Together... Or Not?

Disclaimer: Nuuoa Eclaire and Demenior don't own Class of the Titans. Nor do we own any Power Ranger socks, or any branch of Wal-Mart. But we do own ourselves, so don't steal us away, individualities are kind of important.

Warnings: Evil... simple as that.

Demenior's Note: Sorry we're late guys. Just… being lazy, I guess. Everyone review Nuuoa's other stories and be sure to get her to review. She's so lazy sometimes, honest xD Okay, anyways, one thing you need to know is that Archie is the only one immune to the love potion and remember those drops that I tried to hit the kids with, but hit the sidewalk instead? There was actually a reason for that. And I must say, that love potion is highly potent.

Nuuoa's Note: Okie-dokie. Sorry we weren't up sooner, I was busy travelling, tanning, and swimming with dolphins. Yawn, just the usual darling little people. Go fetch my fuzzy-slippers, would you? No, no those ones, the ones with the rabid bunny teeth that I picked up from the souvenir shop at Spamalot? Oh... I haven't been? WELL MY PARENTS HAVE! That basically sums up my Spring Break :3, so yeppperss.. Vampirism is the word of the day, and Edward ain't got nothing on Archie. He's fly, you can't touch that! ...Word out.

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Chapter 4: The Plagues of a Purpled Youth: Step Two: Stalkers, Bootie, and Eskimo Kisses

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Cronus had been waiting patiently, silently watching as the teens were thrown into a hormonal overdrive. He had watched as that clueless fanfiction author, Demenior-something had been manipulated and tricked by his faithful Wal-Mart employees into putting Jay and Atlanta together, and Theresa with Archie, using the promising love potion.

"Make a puppet out of me, will you?"

And as the God of Time walked down across the pavement to where the silly girl had missed them he was still watching. He looked down with crimson eyes to the damp patch of untouched sidewalk and laughed. He let his shoe splatter the remains, and he walked on.

Watching for victory.

And revenge.

On... Nuuoa Eclaire.

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Archie nearly tripped over his brace as he tried to heroically dash across the street to who-knows-where to solve the mystery that was most likely a horribly-timed uprising of teenage hormones. Why didn't he ever think before he acted? It took one memory of Theresa pinning HIM against the wall to make him forget feeling stupid... He hadn't been sucked in yet, thank every possible God or 

worshipped item across his planet and far into the next, though he doubted that it would be easy to escape again. Theresa had an annoying tendency to... get. Fortunately for him he was immune.

He had to solve it before his time ran out.

HAD to.

Archie was half-way across the street when he saw something- or, rather, someONE- sneaking out of the Brownstone. That was probably a pretty good lead on why everyone was acting so crazy, himself included. He ducked down, before realizing where he was and dashed back to safety before he got levelled by a smart car. THEN he hid in a spy-like fashion, singing his theme song in his mind, as he tailed the mysterious woman into the alleyways. She must've been deaf or dumb or something, because she hadn't even noticed his noisy near-death, instead she kept mumbling something about the misplacement of a... uhh, Purple-Wolf-Dog-Thing. Maybe he was the deaf one.

Neither of them noticed the dark shape following Archie. Under his breath, this third member was whispering corny poetry to his Angel.

"Angel, my love. I never had anything to give. Nothing for your wings of a dove. Your beauty makes me live."

But despite his mantra, Odie was silent. Silent but deadly. Not in the sense of passing, well, gas, no, he was far deadlier than that at the moment. Such was the condition of a man in rapturous, eternal, quenching, burning love.

It had been clear to him since he had witnessed Archie's urgent gallop into the streets that his former comrade was trying to take away his heart, his soul, embodied in a woman. His Angel.

Odie made sure to take note of things, and the photo-files in his memories revealed the truth as plain as the day that his Angel brought him every morning, hand-wrapped and sealed with a kiss. Archie had been pale, paler than normal, so he looked somewhat like a ghost of sorts, and his eyes had been frantic.

There were only three logical reasons that Odie could deduct for the warrior's distress. First, extreme trauma. This was ruled out due to the lack of water, Theresa, and shark-like creatures. Second, vampirism. This was not possible, though Odie had long thought it true. Archie was immune, and his baby pictures had him sporting out-dated bowties and pocket watches, it was still not possible. As the sun was out, he was not melting, nor sparkling, and the stupid boy-thing loved garlic.

The last reason, numero three, that the holy light had finally found him, and Angel had bathed him in such a heavenly glow that his complexion had bleached, and Archie's Inner-Demons had been detached from his body, blinded by his love's face and smile.

But Angel had done more than that, of course, it was not her fault, nothing can hide a man's heart. Archie had seen her, and now lusted for her in lecherous impure ways that Odie could not tolerate.

Odie jumped behind a garbage can as Archie stirred and continued to follow someone up ahead of him, the girl obviously of little importance. Maybe she was one of his Inner-Demons running loose. It was possible; he would have to watch out for them.

In any case, he would remain silent but deadly. Patient in waiting for the embrace of his golden goal. And who better to lead one to an angel, than the devil himself?

Odie crouched, and slinked through the trees that opened the entrance into the main New Olympian Park, one of many parks in their fair city. His foot crunched onto a pop can.

Who knew the road to heaven had so much litter?

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Sometimes it's hard to tell when things in life are plucked away, that sometimes you pluck right back. And gain something beautiful, someone beautiful. Beautifully imperfect. Neil had learned this the easy way, with the lesson falling right into his lap. He was fortunate, and planned to never lose the love that had come easily. So fast.

He would make the most of every moment... together.

"Oh your HAIR, darling, we need to do something about that!" Neil cooed as he cradled Teddy in his arms. His heart skipped a beat as Teddy smiled up at him. It seemed so long ago that Neil had taken Teddy from that brute Herry to clean him up a bit, but then again, life before that was all a blur anyway. Carefully, as not to endanger his beloved, Neil skipped up the stairs and disappeared into his room. They would be together forever.

Sometimes in life it is hard to tell when life can end. That's why you have to cherish every moment you have with special people. With that special someone. Herry had learned that the hard way, when a near fall had nearly lost him the very thing he had never known to have loved. What would he have done if he had lost his special without making his feelings known? He could not have lived with himself, but fortunately, he had gotten another chance.

Herry had caught his beautiful, and in turn love had caught him.

Herry was bashfully trying to make small talk with the gorgeous being sitting upside-down in the armchair in front of him.

"H-hi, my Herry's name- I mean! My n-name's Herry," he grinned sheepishly. Mirror seemed to reflect his grin, sending it back at him.

"D-do you want eat s-some- want something to eat?" he said quickly to keep from mixing up his words. He took Mirror's matching smile to be a yes and carefully escorted Mirror into the kitchen, "Don't be shy, you can talk to me, I won't laugh. Now, you tomatoes on your sandwich wa- WANT TOMATOES ON YOUR SANDWICH?"

Mirror was amused by his slip-ups, but Herry liked how Mirror didn't laugh or make fun of him like he expected Mirror to.

Love was blissfully unpredictable.

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Archie followed the strange deaf-woman down into the park. There he lost her in the trees and bushes and fountains and children. But he ran into two people he probably shouldn't have.

"Oh Bun-Bun-Foo-Foo-Cakes, it's Arrchiiee!" Atlanta cooed, leaning into Jay's chest as she batted her eyelashes up at the leader. Jay beamed down at her with the same stupid expression on his face.

"You're so pretty Sparkally-Warkally-Muffin-Kins," Jay leaned in and they gave each other Eskimo kisses. Archie nearly threw up.

"And you're so charming Jay-Jam-Toastie-Crustie!" Atlanta and Jay both giggled, and Archie was trying to figure out if that last nickname was the symptoms to a disease or not.

Archie was looking around for the girl, trying not to see the sickly-sweet couple in front of him that was making him feel sick to his stomach. Maybe for more than just their words, his heart was feeling a bit sick too.

"What are you looking for Archie-Warchie?" Atlanta was threading her fingers through Jay's as she spoke, and Archie was telling himself that didn't bother him.

"Have you two seen a girl…" he paused, trying to remember what she looked like, "she was a little smaller than me, and had some purple fur on her clothes…Like she had rolled around in a carpet all day."

Jay shrugged, "Iunno Archie-Warchie," Archie cringed as Jay used the nickname and tried not to cry, "I don't normally look down when I'm walking. I'd much rather be looking at my Wanta-Manta-Snooggy-Poo." Again with the Eskimo kisses. Archie let the short joke slide by, as this was not the right time to be upset at his lack of growth-spurt.

He shied away from the sugar-coated, tooth-decaying couple and looked harder. He thought, for a moment, he heard Odie preaching his love to the heavens and everyone around, but forgot all about that because he saw her! He took off in a mad dash, nearly getting run over by a pack of twelve-year-old girls going to ogle at Jay and leaping a baby stroller in a single bound. The mother didn't like that, Archie found out, when a baby bootie smacked him in the back of the head and sent him face-first into the dust. The girl, just ahead, seemed to realize he was following her. She jumped, covering her nose to stop the sudden nosebleed at the sight of him, and panicked and ran into the woods.

Odie, who had been following, had lost sight of Archie in the crowd for a moment. He almost used the inappropriate word: 'Fiddle-poops', when he again caught sight of the Angel-snatcher a jumping flash of purple in the trees. Running in the opposite direction of a girl with a nosebleed, Odie took off hard in order to keep up with Archie, and he too leapt the baby stroller.

The mother threw the bootie at him, but to her horror, his hair swallowed it with one gulp.

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•Cement Notes. Diary of the sidewalk:

May 1st

It's been a couple of hours now since my love left me on the side of the road. I wonder if he remembers me, and keeps the shape of my heart at his soul (of the shoe)? Does he still feel for me the way I do? I was just cold hard stone before he met me, but with one gentle slap of his rubbery hand on my face, I knew I could be more. I will be more!

SHOE PLEASE RETURN! For without you I am no more than a slab on the walkway to New Olympia Park.