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Due to a lesser anticipated response to the fiction, only minor edits were done to this chapter, and probably the same for the last chapter which follows on after this. If there is an increased interest I will give the final chapter a good seeing to with new additions. If people what a hot ending, or clean romantic, it's up to the reader to decide. For now, enjoy the adventure and let me know if you want to see something special happen The last chapter will be released on Christmas Eve!

A Christmas Quest For A Kiss

Chapter 2

~A Chain Of unpredictable Events~

Tory knew her jig was up as she took a big breath of uncertainty before she crawled out of the bushes on all fours, the coldness of the snow creating a numbing sensation in her hands. She smiled to show off her friendly nature and to avoid provocation while finding her way up. Tory slyly concealed the mistletoe that she had wrongfully acquired behind her back as she swept a foot coyly back and forth in suspicious body language.

Tory had obviously made herself known and exposed herself to these two young ladies; one of them was Caucasian and was being referred to as Dawn by the other, she seemed about eighteen now they were close enough. Dawn had her arms folded across her chest and tapped her foot in the snow. Her pretty shoulder length hair glowing deep Jade colour in the moonlight as it was batted by the night winds. The girl's large blue eyes carrying a sparkle of naughtiness about them.

Tory gleefully took one hand out from behind her back to wave briskly, "Hi hi!" It was the only thing that came to mind as she eyed the one that wore a big purple bubbly coat and nice tight-fitting denim jeans that adorned her shapely legs.

Her bandana wearing partner was probably around the same age, with light brown hair, but with the weather being what it was, Tory couldn't blame her for wearing a very snuggly bubbly coat but what gave with that tiny, skimpy, mini skirt?

May broke the momentary silence, "Who are you, and what's the deal?"

Damn it, what's a girl to say in such situations? Her mind assembled of a range of mixed responses, like maybe telling her she was a super sexy, or something along the lines of her being an ultra-cool totally bad ass bandit extraordinaire; perhaps the second comment wasn't the greatest of ideas. Tory pondered an equally poor thought-out introduction and casually exercised it with little regard to how believable it may have seemed.

"I am the... err... The Mighty Christmas Fairy, here to wish you a merry Christmas?" Tory began to slowly walk towards May with slow cautious steps, trying to anticipate any sudden aggressive moves from either of the two girls. Neither May nor Dawn were buying her story; it was clearly evident in their facial expressions, and who in their right mind would think she was a fairy?

Dawn looked at her with an odd look on her face. Suddenly, an amused smile spread across her face as she began to speak. "Aww, you're a peeping-tom aren't you? Feeling lonely? I bet you just want to play too, but not today, so you better come clean and tell us what you're up to." Dawn seemed to be enjoying the situation as she did not appear to be bothered in the slightest, but her partner May was blushing furiously at being caught in their kinky little act.

Dawn turned to May with a little whisper, "She's quite sexy, want to go three way fun?"

May raised a brow, and then shoved Dawn, "No way!" She was more than concerned having had her fair share of misplaced trust in the past. This was another one of those disloyal team rocket cronies or what? She wanted to take no chances and knew just by looking at Tory that she was hiding something that may pose a hazard or possible danger. "What's that you're hiding behind your back, a weapon? Stay right there or we'll double team your hide."

Tory, with care and gentle slow motions, pulled her hands out from behind her back trying to avoid this beating that she had been threatened with although she could probably handle herself more than well enough if that were to happen. Her thieving hands revealed the stray mistletoe that had escaped their owners' attention. She was not great at lying nor was she great at bluffing. May's eyes settled on the mistletoe like a predatory eagle, a faint line grew across the smoothness of her forehead as she let out a little irritated growl.

"Give that back, its Dawn's!" May was simple with her choice of words and to the point, taking a no nonsense approach to any of the monkey business that Tory may have had up her sleeves.

Dawn giggled over how May was being over-protective of her possessions. She knew that May would fight for justification for any of her friends, but this time it was so trivial; she figured it was the moral grounds of the situation: a thief is a thief.

Tory sighed, not wanting to relinquish her new acquisition. "Ok I will give it back, just don't beat me!"

Behind the scenes, Malek stayed on guard choosing to remain hidden with his presence concealed within the shrouds of the numerous shrubs and bushes. Wanting to see how this would all play off, he understood well that Tory usually managed to get out of these sticky predicaments in her own improvised, strange, and unique ways.

Tory walked steadily up to May giggling with some kind of intended mischief, and without even giving a chance for any reaction time for poor May, Tory pulled her right foot off the ground and ploughed it down, thundering into the snowy muck, kicking cold gritty dirt and snow into the unsuspecting girls face as she shouted tauntingly to her.

"Hell no, lesbo! It's mine now; see ya later, smelly-gator! Hahaha!" With a rustling of feet and a split second, Tory had created a great distance between her and them, and she really could run! May grew playfully vexed, wanting to take up the chase. This was truly an aggravating human, and in some ways reminded her of Dawn, but in a more annoying way.

"I'm coming for you! Going around calling people lesbos, huh? What are you, a prejudice rocket? I am so going to . . ."

Before May could even have the chance to complete her sentence, she felt an abrupt crashing into her side. The impact causing her to roll over into the snow along with Dawn who had taken the time to seize the moment and tackle her again. Dawn laughed, obviously wanting to continue their little friendly fun.

"Forget her: you have bigger problems than that thief, hehe but she was kinda hot too, don't you think?." An evil grin of erotic mischief stretched across her sly looking face with intentions of implementing other naughty ideas she had in store for poor May.

Tory giggled while Malek stealthily trailed her, following with agile grace, becoming a shadow within the winter night. It wasn't overly taxing tracing her footstep like a master tracker. His luminous white fur trailed behind him weightlessly in the slight breeze as his clawed feet made crunching noises, snapping dry twigs underfoot.

Tory playfully shouted back at May, who seemed to want to give in to the fun of the chase. "Come on and catch me if you can!" she yelled as she raced into the city. When ditzy girl realized that she wasn't being chased Tory abruptly skidded to a stop with screeching sounds, like a car slamming on the breaks along snowy ground.

"Aww, no fair! That lesbo thingy didn't chase me..." Tory said to herself in a huff. She had nothing against lesbians, her words were more unthought than implied, in fact; she was rather entertained by it all, and could just as easily enjoy watching them conduct their private business if it wasn't for the fact she had her own little quest to hand. Relaxing, she casually walked along the streets observing the pretty lights of the Christmas décor that adorned the trees and buildings, something that she neglected to notice earlier that night when she came home. The strenuous day had caused other thoughts to cloud her mind after being fired from work, contributing to her past listlessness.

Malek finally caught up to the rebellious youth, finding the escapades of the night troublesome already, and they had only just set out. He did not shy away from conveying his annoyance as he approached her. "Must you always do something reckless?" His voice was serious and spoken out in a scolding way, as if he were speaking down to a child who didn't know how to behave.

She smiled in amusement. "I never plan to, but a random idea just pops into my head, and I do the first thing that pops in there." She was being rather smug with herself and this was apparent in her attitude.

Malek gave up; she would never change. "Well there's no point talking to a airhead I guess," he proclaimed loudly. As they continued, soon enough they found themselves standing outside the Eterna police station. It was not the most sensible place to be for her, but maybe a police station would be the last place the police would look for a criminal, as it would be the last place to come if they were trying to avoid capture. Something then caught her attention, the ancient tree in the middle of the police parking area. It was the oldest living tree in the entire country; over 7000 thousands years old, it had a wide trunk the size of jeep.

She grinned with some kind of ill deed and seeing this, Malek raised his eyebrow. Though he usually called Tory by her actual name, sometimes he called her names and such when he wanted to get her attention.

"Twerp?"

She giggled and replied coyly with a misplaced innocence. "What?"

He glared at her, knowing her better than she knew herself. "I know you're up to no good."

She did not reply as she grabbed him by his dark shaded horn and began marching into the police parking lot with little to no time for him to object to her devilish actions. Malek thought in silent protests, damn that girl, as he cursed her beneath his breath. He was more worried she would get locked up as she was in the top ten most wanted list, her misdemeanours and shoplifting charges, along with robberies building up to frightening heights over time.

She laughed out like it was a game, with no regard for doing dangerous stunts that came naturally to her. Malek frowned as she continued to drag him along by his horn, thinking what a dim-witted prick Tory was for committing so many silly and pointless acts of crime for her own curiosity and self-satisfaction.

Sensing Malek's distress, Tory spoke. "Hey, just chill out; they won't expect one of the most wanted criminals to just walk in and . . . . you will see, hehe."

The Absol had absolutely no idea what kind of devious intentions she had planned, but he did not like the sound of it. It seemed useless to form any resistance deciding to go against his better judgment. He did not want to be too harsh- it was Christmas after all and it came only once a year. He refrained from exercising his right as her master and guardian. Inside he was just a soft teddy bear when he saw her as happy as this, and since it had been a couple of weeks since he saw her this gleeful, he remained silent.

When Tory pulled out a little penknife from her pocket, he immediately became wary of her actions. "Tory! What the hell are you doing? This was a bad idea letting you drag me here, away we go!"

She kept tugging him along, having fun as she approached the big tree. She suddenly drove the knife into the trunk and started to carve out something. She was really taking her time and he could not believe she was vandalizing police property as well as a national heritage. Malek was worried about her being caught by the cops and it was enough to make him want to pull her away. He realised what she was carving; it was rather profoundly immature- Tory had carved out a police officer with a dick in place of his head. He then saw something else further down; it made him forgive her childish act, but it was still being way too risky.

She had carved a heart into the base of the trunk with her name engraved in intricate layers with quick successive passes of her blade and etched words which were not too crude and rather rounded and artistic. Malek then read them off.

"Malek 4 Tory," he took a moment to admire the cute gesture, but then he suddenly snapped out of it and abrasively told her off, "Lets go you good-for-nothing little tyrant! We are going to get caught."

She let out a cry and made watery eyes at him as he groaned in over exasperation from her shenanigans. He stared at her saying, "Now what's wrong?"

Her face gleefully lit up replying, "Put an arrow through the heart and I will leave, ok? Pretty please with sugar on top and a pink cherry too? Do it, do it, do it! Come on!"

He gave in with a little stutter, knowing she could be so stubborn at times and it was better to sometimes get small things out the way rather than listen to her ranting until his ears bled.

"Oh ok, but you better leave then, or you will be the death of me." He watched her as she nodded in joy. The Absol opened his mouth, letting the dark aura develop and materialized around the folds of his mouth, blasting out dark flames that burned a slow and precise indentation of an arrow that continued down to form it piercing through the heart; he then stopped, having fulfilled his terms of the promise. Smoke still spiraled off of the bark as the arrow smoldered with a beautiful hot glow.

She happily jumped up and down overwhelmed in delectable giggles, her large assets firmly bouncing with each skip. She cried out spirited cheers while clapping her hands, evidently overjoyed at their grand piece of art. Malek could not believe her conduct at times as it was more on par with a hyperactive child that had been given too much chocolate and coke; at the same time, he couldn't believe that he had just bought into her silly games. He commented on her giddy reactions, "And how old are you again?"

She blurted out loudly, "I'm your shoe size mwahahahah!"

Malek wondered where she got her bad lines from; he was a pokemon and did not wear shoes, damn her comment made absolutely no sense.

During all the commotion she was causing, a casual passer-by noticed something amiss- the girl had violated the countries treasure the Great tree! Who would do such a heinous act of cruelty towards such a national heritage?

Not too far off, Tory noticed a young man standing in the street staring in their direction as he paced towards her with horrified concern for what had happened to the tree. Malek and herself seemed to be the key suspects in his eyes.

"Hey, who did this?" He had seen the heart and the inappropriate portrayal of the police carved into it. The tree was not allowed to be touched, hence no one would ever be able to remove the heart or the disgusting thing she had carved for fear it may hurt the tree. It was under the care of the local preservation society and was one of the listed attractions that could never be cut down or removed, similar to listed buildings by the local government as they held historical value.

She pointed and laughed at him, he did not take it well, however. "Do you think someone carving anything into the legendary tree is funny?"

"Hahahaha well I did it, so nah-nah! And yup, it so is funny; look I made a dickhead! Hahahaha!"

He could not believe his ears, where they deceiving him? This was an outrage, such profanity! Why would she do such a callous act?

The young man had a companion that ran up beside him, a Pikachu, and it was staring at her intently. It had a silly rose tied to its arm for some reason, maybe it picked up for good luck or possibly a girlfriend: none the less, she wanted it. Tory had already obtained one of the items in her little private quest and even though it was just one flower, it would speak out louder than many. The deep reds bedazzled her, it was something that inspired and stirred emotions.

Tory snapped her hand out with speed and accuracy, swiping the Hun away like greased lightning, her thief skills were displayed in their blazing best giving no time for the pokemon to even move. She heard the Pikachu growl in a threatening way, which gave a fair warning to her.

It's master gave Tory a direct ultimatum. "Ok, now return what you just took, . . . . Or else."

"You can't boss me around- who do you think you are, anyway?"

The young man replied in an irritated tone. "I'm just a trainer; name's Ash Ketchum. Now really, give it back."

She cheerfully shook her head, seeming like she was going to be a handful and began laughing and waving the rose over the Pikachu, irritating him to great extents. A big vein popped out on his forehead and began throbbing. She provoked him further with teasing words. "Nah nah can't reach it, half-pint! Awww, did you not eat your greens and it stunted your growth?" Ash almost smirked but held back, the girl's insult nearly making him crack.

Tory felt instilled with burning excitement, as she had acquired the 2nd item of her special super-uber love quest.

Police regularly made passes, a couple of them that were wandering past and patrolling managed to have their attention drawn to the loud female voice. A few of them soon gazed upon a girl and there was no denying who she was; some of them seemed to recognize her face from the list, even if it was a case mistaken identity it was still worth following up. There was no point in taking any risks as they quickly radioed for backup.

Police ran out of the police station and there was loud shouting, followed by a lot of rustling. Ash stumbled a few paces back, retreating quickly knowing this was not an annoying little girl, but one of the most wanted criminals in the whole country.

By this time, she had been positively identified; there was no denying this. Was she just setting him up to kill or attack him? He could not take that chance as his Pikachu ran back, taking to Ash's side, ready to assist the police as he prepared himself for the attack.

Ash immediately became mentally and physically vigilant; the girl did have a reputation, so he kept his watchful eyes on her. She had already displayed a sample of her skills earlier when she utilised her quickness, swiping the rose from his Pikachu, at a seemingly impossible speed. He called out to his Pokemon.

"Pikachu stay alert, she's quick." He took on a stance facing her, like a man with sheer determination to do what was right in order to preserve peace at all costs. His Pikachu nodded with an equaled willingness. "I have my eyes on her, lets bring her in."

His Pokemon gave little cries of acknowledgement, "Pika Pika!"

It was only moments before she was surrounded. The police held out their batons at the ready for any resistance or trouble that they could come in contact with from the perpetrator. Someone within the large mob of authorities bellowed out a dominant and assertive instruction for her to comply with.

"Tory you're wanted in every state for 157 felonies across the country; you've evaded us for the last time! Put the weapon down and walk slowly towards us."

Tory bent herself over ever so slowly, placing her trusty pen knife in the deep snowed over grass and began to walk forward; maybe her little infamous streak and flamboyant run as one of the country's most notorious bandits had come to the end of the road.

She took a few steps forward hearing clanking under her, almost metallic; before Tory could come up with something, the accidental opportunity presented itself as a manhole directly below giving her a sure way of escape. The police began rushing towards her as Malek casually walked away from the crime scene unnoticed. Tory quickly bent over and pried the heavy metal circle from its place in the ground.

She placed the mid section of the rose's stem into her mouth and pivoted her body, diving right into the hole, twisting and spinning elegantly into a swan dive. Extending her arms and tips of her fingers, she splashed into the water with a fantastic 'oh so good' Olympic dive that earned 9.9 points in her mind . . . .Easy! The water was purified, as it was part of Eterna's main clean underground waterway that delivered a fresh water supply to the rest of the city. The strong current swept her pretty form fast and wistfully away. As she cried out, "Gigantica Watera Slida! Whhheeeeee!" Her voice loud enough to be heard by the officer's who where in no position to pursue. The water rushed her along as she wallowed in the exhilarating adrenalin rush of the daring escape.

She reached out in the knick of time to grab hold of a platform edge that had an overhang above the water. Her hands clung on tightly as she pulled herself from the rushing channel of water. With a strong jolt of her arms, she mustered all her strength to haul herself up gasping and relishing the kick of the thrill in the moment; that was some real fun! It was also a very close call with the police left wondering what happened and Tory yet again evading capture.

Back at the police station, Ash debated whether or not the girl planned everything in advance, as that was either a genius escape he had read about a few times in the paper or just pure dumb luck.

In all the excitement with Tory being the main target, no one even bothered Malek as he watched the officers crowd around the manhole, not daring to jump in. Malek was not concerned in the slightest, even though there were multiple routes the water took; Tory would make it out safely. After all, he raised her and knew full well that she could swim like a fish in the most dire of tidal waves. He then sniffed the air, being able to detect her scent anywhere within a five-mile radius.

Tory was soaked and it was awfully chilly. The air down in the waterway carried a cold musky odour, permeating her clothes as she made tracks towards a manhole ladder, shivering and laughing at the great escape. Beginning to cough, she knew would she could catch pneumonia or a cold if she did not get out of her drenched attire quickly. Entering the streets, Tory walked down a little side road, seeing that ever-familiar disgruntled pokemon awaiting her. Malek was visible, impatiently tapping his clawed paws on the cement pavement as he awaited her arrival.

He had some form of clothing for her; a large blue bedsheet hung from his mouth and a pair of sandals lay sitting in the snow. He was rather resourceful and probably even better than her at swiping possessions that did not belong to them. Malek was awesome at this and she had learned everything about survival from him; unfortunately for the Absol, her personality took a reckless direction after the decision was made to teach her the ways of survival.

"Hey SHERFU! What you wanna do now? This is an awesome and fun date, whatchya think?"

He snarled at her. "Fun? Your idea of fun is always chaos, I'll bite you in the ass if you don't hurry and get out of those clothes- and I told you before this is not a date you rascal!. . . . Why do I even bother? One more thing about calling me Sherfu: I'm not Chinese, so master would do just fine." He sighed in lost hope.

"Hmmmmm... Ok, SHHHERRRFUUU! No, no SEAFOOOOD! Because Master and I are the evil Magicarp spice of life! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Malek stared at her replying, "You really ought to work on that stupid evil laugh, and if you call me Sherfu or seafood again I will bite your cute ass and chomp on it like Christmas dinner."

She shut up rather quickly and in response, letting out a little cough. Malek considered the night to be just a casual Christmas outing as friends. To him this was no date, and definitely had nothing to do with romantic involvement or otherwise. Tory on the other hand was rather on the opposite end of the thought spectrum; apparently it was very romantic for her and now she had gained a rose and a piece of mistletoe.

She slid out of her clothes as Malek looked the other way, earning a giggle from Tory.

"Hey master you never really need to look away, what's the deal with that? It's not like I don't get dressed in front of you or something, and you've seen everything already."

"I just need to respect the fact that you are an adult now and it is not appropriate for a human female to be cavorting naked around males."

She laughed at him, even Malek thought he was being rather contradicting himself. He remembered how he used to dress her as a little girl, recalling an incident when she was four. He tried to pull her dress down over her head and it got stuck in the sleeve somehow. It was rather funny when she ran around flapping her arms in the air shouting, 'I'm blind, I'm blind, I'm blind, help me master!' then ran into a tree, knocking herself out. She was so innocent and adorable back then, but in present times she was a royal pain in the ass, but she still had her adorable moments.

She let the soaked clothes drop to ground, making a splattering sound. Tory snickered, taking the bed sheet from him and lowered herself as he kept his eyes closed to her nudity. He felt her running her hands through the fur on his head as she clipped in something. It must have been the rose she had stolen for him; to her it meant a single rose for one single love.

"That's for you master, you look so beautiful with that in your fur." Her cheeks flushed, and she could not hold back her reaction. He was her first love and even under her charade of bravado, her heart was beating like a jack-hammer; Tory was desperately fighting to gain his affection. She finished covering her indecently exposed body, draping herself in the sheet and slipping into the sandals; overall, the whole thing was not very warm but it would do.

"Ok I am dressed Master cutie- lets go, it's time we get us our Christmas food."

Carefully poking her head out from behind the building, Tory scanned the area for any coppers that might still be looking for her; there was hardly anyone in sight. While doing so, Tory smelled the whiff of an alluring aroma that lingered in the night air- it was of warm food. She turned to Malek with a big beady-eye look, taking advantage of adorable gleeful sparkle in her eyes that always made him bow down to her whim.

"Mmmmm, BBQ... Yay!" The delicious smell was coming from a garden where it seemed like a party was going on. She ran up to the large wooden fence, it was rather high and prevented her from being seen. It was filled with small cracks between the fence slats that segregated the garden from the street; the holes were small, but large enough to peep through. She glanced through, seeing an enormous amount of food and a couple of pokemon gathered around the table.

"Oooh, Absy-poo, I'm so hungry. I'm gonna get us some grubba-dubba; after all, to share is to care, yup."

The Absol looked at her sternly. "Share? . . . .You mean you're going to steal it as always! You little Twerp!"

She giggled, continuing, "Its the same thing! This is the season that brings joy, and I'm sure they will joyously let us steal some food! Hehe."

Absol looked away from her as he poked his head over the fence; he commented back to her while observing them. "Listen you little rascal, I just remembered who they are. Its Team Rocket which is a special criminal organization: they are hardcore, so lets go somewhere else ok? That guy over there is called Butch; I doubt he'll think twice about killing you . . . . . . . are you listening?"

He turned around to see she was not underneath him any more; he sighed, looking over the fence to see Tory crawling closer to the table, disguised in some nearby shrubs. He had to give it to her: she was resourceful but she was going to get caught if she was not careful. She could be such a pain at times; he wondered how he ever agreed to be her guardian in the first place.

Her hand reached out of the shrubs with her preying fingers, successfully grabbing the closest thing to her; Tory managed to get her little grubby hands on a Christmas pudding. Voila! SUCCESSA MAGNIFICA! She'd done it! It felt warm still, but she suddenly drew her hand back, feeling the tight rapture of a firm forceful grip suddenly catch her wrist.

A taunting male voice came through from outside the bushes. "Wow... you think you're really clever, don't you? You're going to have to do better than that."

Tory sprung out like a jack in the box, having being provoked, "BOING!"

It completely startled the uniformed rocket member, causing the young man named Butch to swipe a large knife from the table next to him in a reflexive action, raising it threateningly. Malek's heart almost stopped, but he gasped with relief when Butch lowered the knife.

She snapped back at him with a feisty reply, deeply insulted by his comment. "Better than that? You don't know who you're talking to! I'm hotter than you anyways!" Her voice was spoken in a playful and quite forward tone. The girl seemed to have more courage than brains.

"Hotter than me? Haha now that's a random comment, from a random girl dressed in a bedsheet, that's randomly popped out of a bush. I almost killed you, you idiot! Don't even try to get away; I don't take lightly to thieves; although I can't comment on my own profession thinking about it"

He reached out with his free hand, forcefully parting Tory with the pudding from her hand as she sobbed; her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble seeing the only meal she had managed to acquire for over a day being confiscated from her.

She felt the urge to mock him, and fully intended to follow it up. "You brute give that back, I've not eaten for almost 2 days! Hmm ooooh look at your tiny gun in that holster, do you fire blanks? Boom-boom, no show, no squirt hehe?"

Butch just wavered at her outlandish slander and gave her a hawkeye look, squinting in a little frustration at her comment; she clearly seemed to have a grating personality.

"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about, you perverted creep. And don't think you're being funny- this gun holds 6 Pokemon capturing nets, able to catch just about anything for that matter."

By this time, the scene had attracted Attila and Hun's attention , along with Jessie and James. Cassidy chuckled, commenting, "She's pretty funny huh, Butch?"

"Yeah, whatever you say, Cassidy."

Tory gave him a little wink and followed it up, "Yup, your so adorably cute! Oooooh! Looksy; a present for you!"

She mischievously pulled her makeshift robe open, unveiling her model like physique; this was definitely unexpected. Butch just glared, mostly caught by surprise. He was speechless, and did not know how to react as his mind entered a dazed state. He stared, while his jaw dropped.

Hun wrinkled her nose in revolt and yelled, "Get the hell out of here, you streaking little Perv!"

"Easy there, Hun," Cassidy replied. Atilla and James just carried on to ogle and stare on without shame, admiring the girl's body.

Butch's eyes first latched onto her breasts; they where perfectly developed: they were firm and bounced with a certain firmness to them on exposal. Perhaps a little more than a handful, each with pierced barbells through her pointy nipples; such an elegant figure all the way down to . . . . .

"Oh damn it, Attila. Not you too!" Hun yelled in the rocket's face. She backhanded him on his left cheek as a loud smack rebounded off of his skin. Atilla recovered quickly, a stupid grin pasted on his face.

Without giving any of the males a moment to admire the beauty of her sacred southern quarter, Tory took her chance while Butch was lost and distracted. Snatching the Christmas pudding from his hand with nimble and speedy fingers, she quickly ran and pounced over the fence.

It took him a moment to realise what she had done, and darn, did she use her assets to get what she came for. Damn her, he thought to himself angrily. "Hey, get back here with my pudding, you little bitch!" Hun yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Let her go, let's enjoy Christmas; we have more food anyway." Cassidy said.

Hun looked angrily at her. "Easy for you to say. I bet you didn't slave over the greatest pudding ever made for three hours..."

Cassidy smiled and patted Hun on the back to comfort her.

"Well that's got to be one of the strangest encounters with anyone that I've ever had," Butch said.

Cassidy smiled, teasing him. "Well, you did find her cute- you and Atilla turned red. Is that why you deliberately let her get away? You could have just used a snare gun to lasso her ankles while she ran."

Butch could still feel that his cheeks a little flushed as he coyly scratched his head replying,

"It's Christmas, and it's only a little food. And yeah I guess she was pretty cute, but very damn annoying. Very strange, too; god help the guy she ends up with."

"Only a little food my fat ass," the disgruntled Hun mumbled.

Atilla smiled at her comment. Cassidy, turned to Butch, cheekily telling him, "You know, that was Tory right?"

Butch's eyebrows met in a frown. "Tor who?"

Cassidy laughed, telling him his misfortune. "She's got a 5 million bounty on her head, hehe, 2nd only to Giovanni."

Butch sighed, realising he just let 5 million run away from him, quite literally.