Mascara

Mascara - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Year 2012

Pavo stared forcefully at Chastity, who looked impassive. “Don't, Chastity!” he hissed. “If you tell them what Danny looks like, I'll kill you!”

“Shut up, fag,” Chastity snapped. She turned to look at Victoire's smiling face. Opening her mouth, she-

The childish tinkling of “I Love You” by the extremely old kids’ show, Barney, cut Chastity off. Pavo recognised the tune, humming joyously along with it.

Victoire fished her phone out from her handbag, her face flushed with embarrassment, and stared at the screen. “It's him!” she gasped. The thugs tensed immediately.

“Yeah, yeah,” Pavo muttered, displeased that the song stopped playing. “It's Father Christmas with his presents, now can we go back to the conversation?”

One thug slapped his hand over Pavo's mouth, silencing him effectively, while Victoire answered the phone. “Hello?” she breathed, her eyes becoming as huge as saucers. She listened for a while, and her face broke into a happy grin. “Yes, my lord! Thank you for it, it would prove useful!'”

The thugs, Chastity and Pavo listened intently with their breaths held. The woman was about to hang up when her eyebrows arched. “Sir? What do you mean we should...” She paused, and her face brightened.

Finally, “Yes, sir,” she whispered reverently, before hanging up the call at last. She beamed at her company, hostages and all.

“I don't need your help anymore, Chastity Kurosu,” she sneered. “Lord Chance is sending me the entire database of information he has regarding your new allies.”

Chastity bit her lip while Pavo groaned. His sister stood up. “Come on, Alex and George.”

The thugs stared at her quizzically. “But Miss, how about Chaos Kurosu?”

She smiled broadly. “Never mind him for now. We're done waiting for him. We're boarding the current flight now.”

- MASCARA -

“How do I look?” Chaos asked quietly from the side of his mouth.

Danny glanced at him with appraisal. “Pretty unlike you,” she whispered. “Me?”

Chaos beamed at her. “Very pretty.”

“Don't beam,” Danny hissed. “You're supposed to be a grumpy man.”

Chaos's disguise was wonderfully done, she had to admit. He now had brown hair and brown eyes, including a long brown beard, the result of wigs and coloured contact lenses. He was wearing a business suit, and he was practically glowering at everyone as he dragged his luggage along in the airport. Chaos sure had good acting skills.

Danny herself was wearing a summer dress, her white blonde hair now long due to Lucy's extensions. She had to confess to herself that she did look very pretty. Not that she cared or anything.

Danny glanced at Lucy. The girl had been a great help, and Danny vowed to herself that she would make Jack help her Aunt. The trio strode down the corridors, inhaling the cool air deeply.

“Don't look,” Chaos mumbled almost inaudibly, “but those are Lord Rook's men looking out for us.”

Danny glanced almost minutely at her surroundings. She spotted several men standing at random areas around her, all dressed in black and 'reading' newspapers. And they all had thick eyelashes.

Lucy murmured sarcastically, “Great masters of discretion, aren't they?” She clutched the edge of her baclava nervously.

Danny couldn't agree more. She passed their fake passports along with the plane tickets that they had purchased at the last minute to the receptionist, who looked at them with large eyes framed by thick, thick eyelashes.