Laughter turned to shrieks and gasps, all weapons fell to the damp floor, along with a certain wounded purple gem and a few of her famous purple bows. She collapsed to her white knees, and she achieved the impossible by becoming even paler. The scar was completely invisible.

"Oh my stars, Turquoise! I am so, so sorry!" Cried Kunzite.

"Woah! Turkey, are you okay?!" Prasiolite called, taking her arms.

Purple Turquoise managed to look up at her friends - who were on the floor, right up in her face by now - and got out one last sentence before she was forced into her gem: "I forgive you."

Green Quartz quickly grabbed her lilac gemstone, holding it close to her chest. "No, no, no, no, no."

"Oh, Turquoise! Words cannot describe my sorrow. I cannot narrate how sorry I am!" Kunzite said, repeating the word 'sorry' over and over and over again.

"No..." Prasiolite sighed. "It's all your fault!" Screeched Prasiolite, visibly crying now. "You did this!"

"Green Quartz! How could you expect me to be the one who did this?! It was your idea to have a pillow fight! always putting bad ideas into poor Turquoise's head!" Kunzite replied, snatching the gem out of Prasiolite's hands.

"Give me that back!" Yelled the Quartz, leaping at Kunzite, angrily.

The two furious gems fought for their friend's gem, hitting, slapping, scratching, and kicking the other. They both had the right to be Turquoise's friend, and she knew this. She liked one as much as the other, but for completely different reasons. Purple was Prasiolite's only friend, as she was too shy to get close with Almandine, and Kunzite was just very protective, but most of that was just greed. Both gems wanted Purple Turquoise, but it seemed to them that only one could truly have her as their own. As if she wasn't a person. As if they were playing a game, and she was the prize.

Reaching for the gem, Prasiolite said: "First to retreat loses!"

What had started off as a lazy, calm, comfortable night had ended up as a small re-enactment of the Gem War. Kunzite played the part of the Homeworlders, Prasiolite was on the side of the Crystal Gems, and Purple Turquoise was the earth, the thing that the two were fighting over, powerless against them. The silent hatred that Kunzite and Prasiolite had shared at the beginning had snowballed into something far more worse. None of the two were very good at keeping promises, but they had definitely meant to keep it, as Kunzite felt no chill running down her spine - the sign of a lie, wether it was her's or not - when the deal was made.

Green Quartz and Kunzite battled for their friend, pushing and kicking and slapping and punching. The struggle went on, non-stop. Who knows how long it went on for, but it lasted at least half the night, for certain. And even still, they fought and fought and fought. No-one was winning; no-one was losing.

Neither of them thought about anything else apart from their need for the prize. This was the thing that kept them going. If it wasn't Purple Turquoise who played the role of the prize, Prasiolite would've already won. If you applied logic, she would be the winner either way, but Kunzite's determination made up for her lack of physical strength, enhancing her abilities - only by a little.

The two gems brawled until the sun came up. Nothing had changed for as long as the battle had begun, until the unexpected happened. And when it happened, things only got worse from there.

"For the billionth time, it can't've been me! Can you do anything but disagree with me?!" Screamed Prasiolite, now holding the reward in her raised arm.

"I could say the same for you!" Yelled Kunzite, jumping from one sofa to the other, to get to her enemy.

Although Green Quartz was strong, she did have a serious case of the butterfingers, and the gem slipped right through her fingers. It fell from her hand to the sofa. And slid off the sofa onto the carpet, where a collection of sharp, pointy marshmallow sticks lay, carelessly.

CRACK!