Laynie

(Cus I need to talk to you about school) "Are too. And their father's company was supposed to kill all three of us off, but they never succeeded. I just found out they were runnin' around in Beauport," the woman leaned against the wall.

She burst out laughing. "Oh god kid, you're head-over-heals for the retard, aren't'cha?" And yeah, he said I was dead cus I'm supposed to be. His sister knows I'm alive. They're supposed to be dead to," she rolled her eyes and tossed some curls over her shoulder. (Call me please)

"He has his own place? Damn, I didn't think he'd be smart enough to get one. Well, do you know where his sister is?" she pulled her hand back and slipped it into her pocket. "I heard she owns a shop or some shit,"

"...to say hi. They're my kids after all," she rolled her eyes. "Oh, my name's Rachel," she held out her thin, tan hand which looked much much older than she herself did. They were the only things on her that aged. "And you would be?"

"Miss. Never been married. So you know the two brats, huh?" she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. She looked to be about twenty years old herself, but based off of the age of her kids, she was much older. "Y'know where they are, Stubby?" (!)

"Sure, but help me first," she looked up at the boy. Same icy blue eyes. She looked no older than eighteen, until she stood up and towered over Mammon. 6' 1". "I'm lookin' for a short blonde kid, or a small girl with brown hair. The girl's twenty som'm, and the boy's about nineteen or so," she rolled. Her. Shoulders.

In the alley across from the apartment building, a woman was sitting and tracing her fingers over the wall. She had blonde curls tumbling down her shoulders, and her face was hidden. The shade of blonde her hair was matched Haru's almost too perfectly...

The next morning, Haru was gone. Just gone. He wasn't in the apartment. And he didn't leave a note, cus well, he couldn't read or write. The apartment was silent and still, nothing happening and no sounds could be heard... it was a bit eery...

"firetruck no, I'm tired," he shook his head. "Listen, you interupted me. Think of it as payback. Now lemme go sleep," he went back to his bedroom and passed out yet again. (yes it is T^T)

(I can't figure out the fricken science crossword puzzle :I) "Sure, whatever you say. Can I go sleep now?" he yawned, running a hand through his hair again. He did that when it was wet. "You keep waking me up for strange reasons," Yeah, cus coming on the couch and making a guest sleep there isn't strange at aaall.

Out came Haru, (wearing jeans thankgod) and into the living room. "What the hell happened to you?" he rose an eyebrow. "You bust your lip, Stubby?" he ran a hand through his wet hair. His blue eyes glistened and looked less icy, his tan skin seemed to glow and his hair made glossy beads of water form on his neck.

(IGNORE IT AND MOVE ON WITH HIS LIFE) "You bite your tongue or something?" the water shut off, and you could hear foot steps on the tile in the bathroom. "Jeez... it's been forever since I actually had to wash my hair..." now it would be totally fabulous and super soft ;D/!

(Dat's yucky xDDD!) "What're you screaming about?" Haru called from the shower. Great scenario. Curious Virgin Mammon finding someone's... mess on the couch, and a naked dude in the shower. That's a perfect combo.

Haru gave yet another groan and just went to the bathroom. Shower time. To him, this was really no big deal, and he didn't understand why Mammon was so freaked out. He turned on the hot water and washed the mess out of his hair. To HIM it was no big deal, but... ew. Yucky.

"That? That's the shit that came outta me when I had to pull out earlier today, thanks to you and your wife. Now go wash your hands, that's nasty, dude," he buried his face in the pillow and sighed.

"What?!" he groaned rolling over. "I'm tryna sleep! Go to bed!" he threw a pillow at the door. Cus that toootally solved everything. We all know that Ru's a winner! "If you wanna yell, go outside and yell! Then get abducted by rapists!"

(my bad :3c) "Night," Haru went through his usual routine of passing out once he hit his mattress. Sakura was gonna kill him once she found out that Mammon was here, and he didn't call her. And yet, she'd still find a reason to blame that on Ru.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," Getting shit stolen by whores is tiring. "I'm gonna go to bed... like I said, you get the couch," he did his famous shoulder-roll that Allie thinks he does too much and headed towards his bedroom. (Call me!! If you can, that is)

"Ouch. Rough, dude," he sighed. "Nothin' wrong with not being strong though. But ypu just gotta be careful in a place like Beauport's all," he put his knife down and flipped the coffee table down. "It got really late," he noticed, looking out the window and noticing the dark sky.

"Happy time?" he blinked. "Weird choice o' words, dude, but whatever. I was drawing out my mom," he sighed, going back to etching. "So, your dad expected you to be all tough and manly or whatever? What's wrong with not being tough and manly?"

"Ouch. That's pretty rough," he sighed. "I was just hated from the beginning. Mom would leave me home for hours and hours..." he remembered, continuing to etch the picture. "I couldn't talk until I was four, so everyone thought there was something wrong with me,"

"How are you a mistake? Your parents didn't have you by accident, did they?" he asked, sketching more details into her hair. "Cups are int he cabinet above the sink,"

"Mom?" he laughed. "No, she wouldn't care. I was a mistake anyway," he thought it was pretty funny. "You don't have to teach me, it's a waste of time," Haru shook his head, still snickering from the subject.

"Nah, it's cool. The only thing I regret is that I'm doomed to stupidity. Mom always said I was dumb, and Sakura thinks so too. I've never been to school," he shrugged. "So I can't read or write... but Sakura can, so she was better off than I was. She took care of me,"

"Well, Dad gave me this scar here, see?" he lifted up his hair to reveal that gash-mark on his face. "He did that when he hit me with a vase. So after Mom died, me and Sakura lived upstairs for a few days, but then Dad set the house on fire. We made it out, and he... died in the fire. So we ran and ran until we came to Beauport. Once we got here, we had a hard time leaving... it was difficult enough to get this apartment," he shrugged. "And I've been in Beauport since I was about eight,"