The Fourth Zaldizko 2 Return To Wisteria Garden Headquarters

The d.a.m.n thing had zoomed about too fast, ungracefully from side to side and bounced annoyingly to a stop when we had reached our level.

I felt my blood had drained out from my feet. My head was dizzy and stomach queasy. It was then that I had declared internally, the invention of the elevator was the evillest invention of them all.

I staggered behind the others, trailing after their patchwork navy-blue overcoats. How the heck could they still look darb and jake in their navy-blue gentlemen suits after the demon c.r.a.p we had to fight off back at h.e.l.l's Labyrinth. Even Saku's navy waistcoat was still b.u.t.ton up intact and Ryoko's calf-length black boots were gleaming.
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I looked to my black boots and groaned at the many scuff marks and some icky stuff all over my vamps that looked like mucus.

"You look awful," Ryoko said over her shoulder when we stepped out of the elevator's metal grill mesh doors.

Her shapely blonde brows were furrowed with an expression of mild distaste, making her small-oval face appear narrower and her blue eyes glinting.

I groaned, holding my stomach from emptying out on the red rose bushes next to the Wisteria Garden Headquarters' modest-sized white stone and lattice gazebo, which was crowned with a gold star weathervane.

"Never get used to that thing!'" I spewed on to the white stone pavement.

"Ugh! Famisto! b.l.o.o.d.y disgustin'." War screwed up his perky nose at my vomit.

I snarled at the curt expression from his green eyes, which accentuated the red of his spiky crop of hair. How could he stand there unaffected? Despite looking like he had been spewed out of Zyon himself with his rugged beard, tattered blue suit and bandaged hand.

"Can't you spare sympathy for your baby brother?" I moaned.

War answered with a c.o.c.ky expression. "Yah shot spiders. Nup."

"Garbitu nahaspila hau," Lita said the spell with a sigh and a delicate hand flourish over the pile of spewed chunks.

The spell called upon twinkling light that swept the mess into nothingness, making the stone pavement clean and pristine.

"You're good enough to shoot down banshees, restore the Lotus Bridge. Yet you can't handle an elevator ride," Wilfred commented.

I could tell his smirk behind his outwardly expressionless brown eyes hidden behind round gla.s.ses. The corner of his thin lips were twitching with the urge for further sarcasm.

"Shuddup," I grumbled under my breath, wiping my mouth clean on my grimy sleeve.

"Also your clothes are so shabby." Saku sighed, flicking aside strands of his fine brown hair off his broad shoulders. I noticed his top-knot bun had slightly unravelled to cause long strands to stray over his round, angelic, brown eyes.

"I suppose, for what we have all gone through, the look is more than justified."

"I think this calls for Louis's touch." Lita thought aloud as we approached the wide dry stone steps leading up to the mansion's fortified oak double doors.

"Well, that man is always up for a challenge," Saku said, giving War, Death and myself a once over. "Especially you Death."

Our attention was directed on Death's pitiful sight in a sackcloth tunic and sagging pants. The off-brown colour of his s.h.i.+rt wasn't doing wonders for his pale skin, messy crop of blond hair and bleary blue eyes. It made his angle features and high cheekbones sharper. His muscled arms and broad chest was the only attribute of his body that stopped him from being mistaken as a walking corpse.

"What?" Death pouted with an irritated frown.

"Pfft! You gotta admit you've got that 'Farmer Joe fleeing from his angry cows,' kind of look going on." I chuckled.

"Famine. Like you can talk after vomiting your insides out to the footpath." Death retaliated with a cutting remark.

"Mean!" I sulked.

"Neither of you look impressive if that helps." Wilfred added for rea.s.surance.

"Not helping!" I complained.

I heard a weary groan from Ryoko and sighs from the others.

"Listen you batty Gat s.h.i.+em Brothers. We're going to take the D-Train to Marc Lane and get you looking, er, decent." She declared.

"Yar dah leadah." War c.o.c.ked a lopsided grin that made her brows crease with a frown.

"No funny business, War." She eyeballed him.

War was the first to break from their stare showdown.

"Yup, she's the boss of you." I smirked to War and copped a light rap to the back of my head from him.

"Imma be playin' nice, stupid." War coolly played off.

'"Pushover," I muttered.

We followed Ryoko into the mansion.