Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Zatch Bell

Last time, Nick had one of the worst days of his life. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. He's now shocked by the sight right before his eye, a young boy shooting fire out of his hand.

Acting instinctively, Potat moved his right hand away from the boy in front of him and pointed it at a shower. A ball which looked to be made of pure fire emerged from his hand and collided with the shower, destroying it.

"W-what... what, are you?" Nick asked as he dropped the book and slowly walked away. "Y-you're a monster!"

Potat turned to face Nick before smiling. "No, not a monster. A Mamodo." He said playfully.

"Ma... modo?" Nick asked, a puzzled expression on his face. "What is that? And why did you shoot that blast thing!"

"I guess I should have explained." Potat sheepishly replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Every 1000 years, 100 Mamodo children are chosen to fight each other. The last one standing becomes king for the next 1000 years. However, we can't use our attacks unless a human can read our books and cast a spell." He explained as he picked up the dropped book.

"I don't believe you." Nick said as he sat down. "That whole story sounds ridiculous. Why send children off to fight each other for the title of king. Wouldn't it be better to just hold a vote?"

"I can't explain it, but ever since the existence of my home world this trial has occurred. It's almost like it's a trial created by the gods for some strange reason." Potat explained as he sat down next to the boy.

"So, you want me to believe that I'm the only person on the entire planet that can help you." Nick said, still not believing the story. "Can't you go find someone else to fight with you?"

Potat sat there with a smile on his face while he shook his head. "Nope. Each book can only be read by one human. Guess what, you're the lucky one."

"Oh yayyyy." Nick sarcastically cried out as he laid on his back.

"David, a Mamodo is nearby. I felt them cast a spell just recently." A child dressed in a black hooded cloak. Under the cloak was a purple T-shirt and ripped jeans. His hair was greasy and hung down over his eyes and he had a short stature. When he spoke, a slight lisp could be heard.

David sighed as he looked at his partner. "If you say so, Garbu. This better not be another false alarm." David was a tall and muscular man, who could be confused for a professional body builder. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans with a wife beater. Over that was a black leather jacket. He had no hair except for a goatee and had a scar that ran down the middle of his face.

"No, no. This is no false alarm." Garbu replied as he climbed up onto David's motorcycle. "They are new to the fight, I can feel it through the power of their spell. Now is the time to attack."

David reached into a bag he had with him and pulled out two helmets. "I really spoil you don't I?" He said starting his motorcycle. "Anyone else would make you wait until morning."

"Ahh, but I know you, David. You want the prize that comes with winning the war." Garbu said, accidently spitting on David as he spoke. "You were a world class athlete before your tragic accident. Your drive will make us stronger."

"So, Nick, where do I get to stay at your house?" Potat asked as he climbed up onto Nick's shoulders. "Do we have to share a room, or do I get my own?"

Nick started to get annoyed by Potat and tossed him off of his shoulders. "You aren't coming home with me. You can go find somewhere to stay, but keep your crazy monstrous powers away from me." Nick told him as he walked out of the shower room with his stuff.

"But, Nick, we're a team! You can read my book, no one else can help me!" Potat yelled as he followed Nick. "Come on, are you really going to leave me all alone, scared and defenseless?"

Nick snorted at that once he walked out the front doors. "You are not defenseless. You can fire off fireballs at will. I'm pretty sure you can survive on your own."

"B-b-but, I can't shoot them unless you read my spells!" The Mamodo cried out as he grabbed ahold of Nick's leg. "You got to let me come with you."

Nick looked at the kid and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Sighing, Nick grabbed him off of his leg and lifted him up. "Fine, you can stay with me. Just until we find someone else to read that book."

"Oh thank you, you won't regret this decision of yours. Don't worry about myself, you won't even realize I'm there." Potat replied as he jumped out of Nick's hands. "Now, what are we having for dinner?"

"Garbu, you said they were here!" David yelled through grit teeth as he punched in a locker. "I see no signs of anyone here."

"Calm down you buffoon." Garbu responded as he inspected the area. "Look around and you will see that they were here, but have left by now."

"S-so, what are we doing about it?" The man asked as he leaned against the now damaged locker. "Is there a way you can track their scent?"

Garbu closed his eyes for a second before hitting his partner over the head. "I am a Mamodo, not some Blood Hound! The only way to find them is to wait until they cast another spell."

David sighed as he started to head for the exit. "So, it was another false alarm. How many does that make, three this week?"

"Shut it and just get your motorcycle." Garbu ordered as he shivered in front of the school. "It is getting cold out, you know I can't stand the cold."

"This prize better be worth it. I didn't sign up to babysit some snot nosed brat." David muttered as he walked across the street to find his motorcycle. "This brat acts like he is higher than all of us, like he's actually important. Last time I checked, only the last surviving child is important."

"What took so long, I think I'm catching a cold because of you!" Garbu yelled as he sneezed to emphasize his cold. "Hurry up and get us home!"

As they were driving, a thought came into David's head. "Garbu, I'm sorry, but I forgot about what's so important about this battle. Mind explaining again."

"You really are an idiot, you know that, right?" Garbu responded before sighing. "Listen up, so that you don't waste anymore of my time. This battle takes place among 100 Mamodo children with the last remaining one being named king. The only way to eliminate a Mamodo is by burning their books."

"You mean these books." David interrupted as he carelessly handled Garbu's dark purple book. "I didn't realize how important these were."

"S-stop that! You might drop it and ruin it. Then my chances of becoming King will be gone forever!" Garbu yelled out as he tried to swipe the book.

Pulling it away from the worried child, David stopped the bike before getting off of it. "This book is very important to you, it would be a shame if it got ruined." He smirked as he watched the boy squirm as the book was tossed back and forth. "If you don't want this book getting ruined, you'll listen to me from now on, got it!?"

"Y-yes, but please, be more careful with that book you meathead!" Garbu yelled out before covering his mouth. "I-I mean... partner. That's what I meant, you're not a meathead."

"That is exactly what I'm talking about. All the other teams treat each other as equals, but you treat me like a lackey who does your dirty work." David said before starting up the motorcycle again.

Garbu was starting to sweat now as they continued driving. He never thought of David as having any brains and figured he could use it to his advantage. "B-but, David, we are equals."

"Are we?" He responded back, raising his eyebrow while glancing at the Mamodo. "Last I checked, you used me as a shield against attacks. Then you told me to attack the other Mamodo!"

"But, you always praised your natural athletic ability and your rock hard body. I assumed you wanted to show me what you were made of." Garbu said, lying through his teeth as he tried to please the man who held his fate in his hands.

"I'm done with that. And I'm done with this talk." David answered as he sped up the motorcycle.

"Welcome home, Nick. That was quite a game you guys had." Mr. Rosum said as he watched Nick walk through the kitchen door.

"Oh, uh, thanks dad." Nick said as he started to sweat. Thinking of an excuse for Potat to stay at his house was hard. "What about this, 'dad, I met this monster child who shoots fire. Can he stay with us?' No, that won't do. What if I say he's a foreign exchange student? Yeah, that sounds good."

"Hi, my name's Potat." The cheerful boy spoke as he walked through the door. "Nick said I could stay here for a while."

"Ahh, you were supposed to stay outside!" Nick yelled as he looked back and forth between his dad and Potat. "I-I can explain, dad." Nick said as he hung his head low.

"I'm listening." His father responded as he got up from the table.

"Well, I met him on the way to basketball this afternoon and it turns out he's homeless so I offered him a place to stay for the time being." Nick rambled off, only stopping to breathe once he was finished.

"I see. So, Potat? That was your name right?" Mr. Rosum asked, receiving a nod back from the boy. "Do you have any nearby family? They might be worried for you."

"No, I don't have any family at all." Potat responded before running back to Nick. "But, Nick acts like a brother to me. He even fought some kid earlier."

Raising an eyebrow, Mr. Rosum stared at Nick before diverting his gaze back to Potat. "He did? That doesn't really sound like him. The only people he ever helps are his two brothers. You seem like a good enough kid. You can stay as long as you like."

"Hey, Nick, where are you off to?" Potat asked as he was awoken by the noise of Nick getting ready. "Wherever it is, can I come?"

The weekend passed by quickly as Nick spent all of his free time trying to discover the secrets hidden inside of the book. The by was now getting ready for school as he put on blue basketball shorts along with a black T-shirt and a gray sweatshirt. Nick tried to ignore him, but realized it would be better to tell him no. "I'm going to school, you can't come." He said coldly before slamming the door behind him.

"School?" Potat asked himself before getting out of bed. "I love school. I bet Nick will be really glad to see me there." The child said as he ran out the bedroom and followed Nick from a distance. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me walking in."

"Hmmm. This book is really strange." Nick thought as he flipped through it. "I can't read anything except for that one word. Fiore. I wonder if the book acts like a video game, you have to do certain things before unlocking the next level." He continued thinking until he realized what was happening. "Wait a second, why do I care about this book in the first place." He asked himself before closing it. "Hopefully I can find someone else to read this thing, and soon."

"What was that, Nick?" Sarah asked as she looked over at Nick's desk. She had on a long sleeved stripped shirt and a blue skirt along with brown cowboy boots. "What book are you having trouble with, maybe I can help?"

Nick mentally face palmed. "Damn it. I forgot all about class. I was so distracted by the book, I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me." He thought to himself as he tried to make up an excuse. "Um, well, you see. My brother found this very old book at a flea market and picked it up for me. He thought it would be fun to see me struggle trying to read it." He said while scratching the back of his head.

"Here, let me see." She said, trying to reach for the maroon book. "Wow, for an old book, it's in pretty good condition. Probably nicer than our textbooks." She joked before flipping through the pages. "I guess you're right. It is hard to read, even I haven't seen a language like this."

"Yeah, part of me thinks my brother is just pulling my leg." Nick remarked as he reached for the book. "I think he found it at some flea market like he says, but it probably isn't part of any known language. It is probably just one of those game books just coded."

"Hmm, now I'm curious about it." She remarked as she leaned back in her seat. "I wonder if my father has seen anything like it."

"Your father?" Nick asked, confused over how her father could help him out at all. "Could he really decipher the book? It's kind of important. I have a bet going with my brother to see how long it takes me."

"Yeah, he sees stuff like this all the time. He recently got a job at the Harvard Museum of Natural History. If something like that book has existed for years, he might have seen something similar." She said sighing before sitting back up. "After school we'll head over there."

"R-really? I can go by myself if you're busy." Nick said as he tried getting out of the situation.

Sarah lightly tapped his shoulder before laughing. "Oh no, I'm not getting left out on this. Now that I'm interested in finding out that language, I'll be helping you out. We're a team now, we help each other out, just like how a basketball team helps each other get better." She said, winking at Nick. "Meet me in front of the school at 2:00. We'll take the subway there."

"Uh, sure." Was all Nick could muster as he faced forward again and pretended to listen to the class. "Great, now there is no way I can get rid of this book now. Plus, other people are getting dragged into this mess. Next time I see, Potat, I'll give him a piece of my mind."

Unfortunately for Nick, the wait to see his new nuisance wouldn't be long. A loud knock came from the other side of the door. Before anyone could react, the door slowly opened to reveal a young boy on the outside.

"Excuse me, but a boy named Nick wouldn't be in here, would he?" The boy asked as he bowed to the teacher. "My name's Potat, I thought I'd surprise him."

"You've got to be kidding me! What's he doing here!?" Nick thought as he slouched deeper into his seat, hoping to hide his face.

"Psst, Nick, who's this kid? How does he know you?" Sarah asked as she leaned over towards Nick's desk. "I've never seen him around."

"Oh, he's a cousin of mine who lives far away. He's staying with my family for a short time." Nick responded before slouching even deeper. "He just doesn't realize that when I say 'stay home' I mean it."

"There he is!" Potat yelled before running over to Nick's seat. "Hi! I followed you to class today. I figured we could spend some time together before we work on figuring out my book."

"His book? I thought your brother found it?" Sarah asked as she gave Nick a questioning look.

"Well, Potat is like a brother to me, so I just call him my brother instead of a cousin." Nick quickly lied before facing Potat. "You can't come here! Go home!"

"Ahem." The teacher said, clearing her throat. "Nick, is this child related to you?"

"Y-yes, ma'am." Nick said as he felt his face start to heat up. "He'll be on his way home right now."

"There's no need. I would never make a young child walk home unattended. As long as he's quiet he can stay, but don't make this a habit." The teacher said before facing her whiteboard.

"Hi there. I'm Potat." The child said as he faced Sarah and extended a hand. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sarah. A classmate and friend of Nick's." She said before accepting Potat's outstretched hand. "So, that book Nick has belongs to you?"

"Yeah, that book is mine. Nick's helping me learn it, thought to be honest, he can't even read it." He responded, getting a giggle out of the girl. "So, Nick actually has friends? He seems too stuck up to have any."

"Yeah, he has a lot of them. Most of the school likes him. He just doesn't interact with us because he's a stick in the mud." She answered jokingly.

"I'm right here you know." Nick muttered as he faced down at his notes. "Potat, don't bother anyone, we have a test coming up and need to prepare."

"See, a stick in the mud." Sarah teased once again before looking at her notebook. "I think he should loosen up a little."

"Hey, hey, Nick, where are you heading off to?" Potat yelled as he chased Nick down the hall. "Slow down, I'm not as tall as you!"

Stopping on a dime, Potat ran right into Nick's legs before Nick crouched down to be eye level with the Mamodo. "I'm meeting Sarah at 2pm to try and figure out the book. You on the other hand will be heading home."

"Why can't I come? It is my book!" Potat asked before coming to a conclusion. "Is she your girlfriend? Is that why I can't come?"

Nick's face turned a deep shade of red once he heard the comment and began trying to calm himself down. "No. of course not." He replied calmly before picking Potat up by the back of his gi. "I just don't need you embarrassing me."

"Oh please, Nick, let me come. I promise I won't be a bother. It'll be like I'm not even there." Potat pleaded as they walked out the front doors. "Please! Please! Please!"

"For the last time, no! Now head home!" Nick cried out, catching the attention of Sarah.

"There you two are. I've been waiting." She said while standing up. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to make a lady wait?"

"S-sorry. Potat was giving me hard time about him heading home." Nick said, glaring at the boy once he said the last part.

"He can come along if he wants, it is his book. He should learn about it as well." She said, leading them towards the subway. "Hurry up, we need to get there before my dad leaves."

"Hehehe. Looks like I'm coming." Potat said as he stuck out his tongue. "Don't worry, I'll give you some space with your girlfriend."

Nick just shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked forward, doing his best to ignore the Mamodo. "For the last time, she isn't my girlfriend. She is a girl and she considers herself my friend, but she is not my girlfriend."

"Sure she isn't." Was Potat's response before sprinting after the blonde.

"The museum is only a short walk from here." Sarah explained as they left the subway. "We should be able to make it in about five minutes if we hurry."

"I never realized how far this place actually was." Nick panted as he tried to keep up with his classmate. "You know, it would be easier for me if you weren't riding on me!" He snapped before tossing Potat off of his back.

"Hey, what was that for!? I was very comfortable riding on your back." Potat cried out as he stood up. "Just because you're upset that I came along, don't take it out on me."

"My life was easy and normal before you came into it. Before, all I had to worry about was trying to not stand out." Nick said as the duo crossed the street and saw the museum. "Now, I'm being dragged into this war that'll ruin my life."

"How will this ruin your life?" Potat fired back as they made their way to the entrance. "It's not like your life is at risk."

"If you haven't noticed, I don't like being the center of attention. Now, we're dragging other people into this whole thing." Nick said, letting out a sigh. "Look, I'm just stressed out. Please, just don't do anything that will get us in trouble."

Potat mock saluted his partner before giving him a grin. "Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior. You won't even know I'm here."

"There you guys are!" Sarah yelled as she ran up to them. "I thought you two got lost when we left the subway. I was about to go back over that way, but here you are."

"Yeah, we got stuck at a few crosswalks and fell behind a little." Nick lied as the three of them walked into the building. "Wow, your dad really works here?"

"Yeah, he practically runs this whole place. He actually runs most of the museum." She said before flashing a badge to security.

The guards let Sarah through without any complaints, but stopped Nick and Potat before they could follow her. "No passes, no entry. You can buy them at the desk over there." A tall man stated as he pointed to the ticket desk.

"David, it's alright, they're my guests." Sarah stated as she flashed a smile at the security guard. "My father said they could come in."

"Y-yes Ms. Troy." The guard apologized before letting the two boys through. "I'm sorry for my rudeness. Please say hello to your father for me."

"Sure." Sarah said as she waved back to the two guards. "Let's see. It's 3:30 now. My dad gets off from work at 5:00. So we have some time to just look around."

"Sure, that sounds fine." Nick said as he followed the girl through the entrance. "Is there any certain exhibits you want to see?"

"No. I've seen them so often when I come and visit my father, that he actually has allowed me to work here in the summer." She said, grabbing three maps from the visitor center. "He asked if I wanted to do tour groups to make some easy money."

"Wow, you must really enjoy History to want to spend your whole summer here." Nick said, before being punched by Potat.

"Don't question what she likes. She's willing to help us." Potat hissed before acting like nothing happened.

Sarah laughed at the question as they walked into an exhibit about Asia. "Yeah, I've also had an interest in it. Learning about how far we've come as a race and just learning about the improvements and how people shaped our world into what it is today One day I plan to travel the world studying old ruins."

The three spent the day looking through each exhibit until they looked at the time. "Oh, it's already 4:45. We should head to my dad's office before he leaves. Come on." Sarah said as she started to sprint up a side set of stairs marked 'Employees only'.

The group had to run up three sets of stairs before coming to a hallway lined with doors. "So, do one of these rooms belong to your father?" Nick asked as he read the names off of each door.

"Yeah. He has his own office on this floor. The other rooms belong to some of the professors from Harvard." Sarah explained as she opened a door. "This is his office. He always comes here at 5:00, so we'll wait here until he shows up."

Minutes passed as they sat in the chairs that littered the office. Finally, a tall man walked in, surprised to see his daughter there. He had a gray suit coat with black dress pants on. His hair was smooth and combed back, showing his professionalism. Under his suit coat he had a white undershirt along with a blue tie.

"S-Sarah, what brings you here?" Dr. Troy asked before sitting down next to his daughter. "I wasn't expecting any company today."

"Hi, dad. I actually stopped by because my friend, Nick, here has a question about a book he has." She explained while pointing to the boy across the room. "Nick, get the book out."

"R-right!" Nick practically shouted as he was startled by the command. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out the maroon colored book and handed it over to Sarah's dad. "Dr. Troy, I haven't seen anything like it. Even Sarah couldn't read in school. We were wondering if you have ever seen text like this."

Looking through the book, Dr. Troy was startled by the text he saw written on the pages. He quickly closed the book before wiping the sweat from his brow. "I-I've actually seen something like this before. Back before I graduated from college, I was on an excavation for an internship. While out in South America, we found a strange tablet with the same writing on it. The villagers told us the tablet was cursed as they heard screams coming from it at night." He explained, stopping to take a sip of water. "Being a young man like myself, I didn't want to risk anything so I left the tablet there and never spoke of that experience to anyone."

"So, this language seems to be commonly found across the world if you found it inscribed in tablets." Nick reasoned as he was handed the book back.

"No. It doesn't seem too common. In fact, I recommend staying as far away from that book as you can." Dr. Troy reasoned before he started to pack his work bag. "I don't know how you acquired it, or how much you paid for it, but get rid of it immediately. Nothing good will possibly come from it."

"D-dad, are you sure about that?" Sarah asked as she stood up. "How can something that can't even be read dangerous?"

"It can be. Please, all three of you, stay away from that book." He said, standing up. "Sarah, I know you sometimes stay here after closing, I trust that you and your friends won't do anything wrong here."

"N-no, nothing will go wrong. I'll just show him the exhibits and then we'll leave." Sarah explained before hugging her father. "We won't be here much longer."

Once the door shut behind them, Potat sat up out of his chair and hit Nick over the head. "Why did you let him bad talk my book!? You know it isn't dangerous, you've read it before!" He yelled before hands clamped over his mouth.

"Keep it down!" Nick hissed, keeping his hands clamped over the Mamodo's mouth. "We don't need others to hear."

"Nick, did Potat just say you can read the book?" Sarah asked as she sat back down. "I thought you said you couldn't read it. You weren't lying, were you?"

"N-no, of course not." Nick quickly defended himself while waving his hands in front of his body. "I can only read one word out of the whole book."

"Oh, can you read it? I'm interested now." Sarah asked while jumping up. She went over to Nick's bag and pulled the book out. "Come on, just read the word. Pleaseeee."

Nick sighed, realizing that Potat got him into more trouble. "Fine, but we need a secluded space where nothing will get ruined."

"The basement should be fine. The museum doesn't keep anything valuable down there." She explained before pausing. "But, why does it matter where you read it?"

"Trust me, you won't want anything around us." Nick stated, sounding depressed when he answered. "Let's get this over with."

"So, we're here. Are you going to read that word or not?" Sarah impatiently asked as she walked around the empty room. "We have to start getting ready to leave."

"Alright, well, here goes nothing." Nick muttered as he opened the book. To his amazement, the book started to glow as he flipped through the pages. "FIORE!" He yelled with all his might.

Potat raised his hand out as a ball of fire started to form in it. He moved his hand to a corner of the room with nothing in it and shot the blast off with ease. "See, that's why the book is special." The boy cheerfully stated as he walked over to Sarah.

"I-I think I need to lay down for a minute." Sarah muttered out loud before collapsing onto her knees. "W-what did I just see?"

"It's a long story, but I think you want to know." Nick said, receiving a head nod from his classmate. "Okay, I didn't believe it when I first heard it, but I'm slowly getting used to it. This is why I want to translate the book, to give it to someone else." He stated before going into detail about the Mamodo and their battle to become King.

"David, I felt them. They slipped up again and they're nearby." Garbu said as he slid down the railing. "We should hurry before they're gone."

"Not now." David sternly replied as he cleaned off the grime left behind from his partner. "I told you, I don't get off of work until 7:00 pm. Once my shift is done, then we can hunt for your fellow Mamodo. I cannot risk losing my job."

"B-but, they are in the vicinity. I believe they are in the building as we speak." Garbu reasoned as he sensed for the Mamodo. "Please, we don't know if we'll ever get another chance like this one."

"I said no." David said, planting his feet in. He pulled Garbu's book out of the back of his jeans and tossed it back and forth in his hands. "I told you before, we're doing this my way from now on. Tell me where you sense the Mamodo. I'll go check on them and then we can track them after work."

Garbu smirked at this plan. "My, David, I never pictured you as someone who could think of a plan like this. I must applaud your effort. But please, hurry up, they are in the basement I believe." The mamodo stated before starting to clap.

"Keep your smart remarks to yourself, otherwise you won't be having anyone to talk to." The muscular man stated before storming off. "I am seriously growing tired of that troublesome kid. He has done nothing but be a pain in my ass."

"So, 100 Mamodo children are forced to fight every 1000 years to become king?" Sarah repeated, still unsure to believe it. "Wouldn't there be a better way to elect someone, but I'll be rooting for you Potat."

"Gee, thanks." He replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. "But, I don't want to become king. I have other plans."

Hearing this shocked the two teens as they had a perplexed look on their faces. "Uhh, Potat, if you don't want to win then why are you making me help you."

"Well, I was forced into this fight, even after I begged not to be chosen." Potat started to explain, losing his innocent look and instead holding a face that showed just how serious he was. "I plan on finding a Mamodo, one who is kind and just. One that I would be proud of making king and I will do everything in my power to make them king. All of this, so that we can have a better world."

"So, I have to fight... for someone else!?" Nick yelled out as they all heard the door open up. "Hello? Is someone there?"

Realizing that he had been caught, David slowly walked forward with his flashlight on. "I'm sorry, I heard some noises coming from down here and decided to check it out. I didn't mean to interrupt whatever you were doing with your friend Ms. Troy." David said as he started to back up slowly. "I'll leave you to your own business, but boy, I wouldn't try anything that her father would disapprove of. If you get what I mean." He teased before walking up the stairs.

Nick's face was a slight shade of red as he felt his face heat up. "What does he mean by that?"

Nick felt a slap to his shoulder and looked over, seeing that it belonged to Sarah. "Relax, he's just teasing around. That guy's like family to me, he's just looking out for me." She said before standing up. "But, I think it's time to go. We still have a train ride to catch."

"So, the Mamodo belongs to either my boss' daughter or that boy. But, who is it?" David asked himself as he walked back up the stairs. "Aw, well, at least we have an idea now."

"So, did you find them?" Garbu asked from the top of the stairs. "I hope you didn't mess up."

"Yeah, I found them. They've been at the museum the whole time," David replied as he gave a smirk to his partner. "And, I think I figured out a plan to get them."

"I know it isn't much, but, I figured after everything today, this was the least I could do." Nick rambled on as he pulled out three bags from a local hamburger shack. "I saw the place while we were heading back this way and figured it would be a good idea. Especially considering how late we'll get back."

"Thanks." The other two said as they reached for the bags. They both opened them, only for Potat to complain.

"What? These are only normal burgers." He cried out while lifting the bun and examining his food. "Where's all the toppings and why'd you only get me a small fry, but you two got mediums. It's not fair."

"Calm down. I don't know what you two liked so I got all plain burgers." Nick explained as he unwrapped his burger and bit into it. As he continued to eat, Nick noticed that Sarah was writing something down on a napkin. "Hey, Sarah, what exactly are you doing?"

"Well, take a look at it yourself." She teased, handing the napkin over to her classmate.

"Um, it's just some numbers written down." Nick answered, unsure of what was happening. "What's so special about that?"

Sarah closed her eyes and slowed her breathing before she tried to answer. "That's my phone number you idiot. This way, if either of us figure something out, we can get in touch." She said, smiling at the last part.

"Oh, okay." Nick responded as he shoved the number into his shorts' pocket. "I just figured after today, you wanted nothing to do with this book. Especially after what your dad said about it."

"No way." She said, slapping Nick on the shoulder. "I meant it before when I said it. The three of us are a team. We'll work together until Potat's dream is met."

"O-okay." Nick stuttered as a light blush started to form again.

Potat, being a little mischievous decided to have some fun at Nick's expense. "Hey, Nick, isn't this kind of like a date?" He asked before grinning at his partner.

Nick was in the middle of a bite when Potat said this and nearly choked as he started to cough like crazy once he heard Potat correctly. Once he was under control, he faced the Mamodo and swiftly hit him on the head. "Don't say things like that."

A/N: Chapter two is now completed. I know, two chapters in and still no first Mamodo battle. But don't worry, it will be coming soon. Honustly, I wasn't planning on including Sarah as important to the story, but I realized it could lead to good development for Nick.

Thank you for reading, please leave a review for the chapter.

Next time: Nick continues to search for any secrets about the book while Garbu and David finally launch their attack. Catching Nick by surprise, how will he get out of this rotten situation?