Author's note: I Do not own Wild Arms 3. I really would like to thank people for actually reading this, this is something to get that darned writer's block out. I give credit to that person who did the Tokyo Mew Mew drabbles for this idea.

Virginia headed to the cemetery that was about a few minutes walk from her house. She looked up to the sky, remembering the time she spent with her old team. She laughed, remembering the fateful encounter that brought them together. She sighed, her friends where in their hometowns,Clive was at Humphrey's Peak, Gallows was at The Baskar Colony, and....who knows where Jet was. Virginia headed to her mother and father's graves.

"Daddy,I'm sorry I had to pull the trigger on you." She whispered. She began to cry softly,remembering how awful it was to shoot her father with her ARMs.

"Yo Virginia, you still crying about that?"

In a flash, Virginia pulled out her two ARMs and pointed the at the speaker.

"Hey! What's that for?! You wouldn't dare shoot your half-brother,would ya?"

Virginia laughed and put her ARMs back, knowing it was her turn to look after Jet. Every year,the team members switched turns with Jet. Jet Enduro was a test experiment (partly made by Virginia's father) created to see if The Council of Seven could reconstruct for the half-brother thing, Jet was kidding, Virginia's father took care of Jet for a while, so he was like a father to Jet.

"Jeez, you're late. I was wondering if some weirdo in Humphrey's Peak kidnapped you." Virginia laughed.

"Nah, everyone's a little too nice. It gets boring there."

"Well,no wonder, you are a treasure hunter."

Jet looked taken back, he was a treasure hunter before he teamed up with Virginia, even if he was 15. Virginia laughed again, remembering he had quit treasure hunting for a while.

"C'mon Jet, let's go fix that cut. Looks like the Gobs got to you."

"Hmph, fine."

Virgina punched Jet's shoulder softly, he could be a hot-headed person, but to her, he was like a little brother.

Did you like it? Oh, whoops I gotta hit the hay, depending on the reviews i get, i may make another drabble out of boredom. Well, c-ya!

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