"Seattle here we come," Max sat down on the plane.

"Yeah," Kai replied staring out the window.

"What's wrong Kai?" Ray asked.

"Nothing," Kai glared.

"Hey where's all my food," Tyson dug in his backpack. "Hello, who is this?" he found a picture of a girl instead.

"That's my bag Tyson, not yours," Kai said coolly snatching the bag away.

"Who is she?"

Max took the picture. The girl was a tall bluenette with grey eyes and a warm smile. She was wearing a long skirt and a red tank top. "She's pretty."

"Of course she is," Kai tried to take the picture back.

Tyson took the picture back and the back of it. "Dearest Kai, it is good to know I'll be seeing you once again. It's been too long. Please stop by as soon as possible, I need to know the dates so I can get tickets. Your team is welcome to stay and train here. See you soon. Kala."

"Tyson," Kai growled.

"So who is she?" Ray asked.

"Isn't it obvious," Kenny shook his head.

"What chef?" Max asked.

"She's Kai's sister," Kenny replied. "The hair, eyes, and Kai's even more agitated nature than usual."

"But Kai doesn't have a sister," Tyson said.

"Yes, I do," Kai glared at Tyson and snatched his picture back.

"Since when?"

"Quite a while it seems. She looks around our age," Ray commented.

"Why don't you ever tell us anything," Tyson whined.

"You didn't have to know," Kai shut his eyes.

"Are we going to stay at Kala's house?" Max asked.

"Why? So Kala can clean up after Tyson."

"I'm not that messy," Tyson protested.

"Please."

*****

They got off the plane, picked up their luggage and were walking through the airport when they heard someone shout, "Kai Hiwatari."

Kai stopped and looked at the girl, "Who are you?"

"Melissa, Kala's teammate."

Kai's eyes narrowed and his lips got thin, "We'll go say hi." He followed the girl out.

*****