Destiny's Herione: Woooooow, I had lot's of fun reading your review! Thanks! To give you an honest excuse for the punctuational errors…cough Whenever I type 'em out, they like, disappear after they're set to the public. . Pisses me off, but…werf. I'm glad you like the RRBZ, if you wait for the sequel, then you'll get a little more understanding of the RRBZ.

Seperation of scenes…. I usually do this + To separate things, but as I said with the punctuation…kerPLOWATOMICBOMBSTYLE So yeah. Sorry about that, I'm a lazy authoress. I tried to fix it with my comments on 6, but it didn't work out the way I hoped it would….

So, I hope the reply to that comment shows you all: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE NOW MET THE LAZIEST AUTHORESS IN THE WOOOOORLD. Shot

As for who I'm referring to by Mr. Wonderful… cough Again, to be honest…..I haven't the slightest idea. shot I'm terrible, I know. XDD The title just came to me, and since I'm terrible with title's, I just sorta…applied it. At first I decided that it would be all three of the RowdyRuff Boys Z as Mr. Wonderful, but now I'm kinda. –indecisive-.

CoughHackChokeDie: 8O Glad you liked it, but might I ask, who are you on To The Z? The exclamation point is always there Destiny's Herione. No nitpicking about it! XDD

POV'S: Since a lot of people ask me about my POV's, not just here at but at To the Z as well, I have to apologize now.

GOMEN!

Because, USUALLY there are puncutation seperating the POV's…. So, I'm sorry. My style is, first, I may be in Momoko's POV, then, when I can no longer do anything useful with her POV, I change to someone else's POV. With puncuation seperations of course, but when I can't use anybody's POV's effectively, I change to all three. So, because this story is already finished, and I'm just too lazy to put up the rest all at once, which I hope I can do now, I ask you to beaaaar with me. I know it's confusing, I'll try to edit the documents and stuff in the puncuation there. Again, sorry! . But I can't do anything about the POV's unless I change the entire story, including the sequel.

Seki, Asuma, and Okuda: Sorry about our lame creator, she's got issues…points up Up there you know?

Me: Werg! loads bazooka and points at RRBZ

Me: different time space WTF IS WITH THIS CONSPIRACY AGAINST PUNCTUATION! (I hope the 3's make it better)

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It was finally Saturday, but for Momoko, instead of going out on a date with Asuma, she was sitting next to Kaoru, who was breathing steadily in the hospital. She'd awoken earlier this morning, but she'd refused to tell anyone what happened, or who did it to her.

Everytime they asked, she closed her eyes and told them that she wanted to sleep.

The moment Momoko had found the perfect outfit, Asuma called to cancel their date, and at first, she was so disappointed she was about to hang up, but then he told her that Kaoru had just fallen off the roof of a sky scraper, so he would feel weird if Momoko was with him instead of Kaoru. She had felt so grateful that he would be so thoughtful, she was ready to really ask him to go with her on a REAL date, but then it sunk in.

A sky scraper was really tall. She had forgotten about asking him, hung up, and ran.

At first, she didn't know where she was going. Momoko just knew that she was going to find Kaoru, and Miyako. She forgot about the matchmaking, forgot about the date, and forgot that her legs ached from running across Tokyo City.

"Ohhh, my head hurts like fuc-" Kaoru moaned lifting her head slightly, but she was interuppted when she noticed Momoko, "Noooo!" She groaned, letting her head fall back onto the pillow, "No more questions! I'm not tired anymore!"

"Which means you can't avoid them!" Momoko scolded, "Why won't you tell us!"

"Because I don't want to admit it to myself." She replied. That was what she'd told everyone the past few times they'd asked her that. Who's they? Well, of course Miyako had rushed over as well, and then there were the police and doctors too. Miyako had even beaten Momoko to the hospital, having ridden with Seki.

Seki was gone. Asuma was gone. Okuda was gone. They'd all come to visit…once. After Kaoru asked to talk with Okuda alone, Momoko and Miyako suddenly remembered that he could do something bad to her, as a RowdyRuff Boy. But when he left the room, Kaoru was much less crabby when her two friends rushed back inside.

They hadn't come at all since then, and it was almost dinner time.

But, one couldn't expect too much from a RowdyRuff Boy

"Well, let's eat!" Momoko said, grinning. The duo had made some eel and egg for Kaoru, meatballs for Miyako, and Mr. Octopus Weiners for Momoko. They were all so stressed out, that they had decided to treat themselves.

Kaoru was done within 10 minutes, and went back to sleep. The doctor's had said that Kaoru had pulled a muscle in her left shoulder, had a cracked, but not broken, knee cap, and a whole lot of bruises. Including one on her stomach. You had to wonder how you got a bruise on your stomach, but the doctor explained that it was when someone hit you really hard on your midsection.

"Miyako…" Momoko muttered, putting down her chopsticks, "Who do you think did this?"

Miyako blinked and said, "I think Mojo did it. That's why she's too embarrassed to tell us."

"So, then, why didn't we know? Why didn't Kaoru transform?" Momoko asked annoyed that something like this could still happen after becoming heroines.

Miyako smiled and said, "We can't transform when we want to, remember? Mojo must've attacked her just to attack her, so nobody noticed, especially if they were on the roof of a sky scraper! Who goes to places like that?"

Kaoru's face became distorted as she tried to turn over, but the straps keeping her from shifting prevented that.

"She's having a nightmare?" Momoko asked.

"Maybe…" Miyako mumbled.

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"You want to talk me alone?" He scoffed, "You really don't take a hint do you?"

"So, you didn't kill me after all." I mumbled, ignoring his implication, looking toward the other side of the hospital room.

"There was no reason to." Okuda replied, sitting down on the edge of my bed, "So, why didn't you rat on me? You know Asuma's ticked that something could've jeopordized that matchmaking thing. You could've gotten back at me. Why didn't you?"

"There's no reason too." I replied, turning my head back toward him and smirking.

He blinked and glanced at the door, and for a second, I thought he was going to attack me again, but he simply stood up, saying, "You're…not mad at me?"

There was a rather dragged out silence before I shrugged and flinched.

"Nice." He turned around to face me, trying not to laugh. I glared at him and sighed.

I stared at the ceiling and said, "Of course I'm mad at you. You almost killed me you idiot."

An arrow fell from where I was staring and shot itself through Okuda, who's expression looked like he just got slapped by a girl he shouldn't have gotten slapped by, the words, 'idiot' spelled out on the green arrow. Or maybe it was my imagination, but it made me laugh.

"But even if I'm mad at you, you were just doing what you had to do. We're both the only one's who remember what happens when a villian and a heroine coexist, and you just reminded everyone about that…at my personal cost of course, but still. It'll be worth it if we're not stuck hanging out with you guys anymore."

"I'm flattered." Okuda smirked, throwing himself into the chair that Momoko was always sitting in. Spinning around slowly, he said, "Well, at least we're the only sane one's left. Asuma's goin' out with Momoko, Miyako and Seki are nearly there, but we still hate each other."

"Yeah, thank god." I rolled my eyes, "I hate all that mushy lovey dovey crap."

Okuda pulled at his black and white checked wrist band. He was wearing what he wore yesterday, and it unnerved me, but I kept quiet.

Sighing, he said, "At any rate, sorry about how far it went. I really wasn't planning on having it go as far as it did."

"No that's okay. If it didn't go that far, I wouldn't be here making Momoko and Miyako worry that you're somehow beating me up really quietly. And they wouldn't be hanging out at the door, trying to hear what we're saying."

Okuda put a hand on the back of his head in a rather embarrassed way and muttered, "So, you're not gonna tell anyone right? That I did it?"

"Of course I am."

Another arrow, written on it this time was, 'LOSE'.

"Not soon. Maybe after we kill you, or when I'm dying, but otherwise I don't really think anyone needs to know." I said, and Okuda nodded, standing up and shoving his hands into his baggy dirt colored cargo pants' pockets.

"Soo…" He started, "Is that it?"

I nodded.

"Kay, well, I'll see you some other time then." I remembered something the minute he put his hand on the doorknob, and I asked him to wait.

He turned around with a curious expression, and I stared up at the ceiling, doubt crossing my face as I asked, "You caught me. Didn't you?"

Okuda raised and eyebrow and smirked at me, sticking his tongue out and closing one eye, he said in an extremely fake, extremely nasal voice, "Of course I did!" Returning to his normal face and expression, he added, "If I didn't, then you wouldn't exactly be talking to me, now would you?"

"Why?" I asked him, confused, after he opened the door, a satisfied expression on his face as Momoko and Miyako pushed him aside, rushing back to my side…well, only Momoko did the pushing.

My eyes snapped open and I heard the spinning chair Momoko always sat in squeaking as it spun, and Okuda rolled his eyes, "You sleep like a rock." Glancing over at him, I saw that he had a grocery store brand air horn in his hand.

Sweatdropping with an indignant expression, I snapped, "You didn't really use that!"

"Hm," Okuda glanced at the air horn with a look that made me think he was surprised to see he even had that in his hand, but then, "No, I didn't really use it."

If I wasn't on a bed, I swear I would've fallen over.

"Momoko and Asuma are on their…" He pinched his nose with his fingers, and out came the nasal voice again, "Daaaate," And back to his regular voice, "And Miyako is getting us lunch. Seki, should be back any second now."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's getting a bottle of water." Okuda said, putting the air horn back on my nightstand and flipping open his gameboy, "I knew you'd wake up sometime soon, so I decided to freak you out. But for the record, it's Sunday."

"What!" I almost sat up. Almost. I flinched visibly, froze, and fell back onto the bed, "Damn you." I muttered.

He smirked and said, "Yoooou're very welcome!"

"Hey you Okuda, has Asuma texted you about the date yet?" Seki asked, opening the door with an annoyed expression.

Okuda forgot about his game and said, "No…."

"Why me?" Seki asked nobody in particular, a book in one hand and an unopened bottle of water in the other. Walking over to the couch where most of my visitor's hung out (mainly my brothers,) he took a glance at his cell phone and nodded, "Just as I expected. 3 new messages. Why is Asuma asking me?"

Okuda raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why isn't he asking me?"

I couldn't help but snort, and Okuda glared evenly at me. Prodding further, I said, "I would hate to see the results of you giving advice on going on a date. You can hardly say what on your mind without beating someone up first, how are you gonna-"

"Lunchtime!" Miyako's chirpy voice came. A man behind her held 4 bento boxes, and Miyako continued, "I didn't know what you two liked to eat, so I took a wild guess."

Okuda and Seki both sweatdropped, staring at a cheerful Miyako like she was going insane.

I joined them.

"Here's your eel and egg Kaoru!" Miyako said, handing me a green bento box with…a…Bunny-Bunny on the top!

Okuda made a face when Miyako said 'eel and egg', but I quickly silenced him with a glare.

"Here's yours Okuda," She handed Okuda a brown bento box with something I couldn't see, even when I was propped up on my pillow, but judging from Okuda's expression, it was probably a Bunny-Bunny character.

"Seki, this is yours, and finally, mine!" Miyako plopped down on the arm chair that faced the door, adjacent to the couch, and in front of my line of view- from the bed, "Meatballs!" Miyako clasped her hands together and held them to her face, her cheeks glowing with happiness. I sweatdropped, and wondered how, after eating those things a lot recently, she could still be so excited when she ate them.

Okuda opened his bento box, and moved the lid as far away as he could make it go, before his sweatdrop fell further.

"Dumplings?" He asked.

"Everybody loves dumplings!" Miyako reasoned.

Seki opened his, and the same happened, when he asked, "Is this…Onigiri?"

"Uh-huh!" Miyako said, "My grandma made it herself!" A meatball disappeared in her mouth, and I started to eat my eel and eggs. I'd asked to not have it too often, so that it would continue to be my favorite food. But I paused, as did Miyako, when I noticed the way Seki was eating his Onigiri.

"You…can eat with your hands you know." I said, my mouth half full of eel and egg.

Okuda scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Seki don't eat nuthin' with his hands. Not even chips, though, he doesn't really eat chips…."

Eating miniscule portions of the Onigiri by using his chopsticks, he took little portions of rice, little portions of the sake inside, and once he'd finished all of that, he ate the nori plain. I was so amazed by his vain ways of eating, that I almost forgot to eat myself.

Afterwards, I went back to sleep, listening to the sounds of Miyako taking a nap on the couch, Seki, having traded place with her, turning the pages of his book, and Okuda playing that annoying gameboy. It was almost 3 hours later before Momoko skipped inside, waking me up, but before she could wake up Miyako with her crazy noise, Asuma pushed the back of her head, shutting her up.

"It was so much fun!" Momoko whispered, "We went to the park and ate lunch first, then Asuma finally told me that we could go to the mall- that is, if he didn't have to carry my stuff, which I thought was a little unchivalrous of him, but I got a really cute outfit, but Asuma gives kind of bad opinions, but anyway, then, we went to the-"

Sighing, Asuma sat down on the arm rest of Seki's chair, having nowhere else to sit as he hissed, "I don't want a recap."

Okuda snickered, and Asuma shot him a death glare, saying, "Last date I ever go on."

"Oh," Momoko said, completely unfazed, "It wasn't THAT bad!"

"Beg to differ." Asuma snapped.

Everyone fell silent when the sound of a zipper broke the argument.

"What?" Seki asked, having pulled up the zipper of his beige vest, black t-shirt underneath portruding only at the collar and shoulders, "Why did you stop arguing?"

I sank lower in my bed, trying to lay down, "Because some people thought somebody was tryin' to strip?" I suggested.

Everyone looked at me instead, and then all the attention was turned from me to an alarmed frozen silence, when Miyako shifted, curling up and clutching the blanket that covered her closer. When she continued to sleep onward, a breath that was held in was released, and I leaned my head back.

"I wanna get outta here." I said suddenly. It was the first time I'd complained about being in the stupid hospital, "It's boring, monotonus, and they don't let me move!"

Okuda stared at me for a second, before turning back to his video game, obviously scanning my face to see if I was gonna tattle on him. Asuma stood up and stretched saying, "Well, that's enough hangin' out with a bunch a' girls. I'm out."

"I'm comin with ya." Okuda said, quickly turning off his gameboy and hurrying after Asuma.

Seki stood up silently and followed them, still reading. When the door shut, Momoko instantly launched into the rest of the details.

"And then he asked me if I wanted to do anything else, and then-"

Then, after about a week of having to let my stomach bruise heal, I was discharged from the hospital. I felt like a new person, and I instantly decided to head for the skate park, regardless of what the doctors said. Blossom and Miyako told me that Mojo showed up a few times during the week, and everytime, they blasted his butt back to the zoo.

To remedy my extremely dislike of hanging out with the RowdyRuff Boys, I just played sports, but even then I couldn't completely get away from them.

It wasn't as bad though, because even though Okuda was a moron, he wasn't too bad at basketball.

Dribbling the ball at a crazy speed, even without his powers, I still easily nabbed the ball from his grasp and scored. He made a huge scene of losing, but I shut him up by snapping for another game. Momoko suggested one more sleepover, this time, at her house. I reluctantly agreed, because I knew the subject of the entire thing.

And I wasn't wrong. Those two were starting to really like those stupid guys. I hated it! I hated hated hated it! I wanted to tell them that Okuda was the one who pushed me off the roof, wanted to tell them that he's the one who landed me in the hospital for a week, and that after everything, I was nice enough to keep my mouth shut. But I still kept quiet. I didn't know why, but the thought of what Okuda would do to me if I did tell them…well, he knew I couldn't transform freely now.

I can't say that was a good thing.

I listened to Momoko go on and on about Asuma, Miyako nod and agree every now and then, putting something in about Seki when Momoko paused.

"What about you Kaoru?" Momoko asked, and I froze, a shiver going up my spine. Damn, so they did remember I was here.

"What about me?" I asked, stared at them with a half glare, but they didn't notice.

Miyako giggled, "You play sports a lot with Okuda don't you? Do you like him too?"

I glared at Miyako and snapped, "No. I don't know who would! He's annoying, and as you might put it, entirely insensitive, but as I would put it, he's a hardass."

Momoko laughed, and nodded, "That's definetely true!"

I was glad that Momoko agreed that he was an entire idiot, and that she wasn't going to try and do anymore matchmaking. It wouldn't work anyway. Okuda never really did what you wanted him to, even if it was Asuma barking the orders. He was like magpie, always getting distracted from the main goal by a shiny object. Last time, I was positive the shiny object was simply the fear of killing someone.

I smirked and stared out Momoko's bedroom window. So he really was a softie that tried too hard to be a hardass. Well, then again, he might've just been scared of what might happen afterwards, if he really did kill me.

Kill me. Those two words, were words me and Okuda used a lot, when we played basketball. I always wanted to know why he didn't 'kill me', why he even started trying to 'kill me', and why he caught me at the end, causing his whole façade to come crashing back to earth.

I tapped my fingernail on the windowpane. Okuda didn't like remembering what he did to me. I think he was really impressed that even when he was about to 'kill me' I could still treat him like Okuda, in other words, like dirt. How, I didn't even beg for my life, like he'd probably expected. I admit, the thought flashed through my mind more then once during that moment in my life, but, really. It was Butch who was about to kill me. I would rather DIE then beg to him.

"Want some fruit gummies?" Momoko asked me out of the blue.

"Oh…sure!" I said, taking a small handful. The subject finally changed to school, clothes, summer vacation, and what everyone was doing for the fast arriving summer.

Miyako grinned and said that she'd spend most of her time at the mall, and Miyako said the park and the grocery store were for her. I wondered how that girl didn't get fat, but I didn't dare to voice it.

"I'm probably gonna have to find new places to hang out." I said, rather disgruntled, "I remember seeing those three at the arcade all the time before they destroyed it, and they're probably always at the skate park too."

Miyako giggled, "You really don't like them, do you?"

Gritting my teeth, I snapped, "Who would! They're just-….nevermind." They didn't press for me to continue. I saw through their little joke. Easily.

It would be tomorrow, in which after two weeks of agonizing hanging out with us, that they would crush everything. How did I know? Okuda told me, just before I fell off the roof. He'd expected me to die with the secret, but I didn't. I just didn't say anything about it. I didn't want to be the one to crush Momoko and Miyako. And even then, they wouldn't believe me.

I'd just alerted Peach, who was probably now setting up a bunch of supplies for when we were rolled into the lab, beat up beyond repair.

"Kaoru!" Momoko snapped, shaking my arm.

"Huh?" I mumbled, and Momoko sighed.

"I've been trying to get your attention for forever!" She snapped, "What do you think? Wanna hang out at the lab with us tomorrow? You haven't been there for a week!"

I blinked. It would be easier to react sooner when they wrecked half the city if we were at the lab. Professor Utonium would prepare materials for our return earlier, after seeing what happened last time. My shoulder still ached, but it was really just sore.

"Sure!" I said, as cheerfully as I could.

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Momoko thought Kaoru was absolutely crazy. Why was she staring so hard at the monitor screens? Nothing was going to happen today! She had another date with Asuma, Miyako was going to have her first date with Seki, and it was all happening today! Momoko glanced at Miyako, who nodded.

"Kaoru!" She called, waving the girl over. She still stared over her shoulder at the monitors, but asked bitterly, "What?"

"You're going to have to hang out here, because me and Miyako have a double date!" Momoko grinned and Kaoru grabbed her shoulders, totally the reaction the girl hadn't been expecting.

"WHAT!" Kaoru screeched, "YOU BELIEVE THAT-"

A monitor flickered on, and Kaoru dashed over, her face so close to the screen Miyako was amazed she could see anything going on at all.

"I knew it." Kaoru grumbled, "It's a trick, let's go!"

Peach looked up at the screen and gave a whine, before Kaoru shook her head and snapped, "No time! Let's go!"

"We don't even know what's going on yet Kaoru, wait a second!" Momoko snapped, walking over to the screen. Kaoru wanted to yell, 'you don't need to know!' but either way, it was too late. Momoko took a step back, as though it would make the screen stop playing the scene.

Miyako peered over her shoulder, and Kaoru snapped, "NOW!"

Startled, Peach called, "PowerPuff Z Da Wan!"

I didn't think on my transformation, only how long it was taking. I wasn't gonna let them get away with their plan, and this was my chance! Too bad Momoko and Miyako were coming, but I couldn't handle them alone. But….

"Braaaain cramp!" I managed to whine, as we flew out of the open window.

"I wonder why they're doing this…" Bubbles asked, a rather disappointed expression on her face.

"I don't know, but we've gotten too used to being around them- YAAAAH!" Blossom was gone in a streak of crimson, and before I could register that they'd found us instead, Bubbles was gone in a flash of navy.

Floating cautiously and keeping a sharp eye out for Butch, it wasn't long before I too, disappeared from my spot, crashing into the ground after feeling someone ram their foot exactly on the spot where my bruise was awhile ago. His annoying laugh came, and grabbing his ankle, I pulled it aside, making him trip and fall. He would've fallen on top of me, but I scooted away before the fat lug could land on me.

A sharp scream came from my right and I turned to see Boomer tossing Bubbles around like a ragdoll- by her pigtails again.

Scrambling to my feet, I almost flew off, but a hand wrapped itself around my ankle and sent my flying over Butch's head to slam into the ground face first, before Butch let go and stood up, brushing off his clothes.

"Ow Ow Ow!" Blossom was yelling, as Brick pulled on her hair as well. I was glad I had short hair, but it didn't make much difference when Butch grabbed my arm and shook it.

"Cheater!" I yelled, slapping a hand onto my shoulder.

"How so?" He sneered, "Just because I know more about my enemy's weakness…"

"Let- go!" I kicked him square in the face, but he didn't let go of my arm, making me stumble forward as he stumbled backwards.

A black shoe mark ran from his forehead to mouth, and he looked extremely peeved, "Not quite!" He snarled, his grip on my arm tightening till I was sure my arm was going to have to be amputated from lack of blood circulation, making me drop my hammer. It wasn't long till I was sent crashing through the window of the lab, Ken asking, "Are you okay!"

"I'm FINE!" I snarled more annoyed then I'd intended it to be, and charging out the window, I was hurtling toward Butch and slamming my good shoulder into his stomach, sending him flying as well. He didn't bother to stop himself, buying me some time to pick up my hammer, and slam it on the back of Boomer's head, before a foot collided with my stomach again.

"Buttercup!" Bubbles cried, having had her pigtails let go when Boomer turned to kick me. She quickly made a gigantic bubble, and Boomer turned around to see it looming over him, pressing him into it, he pounded on the surface of the bubble angrily.

"Yes!" I choked out, one hand over my beaten stomach and another grasping my hammer, "Nice one!"

"Thanks!" Bubbles giggled, "We have to help Blossom!" Four bubbles followed her, all of which chased after Brick- after I'd brought my hammer down on his head. But the bubbles all popped, and Brick revealed something that sparkled in the sunlight. A pocket knife! He disappeared in a flash of crimson, not even a streak showing us in which direction he'd gone.

Until another POP sound brought my attention back to where Boomer was.

Freed, Brick snapped his pocket knife shut, and Butch appeared beside him.

"Boo." Butch smirked at me, making a motion toward his back.

"What is it?" I asked, turning aroud so Blossom and Bubbles could see, my face a flurry of confusion.

Bubbles' eyes grew wide and she screamed, flying away at top speed. She was immediately chased by Boomer, and Blossom stuttered "C-c-c-cockroach!" And she flew off after Bubbles, to also be tailed by Brick.

I raised and eyebrow at Butch, who was laughing his head off, and I brushed the bug off my back and swung my hammer at him, the victim easily dodging each swing, even while laughing! Gritting my teeth, I paused for a second, then slammed my hammer down on his head, sending him flying to the ground to land face first.

"It's about time!" I called down in a taunting way. When he didn't move or respond I wondered if I'd knocked him out. Landing cautiously in front of him I squatted down and leaned over to see his face, which was contorted with something I guessed was pain, but nonetheless, it had that 'I'm not concious' look to it.

"Wow that was easier then I thought!" I scoffed turning around and preparing to fly off.

Grabbing my ankle like before, this time, he used my ankle to propel himself upward and ram into my back, making me tumble forward. His breathing was uneven, shallow quick breaths ran in and out of his mouth and one of his eyes was narrowed. I'd done that, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it either. But he was definetely not a pretty sight when he glared at me, fists clenched and advancing.

This time, as Buttercup, I wasn't the least bit frightened, and grabbing my hammer, I took advantage of his slowed reflexes and swung my hammer at his left shoulder, making him hit the dirt again. Hard too.

"That's for not giving me time to transform!" I swung the hammer at his back, sending him back into the air again, "That's for THROWIN ME OFF A ROOF!"

Gravity brought him back down, and I caught him by the collar, muttering disgustedly, "And that's for catching me before I hit the ground." Tossing him onto the ground and flying off, I swear I vaguely saw him get up and laugh out of the corner of my eye.