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So, I Figured That I'd Post My Revised Work Of My Fanfiction, 'Honeysuckle'.
I've Got The Personalities More Correct, This Time, But It's Still A Little Off,
I Guess That's What Makes It A Fanfiction, Right?
Either Way, Here It Is.
Written While Listening To; 'The Basin Street Blues'.

Honeysuckle (Revision.)
Chapter One: Scowl.

The Thick Hazy Lights Of The Warring City; Lumina Cloth, Danced Through The Sky,
Like Spotlights, Chasing Some Nonexistance Someone.
The Arenas And Icolo On Either Of It's Sides, And An Exit Through The Middle.
But, It Was Just As Antares Had Said,
Lumina Cloth Was A City Of Foolish Compitition, And Empty Victory.
Yes, Lumina Cloth Was No More Than Cold Stone, And False Pride,
The City Itself; Vast And Empty.

It Made Haseo Recall His Conversations With Atoli, To Convince Her To Come Here,
She Was Right, Just Like Antares.
While This World May Be Fake; Polygons And Textures, The Emotions There Are Very Real.
And Here He Was, The Mighty Terror Of Death, Sitting On A Stone Bridge As He Thought To Himself.
Haseo Quickly Wished He Hadn't.

Shino, Tri-Edge, Ovan.
They All Flooded Into His Concience.

The PKK Scoffed At The Arena, And Vanished Into The Air As A Wave Of Blue Rings.
Completely Unaware Of The Face That Had Watched Him.

Alkaid Scowled Inwardly;
'Damn Cheater...'
And Yet.

He Was Such A Curious Person.
A Strange And Interesting New Thing, That Had Preoccipied Her.
Twice Now She Had Fought Off The Thoughts Of Asking Him To An Area To Play.

The Terror Of Death, And Former-Emperor Alkaid.
Side By Side In This World.

In Eachother's Arms.

She Logged Off.
'Why Can't You Just Apologize, Or Tell Me Why?'

She Slid Into Bed,
Sleep Would Let Her Think Until Tomarrow.
And With That In Thought, She Drifted Into Slumber.

Haseo's Fingers Snaked Lazy And Whimsical Patterns Across Her Naval,
Just Before He Draped His Arms Loosely Over Her Shoulders, And Softly Set His Head Onto Her Shoulder.
'Hello, Beautiful...'

She Sat Up.
Sweat, And A Tangled Mass Of Sheets Had Explained It All.

Dreams.
Fantasy.
Fiction.

She Looked Up Towards The Clock.

"6:36" She Groaned.

It Wasn't Worth The Effort To Pry Herself From Bed,
And She Drifted Back Into The Hands Of Sleep.

S'okay,
That Was It, So Far...

Nothing Amazing, Nothing New.
I Know.
I've Been Working On Another.
So, I Might Post That Here Too...
It's A New One, With Different People, Too...

Either Way, As For Now, I Think I'm Going To Listen To Counting Crows...