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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:11 pm
 Cos let out a nearly girlish scream as he dodged a baseball bat that was aiming for his head, stumbling a few steps before tripping and falling roughly onto the unmerciful pavement. He let out a loud grunt as his body his ground, wincing a bit as his chin scraped against the road.
He got up on his knees, gently dabbing at his new scrap, but was soon ripped out of his injury-check-time as the punks around him went to gang up on him again. He cursed loudly, clumsily getting up on his feet just in time to get knocked back down on his butt by a kick to the gut.
Cos coughed and gasped as the air was knocked out of him, a hand on his stomach. 'D-damn it...the hell did I do to deserve this?' he thought miserably to himself as the gang of highschool punks circled around him, getting ready for another round of beating the young boss up.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:30 pm
 Ceilo checked behind her for what seemed the thousandth time, making sure the black-headed idiot was still behind her and not plotting her roadside death. Her silver eyes counted the bags in his arms, making sure they were all accounted for, and returned to looking ahead.
Internally, she almost laughed aloud, rare cheekiness making her giddy that she had gotten the lazy Abele to actually help her not only go grocery shopping but carry things back as well. Ceilo let a wild smile pan across her lips, She had done it! She had gotten the laziest-assed person she knew to do something!
The smile shrunk as a new thought crossed the previous one, What about Cos? Chewing on her lower lip, she excused it. All she had to do was show up in her normal clothing, coveralls tied at her waist and a flashy tanktop number that Cos knew her to wear as his Tutor, and he'd almost s**t a brink. She cackled to herself, but that too, faded in a second to be replaced by slight confusion.
Was the new head really stupid enough not to recognize his butler and tutor looked so similar? Looking down at her butler uniform, she really didn't see much of a difference, besides her slicked back hair and lack of color.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:45 pm
Abele dragged his feet along the harsh sidewalk as he followed grumpily behind Ceilo, towards their sprawling home. The plastic of the grocery bags cut into his hands, making him frown even harder. Not only were the grocery ridiculously heavy- what in hell's name did that crazy loon think they'd do with all this food- but he had been forced into this trip while in midst of a thrilling chapter of TWIN'S LABYRINTH and he was dying to know if Ayumu ever confessed his love to Rin...
Stopping sharply, the annoying voice in his head that he had affectionately called "the stupid alarm of total dumbass-ary" was picking up some unusual waves. Cos had spent an oddly large amount of time away from the house, much longer than normal.... Where was that idiot anyways? The manly-bitc---- er, Ceilo rarely let him out of her sight.
"Hey, Ceilo..." He started, looking up and down the sidewalk, "Where's Don......?"
It was only then a girlish scream echoed through the narrow street.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:18 pm
Cos spit out some blood onto the sidewalk, very slowly recovering from the round of kicks to body parts he didn't even know he had, as well as being beat on with baseball bats, lead pipes and whatever the hell else the gang around him could find.
The teen groaned as he struggled to get back up onto his feet, grunting in pain when he received another kick in the side from one of the nameless teenagers around him. Cos felt his blood start to boil when he heard the lot around him laughing obnoxiously at his pathetic "show".
He stumbled to his feet for what felt like the umpteenth time that day, this time with a certain air of resolve about him. Damn it, he was tired of getting his a** kicked!
With a growl he clenched his fists and pulled his arm back to send a punch towards whoever was closet. Just as he was about to make contact with one of the punks' jaw, he faltered, narrowly missing said jaw and stumbling off to the side as he saw "the homo" and his butler just coming around the corner of the street he was on.
"Abele, Ceilo? What are you gu--!" Cos was harshly interrupted when something very hard slammed into the back of his skull. He collapsed to the ground once more, his vision dizzying and spots popping up all around within his eyesight. He gripped onto the back of his head, feeling a rather large goose-egg starting to form, and shrunk into a fetal position.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:40 pm
Turning the corner, Abele was sadly not too surprised to hear Cos's voice pierce the silence. "Abele, Ceilo? What are you gu--!"
`Ele winced as he took in a thoroughly beaten Cos kneeling against the red brick wall, surround by four or five punks, equipped with baseball bats and lead pipes. The new Don's face was already beginning to bruise, and his breathing was ragged as he curled up onto himself. it was a rather pitiful site, and it made Abele's blood boil...
"HEY! You damn punks!" He shouted, pushing past Ceilo and making his way to the gathering. "What in hell's name are you doing? What? Your mums forgot to give you your lunch money, and you gotta resort to beatin` up harmless kids to get your kicks? Thats sick, you're just a bunch of ********` losers, with nothin`better to than cause problems. Its makes you feel better, am I right? You boys gotta make up for what you're lacking somehow, I guess." he finished, wiggling his pinky suggestively.
That seemed to get the teen rebels attention, their heads turning quickly to take in their latest challenger. Of course, Abele didn't seem like much- a short, girlish teen with a couple of grocery bags? "What you want, you whore?" One of the simpered, stepping up to take Abele on. "We kicked up your boyfriend here, and now we're goin` bash your pretty little face in too."
Abele grinned. "How about I bash your ugly face in instead? I think it'd be an improvement."
When the punk swung his bat at Abele, `Ele quickly ducked, before slamming the heavy bag into his opponent's face. The rebel went flying back, and the glass bottles in the bag shattered from the impact. The downed teen moaned and stilled.
"Alright boys," Abele smirked evilly, swinging the remaining bags between his fingers. "Whose next?"
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 11:22 am
On second though, Ceilo hummed to herself, Cos probably was.
"Hey Ceilo... Where's Don......?"
"Abele, Ceilo? What are you gu--!"
She rolled her eyes as Abele rushed past her, and winced as he used the bags in his hands as a tennis racket. Face pulling into a scowl, her body tensed as she stalked silently to the group. "Ah-bele....." She ground out, disregarding the punks that had started to encircle the fem-boy. Pulling out the mini-screwdrivers she hid in her vest between her fingers, Ceilo sent them out in a swift wave of her arm, embedding a third of the group in various body parts with the injection shafts.
"What the Hell?!" One cried, before one by one, the effected group dropped to the ground shaking uncontrollably.
Furious, Ceilo grabbed Abele by the front of his shirt, "I told you to be careful with those! I needed the sherry for dinner tonight, and the wines for next week's party-!"
"A ********' costume wearin' weirdo took out Carl-!" The punks had started checking out their downed comrades, and apparently whoever Carl was, he must have been important to their group. "Hhhyyyyaaaaaaa!" cried another, taking a running start at Ceilo and Abele, raised arm with a pocket knife in it. Before his fist could even come in contact with the air behind Ceilo's back, she let go of Abele and spun, leg snapping out at the knife-wielding punk's forearm.
He dropped to the ground with a scream, clutching the broken arm. The silver haired girl sniffed. "Don't sneak up on me like that, I'm easily startled!"
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:33 pm
Abele couldn't hold make a wince at the sound of cracking glass. He just knew he'd get it for real because of it, even it had gone to a noble cause..... He mentally crossed his fingers, perhaps that bag had only been holding the soda bottles for Cos.
Being lifted off the ground was at first unexpected- there's no way these low level losers could even touch him- but finding the manly-b***h holding his smaller frame up was slightly more acceptable to his pride. He slumped against the hold, knowing hitting the wall would be significantly less brutal if he took it like a pliant sack of potatoes....
The hit never came, and Abele was surprisingly dropped back to his feet. `Ele simply watched the scene with rapidly cooling anger as the girl-who-was-born-looking-like-a-guy took out most of the attackers.
Pouting, Abele glared at Ceilo innocently. "I'm sorry~ but you could have had least left have for me.... There's only one more! Selfish, selfish."
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:49 pm
As the punks either picked up their comrades and ran or just plain ran, Ceilo ran a hand through her hair in annoyance, effectively breaking the gel that held it in place by accident. A few strands of her silver hair fell into her face, of which she blew at to clear her eye sight. Stupid kids, stupid boss, stupid deceased head, God rest his soul though, for appointing a stupid kid who can't even fight at HIS age.
"I'm sorry~ but you could have had least left have for me.... There's only one more! Selfish, selfish."
She scowled in return to his pout before shaking her head. She fished a few twenties from the pocket of her slacks, grabbed Abele's hands and folded his fingers over the bills. "Sherry, Merlot, Sake, and Marsala. Find Greg at the store, that's the guy you were checking out while walking down the cereal isle, and he'll help you because he saw you there with me. You come back with all four liquids and I promise not to ask you to do anything for a week."
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 8:35 pm
Abele huffed. Not only did Ceilo get to take on way more than he did, but they all fled after the show of brute strength on the tom-boy's part. He was seriously beginning to feel repressed- it had been his job for at least two whole years so far to do the Don's bidding, taking out whoever he was ordered to. In fact, he'd jumped in ranks to being one of the most effective hit man in the family! What a sad waste of talent..... To say Abele had a lot of pent up energy would be an understatement.
"Sherry, Merlot, Sake, and Marsala. Find Greg at the store, that's the guy you were checking out while walking down the cereal isle, and he'll help you because he saw you there with me. You come back with all four liquids and I promise not to ask you to do anything for a week."
It was a tempting offer indeed... no work for a week, and that hot guy as- wait. Abele could almost swear he hadn't been moaning Greg the night before.... "Greg? I thought his name was Adam..." He mumbled, pocketing the bills. "Oops."
Grinning cheekily at Ceilo, he took off at a leisurely pace. This day was certainly looking up all of a sudden....
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 9:07 pm
Not wanting to even ponder what the femme-boy had even been thinking about her friend, Ceilo turned to Cos and sighed upon the site of his cuts and bruises. The roadrash on his forehead alone would need better treatment upon reaching the house.
Twitching at a thought, the girl set down her bags and pulled one of her precious bottles of water out, uncapping it and pouring a small amount on her sleeve to dab at the crusted blood on his cheek. The stupid shop-o-holic would probably shriek at the sight of her supposed boyfriend, yell something about how she and Abele had probably done it in a plot to take over the Family, and then take off with the dorky Don's 'hidden' manga fund for 'therapeutic' shopping.
Ceilo rolled her eyes before standing up and mimicking Tyra's voice, "I need to go shopping. What you two have done to my baby has made me upset, so I need to go get tons and tons of clothes with money that doesn't even belong to me." Sticking out her tongue at nothing in particular, Ceilo shed her vest and button-up white dress shirt, revealing a silly random tanktop featuring a neon green cartoon t-Rex eating a carrot.
Looking down at her slacks, she rummaged through a bag and pulled out a pair of light blue coveralls. Quickly pulling those on and breaking the rest of her gelled hair, Ceilo picked up the water bottle again, and none-so-discreetly- pulled off the cap entirely and squeezed as hard as she could. The water rushed out forcefully, soaking Cos' head and shoulders.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 11:25 pm
Cos groggily slipped back into the conscious world and mumbled pathetically for the blurry figure above him to stop it. He lay there on the ground for a moment, thankful for the cooling sensation the water left on his cuts and scraps. He lay there for a moment, just staring up blearily at the figure above him, trying his best to ignore the pain throughout his whole body.
He blinked a few times as he stared at the blur, his vision slowly, but surely, clearing up until he could clearly see the face of...
"Oh s**t," was all he managed to sputter out as he quickly sat up, biting back a wince at his wounded body screamed in protest at the sudden movement. "M-Master Ceil! What are you doing here?! Th-this isn't what it looks like! I uh...was just going really easy on them, I swear!" the teen babbled, but soon quieted as he grew dizzy. Getting up so fast plus getting hit in the head so hard that he very likely had a concussion really wasn't helping the young boss in faking being a-okay.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 11:36 pm
Abele grinned, excited at the chance to stretch his legs and get away. The local grocery store was right around the corner, and so was his ticket to getting out of the Gallo household for the night. The sun was painting hues of orange against the distant mountains, and the chime of the bell on the door of the store was music to Abele's ears.
Looking around, he noted, satisfied, that the store was rather empty. only a few bored looking clerks remained, most seeming uninterested at Abele's appearance..... except one.
A tall red-head stiffened near the back of the store when Abele smiled innocently at him and made his way past the numerous boxes of brightly colored cereal. Running an elegant hand up the taller man's arm, he leaned in, placing his knee between the older teen's legs. Stretching up, he whispered hotly in the man's ear. "Hey Greg... Miss me?"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 12:22 am
 Ceilo rolled her eyes, letting her grip on the bottle relax so air bubbled up, creating a suction strong enough to keep the remaining water contained for a moment. Squeezing a split second later, the rest of the water dropped over Cos' head. "I thought I told you to train last week. What's with these cuts and bruises, ha?"
She pulled a rag from her pocket, one remarkably clean with only a small grease mark in the corner, dropping that over his head next as she noticed his cheek bleeding again. "Meditation for a half hour every morning, training for two hours after that and at night. Easy enough, but you probably took that as ********' manga read-time and used training as a walk to the bookstore and back!"
Of course, Ceilo knew all of this to be factual, as she was technically assigned to be his bodyguard by the late head, and his butler hired by himself. She sneered down at him in annoyance, "Get up. Today we'll have a mock mission, something all great heads in this family have done through the years to hone their skills. We carry secrets you will be bestowed with upon your full recognition as the Gallo Head, and once every handful of years there is a spy that wiggles his way into our ranks."
While speaking, the coverall-clad girl kicked at the sidewalk until a stone came loose, where she knelt and pulled it away. Pressing the button it concealed, a section of cement popped up to reveal a steel box. Ceilo loaded the box with the groceries and let the lid fall again, popping the rock back into place. "We'll be tailing Abele. I have nothing to complain about with his work, but his...."
Ceilo shuddered slightly with annoyance in the middle of her explanation. "His methods, to say the least, are what I disapprove of."
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 1:51 am
Cos sputtered as more water hit the top of his head and ducked his head sheepishly when his tutor hit the head of the nail when she accused him of wasting away his training hours on reading manga.
The teen listened as Ceil talked, pressing the rag against his wounded cheek, and then gaped as the sidewalk popped up. 'What the hell haven't they though of?!' he thought disbelieving to himself.
"Get up. Today we'll have a mock mission, something all great heads in this family have done through the years to hone their skills."
Cos did as his teacher said and stood up on shaky legs, putting a hand on his forehead in an attempt to push back the dizziness. Even though his body screamed for him to just lay back down, he forced himself to stay on his feet for fear of what kind of sick punishment Ceil would come up for him if he didn't do as she said.
'Why are all the cute girls so damn violent?' he thought to himself
"We'll be tailing Abele. I have nothing to complain about with his work, but his...his methods, to say the least, are what I disapprove of."
The teen blinked in confusing, wondering what exactly she meant. Though a little part of him felt like he didn't really want to know.
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