A waltz under the willow tree (ON GOING)

All over a piece of bread.

Hi Lil' Bean Refrance pictures of Shaka, Linali, and Derek (You should know who that is if not go back to "A hint of guilt & a voice on the phone" Seriously, or you could go look at the reference picture on the LuxembourgLittleBean account. OKAY TY!

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT SHAKA!" I shout wanting to punch him in the face, that kick earlier when we met wasn't enough. We were thrown into the back of a wagon our hands binded behind our backs.

"Come on! Don't be like that...we were hungry." He talks a bit too cheerfully like this is normal and fun. I'm disgusted.

"Still doesn't mean you should steal from bandits! we were only a mile away from the village!" I shout at him trying to scooch over to kick him, also wanting to tear the pretty blonde hair out of his scalp.

"Oi stop shaking the wagon or we'll gag you two brats." Says a man putting boxes around us so no one notices two children tied up in the back of someone's wagon. "And be quiet if you want to keep your tongues," He says putting the last box in the back. The man had a large scar over his left eye. He had dark black hair and I wouldn't be surprised if he was six feet tall.

"Oh come on big guy don't be like that," Shaka says, "you know you can't do that if you want to sell us off." Shakas testing it, isn't he...? Shaka just grins at me when the man with the scar just snarls and leaves to mount his horse. I turn to Shaka and notice he's now much closer to mean and I kick him in the stomach.

"Do you want to die!?" I whisper as he falls onto his side in pain rolling up into a ball because he can't use his hands.

"CHILL LANI! no, I don't want to die and I didn't! we are perfectly fine he didn't do anything!"

"Lani...?" I say a bit confused I didn't remember telling him to call me by a nickname. "...you know what that doesn't matter! if we do end up alive you sure will wish you were dead! and we didn't know that he was not going to do anything!" I say, trying to kick him again. The man with the scar just looks at us but I guess he couldn't do anything. I was confused...why didn't they just gag us?

"Why don't they just gag us...?" I say as Shaka picks himself up still in pain, Resting himself against the wall.

"I-I don't know..." He barely gets three words out when the wagon stops and we hear one of the men say.

"Shut up back there or you won't even get to the auction house." I stop talking, But for some reason, the Duffus thinks that it's a great idea to tempt them into killing us.

"So? Show me your best!" He says making faces even though just seeing his face already makes them want to kill him.

"Tom gag them already, will you!? What have you been doing this whole time." Says another man who's been following on his horse next to the man with the scar. He was shorter and unlike the others, he looked like he was sixteen. I wonder why he's with these goons.

"Yes sir..." He says as the wagon comes to a stop. He gets off his horse, he has blue hair and red eyes, he also has a strange confidence in the way he walks, and he climbs over the boxes and sacks. He takes two ropes from the man with the scar when he kneels to put a gag on Shaka. Shaka flails around stupidly kicking the air.

"Lani quick do something!" He says trying to kick him in the stomach. "Maybe that ninja kick you are so proud of!?" He shouts meaninglessly as the boy gags him with the rope.

"YOUR the one that got us in this mess and it's not like I can do as much as you have!" I say right before I'm gagged along with him, once I am I'm disgusted it tastes horrible. If I could I would cancel my ability to taste until it was over. UGH THIS IS HORRIBLE! YOU STUPID APPRENTICE! Right as I send a glare towards Shaka, who motions for me to kick the dude, I hear the boy that gaged us whisper into my ear.