Snipers (Romance/Action)

Inari smirked, "Who ar you two, really?"

"Varl ClanClan..." Syke said, pointing to Varl.

"Syke ClanClan...." Varl said, pointing to Syke.

"After a while, you can tell the two of us from each other." Syke said, and grinned like an idiot.

Inari rolled her eyes, and flipped the knife between her fingers, "And how did you find us?"

"Well, we where walkign along, and here we see two blokes huggin' and all that, so we decided to give them a nice shock." Varl said to her.

"We jsut weren't expecting those people to go, whack, and try to beat the hell outta us." Syke said to her. They where obviously going to be difficult.

Inari's ears flattened against her head, and her tail bristled in anger. The hilt of the knife found her palm, and she hissed, "Be serious! Or I'll start with your toes."

"We are being serious." Varl said coldly to her. "I mean, come on, two people huggin' with bloody wings is pretty damn obvious!" It was apparent that Varl was starting to lose his cool.

Inari snarled, and turned away, reining her anger in with all her willpower. Her grip tightened on the knife, and she slashed it across the palm of her left hand. The pain helped her focus. She turned back, looking normaly except for her bleeding hand.

Both Varl and Syke where glaring at her now, obviously they where losing their cool really quick. Zack just sighed, and stayed out of it all, knowing it wasn't a situation he wanted to get into.

Inari grinned widely. "Tell us what we want to know, and you might get out of this relatively unscathed. Well, there won't be any visible scars. I can't say much for your sanity."

"Well, ask your damned questions then." Varl said to her, obviously mad.

"What are you, then? You're not human, but you're not any experiment I've ever heard of. You're too old to have been developed in the six monthsh since I've been gone."

Varl sighed, and Syke simply laughed. They both pointed upwards with their fingers, yet didn't say anything.

"Aliens?" Zack asked them simply.

"No s*** sherlock." Varl said dryly, and looked up at the ceiling.

"ALIENS!?" Inari's eyebrows flew upwards with skepticism. She crossed her arms over her chest, "Where's your spaceship, then. And why can you speak English?"

"The space ship left us here, we are outcasts." Syke said to her, and looked down at the floor.

"We can speak English because this is the same language we spoke on our planet." Varl said to her, and looked up at the ceiling.

Inari scowled, and glanced over at Zach, before returning his attention back to the two. "Outcast, English-speaking aliens. I'm sorry, but where did you come up with that from."

"We asked your mother for it." Varl said, and laughed. Syke laughed as well. "Don't believe us? fine, we don't care."

Inari's face flushed red, and she turned away slightly. "Where are you from, then?"

"Which planet is it again, bro?" Varl asked Syke.

"I cant remember, been so long since our outcast..."

Inari asked in exasperation, "You don't even remember your own PLANET!?"

"nope." Varl said, and laughed.

"Our species, the Ctarl Ctarl, aren't exactly very smart, jsut strong." Syke said to her, scratching the back of his head.

Inari frowned, "How old are you?"

"18." Both of them said at the same time.

"Eighteen. Right." Two years older than her. It was almost disturbing.

Varl was pretending to sleep, while his brother was yawning, acting completely bored out of his mind.

Inari sighed, then said, "Follow me. We'll find somewhere for you two to sleep. Not that it won't be hard, with this huge house..."