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Chapter List
- 1-Acerbus Quies
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Disclaimer:� I don�t own Ergo Proxy.

Rated
R for language, violence, and sexual content.

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Real
was mad.� In fact, she was almost
positive that this was a level of anger she had never quite experienced before.

�That
jackass!� Real seethed as she stomped through the ship she, Vincent, and Pino
had been sharing for the last several weeks.

In
her right hand she held the remnants of what had been her journal.� All of the once pristine and orderly pages were
now water-logged and bloated.� Ink still
filed the pages on which she had meticulously written various observations,
thoughts, and theories, but it now took the form of smeared, black streaks
across the pages.

As
Real passed Pino within the ship�s cabin the little autorave looked up from her
book.� Pino seemed fascinated by Real�s angry
display and jumped up to imitate her, stomping her feet and narrowing her eyes.� Real usually tolerated Pino�s impressions of
her, but right now she was in no mood.�
Real turned on her heel to face Pino and gave her one of the coldest
looks she could muster.� In her current
state it didn�t take much effort.

Apparently
the look she gave was every bit as nasty as she intended because the autorave let
out a surprised �Eep!� before running into the bathroom and locking the door.

If
that was the response she earned from Pino with just a look Real wondered how
that whiny and neurotic idiot would react once she confronted him.� He had carelessly destroyed her most valued
possession on the ship and now she was going to tell him off and make him
sorry.� A sadistic smile involuntarily spread
across Real�s lips at the thought.

Real
could put up with Vincent and his stupid holey socks, the way he constantly
stared at her, and even his inability to put the toilet seat down.� However, this latest incident had pushed her
past her limit and she intended to let him know just how fed-up she was.

Real
spotted Vincent instantly once she ascended the stairs from the cabin.� He was on the ground, checking the supplies
secured under the front of the ship.� Real
slammed the cabin�s door behind her as she stepped out onto the ship�s
deck.� Vincent displayed no reaction to
the loud bang generated from the door closing, as if it was something he had
grown accustomed to.� Somehow, this irked
Real even more.

After
climbing down the small ladder to the ground below Real approached
Vincent.� At the sound of her footsteps Vincent
turned to face Real.�

�Real,�
Vincent addressed her smiling.� However,
his face quickly fell once he noticed the expression on her face.

Just
as she reached him, Real threw her journal at Vincent.� He brought both his hands up and blocked the item
before it could collide with his face.

�Look
at this!� Real yelled at him.�

�Wha-,�
Vincent started, but Real interrupted before he could finish.

�You�ve
ruined it!� You�ve destroyed my journal
and all of the notes I�ve been keeping since I boarded this damned ship.��

Vincent
picked up the small book and opened it while Real stood by, fuming.

�It�s
wet,� Vincent stated softly after flipping through the first couple of pages.

Real
advanced on Vincent and abruptly ripped the journal from his hands.

�Do
you know how it got wet?� I�ll tell you
how.�

Real
leaned in closer and Vincent instantly blushed at her proximity.�

�You
carelessly let the water boil over and it spilled onto my journal.� Everything I wrote, all the hours of work and
information I�ve collected is gone.� And
all because you�re too stupid to even keep watch over a pan of water.�

�But,
Real you-,� Vincent began, however Real cut him off once again.� She was sure he was going to mention the time
she herself had accidentally let water boil over.� Or, maybe he would say something in regard to
the fact that leaving her journal near the stove had been a poor choice in the
first place.�

Real
didn�t want to hear any of it.� The fact
was that because of Vincent the one thing that had been keeping her sane was
now gone

�Shut-up!� Just shut-up!� Real yelled.�

�I
don�t want to hear any of your excuses.�

Real
watched as a look of defeat came over Vincent�s face.�

�I�m
sorry Real.� I�m so sorry about your
journal.�

Somehow
Vincent�s timid and sincere apology sent Real�s anger over the edge.� Before she even had time to consider a course
of action she was drawing her fist back.�
The next thing she knew Real�s fist had connected with the center of
Vincent�s face, hard.� Vincent�s head
reeled back and both of his hands flew up to cover his face.

A
feeling of satisfaction filled Real immediately.� �Take that!� a voice in her head cried as she
watched Vincent recoil from her punch.

However,
the vindictive pleasure she gained from hitting Vincent was quickly lost when
he lowered his hands and met Real�s gaze.�
The look on his face actually made Real�s stomach feel like it was suddenly
falling.� His eyes were wide and shocked
and blood was trickling out of his nose.�
But, even more definite was a look of substantial hurt reflected in his
features; one that went beyond physical pain.

Real
turned and began to make her way back to the ship�s cabin.� The sinking feeling in her core was getting
worse.� She knew if she could just find
some way to rationalize her attack on Vincent the bad feeling would stop.� Thoughts raced through her head-

�It
was just a punch.� He�s been hurt a lot
worse.�

�You
shouldn�t feel bad.� That idiot needed to
be taught a lesson.�

�Who
cares if you hurt his feelings?� Maybe
he�ll stop acting so creepy around you now.�

However,
an even more dominant pattern of thoughts were running through Real�s head,
telling her that what she had just done was wrong.� Vincent annoyed the hell out of her, but he
was also unwaveringly devoted to Real and had risked his life for her more than
once.

Real
suddenly felt the need to get away from Vincent and her growing guilt.� She rushed up the small ladder to the deck
and then towards the cabin.

However,
she was only able to make it to the cabin door before she was suddenly thrown
backwards, off of the ship, and onto the ground below.

Real
landed hard on her side.� After
overcoming the shock of her sudden upheaval Real observed that she wasn�t
injured, but would likely have bruises on her right arm and hip the next day.

As
she pushed herself off of the ground, Real immediately noticed Vincent standing
before her. �His expression was a mixture
of contempt and amusement; a combination of emotions that Real would never have
thought possible of Vincent.

But,
then Real realized that Vincent was no longer standing before her.�

Ergo
Proxy had taken over.�

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Key
Points for this chapter:

-Pino
does great imitations of Real (Vincento!�
Vincento!).

-Real
is a bitch.

Well,
I guess we already knew both of these.

Part
2/2 coming up soon.

This
fic is un-betaed, so sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes.
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