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Grand Theft Auto: The Love Story
CHAPTER 8: LEGACY

Author: Cynthia Taz
Rating: PG-13 (language, violence)
Disclaimer: All characters, sites and such from 'Buffy, The Vampire Slayer' and 'Angel' belong to Joss Whedon, UPN, WB, and et al. All characters, sites and such from 'Grand Theft Auto' series belongs to Rockstar Games and Rockstar North. No copyright infringement intended. All new characters and storylines belong to the author (Yah me!). This story is not sell or for any profit.


"It's here."

Willow could not help but feel the excitement rushing through her veins. She moved, as graceful as she could, and reached for the package TJ put on her desk. "Thank you."

TJ nodded, quiet as usual.

With the eagerness of a child opening Christmas presents in the morning of the Christmas day, Willow tore open the wrapping, revealing a box of most high-tech cat toys money could buy. A tingle told Willow that her thin lips had curved up - even if she was pretty sure her brain had not commanded them to do so.

But then, it had been happening more and more lately... Willow did not care though. The only thing she cared for - the only thing she hoped, was to see the smile on Tara's face, just as the one she had now.

Softly touching the rough surface of the brown box, Willow wondered what was between Tara and herself. She was not naive enough to think it was simply the respect between two people who happened to be working together... but she did not believe in fairy tales either - did not believe love was something that could be found...

Not for her. And definitely not in this damned city.

But she managed to find Tara, didn't she? She managed to find a girl that, in a blink of an eye, made her feel like a young teen in love.

Love.

'I love her.'

The bullet of knowledge shot through her heart, causing it to stop. The monster living inside the thin torso growled in rage, but at the same time, Willow felt... warm. And fuzzy.

And happy.

"You smiled."

TJ's voice shook Willow out from the warm and fuzzy place. "What?"

"It's that Mafia... isn't it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, TJ." The monster within Willow finally took over. "But it sounds awfully like you are trying to question me about something."

TJ dropped onto his knees. "Please forgive me, Willow-san." He bowed. "I don't mean any disrespect..."

Willow knew, just as TJ knew, that it was not about respect.

It was about the truth.

The redhead stood from her chair, and moved towards the window, staring blankly at the view it offered. "My loyalty will never change. You know that."

"It is not about loyalty." TJ replied, his tone never changed a bit. "You will get hurt."

Sadness filled the monster's soul. "Doesn't matter. I am the Bakemono in the family. Remember?"

"No, Willow-san. You are the true legacy for the eighth regime of the Kasen clan. Nothing will ever change that." Paused. "No one will ever change that."

The redhead did not turn, did not see the darkened eyes filled with resolve.

'I won't let it.'



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