The last bell of the day finally rang and ever student in Heartland Academy screamed for joy and ran out the door. Vector sighed and followed more slowly, not wanting to be trampled.

He didn't understand why they freaked out so much. He was well aware of how school was a hell hole prison for children, but running around and screaming at the top of your lungs wasn't going to get you out of there any faster.

Vector stopped by his locker to pick up his bag that had been earlier filled with chemical compounds and other such possible deadly objects that he could think to throw in his bag that would fit and not be detectable by Dumon. The main reason for keeping them hidden from the grey haired Barian was that he's been caught sneaking pythons and rattle snakes to school before and it had not gone down well. Vector shuddered. Dumon could be pretty scary sometimes when he's really angry for being such a calm guy, and that's saying something if even Vector said that.

He smiled as he remembered his 'end-of-year-prank' and the other students' reactions.

Vector slammed his locker shut and giggled, thinking of how a good portion of the students had wet themselves.

He stopped laughing at the thought of having to face Nash and Dumon now. They were not going to be happy, and that was an understatement and a huge one at that.

Sighing, he walked out the school doors and met up with the other Barians outside by the school gate.

He rolled his eyes as he passed a group of girls who were crying and hugging each other, acting like it was the end of the world and they'd never see each other again.

There's always next year... He thought to himself.

That thought gave him mixed feelings though. He'd be happy because he'd get to prank more people but he really hated the classes. Shrugging, he decided it was worth it to see the people's reactions to his explosions and dangerous pets. (Snakes, spiders, venomous lizards, weasels, wild cats, diseased rodents, etc...) The list stretched out pretty long, and those were only the animals. He had plenty of non-living 'prank objects' as well.

Vector finally reached the gates and was met with the glares of his comrades.

"What?" He asked, trying to feign innocence.

They just kept giving him the death glare.

"What?" He asked again.

"You know what you did." Dumon growled.

Vector scuffed the ground with his foot. "Oops..." He said in his Rei voice.

"Oops?! You freaking filled the lunchroom with rattlesnakes!" Mizar yelled at him.

"Correction, there were diamond backs AND boas." Vector said with a smirk.

"You honestly think I freaking care?! I almost died and I'm sure a lot of other kids almost did too!"

Vector shrugged. "If they really didn't want to get bit, then they should have moved faster."

Mizar was about to punch him, but luckily for Vector, Dumon stopped him, earning him a glare from Mizar. "What was that for?" He growled.

Dumon sighed. "You shouldn't fight in public. Wait to we get home."

Mizar gave Vector an evil smirk since he'd just gotten permission to beat the living crap out of him once they got home.

Vector's eyes stretched wide in terror, which was partially real and partially faked. He ran over to Dumon and started begging for him to change his mind. "He'll kill me!" Vector wailed.

"Would serve you right..." Mizar muttered under his breath, but Vector heard him and gave him a death glare.

Dumon didn't change his mind, though, saying it might do him some good and teach him a lesson.

Yeah, getting beating to a pulp by Mizar is SO going to teach me a lesson...I won't even be alive by the time he's done! Vector thought in despair. Well, if I'm going to die, might as well make the best out of this last day... He thought and quickly called out 'bye' and ran off down the street.

He started off by just randomly running down the street just to get away from the others, then began heading toward his favorite store, Jim's Fire Arms & Explosives. Vector absolutely loved the place because it sold weapons (Used for hunting but Vector was able to find many other uses for them) and fireworks for 4th of July and such. Even if he was too young to buy weaponry, Rank-Up Magic Barians Force made a wonderful substitute for a hunting license. The others had always wonder how he managed to get his weapons; they just assumed he stole them. He'd never tell them he used Rank-Up Magic to get them because he knew if he did, Nash would take the card from him and then he'd run out of ways to get his torture devices and would have to result to stealing, which is honestly no better than brain-washing someone into giving a psycho dangerous fire arms.

Looking through the window, Vector spotted the largest firework missile he'd ever seen. The sign next to it said, "For a limited time only!" Then he noticed the price. $2,000.

He pulled out his Rank-Up Magic card. I'm sure they won't mind selling that to me. I bet I can have lots of fun with it. Vector thought.

He jumped when he suddenly heard a voice behind him. "If you're thinking of buying anything from that store, you're badly mistaken." Nasch growled.

Vector looked at him sheepishly. "Um, I was just-"

"You were going to brain-wash them into giving it to you, weren't you?" Nash cut him off and when Vector opened his mouth to reply, Nasch said, "Never mind, I already know the answer." Nasch walked over to him and took the card from him. "I'll be keeping this."

"Hey! You can't take that!" Vector yelled at him.

"Yes I can. I'm your leader, if you've forgotten." Nasch said snarkily.

Vector put on a pout face. "When can I get it back?"

Nasch looked into the store and noticed the fireworks. "You were going buy that, weren't you?"

Vector hung his head. "Yeah..."

Nasch smiled when he got an idea. "I'll tell you what, you can buy your card back from me."

He gave Nasch a death glare. "No way. You can't make me buy my own thing back from you!"

When Nasch didn't reply, Vector groaned. "Fine, here." He said, handing him a twenty dollar bill.

"You'll need more than that." Nasch scoffed.

"What?! How much do you want?!" Vector asked in disbelief.

"Two thousand dollars." He replied matter-of-factly.

"No. Freaking. Way."

"Two thousand or you're not getting it back."

"How the hell am I supposed to get two thousand bucks?!" Vector screamed at him.

"I don't know, ever heard of a little thing called a job?" Nasch responded sarcastically.

Vector was fuming at this point. "Yes, I'm aware of the existence of jobs." He spat.

"Then get one and you'll be able to buy it from me."

"You expect me to waste my summer working to get back what's mine?!"

Nasch smirked. "Yes. Maybe then you'll think twice before using it on illegal and dangerous things you shouldn't have."

Trying desperately to calm himself, he said, "Fine, I'll play you're little game, but don't expect it to change anything."

"If you do get it back and I find out you're abusing it's power again, I'll just take it again. I do hope you're aware of that." Nasch warned.

"Then you just won't find out." Vector growled.

"I don't have to give it back to you at all, you know." Nasch said, his voice still full of warning.

Vector groaned. "Fine. I will no longer use my Rank-Up to buy deadly weapons." He said with his one hand raised, as if swearing on a bible, but secretly had his fingers crossed behind his back. "There, happy?"

Nasch nodded hesitantly. "And if I find out you're stealing or 'borrowing' money from others, I'll up the price to $4,000 and I'll personally make sure you're earning the money yourself."

Vector nodded and walked off, silently cursing at Nasch under his breath.

This summer is going to suck... He thought.