Kaya's POV

A day had passed, and we became settled in. June had got Drake some undercover clothes for leaving the house.

June and I exchanged a few questions, such as 'Was it Caine's plan for you to be here?' (No) and 'Is Perdidio Beach staying sane? Coates sure isn't…' (No).

I decided if I was going to stay here, I might as well go see Sam for confirmation and to avoid suspicion, so I did. Once I arrived at the house June told me belonged to him and Astrid, I knocked.

Astrid answered the door, and then cocked her head to the side.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Kaya Lacon. I used to go to your school." I said.

"Oh! Yes, I remember now. Why are you here?"

"I would like to speak to Sam please."

"Alright… I'll get him. Why don't you come inside?" She offered.

"Oh, okay."

I stepped inside, and sat on a couch, preparing myself. I needed to be convincing and I needed to gain Sam's trust. Then he appeared, startling me out of my thoughts. He looked surprised.

"It's you!" He exclaimed, looking all around me for anyone else. But Drake didn't know I was here.

"Don't worry. I would like to switch sides. I left Drake and the other Coates kids behind. June let me in. I would like to live in your town in June's house, if you don't mind." I said.

"Really… June, huh? And she just let you in her house. Well, then you're not lying, so I don't see why not. But, are you positive you have completely forgotten Drake?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes, I have realized what a heartless, psychopathic, killing machine Drake really is." I said. A stab of anger hit me in the chest, but I kept my stony expression.

"Good. But don't double cross us. We have Coates out numbered. We won once, we'll win again. But how the hell did you just disappear when I was shooting fire at you?"

"I understand. But you can trust me. And I can teleport. More than one person." I said.

"…I'll try. I see. Interesting power. That could come in handy. As for food, we have a system working out.

"My friend Quinn goes out and catches fish, and we hunt animals and pick fruit and vegetables, which can all be found at the market where the mall… was." He told me.

"Got it. Thank you. Now, I wouldn't want to intrude, so I'll just be on my way. But I have one question." I said.

"And what would that be?"

"When I came here, there were no guards except for June. Why was that?" I asked.

"Orsay…" He whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm not sure. Probably taking a break. June is perfectly capable of taking on many at a time." He says with a smirk.

'But she's so small…' I thought.

"Okay, well, I'll just be going then." I said. But I was suspicious. Guards don't all take a break at once. And who is Orsay?

When I got back, I found the house empty, but I saw the back door was open, so I went through it.

I was not expecting what I saw. Drake and June, fighting very fiercely.

June jumped in the air, twirled gracefully, and came down with her foot aimed at Drake's chest. He moved to the side just in time, grabbed her leg, and slammed her on her stomach.

She jumped up as quickly as she had gone down, avoiding the lashes of his whip, doing flips and cartwheels and moves that required extreme flexibility. She kicked high in the air, and Drake just managed to avoid an uppercut in the chin by ducking.

On the ground, he swung his leg around, knocking her off her feet, and pounced on her, whip raised. But he didn't slash her with it, which confused me. Weren't they trying to kill each other?

But he did want to. I could see it. His whip was twitching; his eyes had… an eerie look to them. But June showed no fear.

"Were you just going to stand by and let him kill me, Kaya?" June said with a smirk, her eyes not moving off Drake. This whole time I just had been staring, my mind swirling with confusing thoughts. It had happened so quickly.

"… Huh?" I asked frantically.

June laughed and Drake climbed off of her, reluctantly lowering his whip to his side. She jumped up quicker than I could ever manage. How were they both so fast?

"Why were you guys attacking each other?" I asked.

"It's called sparring, silly! We were practicing hand to hand combat." June said, as though it was obvious.

But neither one had a scratch on them, nor were they out of breath. Just a bit dirty.

"…Oh." Was all I could manage. How dumb of me.

"Well, care to join us? " Drake said.

"But, I… I can't fight." I said, ashamed. Drake raised an eyebrow.

"You're kidding. Not at all?"

"No…" I said. They exchanged a glance.

"Then we'll teach you!" June exclaimed.

"We?" Drake said.

"Of course!"

"…I'll help once you give her the basics." He sighed.

"What? Why?" She whined

"Because who has more patience here?" Drake asked, glaring at her.

"…Fine."

"You guys! I don't really need to know this! It's okay!" I said. June rolled her eyes, grabbed my hand and pulled me to take Drake's place, who had already disappeared into the house.

"Let's see what you've got." June said with a smirk.

-Break-

In ten minutes, my butt was sore from falling on it so much, my hands were scraped from breaking my fall, and I had bruises and cuts everywhere. If June really wanted to kill me, I would be dead.

I was sprawled out on the ground after a face plant, when I groaned,

"I suck… I can't do this."

"You're a beginner! You've learned to deflect a little bit, and I'll start teaching you some moves tomorrow. It's late, I'm hungry, so I say we eat dinner." She said.

I grunted in agreement, and she helped me up. After I was changed, I came downstairs to a disgusting stench.

"Ugh, what is that?" I asked. June turned towards me.

"Pea soup." She said simply.

"Well, it smells revolting."

"'Kay, well, have a super time starving!" She chirped. I couldn't help but laugh a little. I kind of like June now, though at first she really aggravated me.

Drake didn't come down to eat, even though June told him it was ready. So after dinner, I decided to take him a bowl. I put it down on a side table next to the bed, where he was asleep.

I turned to leave, but then I heard a crack and barely avoided Drake's whip. He lashed again and again, and I yelped as I tried to avoid all of his attacks, and somehow I got behind him, so I jumped on his back before he could turn around.

"Stop it Drake!" I shouted. He snickered.

"Not much, but I see June taught you how to deflect… a little."

"Drake! You could have killed me!" I said, glaring at him.

"Yeah whatever. Would you get off me now?" He said. I jumped down from him, slightly embarrassed.

Then I notice that I've been cut on my arms and legs, but not deeply. I sighed.

"Honestly, Drake. I'm going to go wash up and go to bed. I'm exhausted." I said, and was about to leave, when Drake said something.

"Uh…" He trailed off.

"Hm? What is it Drake?" I asked. He looked like he had many questions.

"…Never mind." He said, and then turned away from me.

"Okay…? See you tomorrow morning." I said uncertainly. He sighed. I left his room, washed up, and went to bed.

June's POV

I managed to jump away from the door just in time to hide when Kaya opened the door and went to her room. Well, sort of our room.

I have my own house, but I live alone, and so it's a bit lonely. I hang out here most of the time, spending the night often.

I knew what Drake wanted to say. This morning, we had a conversation.

"Where's Kaya?" Drake asked me when he walked down the stairs.

"Probably exploring the town." I said, deciding to lie since I didn't know if Kaya wanted Drake to know.

"Alright." He said.

I was so incredibly curious, that I let myself just read what he was thinking at the moment, but nothing deeper.

He was thinking of the night before, what I said about Kaya liking him. He thought it was idiotic and that she would just end up hurting herself. He also thought that he could never like her back… it just wasn't possible… this thought seemed to stir some emotion, and he figured that this was no good for him.

That maybe he should leave.

I withdrew before he could notice, and snapped him out of his thoughts, literally.

"Space cadet." I laugh. He growled.

"Whatever. Hey, since your power is useless for fighting, how do you defend yourself in fights?" He asked.

"What, you think I'm a weakling?" I countered.

"Actually, yeah."

"Oh, I'll prove you wrong, you son of a bitch." I said. And that's when our sparring started.

But hey, if he's not ready to talk about it, that's his problem. I'm guessing he hasn't had much experience with these things. I snickered and walked to my room.

I don't hate Drake. Sure, he's cruel, and sadistic, for that matter. But I didn't really know him. But, I did know that if he left, it would be better for Kaya. Kaya was very sweet and innocent.

I usually meddle with stuff like this. But it's definitely not my business.

And what happens happens sometimes. There's life for you, folks.

A/N: So… You like? Hmm? Review please!