How Annoying

[Piper Wren]

And so I told him I wanted him to leave me alone and I left. I don't think I should of thrown the sisscors at him. . .but a bit to late to take that back now. He is just wanting someone that doesn't exist anymore and Im tired of it. I don't know what I used to be like and I don't really care anymore."


Piper listened quietly and patiently waiting when Kristopher paused inbetween to regain his composure...It was a sad story which Piper tried to see from both Kristopher's and Augusta's differing points of view. She could understand Kris's confusion due to Honest messing with his memories of Augusta, not knowing all the intimate details about someone that you used to know like the back of your own hand and being expected to respond just as he once did to Augusta's advances, she could understand why Kristopher would feel this way.

But then there was Augusta, having someone you love not remember who you are and the intimacies that you've shared must be equally difficult to deal with. Especially when you try to demonstrate your affections and feel pushed away. It seemed both of them had just reacted in the wrong way...

"You both handled it badly...but I can understand why, having someone expect you to suddenly be back to normal after a kiss isn't right, I can see why you would feel used...Kris, you need to be given space to figure out who you were and see where that fits in with who you are now. But try seeing it from Augusta's point of view as well, Kris he loves you, he probably only said that because he feels pushed away. It's nobodies fault."

Maybe she would need to mediate with Augusta at some point...

[Kristopher Roberts]

"You both handled it badly...but I can understand why, having someone expect you to suddenly be back to normal after a kiss isn't right, I can see why you would feel used...Kris, you need to be given space to figure out who you were and see where that fits in with who you are now. But try seeing it from Augusta's point of view as well, Kris he loves you, he probably only said that because he feels pushed away. It's nobodies fault."

Kristopher let out a dry chuckle, "He feels pushed away? He is the one making it tough. I feel like I have to be careful around him sometimes. He tries hard, I know he does. . . but sometimes he makes it seem like he just doesn't care and would be more then happy to see me leave him alone." The blond sighed.

"It's so confusing. But I'm still mad at him and myself. He could of worded it different. . .so I don't sound like such a lost cause, really." The blond pulled the blanket it over his head. "I'm just sick and tired not knowing who I really am and what I need to do to please others. . . I could just---" The blond paused then and bit his lower lip.

The thought was pleasant, the idea. . . not so pleasant.

[Piper Wren]

"He feels pushed away? He is the one making it tough. I feel like I have to be careful around him sometimes. He tries hard, I know he does. . . but sometimes he makes it seem like he just doesn't care and would be more then happy to see me leave him alone."

Piper sighed and ran a hand through her raven dark hair, her gaze concentrated as she tried to think of the best way to word her thoughts...she was doing her best here, she was no trained councillor...hell she wasn't any good at solving her own problems half the time. But then again other peoples issues were much easier to deal with than your own. She hugged her knees to her chest, sleeves riding up slightly to expose the white bandages but she was too busy thinking on Kristopher's problems to worry about her own.

"I'm just trying to see it from both yours and Augusta's point of view here...unless we know what's really going on inside your heads this isn't going to get dealt with...and hopefully mended."

When Kristopher pulled the blanket up over his head he looked like a little boy trying to escape from the world...

"It's so confusing. But I'm still mad at him and myself. He could of worded it different. . .so I don't sound like such a lost cause I'm just sick and tired not knowing who I really am and what I need to do to please others. . . I could just---"

She reached over and gently pulled the fabric away from his head and back down to his shoulders so she could see his face and look Kristopher seriously in the eyes...she understood more of what he didn't say just then.

"Don't start with that, if you really want to know who you are you'll hold on...no one would want to lose you."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Green eyes moved to glance at Piper, he didn't look to much at ease, he looked like he could break down again. The blond laughed dryly, "Wanna know a secert Piper?" He asked but did not wait for an answer. "I'm not supposed to be alive. When I was seven my parent's beat me until I couldn't move and I was really sick. My mother left and then she was coming back in my room before I was pulled here. I was supposed to die in reality, one more round would of killed me that is if I even lived through it. I was basically on my death bed when I was brought here. Big suprise to my Master."

The blond looked across the room, "So, whats wrong with just fixing the timeline a bit and I die a bit later? My parent's wouldn't care, Naelona would be mad cause she would have to train a new slave. Terry doesn't like me, my older brother isn't to king on me either."

The blond moved to try and pull the blanket back over his head, wanting to hide away if Piper was going to try and put out his idea that floated into his head. "Augusta would find someone else, probably a pretty girl. He isn't gay afterall, just greedy like me." A small smile cracked on his thin lips. "It would probably make his dad a lot more happy, when Augusta finds a way to leave. . . he can take a pretty girl with him and have some kids. After all, I can't give him that, hell I can't even give him anything but pain and more pain. We are like oil and water, we don't mix and we have nothing in common other then being slaves and dragged here."

"I asked him once if his parents would like me, he said no. They would more then likely disown him or force him to marry a girl." The blond said, not even realizing her was remembering something from the past, even if it was just something as tiny as this, "His master doesn't even -- he warned me once if I ever broke the guys heart, he would make my life hell. I could always go to him, end everything pretty quick."

[Piper Wren]

"Wanna know a secret, Piper?" I'm not supposed to be alive. When I was seven my parent's beat me until I couldn't move and I was really sick. My mother left and then she was coming back in my room before I was pulled here. I was supposed to die in reality, one more round would of killed me that is if I even lived through it. I was basically on my death bed when I was brought here. Big suprise to my Master."

Piper listened to what Kristopher was telling her with such harsh honesty about his history...The thought of what he must have been through was mortifying and at such a tender age. She had been 14 when the first violent spouts of her Godfather became a regular part of her life...but your parents were supposed to love you, even if Piper's weren't alive anymore she knew they had loved her right up until that last second.

But knowing your parents wanted to finish you off would cut so deeply in a place that wouldn't easily heal...if at all.

"So, whats wrong with just fixing the timeline a bit and I die a bit later? My parent's wouldn't care, Naelona would be mad cause she would have to train a new slave. Terry doesn't like me, my older brother isn't to king on me either. Augusta would find someone else, probably a pretty girl. He isn't gay afterall, just greedy like me.

It would probably make his dad a lot more happy, when Augusta finds a way to leave. . . he can take a pretty girl with him and have some kids. After all, I can't give him that, hell I can't even give him anything but pain and more pain. We are like oil and water, we don't mix and we have nothing in common other then being slaves and dragged here.

I asked him once if his parents would like me, he said no. They would more then likely disown him or force him to marry a girl. His master doesn't even -- he warned me once if I ever broke the guys heart, he would make my life hell. I could always go to him, end everything pretty quick."

At Kristopher's final words she pulled the blanket down from his head once again and tentatively as if she were worried something horrible would happen, she pulled him into a warm embrace. She sighed deeply before speaking, choosing her words carefully and keeping her voice low. Something inside her almost hurt at listening to Kristopher, some of his story was all too similar to her own.

"Don't you say that, don't you dare say that, it would be such a waste of a life. You do have friends who care about you and Augusta still loves you otherwise he would have left you as soon as you lost your memories...Don't ever think of yourself as worthless, you're kind, unique, intelligent and understanding. Please...please don't ever say that."

Her voice was slightly choked and she stopped talking for a moment, keeping her chin resting on Kris's shoulder while a couple of stray tears made a damp trail down her cheeks.

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[Sarah Roberts]

Wait, what? That was a lot to process at once. A boogie did something to her brother's memory? And now, he was made at Augy for trying to get some? . . . . no, that's not right. Kris rejected him, then was made because Augusta didn't take the rejection well. Understandable. So, Kris didn't remember Augusta? That was odd, though it certainly explained a lot. In fact, if what Augusta was saying was true, then that explained a whole lot of Kris' recent behaviour.

It took awhile, but Sarah sat there on top of Augusta until everything processed. Once it had, she began to move again. She closed her eyes, let out a ragged breath, then hit Augusta hard in the face. "You ASSHOLE!!!! You've known about this for WEEKS and you didn't tell me? Please tell me that boogie is DEAD. Tell me even a pansy ass like you, Mr. Leader of the Rebellion, would have done that much after what he did to Kris, the guy you supposedly love!"

She couldn't bring herself to be mad at him for what he' done to Kris. Augusta was legitimately sorry for that. Hell, he'd been about to kill himself over it. However, not telling her about what happened to Kris was unforgivable, and, if Augusta hadn't hunted down that boogie yet, so help her, there would be pain. A part of her mind was intentionally glossing over the part that Augusta didn't spell out. She was smart enough to figure it out, if she tried, but she already had enough to want this boogie dead. There was no reason for her to get more upset than she already was.

In some ways, Augusta was lucky. Telling her about the boogie diverted Sarah's anger off of him. He may yet live through this day.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta had just enough time to get his emotions under control, he stopped bawling as he looked up at Sarah. He was expecting her to get off of him, maybe apologize for hurting his hand, maybe even a hug, but Sarah wasn't know for her kindness... at least not to Augusta. In fact, she was right awful to the ebony-haired guy sometimes.

He wasn't expecting to be giving a fist to the side of his face. Merry Christmas Augusta! Here, have a cracked jaw with you broken hand! Sarah's punch sent his head in that direction, only for the side of his face to be smashed against the floor. He sat there for a second before trying to remember what she had just said. Mostly all he could hear was the new, and very loud ringing in his ears.

"You ASSHOLE!!!! You've known about this for WEEKS and you didn't tell me? Please tell me that boogie is DEAD. Tell me even a pansy ass like you, Mr. Leader of the Rebellion, would have done that much after what he did to Kris, the guy you supposedly love!"

At this point, the smart Frenchman knew that no matter what he said, he'd get hurt. If he told Sarah the truth, she was going to stab him with those scissors 'till he bled. But if he lied and she found out, she would pull all the parts that needed to be on the inside, to the outside. Neither option sounded very pleasant to him.

" The boogies name is Honest, that's all I know..." he said softly, his voice cracking since it hurt very much to talk, " trust me, if I could get my hands on him, He'd be dead... but I don't know what he looks like and I can't get any information on him other then the fact that he, steals the memories of his victims and take their bodies after... " he stopped there, not wanting to think about it. " So, go ahead and punch me, but I'll warn you that even though beating he shit out of me isn't going to help Kristopher... it may make you feel a Hell of a lot better, but I can't explain myself and apologize, if you break my jaw in twelve places..." he said, keeping his head turned, he didn't want to move and put himself in more pain.

[Sarah Roberts]

Sarah stared hard at Augusta while he told her the boogie's name, and why said boogie wasn't a corpse yet. She let out a sigh after he finished. She couldn't blame him for it if he'd been trying. So, there was only one thing left to do. Only one thing that Sarah could do, whether she wanted to or not. And she did want to. Oh so very badly did she want to. It was the same thing that could allow Augusta to make things up to her, if he were so inclined, and do right by Kris.

Sarah stood up, still standing over Augusta, and held out her hand; the one that he wouldn't have to grab onto with his injured hand. "Get up, Augusta. We have work to do." Honest. What a name for such a creature. She would have to think up of some horrific irony to implement during his death. And make no mistake, the boogie was already dead. He was dead the moment he decided to fuck with one of Sarah's brothers. All they needed was a lead.

"You said you haven't been able to find anything on Honest," Sarah said to Augusta, "But what about this Michael guy you said Kris saw when he woke up? What can you tell me about him? While we're on our way to the hospital, of course."

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Get up, Augusta. We have work to do."

Augusta took her hand and pulled himself to his feet. He rubbed his now swelling cheek and gave Sarah the dirtiest look he could manage. He looked to his hand and as he walked out of the bathroom he pulled the large pieces of mirror out of his hand and stuck them in the pocket of his jeans. He turned around and went back into the bathroom to pick up his shirt and sighed again as Sarah started talking.

God, did she ever shut up?

" Honest takes the bodies of his victims, I've inferred that Micheal used to be a slave here, but was taken over by Honest awhile ago. " he paused, like he was thinking. "He is supposed to live in our dorm room, but when I scoped out the room it was empty, like nobody had lived there in decades. And I have never seen him in our dorm room when I'm there. So it's likely that Honest and Micheal are the same person..." he chuckled, " I talked with Jouhnin-Sama, and he's says Honest also has a body of a small blond boy, most likely why he chose Kristopher as a victim...but I have no idea why he would have chosen---..." there was silence, and he quickly continued, ignoring what he had just last said. He was choosing to forget about that. " So, we just need to find out were this bastard lives..."

Wow, the ebony-haired boy did have a brain! In fact he had a very large one, hence how he mathematically solved this out all over the wall of his room. Which makes his room odd, with scribbles all over it. The Frenchman was a prodigy, he was smarter then hell when he was bawling or sleeping with Kristopher, and lately he hadn't been doing very much of that.