The Man in black

I do not own any of the characters portrade in this fan-fiction.

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Chapter Twenty-One
Sexy Party


Peyton was awoken by a knocking on the door and a voice, it was the boy Link.
He groaned and told him to nter, completely forgetting about Midna..
Link opened the door, looking behind him as he entered.
"Hey Peyton, Mrs. Ivy brought the doctor, he's downstairs waiting for you to.."
Link gaped when he turned his head around, seeing Midna lying on his chest.
She was awake now and had propped herself up with her elbow, looking at him playfully.
"Midna!? you said you weren't going to try anything if I left you behind!"
Midna stretched and looked up at Peyton.
~well we didn't TRY anything did we? heeheeheh~
She came up aand kissed him on the cheek before floating off of him
and placing her "helmet" on her head.
She floated to links shadow, spinning around to wink at him before entering.
~See you later,loverboy!~

Link stammered and bowed his head apologetically.
"I'm sorry Peyton.. she's never acted like that before.
She just said she wanted to get to know you..
if I had known what she had actually ment.."
Peyton sat up, dismissing his apology.
"There's no need to apologize, i'm not hurt.."
~"not physically anyway.."~ , he thought.

The doctor came in shortly after Peyton had sat up,
Link stepped aside to let them man through.
The man treated his wound, pouring a strange smelling liquid on it and making
it burn, white fizz boiled up from his wound.
"You know, you're quite lucky.. i'm amazed you didn't die with the amount of blood
loss you must have sustained.. and to not have it treated till now.. someone must like you
up there" the man laughed, pointing to the ceiling.
The doctor wrapped his shoulder and left, bowing his head to Ivy who entered after him.

Ivy crossed her arms and looked at him with an unyielding gaze.
"I see you're feeling better.."
Peyton stood up and faced her, giving her the same look..
"Yes.. Thank you miss.."
Peyton bowed his head.
Ivy's expression grew brighter, a smile crossing her face.
"I see your unpleasantness has passed.. good!
I like it better when people are civil"

When he had dressed he joined them in the voyeur.
Peyton looked up at a large painting, it depicted a young girl in a dress
surrounded by a man and woman. He took it to be a family portraite.
Tira stood next to him, looking up at it only because he was, she cared little about
the painting itself. Ivy's chuckle made them turn around.
She had her hands on her hips, looking up at the painting as well.
"Admiring my beauty? hard to blame you I suppose"
Peyton laughed and shook his head, "Nope.. close though!"
She rose an eyebrow at that statement.
"Oh? then what were you staring at so intently?"
He looked back to the picture and motioned to the man.
"This man.. he looks familiar, is he your father?"
Ivy sighed and looked at the man's face sadly before turning back to him.
"yes, he was my ftaher.. he died.."
Peyton rubbed his head, thinking he had maybe asked the wrong quesiton.
"Er.. sorry, I didn't know.."
Ivy shook her head and smiled at him.
"No, it's ok you didn't know"

Ivy switched the subject quickly.
She eyed him and Tira up and down, making a disgusted face.
"You cannot possibly wear those clothes tonight.. they're absolutely horrid!"
Peyton and Tira looekd at eachother, looking at one another up and down before looking
at their own clothes.
He and Tira spoke in unison, "What's wrong with my clothes?"
She put the back of her hand to her mouth and spoke smugly..
"I am having a little social get together tonight.. and since you're friend
here is finally better he can join us.. but you'll need some new clothes.."
Peyton shook his head.
"I'm sorry mrs. Ivy but.. i've imposed on you enough already,
you've done more then enough.. I couldn't"
Tira punched him in the side angrily, "Shut up! you might have a problem but I don't!"
He glared at her.
Ivy rested her hands on his shoulders, pressing forward.
"Come, we need to find something suitable for you!"
Tira went over and sat on a small couc next to Link and crossed her arms and legs.
She looked over at him angrily, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
Link jumped and scooted further down the couch..
Tira was in her angry/depressed mood again..

Peyton's eye twitched, Ivy's servants were taking their sweet time in measuring him.
He did wonder why all her servants were women though.. He also wondered why he had
to be naked for this..
They seemed to measure everything, They would ocassionally call out a measurement to
a servant who stood passivly to the side, scribbling down their measurements on a piece of paper.
One woman giggled as she called out a measurement..
"Seven and a half!"
He looked down at her embarressed, "Hey, hey don't measure that!"
When the women finished their measurements they went over to a trunk of clothes.
The women pulled mountains of clothes free and brought them over to him.

The servants moved aside after dressing him so he could see himself in the mirror..
he REALLY hoped they weren't serious..
Peyton wore a red expensive vest on top of a black longsleeve with frills on
the shirt and cuffs. There was also something puffy around his kneck though
he had no idea what it was called..
His wore expensive black pants held up with a satin sash.
His traveling boots were replaced by jeweled buckled boots.
Peyton groaned.. he couldn't believe he was wearing this crap..
The serant he had seen the other night brought over a pendant and slide it over his head.
The pendant was odd, it was green and seemed to glow with some kind of strange power,
it nad a large, raised N on it's surface.

Peyton walked back to the voyeur and looked around,
Tira and Ivy were no where to be found.
He sat down next to Link who gave him a funny look.
"So.. uh.. you chose that?"
He turned his head to the boy and narrowed his eyes.
Link looked nervous and waved his hands.
"ok, I guess you didn't pick that, don't freak out!"
Peyton sighed and relaxed into the couch.
Peyton looked around the room again before asking,
"So, where are those two?"
Link pointed backwards with his thumb,
"Ivy took Crazy lady to get her ready"
Peyton grinned at him.
"So you call her just "Ivy" huh? something going on?"
Link shifted in his seat, "I don't know what you're talking about.."
Peyton pointed at him, "Bullshit.."
Link heard a giggling in his head.
~oooh, he's on to you!~ , Midna teased.
Link held his hat down over his eyes,
"Will you two just quit it?!"
Peyton laughed and looked around the room some more..

Ivy rested her hands on Tira's shoulders as she sat in front of a large vanity mirrior.
Ivy had done her hair, making it straighten like her own.
Tira scowled at the look of her hair..
Ivy looked her over, "You know you'd look alot better
if you smiled some more.. if you scowl all the time you're going to
get awful wrinkles.."
Tira smiled, acting as if the gesture itself would kill her.
Her smile came off more as a grotesque grin than a smile..

A few minutes later Tira stood in front of a full length mirror,
Wearing a full length green dress.
The dress came down to her ankles and had no back.
The dress also had no side, so the sides of her breasts showed.
It even went so far as to have a hole in the middle so she showed even more cleavage.
Tira grinned, she liked this womans taste of clothing!

Peyton looked at his face in the mirror, stroking his chin.
His stubble of a beard had already grown back.
It was just as well, he liked it better than shaven.
It made him look more rugged (Though he didn't really have to).

Ivy told them to return to their rooms while she got all the guests situated.
Peyton sat in the chair next to the bed.. why was he nervous?
He closed his eyes to think and heard the soft melody of a Piano being played.

Ivy came into his room wearing an exquisit purple dress of her own, holding a mask to her face.
She handed him one as well. Peyton took it and gave her a questioning glance.
"It's a costume party darling, you have to wear one"
He put the mask on his face, but he felt foolish..

Peyton glanced around the ballroom, there were people everywhere you looked.
Ivy stood at the top of a large staircase to speak with everyone.
She spread her arms out wide, greeting them all.
"Welcome, I assume you all know the rules of this little get together..
don't take off your masks or reveal your name and no one will be the wiser, enjoy yourselves!"
Ivy walked through a large double door entrance accompanied by two men.

Peyton lost himself in though.. what did she mean by that?
Many of the people found a partner and began to slow dance.
The party seemd innocent enough..

Half an hour later the party changed, several couples had begun to make out.
Peyton scanned the room for Tira or Link when he saw a couple fucking.. wait what?!
He did a doubletake, and sure enough they were..
Peyton held his hand to his eyes.. it was an adult party..

He found Link trying to talk his way out of a circle of women who apparently wanted to partner
with him. He also found Tira enjoying the company of several men..
He laughed and shook his head, that woman Ivy sure was a piece of work.

Peyton leaned on the wall near the piano player (Who was recieving felatio from a woman
under the piano), trying to be as inconspicuos as possible.
His ploy didn't work too well, soon a small group of women had surrounded
him, drawn to his mask. His was the only one with only one eye hole, and was
a dark red and purple with stitching, his hair covered the sides making his face look like a demons.
An older woman eyed him up and down, smiling, "My.. aren't you the dangerous looking one!"
Two younger girls giggled.
He was too tired for this..



Cleon!

Peyton gripped his head as a familiar spasm threatened to take control of his mind.
He pushed his way through the group, apologizing.
If he didn't get somehwere to cool down he'd lose control again..

Peyton leaned on a rialing outside in the moonlight, sweating under his mask.
He breathed shallowly, trying to regain control.
A man stumbled over to him, bumping into him and splashing in with champagne.
Peyton growled at the man, "Go away.. i'm in no mood to deal with you right now"
The man slurred his words as he insulted Peyton, "H-hey fuuhk yuu mahn"
He turned to the man, "I won't tell you again.."
The man laughed, splashing the rest of his drink on him before reaching out to punch him.
Peyton caught the mans arm and stared at him.
The man's grin dissolved as he stared into Peyton eye..
Red flared out from the center, burning away the blue to reveal glowing red.
Cleon grinned under the mask..

The party was interrupted by the sound of crashing as a drunk man was hurled through
the glass door that led to the outside balconey.
The drunk man tried to lift his head before passing out.
The gusts cheered and applauded as Cleon stepped in and over the drunk.
He made his way back over to the dissapointed group of women.

Cleon spread his arms open, "Please, accept my apologies ladies..
but I had to focus myself, for women such as you deserve nothing less than my
complete ATTENTION"
Cleon eyed each one of them with interest.
He herded the group of women upstairs, smiling.
"Come now ladies.. there's enough for everyone!"

Peyton sat up straight, his head was pounding..
He held his head in his hand as he looked around, he was in his own room alone.
He looked over at the chair to see a yellow-red eye staring out at him.. Midna.
She looked amused.
~Did you have fun?~
Peyton shook his head, trying to dismiss the pounding.
"Fun? from what?"
Midna looked at him as if he was crazy.
~you seriously don't remember?~
He shook his head.
"All I remember was being drenched in champagne from a drunk, then.. CLEON!!"
Peyton jumped up, startling Midna and making her spin around, Cleon leaned against the door.
Cleon eyed Midna, "My.. what is this now? a little fuck toy of yours Peyton? hahahaha!"
"Shut your vulgar mouth!" Midna growled.
Cleon's eyes opened wider in false suprise.
"oooh, yes your highness!"
Peyton thought that statement was odd.

Cleon patted Midna on the head, she pushed him away with her hair-hand.
He smiled, "Oh yes, we have royalty here it would seem.. The princess of
her own little world.. but then, isn't every woman? hahahaha"
Midna's eye narrowed before opening all the way again.
She grinned, ~I liked it better when I was talking to only Peyton.. so you can leave now!~
She hit Cleon with a concentrated blast of dark energy and his form blurred.
Cleon roared at her, "What did you do you little slut!?"
Midna just waved at him.
~bye bye! heeheeheh~
Cleon's form dissapeared completely.

Peyton blinked in amazement.. she just dismissed Cleon!
She turned to him and smiled, floating up to stand in front of him.
~I put him back in here for now~
She said, poking his forhead.
Peyton smiled wearily, "Thank you.. Midna"
She stretched and leaned against him, looking at her nails.
~well..? how are you going to thank me?~
He rubbed the back of his head in thought.
He hit the palm of his hand with his fist, he had an idea!
He looked down at her, "How about a dance?"
She blinked rappidly twice before tilting her head in thought.
~hmm.. yes.. I didn't get to dance with anyone.. alright!~
She nodded and floated off the bed, spinning in the air.
He stood up and extended a hand to take her smaller one.
"May i have this dance?"
She smiled, floating against him.

Not long into their dance they were interrupted by the sounds of screaming.
Peyton's head snapped to the door and he let go of Midna, leaving her
floating behind him and pouting.
Peyton opened the door and came out, noticing a thick cloud of smoke rolling out the windows.
The smoke was coming from the lower floor, they were trapped..
Midna looked over his shoulder at the frantically running people and frowned.
~I'll go into your shadow until we find Link~

Peyton jumped over the railing and down to the ballroom floor.
He rolled as he landed, absorbing most of the impact.
There were many guests huddled in fear, while a few ran back up the stairs writhing in flame.
Peyton jumped up on the piano and waved his arms, trying to get everyoens attention and calm down.
A few heeded him and calmed down while a vast majority mumbled on about why they should
be spared while others ran around frantically.
He told them to get as many bedsheets as possible and bring them to the balconey outside.
He hurded the guests onto the balconey, as he was getting the last one in the others
arrived with bedsheets. Peyton told them to tie them together to make a rope..
He could see the relief wash over the crowd, they saw a chance at surviving!

Peyton walked back inside to look for any stragglers as the guests tied to sheets to the balconey
railing and began to climb down. The sound of groaning chains attracted his attention and
he looked up to see a giant steel chandalier fall down at him.
Peyton jumped out of the way and it crashed into the floor, covering the doorway.
The guests panicked when they saw he had become trapped in fire and attempted to move the
mammoth chandalier. He called out to them, telling them to get to safety.
He had to find the others anyway..

Someone was laughing behind him..
Peyton spun around to find one of the guests holding a bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses.
One glass for himself and the other for his female companion who stared blanky with souless
eyes. The man clanged his glass against hers before drinking it swiftly and tossing the glass over his
shoulder. The glass shattered across the floor.
Peyton eyed him suspiciously, "A toast? whats the occassion?"
The man smiled at him.
"Why, your demise of course Mr. Butcher!"
The girl just stared at him blankly,
both pulled out their rapiers in unison and came forward..

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