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Date Posted: 14:02:43 07/25/01 Wed
Author: Maeve, Teo, Darian, and Kreis
Subject: "For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so."
- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet, II.ii

The soft clack-clack-clack of four sets of thick claws on the tiled floor is all that announces the returning presence of the lean, leaopard-formed cyborg. First, the wedge-shaped gold snout, prodding the gap between the kitchen door and the lounge, then the forelegs and the rest of it's body, pull into the darkened room.

"Sch�nheit, you are lucky, this time. Would it hurt to stay in one night to avoid this confrontational risk of sneaking back into your own heavily guarded abode?"

"Probably. I have no drive to find out."
Maeve, tall and sleek in glossy black leather, a shadow of an "Avengers" fetish, creeps in, her lime green eyes glowing in the dark. Maeve's red tail sways back and forth like a drowsy cobra, occasionally slapping against her otherwise human body. Her thick, flame-hued curls hide her ears, which twitch reflexively at every lulled sound.

"'Beauty'? I can think of better nicknames for her. Itazura na baishunfu...." The remnants of a spanish accent choke the Japanese sounds.

A short, slim boy with tan skin and slight epicanthic folds framing his black eyes shoves past Maeve spitefully. His black hair is gelled back in a stubby ponytail. The hair that is too short to reach the tie is spiked just enough to make his head seem a little larger, making it seem somewhat echidna-like. His chest is covered by a thin, chain-link tank top, translucent enough to show twin gold nipple rings. Shiny blue crocodile-print pants hug his legs, ending several inches down from the tops of heavy black boots, a stark contrast from Maeve's high-heels, which are part of her bodysuit, interrupted only by the bright green shirt underneath which peeks out from the partially unzipped front.

"Just as soon as I find a nice guy you decide we gotta leave."

"You have to help your mother tomorrow. It wouldn't help her if you were exhausted. There's no need to call me a "wicked whore". Your mother wants you to practice your Espa�ol, anyways."

"You'll have time for this later. Teo, thank your mother for the key to the outer kitchen door. Sleep well." The large creature takes Maeve's slim hand gently in it's mouth.

As the leopard leads Maeve upstairs, warily alert for signs of her family, Teo scowls. "Ja."

The boy waits several moments, before leaving the house the same way he came in, quietly closing the door. "Kreis is her guardian, not mine. I'll do what I please..."

Heavy boots slam against wet, late-night roads as the adolescent thunders back to his favourite club district on foot, ignorant of the figures following him.

He's going to get himself killed if he can't locate his common sense...

"The way I see it, he's just as predictable as my base programming."

The soft lull in the estate after the trio's departure was cut short by the mellow commentary of a clarinet, intermingled with the sounds of hushed breathing from it's orchestrator. Although immersed in his private studies during the dead of night, Darien was as alert as he could possibly be. Alert for his mother, politically tied to the glass building which would deny him his only salvation from a colourless, two dimensional hell of silver veiled skies that hid it's temperament as those below it hid their intentions. He heard his little sister's second departure as though it had been right next to him, in plain sight. Teo must be too mad to be perceptive...

Darian almost resented Teo and Maeve, but his disposition allowed him to reflect on how different the people of Kiyonis can be from one another, even in the same financial sect. False promises of oneness and community were just that. False. The fact he'd never had a life outside of Kiyonis to compare things with was what bothered him most. Maeve was lucky. She wasn't afraid to run every now and then.

Kiyonis is a backwards world. The brave will run but the cowards stay. And for all the marvelous freedom and haute-couture offered to him, he was just another coward too afraid to break the honour system and run... At least that was his Kiyonis. There must be another.

If anyone's confused by my cultural references, Teo's mother is "Spanish"and works for Maeve's family, and, for the record, his father is "Japanese"... In quotation marks because Kiyonian culture backgrounds are arguably likely to be a little slurred. As well as Kreis' German.... Which I have no real explaination for. Does anyone else find it odd that I'm learning German and Japanese at the same time? Maybe it's evidence towards my subconscious morbidity. If there are any problems with this message, I'm physically begging people to point them out. Only YOU can prevent literary... bad... ness. -_-*

Regarding Darian: Only real men type in pink. !^^!

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