Post by Alice Wilde on Dec 20, 2004 0:44:50 GMT -5
I always write multiple things at a time.
Ila, you owe me.
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Ila Martini had led an interesting life. She had grown up in a lovely town by the sea, gone to a special martial arts school, and got married to one incredibly wealthy James Skalu. It was more of a wealth marriage than a love one...Arranged of course. All wealthy marriages are secretly arranged, and there was always the chance that the two people in question would not be suitable for each other.
This happened to be the case with Ila and James. They did not like each other, let alone love each other. Ila often complained of this to her friends, who promptly told her to shut the f*ck up, and enjoy her money.
One day, Ila listened to them, and sent a plane ticket to an old friend from school, inviting him to stay at the mansion for the weekend. The very weekend when James was out of town, seeing what he said was a Magnetic Fields concert, though his claim can not be verified.
* * * * * *
Tragedy stepped off the plane, smiling. A random luggage guy asked if he needed help with his suitcases. Tragedy told him to shut up.
“Yes, sir.” Random luggage guy said.
“TRAGEDY. Tragedy TRAGEDY!” Ila cried, from the other side of the terminal. She rushed up to him, grinning from ear to ear, her husband following her plainly annoyed.
Tragedy stopped smiling...He had taken a particular dislike to James, though he did not know why. He felt himself tense up as James neared, his hand defensively on Ila’s shoulder, holding her back from Tragedy.
“Mr. Tragedy.” James said, holding out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Tragedy stared at James’s hand, suspiciously. His in-school martial training had told him not trust the enemy, and James certainly felt like an enemy.
Ila nervously surveyed the situation, and pushed her husband away, staring up at Tragedy, who suddenly broke back into smiling.
“It is a pleasure.” She stated, winking flirtatiously at her former classmate. James blinked, suddenly looking very concerned. An announcement over the intercom informed him that his plane was now boarding. James glared at Tragedy.
“Stay away from my wife.” He said.
“James!” Ila cried.
“Good-bye, James.” Tragedy said, coldly.
James kissed his wife, solemnly on the forehead. True, he didn’t love her. But, in his mind, she was his. And, he couldn’t have anyone stealing his things.
Once he had left, Tragedy turned to Ila, grabbed her by the waist, and pressed his lips against hers. She reacted without thinking, grabbed him by the neck, shoved him, face down, to the ground, and placed her foot squarely on his lower back. Her mad ninja skillz were apparently just as good as the day she graduated.
“This is going to be a fun weekend.” Tragedy said, his nose pressed against floor.
“Oh. Oh, Tragedy, I’m sorry.” She bit her lip. “I didn’t mean to.”
Tragedy swiftly grabbed her leg, and dragged her onto the floor with him. “I know.” He muttered, eyes sparkling happily. Ila laughed, and accepted his help in climbing off the floor.
“Let’s go home.” She said.
* * * * * * *
The Skalu mansion was a beautiful place that appeared to be made entirely out of jet-black marble. It featured 105 bedrooms, all finely furnished with name brand furniture. However, Ila preferred to haunt the dusty library on the third floor...James never went there.
“Wow, Ila.” Tragedy said, sniffing the dusty air. “This place is marvelous.”
Ila smiled, and suddenly grabbed her schoolmate’s hair, forcing him to lean back toward her. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then shoved him away. Tragedy spun around, eyes blazing. Jumping up onto a table, he gestured for her to come closer. She did.
“You’re marvelous, too, darling.” Tragedy whispered. Ila blushed. Having the chance, Tragedy kicked her onto the floor.
They did not know that James, who insisted on having a video camera in every room, was watching the scene with interest from what he called the information room because of its many costly televisions. He did not trust his wife, and had decided to stay home to make sure she and her...friend...didn’t do anything they shouldn’t.
Back in the library, Ila growled, and scrambled off of the floor, running to a nearby staircase. She waited. Tragedy slowly stepped off the table, and climbed the stair rail to the top of the staircase, making sure to stay a good distance from Ila.
Ila grabbed two swords hanging from the library wall, and tossed Tragedy one. While he was catching his weapon, she sprang forward in an effort to stab him. Tilting his hips toward the wall, Tragedy avoided the rapier, and in the split second he could still grab the sword, grabbed it, forcing Ila to fall forward onto him.
He gently embraced her, throwing his sword aside. Ila giggled, and pulled away, playfully. She looked up the ceiling, and pulled a rope hanging from it. Immediately, a metal ladder feel on top of her lover.
“Such a gentleman.” She nodded approvingly, and climbed the ladder onto the roof.
“And, I suppose you get off on this?” Tragedy called to her, going up the ladder. Ila simply smiled.
“That’s fine. Don’t answer me.” Tragedy smiled, stepping off the ladder. James, in the information room, grimaced. He knew he should have installed cameras on the roof. Begrudgingly, he left his room.
One of the greatest things of having a roof to go up to, is the view. Heights seem to be designed to take the viewer(s)’s breathe away. A sudden gust of wind ruffled the Ila’s hair, as she answered Tragedy’s question.
“I do get off on this.” She said, walking toward him, and placing her hand just under his earlobe. Tragedy wildly pulled her toward him, kicking her ankle gently so she would fall back into his arms.
At this very moment, James happened to walk onto the roof.
Ila leaned forward in Tragedy’s arms, and kissed him passionately, happily, finally. It seemed odd...She hadn’t seen Tragedy in years...But, she hadn’t missed him until this moment. He deepened the kiss, by shifting his arms to her neck.
“Tragedy...” Ila whispered. “I love-”
“Ila...!” James shouted, horrified, suddenly seeing them. “No!”
“I...what? Oh! James!” She cried, shocked.
Tragedy propped her upright, pressing his fingers gently against her lips. Sighing he turned to James.
“This isn’t what you think.” He murmured. A slight breeze blew passed, as James clinched his fist. He marched passed his rival, and to his wife.
“Ila...” He whispered, thickly. “Say it isn’t so.”
“It’s not so.” She said, looking at the ground.
Tragedy waved at them. “I’m still here.”
James ignored him. “Ila...If you can’t be a faithful wife...”
“If I can’t be a faithful wife?!” She lashed out suddenly. She was very near hitting her husband, but that wouldn’t be ninja thing to do. Ninjas were quiet, and unnoticeable about their revenge. “James, you’ve been the most unfaithful husband in the history of husbands...Don’t think that I don’t know about your little “business trip” with Pandora!”
James suddenly looked pale. “...What?”
“Pandora. You ... her...” Ila snarled. Ignoring the ninja code, she kicked her husband squarely between the eyes, forcing him to step back.
This gave Tragedy an idea. He grabbed James by the back of his suit, and lifted him off of the ground, almost holding him up to Ila like a punching bag. Ila shook her head.
“It’s not worth it...” She muttered, dejectedly. She turned to her husband. “I want a divorce.” She demanded.
“Fine!” James snapped. Ila felt tears gather in her eyes. “I’m only happy that we signed the pre-nup before all this!”
“Let him go, Tragedy.” Ila whispered. Tragedy couldn’t bear the look of pain about her, and dragged James over to the side of the roof.
“Listen to me, James!” He rattled off, dangling him from the roof by the collar. “Don’t you ever come near Ila again! She will keep her money...” Tragedy paused here, reaching for his katana sword embedded under his clothing. “Or else you will die.” He continued, gently running the blade against James’s throat
James yelped quietly, and struggled to get back on the roof. Tragedy disgustedly let go of him.
“No!” Ila shouted, running over the edge. It was too late. James had already fallen. Ila turned to Tragedy. “What was that?” she shrieked. “You...you just killed my husband!” She quickly stole his katana from him.
“Leave this place, Tragedy.” She said, quietly.
Tragedy looked at her with wide eyes. “I will be back you know.” He said, incredously. How could she be ordering him to leave...when he just saved her life?!
The wind blew the tears across Ila’s face. “No. You won’t.” She stated. And, with that, pushed him off the roof.
This was never going to come up again.
Ila, you owe me.
- - - - -
Ila Martini had led an interesting life. She had grown up in a lovely town by the sea, gone to a special martial arts school, and got married to one incredibly wealthy James Skalu. It was more of a wealth marriage than a love one...Arranged of course. All wealthy marriages are secretly arranged, and there was always the chance that the two people in question would not be suitable for each other.
This happened to be the case with Ila and James. They did not like each other, let alone love each other. Ila often complained of this to her friends, who promptly told her to shut the f*ck up, and enjoy her money.
One day, Ila listened to them, and sent a plane ticket to an old friend from school, inviting him to stay at the mansion for the weekend. The very weekend when James was out of town, seeing what he said was a Magnetic Fields concert, though his claim can not be verified.
* * * * * *
Tragedy stepped off the plane, smiling. A random luggage guy asked if he needed help with his suitcases. Tragedy told him to shut up.
“Yes, sir.” Random luggage guy said.
“TRAGEDY. Tragedy TRAGEDY!” Ila cried, from the other side of the terminal. She rushed up to him, grinning from ear to ear, her husband following her plainly annoyed.
Tragedy stopped smiling...He had taken a particular dislike to James, though he did not know why. He felt himself tense up as James neared, his hand defensively on Ila’s shoulder, holding her back from Tragedy.
“Mr. Tragedy.” James said, holding out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Tragedy stared at James’s hand, suspiciously. His in-school martial training had told him not trust the enemy, and James certainly felt like an enemy.
Ila nervously surveyed the situation, and pushed her husband away, staring up at Tragedy, who suddenly broke back into smiling.
“It is a pleasure.” She stated, winking flirtatiously at her former classmate. James blinked, suddenly looking very concerned. An announcement over the intercom informed him that his plane was now boarding. James glared at Tragedy.
“Stay away from my wife.” He said.
“James!” Ila cried.
“Good-bye, James.” Tragedy said, coldly.
James kissed his wife, solemnly on the forehead. True, he didn’t love her. But, in his mind, she was his. And, he couldn’t have anyone stealing his things.
Once he had left, Tragedy turned to Ila, grabbed her by the waist, and pressed his lips against hers. She reacted without thinking, grabbed him by the neck, shoved him, face down, to the ground, and placed her foot squarely on his lower back. Her mad ninja skillz were apparently just as good as the day she graduated.
“This is going to be a fun weekend.” Tragedy said, his nose pressed against floor.
“Oh. Oh, Tragedy, I’m sorry.” She bit her lip. “I didn’t mean to.”
Tragedy swiftly grabbed her leg, and dragged her onto the floor with him. “I know.” He muttered, eyes sparkling happily. Ila laughed, and accepted his help in climbing off the floor.
“Let’s go home.” She said.
* * * * * * *
The Skalu mansion was a beautiful place that appeared to be made entirely out of jet-black marble. It featured 105 bedrooms, all finely furnished with name brand furniture. However, Ila preferred to haunt the dusty library on the third floor...James never went there.
“Wow, Ila.” Tragedy said, sniffing the dusty air. “This place is marvelous.”
Ila smiled, and suddenly grabbed her schoolmate’s hair, forcing him to lean back toward her. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then shoved him away. Tragedy spun around, eyes blazing. Jumping up onto a table, he gestured for her to come closer. She did.
“You’re marvelous, too, darling.” Tragedy whispered. Ila blushed. Having the chance, Tragedy kicked her onto the floor.
They did not know that James, who insisted on having a video camera in every room, was watching the scene with interest from what he called the information room because of its many costly televisions. He did not trust his wife, and had decided to stay home to make sure she and her...friend...didn’t do anything they shouldn’t.
Back in the library, Ila growled, and scrambled off of the floor, running to a nearby staircase. She waited. Tragedy slowly stepped off the table, and climbed the stair rail to the top of the staircase, making sure to stay a good distance from Ila.
Ila grabbed two swords hanging from the library wall, and tossed Tragedy one. While he was catching his weapon, she sprang forward in an effort to stab him. Tilting his hips toward the wall, Tragedy avoided the rapier, and in the split second he could still grab the sword, grabbed it, forcing Ila to fall forward onto him.
He gently embraced her, throwing his sword aside. Ila giggled, and pulled away, playfully. She looked up the ceiling, and pulled a rope hanging from it. Immediately, a metal ladder feel on top of her lover.
“Such a gentleman.” She nodded approvingly, and climbed the ladder onto the roof.
“And, I suppose you get off on this?” Tragedy called to her, going up the ladder. Ila simply smiled.
“That’s fine. Don’t answer me.” Tragedy smiled, stepping off the ladder. James, in the information room, grimaced. He knew he should have installed cameras on the roof. Begrudgingly, he left his room.
One of the greatest things of having a roof to go up to, is the view. Heights seem to be designed to take the viewer(s)’s breathe away. A sudden gust of wind ruffled the Ila’s hair, as she answered Tragedy’s question.
“I do get off on this.” She said, walking toward him, and placing her hand just under his earlobe. Tragedy wildly pulled her toward him, kicking her ankle gently so she would fall back into his arms.
At this very moment, James happened to walk onto the roof.
Ila leaned forward in Tragedy’s arms, and kissed him passionately, happily, finally. It seemed odd...She hadn’t seen Tragedy in years...But, she hadn’t missed him until this moment. He deepened the kiss, by shifting his arms to her neck.
“Tragedy...” Ila whispered. “I love-”
“Ila...!” James shouted, horrified, suddenly seeing them. “No!”
“I...what? Oh! James!” She cried, shocked.
Tragedy propped her upright, pressing his fingers gently against her lips. Sighing he turned to James.
“This isn’t what you think.” He murmured. A slight breeze blew passed, as James clinched his fist. He marched passed his rival, and to his wife.
“Ila...” He whispered, thickly. “Say it isn’t so.”
“It’s not so.” She said, looking at the ground.
Tragedy waved at them. “I’m still here.”
James ignored him. “Ila...If you can’t be a faithful wife...”
“If I can’t be a faithful wife?!” She lashed out suddenly. She was very near hitting her husband, but that wouldn’t be ninja thing to do. Ninjas were quiet, and unnoticeable about their revenge. “James, you’ve been the most unfaithful husband in the history of husbands...Don’t think that I don’t know about your little “business trip” with Pandora!”
James suddenly looked pale. “...What?”
“Pandora. You ... her...” Ila snarled. Ignoring the ninja code, she kicked her husband squarely between the eyes, forcing him to step back.
This gave Tragedy an idea. He grabbed James by the back of his suit, and lifted him off of the ground, almost holding him up to Ila like a punching bag. Ila shook her head.
“It’s not worth it...” She muttered, dejectedly. She turned to her husband. “I want a divorce.” She demanded.
“Fine!” James snapped. Ila felt tears gather in her eyes. “I’m only happy that we signed the pre-nup before all this!”
“Let him go, Tragedy.” Ila whispered. Tragedy couldn’t bear the look of pain about her, and dragged James over to the side of the roof.
“Listen to me, James!” He rattled off, dangling him from the roof by the collar. “Don’t you ever come near Ila again! She will keep her money...” Tragedy paused here, reaching for his katana sword embedded under his clothing. “Or else you will die.” He continued, gently running the blade against James’s throat
James yelped quietly, and struggled to get back on the roof. Tragedy disgustedly let go of him.
“No!” Ila shouted, running over the edge. It was too late. James had already fallen. Ila turned to Tragedy. “What was that?” she shrieked. “You...you just killed my husband!” She quickly stole his katana from him.
“Leave this place, Tragedy.” She said, quietly.
Tragedy looked at her with wide eyes. “I will be back you know.” He said, incredously. How could she be ordering him to leave...when he just saved her life?!
The wind blew the tears across Ila’s face. “No. You won’t.” She stated. And, with that, pushed him off the roof.
This was never going to come up again.