A/N: I am so mad because Microsoft is at it again and it will only give me half a screen to type on. So now I am with google docs, which is terribly slow. But its better than nothing! Here is chapter three. With that said, I don't own Cirque du Soleil's KA or any characters. ~Cristy.

Naomi.

"So, you've blown up houses before?" I ask. He gives a tricky smile."I think I will answer that when I find out how these braids got in my hair. Care to explain?" He talks to me like I am the child in trouble and he is the strict father. "Okay, now how did you know about that?"

"I couldn't sleep until the past ten minutes."

"Well again, good morning!" I say, cheerfully. As if on cue, a clap of thunder speaks after me. But I just keep smiling, and he eventually mirrors me.

"Okay, now what are we going to do now? Our fathers, warriors and everyone else are gone and its only all three of us." He said. And how am I supposed to know? I'm the one who ran into his room last night, going into hysterics. I pathetically raised my shoulders in confusion.

We went up the stairs into the main floor. And through a long hallway to the dining area. Even in an early stormy morning, the halls seem to be more eerie. Our footsteps were the only sound, and they echoed in front and behind us, making it seem like we were being followed. I couldn't stop looking behind me, or focusing my sight in front of me. However, Karasu seemed to be doing fine. Walking down these halls like he would any other day. In a way, I sort of felt insulted by it, because I feel like last night could've been the night of my last breath, and here he is with all these weapons so that he's prepared for basically anything at any time.

What am I saying, I should be thankful. If he wasn't an inventor, then I wouldn't know how I could live with myself. I just wish that he knew what he meant to me, if he doesn't know already, which I doubt.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks. It snaps me out of this train of thought, and I look at him, surprised.

"Oh, yeah. Just thinking."

"About. . ." Heh, Nosy.

"Uh, what I am going to eat. Without the cooks around, I wonder what there is to have." Yeah, nice save.

"Oh, that's easy! I'll cook for you!"

"You're kidding, right? It's just lucky that I spent the night next to you without being dragged into some crazy scheme that's not related to our current problem, involving explosions and bones!

"That all may be true about me, but I swear, I can cook as good as I can make a pretty fireworks display! Have some trust in me, will you?" I somewhat smiled at his childish begging. After about a minute of "please" and glares, I finally let him try to make something. He ran into the kitchen.

I heard a gasp from inside.

"Uh, Naomi, can you please come in?"

"Ugh, don't know where the bowls are, already?"

"No, I am not clowning around now. Please come in." Oh Quidam, what happened now? I quickly walked towards to door, unaware of what I have ahead of me. With a huff, I opened the door and gasped, just as he did.

It was like a tornado had hit this place. All cabinets were opened up and the bowls and plates and glasses were all laying on the floor, broken to bits. And the food from downstairs was up in the kitchen and sprawled out on the floor. The windows were all broken open, too. The very sight of it makes me think of two things: Whoever is doing this really wants to scare and provoke us. And I can just see our fathers' and the warriors' faces when they come back in six days.

"What? How could this all happen in a matter of hours? We could've heard this, the weapon room where we stayed last night is exactly right under this room! I just-I don't understand! Why is it us?" I was just completely befuddled of this. We were both up and awake throughout the whole night.

"This can't be serious. . ."

"Naomi, look!" said Karasu. He pointed to behind me. I turned around. There was a small scroll, tightly rolled up with a fishing string. We looked at each other, and he unraveled the scroll and read it out loud.

"Naomi and Karasu. You can't expect me to be gone out of the blue like that! You should've seen yourselves running like scared little children. By the end of this week, I challenge you both to a fight. What's the cost? I don't know, Death! Or how Naomi would put it, 'blowing up the house'. With a weeks time, I doubt you have anything planned to stop me from destroying you! The last day of this week. The common hall. 5:00 pm. don't miss it, or this whole house goes up in flames! ~T.B."

"What did we even do to get into this?" asks Karasu. I don't even know how to answer it. Then I think back to the air pressure thing last night.

"Karasu! Check your room! You said that he should've died right then and there. What if there's more than one person who's doing this?"

"You're right! Follow me!" he seems so enthusiastic about this, and he's not walking, or speed-walking. He's running. I try to catch up to him, but before I do, he just picks me up bridal-style and we go from there.

When we finally reach his room, he puts me down on my feet and he kicks the door open. And what's there to be seen truly nerves us both.

There's no one inside.

And now we have to fight this T.B.

Well this is a good morning, indeed. . .

A/N: Google couldn't reach my expectations of speed, so I went back to Microsoft. I'd rather work with a half-screen that actually works than a full-screen that saves the document every ten seconds. So, anyone recognize this "T.B" yet? Anyone notice that I am not good at evil love letters? ~Cristy.