Paris's Rebels

"Bev!! YOU IDIOT!!" She rolled her eyes, and she knew what she had to do. She stabbed herself in the gut, making her knees buckle, collapsing on the floor

Bevolutte ran to her, and sat next to her, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT GONNA DO!!!? HOW AM I THE IDIOT AFTER WHAT YOU JUST DID!!!! THAT ISN'T YOU GETTING HURT THAT IS YOU SOUL, AND THAT CANN'T HEAL!!!!" The other Bevolutte took this as a opportunity to attack. When he did his arm was caught by what looked like his morphed arm. Suddenly a ball of blue light hit him in the face causing and explosion. The other Bevolutte looked at the real one who wore his cold stare, which he rarely wore. His arm had morphed into the one the other wore, and he then sent a furry of punches flying into the other one. Finally he stabbed the other Bevolutte in the gut.

The other seemed to grin at him. "THIS ISN'T OVER, UNTIL YOU FIND OUT THE TRUTH, I'LL KEEP COMING BACK!!! SO ENJOY IT WHILE YAH CAN, MADNESS IS EVERYWHERE AND YOU CANN'T STOP IT!!!!" Then they would come back into reality, Bevolutte's body falling on the floor, exhausted. The room was nothing but glass and broken pieces of the room. Bevolutte was still exhausted, he got one look at Suk before falling unconcious.

She looked at him with a smile, and took her sword out from next to her gut, showing it was an illusion. She kissed him lightly before waking him up in real life.

"That.Was....Stupid.... but i guess it worked...." He said in between breathes. Hiro came up to him and nuzzled his arm. "Hey Hiro.... who did this?" Hiro barked. "So he wasn't kidding when he said he took over my body. Did i have a really demonic arm?" Hiro barked again. "Well this is gonna be a problem..." he began to stand up and walked up the stair case stumbling looking like he was having a hard time walking. Once he got up the stairs he went towards the door. (wanna chat in the chatbox)

Bevolutte fell into the ground almost at the door. "Look" He said as he hugged her back. "I'm not dying anytime soon." He grinned a face of confidence to cheer her up. "But besides that, can I ask you to do me a couple favors?"

"1st, not to be rude but could you get off?" He said, sweat drop on the back of his head.

"Also.... Please try not to be so over protective, okay?" He said, hoping to try to prevent that from happening again.

Bevolutte used his hand to make her face look at his. "Look, I'm not leaving anytime soon, in anyway, no matter what, and that is a promise. And as you know, a gentleman never breaks a promise." He kinda felt sick. He was used to being uncomfortable when a woman cried, but she had a much worse affect on him. "But seriously, it's gonna be hard to live like a normal guy if you scare everyone who comes in here away."

Bevolutte smiled, holding back the urge to laugh. She always was cute and funny when she blushed. "Oh come on, why be jealous. What could they possible have to compare to your" and then his French broke out. "beauté des yeux attraper, or your eye catching beauty." He said, mostly cause it was true, and partially cause he wanted to see her blush again.

Bevolutte let out a loud laugh before standing back one. "Okay, you'll have to take me up on that when i get back." He said as he opened the door still stumbling. "I gotta go get the money to pay for that reck I made."

Now it was Bevolutte's turn to blush, though it seemed to be his whole face this time. *Chibi form* "Well okay got-to-be-going!!!" He ran out the door to start picking some pockets.

( i rolled for how many people i pickpocket, 3. Rolled for quality, 20 I JUST ROBBED RICH PEOPLE!!!!)

He came back about 5 hours later, still sweating, looking like he just ran across all of Paris. "Okay i should be able to pay the repairs and the money for the house for the rest of the year." He said, as he collapsed on the couch. "I'll cook some food when i wake up." He said with a finger in the air though he looked like he was using alot of energy to do that. His body seemed tense and everything about him was tired and worked out.

His only response was a snore.

Bevolutte most likely woke up the second dinner was ready, with his uncanny timing. "So, what is for dinner." he said, seeming refreshed, but his clothes were obviously the one he had on earlier, and his hair was an absolute mess, also one of the shoulders of his shirt was hanging over his shoulder.