Yumeí: Baron, you are so irritating.

Dream: I thought that was Ace who was annoying.

Yumeí: I was lying. They're both maddening.

Haloid: You're maddening.

Dream: I think you just got burned by a creature with no legs.

Haloid: Hey! Not my fault I only have two limbs! That's her fault. *points at Dream*

Dream: Guilty as charged. I thought it looked cool. Anyway, this is a mix of episodes 28 and 29.


Purple! My hair is purple!

Yumeí refused to let her mission get in the way of her wonderment of Vestal hair colors. Her Vestal form's hair was light violet and was very exciting, but she had to admit that black hair was more flattering for her.

"Yumeí," Haloid whispered. "I thought we were keeping an eye on Hydron."

"Oh chill," she responded casually. "I don't really have to keep track of His Royal Whiny-ness. Code Adam wants us to meet up with Mr. Ego. Klaus Von Hertzon. Ugh, that guy is irritating."

"Everyone is irritating, according to you," Haloid muttered under his breath. He was lucky Yumeí chose to focus on her excitement of being on a foreign planet rather than his attitude. She only spared Hydron a glance as he left the building, mentally attaching a doom-energy based tracker onto him.

"Okay," Yumeí muttered. "If I were an Ego King Human living on Vestal, where would I be hiding out?"

"Maybe in a palace as a real estate agent?" Haloid suggested. Yumeí looked at him blankly.

"Where did you pull that idea from?"

"Well, he is advertising," Haloid commented, flying over to a monitor. Yumeí looked, and sure enough, there was Klaus's unwelcome yet familiar face. Suddenly, she was seized by the desire to punch through the TV screen. She made do with punching the wall.

"Darn you, stupid noble German collector geek!" Yumeí mumbled. Haloid wondered what he'd done to her to get her so ticked off. Her words were soon unintelligible. Her bitter soliloquy continued all the way to his home, and she refused to be impressed by the castle, knowing it was for show-like the entire city of Las Vegas. With barely a thought, she formed a disk of doom energy that prevented the water from touching her, and walked over the surface of the moat, imagining Klaus' frustration when he found his defenses thwarted by a thirteen-year old.

After a loud knock on the door, Klaus answered, looking very surprised. He greeted Yumeí and let her in, and she grinned at his bewilderment.

"I was not expecting to have the, ah, pleasure of hosting you today," he said graciously. Yumeí flicked her long braid over her shoulder in distaste.

"Don't pretend. You hate me, and I hate you. This wasn't my idea."

"Did Shun force you to come?" Klaus asked, silently accepting the facts of their reletionship.

"In his dreams," Yumeí scoffed. "But I don't want to waste any energy trying to be nice to you. Let's not beat around the proverbial bush. Are you in?"

Klaus turned away and looked out one of the many windows. Haloid flew away from Yumeí's shoulder and went to go find Sirenoid. She paid no attention, and continued to watch Klaus' back, perhaps more hostile than Code Adam had specified, but oh well.

"I am afraid I do not know to what you are referring," Klaus answered at last. "Would you care to explain?"

"Hmm, lets see," Yumeí said sarcastically. "You met with my sister didn't you? The whole Vexos-are-making-a-comeback-and-we-need-you-to-be- on-board-with-the-Resistance thing. Because if you're working for the villans in this situation-again-then, I will have to take you out and man the Earth-to-Vestal interactions."

Finished with her threats and demands, Yumeí rolled her weight onto her left leg and waited. Klaus turned around and watched her with his deep blue eyes. Then, he sighed and smiled, one eyebrow raised.

"Is that all?" He asked wryly. "I thought there would be something more than that."

Yumeí rolled her eyes and tuned to leave. With the flick of a finger, she conjured a mini doom portal, from which she pulled a protesting Haloid. She told him to hush up as she stalked out of the castle. Klaus followed her to the door, trying to be a "gracious host". As if.

"Oh and by the way," Yumeí added as she walked out the door. "Ace Grit will be coming here soon, and will draw Mylene to your home. Just a bit of warning."

"Thank you," Klaus said, with feeling-possibly forced. "It is very kind of you. I do hope that the next time we meet, it will be under more pleasant circumstances."

Yumeí was half a mile away before it hit her.

"Was he just trying to...flirt?"

"If he was," Haloid said, "it was well concealed. I'd rather not think about the potential meaning of his words. It...disturbs me."

Yumeí scowled in the general direction of Klaus' house. No way josè, she thought. There is no flippin' way I'd even think about liking you.


Yumeí: Haha. Real funny.

Dream: Sorry?

Haloid: I don't think this is going to end well...

Yumeí: What was the point of this?!

Dream: Space filler? I don't know at this point anymore...I'm too tired from finals to think straight.

Haloid: Advice: get some sleep.

Dream: Sounds like a plan.