A Whole New World

by Dictator-Chan

Come hither. One day I was adopted by a serial killer. One other, I was told no. Another She was taken from me.I was alone.But that could never be the end. Anther day I was still alive,Another day I founded a revolution, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS, THIS IS A HORRIBLE STORY WRITTEN BY A FIFTH GRADER. IF YOU LOVE YOURSELF, DON'T READ THIS. THIS ISN'T A SUMMERY, THIS IS A WARNING FROM ME

10. Chapter 10: YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!

I'm sorry.

Nicknames...

Estelle: Mitte?

Mitte: Yes Estellise?

Estelle: Why don't you call me Estelle like Yuri and Karol do?

Mitte: I can't give you a solid answer to that, not right now anyway. If it helps, I think Estelle in my head.

Estelle: Alright...

Mitte: Right, Karo!.

Karol: W-what?

Mitte: Kid really doesn't fit you. Have any ideas for a nickname?

Karol: That's all? How about Super Ultra-

Mitte: Too long. I'll go with C.C. since those are your initials.

Karol: But my name starts with a-

Mitte: WERE YA GUNNA SAY SOMETIN?

Karol: No...

I stopped walking as I heard a noise behind me. Is that a monster? But that was much too loud considering the monsters in this region are rather small.

"C.C., you owe me a thousand gald," I said loudly so Karol could hear me. Maybe if I stay here, whatever made that noise will come out.

"I've been hoping you had forgotten..." Karol said as he stopped walking as well. Estelle and Yuri noticed and stopped walking as well, Repede doing the same.

"Nope, it's money. Don't expect me to. Now, the gald please," I said, observing the surroundings while facing him.

"Fine," Karol said as he dug some gald out of his pocket. He walked forward and dropped it into my outstretched hand and started walking again. There it is.

"Karol, move," I said as I took out my right hand gun and pointed it where I just saw a flash of purple. I really hope it's not who I think it is.

"What? Why?" Karol asked, not moving like I just told him to.

"Just move, for f-," I cut myself off as I pushed Karol to the side right before a crossbow dart hit the exact place he was standing.

"What was that!?" Estelle yelled worriedly.

"I would assume it was a crossbow dart," I said while keeping my eyes on the position where the dart came from.

"We can guess that much, but from who?" Yuri replied.

"What makes you think I would know? My best guess is another one of those Red-Eyes, ," I answered him. If it really is who I think it is, they'll be leaving soon. Here's hoping that nothing weird happens.

"Mr. Famous?" Yuri asked.

"You'll see," I said as I lowered my gun after I heard rustling that had to be at least twenty meters away. It was probably her.

"Whatever it was, it's gone now. Let's go," I said as I started to walk off. The other stayed where they were, but eventually followed as well.

The Red-Eyes

Karol: At Halure, were those the Red-Eyes? So you have both the Imperial Knights and the Red-Eyes after you?

Yuri: Yeah, I seem to be a big hit with all the weirdos.

Mitte: I told you. You're .

Karol: What exactly did you do to become so popular?

Yuri: There's twenty-one years worth of stuff. Listing it all might take a while.

Karol: On second thought I don't want to hear it.

Mitte: I do!

Yuri:*mildly surprised* You do?

Mitte: Yeah, I want to compare our rap sheets! *smirks*

Yuri: How about at a later time?

Mitte: Sounds good! Just know that I won't forget!

Karol: Compare rap sheets...?

"Finally, we're here," I mutter under my breath. Walking the whole day is leaving my feet feeling like I went around a rainforest looking for some guy named Charlie. Seriously, Charlie, it's really mean of you to disguise yourself as a villager, your making it annoyingly hard to find you. All we want to do is find and or kill you and your friends in the red star C club, and even then we might just demolish your club and leave you and your friends. Actually, that's what we did. After we lost to Charlie and friends.

"It looks like this is Aspio..." Estelle said as she looked around. No, it's obviously the land of shady individuals that have bad clothing sense, ha ha ha. I'm kidding. It was a joke. I was joking. No I wasn't. Maybe I was.

"It's so gloomy and damp here... It's giving me the chills, too," Karol said as he observed our surroundings.

"It's because this city is in a cavern," Estelle explained.

"I wonder if the lack of sun here drives people to do shady things... Like stealing blastia cores," Yuri said under his breath.

"I like it here! Who needs the sun," I said shrugging as I walked forward. I can feel their stares.

"Are you okay, Mitte? You've been acting weird," Yuri asked me.

"I'm in a good mood. You should be happy, it lowers the chance of me doing... things... to Karol," I replied as I turned around to face him.

"Things? What does that mean?" Karol asked. I just realized something... I'm acting more like Jade Curtiss than Yuri Lowell. Oh well, they're both cool.

"Is it-"

"No, it's not, and it's completely unbelievable that you would say something like that! Actually, it's not that unbelievable, but you get the point," I yelled to cut off Estelle's sentence the second I figured out what she was going to say.

"Are you-"

"DA! I'm sure!" I yelled at her again so that she would stop asking. She's probably asking out of genuine concern, but she could at least ask somewhere else...

"Do you know what they're talking about?" Karol asked Yuri. Geez, you're 12, you should know what we mean. I knew when I was ten!

"If you're going to enter, can you show us your passport?" one of the guards asked us. ...They were probably watching us the whole time...

"Our... Passport?" Estelle asked. Ah, right, passport. Do I show mine or do I let Karol break into the library?

"This is an Imperial facility, we can't just let anyone in, can we?" the knight said.

"Passport? You don't happen to have one of those, do you?" Karol asked Yuri. I do! Just ask me!

"I don't, Mitte, would you happen to-" YES I DO!

"Passport, right. Is it really necessary for me to do this?" I asked as I pulled out the small paperback book from my sleeve that was my passport. I can feel their stares.

"Yes, it is miss. All guests must show their passports, no matter who they might be," the guard said as he looked at my passport.

"I assume you're here on guild business than?" the guard questioned.

"Da, I suppose you could call it that. We need to meet miss Mordio-"

"M-MORDIO!?" the guards yelled simultaneously.

"Da, may my comrades and I pass then?" I ask as I took my passport back from them and put it back in my sleeve.

"I- uh, um-"

"May we pass?" I asked again.

"Y- yes..." the one I took my passport from muttered. I walked past him after I saw everyone else start walking.

"Can I ask why you had a passport?" Yuri asked. No, you can't.

"Oh, no reason!" I said cheerfully as I walked up the hill to the town's plaza. This is a really big hill...

"What you mean 'miss Mordio'?" Estelle asked.

"I mean what I said," I said with a smile as I turned around to face her. ...Walking backwards up a hill is hard...

"You mean that Mordio is a she?" Karol asked.

"Yeah, she is. I don't know why you always think ambiguous figures are male," I told him before turning around to face forward again. Cough, cough, Judith, cough, cough.

"Ambiguous figures?" Yuri asked. ...

...What...?

OH SHIT!

"What's your question?" I asked as I turned around to face Yuri, pretending I hadn't heard him correctly.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," Yuri said. Thank you, Our Lady of Perpetual Exemption, thank you.

"Alright then. Once we get to the plaza, it's a direct right to Mordio's house," I said as I turned around, giving a mental sigh of relief. I'm going to have to construct a lie for that question since he'll probably ask it again.

"I'm sorry, but I really don't want to move anymore. Can we go to the inn?" I asked as we got to the plaza. They're giving me weird looks...

"I agree with her there," Estelle chimed in. At she's not giving me a weird look.

"Alright, show us the way. I have to say, I never expected you to say that first," Yuri said, sounding mildly surprised.

"My stamina is and always will be, crap," I replied as I took a left turn to the inn.

"Is that why you don't use a sword?" Yuri asked.

"Yes and no. I don't use sword because it's too generic, I like flashy things. I don't do close combat because my stamina is crap," I answered.

"Okay then... What would you use for close combat?" Yuri asked. That's a good question.

"I... Don't know..." I trailed out as I stopped in front of the library. If this were an anime, they'd have sweatdrops right now.

"This is the library, not the-"

"Aspio's inn is in the library. It's literally bookshelves, but it's surprisingly comfortable," I cut off Karol as I opened the door.

"This is..." Estelle trailed of as she looked around the ginormous library. Right, she's a book freak.

I let the group observe the library for a few minutes before I started walking again. I'm surprised they let us bring in Repede, of course, it could just be that they've not noticed him yet. ...I hope dogs are allowed... I'll be in trouble if they aren't...

"Come along, I rather not stay still for too long, it makes your feet hurt faster," I said as I walked down the flight of stairs to the bookshelves that served as an inn. The majority of the group followed me, but Estelle stayed behind. She probably didn't hear me. Oh well, we'll be easy enough to spot from where she is.

"How much is it for three ro-, uh, bookshelf room thingies for one night?" I asked with a joking smile. The woman who manned the inn smiled at my obvious attempt at humor. She's probably not from here. Meanwhile, the group behind me wasn't as happy.

"Three...?" Karol muttered. Repede gave a woof in reply.

"That will be 275 gald," the woman replied. Yes! My humor worked! It's 25 gald less now!

"Alright," I said as I slid the gald I had in my jacket pocket towards her.

"Pick out whichever one you want, we don't have many guests," the woman told me as I walked past, the group behind me following into the windowless corridor. It's a little weird that all the lights are blue, but it's pretty at the same time.

"You got-,"

"Estelle should be the one to sleep by herself. Karol, you decide if you want to sleep in a bookshelf with me, Repede, or Yuri. I'll warn you now, I take forever to fall asleep and tend to shift a lot," I cut him off. I have an excuse to back this three room thing up if they get in their question. I can do it. I think.

"I guess Yuri... But-"

"Alright then. Any objections?" I cut him off again. You know... This is actually really fun...

"Why did you get three ro-"

"No? Great, I advise the shelves towards the back as they have more room. Let's go then," I said ignoring Karol wihile twitching inwardly. I don't really like dogs, especially the ones that are Repede's size. This is ironic because I had a dog back in my days of 'normal' life. However, he wasn't Repede's size.

"Not to be rude, but I think you would prefer beinging in the same... bookshelf with me more than Repede," Yuri said as we were halfway to the back.

I sighed at his comment before replying with, "I really do to be honest. I have a mild... fear... of big dogs."

I heard Karol snicker behind me before muttering under his breath, "Afraid of dogs, hah."

"Yes, and spiders too. Both for very good reasons. For instance, in the dog's case, I was mentally scarred at age of four by dog that almost bit my foot off. Then in case of spiders... I blame my sisters. They put... a shit ton of spiders in my room once for fun and to hear me scream. At least they didn't hear me scream since... How to say it... I was frozen in terror. It took them about an hour for them to realize, 'hey, she hasn't made any noises, and she's definitely awake by now. I think we should check on her!'" I said, reminding myself of a horrid memory. Ugh...

"And what happened next?" Yuri asked, his tone of voice on the border of intrigue and mock. Oh well, maybe I can give them nightmares.

"Well, I learned that spiders were fake and had nightmares about being dropped into pit of spiders for the next few weeks or so. Also, before you make fun of me for that, imagine being dropped into pit of spider, then make fun of me," I can hear Karol trying not to laugh and he's doing a really bad job of it.

"Maybe I should drop you into pit of spiders, Karol. Believe me, I can. I have... connections, to say the least anyway," I said while looking Karol over my shoulder. His snickering subsided when he saw the look I was giving him, which would be a look saying, "I'm not joking, and I'll enjoy hearing you scream."

"Also, Karol, can you get Estellise? We'll just be all the way in back, mkay?" I asked him. Mkay? Really, self? Next you'll be saying "my darling hunnies", and you be a womanizer... You don't even get the fairy wings or depressing past, you'll just have Zelos' personality, which is the one thing his fans hate about him.

"S-sure...," he replied before running away, Repede following him.

"Did you really have to do that?" Yuri asked.

"What are you referring to? The bookshelves or that I'm being mean to kid?" I answered confused. I really don't know what he means.

"Both."

"Money and maturity," I replied. Not the best answer but everyone who knows me well enough will know.

"Maturity?" Yuri asked, clearly confused.

"I know eight year olds that are more mature then he is. It's strange that he's way he is since he grew up in guilds, and it's even weirder when you remember he's part of the Hunting Blades," I answered. Yes, those eight years olds I'm talking about are Gauche and Droite. I know they aren't eight anymore, but now that I think about, they were really mature for eight year olds.

"What would you define as mature?" Yuri asked. That's a good question. I might have to give an answer other than, "WHEN THEY AREN'T ANNOYING LITTLE *insert profanity here*!".

"When a twelve year old me can hold a stable conversation with them without getting annoyed, and/or when I'm not able to bend them to my will anymore." I answered. ...That sounded a lot better in my head... Luckily, that's not the only thing I think shows maturity, or else a lot of weird people would be mature to me. Not to mention, I gotta makem think Ima weirdo, just four da lolz. Ugh, I'm never doing that again.

"..."

"Let me elaborate, when I say bend them to my will, I mean when they won't blindly follow you. Kids will believe anything you say. You can make them believe anything from flying spaghetti monster to that there's elephants standing on top of giant sea turtle that supports the planet. Heck, you could make them believe that Scientology is the true way of life. I got two third grade girls, a fourth grade girl, and a third grade boy to do whatever I told them to do when I was twelve," I explained to Yuri in the best I could. It's hard to put it into words without sounding like a complete douche. I also really did get those kids to do whatever I wanted, of course, this was on Earth, and I wasn't mean enough to make them do anything bad.

"I know what you mean. Now that I think about it, Ashley pretty much was able to get some other kids we played with to do what she wanted too. She even got Flynn to do what she wanted sometimes," Yuri said as we finally got to the end of the rows of bookshelves while I flopped down in the bookshelf in the corner. These things are probably half the size of a regular inn room.

"Ashley never seemed the person to do that. I did it because I'm not exactly the nicest person in world, and having control over people lets me play pranks on others much more efficiently. Ashley however, she was one of people that I could get to do what I wanted with close to no effort, so it surprises me that she could do that, since most people that I know that can control people are people that would fight back at me in some sarcastic manner," I replied. ...There aren't many people I can have this kind of conversation with...

"That sounds like what I did," Yuri said as he sat down across from me in the bookshelf. The shelves in the back are definitely bigger, I can actually stand in here and jump up and still have room. ...Then again, I am only 5'2"... So that's somewhere around 155 centimeters? Well, it makes me feel taller when I put I like that because I'm an American and I don't understand the metric system!

"It's not often I can have conversation like this with people. It always seems to fly over their heads," I said quietly. Hopefully I can get a better understanding of how Yuri's mind works, that's always helpful.

"Well, a lot of people see the world differently and therfore think and do different things," Yuri said. Geez, that's pretty much a philosophical explanation of life right there. Four points the .

"Yes, at least I don't throw tax collectors into rivers like a certain someone. Then again, I would probably do something like that if I got really annoyed," I said. Yes, I got that from the game, but Ashley told me that once. "Hey, by the way, one of my friends threw an imperial tax collector in the river yesterday." Those where her exact words...

Yuri smiled for a few seconds before a much more serious look appeared on his face. "Mitte?"

Here comes the storm. "What is it?"

"Why are you traveling with us? Karol I get, but you really have no reason, so what are your reasons for traveling with us?" Yuri asked. Fair enough, though, I would have asked that long before if I were in his position since I'm so paranoid about other people.

"It's nice and all to travel by yourself, but it gets hard psychologically sometimes. Humans are social creature, and as much as I hate crowds of people, even I need to talk to someone every once in a while. Besides, Ashley will kill me if I let you get hurt, no matter the reason," I asked. Yuri's face relaxed a bit from my answer. I guess I sounded legitimate enough then, probably because that wasn't a lie, Ashley really will try to kill me if they get hurt.

"It sounds like your rather experienced. if you don't mind me asking, what's your job?" Yuri asked. YES, I DO MIND YOU ASKING! It was a joke. I'm joking. Definitely joking.

"I'm a mercenary," I answered. He's going to asked more, I can tell.

"A mercenary has an Aspio passport?" Yuri asked. My plan is finally coming together! Ahahahaha- ack! ...Don't ask how I can choke on my mental laughing...

"I'm also member of guild that works with blastia," I replied. That's true both ways, Ruin's Gate is Ruin's Gate, and Leviathan's Claw deals with Hoplon blastia a lot. HAH! THEY CAN'T CALL ME A BIG FAT LIAR!

"What's the guild's name?" Yuri asked. This can go in one of two ways. I could not answer him, which would bring up suspicion about my identity, which would be answer when they find out I'm a Ruin's Gate member, which will remove suspicion from me for a while, and when it rises again, I can use the excuse of my future knowledge, which should get rid of all suspicion for even longer. I could also tell him Ruin's Gate... or even better~!

"Leviathan's Claw," I said, trying my best to sound serious. His face is hilarious.

"The g-guild those Red Eyes are f-from?" Yuri stuttered out. Oh my god, he actually believed me.

"You need to learn that 75 percent of what comes out of my mouth is joke. That statement was part of the 75 percent," I said with a small smile. I really don't think he would suspect I'd be part of that guild after I made a joke about it. He would think that I'm not stupid enough to do that, hopefully, anyway.

"Sorry, it's just because you said it so seriously, that's all," Yuri said, definitely relived. Why does everyone say that?

"If I'm talking seriously, 9 times out of ten I'm joking," I told him. I've told this to so many people, it's not even funny anymore.

"That's good to know," he said before looking out of the small bookshelf we were in.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. It seems that my plan ended up working, he didn't ask more about what guild I was in, and I got in some useful information in about my sarcastic tendencies. Wonderful, something is going correctly.

"Wow, she's asleep already?" Karol asked Yuri. Jerk, you woke me up.

"Yeah, somehow." I'm not really asleep, just pretending to be now. Why? Why not.

"She must have been more tired then she let on," Estelle said. I'm not, I'm really not.

"Anyway, you'll be sleeping by yourself, alr-"

"Grrr!" Nice input Repede! Unfortunately, I think I know what's happening.

"I have to thank you for being in such a secluded area, it makes my job so much easier."

Shit. I was right.

"Wha-! Who-, ah! Yuri, help- mmf!"

"Shut up and I might not have to hurt you. You're not the one she has a death wish for." Thank god I have my hand on one of my guns.

"What do you want?" Yuri, how nice for you to take charge, but she'll probably tell us.

"One of my coworkers has a death wish for your friend there, I thought I would help her." Coworker? That's the best you could come up with?

"Why would your coworker want to kill her?" Eh... Well...

"She has a short fuse." She wasn't like this before.

"Karol, I'll- ah!"

"Don't interfere, then I won't have to slit your pretty little throat, little miss princess." Then again...

"Can't you at least tell us what she did before you start waving those things around?"

"All that you need to know is that if you try to defend her, there's going to be a sad, sad, sad day for your loved ones when they find your mangled body floating in a river." It's probably my fault.

"First of all I wasn't sleeping, second of all, why the hell didn't you try to wake me up, and lastly, for fucks sake, why are you so happy about us being in a secluded area away from people if all your going to do is be loud and attract people?" I complained as I stood up, keeping my left arm out of view in my jacket.

Right outside of the bookshelves alcove stood a woman in her mid twenties with long purple hair and purple eyes who was dressed ninja attire. Unfortunately, she's currently holding a sword to Karol's throat and has another pointing at Yuri. I like her, I really do, I've known her for years, but this is ridiculous, I left her in charge of the espionage department because I could trust that she wouldn't do stuff like this. If I knew she would end up like this, I would have chosen her boyfriend instead. He's much more level headed then she is right now...

"Oh? She said you spoke weird, but I never expected a Russian accent, that's new in the circus of freaks," she said, obviously mocking me. Time to get her really mad at me

"Oh, maybe, Violet, there's a lot of weird things in this circus,"

"..." I think I shocked her more than I thought I would have. I'm actually mildly concerned.

"What is it dear? Violet is your name, right? Oh wait, I wasn't supposed to know that was I? Although, I know plenty things I bet I shouldn't," I said. ...I can already tell where this is going...

"Why don't you say some then," Violet replied.

"Let's see, let's start with the fact that I would never want you as fellow guildsmen, I mean really, you sold out your guild to Leviathan's Claw. I could never have a traitor like you around me, who knows what you might try to do. I'd be so scared, with how merciless you are, you tried to kill your own sister! I hear she still isn't over it. Of course, it isn't your fault now is it. It's her fault, I bet she indoctrinated you into believing everything she said, after all, every naughty dog has an awful own who's really at fault. I wonder what she looks like, I bet she's hideous! Nyet, she couldn't be, how else would she get you to obey her every command? Although-"

"Shut up." I went way too far. Though, she lasted longer than I thought she would.

"You told me to speak, and now you're telling me to shut up. My, you don't have good temper at all," I said with a sigh. It kills me to be like this to her, she was the source of my sanity for at least a year.

"Yes, well now I would prefer it if you shut up," she said through gritted teeth. That's a really bad comeback on her part...

"Fine, fine. Now then, I appreciate the thought and all of wanting to have a conversation, but I seriously have to question why you haven't tried to attack me yet," I said nonchalantly. ...Her expression says she forgot she was holding two weapons...

"Kid, I'll let you go if you and your friends leave peacefully and pretend that this isn't happening. Just know that the other option is that I kill you all here and I'll make sure your deaths painful, mkay?" Violet said way too cheerfully. Then again, she's nothing like some other nut jobs I needed to put up with. COUGH, Zagi, COUGH.

"C.C., just nod," I said as emotionless as I could to... scare him into submission? Something like that... Goo.

Karol did as I said and nodded. Violet left go of him and shoved him towards the way to the exit, which he used as a chance to run away. I looked at Yuri and Estelle and gave them a look for them to go as well, which they did, with Repede following right behind them.

"We should be done in... 10, 20, 15 minutes or so. Ah, actually, just wait for one of us to appear out of thin air!" I yelled loud enough so they could hear. Alright, I'm ready for shit to hit the fan.

"Now then, shall we begi-,"JERK! I was cut of mid sentence when Violet ran at me. She tried to cut head off with one sword after swinging the other at my shoulder to distract me. Unfortunately, I already know this move since she used it so much, not to mention I know unavoidable weak point of it, which is that because I'm so short, I can duck it and move behind her.

"That's dumb move. First of all, you should have realized that I'm short, therefore, able to duck it. I get that you might have thought that I'm not fast enough to dodge it, but that was a risk you shouldn't have taken. Not to mention, I was in corner, which blocks your mobility, but look now! You're the one in corner! Not to mention-, ah. I probably shouldn't be helping you, right? I always end up making that mistake," I said, trying to give her advice. I might as well help her, because if all goes as planned...

"Yes, you shouldn't." I might be able to get her to join us.

"Anyway, can we do this fight without weapons? I'd have unfair advantage since I use guns. Whoever gets knocked to the ground first looses, alright?" I proposed. The fact that she isn't trying to have a constant fight proves that she's not as invested in this fight as she tries to make it look like.

"Alright, though, I doubt you would win. You're really short, as in midget short, you know that right?" Violet said, faking concern while sheathing her weapons. I can't help it, I snickered at that. This is so ironic, this is incredibly ironic, this is on the level of ironic that I want to burst out laughing while rolling on the floor. Not to mention 5'2" is the average height for a Japanese female.

"Forgive me if I start laughing. Anyway, no weapons, deal?" I asked as I held up my right hand. This is unfair too since I know that she's an aggressive fighter that uses punches, which matches up terribly with my fighting style which is mainly a switch of aggressive to defensive as needed kicks. In other words, this is pretty much Neo versus Yang, and if you know what happened in that fight, you'll know Yang lost, really badly. Oh, spoilers for RWBY season two episode something.

She walked towards me and shook my hand, keeping it there after she was done. Well, her strength is in her arms, so my best guess is that she's going to try to pull me forward. Meh, good thing that I already know how to counter this move too since she taught it to me.

"3...2...Begin."

Violet did exactly as I thought she would, she pulled me forward to send me off balance, and then she would let go of me and try to hit me in the back to prevent me from getting up, effectively allowing her to throw me to the ground. Of course, that won't work because I can just grab onto her and use my weight to drag her down, but that would end up with me on the ground, and her on top of me, so instead, I pulled her into the direction of the wall, which we were close enough to so that I could run into it to support myself. Well, that fixed that.

Violet stared at me for a few seconds, thinking that I would attack, but after I didn't, she ran forward and tried to punch me in the face. I just moved the upper part of my body to avoid it to annoy her, which it did. She sent more and more punches my way, and I just dodged it again and again, using the least amount of body movement possible. Now I just need to wait for her to mess up.

Eventually she did when she moved herself far enough back that I had room to lean back enough for me to be able to kick her in the stomach, and with that momentum, I jumped forward and turn to hit her in her side. She grabbed my leg and tried to pull me downwards, which I allowed and used to my advantage by using my other leg to kick her in the back, successfully knocking her over. Now, how to deflate her ego, even more. Oh, sit on her...

I did just that. I sat on the middle of her back as crossed my legs as I felt her flinch from my weight. I waited a few seconds before saying, "That was way too sloppy of performance from an ace assassin. Did something happen? Family member died? Boyfriend left you? Or did you really get that angry from my taunts? Yeah, probably it. Although, that really shouldn't have worked on you, but it did. Would you like to tell me why?"

"You're heavy."

"That's not answer, and that's not me, that's the weapons. I have sniper rifle under my coat, and if you're wondering how that works, ask your guild leader," I said while I observed my gloves. I'm not kidding, I put my sniper rifle under my coat when we were walking here. Of course, it can transform into a smaller form.

"Just kill me already," Violet grumbled out. Uh, well, wasn't expecting that.

"Why would I do that? Also,would you like to know secret?" I asked her as I leaned backwards so that my head was on hers.

"No, I don't." Wah.

"I think you do!" I cheerfully said as I flipped over so I was lying on my stomach and not my back. I can feel her flinching from my weight. Okay, the weight might not all be from the weapons...

"No, I really don't."

"Mh... Well, I'm telling you anyway," I leaned closer and whispered in her ear in my normal standard American accent, "My name isn't actually Mitte, it's Milieu, and I'm not a midget, that's and offensive to midgets."

"You're kidding me." Nope.

"What do you want me to say to prove it? Let's see, screw the NSA, Edward Snowden is a hero, hashtag EdwardSnowdenMissesHotPockets. John Oliver equals Christian Grey? The new mascot of Marlboro is Jeff the Diseased Lung in a Cowboy Hat? What else do you want me to say to prove I'm not a midget?" I asked as I sat back up. Yes, I'm focusing on the wrong topic, but she called me short, I'm mad.

"What did you say to Rayne to make her shut up about World War Two?" Right, that. Well...

"I went and grabbed my collection of books on wars from the 1900s and dropped them down in front of her and told her to read them. It was only a pile of... fifty-six books I would say. She read them all, and she stopped asking after she read Between Shades of Grey. It's not a romance novel. I think Yeager liked me better after that," I said as I got off her and sat on the ground.

Violet was silent for a few moments before she sat up and faced me, her bangs covering her eyes, she whispered, "So, it's not a dream? It's really you."

"No, it's not a dream, and yes, you can hit me." Shi-! ...Shouldn't have said that...

"YOU IDIOT! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT I HAD TO DO TO AFTER YOU LEFT? DO YOU KNOW HOW-"

"I imagine it was a lot of work on your part, yes, but that sector of the guild shouldn't exist either, I created it without permission, therefore, punishment had to be enacted as I broke the guild laws. To be fair, he didn't want to make the sentence so long, but my reasoning was that I shouldn't be treated differently from any other guild member. If you stretch the rule for one person, you'll do it for others eventually, and that will soon leave you with no rules, and no guild. Does it really make sense for you to yell at me now? As it is, it's amazing he still let the espionage division continue, probably because it was useful for him," I cut her off as I put pressure on the place she slapped me. This will be hard to explain.

"I guess, but-"

"No buts or I guesses. Does it make sense for you to yell at me when the only thing I did was accept my punishment and leave the guild for a certain amount of years? Does it?" I switched voices, but I don't think I switched personalities.

"N-no. It doesn't."

"There we go. Now please take this moment to realize that your being scolded by soneone who's six years younger than you," I said with a smile. She let out a small laugh and moved the bangs from her face.

"If you don't mind me asking, did you leaving also have to deal with that?" Violet asked a question that I really didn't want to answer, mostly because I didn't want to think about it.

"A little, but she hates me now anyway so that doesn't matter. So, here's my proposal. When we get to Nor Harbor, which will probably take a few days, can you come with us? It'll help a lot," I asked her.

She looked surprised for a few seconds before saying, "You're kidding me."

And then she jumped on me.

"Of course I will! I can't leave my adorable little Milieu to go all by herself anymore!"

"Choking! Dying! Please! Off!"

After I struggled to get her off me for a few seconds, I finally asked, "This may seem like a weird request but... Can you punch me in the place that you slapped me?"

"Why?" she asked, confused by my request. I don't blame her.

"It's going to be hard to explain how I wasn't hit once by a well-trained assassin. The only reason I could counter you was because I know how all your moves work, and I have to see a move a few times before I can learn to counter it. So do it." This won't hurt, right...?

"Are you sure?" Ah, who am I kidding? It'll hurt.

"Yes, just do it before I regret it." Please don't hurt too much.

"Alright..."

IT HURTS

I walked towards the group of three and a dog while rubbing the place where Violet hit me. She had used a healing arte on it, but it's still tingling, and you can see it as well.

"Mitte! What happened!?" Estelle asked/yelled/loudlysaid the second she saw me.

"I got punched in the face, tha- ack, that's it, don't worry, I healed it already," I answered, pretending my face hurt when my American accent almost slipped through.

I looked at the rest of the group. They're looking at me weirdly... How do I explain this? ...Ugh, well... LIE! LIE YOUR FACE OFF, MILIEU, LIE UNTIL YOU CAN'T ANYMORE!

"I knew some of that from various jobs that I do, the rest was really speculation that was somehow true," I eventually said to answer their questioning stares. Okay, that's not completely a lie, I can't get in trouble for that.

"You might have also gone a little to far in taunting h-"

"I was a bitch, I know. That's also why Clara doesn't like me," I finished for Yuri.

"Who's Clara?" Estelle asked. Eh, this would be brought up eventually

"Who this is happening because of. Anyway, let's go and sleep!" I said, sounding serious for the first sentence before switching to sounding like a three year old and skipping back the way I came, dragging along a surprised Estelle.

"I can't tell what she's thinking. First she was serious, then she was... that, and now she's playing the insane card," I heard Karol whisper behind me.

"If it helps, my sarcasm always stays with me!" I turned around to shout at him. ...It's hard to skip backwards...

Now then, tomorrow we meet Rita. YES!

"I think most people knock first." Not the people I know.

"So now what? Do we break in?" Yes! Yuri, you are the one with that good ideas!

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Shut up, Estelle, it's perfect!

"What're you talking about? It's perfect! X, you try!" Do it, Karol! I'm really just telling you to do it because I don't want to, but I'm probably going to do it anyway!

"M-me? I-"

"Yes! You! Just try to open it with little lock picking!"

"Um, okay..."

"Aren't you a little too excited about breaking into someone's house?" Yuri asked me? That's probably true, but... we can just blame it on Karol.

"That's probably true, but it's some level of excitement, and that's better than being stressed out when you realize a deadline is coming up soon and you have to finish research paper or you'll be screwing over at least couple hundred people, only to learn that you had another week," I started to randomly say. I think I get an award for saying that long of a sentence yet adding nothing to the conversation. Yay!

"Okay..."

"I got it!" Karol yelled. Alright, let's see if I'm in the mood or not to let Karol get hit by a fireball. I think I am!

"Inside! Go!" I said cheerily as I pushed Karol through the door we just opened, Yuri, Estelle, and Repede following after us.

We spread out and looked around Rita's house, this is technically breaking and entering, but... Meh, I've done worse. Karol was looking at some of the blastia on Rita's desk, while Estelle was looking at some of the books- hey, isn't that... Wow, it is. I'm amazed.

I walked to the bookshelf after avoiding the lage cluter Rita was in, and tried to reach the book that caught my eye. Keyword tried, I'm too short to reach it. Estelle noticed it and got it down for me. I nodded in thanks and looked at the cover of the book. I'm speechless, this is the special addition copy, she must really like this book. After all, there's only ten copies of the book. ...It was a pain to write all of them...

"Heeelp!" That was Karol getting hit by a fireball-, oh well, even if I wanted to help, it seems I can't. At least the damage doesn't look too bad.

Like the awful person I am, I went back to looking through the book and ignored their conversation. She even put in sticky notes, except they aren't really sticky notes, they're just pieces of paper, because adhesive doesn't exist here. Let's see, go to the ruins and look at this, ask how samples are analyzed if you ever meet him- her, not him! I get that my last name doesn't completely allude to female, as it is a unisexual name, but I refer to myself as female in this book! Get the facts straight!

"You!" Huh?

"Me?" I asked as I looked up from the book to see Rita pointing at me, very mad. Oh noes...

"YES! YOU! DROP THAT BOOK! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE IT IT?" Yes I do, I wrote this by hand and it was painful, but still, the money I got from the books wasn't enough to remove the huge callus on my finger that I got from writing them. Wasn't worth it, but, rabid fans.

"If it's so expensive, why do you want me to drop it?"

"You get what I mean! Put it down!"

"Nyet, I don't get it. So, where do you want me to put it down? Floor? Table? Your head?" I'm so mean, but this is so fun.

"Just give it to me!" she yelled as she took the book from me in a split second. Wow...

"It's expensive book, I get it, but I'm sure you could easily get another one with your position-"

"No, I wouldn't be able to! Only ten copies of the special edition were made!"

"What was the point of buying special edition? Wouldn't it be same as regular one?"

"Because this one was written by hand by the author himself! They even put in the effort of-"

"In other words, it was made to get money out of rabid fans?" To be fair, it was actually done because so many people asked, but nobody really knows this

"No, it was done because so many people asked him to!" Okay, she's a rabid fangirl, I'm scared, where's a closet for me to hide in, I really need it, I'm scared, I need that closet, get me a closet, somebody get me a closet to hide in! NO REALLY, GET ME A CLOSET TO HIDE IN! GET ME ONE!

"What makes you think they're male?" I asked after I spotted a door that might work as a closet. I NEED A CLOSET!

"They never state their gender, so..."

"You automatically assume they're male?"

"Yes."

"Well, she's female, and you must not have been reading too well because she even refers to herself as female. Lesson learned for us all, don't think they're a guy just because you don't know. Just say they." I think I almost went on a rant there. Now then, closet! Or not...

"Wait, why do you know so much about-"

"Not point! Yuri, I think you were interrogating miss Mordio?" I cut off Rita before she could continue and let them finsh their talk. Right after I said that, Yuri put his sword- well, actually he's using an axe now, to Rita's side. You're doing it wrong! You put it at their neck! Not a meter away from them!

"Good point. Since you seem to have so many tricks up your sleeve, why did you bother skipping town when you stole the Lower Quarter's blastia in Zaphias?" This is literally the worst interrogation I have ever seen. The worst. Now pretend that was in a British dying industrial town accent, it makes it better.

"What? You're calling me a thief. Have you ever heard of common sense'?" Yes, but lots of people don't have common sense. Although, I probably believe that because it was drilled into my brain since birth by my dad along with, "Many people can't handle the truth," and the classic "They would never do *insert thing there* where I'm from!"

"Sure." We spied on UNICEF. Sure, who cares. Again, I don't understand my own thought process.

"So your break into a home, call the owner a thief, and wave a sword in their face. What the hell kind of sense is that?" Well, actually it's an axe, but... Also, that sounds like a drug raid, except they call the person a criminal and wave a gun in their face. I would be in my own personalized closet with personalized darkness and personalized furniture if that happened.

And that's where I stopped paying attention. Until...

"And the height matches up too-"

"You weren't even there when blastia was stolen!" I cut off Karol. He wasn't, which makes me think that was bad writing from the directors or they were trying to make Karol seem weird.

"..." Really? That's your response, Karol? Wow.

"I told you, I have no idea what you're... ...Oh, I hadn't thought about that. Follow me."

"What? Maybe you didn't hear me. We're not finished here..." That had so much conviction in it.

"Just follow me would you? There's some talk that some thieves have turned up in the Shaikos Ruins." And now I shall take the people that just broke into my house to a top secret area, because why not?

"Thieves? Are you sure about that?"

"It came from an Imperial Knight who asked me for help. It should be trustworthy." Trust but verify, yet another thing drilled into my brain since birth, courtesy of my dad.

The other three started to group together and whispered about something. Probably about Rita, but that's really not my concern right now. I have to get to Nor soon. I stuck around to meet Rita, but now that I think about it, it would have been better if I left this morning, as it's either transportation plan a or transportation plan b. The first one will take a day at the most and won't tire me, b will barely take any time, but I'll be out for a day. A has its own risks that I don't want to take, so I suppose I'll be going with b. ...I'm not looking forward to it, though.

"Finished chatting? Let's go."

"All right, but don't even think about making a break for it."

Yadda, yadda, yadda, more back and forth, jail, follow, run, we'll go with you. Yadda, ect cetera. Finally, a chance for me to cut in.

When we had left Rita's hut, shack, thing, I finally spoke my mind and said, "I just realized I have to meet somebody at Nor Harbor, is it okay if I go on ahead?"

"Really, you have to go? Do you promise to come with us again when we arrive in Nor?" Estelle asked me. She's the Collette of Vesperia isn't she? Yeah, she is.

"Why not? Of course, it depends on the situation, but I probably will." Besides, I need to go to Torim anyway, may as well go with them.

"Who do you need to meet?" Yuri asked. I know there wasn't any suspicion in his voice, but my brain wants to tell me there is. I'm 99.9999909 percent sure there isn't, though.

"Someone who's obsessed with me who I haven't seen for years." That's unfortunately a pretty accurate description of Violet. How she got to be like that? Well... That's something I love to not think about, or I tend to get rather... violent.

"..." That's pretty much the general tone of all of our conversations so far. I make no sense, but they nodded and agree anyway.

"Anyway, I need to get some stuff first, so, see you when I do!" I said as I ran off to the library while waving to them. Everything is in the library, the inn, shops, everything. It's's a pain but useful at the same time.

Once I got to the library door, I paused and leaned against the wall to get catch my breath. I love abusing that ability of mine way too much, it's ruining the small amount of stamina I managed to build up in ten years... It's going to be the death of me, I swear.

Now what? Violet told the rest to head on, so they're all probably at Nor since it takes a day to get to the hill and a day to get from the hill to Nor, not to mention half a day to get through Ehmead. I might as well just use that option... Ugh...

I'm not looking forward to passing out...

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the marker I had left a Nor after placing a marker underneath my feet, and poured a small amount of my energy into my blastia to establish a connection. I paused after a few seconds to check that everything was safe and that no people were around the marker I left. I don't feel any warm-bodied creatures, unless you count the ant that's drowning in a puddle.

After not detecting anyone, I let a steady stream of what I guess would be TP flow into the marker underneath my feet and let it form a stable connection with the one in Nor. I already depleted a fourth of my strength, so I might as well continue. This is going to give me a bad headache.

I let the rest of my strength seep through, leaving enough for me to be able to walk to safety when I got there, and let myself be pulled through to the other marker, and letting all of the energy I stored in the space between the markers to pull me to Nor Harbor. I'm going to hate this.

"You idiot, you should have at least changed clothes first. You can be so stupid at times. Oh well, it's what makes you cute," a young woman with purple hair said as she pulled a sheet over another younger girl.

She pulled up a stool and sat next to the bed that the girl she was watching was sleeping in, before saying, "I miss watching you sleep... Just so you know, that sounded a lot better in my head..."

She sighed before she directed her eyes to the door where she knew one of her comrades was listening from. She knew she should probably be annoyed, but she really wasn't with the amount of times this had happened.

"Clara, you know I always catch you so you might as well just walk in here."

The door to the room was pushed open by a girl in her late teens as she walked in. After a few moments she asked, "Who is she?"

"Milieu. You met her, in Zaphias. Although, from the way you described her, she sounded like she was in a bad mood that day," Viotlet said after a few seconds.

"So, how do you know her?" Clara asked as she sat down on a chair at a desk in the corner of the room.

"You already asked Alex about that."

"Yes, but it's a little..."

"Unbelievable? I can agree with you there."

"I just want to hear your side of-"

"Okay, who the hell changed my clothes."

The attention of the two females was brought to the the other girl in the room who looked extremely annoyed.

"It was me," the one with purple hair said carefully.

"Explain. It. To. Me. Now."

"Eheh... Well... Please don't shoot me..."

"..."

"..."

"...king...ate...alge..a"

"Did you say something?"

"..."

"Spit it out." That does not sound like something he would say...

"I hate algebra."

"I have a feeling that's not what you really mean."

"No, it isn't. "

"Good thing this isn't algebra then, ja?"

"I still hate math, it takes too much brainpower." I said as I slammed my head on the table. Gauche and Droite were staring at the pages of whatever in front of them with pure confusion.

"We know some math but..." Droite trailed out. I'm pretty sure you'll do better than me.

"12 times 11?" I asked them. I'm sure they can get this.

"121."

"11 times 5?"

"55."

"11 times 13?"

"...143?"

"Yes, 11 times 72?"

"No idea," Gauche answered. She got all of them almost all of them. That's good. She's smarter than I was at her age.

"792. Now, you!" I gave her the answer before swiftly standing up before I turned to point at a surprised Yeager.

"Me?"

"Yes! You! You have ten cakes, your friend asks for two cakes, how many do you have left?" I asked loudly. There's a joke in this, believe or not.

"...Ten cakes?" he slowly answered. Holy- he was right!

"Yep. Now this one's harder. You have ten cakes. A friend forcibly takes two cakes. How many cakes do you have left?" I asked again. I'll be amazed if he gets this.

"Ten cakes," he said again. Hah, he got it wrong!

"NOPE! You have ten cakes and a dead body," I said way too cheerfully. I can hear those two snickering behind me. This isn't even my joke, it's from one of my friends. From... Earth... Real life. This isn't a dream, this is as real as earth.

With a completely straight face, he said to me,"That's actually pretty good."

"I was not expecting that answer from you. That means you also have a morally lacking sense of humor! Come on you two, jump on the morally lacking bandwagon with us!" I said before running behind the two younger girls.

"We laughed, we're on the bandwagon," Gauche said blankly.

"Eh, do it any-ah! Don't jump on me! I'm weak! I'll die! Ah!" I started yelling after Droite decided to jump on me for some reason, causing me to fall to the floor while being used as a cushion. Oh, my poor back...

"Eh." Eh? Eh!? No, not eh! You get off of me now, or my lungs will go bye-bye!

"You're heavy! Please get off! I promise I won't be an imperiously condescending batterwitch! Actually I can't make that promise- ah! I swear you just crushed one of my riiiiibbbbbssssses!" I yelled while I tried to crawl out from under her. I don't know what's funnier, that an eight year old managed to make me beg for mercy, or Yeager's face right now.

"Aren't you overreacting?" Yeager asked slowly.

"NO, I'M NOT! PLEASE GET HER OFF OF ME! I'M DYING!" I yelled as I struggled to get her off me. ...This is actually really painful...

"I'll get off," Droite said as she stood up.

"Revenge! Ahah!" I yelled again as I clung to her left leg as tight as I could. She tried to tug her leg out of my grasp, only for me to strengthen my grip to the point where it almost hurt. She tried to walk away, though, it was more of a hop then anything else. She kept dragging me forward, trying to get me off, until I had ended up pulling off her shoe. At that point I calmly stood back up and straighten out my jacket and sat back in my seat, giggling with Droite all the while. I looked up, only to see a look that was a mixure of confusion and surprise on Gauche and Yeager's faces.

"What? Never seen a eleven year old act like a two year old before?" I asked the two of them.

"Not before I met you...," Yeager trailed out.

"Dwaaa, how sweet of you! That's the nicest thing anyone has even said to me, not counting the time my cousin called me an ugly stupid idiot!" I said with pretend happiness. Yes, the best insult my cousin could come up with was stupid idiot.

"Just do the test," Yeager said after a few seconds of silence. That's it? Okay...

I stared at the pages in front of me and filed through them. Only the first page was math, everything else were pages of science, Language Arts, and what I think was history. Let's see, what are the questions.

Study the way in which each pair of numbers generates a new value. 4, 1, 7. 5, 8, 2. 9, 11, 7. Find the value that would go into the blank for _, 3, 17.

Uh... Let's see... 4 times two is eight... minus one is 7... Oh! That's it! So the answer is 10!

Carlos' checking account balance is $586.23. If he withdraws $293.06 from the account, what will be the new balance in his checking account?

That's easy, 5 something minus 2 something is 293.17. This is an easy test.

If an angle has a measurement of 90, what is the degree measure of it's supplement?

Uh, shoot, I wasn't paying attention in math for this one. 99 plus 99 is... 198. 360 minus 198 is... 162... Divided by two is 81? Is that it? Uh... I think it has to do with 180, but 99 plus 81 is 180 too... Screw it, I'll put 81.

How many squares are in the figure below?

Nine obviously- wait. Actually, the square makes a square, and there's squares in the square, so it's 14 I think.

I continued to fill out the rest of the math questions with little to no difficulty, probably these things are easy. Eventually I came to the end of the page and looked over to see Gauche and Droite were both still on the first page and were staring at it like they were willing the question to solve itself. I don't blame them if they got the same test as me, these problems are probably not for someone who would be in third grade.

I flipped the page over to be greeted by word problems that were obviously science questions. I'm surprised about it since most of these questions seem to relate to Earth, which would actually make sense if Yeager wrote the test, which I don't really believe because I've seen his handwriting before in some of the notes he writes in the books he reads. It's actually pretty good, and it's a lot better than the hand writing of whoever wrote this test.

...I really mean it, whoever wrote this has really crappy handwriting...

Let's see, how seasons happen, axis tilt and revolution, name one element, water/H20, does the book have potential or kinetic energy, potential,and the last question, explain how the theory of evolution works-, what? All those easy questions and now this? Come on, I only remember fifth grade stuff, and bits and pieces of sixth. Ugh... Think... Oh! Its very existence makes fundamentalists believe it's a lie. There we go. Probably not the answer that was meant, but that question was broad anyway.

Next page is English, more like what's wrong with this sentence that uses horrific grammar. This page is going to kill me before I finish it. Oh, there's an 'explain what a verb is', it's an action. More questions, and I'm done with this too. Next is page is history. Oh shoot, I'm going to fail this.

How did various countries enter World War One?

Or not. Ugh, I didn't learn this in school. Thank god I'm a history brat. Alright, it started when the heir of Austria-Hungary, Franz Ferdinand, was assassinated in Serbia, causing Austria-Hungary to declare war on Serbia. Austria-Hungary had an alliance with Germany, causing Germany to declare war on Serbia, but Russia had ties to Serbia, so Germany also declared war on Russia, but Russia had an alliance with France, so Germany also had to declare war on France. To attack France, Germany marched through Belgium, who had a hundred year old treaty with Great Britain, so Great Britain declared war on Germany. After the Zimmerman Telegraph was sent, America soon declared war on Germany, and eventually, Asian nations like Japan joined in to gain respect from Western countries, my hand hurts.

Oh, my hand is dying. Ah... What's next...

In what way does the bombing of Pearl Harbor relate to the aftermath of 9/11?

WHAT? Uh... Well... After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Japanese Americans faced discrimination similar to what Muslims faced after 9/11. Something like that.

I skimmed through the page to see that there were a lot more questions that would get a text heavy answer out of me. I turn to the next and final page only to see that it was more text heavy answer inducing questions. I flipped to the previous page and filled out the rest of the page before flipping to finish the last page in what was probably half an hour. I can feel my hand cramping.

I flipped to the top page and went over it while checking for mistakes before doing the same to the last other pages. The last two pages stuck together, so I rubbed them apart, only to realize there was another page. I read through it a before I realized something. This is the answer sheet...

"Um...," I said as I looked up from the pagers and at Yeager. The other two were on the third page, Gauche farther ahead by two question. Not that I can read the questions... Thank god I was given a test in the Roman alphabet.

"Did you finish?" Yeager asked as he looked up from the book he was reading. He's always reading a book of some kind.

"Yes, but... You gave me the answer sheet," I said slowly. Please don't make me redo it, my hand hurts.

"You just noticed?" Yeager asked. Oh... he purposefully gave it to me.

"Yes..."

"I even had her make questions for a grade above you so you would skip ahead," he said as he bookmarked the page and closed the book. Was he trying to make me cheat...? That's a first. Wait, her?

"So, you were trying to make me cheat?" I asked to confirm my thoughts.

"Not really, I was just looking to see if you would cheat," he said as got up and took the test that I was holding out to him. What's the difference?

"Okay..." Lesson learned, Yeager is more of a troll than I thought.

The other two were staring at their papers with a killing glare again. It's a miracle that the papers haven't burned to a crisp yet.

Now what do I do? Sit here awkwardly? I knew I should have brought a book. I guess I just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. La la laaaaaa... Ugh, count backwards from a thousand in sevens. 1000, 993, 986, 979, 972, 965, 958, 951, 943, 926, 919, 912... I'm bored already...

Do I have anything in my pockets I could use? Um, a candy wrapper, pieces of dirt, a rock, a few rubber bands, and some twigs... Not that much- wait. When you crinkle a candy wrapper, it makes really annoying noises! Not to mention, a rock, rubber bands, and twigs! I can make a slingshot and... I think I'll just go with the first option.

Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle...

This is doing nothing for me...

How sanitary is the wrapper? I could try to bite it- yeah, chew on a wrapper that's been in your pocket for who knows who long, this is how you know you've reached the breaking point of boredom. Great Milieu, just great.

Think of another song, it will help. Um, Obey by Crusher-P made with Lady Parasec, yeah that will work. Comply to my will and obeyyyyy, obeeeeyyy, obbbeeeyyeeyyy! Wow! I'm as awful at singing in my head as I am out loud! OBEY, OBEY, OBEYYYY, OBEY, OBEY, OBEYYYYY! THIS ACTUALLY HELPS! CONDESCENDING SPACE DICTATOR MARRIED TO MUSIC PRODUCER MUSIC REALLY HELPS GET YOUR MIND OFF OF THE EXTREME BORDOM YOUR CURRENTLY FEELING! SHOOT NOW I HAVE ANOTHER SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD!

What's another thing to get your mind off of that song... Oh! A cover of Big Brother with Maki Watase! ...Also by Crusher-P... Well... It's in Japanese so it's going to sound like space gibberish in my head... And space gibberish turns into frustration after a while. Not that one I guess. Um... CONDESCENDING SPACE DICTATOR MUSIC! THINK OF THAT! I WILL NOT FALL TO YOUR ANARCHY! LISTEN AND DO AS I SAY! SUBMIT, SURRENDER, AND BEHAVE! That's better.

Ah...

Um...

STOP WITH THE UM!

Here's a duck...

There's a cat

Quack, quack, quack.

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

Moo...

That one didn't fit.

"Tf..."

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WAS THAT YEAGER? WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO ACTUALLY MAKE HIM LAUGH THAT WASN'T A PITY LAUGH? TELL ME WHAT I DID SO I CAN DO IT MORE! ACTUALLY, I MIGHT NOT WANT TO BECAUSE THAT MIGHT BE SCARY! I REALLY NEED TO STOP YELLING IN MY HEAD! IT MIGHT KILL MY ACTUAL HEARING! HOW? I DON'T KNOW OR CARE!

"What is it...?" I asked after a bit. Obviously this is a rare occurrence because even Gauch and Droite are surprised it's not a pity laugh.

"Nothing, it's just funny that she wrote the questions so broadly like she meant for you to put this," he answered after a bit, holding his hand over his mouth for some reason. Again with the she.

"Who's 'she'? A girlfriend?" OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL DROITE!? I'm really not mad at you, in fact, I find this hilarious, but you don't just ask that! Still, though, this is hilarious! Now don't laugh self, don't laugh self, please don't laugh self.

"Nein, definitely not. Definitely not. Definitely not..." Are you okay there? You seem like your trying to assure yourself she isn't.

"Oh, so are they the best friend of your girlfriend?"

I couldn't help, I laughed at that point. I swear Droite, your innocence is the real comical relief of us. Please, ask more questions, he'll actually answer them if you ask. He'll just ignore me so keep asking!

"Nein, I don't have a girlfriend..." Yeager trailed out. I'm starting to feel really bad for him. That look on his face does not look like it would be on a cold-blooded killer. It's looks a lot more like it belongs to someone whose friends are asking him questions he really doesn't want to answer. Wait... Why haven't I thought about that until now...?

"Really? But- mmph!" Droite was probably going say something that Gauche, her, and I had had a conversation about a week ago right after the whole 'my sister thinks you're hot' conversation, before Gauche covered her mouth. I don't blame her. Gauche had accidentally said her thoughts out loud which were something along the lines of, "he should have a girlfriend because he's so hot."

"I LOVE THESE THREE ALREA-"

"WHO THE HELL IS SHE?! HELP ME, I'M SCARED! WHERE'S A CLOSET FOR ME TO HIDE IN?! EHHHHH!" I yelled out of surprise as I hit my arm on the table while trying to hide underneath it. Who. Is. She?

"Um... There's a closet down the hall... I think. Is this normal?" the blonde asked. I didn't catch a good look at her but my flying spaghetti monster, I was scared enough to hide under table, and I'm not scared easily. ...Though, I may have been over reacting on purpose.

"YES, IT IS! IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL!" I yelled from under the table. Now here's a question for myself. Why am I doing this?

"Normally it's worse!" Droite chimed in. I swear... I can feel the annoyed look on my face.

"Worse?"

"Yep, lots! Some of it might have to do with-"

"Shut up, Droite!"

"Okay, sis."

"Yeah, it's also probably my fault that they're more or less okay with yelling shut up at each other!" I called out.

"Ja, I'll need to talk to you about that lat-"

"NO YOU DON'T!" I cut him off.

"Heh, I can already tell it's been interesting to deal with her," the blondie laughed out. Blondie...? What the hell is wrong with me.

"Ugh..." I pity him.

"Yeah, a weirdly extroverted introverted INTP probably won't get along well with an extreme ISTJ!" I yelled out.

"How do you know my personality type?"

"I guessed! Looks like I was right!"

"Guess mine!" the woman yelled excitedly. Um... definitely extroverted. Hmm...

"ENFP...? I thin-"

"YEP!"

Oh... She's a peppy person isn't she? I don't like peppy people, they're annoying... Then again, some people would call me peppy. I think abusive is a better word, because that's really what I see myself in situation where someone might call me peppy. Abusive carries an extremely negative connotation, though, but I'm not really not the nicest person in the world.

Why am I thinking about this now?

"So, small question, how long have you been in this room? I'm wondering since you and that guy seem to have teleportation abilities," I asked as I crawled out from under the table.

"I have a name," Yeager muttered. Uh...

"A, that doesn't sound like something you would say and B, you never told me it and those two just call sir or mister," I said as in stood up.

"Sir? Really? I never thought I would ever hear anyone call you that with how introverted you are! How cute!" the blonde said again. Now that I have a clear look at her, my Flying Spaghetti Monster, she looks like one of those people you're always told never exist once you hit puberty. By that I mean she's a blonde, probably 175 centimeters/5'10", really skinny person that could probably be a fashion model. My non-existent self esteem is being crushed.

Wait, she just called Yeager cute...

"SCARED!" I yelled as I jumped back under the table. Cute could be defined in many different ways, for instance, that puppy is so cute! Or, that guy is so cute! And of course, it's so cute I want to rip it's head off! The thing is, I don't want any of thoses to apply to him or I'm going to have nightmares.

A mild sigh came from Yeager's direction, and before my brain even registered what was happening, I wasn't under the table anymore and was being held up by the blond woman while I think I was sceaming to be let go of. I heard a slam to my right and saw that... Yeager had slammed his head into the table... I'm sorry this is way too funny!

And then it hit me.

"So, um... How did it get to this?" I cautiously asked while staring at the floor be I was still being held up. It doesn't help that I can hear those two sisters snickering in the background.

"Z-. That's a good question," the woman said as she put me down. You know, she looks and sound a bit...

"That's something we probably shouldn't try to answer. Anyway-"

"Are you his sister?" I asked the blonde, accidentally cutting Yeager off.

She looked surprised before she smiled and said, "Yeah, I am. I'm the older one by three years. Although, I'm still the middle child."

"How did you guess that?" Yeager asked me. Um... I might have just blurted it out without thinking...

"You have the same eyes, and I mean exactly the same. And she has a mild German accent. It's really light, though!" I said after a few seconds of trying to find a resemblance. That is all true, though. They both have indigo irises, however that works, and the blonde person did almost say zat's instead of that's.

"You know, I literally just realized that! We do have the same eyes! Poke, poke, poke, poke." she said while she started to poke Yeager's forehead. Try not to laugh, try not to laugh, try not to laugh.

"As I was trying to say before, Gauche, Droite, Milieu, this is my older sister Monika, that's spelled with a k for future reference. She tends to pop up randomly, so don't be surprised if you find her in your closet," Yeager said, seemingly oblivious that Monika was still poking his forehead. YES! I CAN STOP CALLING HER BLONDE PERSON IN MY HEAD!

"So who's more annoying, her, or Milieu?" Droite asked while Monika was still poking him. I wanted to ask that...

"I've grown up with Monika, and she tries to get me annoyed, while I feel that Milieu personality is what makes her so annoying-"

"We're both right here, you know that right?" Monika and I said together.

"Did you hear something?" Yeager asked.

"Really? You're going to play that game? Well then, I'M LEAVING!" I yelled while I walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway before asking a very important question.

"So, what are the directions to the nearest closet?"

Nothing like a ten hour plane ride to make you update.

Yeah... I'm sorry about me not updating more. On the bright side, when I do update, these chapters are longish. For instance, this one is at 12600 in the program I'm using.

Anyway, please drop a review/comment! It makes me really happy to see that people are actually reading this story! Also, as a test, put the words, "I leik dacks" in your review/comment so I can see how many people read the author's notes (don't ask about my word choice). Just don't physically drop a review on me because then you'll be dropping the weight of the internet on me and that's no fun!