Aishiteru Means I Love You

This chapter dedicated to Arche0. I think he's gonna like it!

Robyn took a deep breath, summoned all her courage, picked up the phone and called her brother in New York.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Jonny? It's me, Robyn."

Silence. "What is it, Robyn?"

"Jonny, I just want you to know, I'm getting married."

"Married? When did this happen?"

"It's been a while, Jonny. A lot has happened."

"Who are you marrying?"

Robyn smiled. "A damn fool and a dingbat. But also the most wonderful man I ever met. His name is Harry."

"Where the hell are you? My caller ID isn't telling me anything."

"I'm in Japan."

"What the hell are you doing there?"

"It's a very long story, Jonny. But, we're getting married here. If you'd like to come...."

"Why can't you come to New York? There's plenty of churches and halls you could have a wedding at."

"Well, Jonny, a lot of our guests live here and they'd all have trouble relocating at once. Which brings me to one more thing I have to tell you. Jonny, there will be some gargoyles at the wedding."

"WHAT!?"

"Gargoyles, Jonny. In fact, all of the bridesmaids, the best man, junior usher and one of the groomsmen are gargoyles. Many of the guests will also be gargoyles."

"Robyn, please, in the name of our father, please tell me you are not marrying one of those demons!"

"Gargoyles, Jonny, they are called gargoyles. And not that it matters, but Harry is human."

"You're sure?"

"Well, he's Australian. Close enough."

"Don't joke, Robyn! How do you know he isn't disguised like Dominique Destine?"

"I know, Jonny. I've seen him both at day and night and I know all about his background. So, you can stop looking under the bed for gargoyles that aren't even there. All I'm asking Jonny, is that if you come to the wedding, that you try to be civil."

"Civil? Civil! Robyn, you ask me to be civil for a pack of beasts? I'm just to sit down and break bread with them, forgetting what they did to Dad? To Jason?"

"Jonny, what happened to Jason was...."

"The fault of those wretched demons!"

"Jonny," Robyn got a hold of her emotions and tried not to let them get the best of her. "Please. I'd really like someone from my family with me on this day. If you love me, you'll let your hatred go for one night."

There was silence. "When and where will this be?"

"Didn't you get the invitation I sent?"

"Let me check my in-box." A pause and rustling. "Ah. Here it is. Your groom is Harry Elvis Monmouth? Is that his real name?"

"If it wasn't, he'd choose a better middle name than Elvis."

"It looks like you've chosen your birthday as a wedding day."

"Well, June weddings are nice and, this way, he won't forget my birthday or our anniversary because they'll be on the same day."

"I'll consider attending."

"I mean it, Jonny, I want you to behave yourself. I don't want you to say or do anything that will offend my gargoyle guests."

"I can't pretend I like it, Robyn. having these monsters at something as sacred as a wedding- it's disgusting!"

"Please, Jonny? For me?"

"I will consider it." He hung up abruptly.

Robyn put down the phone. She thought of calling Dingo, see if he had picked up Avery yet. No, she needed to calm down before she could really talk to anybody.

A knock at the door. "Robyn?"

She didn't have to turn to see who it was. She knew the voice, but turned anyway, not able to believe he was here. "Jason?" He stood in the doorway of the room she had been sharing with Dingo. Yes, stood, albeit with crutches.

He smiled at her. "Got early release for good behavior." he said. "And God met me halfway on the ass for legs deal."

"Jason!" She embraced him. "Jason, I, why didn't you tell me?"

"Wanted you to be surprised. Think I could sit down somewhere so I can hug you back?"

"Oh, yes, yes, of course. Come inside."

Jason looked around the room, decorated in its minimalist oriental style. "They didn't give you a bed?"

"It's called a futon and it's actually quite comfortable. Do you need any help?"

"No thank you, Robyn. I've learned to be pretty self sufficient." Jason lowered himself to the pallet lying on the floor and removed his crutches and leg braces. "So, tell me all about your groom. Anyone I know?"

"Well, do you remember that show called /The Pack/?"

"I think we were a wee bit old for Saturday Morning Cartoons when it was on, but yes. Couldn't go anywhere without seeing Pack T-Shirts, Pack action figures, Pack cereals. It would've been Pack Mania if Pac-Man fans hadn't already claimed the term back in the 80's."

"Well, I'm marrying Dingo."

"Which one was he again? The big one with the beard?"

"No, that was Wolf and considering what he looks like now, he's probably never getting married. Dingo was the one with the mohawk."

"You're marrying a man with a mohawk?" Jason smirked.

"He's going to have it trimmed and combed for the wedding."

"The invitation you sent me says his name is Harry Elvis Monmouth." Jason chuckled. "What are you going to name your kids? Priscilla and Lisa Marie?"

"Actually, we talked about this. He likes Mariah for a girl and I want to name any son we might have Charles after dad. But, that will be some time far off." Robyn sat on the futon next to her brother. "I didn't think you'd be able to come when I sent the invitation, but I wanted you to know that I was getting married."

Jason smiled. "The boys who run the post office at Rikers were kind enough to forward me my mail. As soon as I got it, I booked the next available flight to Japan. Got in on the red-eye last night, slept in a sorry excuse for a hotel that literally stacked people on top of each other, and managed to get a taxi driven by some guy who thought I could understand Japanese if he yelled it loudly enough." He took his sister's hand. "Robyn? I'd like to ask you something. At your wedding, can I give you away? I know I'd be limping down the aisle rather than walking, but it's something I want to do for you."

Robyn embraced her brother, who promptly hugged back. "Of course you can, Jason!" She pulled away. "Jason, there is something I have to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Well, you know how when you came into Ishimura and there were all these statues perched on the walls facing the town?"
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A black, private jet with a red X on the tail fin touched down at LAX. Xanatos thanked the porters who brought the steps to the tarmac, tipped them well and insisted that he required no further assistance. The plane was only stopping to refuel. Once it looked like no one was watching, he told the gargoyles "Alright, two hour rest break, kids. Remember where we parked!"

"Alright!" said Nashville. "Can we go to Disneyland?"

"I think that's a bit far off, Nash." said Brooklyn. "But, we can probably find Mann's Chinese Theater. C'mon!" Many of the gargoyles started scaling the nearest hangar for height to glide from.

"Would you like to visit this Chinese Theater, Elisa?" Goliath asked her.

"Sure." she said with a smile. "I'd like to get a photo of Denzel's hand prints for Beth."

"Angela, I'm sorry." Broadway said. "What I was trying to say came out all wrong and it was a stupid thing to ask anyway."

"Broadway," Angela stroked his face. "You really have nothing to worry about. It's been so long, Kaze has probably forgotten about me."

"I don't think anyone could forget you, Angela."

"Well, even if he hasn't, I'm with you now." She put her arms around him. "I love you, Broadway. I can't see why you'd be so jealous."

Broadway smiled and shook his head. "You just don't see it, do you? Angela, you're beautiful and I'm, well...."

"I think you're beautiful." She said. "Beauty is more than just what you see, Broadway, and you're one of the most beautiful people I know."

Broadway couldn't help smiling. "You really think so? I-I wonder sometimes what you see in me."

"I see a kind a loving person with a good heart, that's what I see." She kissed his cheek. "Now, come on, let's go find that theater. I want to see what my hands look like next to Meryl Streep's!"

"You know something, Angela?" Broadway said as they were airborne. "I always wanted to go to Hollywood. Maybe get a movie deal or my own talk show."

"Sure." Angela laughed. "Why not?"

Broadway laughed. "I was kidding! Yeah, me becoming a Hollywood star. Maybe after Demona teams up with the Quarrymen!"

"Aerial shot, the Hollywood Sign." Staghart narrated as he filmed the famous landmark. "Zoom camera in...."

"Getting more flavor footage?" asked Lexington, gliding beside him.

"I plan to do a little America montage with footage I got of St. Louis, Las Vegas and a few other cities I shot from the plane. Too bad the Grand Canyon was so poorly lit." They both landed on the D of the Hollywood sign. Staghart got some panoramic footage of the view. "Did you know Peg Entwistle committed suicide by jumping off the H in the 30's?"

"Who's Peg Entwistle and why did she commit suicide?"

"Your first question answers the second."

"Oh. Broken heart for every bright light. I get it." He touched Staghart's hand. "Japan's fourteen hours ahead of New York. Hello, jet lag."

"On the plus side, we'll get to see the sun for a whole day." Staghart pointed out.

"We'll get to see it together." Lex reached up to Staghart's face and started to pull him in for a kiss.

They didn't notice the sound of the chopper until it was practically on top of them. "Don't jump!" a man shouted through a bullhorn. "Whatever you do, don't jump!" A spotlight was shone on them. "We'll lower a ladder and we...can...talk....." The voice trailed off as the speaker realized the two beings perched on the D were not human.

"Cheese it!" said Lex, spreading his wings and jumping. Staghart followed.

The shocked LAPD officer turned to his partner, who had been piloting the chopper. "Hey, Joey, did you see that?"

"No, and neither did you!" said Joey. "They'll have our badges if we tell HQ that a deer with angel wings and a little green devil were smooching on the Hollywood sign!" Joey piloted the chopper away from the sign.

"That was close!" said Lex as he and Staghart hid behind the H and watched the chopper fly away.

"Likely," said Staghart. "They thought we were two humans about to take a lover's leap. Oh well, the view from down here is pretty good too."

"Oh, yeah." Lexington eyed his lover. "The view from here is just fine." He hugged his lover from behind and nuzzled him just between the wings. Staghart took one of the hands and brought it to his mouth for a nuzzle. Lex's other hand was drifting down, caressing the package in the spandex one-piece Staghart wore.

"Lexington?" Staghart gasped, trying to keep a good grip on the camera.

"Should I stop?"

"Not on your life!" Amp thrust against the caressing hand. The pressure was giving him a hard-on. Lex used his free hand to undress his lover. With some help from Amp, he managed to pull it all the way down, giving his hands access to that satiny, pink member. Lex pulled and squeezed with one hand, using the hollow of his palm of the other to massage the tip. All the while, Lex rubbed his cheek against the silk soft fur on Amp's broad back. Amp was making some of the most beautiful sounds Lex had ever heard. Breathy moans, sweet whisperings of his name, pleasing hums. Then the body in his arms began to shudder as the moans became louder. "Lex...I'm going to...Lex, oh God! I'm cumming, Lex!" There was a shout that echoed through the Hollywood Hills. Hot, damp stickiness spilled over Lex's hands.

Amp slid down to the ground beneath them. "That was wonderful, love." he managed to gasp out. He stretched out sinuously on the ground, twitching his tail in a silent invitation.

Lexington rubbed the slick semen between his hands and knelt behind his lover, taking a moment to enjoy the view of snow white fur bathed in moonlight reflected by the steel of the giant H they were next to. He slid a finger inside, hearing Amp gasp with pleasure. He gently slipped it in and out of his passage, making Amp squirm and make a noise like a purr. He tried two fingers and looked for that special spot deep inside him. Just when he found it, Amp bucked and said "Ow!"

"I'm sorry!" Lex immediately stopped what he was doing, wondering if taking his fingers out would just hurt him more. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"It's alright." Amp gasped. "I just have to remember that fucking solid ground isn't a good idea. Hold on a minute." Amp bent his knees and raised his lower parts off the ground a bit. Lex used his free hand to caress the hanging ball sack and give the new erection a gentle caress. "Lex...I want you."

Lex quickly removed his loincloth, grabbed the narrow hips and slid himself in, loving the tight, hot squeeze. He lay himself across Amp's back, loving the way silken fur felt against his body. He put his arms around him, loving the warm thrum of energy he felt from his partner. He thrust in and out of that firm, hot body, loving him with all he had. Lex let his tail slip between Amp's widespread legs, caressing his cock and balls gently. Amp was moaning and bucking under him, begging for more. Lex let his tail tip coil around Amp's member, squeezing and pulling on it tenderly. Lex let his hands stray all over the beloved body. Feathers and fur ruffled against exploring hands. The muscles of the trembling arms that Amp used to brace himself were lovingly stroked. Lex stroked the wing feathers, causing Amp to flex them in pleasure. The shoulders and chest were squeezed and stroked, the hair ruffled and then smoothed back down again. Amp soon bucked under him, his loud cries signaling the start of his second orgasm.

Pumping into his orgasmic lover was thrilling. It was like scaling a wall that was falling down, or riding a tiger. Lex grabbed all the harder onto Amp's biceps and thrust himself in and out, as hard and fast as he could, loving the heat, loving the spasms of muscles that squeezed him, loving the gargoyle that shared himself with him. He rubbed one of Amp's ears, knowing how much he liked that. Amp Was bucking harder and faster, shouting out incoherently. Lex's body heated up as his stomach tensed. He grabbed Amp harder, thrusting harder, biting into the velvet soft ear as feral growls rumbled in his throat. They both let out some fearsome roars as they came and collapsed to the ground.

Amp immediately turned over and took Lex into his arms. "You have to do that more often." he said with a smile. "I like it when you get dominant."

Lex smiled and caressed his lover. He noticed a drop of red, vibrant against the white fur. "Oh, holy shit!" Lex pulled away. "Amp, I'm sorry, I-I think I hurt you."

"What, this?" Amp pinched at the tiny wound on his ear. "No big deal. I was thinking of getting a piercing anyway. Would've preferred the other ear, though. Look, it's stopped bleeding already." The small wound easily clotted. "Won't be able to tell the difference tomorrow. Oh, bugger!" Amp reached for the camera he had lay down, noticing the blinking light. "I left this on, facing us! I just made a porno starring us, sideways!"

"Can't show that to the folks in London." Lex commented, fastening the belt on his loincloth.

"Una would have a heart attack. The hatchlings would be traumatized for life and the Twins would gouge out their eyes. I'll just have to edit it out later." Amp stood and stretched, enjoying the way his body felt after a good shag. Lex sat back and enjoyed the way Amp looked when he stretched. Amp found his garment and dressed. He and Lex shared one more embrace and nuzzle before taking to the air.

"Alright, let's have a head count." Xanatos said as everyone gathered about the refueled plane. "One gargoyle, two gargoyle, three gargoyle, four...."

"Oh, here comes Lex and Staghart." said Broadway, seeing the two gargoyles come in for a landing. The two appeared to be suspiciously rumpled. "So, what happened to you two?"

"Uh...we had a run in with the LAPD." said Lex, not quite lying.

"Staghart?" said Angela. "What happened to your ear?"

"It's not bleeding again is it?" Staghart asked. Lex looked a bit guilty.

"It's kind of, um, scabbed over." said Angela. "It should heal when you turn to stone."

"Say, Angela," asked Staghart. "How did you get your ears pierced?"

"Oh, these cute little things?" Angela fingered the gold hoops in her ears. "I had it done when I was about 29. All the girls on Avalon were doing it."

"You know, Angela," said Goliath. "You should try to be a leader rather than a follower."

"I know." she said. "It was my idea. It was very simple, really. All you need is a darning needle, some strong thread, a lit candle, a turnip, some wine and a bunch of rags you wouldn't mind getting messed up. Paper towels might work."

"What's the turnip for?" asked Broadway.

"To keep the needle from piercing the skull, of course." said Angela. "Might not need it in Staghart's case."

"Alright, looks like everyone is here." Xanatos said, after doing the head count. "Except for our pilot. Anyone seen Fox?"

"Making her grand entrance now!" said Fox as she approached with a shopping bag on her arm. "In a few hours, we're all going to experience the wonderful world of jet lag, but on the plus, some of our friends are going to spend a few unaccustomed hours in the sun, so, prezzies!" Fox handed out some sunglasses she had bought in the airport gift shop.

"Hail, hail, the gang's all here." Xanatos quipped. "Next stop, Tokyo."

On board the plane, Brooklyn knocked out one of the eyepieces on his frames, deciding he didn't need it. Elisa persuaded Goliath to try his on and told him he looked cute. Broadway and Angela had forgotten their quarrel and tried their glasses on, making faces at each other. Nashville rested his on his head and played a hand held video game. Staghart tore a page from a magazine and folded it up into a fan. "Look at me, Lex!" Staghart fanned himself while wearing his new sunglasses. "I'm Karl Lagerfeld!" Lex laughed at the haughty expression Staghart assumed. Lexington laughed.

"It looks like Angela and Broadway made up." Lex commented.

"That's nice." said Staghart. "Speaking of making up, would you mind telling me more about this Dingo person?"

"Well, you remember that TV show /The Pack/, right?"

"They showed it for a while on the Beeb." said Staghart. "I never cared for it. Thought it was just another /Power Rangers/ rip off. Fox had quite a cult following, though. Every Halloween and Mardi Gras, London is just crawling with drag queens dressed like Fox."

"Yeah, well, I was fresh out of the Dark Ages and didn't quite know the difference between TV and the real world. I thought they were really honorable warriors, like gargoyles. I thought they could side with us. They led me to believe that they were, and that I could trust them. Well, cue Admiral Ackbar. I wound up endangering myself and Goliath because I fell for the Pack's lies hook, line and sinker. I try to get along with Fox because of Alex. Jackal, Hyena and Wolf...they're just crazy. Dingo, I haven't even heard from until I got the invitation. Goliath, Angela and Elisa tell me he's turned his life around. I can trust them, even if I can't trust him. I wonder what he meant when he said someone hurt him and betrayed his trust even worse than he did to me. Must have been a doozy."

Staghart put an arm around his shoulders. "Must have." he said.