Natalie Blackstone was with her best friend Hannah Whitehouse. They had just defeated a Zakenna. Pijard was watching them. That Black Cure girl seems to be very defensive of the other girl. Let's test that! Pijard thought. He stepped in front of Natalie and Hannah. Pijard got the responce he wanted. Natalie had stepped in front of Hannah, protectively.

"What do you want, now?!" Natalie shouted at the villain. Pijard simply smirked.

"Why do you care about her a lot?" Pijard asked.

"I just do!" Natalie shouted. Her arms were open. Natalie 's body was positioned in front of Hannah with her arms threw out. Hannah didn't want to say anything, because she was afriad. When Natalie moved back to Hannah, Natalie threw her arms around Hannah protectively.

"Well, well. You don't love her?" Pijard asked, evilly. He went closer and grabbed Hannah. Hannah let out a squeak that notified Natalie.

"Hannah! Let her go!" Natalie ordered. Pijard just smirked. He had Hannah around her throat. Natalie growled angerly at Pijard.

"I won't tell you again! Let Hannah go!" Natalie shouted. Damn! I should've protected her more! Damn it! Natalie thought. She heard Hannah whimper and she looked up. Hannah had fear in her eyes.

Author/Note: This is a short chapter, sorry. I need to think some for about this story. If you guys have any ideas, please review and I'll see if I can get what you asked for.