This story is a follow-up from the last one, but it takes place during Force, as opposed to Boyfriend occurring a little before it. Hope you enjoy.

Also, I'm unhappy to report this is the last Short I have completed. I have at least three more ideas at current, and I'm also still working on my other stories. Any of my work can be seen ahead of time at thefanfictionforum dot net. Feel free to join.

The overhead lights of the spacious-looking yet sterile-feeling interrogation room of the rehabilitation facility hummed with life with nary a flicker. A pair of guards flanked the only door in, and two figures sat on opposite ends of the stainless steel table, one of them clad in white scrubs and his feet propped up on the table, a candy bar in hand. The sight was quite familiar to him, but unlike last time, the Zero boy wasn't around, nor was there a bomb in his neck waiting to go off.

It was hardly a secret that the Time-Space Administration Bureau treated any prisoners and detained suspects well. They weren't mistreated, they were fed regularly, they were given medical attention when in need, and if they proved cooperative, their rehabilitation centers were rather pleasant to stay at. Still, this wasn't a pleasure that Kurt Grendel had ever expected to have been granted when he was under the watchful eyes of Special Duty Section Six. Nor was he even aware that he had been granted the privilege of having visitors.

Though given the furious expression plastered on the face of his current visitor, the Eclipse infectee wasn't sure he wanted any more visitors.

Despite being dressed in the Saint Hilde's Magic School's distinctive green and white Second Year uniform, her long golden hair done up on the sides with dark blue ribbons, her mismatched red and green eyes full of anger and lips soured by a pout, Vivio Takamachi folded her arms beneath her breasts and looked every bit her heritage and station as the Sankt Kaiser of the Belkan Empire.

Kurt knew that the girls agreed that having the Ace of Aces herself as their watchdog was bad enough. Privately, though, he thought that her daughter—his ex-girlfriend, mind you—was worse. Especially since the irate empress was the Ace of Aces' daughter, and her mother had little reason to like him already, as had been made painfully clear. Vivio Takamachi and Kurt Grendel hadn't parted on the best of terms.

"Nanoha-mama was right. I should've known I'd find you in jail one of these days," the girl said venomously. Oh yeah. She was pissed. "It's a wonder that you managed this long before they threw you in the slammer."

Kurt smiled at her barb, showing off a shark-like grin. He gestured with his snack as he replied. "I'd've thought you'd be impressed! Look at what it took for them to bring me in in the first place! Legendary heroes, all for little ol' me."

Vivio's eyes narrowed dangerously at his sarcastic slight against her mother, and Kurt wondered if he'd crossed a line—she might not look it, and he still had the Eclipse, treated or not, but he knew from experience that Vivio was a force to be reckoned with. "I see you're still a jerk," she growled.

Despite his misgivings, the gang leader snorted. "Hey now, I've always been like this. I certainly didn't hear you complaining of my charming personality back when we were dating," he told her, jabbing the partially-eaten candy bar at her before taking another bite.

She bristled in response. "Like hell you were!" she yelled. Her hands slammed down on the table, causing the guards by the doors to give a start and make a move towards her; the glare she sent their way rooted them to the spot. Her glare whipped right back to Kurt and she snarled, stalking over to his corner of the table. "You used to be nice! You might've looked mean but you certainly weren't an asshole like so many other guys! Then you got mean and you got into those fights, you and… and those girls—" Kurt knew then that his ex was still sore about Mariya—"and now you're here in prison! Why the hell do you think I dumped your sorry ass!?"

Kurt grimaced and swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, then shook his head. "Why are you here, Vi?" he asked, using their old pet name for her.

Vivio's shoulders slumped and she looked away, easily wrecking her so-called "Kaiser" stance. "Why do you think?" she asked, not meeting his eyes. Her voice was softer, the anger dying down. "We might not be together now but I heard what happened. It doesn't mean I can't worry about you." She'd heard about his being infected with a dangerous virus, him and his three female friends. Nanoha and Thoma had explained the details to her. "I just thought… I thought that maybe I could try and get you to help mama and the others with this case."

He frowned. "I'm not that nice of a guy, Vi," he told her, but she shook her head and met his gaze again.

"I know better than that, Kurt," she said. "Remember that night we spent? Together?"

Hell, she just had to bring that up. He twirled what was left of his snack in his hand while the memories of the two of them lying in bed came back at her mention.

"The Grendel Family's Dream Road you told me about sounded wonderful," Vivio said. She shook her head briefly and looked at him, her mismatched eyes full of pity and concern. "But you'll never be able to achieve it like this. It's just going to get you killed. I… I don't want that, Kurt."

Dammit, but that face of hers could be endearing. The family head distracted himself, looking off to the side with one eye as he peeled back the wrapper in his hands further. He didn't take a bite. "I don't know what you're trying to convince me of, babe," he told her. "I already did my part and look what it got me."

He gestured to the patch on the side of his neck. Vivio frowned, and raised a hand up to it, but didn't touch it. "Does it hurt…?"

Kurt's grin widened. "'bout as much as what your lunatic mom did to me when she found out 'bout what I did to you."

Vivio's blush was a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and she snatched her hand away and gave him a glare that he met easily. Before she could reply, one of the guards interrupted.

"Visiting hours are up, ma'am," he said. "We have to take the patient back."

She gave them a glance, not liking the interruption, but she sighed and nodded, just as Kurt thought she would. Vivio was a good girl like that, whatever her mother raged when they were dating.

"Good talk, Vi. Better luck next time, though."

He was completely disarmed by her next action, though. Vivio smiled, and pressed her lips against his cheek for a second before walking towards the door. "You're a better guy than you let on, Kurt. You're not quite the dumbass that… that woman, "—she really was ticked about Mariya, wasn't she? Has to be the hair—"says you are."

She stopped at the opened door and looked back. "See ya around, Kurt."

He didn't return the farewell, and only frowned when the door closed. "Whatever."

I'm in a private room, alright? Mariya's voice called.

We're out of sight and okay too~. was Lolo's call.

"Okay, okay!" Kurt cheerfully replied, sitting astride a toilet in the maritime protection facility, his foot making little circles. "Well, this'll be my first time displaying my ability to Mariya and Quinn."

It was time to blow this joint. He gave the Bureau his cooperation and told them who gave them their gear. He'd done his good deed for the day. Vivio'd be pissed, though. Kurt still wasn't sure what she was trying to get at.

"You're a better guy than you let on, Kurt."

He shook his head. Ah, well. Maybe he could make it up to her later or something. Assuming her mom didn't blow him up on sight. He spread his hands out and closed his eyes, and accessed his power.

"Here we go. The World is in My Hands."

He held his arms out expectantly and was rewarded as four naked girls materialized before him with a collective yelp, and Mariya fell right into his lap, Lolo at his shoulder, and Quinn at his feet. As the violet-haired woman cradled in his arms sputtered in indignation, he could only laugh. "Hah hah hah! This is my hyper power!" he declared.

Lolo blushed and brought her hands to her cheeks behind him. "This is the evolution of the head's ability to "send for things," she described to her fellow girls. "I was a little worried if we'd—"

"Oi. Who's the brat?" Quinn interrupted from Kurt's knee. Suddenly, the boy froze.

He heard four girls yelp when he used his power, but he only meant to bring Mariya, Quinn, and Lolo. So who…?

Oh.

Oh hell.

He had his suspicions, of course, and he even knew what was wrong. His ability, Import, has conditions attached to it.

The targets had to be on the same dimensional plane as him, and it'd only been an hour or two since his visit.

The targets must be at rest, wherever they are. Say, a car parked at a traffic light, waiting for the light to turn green.

And the targets must unquestionably be his possessions. Stolen goods were considered his when they were brought back to their base, and of course, there was one little lady who'd made a surprise visit one night…

He glanced down and saw his suspicions confirmed. Kneeling on the chilly linoleum floor, missing all of her clothes as she hugged her arms around herself… was Vivio Takamachi. Mismatched eyes shot up to where he sat on the porcelain throne, Mariya still sitting on his lap naked. And they filled with rage.

Uh oh. He knew that look. The Sankt Kaiser was coming out to smite the unworthy. Unceremoniously, Kurt dumped Mariya to the floor and shot forward, darting past Vivio. If he was fast enough, he could—

His run came to an abrupt halt as a hand grabbed him by the head, fingers that were far too strong pulling at his silvery locks of hair and nearly lifting him off the floor.

"Whoa. Was she always that tall?" he heard Quinn mutter to the other girls.

"Oh, my. Her ponytail's just like yours, Mariya! Longer, though."

"What the hell? Is she stalking me or something? Stupid brat."

Kurt swallowed nervously and risked a look back. Oh yeah. He was certainly in trouble now, as he took in the magnificent nude form of Vivio's adult mode. Her eyes were hidden from him, underneath those golden bangs of hers.

"I… I uh… I can see everything, y'know?" he called back. "Aren't you worried 'bout that, Vi?"

"It's fine," she said. Her hand squeezed down painfully, and it was a wonder that he didn't hear his skull crack. "Being seen now doesn't make any difference."

Her free hand lifted up, and clenched into a fist.

"That's because… there's only one thing on my mind. And that's to kill you, Kurt."

Iridescent light erupted throughout the room and around her fist. In the ensuing explosion, the voices of three women could be heard.

"Dumbass."

"Dumbass."

"Such a dumbass."