Author's Note: I finally got this out again! Just for you information, I'm rewriting the story, but a little differently. It should stay similar to the old one, but still be different. And for anyone new to this story, Ivalee is thirteen, like Anise.
Ivalee paced down the hallway as fast as she could. There were Oracles knights were practically swarming the area, blocking most of the doors. She ducked around another corner as a guard casually walked by. She was about to be on her way again when a rather familiar green-haired boy appeared next to the knight.
"Keep on the lookout for Ivalee. She's got red hair and red eyes, and if you find her, take her directly to my room." The God-General continued on his way down the hallway. Ivalee pressed her back against the wall, praying Sync wouldn't notice her.
When Ivalee looked around the corner, the hallway was once again clear. She slipped out unnoticed and hurried down the hallway. Her destination was only a minute away.
"Don't move." She heard Sync's voice from behind. Ivalee mentally cursed her bad luck. Her body whipped around to face him.
"Don't try and stop me." Ivalee warned. Her piercing red gaze met with his glaring green one. She took a step back, only to have Sync take a step forward.
"You know that the Commandant doesn't agree with what you're trying to do, so stand down." He moved forward again, but she just moved backward. Their steps were in tune with each other.
"I'll only stop if he stops his plan." Ivalee replied. "If not, then I'll leave."
"He won't stop, you know that. And you're not leaving, since you know too much of what he's planning." Sync took another footstep forward.
"Fine. I'll just go and-" Ivalee stopped in mid-sentence and took off in the another direction. Sync followed her down the twisting hallways of the cathedral.
Ivalee ran up the stairs and around the bend. Her hand gripped the handle of the door at the end of the hallway and she twisted it. The door swung open, revealing Anise asleep in bed.
"Anise?" Ivalee shut the door and walked over to the bed. Anise rolled over and her eyes flicked open.
"Huh?" She rubbed her eyes.
"Anise, I need you to stop Van. He's planning something real-"
The door slammed open and the lights turned on. Both teenage girls whipped around to see none-other-than Sync standing at the doorway. Sync stormed up to Ivalee and grabbed her arm. He started for the door with her in tow.
"Anise, go-" Sync's hand clasped over Ivalee's mouth and continued to half-drag her. She tried to rip his hand off her mouth, but his grip was too strong. He shut the door behind them both, but Ivalee reached out and grasped the doorknob. Sync pulled her back, but she wouldn't give up.
He let go of her mouth and instead, used his hand to pry her off the handle. Then Sync swung her around so that her head was next to his chest and her legs were held by one of his arms. (Kind of like bridal style except her body is leaned forward more and he is holding her hands behind her back instead of her back with his right hand.)
"Sync," She growled. "if you don't put me down right now, I swear all hell will break loose on you."
"I don't believe you could do that, or anything more than a small cut or bruise." He retorted. Ivalee glared at him for what seemed like an eternity.
"Fine then, you asked for it." Ivalee kicked her leg up and hit his chin. She boosted herself into a flip and landed out of his hands. Her foot then connected with his side and sent his to the floor. "Believe that, bastard!" She sped back the way towards Anise's room.
Ivalee glanced back to see if he was following her. There was no sign of him down the hallway, so she thought she was in the clear. She thought so, that is, until she slammed into him. She landed on the floor in front of Sync, with her mouth wide open and eyes staring.
"But how-" Sync picked her up again and brought her face directly in front of his.
"Don't try that again." He whispered into her ear. Ivalee felt his hand on her neck, making her right shoulder twitch upward. Then it all went black.