This is the re-written version of chapter four. Anyway my beta reader at the time when I first posted this was Kayeluv and I still want to thank her for the time she put to make it readable.
Anyway again enjoy, I do this all for you guys, blah, blah, blah… so on and so fort. Enjoy or die!
Dan was pacing in his room trying to calm his breathing down. Yesterday he got an email from Wilson Weapons asking him if he could test their ninja artillery. Of course he answered yes and he was really hoping that he would be able to keep some of them.
The problem was he didn't have permission to go. Bracing himself for a scolding of a lifetime he headed to Nellie's room, praying for the odds to be in her favor. Not likely.
When he stood outside her bedroom door gathering all the courage and strength he could he couldn't help but fear for his life. Yes, Nellie was awesome, but she could be really frightening at times. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. Almost immediately the door flew open and he saw Nellie with her hair in all different directions and angles. She was wearing a tank top, shorts, and flip flops. She was probably taking a nap before he woke her up. I'm a dead man now.
What's up kiddo?" she asked. "Are you hungry or something?"
"No not really, um… Nellie I need to ask you something." Dan said trying to keep a straight face. Unfortunately, he wasn't succeeding.
"Shoot."
"You see, I got this message from Wilson Weapons saying that they needed my help testing their new ninja weaponry. And of course, I couldn't turn that down! They need my help! And plus it's ninja weaponry, NINJA WEAPONRY! Anyway the factory is in New York and I have to be there for at least a week, since the school is closed because of a gas leak caused by an unknown person." Namely him, he was hanging out with his friend Rick, in the basement. When, he accidentally broke a pipe while we were goofing around. So, it would take a week and a half for it to get fixed so school was canceled for a two weeks just to make sure everything was fine. The only bad thing that came out of it was that when school started for ten weeks they would have to go to school on a Saturday. Well, He thought. I should enjoy our short 'vacation' while I still have it. "So, when do we leave? Oh yeah, I almost forgot we got to be there by Saturday." He tried to sound as sweet as possible for the last part but even with that it didn't help. Maybe, it did a little but, he'll never know.
"Daniel Arthur Cahill! You accepted an invitation to test out weapons without my permission!"
"Not just any weapons! Ninja weapons!"
That didn't seem to help. Instead she gave him the scariest death glare he's ever seen. It was a worthy rival to Isabel Kabra's. "Did you ever think that it could be the Vespers who sent you that email?" she whispered furiously.
He winced at the thought of the Vespers, the family that was said to make Isabel Kabra look like Mother Teresa, even with that logic he didn't think that it was them. His ability to think logically was successfully clouded with the fact that he would be able to test ninja weaponry. "What if it isn't? What if they just really need my help?"
"Dan, what makes you think they need your help?"
"Because I'm the Ninja Lord, nobody can outsmart me in my turf." He said in the most mysterious voice he could.
She sighed like she was going to give up then said, "What about we talk to Fiske, about Wilson weapons and why on earth would they want your help." He nodded and they started to walk towards Fiske's office.
When they got there, they knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes then they heard Fiske's voice telling them to come in. When they entered he had a cheery expression on his face. "Dan, Nellie what brings you to my office?"
"What can you tell us about Wilson Weapons?" Nellie snapped.
"Wilson Weapons? Well, I know that one of the members of the Madrigal council owns the corporation. Why do you ask?"
"See, I told you they were cool!" Dan said to Nellie.
"Dan received an email from them saying they needed help with the testing of some weapons." she said completely ignoring his comment.
"I said, NINJA WEAPONS! Don't you people listen to me?"
"Well, that is strange I mean why would Arnold ask Dan to do anything?" Fiske wondered.
"Now that's just hurtful," Dan put his right hand against his chest. "Why can't you believe that someone just needs my help?" Fiske and Nellie both looked at him and raised their eyebrows.
"Do we actually need to answer that?" Nellie said crossing her arms.
He thought about it for a moment. "I guess not. Uncle Fiske can't you just check if this Arnold guy really needs my help?"
He put on his best puppy dog eyes trying to will Fiske into saying yes. "Fine, I'll call him and check if he really did send you that email."
Dan tackled him and gave him a hug, "Thank you, Uncle Fiske!"
He laughed, "You're welcome, Dan. Now can you please leave my office first I have a lot to do. I'll just call you after I talk to him."
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She did not expect it. She couldn't believe that she was such a fool for not thinking that this would happen. Well, I didn't fucking score Lucian in the Branch test, she thought. Since Madrigal DNA didn't contain any of the serum they took a test to see which of the four branches were they more alike. Why do they have the test? None of the Unfogivables were sure but they did have many theories.
With Iliana's ability to play any instrument and her talent in visual arts she scored Janus. She was also a great poet, even Isabella, who has always hated poetry, was moved by the messages Iliana's poems would convey. However, Ivy's skill in acting, dancing, and playing drums and Isabella's talent for singing and the piano surpassed Iliana's.
Ivy was a natural leader, a great strategist, and an expert in poisons and cures. There was no question that she was most alike the Lucians. Iliana was a better interrogator though and Isabella knew how to hack any system better than anyone else.
Iliana may have been faster than her and Ivy may have been better than her in fighting with pressure points but with strength, navigation skills, stubbornness, and the need to prove everyone wrong, Isabella was without a doubt most like a Tomas.
Though even if she didn't score Lucian, she should have been smart enough to have planned for the scenario. She graduated college at the age of seven in Medicine. She wasn't sure how she wasn't able to see it coming. Right there on the screen was the caller ID: Fiske Cahill Boston, USA.
Henevercalls, if it was Madrigal business he'd call Uncle Raphael (Ivy's dad) and then Uncle Raphael would call us. Hesitantly, she answered the phone. "He-Hello?" Did I just stutter? I can't believe I stuttered!
"Hello, may I please talk to Arnold Uy."
She was freaking out, she never was good under pressure. Calm down, just wing it like you always do.She thought to herself. "Yeah, um sure let me just call him. Dad!" Luckily her dad wasn't home. "Just wait please."
"Sure."
While she was 'waiting for her father', she readied her voice impersonation program. "Come on, where is it," she muttered softly to herself making sure no one could hear. There she found it. "Dad, phone for you!" she said in my real voice.
"Thank you Isabella," she said in my father's voice. "Hello?"
"Ah, Arnold how have you been?"
"I'm fine, still having a hard time controlling my wife though."
He laughed while Isabella rolled her eyes and pretended to laugh as well. Why do all men think that, that's so funny?"Well, that's good but I'm not calling you to talk about your wife. By any chance ask my grandnephew to help you test some of your weaponry?"
"Yes, I believe I have. Why do you ask?"
"You did? Why?"
Why, because my cousins and I have this matchmaker contest where we have to get our favorite pairings to fall in love with each other that's why."Because Fiske, the boy has done so much for us Madrigals so I wanted to do this for him as a gift."
"Then why didn't you do anything for Amy?"
Why can't you shut up you nosey old man?"Well, I don't know what I could do for Amy. I have no companies or corporations that may interest her. So I thought she might settle for making her brother happy for a gift." Wow, that has to be the worst lie ever told.
"Oh okay then, thank you for your time and please next time talk to me first."
"Yes of course, I'm sorry for my foolishness. I should have asked you first."
"It's alright no harm no foul. Goodbye then."
"Goodbye."
She hung up the phone and turned off the program. I have to be more careful next time. She thought as she lied down on her bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
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Natalie was in a very good mood today. She was wearing a muted purple printed dress, black embellished pumps, and a silver snake bracelet – all designer of course. She finally got invited to a Red Designs VIP fashion show. Only their most important clients get invited. Isabel always got invited but she never did. It was an invitation only show no plus ones allowed. So now she was skipping to father's office – well technically it was Ian's office now – to tell Ian the good news.
When she finally got to the door she didn't bother to knock, she just barged right in, still skipping.
"Natalie can't you knock?" Ian snapped and looking up from his computer screen.
"Sorry brother, but I have wonderful news!"
"So do I, my dear sister."
"You go first," they said in unison.
"No I insist you go first," they both said again, and started laughing.
"Seriously Natalie, you go first," Ian said between chuckles.
"Okay then. I have finally been invited to a Red Designs VIP fashion show!"
"That's wonderful but I think you'll find what I have to say a little bit better. I have a meeting with a buyer for one of our paintings this Sunday in The Grill. It isn't really my sort of restaurant but what are you going to do? The woman is American."
"That's brilliant! That's the third one this week! Who's the buyer?"
"A millionaire from Boston named Gillian Kingsley. Before you ask, the answer is a yes. I have already done a background check on her, she's legit."
"That's truly remarkable. They must think because of your age that you would be easy to bargain with," she said with a smirk. "They don't know how wrong they are."
They started to chuckle then Ian said, "Before I forget to ask you when are you going?"
"I have to be there by Saturday, so I'll leave tomorrow. I'll be staying there for a week because it's a weeklong fashion show."
"Okay then, are you packed?"
"I'll ask Elizabeth to do it right now," she said walking towards the door.
"I want you to be careful okay."
She looked at him; ever since the clue hunt ended they formed a bond which didn't exist before. "Of course, dear brother," she assured him then left.
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Ivy woke up with a scream.
Someone threw ice cold water at her. She wiped the water off of her eyes to see who threw it. Standing on the side of her bed in her hotel room in Boston was non-other than Mark Chase, the leader of the Dragon Masters team and her best friend.
His messy jet black hair, copper skin, and emerald green eyes made many girls swoon but she wasn't one of them. She couldn't deny that he was attractive but his personality was just too nice for her liking. He was wearing blue jeans, cup navy blue patent leather Prada sneakers, and a black round neck shirt that said: "My Best Friend Sucks" in white
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said with a smirk.
"Is Mark Chase smirking?" she asked in fake astonishment.
He started to laugh and said, "You know I'm not totally nice just mostly nice."
"Yeah sure let's pretend that I believe that. Nice shirt by the way."
"And accurate, I mean what kind of best friend blackmails you into doing what they want?"
"A smart one." she answered. She didn't really need him specifically for the plan but she only trusted him. She wasn't going to work with someone she didn't trust and if she needed to use blackmail for the help she needed then she would…
She was waiting for that idiot to answer. After three calls, he finally answered. "Hey Iv, sorry I wasn't able to answer your first two calls. I was taking a shower and unlike you I don't bring my phone wherever I go. I know it's because of your business calls but still."
"Marky, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Iv?"
"Out of all that you only react to the fact that I call you Iv? Anyway, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Marky?"
"I can't help it I'm used to it already."
"And I'm used to calling you Iv, so we're even."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes but the thing is you don't actually care about your nickname, at least not as much as you let other people believe. Anyway, I have a favor to ask you."
"The Ivy Eleni Dy-Andromeda has a favor to ask me? This should be good."
"Shut up and listen." She told him about the contest and it's rules, snapping at him whenever he questioned their maturity."So I need you to come here and help me with my plan."
"I don't know, I don't really like meddling with people's love lives. And plus, I really don't want to get in trouble."
"Stop being such a wimp."
"I'm not a wimp; I just don't like breaking the rules."
"Sometimes I wonder how I became best friends with someone as noble as you. Honestly, I don't think there's anything noble about me and yet you are just as noble as a bloody Gryffindor."
"We became best friends because are moms were best friends since high school. Then they met each other every day since you were born. I mean, being two years older than you of course it started when you were born but that's beside the point. Then because we saw each other every day we got so close we became friends. And let me remind you, you bloody Slytherin, that I am a Gryffindor."
"At least you don't have that do before think attitude that most Gryffindors have. If you don't cooperate I'm telling Auntie Alma what really happened to the thanksgiving turkey."
"You wouldn't."
"Don't forget who you're talking to."
"Fine, I'll see you soon," he said grimly.
"Can't wait," she said before she hung up the phone.
"Anyway," he said bringing her back to reality. "I'm not the only one with nice taste in clothing."
She was finally aware of her attire. She was wearing a silk sky blue top with black stitching with matching shorts. "Oh, shut up you pervert," she said playfully.
"Hey, I am not a pervert… just observant."
"Whatever, just hand me my robe and glasses." She didn't really need glasses anymore but got used to wearing them. She didn't like people asking questions about why she still liked wearing them so she pretends that she still needs them. Saying that she lost her glasses was always a good excuse so that she didn't have to go to any events she didn't want to.
"So what do I need to do for this plan of yours?" he asked while handing her, her robe and glasses.
She put on her glasses and stood up. As she slipped on her beautiful black colored silk with a simple sky blue floral pattern robe, she looked at Marky straight in the eyes, and smirked. "What I need you to do is befriend Ian Kabra."
There the fourth chapter is you enjoyed and that you review.
-Deserea