Part Three: It Comes In Threes
ôYou know what I donÆt like Japan?ö
Eloise sighed at the all too familiar Cockney accent of their one male companion and looked at the tall, slim form dressed all in black with an ever present loli-pop between full lips. His dark green hair fell in his face and harmonized with his glowing crimson eyes. With his high cheekbones, sharp features, and long black coat Ethan looked very much the part of the lovable rogue he liked to play.
Eloise asked, ôWhat donÆt you like about Japan, Ethan?ö
ôItÆs full of bad food, crowded, and old men try to look up my skirt,ö a small, high pitch voice replied. Eloise looked at the pouting face framed by large, glossy chestnut curls with giant eyes the same crimson that both Eloise and Ethan sported. She was dressed in a pink romper dress clutching a teddy bear with one arm and she stood all of a meter and less than a third of one tall. Eden was the third member of their little trinity and bore the body of a ten year old girl.
And Eloise thought that White Knight Svelten was the only pedophile Dead Apostle running around, but then again he was only the most famous. Besides, he hunted little boys, not little girls like Eden had been. Eden didnÆt speak much of the Dead Apostle who had bit her, other than she had a rather pretty singing voice. Which meant either the Dead Apostle was a lesbian pedophile or had a very disturbing Mommy Complex.
Ethan pulled the bright red confection from his lips, leaving a glossy pink trail behind and smiled. He waved the sucker at the diminutive vampire and said, ôWell you can fix that by wearing pants, Eden.ö
ôI donÆt like wearing pants,ö Eden said as she thrust out her bottom lip and tossed her hair. She then frowned up at Ethan and said, ôI want a lolly too. Please give me one.ö
ôSince you asked so nicely, little love,ö Ethan said with a grin as he pulled a brightly wrapped stick of candy from his duster.
Crimson eyes widened, dimples flashed and tiny fangs were displayed as the small hand reached up to take the candy. Eloise watched as Eden plucked the wrapper from it, revealing a large orb of bright green on the white cardboard stick. Eden asked, ôIs it lime or apple?ö
ôApple. Not much into limes myself,ö Ethan said before sliding the glistening drop of red between his own lips in an almost obscene gesture.
Eloise sighed and said, ôEthan, you never answered what you donÆt like about Japan.ö
ôItÆs full of the Japanese,ö Ethan said with a grin.
Eden was taking small, kittenish licks of her candy before looking up at Ethan. She frowned and said in a stern voice, ôThatÆs racist, Ethan.ö
ôYes it is,ö Eloise said with a smile as she stroked the child fiendÆs thick curls which was rewarded with more flashing dimples and smiles as Eden leaned into her hand. ôI think this is an opportune hunting ground. The Second OwnerÆs away in London, which means that meddling Wizard wonÆt be lurking around, and most importantly Lord Makari lives here.ö
ôThe Worm Magus?ö Eden said with a tiny frown as her adoring laps were paused.
Ethan snorted, ôIÆve heard of him. Why would he help us? And isnÆt there that member of the Church that was here. Heard he was a scary bloke who could use Black Keys and everything.ö
ôDead as a doornail,ö Eloise said with a smile, ôHe was killed by one of the Masters in the Fifth Grail War.ö
Eden frowned and said, ôThis could be dangerous, Eloise.ö
ôOr could be a lot of fun if thereÆs no one watching the town,ö Ethan said with a grin, ôPlus the Japanese are a lot of perverts right? Might have some other fun than just feeding around here.ö
Eden stamped her small foot and scowled up at Eloise. She said, ôYou know how hard it is finding virgins in a country full of perverts?ö
ôThatÆs why we have Eloise,ö Ethan said with a smile as he clinched his sucker between his teeth, ôYou know she can route them out one way or another.ö
Eloise smiled and said, ôI always find what I want.ö As far as mystical talents go, it wasnÆt particularly impressive as what Ethan and Eden could do, but it was quite useful. She could find anything she wanted with very little concentration, but if she pushed herself she could have what she wanted come to her. It was what made them work so well. She could find or attract what she wanted, Ethan was excellent at defense, and Eden . . . well children could be cruel, couldnÆt they?
The three of them continued to walk the streets of Fuyuki City until they reached a road filled with western style homes. A tall, imposing home stood at the top of the hill like a lone sentinel despite it wasnÆt the largest house on this block. Yet Eloise could sense the power radiating from that place and made a note not to go there.
ôWell, weÆre here,ö Eloise said as she pointed to the lavish mansion that could compare with some of the ones from their home country of England. The place was dark as a tomb and there wasnÆt any motion inside of it, but from what she had heard of Makari Zouken it wasnÆt much of a surprise.
She walked up to the door and politely knocked on it. The three of them stood at the door for countless moments as they waited. There was a loud crunch before Ethan said, ôLooks like no oneÆs home.ö
ôWe canÆt stay out here forever, Eloise,ö Eden said, a shrill edge sharpening her voice as she looked around.
A delicately earthy scent with a copper tang drifted past EloiseÆs nostrils. The three turned at once to a young man with wavy blue hair and odd, misty blue eyes. The teenagerÆs eyes widened before a smile crossed his face as his eyes traveled over Eloise. His nose was swollen and red, as if someone hit it lately.
He asked, ôMay I help you?ö
ôI hope so,ö Eloise said with a slight bow, knowing the Japanese ate that sort of thing up, ôWeÆre looking for Makari Zouken.ö
The smile fell from the boyÆs face and he pulled something from the dull earthen tone clothing he was wearing. He said, ôCome in.ö
******
There were two things the man formerly known in mythology as C¨ Chulainn and currently going by Lancer knew. The first one was battle from the joy of a good fight to knowing just how to use his body to win. The second one was women. He had many lovers in his past ever since the tender age of twelve.
He liked the chase. The more he had to work for a woman the better it was in the end. He chuckled to himself as he remembered all he had to go through to be with Emer, but she had been worth it. She was also rather forgiving despite the fact he had a wandering eye and more. She was content that he always came back to her no matter whoÆs bed he had been in. Which was quite a few, he thought with a grin.
Lancer was waiting between the school and where he had found out where Ayako had lived by pestering wee Rin. He had found out from the Three Track Girls when practices ended and reasoned a good time for Ayako to make her way home. He had the night off and there wasnÆt anything better to do around here. Besides, he wanted to make amends for their botched first date then go stab that Greek wench about twenty times with GaÞ Bolg.
He heard footsteps approaching and leapt from his fence top perch. Amber eyes widened at the figure landing nimbly before her. Lancer smiled as his eyes raked over AyakoÆs womanly form in her school clothing. Her eyes narrowed, her body tensed and she walked past him with a harshly spat, ôGo the hell away.ö
ôWait, lass,ö Lancer said with a smile as he fell in step with her.
She glared and retorted, ôI donÆt want to talk to you. So go to hell.ö
ôIÆd rather not, maybe I want to talk to you,ö Lancer replied.
She spun around to face him, her eyes narrowed and her lips a narrow line. One finger was pointed at his chest as she said in a low voice, ôYou can go chase someone elseÆs skirt. And you know what? Other than school I donÆt like wearing them.ö
ôShame, youÆve got lovely legs,ö Lancer said with a shrug.
Her eyes narrowed even more as she said, ôI bet you said that to Rider too.ö
ôHey, I met Rider before I met you. Besides, she was keeping company with that Matou punk and not too willing about it,ö Lancer said with a shrug, ôFigured IÆd offer her a better bit of company. I was right rejected, but I like to look into a womanÆs eyes as I take her.ö
Ayako placed one hand on her hip and said in that same low voice, ôShe wears glasses.ö
ôShe was wearing a blindfold when I met her,ö Lancer said as he rubbed the back of his head.
Ayako sighed, threw up her hands and said, ôI donÆt want to hear about this or any kinky sex games that you and Rider played. You know what, you two deserve each other.ö She started walking again, her gait and her shoulders stiff.
Sighing, Lancer reached out and caught her by the arm. Her head snapped back fast enough to cause her hair to brush against her cheeks to catch up. Amber eyes looked down at the offending hand before meeting his again. She said, ôLet me go.ö
ôNot until you hear me out,ö Lancer said as he looked at her.
She jerked her arm and retorted, ôI donÆt want to hear you out.ö
He sighed then noticed her knuckles were red. Tilting his head, he lifted her hand closer so he could inspect it. He smiled and said, ôWell, someone got under your skin tonight.ö
ôIt was Shinji. He was running his mouth and I couldnÆt stand it,ö Ayako said as she raised her other hand to cover the tale tell marks. A faint flush colored pale cheeks as a small tongue snuck out to moisten dry lips. The sight was enough to send a shot of pure need through Lancer as he took a deep breath. He drew her close and she looked up at him with wide eyes as their bodies were almost touching.
He said, ôYou did a good thing then. That wanker deserved what you did and more.ö
ôI should punch you,ö she said with a frown as the blush intensified.
Lancer smiled and said, ôIf itÆll make you feel better than do so.ö He dropped her arm and held out his hands to the side with a smile. He tilted his head and said, ôGo on, pretty vixen. Take a lick at me.ö
ôOkay, that just sounded wrong,ö Ayako said with wide eyes as she continued to turn a multitude of lovely shades.
He threw back his head with a laugh and said, ôYou were the one who twisted my words, Ayako. Now if you want to take a lick at me IÆd be more than happy to return the favor.ö
ôGod youÆre really perverted, you know that,ö Ayako said with a shake of her head.
He grinned and said, ôI come by it honestly, but if itÆll make you feel more at ease go ahead and give me a good hard blow.ö
ôAck!ö Ayako cried as she placed her hands on her ears with a sharp shake of her head, ôGod, youÆre still doing it.ö
Lancer grinned and said, ôGive me a good beating?ö
ôNo!ö Ayako said with wide eyes as she shook her head again, but a smile was gracing her features and her voice was colored with laughter.
He smirked at her and said, ôWould a good thrashing make my intentions clearer?ö
ôYes, okay,ö Ayako said with a laugh as she held up her hands, ôIÆm sorry I blew up at you yesterday.ö
He frowned, fluttered his eyelashes and said, ôI was looking forward to our little meal together.ö
ôI was too, but then Rider came and . . .ö Ayako sighed with a shake of her head as she rubbed the back of her neck, her shoulders slumping.
Lancer frowned as he looked at her and said, ôYouÆve got a problem with the Greek wench.ö
ôItÆs . . . I . . . doubt youÆll even believe me,ö Ayako said as she wrapped her arms around herself.
ôIÆll believe anything you tell me, but out in the openÆs not the place to go baring yourself,ö Lancer said with a shake of his head.
AyakoÆs eyes widened and her hand came rushing at his arm with surprising speed. The smack of the small, feminine palm against his hard bicep stung, but that only added to the fire building within his gut. She pointed to him and said, ôYouÆre doing it again, Lancer!ö
ôCanÆt help it, itÆs in my nature,ö Lancer said with a grin as he offered his arm to her again. ôNow, letÆs go.ö
Ayako eyed his arm and said, ôYou havenÆt earned that again yet.ö
ôDonÆt want to come with me then?ö he asked with a tilt of his head.
She smiled and replied, ôI didnÆt say that.ö
******
ôGrandfather didnÆt really talk that much about his dealings with people like you,ö Shinji said as he looked at the trio sitting across the room from him. His eyes lingered on EloiseÆs form with her long legs, high, firm breasts that were neither too large nor too small, and long, gleaming hair the color of a ripe apricot. Feline crimson eyes met his with a flash of a smile that made her look even more radiant than before.
The green haired male who was currently toying with a candy stick in his mouth said, ôWell, weÆre not exactly the best of company.ö
ôOur existence is acknowledged, but weÆre hunted,ö Eloise said with a sigh and a shake of her head.
The child piped up in her lyrical voice, ôWe didnÆt ask to be like this, Shinji.ö
ôWell, you might have, but I went looking for it,ö the Englishman said with a smile flashing pointed teeth as he pulled the stick from his mouth.
Eloise smiled and said, ôEthan came across being a Dead Apostle through experiments with his magecraft. I came from an ordinary family, but apparently had the Circuits deep within me. Being bit awakened them. Little Eden was the unwanted second child of a predominant magus family that has been dead for the last century.ö
ôI should have been the heir,ö Shinji said as his hands curled and uncurled into fists. He had been lucky, barely surviving SakuraÆs attack once Grandfather lost control over her. HeÆd been in a coma only to awake to find out that Sakura was now living with Emiya and having TohsakaÆs Servant break into his home one night. The oddly familiar grim man stated if he ever looked at Sakura the wrong way again he would sorely regret it. Then he had thrown a damned sword into ShinjiÆs pillow right beside his head before leaving.
Eden looked around and asked, ôWhere is your Grandfather?ö
ôDead,ö Shinji said with a snort, ôNot that I miss him.ö
EloiseÆs eyes widened as she placed a trembling hand to her mouth. She said, ôBut . . . we were hoping heÆd give us shelter while we were here.ö
ôWe can find someplace else. Not like this ponce can do anything to help us,ö Ethan said with a shrug.
Eden pouted and said, ôBut I like this place. It smells like misery and magic.ö
ôThis is troubling,ö Eloise said with a shake of her head as she looked up at Shinji with wide eyes.
Shinji glared at the mouthy bastard and the brat. Then he looked at Eloise and gave her his most dazzling smile. He said, ôWell, IÆm sure we could work something out, Eloise. Maybe we could talk somewhere in private.ö
ôThat maybe a good idea,ö Eloise said as she stood up. Her straight jeans and tank top hugged graceful curves with enough muscle to make her interesting. He smiled at her and gestured for her to follow. He led her away from the library and to his own bedroom.
He said, ôItÆs my room.ö
Crimson eyes surveyed his room, lingering on the neat desk and bookshelves made of heavy wood. Shinji hadnÆt dared to keep posters or anything else in this room other than one picture he couldnÆt bring himself to get rid of that had Emiya and himself in it from Middle School. It made him yearn for a simpler time where Sakura was in the back ground and he could have friends and a life.
Her eyes found the photo and she said, ôCute boy. Friend of yours?ö
ôSort of estranged,ö Shinji said with a shrug. Trying to kill my sister and his girlfriend would strain any friendship, even one with Emiya.
Eloise said, ôYou seem lonely.ö
ôI can make by, and I think with you here neither of us will have to worry about anything,ö he said with a smile.
A smile curved her coquettish lips as she said in her lilting accent, ôYouÆre quite right about that, love.ö
He folded his arms across his chest and said, ôOf course, my favor isnÆt going to come free you know.ö
ôOh, I know,ö Eloise said as she moved closer to him. The sweet scent of apricots filled his nostrils as a cold hand stroked his cheek. He groaned as her chilled lips caressed his. He parted her lips with his tongue, demanding entrance. They turned as one towards his bed only to have him pushed so he was sitting on it.
She smiled at him as she gracefully sank down to her knees. He groaned as she nuzzled both thighs as one nimble hand went to the fly of his school uniform. Aching need sprang forth only to be engulfed by cool wetness and clever suction.
He moaned as his body was spiked higher and higher with pleasure. Crimson eyes looked up at him then glowed before his world was plunged into sheer agony. Screams filled the bedroom with the first spray of crimson to hit expensive wallpaper as the Dead Apostle did what she did best.
ôYou know what I donÆt like Japan?ö
Eloise sighed at the all too familiar Cockney accent of their one male companion and looked at the tall, slim form dressed all in black with an ever present loli-pop between full lips. His dark green hair fell in his face and harmonized with his glowing crimson eyes. With his high cheekbones, sharp features, and long black coat Ethan looked very much the part of the lovable rogue he liked to play.
Eloise asked, ôWhat donÆt you like about Japan, Ethan?ö
ôItÆs full of bad food, crowded, and old men try to look up my skirt,ö a small, high pitch voice replied. Eloise looked at the pouting face framed by large, glossy chestnut curls with giant eyes the same crimson that both Eloise and Ethan sported. She was dressed in a pink romper dress clutching a teddy bear with one arm and she stood all of a meter and less than a third of one tall. Eden was the third member of their little trinity and bore the body of a ten year old girl.
And Eloise thought that White Knight Svelten was the only pedophile Dead Apostle running around, but then again he was only the most famous. Besides, he hunted little boys, not little girls like Eden had been. Eden didnÆt speak much of the Dead Apostle who had bit her, other than she had a rather pretty singing voice. Which meant either the Dead Apostle was a lesbian pedophile or had a very disturbing Mommy Complex.
Ethan pulled the bright red confection from his lips, leaving a glossy pink trail behind and smiled. He waved the sucker at the diminutive vampire and said, ôWell you can fix that by wearing pants, Eden.ö
ôI donÆt like wearing pants,ö Eden said as she thrust out her bottom lip and tossed her hair. She then frowned up at Ethan and said, ôI want a lolly too. Please give me one.ö
ôSince you asked so nicely, little love,ö Ethan said with a grin as he pulled a brightly wrapped stick of candy from his duster.
Crimson eyes widened, dimples flashed and tiny fangs were displayed as the small hand reached up to take the candy. Eloise watched as Eden plucked the wrapper from it, revealing a large orb of bright green on the white cardboard stick. Eden asked, ôIs it lime or apple?ö
ôApple. Not much into limes myself,ö Ethan said before sliding the glistening drop of red between his own lips in an almost obscene gesture.
Eloise sighed and said, ôEthan, you never answered what you donÆt like about Japan.ö
ôItÆs full of the Japanese,ö Ethan said with a grin.
Eden was taking small, kittenish licks of her candy before looking up at Ethan. She frowned and said in a stern voice, ôThatÆs racist, Ethan.ö
ôYes it is,ö Eloise said with a smile as she stroked the child fiendÆs thick curls which was rewarded with more flashing dimples and smiles as Eden leaned into her hand. ôI think this is an opportune hunting ground. The Second OwnerÆs away in London, which means that meddling Wizard wonÆt be lurking around, and most importantly Lord Makari lives here.ö
ôThe Worm Magus?ö Eden said with a tiny frown as her adoring laps were paused.
Ethan snorted, ôIÆve heard of him. Why would he help us? And isnÆt there that member of the Church that was here. Heard he was a scary bloke who could use Black Keys and everything.ö
ôDead as a doornail,ö Eloise said with a smile, ôHe was killed by one of the Masters in the Fifth Grail War.ö
Eden frowned and said, ôThis could be dangerous, Eloise.ö
ôOr could be a lot of fun if thereÆs no one watching the town,ö Ethan said with a grin, ôPlus the Japanese are a lot of perverts right? Might have some other fun than just feeding around here.ö
Eden stamped her small foot and scowled up at Eloise. She said, ôYou know how hard it is finding virgins in a country full of perverts?ö
ôThatÆs why we have Eloise,ö Ethan said with a smile as he clinched his sucker between his teeth, ôYou know she can route them out one way or another.ö
Eloise smiled and said, ôI always find what I want.ö As far as mystical talents go, it wasnÆt particularly impressive as what Ethan and Eden could do, but it was quite useful. She could find anything she wanted with very little concentration, but if she pushed herself she could have what she wanted come to her. It was what made them work so well. She could find or attract what she wanted, Ethan was excellent at defense, and Eden . . . well children could be cruel, couldnÆt they?
The three of them continued to walk the streets of Fuyuki City until they reached a road filled with western style homes. A tall, imposing home stood at the top of the hill like a lone sentinel despite it wasnÆt the largest house on this block. Yet Eloise could sense the power radiating from that place and made a note not to go there.
ôWell, weÆre here,ö Eloise said as she pointed to the lavish mansion that could compare with some of the ones from their home country of England. The place was dark as a tomb and there wasnÆt any motion inside of it, but from what she had heard of Makari Zouken it wasnÆt much of a surprise.
She walked up to the door and politely knocked on it. The three of them stood at the door for countless moments as they waited. There was a loud crunch before Ethan said, ôLooks like no oneÆs home.ö
ôWe canÆt stay out here forever, Eloise,ö Eden said, a shrill edge sharpening her voice as she looked around.
A delicately earthy scent with a copper tang drifted past EloiseÆs nostrils. The three turned at once to a young man with wavy blue hair and odd, misty blue eyes. The teenagerÆs eyes widened before a smile crossed his face as his eyes traveled over Eloise. His nose was swollen and red, as if someone hit it lately.
He asked, ôMay I help you?ö
ôI hope so,ö Eloise said with a slight bow, knowing the Japanese ate that sort of thing up, ôWeÆre looking for Makari Zouken.ö
The smile fell from the boyÆs face and he pulled something from the dull earthen tone clothing he was wearing. He said, ôCome in.ö
******
There were two things the man formerly known in mythology as C¨ Chulainn and currently going by Lancer knew. The first one was battle from the joy of a good fight to knowing just how to use his body to win. The second one was women. He had many lovers in his past ever since the tender age of twelve.
He liked the chase. The more he had to work for a woman the better it was in the end. He chuckled to himself as he remembered all he had to go through to be with Emer, but she had been worth it. She was also rather forgiving despite the fact he had a wandering eye and more. She was content that he always came back to her no matter whoÆs bed he had been in. Which was quite a few, he thought with a grin.
Lancer was waiting between the school and where he had found out where Ayako had lived by pestering wee Rin. He had found out from the Three Track Girls when practices ended and reasoned a good time for Ayako to make her way home. He had the night off and there wasnÆt anything better to do around here. Besides, he wanted to make amends for their botched first date then go stab that Greek wench about twenty times with GaÞ Bolg.
He heard footsteps approaching and leapt from his fence top perch. Amber eyes widened at the figure landing nimbly before her. Lancer smiled as his eyes raked over AyakoÆs womanly form in her school clothing. Her eyes narrowed, her body tensed and she walked past him with a harshly spat, ôGo the hell away.ö
ôWait, lass,ö Lancer said with a smile as he fell in step with her.
She glared and retorted, ôI donÆt want to talk to you. So go to hell.ö
ôIÆd rather not, maybe I want to talk to you,ö Lancer replied.
She spun around to face him, her eyes narrowed and her lips a narrow line. One finger was pointed at his chest as she said in a low voice, ôYou can go chase someone elseÆs skirt. And you know what? Other than school I donÆt like wearing them.ö
ôShame, youÆve got lovely legs,ö Lancer said with a shrug.
Her eyes narrowed even more as she said, ôI bet you said that to Rider too.ö
ôHey, I met Rider before I met you. Besides, she was keeping company with that Matou punk and not too willing about it,ö Lancer said with a shrug, ôFigured IÆd offer her a better bit of company. I was right rejected, but I like to look into a womanÆs eyes as I take her.ö
Ayako placed one hand on her hip and said in that same low voice, ôShe wears glasses.ö
ôShe was wearing a blindfold when I met her,ö Lancer said as he rubbed the back of his head.
Ayako sighed, threw up her hands and said, ôI donÆt want to hear about this or any kinky sex games that you and Rider played. You know what, you two deserve each other.ö She started walking again, her gait and her shoulders stiff.
Sighing, Lancer reached out and caught her by the arm. Her head snapped back fast enough to cause her hair to brush against her cheeks to catch up. Amber eyes looked down at the offending hand before meeting his again. She said, ôLet me go.ö
ôNot until you hear me out,ö Lancer said as he looked at her.
She jerked her arm and retorted, ôI donÆt want to hear you out.ö
He sighed then noticed her knuckles were red. Tilting his head, he lifted her hand closer so he could inspect it. He smiled and said, ôWell, someone got under your skin tonight.ö
ôIt was Shinji. He was running his mouth and I couldnÆt stand it,ö Ayako said as she raised her other hand to cover the tale tell marks. A faint flush colored pale cheeks as a small tongue snuck out to moisten dry lips. The sight was enough to send a shot of pure need through Lancer as he took a deep breath. He drew her close and she looked up at him with wide eyes as their bodies were almost touching.
He said, ôYou did a good thing then. That wanker deserved what you did and more.ö
ôI should punch you,ö she said with a frown as the blush intensified.
Lancer smiled and said, ôIf itÆll make you feel better than do so.ö He dropped her arm and held out his hands to the side with a smile. He tilted his head and said, ôGo on, pretty vixen. Take a lick at me.ö
ôOkay, that just sounded wrong,ö Ayako said with wide eyes as she continued to turn a multitude of lovely shades.
He threw back his head with a laugh and said, ôYou were the one who twisted my words, Ayako. Now if you want to take a lick at me IÆd be more than happy to return the favor.ö
ôGod youÆre really perverted, you know that,ö Ayako said with a shake of her head.
He grinned and said, ôI come by it honestly, but if itÆll make you feel more at ease go ahead and give me a good hard blow.ö
ôAck!ö Ayako cried as she placed her hands on her ears with a sharp shake of her head, ôGod, youÆre still doing it.ö
Lancer grinned and said, ôGive me a good beating?ö
ôNo!ö Ayako said with wide eyes as she shook her head again, but a smile was gracing her features and her voice was colored with laughter.
He smirked at her and said, ôWould a good thrashing make my intentions clearer?ö
ôYes, okay,ö Ayako said with a laugh as she held up her hands, ôIÆm sorry I blew up at you yesterday.ö
He frowned, fluttered his eyelashes and said, ôI was looking forward to our little meal together.ö
ôI was too, but then Rider came and . . .ö Ayako sighed with a shake of her head as she rubbed the back of her neck, her shoulders slumping.
Lancer frowned as he looked at her and said, ôYouÆve got a problem with the Greek wench.ö
ôItÆs . . . I . . . doubt youÆll even believe me,ö Ayako said as she wrapped her arms around herself.
ôIÆll believe anything you tell me, but out in the openÆs not the place to go baring yourself,ö Lancer said with a shake of his head.
AyakoÆs eyes widened and her hand came rushing at his arm with surprising speed. The smack of the small, feminine palm against his hard bicep stung, but that only added to the fire building within his gut. She pointed to him and said, ôYouÆre doing it again, Lancer!ö
ôCanÆt help it, itÆs in my nature,ö Lancer said with a grin as he offered his arm to her again. ôNow, letÆs go.ö
Ayako eyed his arm and said, ôYou havenÆt earned that again yet.ö
ôDonÆt want to come with me then?ö he asked with a tilt of his head.
She smiled and replied, ôI didnÆt say that.ö
******
ôGrandfather didnÆt really talk that much about his dealings with people like you,ö Shinji said as he looked at the trio sitting across the room from him. His eyes lingered on EloiseÆs form with her long legs, high, firm breasts that were neither too large nor too small, and long, gleaming hair the color of a ripe apricot. Feline crimson eyes met his with a flash of a smile that made her look even more radiant than before.
The green haired male who was currently toying with a candy stick in his mouth said, ôWell, weÆre not exactly the best of company.ö
ôOur existence is acknowledged, but weÆre hunted,ö Eloise said with a sigh and a shake of her head.
The child piped up in her lyrical voice, ôWe didnÆt ask to be like this, Shinji.ö
ôWell, you might have, but I went looking for it,ö the Englishman said with a smile flashing pointed teeth as he pulled the stick from his mouth.
Eloise smiled and said, ôEthan came across being a Dead Apostle through experiments with his magecraft. I came from an ordinary family, but apparently had the Circuits deep within me. Being bit awakened them. Little Eden was the unwanted second child of a predominant magus family that has been dead for the last century.ö
ôI should have been the heir,ö Shinji said as his hands curled and uncurled into fists. He had been lucky, barely surviving SakuraÆs attack once Grandfather lost control over her. HeÆd been in a coma only to awake to find out that Sakura was now living with Emiya and having TohsakaÆs Servant break into his home one night. The oddly familiar grim man stated if he ever looked at Sakura the wrong way again he would sorely regret it. Then he had thrown a damned sword into ShinjiÆs pillow right beside his head before leaving.
Eden looked around and asked, ôWhere is your Grandfather?ö
ôDead,ö Shinji said with a snort, ôNot that I miss him.ö
EloiseÆs eyes widened as she placed a trembling hand to her mouth. She said, ôBut . . . we were hoping heÆd give us shelter while we were here.ö
ôWe can find someplace else. Not like this ponce can do anything to help us,ö Ethan said with a shrug.
Eden pouted and said, ôBut I like this place. It smells like misery and magic.ö
ôThis is troubling,ö Eloise said with a shake of her head as she looked up at Shinji with wide eyes.
Shinji glared at the mouthy bastard and the brat. Then he looked at Eloise and gave her his most dazzling smile. He said, ôWell, IÆm sure we could work something out, Eloise. Maybe we could talk somewhere in private.ö
ôThat maybe a good idea,ö Eloise said as she stood up. Her straight jeans and tank top hugged graceful curves with enough muscle to make her interesting. He smiled at her and gestured for her to follow. He led her away from the library and to his own bedroom.
He said, ôItÆs my room.ö
Crimson eyes surveyed his room, lingering on the neat desk and bookshelves made of heavy wood. Shinji hadnÆt dared to keep posters or anything else in this room other than one picture he couldnÆt bring himself to get rid of that had Emiya and himself in it from Middle School. It made him yearn for a simpler time where Sakura was in the back ground and he could have friends and a life.
Her eyes found the photo and she said, ôCute boy. Friend of yours?ö
ôSort of estranged,ö Shinji said with a shrug. Trying to kill my sister and his girlfriend would strain any friendship, even one with Emiya.
Eloise said, ôYou seem lonely.ö
ôI can make by, and I think with you here neither of us will have to worry about anything,ö he said with a smile.
A smile curved her coquettish lips as she said in her lilting accent, ôYouÆre quite right about that, love.ö
He folded his arms across his chest and said, ôOf course, my favor isnÆt going to come free you know.ö
ôOh, I know,ö Eloise said as she moved closer to him. The sweet scent of apricots filled his nostrils as a cold hand stroked his cheek. He groaned as her chilled lips caressed his. He parted her lips with his tongue, demanding entrance. They turned as one towards his bed only to have him pushed so he was sitting on it.
She smiled at him as she gracefully sank down to her knees. He groaned as she nuzzled both thighs as one nimble hand went to the fly of his school uniform. Aching need sprang forth only to be engulfed by cool wetness and clever suction.
He moaned as his body was spiked higher and higher with pleasure. Crimson eyes looked up at him then glowed before his world was plunged into sheer agony. Screams filled the bedroom with the first spray of crimson to hit expensive wallpaper as the Dead Apostle did what she did best.