Yet even knowing that much it didn't make him feel any better which wasn't very surprising, he was used to the cool climate in the heavens.

Yes those heavens, you know the one from the Jewish religion where God and his angels resided and if you were a good soul you could join them? Yeah you got it right. Amieon was a good angel yet for reasons he didn't completely comprehend he was marked fallen, had his wings ripped out and thrown towards the earth in the hopes that he'd soon perish. Well it didn't work that way, he was still breathing and getting along just fine. Oh who are we kidding, he wasn't just fine. Sure he was breathing and moving but there was always the threat of being spotted by bounty hunters of Heaven or Hell and being terminated. Amieon didn't particularly want to be terminated, that would suck. Now don't get all uptight just because there are Bounty Hunters from Heaven too, it's just how it works. The ones from Heaven are upheld to this righteous set of thinking and if something strayed from that line of thought it was considered evil. (Though they lightened up a little bit too in some cases) The ones from Hell just killed for the sake of killing but that didn't mean they were just some reservoir of evil. Just because you were a demon didn't mean you were the one to cause the next Great War but there were some like that. Same with Angels, just because they were angel didn't mean they were some great reservoir of kindness either though if they passed some kind of line they were out of there. Angels can fall but demons couldn't ascend, pretty depressing really. It's another one of those double-standards.

Amieon stretched out his arms and yawned not stopping in his steady pace and crashed into a tree. "Owie," he muttered detaching himself from the tree, rubbing at his face. "That hurt…" Well of course it did, how would you like crashing front first into tree? But then you probable wouldn't be that stupid, so much for this forest being spaced out.

Somebody was laughing, a woman's laughter. Where she was Amieon had yet to tell. He opened his mouth to say a 'Who's there?' but before he could make the sounds required a musical voice sounded.

A young woman gracefully appeared out of nowhere. "Just me I'm afraid." She wore a red dress that complemented her curvy body with openings to show off her skin up front. He could see her wee little belly button. She also had pretty black hair he noted; it reached past her hips and was tied into pigtails that fell onto her back loosely. "I'm sorry," she giggled, "But I just couldn't resist." She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was looking her over and deciding that she wasn't a threat.

Amieon shook his head trying to regain all of his senses, "I guess you just don't see idiots randomly hitting trees these days."

The girl couldn't help herself, through bursts of laughter and having to make sense of what she was saying she got out a, "Well if you put it that way…but I don't think you're that much of an idiot." She tried to compose herself but you could still see the laughter in her eyes.

He rolled his eyes but he didn't seem too annoyed. Without putting any thought into it he put his hands behind his head, "Not that much? So you do think I'm one. That makes me sad." She started laughing again except this time Amieon joined in.

The Prophets

"To be or not to be," Tsuki found himself pronouncing to his utter distaste. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his sister chewing on a severed leg in a bloodied mess. "Not to be most assuredly." He shook his head in disgust and sat down on a rather comfortable chair by the table that held his brother's crystal ball. It was a pretty little thing; he hated pretty things and didn't need instruments for his own gift. Granted his own gift manifested on showing him things that had to do with him which worked just fine. He didn't really care to see things about other people though he still could figure out their pasts easily enough. Dandy, fascinating, done with the flick of a finger if it took that much or just the simplest of thoughts.

"Brother," she said in an incomprehensible manor. Blood was spewing from her mouth, patches of skin hanging from her mouth. It was rather disgusting in his opinion and wasn't slow to mention it.

"Swallow first dear, I can't understand a word your saying." Which wasn't exactly true, he knew what she was getting at and she did too.

Kline spat out the meat towards the corner and swallowed the rest. She placed what was left of the severed leg beside her and crossed her arms like she crossed her legs. "You know what I'm trying to say brother. Older brother isn't here, don't know where he is and you do, where is he?"

Tsuki looked at her with inquisitive eyes speaking in that bored, dull voice of his. "Now why would you go and say that? I'm just as clueless…" He smirked at her annoyance before shaking his head slightly, allowing the unneeded gesture. "Besides, that doesn't matter, you'll know in 3, 2…Poof! Hello Tas, how was your day? I'm sure it was pleasant as usual."

The newly appeared young looking man ignored Tsuki and dropped onto a worn sofa. His eyes were closed as if he didn't need them to know what to do which was true. Tsuki had felt a burst of childishness earlier that day, to push the sofa back an inch before thinking better of it as the events played out in his mind. One Tas would know it was coming and two it was a stupid idea. Tas was blind. If he were to open his eyes would see that they were a milky once black dulled to a light gray bordering on plain white. He could see flickering lights but it was nothing compared to normal vision let alone Tsuki and Kline's enhanced vision. No matter.

Kline just glared at Tsuki, the next moment sitting next to Tas. She poked him in the arm only to get no reaction. "Tas," she said sweetly, gaining persistence. "Tas." Another pause, "Ta-AH-ss," she sounded it out for him, "Wakey, wakey sleepy head!"

Before she could even bother continuing Tas peeked open a milky eye, "What, Kline?" He asked none too kindly, "I'm not in the mood."

She puffed out her bottom lip with a frown, that childish look in her eyes. It felt like a rerun of a movie to Tsuki. "Um, um, ummmmmmm…Lemme see…PUDDING…"

"Pudding?" Tas asked in a semi-curious voice, "What's that exactly?"

She purred and leaned against him, swirling circles on his chest with her long finger nails. "A new human invention, curious really. There are all sorts of flavors and it's supposed to be tasty and all these humans are always screaming it."

"Oh…"

He would have continued but Tsuki broke into the discussion, "So now you're lowering yourself to their level, Kline?" Kline opened her mouth to speak but Tsuki continued, "Keep quiet I know what your about to say but that's not the point. You're not the brightest bulb but it's disgraceful that you'd even consider repeating their words." She glared at him as he admonished her. "Disgusting, it makes me sick."

She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it and closed it in the shape of a simple frown. Her trademark frown, as if she was thinking of something particularly frustrating or if something just didn't make sense.

"Behind you, it's stuck in the wall." Tsuki said with no interest as if he was used to this, which he was mind you. She was about to say something else but he cut in, "You hate me, got it."

Kline rolled her pretty little eyes and stood up, rather than walking she traced to where was mentioned and found what she was looking for precisely where he said it was. "Thanks," she muttered and he gave her a 'Welcome,' for the hell of it. She reached her hand into a crack on the wall and pulled out a craggy ancient skull. It was her favorite; it was from her first kill. Who knew, she was sentimental.

"Can't you get rid of that thing? Wait, I know you won't but-" he left the sentence hanging with a smirk, knowing full well that at this rate the thing would be gone either way by the next couple of centuries. It sounds like a long time but to them it truly wasn't.

"Oh shut up," she snapped, cradling the thing. She was like a little girl with her favorite doll except hers was a skull.

Senna

So now it's finally my turn, I'm probable the most important character in this story and it took this long to introduce me. Just Dandy. Let's just say my name is Senna, yes Senna and I'm that girl. You know the girl you stuck your nose up at. The one you beat down, the one you yadda yadda yadda. Yes that girl. But to be frank I don't care about that or I plan on acting that way. The fact is that I do but that's none of your concern. I'd probable kill myself if I was just like you. So yeah, its fun being different even with the extra baggage. The extra extra baggage…woohoo, I'm ecstatic. (Insert sarcastic voice)

Did I mention how special I am? Of course I did but I don't like to brag. No, of course not. I'm just stating it how it is. Let's just go with that one. How about I restart with the reintroduction. "Hi, I'm Senna. I tend to piss people off and be antisocial." You'd be antisocial too if you had to put up with what I do. Believe me; it could turn an outgoing motor mouth to Mary in the grave or into the Silence of the Lambs. (Does that have anything to do with it? Probable not…and for the record I'm bad at these comparisons, deal with it) That sentence is probable the most you'll get out of me, my second grade pronunciation not that I ever was in second grade, unless I put on a declaration of your death. Lucky you.

Anyways, I'm on the run. I'll put it bluntly, I'm already sick of telling you about me so let's just get down to business. I'm really mad, pissed off at everyone and thing. Especially at my little social group. They just love making me mad. They say it brings out the best of me. I beg to differ. I think I need anger management, not something I'd ever openly admit. Know what? Screw that. I like my short temper; it gets things done a lot faster. Back on schedule.

My little friends, emphasis on the friends, decided to 'help' me. It's too bad that their view of 'help' involves throwing me into a cage against my will; well no duh it's against my will. Anyways, that's beside the point, they do it often. I don't know how they catch me so easily but it disgusts me. They want to use me to throw a jumpstart on their sad, sad little race. Apparently I'm the only surviving female who has any relation to their species, I'm not even full-blooded. I'm an Elvin, Siasin mutt. But I'm the best they got so they had to make do. Too bad I don't care much about being used this way; I doubt you would either unless you're seriously screwed up in the head. I admit their good-looking, so am I (Like before I'm only stating the facts. I don't even like being as sexy as I am, it really sucks.), but they only use you. Maybe you like being used, maybe you're a masochist, maybe you like being trampled over, and made to feel like a fool. Seriously, that's screwed up. Remember how I said I'm the only surviving female? Yeah, that's because they killed the other girls when they got bored of them and then realized the 'Oh shit, how are we supposed to reproduce?' Great thinking boys.

"Hi, Senna." Oh great, just the person I wanted hear from. Lucivar. Why was it always him? It gets a bit stale after a while. You know, me being mad and him deciding to pay me a visit to give me a one-way ticket to hell. I'm just oozing with excitement, can't you tell?

I whipped my head around to face him; well I had to crane my head up to see him eye to eye. The guy was tall; I was a couple of inches off from reaching his shoulders. I didn't want to see him and told him so, "Go away." I didn't bother to go into details or a long speech on how much I hate him or that I'll never go willingly. He already knew that, he just didn't care. That's all there was to it.

"Mmhmm..." What kind of answer was that? Not a really good one but why should I all of people be surprised? The guy was just as antisocial as me if not worse. Okay maybe that wasn't completely true. He just wasn't the talkative type though when he dares to open his mouth to say something it almost always puts me in an even worse mood. Its like I can't get any more pissed and he always proves that I can.

He flicked his fingers and a portal appeared beside him, big enough for two. He bowed slightly, "After you, Senna," he gestured to the portal getting straight down to business with a sly grin. He wasn't very tactful; he didn't even try to smooth me into it with the slim chance of me saying 'yes.' Why no. He just goes and bows as if I was going to agree in a heartbeat, you would think he'd learn. Apparently not.

"Um, no. I hate to break it to you but I'm not going anywhere." I even said it in one breath, I was proud of myself…well sort of…Moving on.

He shrugged and the portal disappeared. He straightened his body so that he was no longer bowing and the grin vanished from his features. "Well I tried." Interesting conversation we're having here, full of death threats and long speeches of "So we meet again, I thought I had…yadda yadda yadda…Let's fight! Then we can make sorrowful confessions and become close friends!" Hate to break it to you but its not nearly as dramatic or childish…well maybe the dramatic part if it was a one time deal. But this kind of thing happened a lot, getting on with so many useless words would be a waste of breath and a way for an easy kill. There's no 'How could you's!' either, because to be frank they can. Sorry to burst your bubble.

Do you know how hard it is to hold a decent conversation with two antisocial people? Not as hard as you might think, you just hardly talked. That summed us up. I made a shooing motion at him as to say 'Great job. You tried, now you can leave and never try again." I just wasn't that lucky.

"Well," he sounded tired, "I guess I'm going to have to take you by force." Oh very original, I love the creativity going on hear. Note on the sarcasm.

I hissed at him revealing my lovely white canines, sharper than any dagger, and he didn't even bat an eyebrow. The bastard. Becoming utterly myself, my face ceased to show any emotion, to have it in plain sight was just a weakness that could be avoided. My claws showed themselves, coming out of my skin like snakes to a whole six inches and stronger than steel by like, times a hundred something. The bastard still didn't react rather he just crossed his arms and looked at me lazily. As if I wasn't already angry enough. Oooh he was in for it after this commercial break.

Amieon

"So where are you from?" He asked her in mild curiosity, the laughter finally subsiding. He wasn't exactly sure what had been so funny but he'd been laughing for a solid five minutes. Sad eh? Oh yeah, it was over him meeting the tree.

She shrugged, smiling lightly as if nothing in the world could bring her down and maybe that was true, maybe not. "Oh nowhere in particular, it's pretty far off and can be something of a legend."

He nodded, paying attention to her closely as if her input mattered, which it did but to other men it'd mean dittily squat. For some strange reason this all felt familiar, as if he'd lived this before. It was weird. "It sounds fascinating, do you ever miss it?"

"Not really though others might. It's just the same as anywhere else with a few exceptions. But," she smiled and leaned over towards him. His eyes widened in surprise when their lips met and he instantly jumped backwards.

He blinked at her as she straightened her posture, she was still smiling but there was…something different about it and was his vision beginning to blur? He blinked again, eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity to him. "Wh—" he started but he felt sick to his stomach. Amieon doubled over, hand clutching his stomach while gasping for air. The last thing he saw was Glenin, it finally dawning on him that she wasn't smiling at all rather it was a wide smirk and her eyes turned a deep red. That her face seemed unreal as if she wasn't there at all, that she was somebody else. He remembered something then, something that he didn't want to remember. Mixed in with the stuff that made him sick and that unpleasant memory, Amieon fell unconscious.

Itami aka Ita-san aka Sam aka Mori aka…(The boy-girl with no form)

Ita-san smirked at the fallen Angel, get it? Fallen Angel? He had made a funny, now isn't that just sweet?

There was no thought process as he slipped from the sexy black haired woman look to one of his favorites. It was a cross between genders, how appropriate. This appearance was extremely feminine and was dominantly female to be honest but with the exception that she/he had the smooth chest of a man, the narrow hips that women don't have. His face was pretty too, it was that of a cute boy that looked like a girl. Ita's hair was different too, rather than the once long black hair tied in pigtails it was a short sun-bleached white-blond that curved about his face in perfect unison. He looked like what he was, well sort of, which was a very attractive boy that could pass as a woman if need be depending on what clothing was worn. 'It', as in Ita aka Sam aka Mori etc, was a pretty little thing.

"Are you okay?" He puffed out his bottom lip and made a cutesy face trying to look as innocent as possible. It could have fooled even the tightest of women, or men, into thinking that Ita aka Sam was just the sweetest thing who was deeply concerned. Ita concerned? Hah! I made another funny.

The 'boy' leaned over and grabbed a random pointed stick that was lying on the ground. He stood up, inspected it, and put it into action. "Hey," he said aloud in a pretty voice, as he was obsessed with pretty things, "Get up," Ita then proceeded with prodding Amieon with the stick in an assortment of places. "You're no fun! But…" he paused driving in the stick hard, smiling again, "At least I know your out for the count. Who knew you could fall for something so stupid; I mean the woman is already dead. You of all people should know this, well you AND me…" The boy-girl simply shrugged, shaking his white-blond hair knowing that it fell perfectly back into place. "Oh well, lets go." He said to nobody in particular, not caring in the least that neither Amieon nor anybody else could hear him.

Ita tried to snap the stick in half with one hand and when he found that it didn't break got frustrated and tried to with both hands. When it still didn't do so much as creak he threw it at the nearest tree hoping that it'd break on impact, that that'll teach it but the stick only went an inch before dropping to the ground. "Damn fu-," he broke out into a frustrated growl, clutching his fists trying to calm down. It didn't help.

It a couple of minutes before Ita just rolled his eyes in annoyance and tried to lift Amieon and found that he couldn't. "Oh great, just great. Today's my lucky day," he made a face when he recalled Tsuki telling him what a great day he would have. He hated him, not that he didn't hate all of them already, but he just hated him more. Okay maybe he didn't hate all of them, he liked two of them. The rest he hated.

Dimitries

There was utter silence as his feet treaded the halls, no rather they glided. His face showed no emotion, black eyes looking almost dull above the fierceness and maliciousness beneath. He went by many names like the older of his kind though his titles were a bit different to all but a few; he was the only one surviving that's permitted to be called the 'Dark Lord', 'His Imperial Viciousness', 'Lord', 'Mister Mucky Trouble'(Though that one ended pretty fast), and occasionally his given name, Dimitires.

"Its time to pay a visit to the Prophets," he said aloud in a dead voice not caring if somebody was listening. He vanished a moment later.

Senna

Okay let's get back on track. You missed me right? Of course you did. Anyhow before you last checked in I was in the biggest battle of my life saying everything that had ever ailed me. Notice anything wrong with that sentence? I do. For one it isn't the biggest battle of my life, I've had bigger and badder ones so this one just blended in as 'stale'. As for the second issue there were no lengthy speeches of my every ail, on the contrary I've said close to null. Perhaps it was null, who's here to judge?

Back to the program, if you change the channel (What IS a channel anyways?) I think I'm going to kill you instead of Lucivar. If that's not enough to keep you here I'll throw in onions. Wait that didn't come out right, but no matter its not important anyhow. Alright I'm just going to get down to business before I get off task...again. Not that I mind...wait, yes I do. Anyways.

So Lucivar. He was just standing there with his arms crossed with this bored look on his face. It aggravated me. I mean I was all serious with the claws and the fangs but he acted like I was still some child, well buddy I had news for you. I wasn't. It was a fact that I'm probable going to have to rub into his snobby little face.

It didn't take very long until I flung myself at him, claws stretching towards him looking for some flesh. "Sorry," he said smoothly, "I don't feel the same way." He simply traced behind me, his posture unchanging. When I attacked behind myself at him he simply traced again out of reach. "I can do this all day."

I made a sound that resembled a hiss, eyes narrowing at him. "That's cheating." If your mind didn't process what that statement was intended for it was the fact that he traced every single time I was about to make contact. It wasn't fair. Life isn't fair. It just sucks. Oh, for your information tracing is the ability to appear and reappear anywhere of your choosing so basically its just teleporting. An ability his kind had which was frustrating and annoying. The only necessity is that you have to have a clear knowledge of where you're going, the easiest way of doing that is to have been at the place before recently because you never know when a building might magically appear. Its happened before. If you have no clue what's actually there there's an eighty percent chance of being torn to shreds, a fifteen percent chance of either not being able to trace at all or appear in nothingness, and a five percent chance of actually making it. Are you willing to take on the odds? I'm not, I value my life.

There was a tapping noise and I searched for the source. It didn't take long to realize it was his foot, tapping in impatience and was the only sign I got of his agitation. I guess I wasn't much entertainment, suits me just fine. He should be bored witless, that way I can make an elegant escape. But then again him being bored of interesting, little old me kind of pissed me off too.

The Prophets plus one very important man

Kline was sitting in her corner again with the ancient skull set down next to her in a careful manner. Blood was pouring out of her mouth as well as bits of skin. She was back to eating the severed leg, savoring every bite. Tsuki only scoffed her to show his obvious displeasure. Where Tas continued to sit on the couch in an uncaring manor, eyes shut to the world about him.

That's the setting to which Dimitries materialized in. That and Tsuki giving the casual 'Hi,' right before adding with a smug expression, "Your Imperial Muckiness" only to be ignored. Of course he already knew that he'd be ignored as well as Dimitries next actions. Yet for some strange reason he found it hard to predict everything the man would do but it was to be expected seeing that he IS the strongest of them all yet that didn't mean Tsuki would clue him in.

Dimitries stared at the bunch slightly annoyed at their general attitude towards his arrival. They should be groveling at his feet like everybody else but they had this superiority issue that seemed to make them think they were his equal. No rather they thought that they were better than him, an issue that needed to be righted. No matter. It'd have to wait.

He looked at them with his permanently crimson red eyes, the coldness unmatched. "You already know why I'm here," he said in a matter of fact manor, "but I'm going to explain it to you anyways so there are no misunderstandings." His eyes flickered at Kline, "Got it?"

"Oh yes your Imperial Muckiness," Tsuki said smugly. He crossed his legs and clasped his hands and looked at his 'Lord' in a mocking attentive manor. "Oh please my good Lord! Enlighten my nonexistent soul!" Dimitries only glared at him, Tsuki was probable his least favorite out of the lot of them with Kline right next to him, both for different reasons. He didn't have much of an opinion of Tas other than he would be very dead if he didn't have such a useful gift and the other two would be put in their places. He smirked at the thought.

Dimitries opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Tsuki, "You want us to tell you what's going on with your kiddo's, got it.," and was rewarded with a seething cold look from Dimitries. "I'll get it if I don't shut it. Got it."

Now Dimitries wasn't an easy man to anger and he wasn't angry at Tsuki just…annoyed. The 'Prophet' needed to be put in his place as soon as possible. And guess what? As soon as possible was right now. In the next moment with barely a flicker of movement a thin thread of lightening erupted from his fingertips at Tsuki's heart. Tsuki didn't even react rather he just traced into the corner as if he knew what was going to happen. Yet that wasn't the end of it, the bolt of power didn't crash into the wall rather it followed him to his hiding spot.

"You're so nice to me Milord." His voice was scathing but nobody reacted. He rolled his eyes seeing that there was no other action before turning slightly. The bolt hit him in his arm. "Something to show the grandbabies," he remarked.

There was absolutely no sound, everybody but those two were forgotten. Thinking it was now or never Kline jumped up and screamed, "MUFFINS!" before falling to the ground laughing. Nobody found it funny, though Tas did grin, and they just stared at her. When their cold glares were registered, primarily Dimitries and Tsuki, she stopped laughing and looked at them with a shy expression. "Meepers Creepers," she murmured softly.

Tsuki turned his attention to their Lord, "Ignore her Milord, she's just a tad bit messed up in the head. In need of desperate counseling that I know she won't get. That and she has been studying humans lately."

"It's not that bad…" Tas piped in, "Once you get used to tuning the majority of what she says out."

"TAS!" Kline wasn't amused, "You mean to say-?"

"Yes." He shrugged falling back into silence after his next sentence. "Anyways, The Dark Lord was speaking so let him speak." The only clue that he was actually listening to what was going on, you never knew when he was or wasn't listening.

"Thank you for your input," Dimitires said to Tas, it sounded unattached and that it meant absolutely nothing. Which was absolutely true, isn't that nice? "Now for the reason why I'm here, are you listening?" Three heads nodded suddenly acting semi-serious. "I want you to check in on a couple of my subjects to make sure their doing their jobs. That includes the twins as you already know."

"Been there done that," Tsuki only shrugged, the pain in his arm forgotten. "The pup is fetching the kitten. The brat got the Angel but is having trouble moving it and a little girl is giving me a headache."

"Could you be more vague?" It was Tas who spoke up, sightless eyes looking in Tsuki's general direction. "You could have said that the pup was the boy, the kitten was the girl, the brat who knows, the Angel is the man, and the little girl is just the little girl." He shrugged as if he'd made it any simpler.

"Um I'm confused." It was Kline that time, big surprise.

"Okay." Tas was speaking so slowly and clearly that a child would understand. "The pup boy is Lucivar, the kitten girl is Senna, the genderless brat is a genderless brat, the Angel equals what's his face, and the little girl is just a little girl. Deal with it." He paused before adding, "Isn't that right Tsuki?"

"Ah huh," Tsuki replied distracted by some unknown. "Anyways, anything else you need Milord of Dark Closets."

If Dimitries was a child he would of rolled his eyes and had a fit. But he ignored the remarks. If it was anyone else he wouldn't have put up with it and killed them on the spot. An organization couldn't have such minor distractions.

It didn't matter, little did. He didn't even say goodbye as he vanished without a trace leaving the Prophets to amuse themselves. The man had left just in time to hear one of them, must likely Tsuki, saying that their 'majesty' needed to lighten up or something along those lines. In a moment he'd be back on the battlefield praying not to get too bored.

Lucia Von Strangle

Oh what a lovely day! I mean the dreary rain just screams smiling children enjoying the great outdoors. Obviously you do not know Lucia or much of anyone for that matter. It had begun to rain less than an hour ago and was heavy enough to suspend any travel in its fury. Why how grand, how fun, oh how much of a drag.

Off to the corner tucked inside a small cave sat a little girl with blonde curls. She had her arms wrapped around her small body trying desperately to keep warm. It obviously wasn't working very well seeing that she was shivering something vicious.

That didn't matter overly much though, she had already figured as she reached for her stuffed bunny. The stuffed bunny was a cute little thing if you ignored the rips and tears and the fact that it's a mess. At one time it might have been of the purest white with blue lavender frills and red ribbons. The beady black eyes seemed to have dulled and one ear was missing its tip but she still loved it devotedly. The bunny even had a name. Do you have any guesses? Captain Terror? Fluffaluffigous? Mr. Cherry Green? Well you have an idea even though you're utterly wrong. It's, or his, name is Mister Fluffy Terror or Mister Fluffy Bunny or just Malodor. Though she has called him Milufer or Mal for short, she was always changing his or her name.

"Hello Mister Fluffy Bunny, how are you today?" She asked it in her sweet little girl voice. She leaned against the damp cave wall holding it close to her as if it was enough to warm her body. There was the imagined reply, 'Why just dandy dear Lucia.' She smiled, "Oh you're lying it's full of rain."

Her eyes wondered into the cave, into its depths as if she could see all of its secrets. Which to be honest she couldn't. She couldn't see a fist in front of her face when it came down to it. To put it simply her eyesight sucked but she was never slow to notice her arch nemesis. The itsy bitsy spider, speak of the devil.

No, really. Speaking of the devil here he came on all eight legs, body all slimy and orange with a brown polka dot on top. Lucia's eyes widened, mouth opening in a silent scream. She couldn't move. When the poisonous spider reached her foot she really did scream. Her scream was loud enough to pierce thunder.

The Boy-Girl with no form

He had long since given up on trying to budge the Fallen Angel, remember the fallen joke? Hah. He still found it absolutely hilarious. It didn't matter overly much as it had started to pour down rain. That disturbed him. It was as if the heavens were crying for the miserable man he had knocked out. Why would they cry for him of all people? They WERE the ones who had kicked him out in the first place. Not that Ita'd know anything about it; of course he wouldn't, seeing that it was before his time.

Ita was mauling over this as he sat under a tree that offered him some protection against the rain. Amieon was lying in the middle of it soaking wet, he was going to die from a cold now. The boy just yawned and his eyes started to close. For some strange reason he felt the need to sleep. Strange…he didn't need sleep. It didn't matter though for as soon as his eye fluttered closed he heard a high pitched scream from somewhere nearby.

Vincent

Bored eyes studied the muddied ground looking for signs of passage. There were none left to find as the rain washed them away. Yet it didn't erase a face plant in one of the trees and the heavy stones arranged for a fire. For all of Vincent's lack of interest this hunt was boring for the ex-angel was easy to track. What he could not understand was why he hadn't located the Fallen Angel yet, it didn't make any sense especially when tracking an idiot.

He looked around but if there was any other evidence it was probable already gone. In all of his expertise he missed the body covered in mud and water.

Lucia

She couldn't stop screaming. It was her arch nemesis! Her eyes were so wide and sweat was pouring from her brow. "Save me bunny!" her high pitched scream unfaltering even as it turned into words. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped screaming, her voice had gone hoarse and she couldn't even whisper a 'no.'

The spider on the other hand just looked at her exquisitely for it hadn't budged from its spot on the cave floor. This was NOT a reaction it foresaw and to be honest it was hoping that she wouldn't notice it at all. Well, we can't always get what we want. "Are you done screaming bloody murder yet?" It asked sweetly whilst rubbing two of its eight arms together.

It…it…talked. The spider talked. "W-w-whaa?" Lucia blurted, it was the best she could do under these circumstances. "Y-your talking…spiders don't talk…or atleast I don't THINK they do…" Her voice was shaking and was hard to hear after that screaming fest.

"We do, we just don't." It said bluntly, moving closer to her. "But you humans are sooooooo boring; I mean you're clueless on webs." It shrugged as much as a spider could. The itsy bitsy spider didn't even have time to listen to Lucia's hoarse response as his body tensed. A moment later it went back to being a normal old spider, if normal is how we see it, and climbed up a wall.

"Eh?" Was the smartest thing she could say towards the unknown. She was still pretty freaked out but she was in the process of calming herself down. So much for that idea. She saw something scarier than the itsy bitsy spider. I-it was an it, yes an it. Oh how original was she?

There were two pairs of the blackest eyes one could imagine matched up with an impeccable face. It was supposed to be like that, obviously, but it somehow seemed unnatural. The thing had short blond hair and its gender was male…or was it female? It boggled the mind. Then the thing said in a grave manor the simplest of words, "Yo."

Senna

Hello again loves, today's forecast is slight insanity, bloodlust, and we mustn't forget that heads are going to go rolling. Back to you Tom! Now let's get back to the ball game, currently the Lucivarians are winning 10 to 1 against the Sennicans. If you placed your bid on the Lucivarians then you're going to have a big smile when you cash it in tonight. Now let's show you the replays.

Oh gee thanks, your input was much needed. It cheered me up sooooooo much. Can't you just SEE how much it made me happy? Hah. Very funny. Know what's even funnier? Yeah you have it; the fact that Lucivar is actually beating me, me!, again and he was still tapping his foot in utter boredom. Yayyyyyyy.

The tapping conveniently continued even as he yawned. Now that's where I draw the line. I didn't particularly LIKE to be mocked. Ever. Period, the end. Granted, I let him get away with it up until this point so that's my fault. But I'm drawing the line right now so deal with it.

"I hate you." Oooh I think I got my point across. My voice was pretty hoarse with a stratchy tone to it. The after effects of my schizophrenia were finally kicking in. Joy. It almost sounded like the playful 'I hate you' too and it was NOT playful in any means necessary.

He grinned, "I know you do love, I hate you too." Except he did sound playful and it was obvious that it was meant. "But, alas, we must be going. I can't hate you all day. I have a lot to do."

More to do than handle moi? That's just not nice, how can you decide that 'I'll handle her right now then go out to lunch nine sharp.' He was underestimating me and maybe he had a right to. I needed to get back in the ballgame, in the worst kind of way. Besides, I think I heard my tummy grumble over that short talk of food.

"Well what do you know!" I said rather happily or as happy as I could be. "I have a lot to do too," I tried to think of something but my mind came up as a blank, "This is an utter convenience, so I'll just be going so we both can go on our jolly old way."

Lucivar held up his gloved hand, which by the way was new. "Nice try girlie but small talk isn't going to get you anywhere." He sighed, dropping his hand. "C'mon, let's go, there's no need for you to get hurt. If you refuse I'll get serious."

I made a face at him and stuck out my tongue, "Yeah, right." Now that I thought of it I think this was the biggest conversation we've ever had. It usually consists of 'Time to go,' with the 'No way!' response. "I just got out of there; I'm not going back even if I get killed."

There was this grim smile on his face as he lost the light in his eyes. I felt cold all over and something inside me seemed to drop down into my depths. His voice was grim too; it made me worry which I didn't feel often. "That can be arranged."

It all happened in a moment; I had no time to react as I heard the words come from his mouth and the claws at my back. I turned my head just enough to see the blood squirt out as his claws racked down my back ripping everything upon contact. I staggered forward in shock. I'm sure you people imagine that I don't feel pain and can then do a big fancy move and that I'm just plain used to it. But I do feel real pain. I can feel my skin being pierced and certainly I can feel shock from it and I'll tell you what, when you're in pain the first thing you think of is not your ultimate move. I'm not going to go schizophrenic either.

My hands clutched futilely at my stomach even though it was my back that got injured. I tried to say something but found out that I couldn't say a word. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Lucivar standing there but he wasn't laughing rather it was as if he was wearing a mask that was devoid of emotion. Again I tried to speak but I only heard air. He didn't speak either. It was like the good old times if there's such a thing when neither of us spoke.

I closed my eyes and again tried to speak and again found that I could not. My back hurt like you wouldn't believe. It didn't help overly much that I started to feel woozy and lose my balance. There was a hacking sound, aha it was me! The first sound I've made in a while but it wasn't a pretty sound. There was blood on my face and I didn't know why. It ran down my chin and onto my shirt. "W-wh-wh-wha…wh-wh-wh-why…" Aha another sound that was not a cough, shaky but still a sound.

"I told you," his voice was hard, "That if you refused, I'd get serious but I lied. I only need to be ten percent to overpower you and still be at ease." Lucivar wore a smirk at that moment. It did not fit him. I watched as he reappeared in front of me this time but his claws weren't out stretched as he punched me in the stomach. I stumbled forward not noticing his hand hitting me below the neck as I fell into the too familiar blackness never knowing that I was tossed onto his shoulder vanishing into a nowhere that I wish didn't exist.

Lucia

"Oh I'm sorry," the thing said in a sweet-ish grave manner that was all its own. "Did I interrupt something?" The it looked her up and down noting her every aspect, not like THAT mind you but to see what she was capable of if anything at all.

Lucia made a 'meep' kind of sound and the it found it rather cute. The it was on its tippy toes with its knees together and brought up near its chest. The its arms were thrown loosely over its knees and it was as if it were gently rocking itself with a simple grin in play. But….this 'it' needed a name, like, now. It was getting confusing with all of the its.

She had a couple good breaths so she was now user friendly, "W-whats your name and what are you?" Her voice started shaky but she said rather bluntly what was on her mind. Then, with that said, she crossed her arms and looked at him with inquisitive eyes with the traces of a smile on her young face.

The It grinned mischievously and stood up. "Why I can answer both of those questions with only nine words. I can be whoever you want me to be." The It winked and leaned towards her in an almost cute manner.

It took only a moment. One second Lucia was staring at a cross-gender and the next she was looking at herself. "W-wha?!" It was becoming her favorite line, her catch phrase, seeing as it was the only thing that ever came out of her mouth. It wasn't even productive. "I-its m-"

"You?" Her own voice interrupted her; it was rather freaky if you asked her…nobody was asking though.

"Um, yes. How'd you know?" She arched an eyebrow in utter confusion trying to act calm and collected when she really wasn't. In the meantime she was biting her inner lip to prevent herself from saying something stupid and lose that 'cool' appearance. Oh the vanity, when she had nothing to lose but the last itsy bitsy shred of dignity she had left if any at all.

The it, yes we're still using the it word, winked and touched her nose with its finger that looked and felt like her own. It felt weird and no she wasn't referring to the it-thing. It REALLY needed a new name. Like pronto. The it shall be dubbed…dubbed…dubbed Mittens. Yes Mittens, it was cute and cuddly like her and the it or Mittens had her face right now. Besides it was the only thing she could think of due her own lack of imagination at the moment.

The it…no MITTENS…winked at her and said sweetly, "Why I have this uncanny ability to just know these things." Ohhhh real smooth considering he read minds.

She bit her lip so hard that she wondered if it was going to bleed. Oh spoke too fast there, she tasted it in her mouth. It made her bite even harder which DIDN'T help because now her lip really hurt and was by now bleeding freely. Real smooth there Lucia. Real smooth.

Now the i-Erm Mittens smelled something, something that he/she liked and as to the fact that he/she was already pretty much nose to nose to her it was pretty easy to catch. There was a red glint in his/her eyes when a snakelike tongue slipped between his lips and into hers to get at that taste. Now keep in mind that Ita still looked like Lucia and it was weird. VERY weird.

Lucia blinked at the her with blood red eyes, immobile with her shock. She would of tried an 'um' but that doesn't work when something has a snake-like tongue in your mouth not knowing WHAT their doing when it's only for your blood.

"Oh dear, what do we have here?" A voice said out of nowhere making Ita jump back faster than as if he was on fire. (Or something like that) There was a tapping on the ground from the movement of feet approaching them. Ita didn't have the sound of mind to change his shape or wipe the bit of blood that made it to the sides of his lips when he drew back his tongue in the rush.

Lucia's eyes widened at the handsome young man who was only a few feet away from them in a clean black suit; a suit that should be messy from the dirt and mess of their surroundings. He was like an angel in their midst yet his face didn't hold any angelic expression; no it was more like a coldness that chilled her even more than her surroundings. She felt real fear towards that man, felt it to her core.

It was as if he knew that fear for his cold black eyes locked onto her. He pushed up his glasses in a refined kind of way as if to mock her. "Hello darling," he said smoothly, "I see you've met the thing, not that I didn't already know that." The handsome man smiled at her but it was more like a smirk that screamed that he looked down on her and that he was so much better than she'd ever be.

"Ita. Not thing." By now Mittens, no Ita, looked up at the man defiantly with her face. She couldn't understand why he/she even bothered to say anything at all to this fearsome man let alone have the very nerve to continue using her face to do it.

"Now just why did I have the feeling that you were going to say that?" He looked off to the side at that point and said something under his breath. In that moment a man in informal attire appeared. "Tas," He said simply, "I knew you were coming too."

Tas just looked at him, or in his general direction, with a look that said 'Good for you.' Then, with that said, he rolled his blind eyes and faced Lucia and Ita. "Hello kiddos as you already, or soon to, know I'm Tas. The too good for life off to my side, I think that's where he is, is Tsuki though he'd probably prefer you calling him 'My Good looking, intelligent, and oh-powerful Master' but I'd just stick with Tsuki whether he likes it or not."

"You know," Ita said, "I just simply don't care."

Kline

"Tas? Taaasssssssssssss...where areeeeeeeeee you?" There was a pause right before she screamed, "COME ON OUT YOU STINKING BUM-" and got promptly interrupted. She then, at that point, started running and tracing all over the place.

End. Next segment starts with Lucivar.

A/N: I'm re-uploading Vanity's Fair as you can tell. I've added all of the finished chapters so its not cut off thus the reason why Lucivar's chapter is gonna be in the next update whenever that is since its still being written. ANYWAYS there won't be another update for a while due to lack of time, its written at the end of computers at school, and the fact that it could use some brainstorming. Reviews are very appreciated. I need all the help I can get whether you write a lot or a little. You can even just say 'its good' or 'its bad' since I'm out for opinions. Though if you don't like it tell me why, if possible, so I can improve it enough so you would like it. Well, ciao for now.