Hearing about how Renni would constantly mess with Brenden, let alone the betrayal he suffered at her hands, was all news to me, mainly due in part to my lack of communication with my Brother and his wife but also because I couldn’t really be bothered to check in on him constantly and what was going on with Vesaragon.
"All I can say is suck it up and don’t let Emilia do anything rash; remember, she is completely under my control now." Taking a moment to analyze any potential fallout that could be caused by my bringing Xilia into the household, I eventually decided it didn’t matter.
The leash I had around the girl’s neck could become a noose at a moment’s notice, and contract or not, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if the situation called for it.
"Right…." Brenden said while looking down at his hands.
"Anyway, once I created my backstory and set up Vincent, I left Xilia in charge of my overseas work and have been in constant communication with her through AIM." Letting my feet dangle off the edge of the bed, I spoke in an uncaring tone.
"AIM’s already out…I don’t know why, but in my mind, I remember it not coming out until like 2003 or something." Hearing the familiar instant messenger name, Brenden gave me a sidelong glance.
"You only remember when we started using it, that’s why, and even then, it wasn’t until we got the laptop that I started avidly using it, well, that and frequently using AOL chatrooms."
"Regardless, AIM has been our main source of communication for over a year now, apart from the one time I went to London to sign some first edition copies of the First and Second Henry Potter books along with gathering my money."
"Now you’re brought up to speed. I may have skipped a few minor incidents with Other returners, but they are unimportant," Hopping off the bed, I padded to the center of the room before walking to the door and stopping.
"The next thing you should see instead of me telling it to you, as it will be the key to our success in this Timeline." With that said, I made a motion for Brenden to follow and headed out of his bedroom and into the hallway that led to my room.
Making it to my door, I paused and realized I had forgotten something important, but I figured it would be funny to see my little Brother’s reaction.
I only had to wait for a few seconds, but in the time I waited, I witnessed my Brother stumbling around as if he had been on a boat for ages and was trying to get his landlegs back.
’Short legs are a bitch, aren’t they?’ I said, using Telepathy to speak into his mind.
’No shit, Sherlock, how long is it going to be like this? Because if it will last a while, I’ll need to find a way to adapt to being so small.’ Since it wasn’t his first time hearing my voice in his head, Brenden didn’t overreact and instead spoke back to me as if it were a common occurrence.
’Hm, to be honest, I wasn’t comfortable in my younger body for a couple of years, and it was inevitably my entering an Instance and fighting constantly that got me adapted to my new stature; however, things will be different for you, anyway, hurry up.’ Rolling my eyes and fighting back the urge to laugh at my Brother’s baby deer routine, I quietly opened the door and snuck into my bedroom, earning a questioning look from Brenden.
Stepping into my room, I swiftly moved toward the walk-in closet on the far side and turned around to see how he reacted upon seeing what I had "forgotten to mention."
’W…what the fuck, Taylor….’ The moment Brenden entered my dimly lit bedroom, he froze in place upon sensing there was another person present, and when he saw who and where this person was, he shot me a glare that said he wanted to try beating me up.
That’s because laying there, on my queen-sized bed, fully nude, on top of the comforter, was Deeana.
NOW, BEFORE YOU GUYS FREAK OUT, I SWEAR ALL I DO IS LOOK…and occasionally cop a feel or two. We hadn’t done ANYTHING, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t inclined to have a warm and soft human body pillow to sleep with every night.
Thus, I had worked some magic and "convinced" Deeana and my Father to let her stay with us as a LIVE-IN BABYSITTER!
’Is that who I think it is?’ Speaking in a very judgemental tone, Brenden crossed his arms and looked from me to the nude and sexy figure on my bed, then back.
’…..ok listen…’
’NOPE, you have hella explaining to do; why the hell is Deeana sleeping naked in your bed….Tayllloorrr, you can’t possibly be fucking her already! You haven’t even hit puberty yet; how do you even…you know…do it?’ Walking over until he stood directly in front of me, Brenden got in my face, albeit he had to stand on his tippy toes to do so, but he still did.
’I don’t do anything except a casual brush or squeeze here and there, and ….well…using certain techniques to get her off when I see she’s feeling pent up….fuck, THAT ISN’T WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE!’ Spinning around, I opened my display panel and then placed my left hand on the center of the door leading to my closet.
The instant my hand came in contact with the door, a notification popped up on my System display.
[Retinal Print, Finger Print, Palm Print, and Particle Signature Recognition complete, opening the gateway to the Particle Facility named "Gnarnia"]
Then, with a soft flash of golden light…nothing happened, or so it would seen to the naked eye.
However, Brenden and I, who had seen this kind of thing numerous times over, knew what would happen the moment we opened the closet door; we wouldn’t see a simple walk-in closet filled with children’s clothes.
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