Trixx's POV

I'm telling you, Plagg and Tikki could be either a really skilled stalker or professional spy agents. They've got skills. And I mean real skills. 

As soon as I set a foot out of the school, I hoped to blend into the chattering students that didn't seem at all bothered by my hair style. These kids have taste. 

"Trixx!" Tikki's voice screamed over the yelling students. 

I instantly marched off in a direction. I always loved to play tag. Tikki would never catch me, no matter what happened. It would always be Plagg who would catch me barely. 

A part of me wanted to scream like a little child and embrace Tikki

But a part of me was spirited and adventurous. 

I was a 100% sure I had lost them when someone gripped me firmly by the wrist. I whipped around; there was only one other creature in the world that could find through every disguise I threw on besides Master Fu. 

Wayzz. 

"The sanctuary is that way, stupid," he said, tugging on my sleeve and dragging me the opposite way. 

"Trixx!" Tikki shrilled. Right behind me. I almost went deaf. 

I immediately jumped and hid behind Wayzz. Not that it helped anyways, those two lovebirds came straight towards me. 

"Plagg, what happened to 'don't go looking for me'?" Wayzz snickered, imitating Plagg's voice in a snobby way. 

I tried not to pay attention to them. I really missed them, I really do, but I knew I had to focus on duty. This was my second chance, I didn't want to mess up on something that determined my freedom. I wanted to do it right this time.

"So, you're actually free now?" Tikki squealed in my ear. 

I curled a finger around Wayzz's shoulders and shielded off that cheerful smile. 

"Uh, not completely," I released a raspy mumble. "But Master Fu is giving both of us a second chance." Why was it so hard to be myself around other Kwamis? I never was a socialistic but talking in real life instead of faking out illusions was way harder than I thought. Especially when I didn't talk for an age. 

"So . . . you're with us now?" Plagg asked, looking hopeful. I could see that he missed his best mate.

I blinked and unconsciously tightened my grip. 

"No," Wayzz answered. Then he added, "We're here to find our next heroes. I don't think acknowledging us as Kwamis would help with our hero's secrecy." 

Tikki nodded her head. 

"Not that you guys would understand," Wayzz snorted. "I mean, who was the Kwami that managed to throw off the whole thing?" 

Tikki frowned and playfully punched him. 

I admired Tikki for that. She was always easy and well-liked. I didn't realize how anti-social I had become while I was stuck in that stupid necklace. The only companion I had was Wayzz and I don't really count him as a good one. 

"Anyways, from now on, we're strangers," Wayzz explained. "And from now on, you guys are nothing but an overly dramatic couple, got that?" 

He managed to dodge another playful punch. 

Wayzz looked so happy, so satisfied with everything happening right now. I didn't want to ruin it for him. 

After some five minutes of childhood flashback talk and me meekly nodding my head occasionally or mumbling stuff, Wayzz finally noticed me. 

"Oh, and we have to go home," Wayzz announced and dragged me off. 

As we got further and further away, I let out a sigh. "That was hard," I mumbled. 

"You didn't do anything," Wayzz pointed out. Then he looked down at me with a puzzled face. "I thought you wanted to see them. Isn't that why you wanted to come to school?" 

A little corner of my heart and hoped that they wouldn't recognize me and that I might be able to simply observe them from a distance when I wanted to come to school. 

"Well, yeah, but," I fiddled with a twirl of my hair. 

"What happened to the Trixx I used to know? Now that you're free, you've suddenly become dead and all," Wayzz raised an eye brow. "You used to want freedom." 

Used to. 

"I do," I protested. "But last time I wanted to be free and have fun with you . . . it didn't turn out that pretty did it? And that's how I got stuck in that charm for an age." 

Wayzz rolled his eyes, "So? That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it. And you keep exaggerating that it was an age; it was only a half a century, stop bluffing." 

I stayed silent for another moment or two then said, "It felt like an age."  

There was a little loner than usual pause before Wayzz put his hands behind his head and said, "You know, time flies when you're lonely. Especially for me." 

"Time literally stops when you're lonely," I argued back. 

Then there was silence. 

I marched forward, walking in front of Wayzz. A hand tugged on my long pigtail and Wayzz called, "Hey, chill and be yourself, okay? You're not going to mess up." 

I halted and turned around, hands on my hips. 

"You sure you're not going to regret saying that?" I smirked up at him. 

Wayzz's face twitched, a sign that he was going to blurt out something. Then his dull green eyes seemed to come back to life and he cried, "Of course I would regret it. But I'm not sane right now, so does it matter?" 

I punched Wayzz's shoulder and resumed walking off. 

I could only be myself when I was around Wayzz. Because he ignited me. Because he brought me back to life. Because he brought the worst out of me. Because he brought the best out of me as well. 

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" I laughed. 

Wayzz smiled, "Of course I do hon, especially when you start randomly hitting me like that." Sarcasm dripped off his voice. 

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Wayzz's POV

By the time we reached the sanctuary, Master Fu was sleeping. The dude sleeps like 24/7. He's getting old and exhausted more easily but he's our Guardian and a qualified one as well. 

I set my magic-conjured backpack on the floor and casually lay down. 

Trixx looked down at me. "What are you doing?" she questioned, her expression filled with confusion. 

I shrugged, "Quiet meditation." 

Trixx smirked, letting out a squeaky noise that was a breed between a girly giggle and a chuckle. I protested, "What?" 

"Nothing," Trixx choked and she sat down next to me. Her gaze stared at my rumpled hair and she started combing it with her fingers. "Your hair is like a disaster." 

"Stop it," I demanded. "It's called style." 

Trixx ignored me as usual. 

I stared at the ceiling. It was weird to think that exactly a week ago, my head would've been bombarded with all sorts of narrations and quotes that author made. 

"You know that author—" 

"I'm telling you she's got a name, use it," Trixx ordered. She got a little sensitive when it came to things like forgotten people. It reminds her too much, I think. 

"Okay," I said. "I don't remember her name, that's the thing." 

"Jue," Trixx filled me in. 

"Yeah, whatever, do you think Jue would be narrating on us right now?" I asked, looking at Trixx. At least she would feel a illusionist presence like that, wouldn't she? She was an expert on spirits. 

Trixx nodded, smiling. "Probably. She said I'd be a major role in the sequel . . . maybe the sequel didn't start yet?" 

"I bet it's got some very stupid title," I cracked a laugh. 

"Like what?" Trixx asked, her violet eyes widening with curiosity. 

I shrugged. "It's probably something like 'Wayzz the Awesome' or 'Trixx the Fool' or—" 

Trixx hit me. 

Ouch. 

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