~*Akiko POV*~

"Well.That probably wasn't the smartest idea." I groan, leaning against the fridge.

"Hey, at least we had fun!" Mirka shrugs and flops down on the couch. "I'm satisfied with the day. Hey, someone throw me a piece of paper and pencil."

"Noo." Seki moans. She'd dragged out her air mattress and filled it with lava from the gym. Somehow, she managed to cut off the top of the mattress and only her head sticks out. Well, and the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt she's wearing.

"I still don't see what happened." Strong announces randomly. "Here, Mirka." He picks up a stack of paper and a handful of writing utensils.

"I told you. We got beast up by the Therian trio. Somehow, Mirka barely has any scratches." I summarize.

"Then why is she--" Vixen starts.

"I'm lazy. Ya have a problem with that?" Mirka answers.

"And what's up with--" she tries again.

"I'm underleveled. And am mad at Ren." Sekia grimaces.

~*Ren POV*~

I groan. "Why am I still here?"

"Because... I'm bored." My little cousin replies.

"But my--"

"Don't wanna hear it. Now... What'cha wanna do?"

"LEAVE."

"Not an option."

"WRESTLE."

"You can't hit a girl."

"BAKE DEADLY BROWNIES."

"OOH! BROWNIES! No, cookies."

"Nooooo..."

~*Seki POV*~

"What'cha wanna do?"  Juel asks.

"SLEEP."

"No, that's boring."

 "WRESTLE."

"Nooo."

"EAT YOUR FACE."

"Ooh, that's good. Let's make cookies!"

"NO."

~*Ren POV*~

I quickly  sneak out of the small cottage and sprint down to the beach, half hoping Sekia and Mirka will still be there. Of course they aren't.

But what is here is a burnt smell in the air. I follow it to find a fallen palm tree surrounded by wet sand and broken logs. The tree's leaves are smoldering.

I bend down to investigate.

~*Seki POV*~

When Juel's back is turned, I run off to the balcony and jump off, motioning for Mirka to follow.

I lead Mirka to the clearing where I first met Ren, almost expecting him to be there, waiting for us.

Well, there is someone waiting for us, but not Ren. A little girl with wavy light green hair with little antennae things sticking out is standing there, arms crossed. Her huge emerald eyes glare at us. The little wings emerging out of her jade-green tank top flutter angrily. She takes small steps toward us with smallish legs. "Who. Are. You?"

I look at Mirka.

She get's the message. "I'm... Jasmine Underwood."

"And I'm Nicole Herdsun."

"O..Kay... I'm Yardly. Have you seen my big brother, Ren?" Yardly asks, trying to look innocent.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we have." I reply and grin. "But I think I know where he is!"

"Really?" She squeals. "Show me."

"No."

"WHAT?!?!?"

~*~*~*~*~

HAI!

sorry for the shortish chapter, i got lazy.

oh well.

ya, um, i think i finished here.

BAII!

have a nice day, it's FINALLY spring :3