On an island, in a bar, way out in north blue, sat two people, one was drawing in a note pad, the other writing in a book. They had the whole bar to themselves; stacks of paper covered their table and two others, the bartender was liking the quiet, the two sitting in his bar he'd known since they first set foot on the island, 12 years ago, both people were going on 18 by now, the blonde one with the glasses, intently writing in the book, was the oldest, he wasn't built for heavy weight jobs, the boy was quite lanky and tall, the boy was also a great tactician, able to get out of pretty much everything and in everything.

The girl was pretty much the complete opposite from him look wise, her black curly hair reached her shoulders, the bartender seen her hair strait before, it went to her lower shoulder blades, her skin was an even olive color, unlike most girls, she had meat on her bones, she was a worker, her back pain and calluses on her bared feet showed this; she was loyal to her friends, though she didn't trust easy, in fact it took a whole month for her to even talk to him, her freckles showing from a long day's work; he noted. The two teens didn't talk, busy in what tasks they'd given themselves.

The tender noticed the time and started on dinner for the three of them, since they lived with him. "oussan…" the bartender turned around, it was the boy who had spoken, "Yes Zackary?" that was the boy's name, the girls name was Victoria, though most called her 'Tori' or 'Tora', "Me and Tori, are going to leave again in three days… we won't be back in a long while… couple of years at least…" Zackary's eyes were normally a Stormy color, but now a bright bluish. The bartender faltered, "so soon though… I just got you two back…"sadness waved though the bar, "oussan…" Victoria spoke this time, "we promise to Visit anytime we can, but the boss asked us to do this one himself, we can't disappoint him, he saved our island, this is the only way we can repay him." She placed her note book down, a drawing of the man, their boss, and leader; his sinister grin, and tattoos on the side of his face, the leader of the Revolution against the world government, Dragon.

Victoria walks over to the old bartender, "we promise to come back safe, like we always do. We don't have a bounty, no one is gunna come looking for us, oussan." she smiled, "yes, all we have to do is watch a person, and record everything." Zackary walked up behind her, also smiling. The old man smiled as well, he raised them well, and he'd taught them everything they needed to know about the world. He looked at a picture on the wall, it was of Gol D. Roger and his crew, a younger looking bartender in the front, and they looked like they had just won a big fight, most the men covered in bandages, but they were having the time of their lives, drinking, dancing and treasure. "Alright…" he sighed, "help me make the food, you know the rules, they haven't changed yet." The teens laughed and headed to the kitchen.

That night, the school building caught on fire, one of the night watchmen rang the emergency bell, everyone rushed to the building, tonight there was a party at the school for the younger teens, and everyone was worried for them. The fire was large, and the crying from the kids inside could be heard. Zackary and Victoria got to the scene and went into auto-pilot, they ran into the burning school house, "neko neko no panchi!" Victoria was now covered in a coat of black fur, cat ears upon her head and a tail swinging behind her, she hit the door of the school's gym where all the kids should be, after the door was gone, Zackary ran in the room and started to grab kids, "Zūmu zūmu Dash…" his body became a blur as he ran outside and back in bringing the kids to safety, Victoria was helping the ones that were trapped, her powers giving her strength. Zackary ran back in, "Tori! This place is about to go! We need to get out!" She grabbed the last two kids and ran toward the door, "coming Zack!" Zackary was waiting for her. He led her outside, just as the building fell, "now that's what I call timing" she smiled, placing the kids down, "now, did we get everyone!?" Everybody looked around, the number young teens in the town were 40, but only 35 kids went, but there were 34 kids out here… where was the 35th…? "jako left early because he got sick!" someone shouted, both teens let a breath of relief out, they smiled to each other, and walked back home, "THANK YOU, FUR BALL! THANK YOU, QUICK FOOT!" the group of kids yells, the duo smile and continue on home.