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I do not own anyone or the Golden Sun series. I do own Azael and her Djinn, but not their species.
"What...?" Jenna repeated, her face growing even redder than when she'd been picked up by Ivan. She thought she'd liked him, but it turned out he liked Sheba, not her.
And it had been embrassing(when she'd been picked up by Ivan) because it was the first time she'd been carried like that by someone other than Felix... And he'd only been worried about her, which explained why he'd reacted the way he'd reacted.
But this time, she felt even redder in the face. Crap. She blinked when Piers glanced down at her, and she felt his motions; he'd begun walking towards the inn. Again. Not again. Jenna groaned, displeased.
"Are you alright?" Piers asked conceredly. "Yeah, I'm fine, she muttered." "Really? Because you feel a little warm--" "I'm always warm, Piers," Jenna intoned. "It's part of my nature. Mars element, remember? You should be worried when I feel cold."
She frowned. "But..." "What?" Piers asked again. Jenna sighed softly, then laid her head on his chest, the ice now all but forgetten.
"Well, Alex keeps showing up when I'm alone. How does he know that I'm alone?" "Perhaps," Piers said, and Jenna shifted her gaze to him, but all she could see of his face was mostly his chin, "it may be because you make quite a bit of ruckus when you're alone."
"I do not--" "Using the Burst Brooch?"
"Okay, fine, you've got a point, but I mean, how does he know where I am? I mean, he can't exactly just do that vanishing thing and go from one point to another over and over, just looking for someone," she muttered.
"You got a point there," Piers commented.
Jenna glared at him again. "Put me down now," she demanded.
"No."
"Please!"
"No, not until we reach our room," Piers shot back. "You're hurt, so you need to lie down."
"But Garet hardly had to lie down when I beat up him," she cried, "And either did Felix!"
"Well, you're a lady, you're more fragile..."
"Hmph! What about Ivan, then? He dies much faster than the rest of us...! What does that make me?! And Sheba dies faster than the rest of us, too...!"
"Yes, but we bring them back with Water of Lifes," Piers commented with a chuckle.
"Or Djinn if the occassion calls for it," Jenna muttered darkly, glaring at Piers. Stupid guy... "And I think this occassion might call for it soon."
"Well, however you threat me," the Lemurian said, "I'm still not putting you down--oof!"
Piers had arrived at the inn, along with Jenna(who was still in his arms, her face still red) but he;d collided with someone when he'd tried entering.
"Oof!" It was Felix, and he'd crashed into them.
"Hey, watch where you're going," Felix snapped before he realized who it was. "Oh, Piers! ...Jenna?! What happened?!"
Jenna opened her mouth to reply, but Piers spoke before she could. "Alex's what happened, that's what happened."
"You don't have to repeat it, you know. ...Alex attacked again?!"
"Yes. When she was alone. Again. How does he know those things?" Piers sighed to himself, then resumed his walking, but he'd barely set his foot on the bottom stair before Felix spoke up again.
"Well, perhaps he has a spy within this group." He was obivously glaring at Piers, but Piers smirked. "I am a Lemurian, not an Imilian, so why would I want to help Alex?"
"Well, maybe you don't like the Mars Adepts in our group," Felix growled. Piers laughed again. "You're strange," he commented with a laugh.
Felix growled again, and Jenna sighed. "Felix," she said, "Do you think he'd be carrying me even though I have just a bump on the back of my head if he hated me?"
"Ah? Oh, uh, good point. I'll go... Uh, see how that cake Mia's making is coming along." With that, Felix retreated, and Jenna glanced pointedly at Piers, who grinned and began up the stairs.
When they'd arrived at their room, Piers placed Jenna on her bed, where she crossed her arms, obivously irritated with him. "What?" Piers asked uncertainly; he hated it when others were mad. Ivan and Garet, along with Issac, often teased him of being a 'big softie' because of it. Jenna knew this, because they would often stay up late just to catch a good chance to poke fun at Piers.
"Hmph!" Jenna turned her head away from him, and Piers was now confused. "Well," Jenna, who was still irritated, said, "You shouldn't be so rude to ladies like that!"
"How was I rude?" Piers asked, a little more incredously than he'd asked. And too loudly, too, for he heard a loud cough that sounded oddly like 'Don't ask, you idiot!' coming from Ivan.