Ashes to Ashes

If there was a time where he wished he really, could die... it would probably be right about now...

"Luka! Are you listening to me? I mean.. do you even have a job?!"

Damn... she really was gorgeous when she was angry... flushed cheeks... pouting lips...

"Luka!" 

He blinked at her and frowned, Oh yea...

"Listen, babe, I got you. Dont worry about it!" He grinned, knowing all too well she couldn't resist it. But that grin soon disappeared when he saw that angry glare she bore down on him.

"Babe? Babe?! You listen here, Lu-ka." 

Eep, he didn't like the way she said his name.

"I will not live under some bridge, or in some park. I expect you to find us a home. And don't. Call. Me. Babe!"

Well hell. She had some spunk. 

He threw his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright! Get you a home, got it. Its easy! I mean. . . how hard is it to get a job? And a good solid house?" 

He was sure at least THAT would have calmed her down, but of course, fate had to throw all that to Hell. Her eyes held a dangerous, murderous stare. Her tone was frighteningly calm as she spoke, "How HARD can it be? Luka, do you even have a career? Considering the fact that you look about 30 and you still don't-"

His burst of laughter caught her mid-sentence and she stared at him questioningly. 

"Sorry! Sorry, continue."

Ara's eyes narrowed on him. 

"What's so funny?"

"Oh. . . its just. . . nothing nothing, go on."

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY. LUKA."

Gees, this woman needed to learn to calm down!

"Calm your tits, woman! I just thought it was funny because-" 

"ARGH!"

Shit! 

Ara launched herself at him and he committed his first mistake; he thought she wouldn't draw blood... so he didn't block. That mistake was quickly corrected when her claws dug into his chest. 

Good fucking gods, this woman was aiming to kill him!