I know this is late, but don't try and kick my butt about it. Anyways, I own nothing but my own OC's.

Tuesday 10:36 A.M.

The coastal beach of LA was loosened very well with spring break pariers who had come two days before. Many were surfing, and wiping out badly, and the sun still shined despite a few clouds. A few younger kids played in the waves, a man with a bald head was getting buried by his teen, and the protectors of the city, the Author Fighters, were relaxing along with Metamorphosis, the heroes of Omnitown in Japan . . . well, most of them.

" I told you, it's not supposed to look like that!" Haru barked at King.

" How was I supposed to KNOW that then?!" King snapped back.

" Dude, everyone knows that," Haru sighed.

" Everyone who's a gay boy maybe. . ." King murmured.

" WHAT?!"

" Oh nothing, gayboy. . ."

" You've got something to say, say it to my face!"

" Oh ho ho, bring it, Gayboy!"

" It's already on!" Haru yelled and pounced in King.

The two started a large sanddust cloud fight. Haru and King swapped insults and fought back and forth. Janera, Goddess, Phoenix, and Mirasuka were in another area, watching roll by and fight. They all sighed as King got up and ran after Haru, who yelped like a scared puppy dog.

" That's so sad. . ." Phoenix laughed. " He ran off like a dog from being neutered."

Mirasuka had a downcasted look. " I know. . ."

" And WHY do you love him?!" Goddess flailed.

" I still ask myself that question. . ." Mirasuka said with a flatenned look.

" King's not really a trip to Cherry World either," Ookami said waving her hand.

" I know, but fighting over sand sculpture building?! So lame. . ." Phoenix said with a sigh.

The whole beach was dotted with either big, small, or medium sand sculptures of separate genres. Some were single people duties, others were in groups. The winner of the contest by the end of the day would bring home a large trophy, glory in the art style, and a mystery prize for the unknown theme for the next day.

A hint was that the prize varied for gender.

" This chocobo sculpture is gonna be awesome," Phoenix said grabbing a handfull of sand. " We just need to make it taller than that idiot of a King."

" Yeah, we're gonna need a ladder for that to happen," Mirasuka said leviating a few other sculpting tools over.

" How tall is he anyways?" Goddess asked looking back over. King was giving Haru a noogie and laughing along with him. " He's kinda cool like that."

" You're kidding, right?" Phoenix asked her annoyed.

Goddess sweatdropped. " Um . . ."

" He's already got a girlfriend, Goddess," Ookami said in her sing-song voice.

Goddess turned red and blasted out her temper. " I wasn't gonna ask that!! I don't wanna be his girlfriend! Heck, I don't even LIKE him!"

" That's not what you said before!" Mirasuka laughed.

Goddess steamed as Mira, Ookami, and her sister laughed like silly.

" It's not funny. . ." Goddess hissed. " This is bogus*. . ."

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11:37 A.M.

Nearby, Janera was sculpting the sand into a fine upward motion. She mounted the sand to her own heigth, then looked both way so no one was watching her. She smirked devilshly and started blowing flames from her mouth onto her sands. The flames licked the sides, making edges and shining it out. She stopped and stepped back to admire her works. She sighed contently.

It was an almost life size sanded copy of Megan Fox.

" I saw that!" a voice whispered harshly.

Janera felt a shiver go up her spine. She turned around and nearly paled. Behind her was Dawn.

" Dawn!" she freaked.

" You can't get away with using your powers here, Janera," she said. " I know you could try back at home with that, but not in this competition."

" It was just a spilt second," Janera said back to her. Her look was dirty. " Besides, I saw you working with Jiro." Dawn gasped. " I also saw the other materials you guys used besides the required stuffs."

She smirked evily at her, eyes narrowed, the smirk widening into a Cheshire Cat smile. Dawn growled at her. Something about her was making Dawn go wild with rage. She didn't know, but it was something. . .

" Tell no one about me using my firebreath, I say nothing about you and Jiro cheating either," Janera said putting a hand out. " Deal, Dawnie?"

' DAWNIE?! Oh, she's gonna get it. . .'

" Deal, Janie," Dawn said begrudgingly.

" Thanks," Janera said and scraped sand from her sculpture.

Dawn sighed and walked back over to her area. She growled and looked back at Janera, who was now reading a manga on the sands. She could feel the blood buring and boiling inside her eyes just from arguing with her.

" Hey Dawn," Jiro said as she came back over.

Jiro was lean, had darkened short hair, and wore trunks of red scales printed onto the fabric. He was the last of the Wolfens, (but more on that later. That's another story all its own.) He also happened to be Dawn's boyfriend. At the moment, Jiro was sculpting a large paw the length of his own hand outspread.

" Hey Jiro," Dawn said to him sadly.

" What's up?" he asked.

Dawn pointed over and fifteen feet away Janera was still reading the Death note manga.

" Oh, the Metagang's annoying Fire girl," Jiro said flatly. He turned back to Dawn. " Don't let her get to you, Dawn. She's younger, so it shouldn't effect-"

" Not that, Jiro," Dawn said. " It's like she can see right through me and into my brain. It's freaking me out and she's an instant cheater."

Jiro narrowed his eyes at Janera, who looked over and smirked. She closed the manga and sprung up like a gymnast would. She walked off to the west as Jiro looked back.

" Maybe she's rough around others as well," Jiro thought out loud.

Janera laughed and walked with a few other kids. One was a boy wearing a Full Metal Alchemist cloak and Col. Roy Mustang gloves, another kid wore an Ichigo Bankai robe, and the third girl wore a Lucky Star uniform. Janera laughed along with the Cloak Boy and the group walked back down the beach. Jiro and Dawn had speechless flat looks.

" Or she could be the biggest otaku in LA. . ." Jiro said plainly.

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12:09 A.M.

Kiva sighed and watched the competition. He looked down at his left arm, sideways to his body and against the building he was leaning on, where a dark black mark was made. It was in the shape of a circle, nothing more, with a triple dot in the center. That was his way of making sure that Kiva would fulfill his part of the bet tomorrow.

" Oh man I can't believe we both lost. . ." Kiva groaned.

" I don't wanna believe it either. . ." TL sighed, the same mark on his right arm. " Did King really have to MARK us?"

" Dude's not really trusting a lot of people ever since what happened a few months ago," Kiva said, then his eyes went wide. " I wasn't supposed to mention that . ."

" Forget it. I don't even know."

" I know, but still!"

" Is King this commanding usually?" TL asked as he looked over and saw Haru run past.

His blonde hair flew behind him as King ran after the wussy blondie.

" Get back here!" he yelled.

" Help me! Godzilla's gonna kill me like he did to King Cock-a-doo-dee KONG!" Haru yelled mockingly and angrily.

" DIE!" King jumped onto Haru and the two fought in the dust cloud again.

" I wouldn't say commanding," Kiva said annoyed. " I'd say that he's . . . highstrung."

" That's not highstrung, that's psychotic," TL said shaking as King pulled Haru back and the two fought again.

" That too, but to be honest, he doesn't really have a temper," Kiva said.

Haru shivered and pulled himself over to the two. " Help . . . . me . . . ."

King grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. " I'm NOT done with YOU man!!"

Haru shrieked as he was pulled back by King.

TL and Kiva cringed, ducked, and then ran off all together as King and Haru fought yet again. The sand scattered up, light beams were fired, and many vines were seen. All in all, someone was gonna die today, and neither one of them wanted to be in that coffin. TL and Kiva nearby panted and looked back at the rising dust clouds of sand.

" That is another reason why he's the team leader," Kiva said pointing with his thumb. " Dude can KILL!"

" There's no possible way to back out of a deal made with him, is there?" TL asked shaking.

" Not unless you'd want a free trip to the ER . . . and then the Torture realm. . ."

" Huh?"

" You do NOT wanna know, dude!"

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2:36 P.M.

Tanuki had a notepad out as she leaned against the side of the building. She wrote down even the smallest details about a middle aged man buried in the sand nearby. Her scythe was on her neck, like a smaller charm, which thank the Gord it was. (A/N: Chowder joke . . .) Her raven hair blew to the side and over as she saw the man begin to suffocate from the sand, but then spit it out.

" So close . . . " she said.

D-Dude walked over as he saw her just leaning there. He raised a brow and stepped over towards her.

" Tanuki, was it?" he asked her.

Tanuki faced him with a look of emotionless coldness, like a mirror but more unsuttle.

" Yeah, Tsuyoikaze."

Even her voice was cold and D-Dude could feel it despite the 90 degree weather. He shivered and then coughed.

" What element was your power?"

" Wind."

" Why are you alone?" D-Dude asked concerned.

Tanuki narrowed her eyes. " I'm not alone, pal."

" Let me rephrase that then. Why are you standing there?" D-Dude sighed.

" Waiting. . . "

" For what?"

The middle aged man in the sands choked, gagged, and then stopped moving and as Tanuki smirked and unclipped the scythe pendant from her necklace. She tapped it twice then the scythe pendant grew into a large scythe. She smirked and she walked over to the dead man leaving D-Dude standing there agape.

" For that."

D-Dude closed his eyes and shook his head. " Wow . . . did not see that coming . . . I'll just . . . see you . . . at the . . . sand . . . castle . . . judging . . . then . . okay bye!"

As he walked off, D-Dude shivered and paled. " Man she is one scary kid!"

Tanuki sighed as she watched him walk off. " Man I hate it when people prejudge me . . ."

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3:30 P.M.

Dairo meanwhile was out on the water on his back, swimming lightly. He sighed as the sun beneath his closed eyes still shined. He dove under and reopened his eyes. Underneath his saw a familiar person: X Prodigy. He just blinked.

" You're X, aren't you?" he asked in his Southern bur.

X pointed upward.

Dairo looked around and said, " Sorry, I've actually got gills that work like this. One sec, dude."

He resurfaced along with X, who coughed.

" How the hell did you talk and breath underwater?" X asked him.

" I've got gills, dude, I've got gills. They only come into use underwatah of course. Why are ya around here when the sandcastlecontest is onshore?" Dairo asked the half Hollow.

" Long list of reasons, besides the fact a few crazy fangirls wanted to use me as a model for some Greek lookalike sand sculpture. . ." X groaned.

" Ouch man . . ." Dairo said.

X then felt something dong on him.

" By the way, why are YOU out here and not on shore?"

" Becuase man, I'm the Water Sorcerer, I need to be in tuned with my element of water," Dairo said seriously.

X remained unphased behind his mask.

Dairo sighed. " Fine, I also like lookin' at the hot chicks comin' in the watah. Happy now?"

X sweatdropped. " Sort of. . . are you always a pervert?"

A vein pulsed in Dairp's forehead. " That's a really harsh word dude . . . I prefer to think of it as being a ladies man."

" You're admitting you're a pervert then. . . "

" So?"

X sighed and said " Maybe being underwater isn't a bad thing after all. . ."

Dairo, redeyed and steamed, took a deep breath before diving back underneath the water. It was obvious he wasn't all too happy with his idol at the sighed under the water and swam off.

' Hope I don't cause a ripple effect again in the waves. . .'

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5:00 P.M.

It was already the more after of the afternoon as the judges started their rounds on the judgings. The sculptures were all precise and finished: a large chocobo, a male-like Adonis, a shell, a large lung dragon that was beginning to fall apart, an Agumon, a large sandcastle, and a castle in a mountain's top . . . except for one will shall be remaining namelessly in the sands amongst debrees from fighting, and the sculpters were all enjoying each other's company. They were also partaking in cupcakes and drinks provided by a nearby bakery for the contest.

" I hope our hard work comes with that prize," Ookami said.

" Take it easy, Ookami," Mirasuka said biting a second cupcake. " I can read their minds."

" And?" Phoenix asked drinking a soda.

" We're second place. . ."

" To who?!" Phoenix demanded.

" Well, I their thoughts are jumbled right now. They'll annouce in a second," Mirasuka said.

She finshed the cupcake with ease as Phoenix beginning to steam and as Goddess watched King tease Haru from afar. Ookami sighed and tapped Mirasuka's shoulder before she grabbed a third chocolate cupcake.

" Two limit, remember?" she said.

Mirasuka slowy drew back and laughed nervously. " Thanks. . ."

" Why a two limit?" Phoenix asked her.

" Um, self-conscience."

" That figures."

Meanwhile, Rook was smirking at the Metagang from afar this time. His smirk was evil, dastardly. Wandrex came over eating a cupcake and raised a brow at the now oddlooking man.

" Why are you smiling like that man?" Wandrex asked, then had a thought. " Does it involve the Metagang?"

" Oh yeah it does," Rook laughed low and evily. " I put something . . . extra, into their cupcakes that will leave them . . . incapasitated."

Wandrex stopped eating and looked over at the Metagang as a few ran off towards the bathrooms covering their mouths. Dairo and Haru were the firsts to run, then Kiva, Banjomaru, Tanuki, who dropped her drink and turned green, and then Janera. Mirasuka burped and covered her mouth.

" I'm gonna lose it!" she gulped and ran down the beach to the bathrooms. Ookami followed.

Rook and Wandrex laughed at the kids making fools of themselves, but their laughter stopped short as they saw Scorpion and King drinking sodas, perfectly fine.

" What gives?!" Rook said. He walked over and looked King up in his eyes. " Why aren't you two barfing like mad?!"

King glared down at him. " One, we smelled the epicac. And two? We can't eat chocolate."

" Yeah, last time I ate it, I thought that I was Mr. Peanut!" Scorpion said finishing a sip of his soda.

" I didn't eat mine either, Rook," Kitten said drinking water.

Rook thought for a moment, then gulped and shivered. " What did you two do with your cupcakes then?"

Just as he had asked, Nukid nearby gagged and threw up on the beach, everyone laughing. Goddess biting out of the cupcake threw it back up. She coughed and ran to the bathrooms. Wandrex, sure enough gagged and threw up a small amount on the shore before running to the bathrooms. Rook felt a thousand eyes on him from his prank. He slapped his forehead in frustration.

" I am so dead . . ." he groaned.

TL watched from the other ends of the table and laughed a bit. " Kiva and I may be revealing something tomorrow, but at least it won't be that!"

Phoenix sighed and said " Never accept a gift from a guy like King, Goddess. . ."

Nearby, the chocobo had a first place ribbon pinned to it.

No surfer Lingo.

Looks like Rook's in for a world of hurt after that! Up next: The Wednesday LoveFest! Everyone's got someone, right? What could possibly go wrong?