"So, what did you think of school?" I asked Kylie.

"It was pretty good." She said, resting her head on my back. I have to admit, when Kylie grows too tall to carry her, I'll probably be depressed. I mean, if you carried around a one-hundred pound sibling you'd think it felt odd, but to me it feels odd not carrying her. Ever since she was old enough to put her arms around my neck I've carried her on my back.

"Who d'ya' thinks the coolest friend we got?" I asked.

"Soul."

"The weirdest?"

"Crona or Black Star."

I laughed. "Yeah. Do you think Crona's a girl, or a boy?"

"You can't tell either?" Kylie asked.

"Nope." I said. "I tried getting a reaction from calling her a 'she', but I didn't get one."

"Maybe they don't know either." Kylie said.

I chuckled. "Yeah. Maybe I'll ask. That Stein guy was creepy, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. Gave me the chills. What's for dinner?"

"Sesame Chicken, Lo Mein Noodles, and some other stuff." I said.

"Chinese food?" Kylie asked.

"You like Chinese, don't you?" I asked.

"We like the same foods, Rye." Kylie laughed. "Of course I do."

"Are you going to eat your vegetables?" I asked.

"Probably not." Kylie admitted.

"Fair enough." I shrugged.

On a building, over the heads of two unsuspecting young siblings, a witch stood, her feet bare.

"Their wavelengths are perfectly in tune." Medusa noted.

"Ribbit." Eruka said. "What should we do?"

"Watch them. Closely. If need be, Crona can spy on them. We could use them." Medusa said, the small workings of a villainous plot in her head.

"Ugh." I said, holding my stomach as Rye gave me a bit of medicine.

"Told ya' not to eat so much." Riley said. He had a weird way of talking (like saying 'you' as 'ya' and 'want to' as 'wanna.')

"Maybe you shouldn't cook so much." I said.

"Ya' weren't complaining while you were eating." Riley smiled. "Remember when I taught you how to eat with chopsticks?"

"Not really." I admitted.

"It was adorable. You were so tiny, and ya' left chopsticks in your mouth while I talked to you." Riley chuckled. "Ya' still do."

I yawned.

"Hm. It's been a big day. G'night Kylie." Riley said, pulling the covers up to my neck and kissing me on the top of the head (our relationship was somewhere between brother and father.)

"Good night Rye." I said.

Riley smiled as he gave me my teddy bear (I'm embarrassed that I still sleep with it) and turned the light off, keeping the door open a crack, just like we did back at home. No, this was home. Wherever Riley and I were was home.