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A/N:
Aha! Now here comes the moment of truth! There�s gonna
be a lot of OCs hanging about around here that you might or might not like. You
can judge for yourselves. Ooh, my heart is beating so fast, pumping with
adrenaline just thinking about writing this chapter! Here goes nothing!

Disclaimer:
I do not own Osmosis Jones and whatever characters that is in it. But I wish I
could own the pairings� T_T

POISON
�� Ozzie, again, felt like a goldfish
in a fish bowl as he sat in the middle of the guest hall surrounded by Thrax�s family, with Thrax
standing behind him and his hands on his shoulders to ease his nervousness.
�� It didn�t take long for Mr. and Mrs.
Roja, the Roja Sisterhood
(meaning Thrax�s and Klepta�s
other mothers) and all the other Roja siblings to
find out about Thrax�s latest achievements,
especially with Jackson, what with his accident making it worldwide in the
news. By means mysterious even to Thrax and Klepta, the latter suddenly received a message from his
mother when one of the Black Death relative dropped by into the dog city for a
while telling him that the Roja family has found out
about Ozzie�s existence and his condition and will be paying a visit soon. In
fact, they even found out where they were and got together to meet up in the
dog city Klepta was running through whatever vessel
they were travelling on, may it be rats, cats, dogs or bugs, and also the
occasional dirty street bums that reached over to touch the dog.
�� Ozzie got to meet the Roja Sisterhood first�Ursula Lyssa,
Klepta�s mother, from the Rabies family, Trixy Salmonellosis from the
Salmonella
family, Andie Mycobacterium from the TB family, Flazen Rubella from the German Measles family, Gertrude Flaviviridae from the Yellow Fever family and Marushka Filoviridae from the
Ebola family�and the other siblings that followed. It was a little hard trying
to keep track of all their names, but Ozzie managed call them just right with
what little training he in the immunity force on memory-enhancement. Most of
them were decently friendly to him, but the cell could tell that not all of
them seemed approving towards having him in the family. All the time, Thrax kept Ozzie close to his side, not allowing anyone to
even think of trying to do anything out of the ordinary to his intended mate.
�� While he tried to get to know each
and every one of the Sisterhood and the siblings, Ozzie�s observation skills
kicked in as he studied each of their features. Each member of the Sisterhood
had their own unique features, but one thing they shared in common was the fact
they looked younger than they should. Ursula Lyssa
was the main reason Klepta got his dirty blonde hair
but he definitely did not inherit her bluish-grey skin. She had beautiful red
eyes with snake-like pupils, just like Klepta had,
and she stood just a head shorter than her son. She had a long tail that had a
little bit of dirty blonde fur in the end, indicating her lineage as a canine
virus, and in fact, if you were to ignore the snake-like eyes, you could tell
that her facial features are slightly canine in nature. In her wake, she had 3
other children, a boy and two girls, all of them probably a difference of 1 or
2 years from each other. The boy�Kurt was his name�looked more like Ursula with
his canine features and his hair and skin. You could consider him like a male
version of his mother, while the girls�twins Khora
and Kincaid�were almost like Klepta with the skin and
the looks, but their hair would probably be inherited from Mr. Roja.
�� Trixy Salmonellosis looked like someone who just graduated from
high school for someone who had 4 children. She had blood-red hair that was
shoulder-length and she was below Ozzie�s eyebrow in height. Her skin was the
same colour as the virus Ozzie saw riding on the
oyster back in Frank, only it was a shade lighter. The only odd one out about
her was that she had 4 legs, two on each side, and when she held out either
hand to get some finger food to eat, an extra hand would automatically pop out
of her wrist to take another extra. Her 4 children�boys Ambrose, Alexi and
Antoine and girl Amrita�were all taller than her (as tall as Thrax and Klepta) and it seemed
that the boys were the one inheriting most of the physical features of their
mother than the girl.
�� Andie
Mycobacterium was someone who looked like she had a distaste
for anything and everything. With her aquamarine eyes, she looked at Ozzie from
head to toe as if he was a stain on her coat and did not want to talk to him
the rest of the way. Her long flowing silver-blonde hair that reached all the
way to her ankles reminded Ozzie of Serione�s, only
unlike Serione in attitude, she was colder and
crueler. She had tan freckle-like spots all over the backside of her white
body, from the nape of her neck all the way down to the tip of her heels, but
the freaky thing was that her hair had a life of its own. When her two twin
boys Rouge and Rodeo tried to approach Ozzie to talk to him, her hair suddenly
reared up like a snake and wrapped around their necks, dragging them away from
the cell, and when they tried to protest, she gave them a look that could kill
someone a thousand times over. Ozzie swallowed just by the look of it.
�� Flazen
Rubella, on the other hand, was a jovial and happy-go-lucky woman. She had a
very thick German accent courtesy of her lineage and she had her onyx
elbow-length hair tied up partially into a bun while the loose ends were tied
into a long braid. She�s as tall as Ozzie and was a little bit round around the
edges, most probably because of her slightly gluttonous way of eating and also
because she was a mother of 6 children�boys Hugo, Hershey, Holmes and Harold
and girls Henrietta and Harriette�under her tow. Her
skin was a shade redder than Thrax and it felt quite
warm to the touch, being that part of her viral symptoms was heaty rash and fever, and she was the only one in the
Sisterhood who didn�t have claws.
�� Gertrude Flaviviridae
and Marushka Filoviridae
seemed to be always close together, never apart, even though they looked
nothing like twins. They looked more like they were the yin and yang of each
other. Gertrude had dark brownish-black hair while Marushka
had light reddish-white hair, almost like light pink. While Marushka
had very dark blue, almost coming to black, skin, Gertrude had skin almost the
same colour as Serione.
While Gertrude was silent and soft-spoken, Marushka
was lively, bubbly and did most of the talking, and Gertrude only added in
whatever she thought Marushka was missing out in her
conversation. The only thing that they have in common was they had the same
amount of kids under their tow, but even that, the gender of their children
were the polar opposite of each other: Gertrude had 3 sons Emmett, Eden and
Edison and is pregnant with an upcoming 4^th son while Marushka had 3 daughters Natasha, Nooka
and Nefertine and is pregnant with an upcoming 4^th
daughter. Ozzie suspected probably being under the �Viridae�
family had something to do with their closeness and their yin and yang nature.
Just as Klepta had mentioned before, Marushka had a strong sense of grandeur of her heritage as
one of the deadliest virus next to AIDS, and didn�t miss the opportunity to
brag about it to Ozzie, much to Thrax�s disgust.
�� Hey, Jones,� Drix
nudged Ozzie a little to catch his attention.
�� What is it?� Ozzie asked in a soft
tone, noticing the way Drix gestured him was trying
to ask him something private. Thrax leaned in a
little to listen as well.
�� Do you realize that none of the
Sisterhood�s children are with a mate? It seems as if Thrax
is the only one here that is planning to settle down.�
�� Well, now that you�ve mentioned
it,� Ozzie muttered as he scoured around some more, �you�re right. They don�t
seem to have a mate or a girlfriend/boyfriend with them. Is there some sort of
an unwritten rule or something that you must be the first, Thrax?�
�� No, there is no such thing,� Thrax admitted as he held Ozzie closer. �Well, not that I
know of, anyway. I�m not sure why it is this way, actually.�
�� Maybe it�s coz they�re afraid of
the ritual and wanted to see how bad it is on you, wimp,� Klepta,
who also caught wind of the conversation, muttered his reply.
�� For once in your miserable life,
runt, can you not be such a smart-a��
�� Before Thrax
could finish his berating over his half-brother, Mr. and Mrs. Roja came in at last. When they came in, the whole scene in
Klepta�s mansion was silent and solemn. Ozzie cringed
at the sight of the heads of the Roja household, and
could almost feel the fear everyone felt, especially towards Mrs. Roja, the matriarch of the sisterhood. Mr. Roja had the skin Klepta
inherited from and his black dreads were as long as Klepta�s.
His greenish eyes traveled across the room and rested on Ozzie, regarding him a
little, while Mrs. Roja literally scrutinized him
with her black orbs from head to toe in a manner much worse than Andie while she flicked her chin-length purplish-red hair
and adjusted the strap of her dress that hugged her reddish body just right.
Seeing her features and her claws, Ozzie knew that Thrax
had inherited almost everything except the eyes and the hairstyle from this she-virus.
�� Everyone knew the drill as soon as
they showed up. They all went into the guest hall of Klepta�s
mansion and arranged the seat in a circle, with the seat in the center meant
for Ozzie to sit on and had Thrax be with him as
well, while the rest of the family, Klepta and the
other siblings included, sat on the circle of chairs, which is where the
situation was right now. Drix, who was not part of
the family, knew this was not his party to crash. He stayed out of this by
hanging around at the study room and watching TV of the outside world,
babysitting Kiaran at the same time, but after 5
minutes of watching, he couldn�t resist. He hid at one corner and listened in
to the conversation between the members of the Roja
family.
�� So, son,� Mr. Roja,
who had a deep, rich voice with a bit of a southern accent, broke the ice,
�this is the person you wish to take as your mate?�
�� Yes, Pops,�
Thrax replied dourly, and Ozzie felt a slight squeeze
on his shoulders, not sure whether it was to reassure the cell or himself.
�� I believe he is with child? Your child, in fact?�
�� Yes, Pops.�
�� And this cell was formerly someone
you have taken from a city you destroyed and made into a sex slave?� Mrs. Roja asked, making the cell shiver a little. She sounded
cold and unemotional, with eyes that can pierce through the very depths of a
soul, and Ozzie could tell she was a no-nonsense woman.
�� Yes, Big Mama. That was our
original relationship.�
�� What is
your name, child, and what was your profession before you met our Baby Thrax?� Mrs. Roja asked Ozzie,
ignoring the slight grimace Thrax gave at upon
hearing that family pet name.
�� My�My name is Osmosis Jones, ma�am,�
Ozzie replied, his voice slightly trembling. �I�I was in the immunity force,
stationed in the mouth.�
�� I do not need to know how you met
our boy, since it is pretty obvious at first glance, but I assume you had not
been in good terms with our boy in the beginning,� Mr. Roja
said in a matter-of-fact way.
�� Yes, I admit. We were mortal
enemies and I did try to take him down, and I was unwillingly taken from the
city to be his sex slave, but�but that was in the past. I no longer have bad
feelings for Thrax anymore. We�ve been through a lot
and we�ve come to love each other very much and��
�� Save it,� Mrs. Roja
warned, cutting off Ozzie�s words like they were rubbish. Ozzie shrank back
again, holding his tongue.
�� You had a good glimpse of him and
mingled with him before us,� Mr. Roja addressed the
family, mostly towards the Sisterhood. �What say you of his eligibility to this
family?�
�� He�s a little shy,� Ursula
commented. �He�s got the looks, he�s got the smarts and the stamina, and the
body of a physically well-trained man to boot, and he�s definitely got the
quality of a quiet, well-spoken man, although I can tell sometimes he may act
strong and outlandish at times to cover his insecurities, but aren�t we all
that way when we were young? I think he�s good for Thrax
and the family.�
�� I disagree,� Andie
replied. �He was from the immunity force. He was technically from a group whose
very purpose is to fight the cause we�ve strived so hard to achieve throughout
the history of medical espionage. Accepting him would be betraying our own
heritage. He tried to stop Baby Thrax from taking
over his city in the first place, so what�s stopping him from preventing Baby Thrax taking over other cities once he�s all cozying up
with him? I would not let a white blood cell�even a partially infected
one�enter my family if I were you, Big Mama.�
�� True, but you have to see what he
had accomplished with Baby Thrax over the months
they�ve been together,� Trixy noted. �Not once had he
tried to fight against Baby Thrax�s cause. In fact,
he had been assisting Baby Thrax through and through
in his mission to make it into the books, even though he was forced into it,
but it�s not like he resisted. If he had done the opposite, they wouldn�t be
here with us now.�
�� I agree on that, Sister Trixy,� Flazen replied with a
carefree laugh. �Look at that little cell. He is such a cute little boy,
looking so forlorn and so in need of love and companionship, and yet at the
same time he could be so feisty and energetic, seeming to be always on the go
entertaining us all just now even though he knew he�d be tired out because he�s
pregnant and all. And look how smitten he had gotten our Baby Thrax into. It�s about time Baby Thrax
got a load off his shoulder for a while and live a little. He�d make a great
daddy�I can just imagine now�and the cell is his perfect match. Who says
opposites don�t attract, no?�
�� He is really a sweet boy,� Gertrude
replied quietly in a submissive tone, �I kinda like
him.�
�� He may be a sweet boy, Sister
Gertrude,� Marushka voiced out, �but does he have
what it takes to be a Roja? Sure, he was a cop from
the immunity force of his city�s finest, I�ll give him
that, but that�s no good enough. Has he got the guts to be willing to make
sacrifices for the good of the family? Has he got what it takes to make it out
as a Roja? He�s just a partially infected cell
modified by Baby Thrax who can only walk around in
the open air without the fear of coagulating, and he may have the ability to
pierce his hand through barriers for Baby Thrax to
get his prize, but that�s about it. Other than that, he�s just excess baggage,
an inconvenient luggage carried around with nothing else to offer. We have to
look at both sides on this, Big Mama, Pops.�
�� Ozzie found it hard to believe he
was sitting there listening to all this as Thrax�s
siblings carried on with their ideas of Ozzie after their mothers spoke their
minds. Aside from Klepta who gave nothing but praise
towards Ozzie, the rest were passing judgments directly at him and were wagging
their tongues off over their opinion of having Ozzie in the family, as if the
cell wasn�t sitting there to begin with. Although the good side was that he
didn�t have to worry about them talking behind his back and backstabbing him or
something, but downright insulting him in front of his face like he didn�t
exist was a little harsh. He wondered if Klepta was
right, that this ritual was the reason why all of Thrax�s
siblings were still single. He could tell from the small movements Thrax made while he stood there behind him that the virus
was also equally uncomfortable and that he wanted to rebuke at them for
badmouthing his intended but couldn�t because of the watchful eye of Mr. and
Mrs. Roja.
�� Is that everyone?� Mr. Roja asked, and when everyone nodded quietly, he turned to
his main wife, �Well, darling, what do you think?�
�� He needs to work out a little
more,� Mrs. Roja said as she got off her seat and
circled around Ozzie, pushing Thrax gently aside
while running her hand along the cell�s shoulders in an almost seductive
manner, �but that won�t be a big issue. Surprises come in small packages,
anyway, and I have always wanted to know how it would be like to have a
cell-virus hybrid for a grandchild. I had expected the others spawns to get started
on settling down since my Baby Thrax here is such a
lone ranger, but seems like I�ve been mistaken. But Sister Marushka
is right,� she bent down to trace along Ozzie�s chin with her claw, �we gotta know if this little baby here got what it takes to be
a Roja.�
�� What do you plan to do, Big Mama?� Thrax asked, his tone slightly
worried for a moment there. �He is with child. If you�re gonna
give him the ritual, please do it in a way it won�t harm my child.�
�� Oh, we�ll think of something,
alright,� Mrs. Roja replied as she came close to Thrax, standing just below Thrax�s
chin in height, caressing the virus� cheek and making him flinch just slightly,
�Big Mama Plexia will think of something to test your
little mate-to-be here, but it�ll have to depend on him to survive this.�
�� After Mr. and Mrs. Roja nodded in acknowledgement at Ozzie, giving them their
initial welcome, the meeting was adjourned. Everyone left to their designated
guestrooms in the mansion to retire for the day, leaving Thrax
and Ozzie looking like as if they�ve just remembered to breathe.
--:--
�� That was a close call, doll,� Klepta said as he patted Ozzie�s shoulder. �I�m surprised
she didn�t ask you to start it on there and then.�
�� Thrax, Klepta, Drix and Ozzie were in
Ozzie�s room talking about what had happened a few hours ago. By Mr. Roja�s orders, Thrax and Ozzie
were requested to stay in separate rooms before the ritual next day, but since Drix was not part of the family, he was allowed to stay
with Ozzie to watch over him. Later in the middle of the night, Thrax couldn�t resist and snuck into the room to check on
his beloved, and Klepta, who saw Thrax
sneaking in, joined him as well a few minutes later, much to the elder virus�
disgust but grudgingly welcomed nonetheless.
�� This was worse than being on trial
or something,� Ozzie heaved a sigh of relief as he groomed Kiaran.
�I guess I understand how our convicts feel when we interrogate them.�
�� Hey, at least some of our mothers
and about half of our siblings seemed to like you. That�s a good sign, isn�t
it?�
�� Yeah, I guess�� Ozzie said, his eyebrows creased to a frown as his hand flew to
his mouth, holding back his urge to puke.
�� You feeling alright, baby?� Thrax asked, concerned.
�� Well, after all that gathering hype
and tension I kinda forgot my morning sickness, well,
sorta,� Ozzie replied quietly. �Once it was over, I
started feeling a little nauseous again and Miss Flazen
from the Sisterhood gave me some old wives� remedy for morning sickness,� he
showed him a small bag of sour mints before popping one into his mouth, �and
she�s right. I do feel a little better now. Your Big Mama came in to see me for
a while. We didn�t say much, really. She just asked me if I was doing OK and we
gave each other a staring duel or some kind before she told me to go to bed
early to prepare for tomorrow.�
�� Damn it!� Thrax
cursed under his breath. �Damn it, that bitch! She
knew my baby is pregnant and she still wants to carry on with the ritual. This
is the main reason why I don�t want to go through this! It�s all your fault,
runt!�
�� My fault?� Klepta
exclaimed incredulously. �Hey, it was your
fault for knocking our doll up in the first place! Besides, it�s just a matter
of time before they knew anyway. I told you
Big Mama will find out one way or another.�
�� Pardon my intrusion but,� Drix intervened the conversation, �I know I�m not part of
the family and not supposed to have anything to do with it, but I couldn�t help
but hear that Mrs. Roja said something about
depending on Jones to survive their test. What do you suppose it is?�
�� Not something you should know if
you are aware of your outsider situation.�
�� They turned around in shock to see Andie standing there looking at all of them with a facial
expression of someone who just caught students playing truant. Thrax frowned at the sight of her.
�� What are you doing here, Mommykins?�
�� You shouldn�t be here, Baby Thrax,� Andie replied. �Big Mama
had forbidden you to visit the cell until tomorrow.�
�� It�s none of your business, Mommykins. Go away, and don�t call me that pet name. You
know I hate it.�
�� Neither do I hearing you call me
the way my baby boys call me, but not as much as you would hate me going to Big
Mama and Pops� room right now and tell on you.�
�� You wouldn�t dare!� Thrax flexed out his killer claw, only to be held back by
both Ozzie on his waist and Andie�s mind-of-its-own
hair on his wrist.
�� Wouldn�t I now?� Andie smirked cruelly. �Now go back to your room, or else.�
�� Thrax,
seeing that Andie�s tone meant business, knew that it
would be better if he didn�t stir up any trouble lest Ozzie became collateral
damage. He retracted his claw and waited for Andie�s
hold on his wrist to be released before he gave Ozzie a goodnight hug and a
kiss. Andie gestured Klepta
to leave as well, in which Klepta shrugged and
obeyed.
�� I�ll see you tomorrow soon,
alright? You just try to get some sleep,� Thrax said
as he caressed Ozzie�s cheek.
�� I will. You too,� Ozzie replied,
leaving a few butterfly kisses on the virus� cheek.
�� With that, the two got up and left,
but not before Klepta turned to Drix
and Ozzie and whispered only for the duo to hear.
�� I wouldn�t know what the test might
be. It differs for each of our other mothers, but it�s definitely something
we�ll find out soon enough.�
�� Klepta�s
voice that was filled with dread over the thought of it was the same dread
Ozzie was feeling at the moment.
--:--
�� Big Mama, no!
Anything but that!�
�� The Roja
family, Ozzie, Thrax and Drix
were all standing on the head of the stray dog while it was sleeping near the
dumpster. There were a lot of roaches and rats scurrying by, but they were not
looking at them. They were eyeing at a much bigger rat�probably bigger than the
rest of the rats combined�sitting on a rusty old dustbin lid chewing what
looked like bird carcasses. It was brownish-black in colour
and probably heavier and dirtier than any other rats they had ever seen. Ozzie
shrank backwards at the sight of it.
�� I would assume this is the best way
to test little Jones� worthiness here and also rid of the bane of your father�s
existence,� Mrs. Roja replied. �Killing two birds
with one stone as you might call it. If he is infected as you have made him, he
should have attributes pertaining to a T4 cell. If he can prove himself to be
capable to live on his own without you, he is Roja
material.�
�� He�s only a partial T4 cell; this
would prove too much of a test for him. Have you forgotten that he is with
child, Big Mama? He can�t�� Thrax�s protests were
caught in his throat by his mother�s glare.
�� He can and he will. We virus live a
harsh life with the certainty of death hanging in the balance of our life. I
have lost 3 husbands before I married your father and had you, and even when I was
pregnant with you, I managed to take down 5 bodies in a row. I lived out my
life fine by forcing myself not to dwell on the loss and survived the odds. I
will not have a future in-law who is not prepared to accept this sort of
consequence and not be able to be independent and fight for both his life and
his unborn child to survive. Have you forgotten about survival, Baby Thrax, or you�ve gone soft in the head over this little
cell?�
�� No, but�just�just let me do this.
If you wanna test anyone, test me. I can��
�� Both Ozzie and Thrax
gasped as four claws wrapped around Thrax�s neck and
slammed the virus down onto the ground below, the sharp claws embedded through
it. Ozzie wanted to run forward to help him but he was held back by one of Trixy�s son Ambrose. Once Thrax
got his mind bearings, he realized that it was his father Mr. Roja with his extended claws around his neck holding him
down glaring at him with venomous eyes.
�� Listen to your mother, boy. This is
a ritual done by many generations before me and no one, I mean no one, is allowed to question it. It is
a test meant for your intended mate, not for you. Even a partial T4 cell should
have certain special attributes that he may not yet realize and it is our duty
to find out what it is before deciding his eligibility to the family. It�s all
about quality and elitism in the blood, boy, not some superficial thing you
youngster call �love� these days. I will not hesitate to kill you if you dare
to make this any difficult for him and the rest of your family, especially for
your mother who calls the shots around here, understand?�
�� Ozzie had never seen Thrax so vulnerable and helpless under the mercy of his
father, forcing him into submission by his claws, and Mrs. Roja
looking at her husband doing all these things to his son without a single
expression of care at all, as if it was the right thing for her husband to do.
The rest of the family seemed to be standing neutrally allowing all this to
happen, some of them a little fearful and not daring to help him. Ozzie finally
understood the extent of the reign of his �Big Mama� and his desperation to
leave the family and avoid the ritual. After seeing that his son was no longer
struggling, he retracted his extended claws to let go of his hold on Thrax�s neck before standing aside, his facial expression
looking as if the incident just had not happened at all.
�� As I was saying before I was rudely
interrupted, little Jones,� Mrs. Roja continued as
she flicked her hair again, �this will be your test. You will go into that rat
there and look for Adam. Once you�ve got him, kill him. If you manage to bring
his heart to us to prove that you�ve killed him, we will consider your
worthiness to the family. Rouge and Rodeo will go with you, but not to help
you. They will only observe you.�
�� Are you sure you wanna do this, Jones?� Drix
whispered warily in Ozzie�s ear. �She asking you to murder someone, and you�re
not exactly a killer or anything, not that I doubt you, but��
�� I�ve killed before, Drips, well, sorta killed before,� Ozzie replied as he braced himself
for it. �Like Thrax told me: Just close my eyes and
get it over with; it�ll get easier every time.�
�� Why not me?�
Klepta asked when Andie�s
boys Rouge and Rodeo appeared from the crowd, flashing their mischievous grin
at the cell. �I�m closer to Ozzie than everyone and I�ll promise not to help
him.�
�� That�s exactly because you are
close to little Jones than anyone else that you are not allowed to go with him,
runt,� Mrs. Roja replied, giving Ozzie an idea of why
Thrax would call Klepta
�runt� in the first place. �Rouge and Rodeo don�t know little Jones and
therefore are able to observe him in a neutral and fair way. Oh,
and boys?�
�� Yes, Big Mama?� Rodeo and Rogue
stepped up towards the matriarch.
�� Here�s your communicator,� Mrs. Roja said as she handed the phone to Rouge, the elder of
the twin. �Inform me from time to time whatever that goes on in the mission. It
has three buttons in it that my other communicator will receive. Report to me
using the white button. If little Jones succeeds in the mission, press the
green button. If he fails, press the red button. Got it?�
�� Got it, Big Mama,� the twins
replied as the elder pocketed the phone into his slacks.
�� Now go, little Jones. Time�s
wasting,� Mrs. Roja said as she shoved Ozzie forward.
Before Ozzie could turn to bid farewell to Thrax,
Rouge and Rodeo exchanged naughty glances and grabbed Ozzie by each armpit
without warning before running towards the edge of the stray dog�s head. With a
loud �Geronimo~!� by the twins, they leapt off the head with Ozzie in tow,
making Ozzie scream in horror, and while they were in midair, they elongated
their hair and tangled it to each other before it formed a sort of parasail,
keeping them in the air as they glided all the way down to the body of the
big-ass rat they were supposed to infiltrate, landing on their feet. Ozzie
doubled over and puked not only because the pungent smell the rat had that
triggered his morning sickness he had long since forgotten because of all the
hype, but also because of the shock he had thanks to the twin�s surprise
sky-diving.
�� Wh�What the Frank was that
all about?!� Ozzie shouted as he keeled over and puked some more after that
exclamation.
�� Well, don�t say we didn�t help you
just this once,� the twins replied simultaneously as their hair de-tangled from
each other and retracted back to shoulder-length. No doubt it was an attribute
inherited from their sourpuss mother.
�� Help?? You
call that crazy spit stunt that almost got me killed �help�?!�
�� Would you rather walk and climb all
the way down the dog to get here?� the twins asked, not missing a beat of each
other�s words. �You�d be torn apart by the other rats on the way, and the ol� wacko would kill us if anything happens to you and his
spawn.�
�� Wacko, huh? Ozzie thought,
finding out another insulting nickname Thrax was
given. He spat out the last bile lingered in his mouth and stood up, wiping his
mouth hastily, �Can you please don�t do that?�
�� Do what?�
�� Talking like this, like you guys are in a choir or something.�
�� Sorry, it�s a habit,� the twins
grinned before one of them spoke, �I�m Rouge, elder than Rodeo here by three
minutes. The way to tell us apart is to look at our skin,� Rouge said as he rolled
up one side of his double-sleeve to show him the back of his elbow and arm,
lowered his collar to show the nape of his neck, �I got Mommykins�
spots, while Rodeo doesn�t.�
�� Sorry we didn�t get to talk to you
or anything last night,� Rodeo said. �Mommykins is a
little bit overprotective. She doesn�t allow us to talk to strangers even
though we�re already way past that stage.�
�� No offence taken,� Ozzie replied.
He straightened his clothes a little before turning to the rat, looking for an
entry point. �Right, let�s get started.�
�� Don�t you wanna
have a heads-up first before you start barging all over the place?� the twins
asked, genuinely surprised at Ozzie�s eagerness to work on his test.
�� You can fill me in later once we�ve
settled down somewhere properly. Let�s go, guys.�
�� The twins looked at each other questioningly
before shrugging and followed after Ozzie as they entered the body through a
half-opened scab on the rat�s left shoulder.

A/N:
OMG~! Will wonders (or horrors) never cease? Ozzie had gotten out of hot soup
to land into the frying pan. Rouge and Rodeo reminds of both the twins Hikaru and Kaoru from Ouran High
School Host Club and the twins Fred and George from Harry Potter. LOL! What misadventures
would be in store for Ozzie now? Stay tuned to find out! In the meantime,
reviews plz!
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