Hibisha: I do not own Inazuma Eleven. *sees the phone ringing and picks it up* Hello?

Stryker: Hibisha! How are you feeling?

Hibisha: *tearing up* Lonely! I miss you!

Stryker: *sniffing* I miss you too! *pauses* I also miss T.O.B.F!

Hibisha: But it's a good thing you call nearly every other night. It's like you never went away. Except now, I can't meet you.

Stryker: Do you know I'm not a pervert here?

Hibisha: that's because you have no one to be perverted to. You are only perverted to your really close friends. If people look at you now, they see you as a shy little girl. Boy, are they in for a surprise. Me and T.O.B.F sure were amazed how you changed from the quiet girl we knew in VIII to the girl you were in IX and X.

Stryker: I MISS YOU GUYS!

Hibisha: We miss you too. I just wish people would stop asking me "Are you still talking to Stryker?" GOD! Of course I'm still talking to my best friend! They'll ask me this today and then come back tomorrow to ask again. I could punch somebody!

Stryker: Lolz. Have fun.


"Introducing the First Ones: Big-D"

Big-D stared at the car in amazement. Being born in a rich family, Big-D used to have a lot of cars. But even then, he had never seen a car like this. It was perfect- there was no other way to describe the gorgeous ton of metal and god knows what else they have in cars.

He just couldn't get over Sandster's luck- he always got all the girls and now, he was getting celebrities and a CAR? "No fair," he muttered although he knew his friend deserved the present.

He was always working and so serious but why give him a damned car? Couldn't muffins suffice? Or weren't the first million bucks enough?

He made his way towards their garage, hoping to find some peace and relaxation in his private room. Rose and Sandster kept to their rooms but he preferred the garage over the tight claustrophobic rooms. He was pulling the keys out of his jeans when he saw a wicker basket covered with a pristine white cloth.

Curious, he made his way towards it cautiously.

For fuck's sake, I hope it's not a baby someone's left for us to take care of.

Seriously, vampires were meant to kill and cause terror and fear to rise amongst the humans- not provide a day care center for them. What was the world coming to? First, celebrities pop out of nowhere and throw around millions of dollars like spit and now, someone had probably left a baby on his doorstep.

Him, the first one, the very first one who had attempted to create an evil undead army and take over the world. He suddenly felt the need to go and bang his head against a rock. Stupid humans, he was positive he hadn't been this naïve and idiotic when he'd been one.

Well- sort of anyway. He'd always been the paranoid kind but look how well that had paid him off! He was a freaking vampire who lived in a house and was expected to behave like some kind of a dumb pet dog! Sheesh, talk about caged animals!

He was now within inches of the basket and as of yet, he couldn't smell the baby at all. No, he didn't need an incredible sense of smell at the moment- babies always smell milky and of something gone sour and rancid. Powder puffs- that's what they were! They were so disgusting and gross; he could swear he'd never been one.

Unable to stand the suspense anymore, he reached out and flipped the cloth off to see the basket filled with freshly baked, large golden brown muffins. Damn! I hate that woman!

Well, Sandster had his car so he really didn't see any point in giving him the muffins. You couldn't have everything in life- he'd make sure of that. Mine!

He picked one up and bit into it, blinking when the rich chocolate pervaded his mouth with sweet sugary goodness. Okay, he really hated her now. These were obviously meant for Sandster anyway but he would never get to see them. He was jerked out of musings when he saw a stark white envelope lying underneath the basket, its corner only just peeping out.

Probably another note to his friend about his adorable smile or something freakishly revolting like that. Honestly, females were just sick at times like these. He was about to leave the envelope there but something made him stop and pull it out.

She probably sealed it with a kiss or something, crazy stalker girl!

He slit the envelope open carefully, doing his best to avoid touching the parts where her name was signed. To Mr. Bucket of sunshine (not).

Yeah, it was definitely for Sandster- he had an awful sense of humor. He could swear to that, remembering the countless times Sandster had yelled at him for being too silly or irresponsible. Or worse, immature and of course, his favorite word- 'not funny'. Okay, it wasn't a word but to him, the way Sandster yelled without pausing for breath, it was more like 'notfunny' and thus, a single word.

Of course, it was accompanied by profanities. And they called him childish- they threw tantrums too.

He slid the paper out and saw that there was a pair of keys in the envelope which had made it so heavy. He had been expecting more cash and bills but shit, was had she given that ungrateful guy now? A HOUSE? He already had a car!

He proceeded to unfold the letter when his eyes widened. In his hands was an ebony black sheet of paper on which was written with bright, cheerful blue letters:

Dear Mr. Bright and sunny:

I hope you've figured out what's going on by now because if you haven't then I take back the 'bright' from your name. Don't let me down, mate! Otherwise I'll personally come and tear your balls out- if you grow a pair first that is. =.=

Okay, enough chit chat, I know what you've been thinking of me and the words 'slut' , 'stalker' and 'deranged' must be in your mind as we speak but fear not! I'm not those things at all- I'm much, much worse! ^^

Anyway, I know you'll be like, 'what the hell is she even talking about?' and 'Sandster doesn't hate her' but dude, how dumb can you get? Just shut up and listen to me- er- read me. XD Wait, that sounds odd. O.o

So here goes; Manboobs, I'd like you to take the keys and try them on the new lock on the garage door since your old one probably won't work anymore. I just thought you'd like a little something, especially after all the attention your 'brother' gets.

So stop worrying and kill the jealousy. *yes, I know you're jealous- any dingbat with eyes could see that! AND NO, STOP! Don't you dare think what I KNOW you'll think, "So she's a dingbat with eyes" KNOCK IT OFF! 77

And For Gawd's Holy Sake, STOP CALLING ME NAMES! OwO I ain't done nothing to you!

Love,

~Witchy God Bitch~

PS: If you ever call me that, == I'll ensure your slow and torturous death. See ya! ^^ Witch or Bitch is just fine... No attaching the holy name with it too often. OwO Have a good day!

And please, I gave you the hunk of junk and scrap metal to be happy, not go gangster.

I'm off girlfriend, ever need me- just whistle and no, I'm not your pet dog. I swear if you call me to do something stupid like your homework, I'll stick it up your ass.

~Au revoir babe

He stared at the paper then read it again- wait, Man boobs? Babe? Girl friend? Grow a pair? And she told him to fucking STOP CALLING HER names? This meant war- but then he caught sight of the threat, scanned it and decided hating her in silence would suffice at the moment.

After all, why take chances?

He pulled the keys out and fervently prayed to whoever was above to come and aid him-Scrap metal? Junk? What was it that she had put into his precious garage- a tricycle? A pogo stick? But those didn't make him a gangster….

Wait, she couldn't have put in a crane in there right? Or a gun? A LOT of guns? Perspiration trickled down his face, sweaty palms fumbling with the keys she had provided. Here goes nothing, he thought, squeezing is eyes shut just in case an android version of himself came out. It fit with the whole message thing and he wouldn't put it past her.

This girl, oh wait, 'bitch' aka 'witch' could do anything it seemed.

Although, as fate would have it, he didn't know what to do with the keys till he saw the tiny button on the keychain and pressed it. The door slowly swung upwards- matrix style. God, he really hated that girl! Just hurry up, you damn door! There was no way he was wasting his youth watching it open.

And the suspense, it was killing him! You know, it would have if he had been alive and not an undead creature of the night- who could roam the streets in broad daylight and would be going to high school soon. Yay- not! Who said he wasn't original.

Finally, he saw a piece of paper taped to the other side of the door when he ducked underneath it and crept in. Hey, it sure beat waiting till he was eighty!

The note was pale lavender with bright florescent blue words inked on it.

Yo man boobs;

I knew you wouldn't be smart enough to figure out that you could adjust the speed of the door and could crawl in! ^^

Hah, he thought triumphantly, she was wrong! He had crept in! He continued reading and his spirits fell immediately.

Or maybe you crept in or rolled in, whatever. I'd just like to tell you that you can switch the gears for the speed.

Forever yours-

WGB

PS: There's a manual lying around in the room. You can read it if you don't have a life so I expect you to know it by heart the next time we meet!

Oh and balling the paper up and throwing it away won't solve your problems- it'll just make you a great big kid. Toodles poodle, I'll see you around! Or not…. ._.''

He stared at the note incredulously. How was it that she seemed to be able to guess everything he was thinking? He sighed, shaking his head and pushed the thought aside.

It looked like his dislike wasn't unrequited. She didn't like him any better than he liked her which was zilch. He was sure he'd never like her.

Muttering to himself and balling the paper up regardless of her comment, he threw it against the wall when he noticed for the first time that he wasn't in is familiar haven anymore. She had intruded it- destroyed he peace and divine feel of the place.

She had- she had… She had CLEANED the garage! He scowled, hating her present more than ever.

Great, Sandster gets a stupid fucking car and I get my personal space invaded by that bloody girl! He wanted to tear her throat out when he noticed her!

She stood in the corner of the garage, leaning her amazing hot body against the wall. He nearly drooled when he saw her.

Bright blue swirls and black shone underneath the over head lights as he made his way towards her, barely registering that until a few hours ago, his garage hadn't had those lights. He wanted nothing more than to touch her, feel the gorgeous work of art underneath his fingers. He wanted to ride her more than anything in the world.

"It's beautiful!" he cried out, his eyes widening behind his shades as he sank to his knees. He had never seen a better bike in his life. And he had been pretty filthy rich too so not many things impressed him but this amazing display of black metal with slender blue flames along with shining silver accessories made him want to hug Zonex.

I love her!

He suddenly whooped, jumping into the air. He was ecstatic, no, he was beyond ecstatic- if that was possible! He was definitely dreaming but a hard pinch made him realize it was real.

He trailed his fingers on the shining handle bars delicately, checking out the engine it had. Dear Lord, it seemed to be one of those top of the range, million dollar bikes he had often wistfully dreamed of owning just a few weeks ago. He'd name it Charlotte or Lucy- she was too awesome to not have a proper name and besides, all real bikers named their rides.

Okay, she'd told him not to act like a gangster and regret seeped through him.

Okay, Zonex was an idiot to splash her money around like this but he had to admit, she had style. Any girl who could pick this kind of heavy machinery couldn't be all that bad, could she?

On further inspection, he found that she had even provided him with matching jean jackets and leather jackets, black studded gloves as well and big black boots.

He'd wait until he met her and then he'd propose to her- he was serious. She was awesome!

And the best part was, she hadn't left another annoying message for him. She probably hadn't wanted to ruin his joy for him. Well, she was wrong about that one. NOTHING could ruin this moment!

He bellowed for Rose to come out and see his shiny newest of wheels. Yeah, life was definitely looking up.


Hibisha: Sigh~ He hates my sister.

Zonex: Meow!

Stryker: Is that all she can say?

Zonex: You WANT me to tell you how awful your new shirt looks? It looks like a shirt without the 'R'.

Hibisha: Oh she's done it now. Read and review while I try to get her good mood back.