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[Xura]

Eyyyyy back from Asgard, only to visit her grandfather and then get kidnapped!

Home sweet home, hahahahhaa, no.

Lol. You really want Xura to go home.

[Coolpaw5]

Eyyyyy back from Asgard, only to visit her grandfather and then get kidnapped!

Home sweet home, hahahahhaa, no.

Lol. You really want Xura to go home.

It's just, she's only been gone for like two days, but it FEELS LIKE TWO HUNDEREDDDD

[Xura]

I'm nervous. I could get caught and go to wherever Cobra was taking me or run out to who-knows-where in the city and hope that I can get away. Well, I guess most of my situations are like this anyway.
Emerald: *fakes taking a sip of it* Alright, I tried it. Now drink it.
He handed back the glass just as the car pulled to a complete stop. Now!
I took the glass and splashed the water in his face, I didn't have time to look back at his expression as I opened the door and bolted down the street. I saw Emerald get out behind me and chase me.
There was something unfamiliar about this place. There were brightly lit signs, people and traffic all about the streets, and the air didn't smell like American fast food and factory pollution. As I ran, I began to realize that I wasn't in my city, not even in my country... I was in Japan!
It seemed completely impossible. No. It WAS completely impossible. How did I get here? I couldn't have gotten here in half an hour! While running, I was starting to second guess myself. Would it be better if I just let myself be caught? I have no homefield advantage here, and I definitely don't know Japanese. I slowed and then stopped.
No money, no transportation, and no one to talk to. Well played Cobra, well played. I glanced behind my shoulder, and saw Emerald pushing through the crowd. His green hair bobbed up and down as he literally pushed past the people. As I wondered why there were so many people about, I noticed a parade was passing through the town.
I decided that I would have to keep going. This could be dangerous, he looks too eager to complete this mission. I can't let him win!
I kept running, and as I looked around, I began to formulate an idea. Emerald, far more experienced than I, was gaining on me and about to catch me when I suddenly swerved toward the parade. He hesitated and gave me the "are you crazy?!" look but rushed after me anyway. I leapt across the backs of several floats, hoping I might be able to disorient him. I turned out to be right when unexpectedly someone grabbed my hand. I looked up, surprised.
Man000]Random dude: Your late! Thank goodness you made it on the float! [/color]
Me: Huh-
Man: Here! Put this on!
Me: Sir, I don't-
Man: Hurry! Otherwise, we'll both be in trouble with the boss!
I didn't understand but I certainly didn't want this man to get in any trouble so I decided that I would be a good samaritan. I went into the float and changed into a sailor-like outfit. It looked like a Japanese anime school uniform. Odd. I went outside and the man pushed me to the front. Suddenly, several happy screams erupted from the crowd.
I didn't understand, so I crossed my arms and looked around. More cheers. It took me a second to realize that what they were cheering for was me. I smiled, embarassed and used my hands to try and indicate that they were making some sort of mistake but that, again, caused more cheers to come from the crowd. I looked below me at the float and saw an image of an anime character with rainbow hair, underneath it was a title written in Japanese, but directly underneath it was the title in English. "Strange Anime". What a weird name.
I saw Emerald running next to the float so I decided to pretend that I knew what I was doing. I blew kisses to the crowd and waved. The noise level hurt my ears, this must be a really popular anime.
It didn't take long for Emerald to figure out it was me, and he leapt onto the float. The crowd gasped. I took off my shoes and lifted my fists. If I was going to go down, I was going down in a fight.
The large TV screen on the back of the float gave a close-up image of Emerald and I and translated anything we said into Japanese.
Emerald: Come on. Just give up, I wouldn't want to damage that face of yours.
Me: Never!
I swung for his face but he ducked under and swept me at the legs. I fell and the crowd gasped again. Gritting my teeth, I latched onto his legs with both my hands and diverted all my strength into making him fall. He didn't expect that, and fell with a grunt to the ground.
Asian teenager who knows English: Xylia! Use the ropes!
Xylia? It must be the name of the character. Because of her intuition, I noticed the ropes that hung from the roof of the float. I climbed the stairs behind me and jumped onto one of the ropes. Emerald, with his hand on his head, began to stand just as I swung down with critical accuracy. I landed on his shoulders and knocked him down to the ground.
The crowd let out several cries of joyful approval.
Me: Nice try, Emerald.
Emerald: it's not over yet.
???: Agree to disagree?
An extremely good-looking guy leapt down from the stairs. The crowd went wild.
Emerald: Huh? Who are you? This is private bussiness!
Handsome Cosplayer: You all should know my name, for I am Zaku!
Crowd: EEEEEEKKKKKK! It's Zaku-San!
Me: Using your first name? That's certainly a first in anime.
The crowd laughed, I forgot that everything we said was being translated. Though, it wasn't even that funny.
Zaku: And as I was saying, there is no private bussiness! For Xylia is my betrothed!
Me: Uh.. What?
The crowd laughed again. He reached out and stroked my hair.
Zaku: Xylia-chan! I know you may disagree now, but we're meant to be! You'll see, as I save you from this villianous tyrant.
Me: *mutters* he's certainly full of himself, isn't he?
Crowd: *laughs and applauds*
Apparently, I'm nailing however this character may act in the anime because the crowd seems to be agreeing with me.
Zaku pulled out his sword as Emerald stood up again. It appeared that Zaku knew martial arts because he could match Emerald perfectly. I couldn't really do anything so I picked up a magazine that happened to be next to me, sat down, and started reading.
Crowd: *laughter and whistles*
???: Gosh, Xylia. Your so lazy.
Another person jumped down, this one was a girl.
Girl Cosplayer: I can't believe we're friends
Another enormous cheer from the crowd.
Me: Uh.. What was your name again?
Girl cosplayer: We'be been friends for 3 years, and you can't even remember my name?!
She took out a paper fan and started whacking me with it
Crowd: *laughs*
Me: OW OW OW!
Apparently, laughing at others pain is universal >_< This must be some kind of comedy-action anime
Girl cosplayer: Maybe that oughta help you remember!
Me: and remind me again, how does violence help anything?
I got some applause for that one. Could I just spend the rest of my days in Japan? I mean, they laugh at everything I say.
The girl shook her head with disappointment, just as Zaku turned around with a beaming look on his face.
Zaku: Xylia! I have defeated him, so now you and Anju-chan can admire me!
Oh... Her name is Anju. Hmm.
Anju and I: -_-;
Me: Is he always like this?
Anju: I don't think I can remember a time where he wasn't.
I saw Emerald get dragged away by two very buff security guards. Zaku suddenly moved closer to me and unexpectedly pulled me against his chest, I was inches from his face. He held the two of us there, the crowd became blotted out and the only thing I saw was him. My heart raced inside my chest- he was handsome. His muscles stood out beneath his clothing and his grip was heavy but light. A strand of his black hair hung in front of his chisled face. He leaned in toward my lips but, when I realized what was happening, I pulled away.
I love Jake and I'll never cheat on him. I bit my lip and the crowd came back to my view. They wanted to know why I rejected him, I have to come up with something.
Me: I-I... I can't.
Zaku: Why not?
He looked genuinely curious, he must be a really good actor. Hmm... What could I say? I'm panicking! Now the crowd is watching!
Me: Because of... Of... uhm...
I looked over at the crowd and saw a two-year-old sticking her tounge out at how close we got.
Me: Cooties!
Anju and Zaku: .-. Cooties?
Me: Playground fears, sorry I can't help it!
The crowd laughed again.
Anju: I'm a certified cootie doctor.
Me: Uh.. That's a profession?
There was one last round of laughter as our float entered a building. How had time passed so quickly? The other characters flopped to the ground, looking exhausted. This must be the end of the parade for this float.
Zaku: Another good run.
Anju: Yeah.
I didn't really know what to do. These people spoke English and it's not like I had anywhere to go. Plus, they have to be a lot more safe than Cobra could ever be.
Just then, Zaku looked up at me and suddenly pulled out a gun.
Me: AHHHH!
Zaku: Who are you?!
Looks like I spoke too soon.
Me: I'm- my... Uhm...
Suddenly a whole squadron of men with large machine guns came out and surrounded me. Zaku's stare intensified.
Anju: Come on Zack, it's not like she's bothering you.
So his stage name is Zaku but his real name is Zack. Not much difference there.
Zack: She's a threat.
Anju: but she's also a good actor, and looks like the character. The last ones we've had only upset the crowd, she actually made them laugh.
Zack: Not the point, Angie.
Wow that name is not that different either.
Me: I- Uhm.. AGH! For crying outloud, I don't even know why I'm here. My name is Xura, and I was running away from the guy you beat up-
Zack: Huh! Him. I almost forgot.
He directed two men to go retrieve the unconscious body. Emerald's hair continued to Bob up and down as he was dragged down the float's stairs. He set the gun down, got close to me, and grabbed my shirt collar.
Zack: Who is he? And you? What's going on?!
Me: It's a long story....
I heard a gun reload. I'd better tell the truth.
Me: But I can tell it! Heh, heh... Okay, so like I said, my name is Xura. I'm the daughter of two co-organization leaders in America. Their organization name is blaze. I also have a sister, Angela, who leads an organization by the name of Mist. But most importantly, my grandfather has organization called Thunder, I work for him-
Zack lifted his hand, indicating that he wanted me to stop.
Zack: You're new at this, aren't you? ... I want to discuss this in my private quarters. Angie, take care of everything down here, and tell the triad that Xura is my guest.
What? Now he's calm all of a sudden? This place is weird.
Angie: K! Stand down, men.
Triad?! This is the Chinese triad! *SCREAMING INSIDE*
He pointed at me.
Zack: You. Follow me.
I nodded. We crawled down the float and disappeared down a dimly lit hallway.
Zack: Xura Stryker?
Me: ... How did you-
He tapped his ear and temple.
Zack: Eyes and ears everywhere. Besides that, we've done business together in the past. I thought I recongnized you.
Me: I think I'd remember if met you...
Zack: *smiles* well, let's just say you weren't really aware of it.
I heasitated. What?
Zack: I believe the Americans called it the charge app. I think that name is a little boring... I like the japenese words for it though.
Me: what's that?
Zack: Jūden Apuri.
Me: Hm.. That does sound better. I think Apuri sounds like Siri. Don't mind if I use that?
Zack: Sure, take it.
Me: So what exactly did I do here?
Zack: You made a deal for your organization.
Me: Oh? And what was it?
Zack: *smirks* You
Me: Huh?
Zack: You were the human robot for a year and half. I have to say, you were a terror. So much, that when Blaze started marketing you for missions, everyone bought into it. Even some from other worlds...
That's disgusting. My own parents marketing me off like an item...
I stared quietly at the floor.
Me: ...What did I do for you?
Zack: You should be glad you don't remember.
That sent a shiver down my spine. We entered his room, and the thought occurred slightly in my mind that I've never been in a boy's room before. I sat down on one of the cushions, he sat in front of me.
Zack: I already know everything about your roots, so you don't need to bother telling me anything else about that. I know you work for Thunder and Shield, what you choose to do isn't my business. However-
He picked up a teapot and poured tea into the antique glasses we had.
Zack: I don't know who your friend is. And whatever I don't know, I make it my duty to find out, in case it becomes useful in the future.
He handed me a cup of tea. I took it and held it in my hand, considering whether or not to drink it. This was the triad. You never know what they might do. I decided that I would respect him since it was probably the custom, so I took a fake sip and set the cup down.
Me: My "friend" brought me to Japan in the first place. I don't know how I got here so fast, I wasn't even near Japan-
Zack: Warp tunnels.
Me: What?
Zack: Warp tunnels. It's like hyperspeed in Star Wars, only that you require special cars and underground tunnels, it takes about half an hour to get wherever you need to. Only the richest organizations use them. The government knows nothing of them, and if you spill a word to shield then you'll have more bounty hunters chasing you then you can handle.
I nodded.
Me: Well, I was tricked and brought to Japan....
I told him all about Cobra and all the events leading up to my arrival here. He nodded. I noticed he hadn't even taken a sip of his drink this entire time.
Zack: Interesting.
He looked at his watch and then back at me.
Zack: Your smarter than you look. The tea was a test, it's poisioned.
Me: -_-; thanks for your hospitality.
He laughed and his eyes sparkled.
Zack: I like you, Xura. Your fragile, but sharp... Very intelligent and perceptive... not to mention, easy on the eyes. How about working for me?
That came out of the blue.
Me: Thanks for the offer, but I'm already taken... By two organizations.
Zack: Oh, I almost forgot. *laughs under his breath* I see why
Me: Do you know any way I could get back to my country?
Zack: Hm. Sounds like a tight spot. You have no funding, right?
Me: Nothing
Zack: And you can't speak Japanese
Me: Not even a little
Zack: And you don't know anyone here?
Me: Nope.
Zack: Good! That means we can strike a deal.
Me: I don't like where this is going...
Bye diary!

***Adding pics after school

[Xura]

Me: so what kind of deal?
I already didn't like where this was headed. Deals with the triad? In a country I can't get out of?
Zack: *pushes hand through his hair in thought* You spend the next few days in Japan as my guest, but you are to do whatever I tell you to. And at the end of your stay, I will make one last deal. If you do these things, I'll have a first class flight arranged for you at the end of the week. If you don't do these things...
He paused and a very serious expression crossed his face.
Zack: Then you will stay in Japan, work for my triad, and break up with your boyfriend. And it will be months before I offer up another deal.
Me: How did you know I had a boyfriend?
Zack: like I said, Eyes and ears. Everywhere.
Me: hmm. Do you have any other deals?
Zack: If you kiss me, I'll provide you with the same first class treatment and you can go immediately. But I know you won't do it.
Me: You're right. And if I don't take either deal?
Zack: You will end up having to stay here until you do, and you'll have to pay rent by working for me somehow.
Me: Ok... I'll take the first deal.
Zack: Good!
He stood up.
Zack: Alright, we're going to a meeting. I want you changed, with a different hairstyle, and I want it done in ten minutes flat. I'll have one of my assistants see to it for you immediately.
He snapped and two women grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me away to another room.
Wow.
These women only spoke Japenese but they worked quickly, dying my hair and putting it up, not a hairstyle I haven't had before though. They gave me a top, a leather jacket, and a tight pair of black pants. I slipped them on and they again dragged me to where I needed to go. Zack was about to get in a car, and the Japanese women pushed me into it with him.

Zack: Good, right on time.
The door closed and we started to drive down backstreets, as to avoid large amounts of people.
Me: What do you want me to do?
Zack: I need you to act tough. And I mean, tough. Like you eat nails for breakfast.
Me: can anyone eat nails for breakfast? How would you even digest-
Zack: Not the point, can you handle it?
I decided that I would give a response that could prove I could do it. So I spat.
Me: Handle it? That's an understatement.
Zack: Good. I like it already.
We were escorted out of the car and paused dramatically in front of the building. Our coats swung in the wind, and music played in the backround. No seriously, the triad people in the bushes that were following Zack around had iPods, speakers, and fans. Two people walked out of the building- they were American.
First man: Good day, Himorji-kun.
Himorji must be his last name. The customs here are very different. Last names first.... It's all backwards.
Zack: Posan-kun, a pleasure. Meet my assistant and secretary, Stryker-San.
Posan: Ah, Stryker-chan, let me-
Zack: No. Chan is too feminine.
He leaned close
Zack: She has a temper when she's angry
I spat again. Posan nodded nervously and led us into the building. The articles here are weird- I don't even understand them. We began to walk into a business room when a guard stopped me. He was Russian, had a thick accent, and didn't look like he had time for games. He stopped me with his heavy arms
Guard: We only permit dealers beyond this point.
Me: Oh? Well I deal beatings if your interested.
AGH! WHAT DID I SAY?! His muscles were huge. He smirked.
Guard: Your puny.
Yes, yes I am. I cracked my knuckles, Zack stood behind me amused.
Me: Want to say that again, punk?
Guard: I don't like to hit puny girls.
Zack: Thats enough of that now.
About time he intervened!
Zack: I need my associate to accompany me or else... There could be repercussions
The guard held a straight face for only a moment, but he seemed to be thinking it over. He stepped to the side and let us through. The conference room had two nervous men at the end of the table. No one else was in there.
One man: Ah! Himorji's son. What can we do for you?
Zack: You know why I'm here, Larry, John.
He called them by their first names. Wait.. For me that's normal.. AGH! Im so confused >_<
I remembered that I had to look intimidating, so I crossed my arms. I began to wonder what Zack was going to do- I had many different and ... unpleasant ideas
Zack: My father sent me to check on your progress, you understand the critical impact this deal will have, right?
John: If it is so important, why didn't your father come?
Zack: My father doesn't have time for Simpletons who can't even complete one job
John: we are not simpletons! This-this-- task is not completed easily!
Zack: I don't care if it's easy or not, I want it done!
He smacked the table and flipped documents off it. He looked at me and mouthed for me to say something, I tried to signal back no, but he insisted so I cleared my throat. I strolled over toward the men and squeezed John's tie.
Me: Loose lips loose fingers... If he says your a simpleton, then your a simpleton, got it?
Wow, I didn't know I could be so aggressive. Go me!
John: You don't scare me, your just a kid!
Me: You want to repeat that?
John: Yeah. Your just a kid--- you know what? You're both kids! immature posers, all-around havoc wreakers, who do nothing but destroy lives. You're completely useless, I wouldn't be surprised if both of your parents left you for dead. After all, I-
My fist was into his face faster than I could think, that was personal. John was sprawled on the floor next to.. Oh no.. Floating papers. Telekinesis AGAIN?! Aghhhhhhhhh!!! I tried to stay calm but I was too angry, and I put my foot on the man's chest.
Me: I wouldn't insult me like that again if you know what's good for you.
I tightened my fist and all the paper crumbled up into balls and fell on the floor. I'm a monster! Zack appeared to be a little surprised.
John: You-you- .... Mutant!
Well, that nickname was a first.
Larry: I-I-I- ... Uhm...
Zack: Get the project done. You have 48 hours until I come back, and count it until the last second.
We walked to the door and Zack turned around suddenly.
Zack: And my father will be sending his... Regard for this poor meeting later. You shall suffer the consequences for treating my bodyguard and I with complete lack of respect.
We left with a crazy image in mind- John was still sprawled across the ground, dumbfounded with several balls of paper waded up around him, while Larry had backed into the far corner of the room from fear. He had been nodding his head since I punched John.
We left in a car outside and took a different way back. Zack hadn't said a word and I could only assume he wanted to talk in private. We arrived and he guided me to his room there- I was right. We sat on pillows again and there was a small pause.
Zack: ... Xura Stryker. You are a spectacle. *laughs underneath breath*
Me: ...
I didn't know what to say. Was there anything left to say? It seemed as though this triad leader knew all my secrets. Making my total number of people knowing my secrets: 3. Nick, Matthew, and... Zack. Weird.
Zack: Not only did you do your job so well that you struck fear into their hearts, but I learned something about you that's... Incredible. You're an extremely valuable player in this game of spies, lies, and ninjas. How much could I pay you to work for me?
Me: You only have me for the next few days, I have other jobs. It's too late... In the game, I suppose.
Zack: *sighs* I guess so. But I have a few questions...
Me: Shoot.
Zack: Do you have control over it?
Me: My powers? Well, I-
Zack: You said power plural. As in, there's more than one.
I put my hand behind my head and half laughed weirdly.
Me: Heh, heh, uh.. Did I say that? Naw, I just messed up my sentence.
Zack: What's the other power?
Me: Invisibility.
No use in lying
Zack: Any price in the world! I'll ship your boyfriend here, give you and him protection.
Me: I already said I can't...
I twirled my hair with my fingers, it was nice to be wanted. I've never endured anything more ironic than living 15 years of feeling like no one cared or wanted me around to being not only wanted, but needed, possibly for the rest of my life.
Zack: *sighs* oh well. So do you?
Me: Do I what?
Zack: have control over your powers?
Me: Oh. No... Not yet.
Zack: So you weren't planning what happened back there?
Me: Not at all.
Zack: ... So why did it happen?
I took a sharp breath and shifted positions where I sat.
Me: My power reacts to my emotions...
Zack: Is Thunder working on helping you control it?
I heasitated.
Zack: You didn't tell them.
He paused, but a smile crept up along the edges of his handsome face. A fragment of hair hung over one of his eyes, he looked like a model.
Zack: So I know a secret about you then.
He poured tea into his cup.
Zack: I have to say, it's much more fun to learn about you myself.
Me: Yeah, real fun.
I rolled my eyes and he let out a small laugh.
Me: Why did you need to know about me anyway?
Zack: Like I said, I have to make sure that any threat-
Me: No, I know that. But I'm in America, and you went through great lengths to spy on me, it's not like I own an organization.
He was quiet. He took a long sip of his tea and set it down on top of the red sequined tablemat in front of him. He fingered the Chinese-engraved lettering on the front of the teapot.
Zack: Do you know what this teapot says?
I looked down at the unfamiliar language. The symbols were small, complicated, and in a line.
Me: Nope, not a clue
Zack: Xuǎnzé jìchéngrén. Interpreted in your language as "chosen heir". Your grandfather and my deceased grandfather were great friends long ago when they were young. They talked frequently, and one day the topic of the chosen heir came up. Who would they entrust their fortunes and power to? My grandfather, Himorji Haru, chose my father opposed to my uncle, and your grandfather...
He trailed off distantly, as if he had been there and was remembering it for himself.
Zack: You grandfather said that his heir would remain unnamed but would come like a brilliant rainbow after a dark storm
He seemed to be admiring a fragment of hair that was un-dyed. It was a purplish-blue, and you could barely see it.
Zack: My father told me this story, I can't verify it because I wasn't there.
I couldn't be the heir. Even if I was, what would I do? I work for shield. If I inherited my grandfathers company... I'd become just like them- I don't want that.
Me: So you think I'm the chosen heir?
Zack: Perhaps. My father is retiring soon, and it won't be long before I have to take over... I received this teapot because I'm going to take his place, it's a family heirloom, it's very special. Passed through many of my family's generations.
He sighed.
Me: That's a lot of pressure.
He nodded and smiled.
Zack: You understand, I'm sure.
He handed me a cup of tea.
Me: Is this poisoned again?
Zack: No, you have my word.
I nodded and softly pressed the cup to my lips. I felt warm as the tea entered me, I closed my eyes. I hadn't realized how tired I was, I wasn't accustomed to the new time zones. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

---

Zack looked at her in awe, she had fallen asleep just like that. Her tea was still in her hands, she clutched it softly but with familiarity. She was so innocent in nature, unconcealed. He thought that perhaps she could be comfortable wherever she went. He smiled, that was not something that happened often around here. Her dyed hair swung across her face and her head was tilted slightly forward. She was beautiful.
Zack considered how long she had been up. Eighteen-hours? No. Twenty hours? It couldn't be. It must have been a little more than a day. It was no wonder she was exhausted, probably just as hungry. He carefully removed her teacup and placed it back on the tray. Then, he gently slid his arms underneath her legs and back and carried her. She was lighter than he expected. The sunshine coming from the window shone on her face as she was lifted, revealing each gorgeous feature.
He quietly opened his door and lightly stepped into the hallway. Xura smiled while she slept and occasionally mumbled words, Zack secretly thought it was adorable and tried his best to keep quiet.
He continued down the hall until he reached the guest chambers. The room had a royal blue and silver theme to it. A diamond chandelier hung from the ceiling, the bed had dark blue sheets, a furry gray comforter, and four fluffy pillows. He set Xura down, pulled the sheets and the blankets back, and set her there. He made sure her blanket was on right, then stepped back to admire her peaceful state.
He noticed that her hair was still in a ponytail. He held it, gently pulled off the stretchy band,and set it aside on the nightstand. He brushed his hand through her hair to spread it out a little. Then, as he got up to leave she suddenly grabbed his wrist. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and his face was redder than it had ever been. Many of his thoughts flashed through his head in that single moment. He knew what it was, a feeling that he had felt before, not long ago.
No, he thought. I can't be in love with her. She has eyes for someone else
He glanced at her. She was still asleep, and looked more peaceful than ever. Zack's heart continued to pound. He knew what was right so he reluctantly lifted her hand off of him and stood up. Then, he turned off the lights and sighed as he walked to the door with one last glance over his shoulder.
"That man who has her," he whispered underneath his breath, "is surely the luckiest man on earth."
With that, he silently shut the door and left Xura to sleep.

[oraoblivionis]

Name; Mari Matadi
Age; Just between 15 and 16.
Gender; Girl
Personality; Loving. She loves absolutely anything. Her personality makes her used alot, also making her a timid girl. Taking anything under her wing (literally), makes her guidance to a lot of people. She looks up to famous women.
History; Born on May 4th, daughter of Cari Matadi and Murcury Matadi. She was very adventurous when she was very young. Her worst memory was a crowd. She was very timid at the time, making her a laughingstock. After preschool and elementary, she moved onto the biggest point of her life, middle school. She grew in knowledge until she got a B in math, a honest record for her. Her middle school years passed fast until she became a highschooler, which left another moment. She had found a skill for throwing ninja stars. She decided to became a spy.
Dislikes; Stages, Crowds.
Likes; Being boss, being a spy, and PIE.


Boop.

[KatLove]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! what is this a love square!!??? THEY ARE PERRRRRFECT FOR EACH OTHER...... i think i like this story WAY too much ;-;

[Apyrisol]

OMG SO CUTE!!! >.<

[Xura]

I woke up startled from a nightmarish dream. Above all, it started out normal. I had a pet unicorn, Jake was a prince in shining armor that wanted to marry me, and Jenette was still a beaver. But something had gone horribly wrong.
The dream seemed to have glitched. I know, it sounds weird, but it was like... My mind was hiding something from me. Okay, now I just sound crazy, but it-it just kinda makes sense. I really can't explain it. But when it glitched I saw something. I saw a deal being made, my father shaking another man's hand then I saw gunfire. When I try to think about it, I get a headache right away- like my brain is a computer made up of confidential files that I'm not allowed to access.
Either way, I woke up in a dark room. I figured since I fell asleep from when I was with Zack that his servants might have brought me here. There was an electric clock next to me, it appeared to be an hour past midnight. I knew I should probably go back to bed and hope for a dream about rainbows and beavers again but I just couldn't sleep out of fear. I turned on the light next to me.
There was a candle and a lighter on the nightstand, also a few chocolate pieces. I lit the candle and popped a chocolate into my mouth. Then, I stood. I looked down to see I was still in the clothing I had earlier. I decided that I would change into something a little more comfortable so I went to the wardrobe in my room. I'd like to say I discovered Narnia, but I only found a pair of yoga pants and my sweater, oh well. I slipped them on and walked to the door. I carefully opened it. I had no idea where I was, but I at least knew where I was going. I stopped at Zack's room and slowly opened the door.
Me: Zack...
I whispered his name as I walked towards him. He was sleeping without much sound, and rolled over when I spoke.
Me: Zack!
I whispered again and shook him. He woke up and instinctively snatched my wrist. He had slipped his other hand under the pillow next to him and pulled out a heavy looking dagger. He blinked himself awake and looked at me.
Me: Uh... Nice moves?
He put the knife back in its place and tiredly sat up.
Zack: What do you want, Xura? It's like one in the morning.
Me: Come on! I can't sleep. You should give me a tour.
Zack: What? *blinks*
Me: Come on!
Zack: A tour?
Me: Yes!
Zack: At this hour?
Me: Yes!
Zack: *throws a pillow at me* I'm going back to bed.
I caught him before he rolled over.
Me: Come on, it'll be fun!
Zack: Nothing "fun" happens after one in the morning.
Me: Oh come on. I'm sure you got a few hours of sleep, it'll be nice to get up and walk around for a while.
Zack: Forget it.
Me: Then I'm not leaving.
Zack: Fine, I'm going to bed.
He pulled his covers up over himself while I lowered myself to the floor and sat crisscross applesauce, staring at him. There was silence. I picked a string up off the floor and twisted it up and around my fingers. Finally, he rolled over.
Zack: Your not going to leave, are you?
Me: Nope.
Zack: Aggrrhhhh! Fine.
He sat up and I stood.
Zack: Wipe that grin off your face, I'm only doing this so that I can sleep later.
I laughed. His face had turned a little red but it was hardly noticeable in the dark. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
Me: Come on!
Zack: Is this what your like when your awake?
He rubbed his eyes and I let out a small giggle. It reminded me of all the times I used to sneak out of the house and get Heather. He smiled and we snuck out the door. The hallway was dark and lonely but the dim light of the candle was enough for us.
Zack: So what exactly do you want to see?
Me: I don't know. Anything...
My stomach rumbled.
Zack: How about the kitchen?
Me: Sounds like a good idea!
I held onto his dinosaur pajamas as we walked through the silent hallways. We turned a few corridors until we reached a large dining room. Zack checked to make sure I was still there by glancing over his shoulder, he seemed to be having fun.
Me: bet this wasn't as bad as you thought.
His lips half-twisted into a crooked smile.
Zack: hmph.
We passed a window, but paused when we heard footsteps coming our way.
Zack: the guards!
He grunted softly, grabbed me, and hid us behind the curtain. We were uncomfortably close, sharing air. My arms rested on his chest and his hands were over me. He gripped me with the same force he had on the float- heavy but light. Our faces barely had any distance between them. Both of us were blushing.
Me: You're very warm
Zack: Shhh...
He whispered and stroked a strand of my hair out of the way. The guards stopped to chat, unlucky for us.
Zack: Incompetent at their jobs, I have a mind to fire whoever is-
I placed my left hand over his mouth, and brought my right to my lips in the sign to shush. He glanced at me in a way I recongnized but didn't recongnize. He seemed comfortable, even in our awkward position. The guards moved and we slipped out from the curtain.
Zack: We should probably go back to our rooms-
Me: No way! I'm starved. And didn't you ask for some adventure?
Zack: What are you talking about? I never asked for any adventure.
Me: Oh. You didn't? I could have sworn in all that silence we just endured that you were BEGGING for adventure.
He rolled his eyes.
Zack: Xura Stryker. You are certainly something else.
Me: Good. Something else besides gorgeous, talented, and a tidbit of crazy, right?
He laughed quietly underneath his breath.
Zack: One lucky man indeed.
Me: Huh? What was that?
He shook his head.
Zack: Nothing don't worry about it.
Me: Okie-dokie! Now take me to the food!
He rolled his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face. We crossed through the dining room and entered what looked like a restaurant kitchen. There was a meat freezer and a vegetable cooling room, everything was all cool and stuff until I noticed something.
Me: Where's the fridge? You know, the cold thing with all the unhealthy snacks in it
Zack: Wow. You are SO american.
Me: *hand to chest* I am a proud citizen of Amurrica.
Zack: Thats the wrong hand and its on the wrong side of your chest.
Me: (-_-;) I do what I want
Zack: Very American.
Me: You just wont give me a break, will you? (-｡-;
He chuckled. Lol that word... Chuckled. Hehe. My stomach rumbled again, so loud that it echoed through the kitchen.
Zack: Okay, I'll make you something, just sit on that counter over there.
He pointed to a silver table in the middle of the room. I walked over and heaved myself up.
Me: Hurry because I dont know how long my stomach is willing to wait.
I found unknowingly that I was already knawing at my arm. I watched as Zack worked, flying shrimp, chicken, and steak in the air. It was a monumentous use of oils, sauces, and vegetables- I had never seen anyone cook this good ever. He called me over.
Zack: Okay, try this.
He handed me the fork with a piece of steak on it. I stuck it in my mouth.
Me: Hmm... Its near perfect, just missing a little of this-
I reached in the cabinents and pulled out two spices. Zack grabbed my hand.
Zack: You sure you want to put that in?
Me: What's life without a little spice in it?
Zack: I don't want to ruin it though...
Me: Do you trust me?
He heasitated, and let go of my hand. I sprinkled the spices on the meat. Then, I picked up the fork.
Me: Here, open up
Zack: I can feed myself.
Me: Psh, you can cook and feed yourself? I dont buy it.
He laughed again, and while his mouth was open I put the fork in.
He tried it and he was silent for a moment.
Zack: Hmm.. Xura, there's a problem.
Me: What's wrong? Did I mess it up? I'm sorry!
Zack: No. The problem is, it's so perfect that I can't let you eat it alone!
I shoved him in the shoulder with a laugh
Me: Hey! Don't play games with me like that. Thanks for making this.
Zack: it was my pleasure.
We ate and laughed for about an hour and a half.
Zack: Alright Xura, that's enough now. We should go back to our rooms.
Me: But-uhm...
I bit my lip. I didn't want to go back to sleep, not after what happened. He cocked his head, curious.
Me: I can't. Is-is it okay if I just read a book for a while?
Zack: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing. You're right, let's just get back to our rooms.
He kept pressing me but I refused to say anything about it. Eventually, we snuck back into our rooms. I rolled into my bed and twidled my thumbs. Yeah that's right, I got to such a low point that I was TWIDLING MY THUMBS! AGHHHH!!! I think I need to see a therapist. FINALLY, morning came. Took forever but at least it got here. The sunlight was like liquid cough medicine- makes you feel better, but it tastes awful. I could smell breakfast from a mile away, all I had to do now was get ready for the morning.
I got out of bed, and walked to the mirror. Still in my night clothing and my hair was an absoulute mess. Oh well!
I kicked up my legs as I awkwardly marched to the door. I opened it, breathed, and then was suddenly and abruptly taken by the two women who had done my clothes and hair before.
Me: ACK-!
They duct-taped me to a chair and threw my hair into curlers.
Me: How in the-
Then they taped my mouth and started doing my eye makeup.
Me: .-.
Then they pulled out a dress and I shook my head, but of course, they put it on anyway. They undid the duct tape and pulled me to a mirror.
Me: Nope. Nope. No! Not happening
I had to fight off their grabbing arms to get to the closet. The only other clothing besides dresses, was a bunch of half-shirts and a skirt. I did what I had to and changed into those. The women reluctantly let me leave the room dressed like this:

The ladies pulled down a lamp to reveal a secret passage way, and they literally pushed me all the way down it. It lead to the dining room Zack and I were in last night. Apparently, I was arriving fashionably late to breakfast with two bodyguards, Zack, some dude with a lot of muscles and clothing that indicated he was some smuggler, and an older man that was assumably Zack's father. Zack stood up and pulled out a chair for me.
Zack: Ah, and here she is now! Looking stunning as ever.
I awkwardly eased into the chair and he pushed it in for me. There was a napkin with words on it next to my breakfast:

your name is Xura Stralling, Follow my lead... And Don't eat the breakfast

Zack: Xura here is in charge of my personal gallery.
Me: I am? Oh! I mean, uh... That's right, I am!
Zack: Excuse Miss Stralling, our last person that was placed in her this position underwent an... Unfortunate accident. So on the short notice, she was shipped here last night. She's only just beginning to settle in.
In my head I wondered what sort of "unfortunate accident" it was... I shivered. It's cold in here.
Smuggler: *balances a toothpick between his teeth* Well she's mighty fine then, ain't she? Lis'un I have them paintin's you'z lookin' for. You can have em' if it means my debts to all of y'all are paid, ya' hear?
Zack's father: Of course. My art inspectors are just coming back from verifying the painting, if they approve-
Smuggler: -Which they's will
Zack's father: -If they approve it, then you'll leave here indebted to no one.
The smuggler grinned widely and leaned back in his chair.
Smuggler: That deal sounds mighty fine.
The pancakes on my plate were begging for me to eat them but I just knew that they had to be poisioned. From what Zack tells me, the triad deals only with perceptive or intelligent people. It's too bad they have to test it in their meals. I sighed. Under the table, Zack slipped a few Cashews into my fingers and nodded at me to eat them. I subtly popped them into my mouth and leaned back in the chair. Zack's father lifted an eyebrow as a Icey-blue-haired woman walked over and whispered something into his ear. The woman left and we all stood.
Zack's father: Those paintings aren't real.
In an instant, two men in dark suits stood next to the smuggler.
Zack's father: Mind telling me why you were about to sell me fraudulent paintings, billy?
He spit Billy's name out as though he had bit into something distasteful. Billy's eyes went wide and his mouth had dropped.
Billy: But-but- I stoles em'! I darn did. I can prove it too!
Zack's father: Take him to a cell. No one crosses me and he can rot until he learns it.
Billy: But- I-I- I didn't.. I-mean- I know those were real! I know it!
Zack: You expect us to believe a thief?
Billy was quiet, as though he had come to terms with this fate and couldn't do anything about it. His head hung as he was dragged away down the hall. Our plates were taken away and replaced with non-poisionous plates of food. We all sat down again and started eating. I was the only one with pancakes- Zack and his father had morning spring rolls.
Zack's Father
You know what, that's just getting too long, we need a name for him. Let's call him... Uh... I don't know. My knowledge is limited on Chinese/Japanese names. Here I'll just take something from an anime: Raku.
Raku: So, whose your guest? Certainly not your art gallery manager.
He smiled, and picked at a roll.
Zack: Her name is Xura Stryker, I'm sure that'll tell you enough.
Raku: Indeed. It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time, Miss Stryker.
I nodded and smiled.
Raku: How long is she staying with us?
Zack: Three days, she's already a day through the time.
Raku: hm.
His father lifted an eyebrow and, with vigor, cut into his springrolls.
Raku: So Xura, has he tried to woo you yet?
Zack, who had previously been calm, spit out his food and went into a coughing fit.
Me: Are you okay?
Zack: I'm fine. *coughs*
Me: Nah, I have a boyfriend back in America.
Raku: ah, I see. Interesting. Zack, show her around our garden if you will. I remember it being very romantic.
He spat out his food again and his father left the room with a chuckle. Looks like I'm going to go see a garden! Later Diary!

[KatLove]

Woah.... ZACHY LOVES XURA!!!
ZACH AND HIS BINOCULARS SITTING IN A TREE, WATCHING XURA EAT LUNCH.
That does not fit the tune of that song....
A mention of Heather!! Its been like 30 pages!!!

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