Sad Machine {RexXocXAnakinXFives}

Chapter Four

     

I can't fix you

        Fives woke up first, head pounding and stomach burning. 'How much did I drink last night?' Frowning, he took his head in his hands, arching a brow when he found Echo snuggling his upright form. 'Such a cuddler,' he grinned, contemplating teasing his vod about it later but deciding against it. Stretching his arms high above his head he finally took in his surroundings, surprised by how quiet the barracks were when he realized something was wrong. Terribly wrong. 'Where the hell are we?' He reached for Echo only to tense when he heard soft music coming from the other room and... something smelled really good. Like really good, far better than the food they fed them when they were on the move. Pushing himself to his feet, he did his best to move silently through the living room and toward the sound. A white haired woman stood in the large kitchen, the counters, appliances, and even the cabinets were all black with a cherry red wooden floor. To her left was a small set of three stairs that led to the dinning room which had a grand piano to the far left and against the wall with a large ceiling to floor glass windows that doubled as sliding doors that led to a balcony. The woman wore black leggings and a skin tight black long sleeved shirt with a v collar. Her long white hair was braided behind her before being twirled into a bun. 'Who the hell is that,' the woman sang along to a song on the radio, a small laugh leaving her lips as she picked up a large omelette out of the pan she was cooking in and placing it on one of three plates, all three now having an omelette, bacon, and toast.

      "I see one of you is finally awake," the young woman turned to him, a blush immediately dusting his cheeks when he realized just how attractive the young woman before him was. "Though I figured Echo would be the first one up, he rubbed me as an early riser."

     "He normally is, he just doesn't always recover the best after a night of drinking," he was quick to defend his brother, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder to try and see his vod.

     "Ah, yes, that could be a factor," the woman smiled, picking up two of the plates. "Wanna go wake him up? Breakfast is ready," he gave a nod, watching her for a brief moment before turning quickly on his heel and sliding into the living room. Ceres shook her head with a grin, the third plate floating after her before landing on the table as she placed the other two down.

      "Echo, Echo you need to wake up," Fives whisper shouted, shaking his vods shoulders aggressively. "We're in some really hot chicks house and she's making us breakfast!" Echo sat up slowly, reaching up to rub the sleep from his squinted eyes.

      "Really hot chick and breakfast?" He mumbled, his chocolatey gaze moving around the living room they found themselves in. A small frown graced his lips, his brow creasing in confusion before it all seemed to click for him. "Well, General Black brought us back to her residence because she didn't know where else to take us which means-,"

      "No, no way. That is not our new General," Fives stated firmly, Echo opening his mouth to argue only for his argument to he squished before it could start. "Maybe it's her hot sister. Yeah, that makes more sense I mean, why would the General make us food?" He nodded to himself to reaffirm the thoughts, Echo having given up on arguing. "We should hurry though, it looked really good," the seated clone groaned, shaking his head from side to side and pushing himself to his feet. "What," Fives demanded, Echo crossing the living room without his brother. "Echo!" Ceres looked up from the data pad in her hand, violet eyes meeting the still blurry eyes of Echo, a small smile gracing her lips.

      "Good Morning, Echo, i hope breakfast is to your liking." He pulled out the chair to her left, his dark eyes moving over what was being served. 'Omelette, Toast, bacon, and... orange juice!?' A large smile spread across his lips, Ceres grinning to herself as she sipped on her own cup of juice.