Chapter twenty six: Haven Destructed
The room was an average, every day, hotel room. It had white walls, with neat beds, there were five of them. Beside each of them separating them, were brown side tables with lamps on them, too. The carpet was an ugly grey color with specks of brown dotting the areas of carpet randomly. My footsteps were soundless as I walked slowly towards my team. They all had their backs turned to me; they were probably staring at someone across the way who forgot to close their window. I carefully treaded across the way, and was soon only a few steps away from them, when I caught the direction of their eyes, they were staring right ahead; clearly something was interesting here.
As quietly as I could, I gently laid my hands on Tala's shoulders and managed to stifle a laugh. Tala startled slightly, which caused me to laugh. I threw back my head, and closed my Frostic eyes. The laugh that escaped my lips was loud and obnoxious. It caused itself to echo through the room, and leak through the doorway into the hallway. It was deep and long. Tears began to stream down my red face, and my arms began to wrap themselves around my tiny figure. To what people do not know, it sounded drunk; the drunk laugh. By now, the rest of the team had looked back at me almost instantly as soon as I had opened my mouth. They all waited for me to cease, and quietly took a timid step back.
In about 10 minutes, I was sated, and stopped laughing. There was an abnormal electric streak in my normal wintry eyes. My hair had turned to brilliant silver as it flowed over my shoulder in one cascading motion. It was still in a pony tail though.
Tala and the rest of them had regained their calm composure. I smiled slightly up at them; my calm demeanour not appearing just yet. I slowly took in deep, calming breaths, and gazed at them expecting them to walk away. Instead, they calmly told me what they had been staring at. It seems that a cat had just landed on the porch outside of my window. They were slightly confused as to why it was there. But, the cat had been startled at my laugh, and had long ago run off. The corner of my mouth had lifted slightly as I listened to their story. I calmly shook my head, and walked past them to sit on my bed.
It was covered in thick, mahogany blankets. It was slightly hard too, might not have been in use for a little while; I mean who in their right minds orders a five bed room?! I smirked to myself again, and slowly got up to stare out at the window. I had a clear view of the city below me. As I gazed out of it, I noticed the radiant setting sun. It cast its rays of golden and saffron across the city of Tokyo, Japan. The sky had turned a deep fuchsia, plum, and cherry red. As I stood there lost in my own little world, Tala joined by my side. I hadn't heard the door close; we were alone.
"It's so beautiful" He murmured absently. His polar eyes were set straight ahead. His hands were at his sides; surprisingly not crossed. I nodded to him slowly as my eyes drifted up towards him. He was so handsome; cut just couldn't suppress how great he looked right now, with the glow of the setting sun glinting into his Frostic eyes. It shimmered in his crimson hair, and made it glow even more. His face didn't seem as pale as before, and his eyes seemed softer.
My stare had been noticed, as he watched me in return. He raised a single eyebrow, and I quickly turned away. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Why hadn't he said anything about it? The silence remained between us as we stood watching the sun peacefully.
Kiyoko's POV
My neko-jin had appeared as soon as we first set foot into the room. My long black tail swung around me restlessly. Was this really where we were staying? As my violet slited eyes searched the room quietly, Tyson ran ahead of me and immediately sat down on one of the closest beds. Kai then sighed lowly, and calmly walked past me soundlessly. Kenny and Hillary followed as well, bickering over something, as usual. My black cat ears dropped slightly as I timidly walked in. I had soon located my own bed, the one farthest away from everyone else, and walked slowly over to it.
The mahogany covered bed was soft, so it didn't hurt when I sat down on it. My tail still swung around my body edgily. Tyson and Hillary were now arguing, probably over where they were going to sleep. My purple eyes scanned the carpet below me, and only then did I realize just how dirty it was! It looked as if it were never cleaned! With a disgusted look, I quickly glanced up at Tyson and Hillary. My black cat ears twitched as I calmly eavesdropped on them.
"I want this bed, not you, Hillary!" Tyson yelled fervently.
"Tyson, you are such a jerk! This one's mine, get off it!" Hillary quickly retorted.
This continued until Kai stepped in between them. I watched silently as with just a glance, both had managed to shut up. Kai then picked up Tyson by his collar, and threw him off of the bed that the two were fighting over. Tyson leaped up, and started yelling at Kai now, only to be stopped abruptly by a single glance from Kai. Hillary didn't try to pick anything with Kai; I've known from watching him that he can get quite aggressive when he's in a bad mood. So, she just turned on her heel, and stomped over to me. Hillary was somewhat annoying at times, but otherwise, she was just a girl.
"Kiyoko chan, how can you just sit there and not do anything about Tyson?! Doesn't he bother you at all?!" Her high pitched yelling hurt my ears, which made me give her a calm, collected glance. Hillary remained ranting over how annoying Tyson was, until I quickly got up from my sitting position. I then calmly went to my window, and opened it silently. As quiet as I could, I gingerly stepped onto the railing, and looked around the calm city. I then switched into my other form; a black cat with glowing yellow eyes that could penetrate even the darkest of souls. I soon leapt down to the nearest railing, and continued to do that quickly until I got down to the bottom and onto the sidewalk. My large cat-eyes searched the place expectantly, and ran off in a random direction. I don't always care where I'm going, as long as it's new and somewhat dark. I quickly found my place, a dark alley, and continued to run down it swiftly.
Rin's POV
My eyes had no more light in them as I calmly scanned the area that was to be our room. It was a mess; I could have gotten a better one on my own! 'I can't believe she called my 'Caitlin', guess she is like most of the people here in Japan, all about the respect thing and such. Screw them!' I thought bitterly. As I quickly moved to the bed farthest from everyone else, I was aware of the hateful gaze on my back coming from the only other girl on this team; Mariah. Oh I hate her! She's so happy and preppy; it makes me want to break her neck! But, that would surely mean that I'd be put into jail, where Boris could find me again.
I sighed lowly to myself as I sat down on the chestnut coloured bed. My hostile mood was of nothing less then what I'd normally give to my team. These people have no idea what I've been through, and what they'd take out of it, they would probably brush away. Well, not all of them, maybe Ray would understand, but then again, I have been wrong of people before.
In the background of my thoughts lingered the faint sounds of my bit beast, Oceanna. She would constantly bicker in my mind over pointless things, and then she'd go insane, causing me to become something beyond normality. In the room with me, Ray was calmly sitting cross-legged on his bed, listening patiently as Mariah argued with her brother, Lee, once again. I hate them all, they're too happy for their own good! They have no knowledge of the outside world, of how cruel and unusual they can be. They know nothing!
As my thoughts filled with morbidity consumed my head, I failed to notice that the setting sun had become black. And the sounds of the night had filled the air. Mariah's and Lee's fight had been cleared, and both were now sitting calmly on the coach watching something stupid. They would never know, they'd never understand. They wouldn't ever be able to comprehend my sorrow and regret that has filled me for so many long years of my life so far.
Kiko Chan
Tala had left me long ago, and now I sat on my bed gazing mindlessly up at the white ceiling above me. My polar eyes soon closed and my distinct ears caught the sounds of the night. The small chirping of the crickets, the light sound of the wind batting at the window; it sounded so peaceful. Yes, peace, the word that was alien to me for the last few weeks on endless training, and with the fear of Boris in every corner, sleep was hard as well. The silence was soon grating on my last nerves; where was my team?
As if they knew instinctively, the sound of a door creaking reached my ears. My eyes immediately snapped open and my body sat up straight. 'Where did they go? Did they even think of calling me, there is a phone here after all!' My urge to snap at them became stronger, but I knew that I shouldn't. I delicately stepped onto the soft floor, and slowly walked past the white curtain, and walked towards them. They quietly lifted their heads from undoing their iron toed boots. I calmly leaned against the wall and kept my hostile gaze on them all. They seemed to notice my pissed off mood, and stood up straight.
It was a little while before any one of us spoke up; the silence was unbearable! Tala soon broke it though, with his crisp, cold words, "look, don't get irritated just because we got home late! You didn't want to train, so we left to do so, if you don't take this tournament seriously, then maybe you should go back to Russia, on your own!" My arctic eyes suddenly widened from their once peaceful state. What did he mean exactly? Why was he suddenly snapping at me like this? My slow sanity was quickly waning.
"Watch yourself, Valkov! You know that you need me that would be why you asked me to join this pathetic team! The only reason why you're training in the first place is because you feel inferior to me, and the rest of the bloody teams here! Get a life will you, its only one tournament, it doesn't mean anything! There are always newer and better ones out there; as is better and newer teams to be on!" I snapped back at him.
An irritated spark soon filled his normally unfeeling eyes. His fists soon started shaking slightly from anger. "Well then, if you want to leave so badly, then get out!" His words stung like ice shards, and the rest of the team knew it from looking at my slightly weakened look. He continued though, "you should know by now that we train everyday, no matter the circumstances! If you can't handle it, then you are weak! If words hurt you, then you are weak! If you're scared of tiny things like heights and spiders, then you are weak! If you care so much about our safety, then leave, this is not what our team is based on! We're not inferior to anyone; we just like to keep top of our game! Because, losers like you make us lose matches, which makes us lose the respect that we deserve, the fear that we yearn! You know what, Boris was right, you are a loser, and no amount of training can fix that, I wish I had never met you!" His voice was dangerously cold as he spat out the last sentence. I started to shake as unwanted memories consumed me again.
My eyes clouded over, and I moved my head sideways so that my dark bangs could cover up my quickly tearing up eyes. Bryan gave Tala a very distrusting look, and nudged Spencer calmly. Spencer got the message, and both shuffled over to the table beside the kitchen area. Ian quickly followed after giving a one last glance towards me. Tala stood there shaking slightly as what he said had finally sunk in. His electrified eyes soon calmed down and he looked back at me with his calm, tundra coloured eyes. I remained still while shaking slightly as past events filled me entirely. 'Am I such a pathetic loser that now everyone can tell?' As I bantered in my mind, Tala cautiously stepped towards me with an almost soft glow emitted in his eyes. He gently placed a strong hand on my thin shoulder, which snapped me from its grasp. Tension ran through my body at the touch of his hand. I quietly drew away from him and stepped back into the room.
Tala didn't try to say anything, but as I lifted my gaze into his own icicle-like eyes, I saw hurt and confusion. I quickly pulled my stare away, and turned my back to them all silently, and made my way towards the curtained side of the room. As I slipped past it, I calmly sat on my bed with my body still shaking. 'Maybe I don't belong on this team, if those words affected me so badly. This is the type of team I'm on now, the cold-hearted kind. I don't belong here, I don't belong anywhere! Why am I here anyways? Oh, that's because they're using me to get back at Tyson Granger san or something like that. They're just using me; I'm just their play toy, nothing less and nothing more.' As I sat there dejectedly in a world of my own, soft sobbing sounds escaped my mouth quietly. The tears reluctantly rolled down my fair face (she thinks that crying is a weak thing).
Blitzkriegboys' POV
Meanwhile, outside of the curtained area, Tala was struck senselessly about the events that had just occurred. Bryan, Ian, and Spencer were sitting solemnly at the kitchen table. Tala remained standing where Kiko chan had left him. Soon after she had left and the silence still endured, Bryan started shaking his head, and his teal eyes closed silently. Spencer kept his own grey eyes on the table before him. Ian kept on petting his riffle that was longer then his own body.
Tala sighed deeply, and soon his own subzero-eyes closed as well. He quickly went over to the other side of the table and sat down. After more minutes of never-ending silence, Bryan cleared his throat, and opened his dark teal eyes, "Tala san, why did you say that to her?" Tala looked up at him with his chilly eyes. Bryan understood that he meant 'continue' or 'I'm not sure'. For now, he was safe from any harm. "She may be part of our team, but she is still a girl. We haven't brought this up yet, but we do need to be more," his cobalt blue eyes then started to circle the room looking for an answer that was not there.
Tala sighed deeply, and his Frostic eyes searched Bryan's face. "Bryan san, I know what your trying to say, and you are right. But, she also needs some backbone; or what use was it bringing her here?" Spencer and Bryan nodded in agreement, and Ian looked up suddenly. "I think it might be wise, to treat her like she is to be expected of with us around and when others' are around." A small spark appeared in his teal eyes.
"Tala san, we should ask her to act a certain way around us when the spot light is on, but either way, there was no excuse for what you told her. It looked as if she might have cried slightly from it. Besides, girls' hormones are...interesting...different then ours."
"I know that, Bryan!" Tala snapped back at him. Bryan's hard face didn't flinch as he spat out those words. They were all used to themselves being cold and rash full by now. Tala then sighed again, and moved his stare towards the table once more. "Look, all I'm saying is that she needs to toughen up a bit, that's all."
"Even so, Tala san, you should still see if she is alright." Spencer's bold voice broke out. Tala shot him a glance, and nodded once more. Tala soon got up, and slowly went towards the curtained area.
'How do I ask if she's alright? I've never been in this kind of situation before; these emotions are all new to me. I hate feeling like this; this feeling of guilt is suffocating me. I don't even know if she's angry at me or if she's crying in there.' Tala thought as he made his way towards the curtain.
'He's doing it, wow. I wonder why? He's never apologized to us before, why her all of a sudden?! Oh well though, she is on our team, and she probably battles better when she's not crying, weird girl. I'm going to be alone forever, might as well not let myself get too attached to her, if Tala does like her anyways, then he might be even worse. He might be so angry and confused by his emotions and by her actions, that he might loose it more often. He might get outraged at us if we dared to talk or look at her, but it is his life, and not mine; I no longer have to just worry over if we win or loose, same thing with Tala now.' Bryan thought.
As Tala stepped soundlessly across the room, and he soon got to the curtain; he lightly knocked on the wall beside it. "Kiko chan, are you in there?" There was no answer, "Kiko chan, if you don't answer me, then I'm coming in." There was no answer, only the slight noise of shifting sheets. 'She must be on her bed; did I really make her cry?' He slowly pulled the curtain back, and stepped in inaudibly. His glacial eyes rested on her back as he came in. 'Her back is turned to me, she must really hate me.' He thought desolately.
Kiko Chan
I turned my back to him so that he couldn't see the tear streaks down my face. I quickly rubbed away any signs of crying with the back of my hand, and attempted to ignore him. No matter how hard I tried though, I couldn't block out his words, or the fact that his footsteps were growing louder. 'What is he doing?' I thought calmly. I soon felt the bed give slightly as someone else's weight was on it, too. Alarm ran through my body, what was he going to do? I slowly got up and sat upright to gaze at him sadly. He saw it in my now cloudy eyes, and his own had suddenly reflected it.
"Kiko chan, I...you were crying right?" The look on his face showed genuine worry, which worried me as well. I nodded slightly to him, and sniffed quietly. Tala nodded as well, and his eyes searched the floor anxiously. I slowly made my body move closer to him, and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. Instantly his head snapped up and his eyes met mine for a moment. In that brief moment I felt like I was looking at him, the true him. His worry was reflected in his eyes, his guilt, and his dejection, his everything. But, after that moment, it seemed less tense.
"Tala kun, I'm sorry for flipping out like that, you were right, it was uncalled for. I may be pathetic now, but I can be like you guys and make you all proud of me!" Tala's eyes seemed more worried now then before. What did this mean? "Tala kun?"
"No, I don't want you to be like us, like me. I just haven't dealt with girls before, and don't know what is expected of us from you. You weren't in the wrong for getting cross with us, and next time we'll call. The only thing I want to know is: will you still be like that..., like this in public?" His voice was lower then before, but still reached me powerfully.
"I prefer to act cold and indifferent in public, that is what you want, right?" His eyes had diminished in feeling, and now looked dim. I felt that his hope was losing to something.
"Kiko chan, it's not what we want, it's what you want. Just be yourself, people seem to like it better when you are yourself anyways." His voice was the same tone, but it felt weaker then before somehow. I smiled slightly though, and my polar eyes didn't diminish.
"I want to be that way, but not all the time, so, I'll try to be cold and collected; but I might not do as well as you guys!" I said jokingly. At this though, Tala's head snapped right up, and he kept his cold gaze fixated on me. 'Did I say something wrong?' I kept my own stare on him as well, and so badly wanted to ask what I did that was wrong. I guess he noticed that I was confused, and calmed down somewhat once more.
"We don't intend on keeping in-touch with you after this, so don't start getting any ideas that we could ever be friends." That was the last statement he said before he got up, and strolled to the other room quickly. I was left there blinking in utter confusion; was what I said so bad? I thought we were beginning to be friends, after what he told me and what I told him. I even promised to never leave him; and they say I'm confusing! What does he mean exactly? What are his intentions? His mood swings are just as odd as my own; I think he does want me to be his friend, but just doesn't want to admit it. Boys are so strange! Exasperated, I laid down on my bed, and closed my eyes. Soon, I had drifted off to a rather confusing dream; weird.
Morning
I woke up tiredly, and rolled over to my side facing the curtain. There was no sound in the room, which slightly worried me. Had they left me yet again? How rude! I quickly sat up, and searched the part of the room which was mine. My suitcase was over by the wall by the curtain, and there was nothing else but a side table beside my bed. As I was glancing around the room, my arctic eyes caught sight of the red lights in the clock beside my table; it read: 5:49 am. I smirked suddenly, no wonder there wasn't any noise; they were all asleep.
I tried going back to sleep, but every time I tried, I failed. After a few vain attempts, I sighed and got back up again. I stretched quietly, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I walked casually towards my suit case, and opened it up just as quietly as I had stretched. I then yawned and politely covered my mouth with my right clenched hand. As soon as I was awake, I began searching in my suit case.
Something had caught my eye as I dumped everything out of it (too lazy to actually dig through it!). A small folded piece of white paper fell from my bag. I studied it calmly with eyes of wonder, and threw my bag on my bed. My clothes were all over the floor now, and everything else in it, which included books, jewellery, comb, brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, nail polish, you know all the basic needs of any girl. And, I sat in the middle of it all, holding a small folded paper. I turned it over in my hands, and judging from the crease in it, it was folded recently. The paper was white computer paper, and it had my name in nice, neat, and black lettered hand-writing. It was also in English. I carefully opened it up without tearing it, and read the letter quietly.
It read:
Dear Kiko chan,
I know this sounds formal and such, but I didn't know how to start a letter any other way. I'm sorry for my words last night; I just didn't know what to say. When you said that we were cold and collected all the time, it made me wonder if we really were. We do try to not sound that way or act that way, but we do come across as that a lot. I don't want you to stay like us, and I do want us to be friends, but I'm not sure how the team would take it, erm, will take it. But, judging from what they said and acted last night when you left crying, I think they want to be friends too. Since you have no where else to go, even if we lose this tournament, we'll still stay in touch and be a team. Don't tell the rest of the team about this either, okay? They will harass us for it, mostly me. I don't know how to apologize, so this'll have to do for now, until I get the hang of it; Kiko chan, if you forgive me, just act normal towards us, uh, me. If not, I understand, and you can ignore me all you want. I truly enjoy having you on the team, and hope to get better acquainted with you later on, bye, Kiko chan.
-Tala.
The letter was in English, and it was written in the same font and style as my name was on the front. I smiled softly as I re-read it a second time. This was the kind of apology that I could understand, and not feel guilty about. Usually, when someone says sorry, I feel like it's my fault, and feel even more awkward afterwards. But, because it was in a letter form, and he didn't ask me to say 'I forgive you', I felt relieved and happier then before. But, something tugged on me from the back of my mind; how did he sneak in here last night, and put it in my bag without my knowing it? Wow, I must be a deep sleeper or something. I quickly shrugged it off, and got up from the dirty floor. I quickly walked over to my side table, and opened the drawer to it. I was about to release it, when I thought that I might forget about it if I do place it in there. So, instead I closed the drawer again, and re-placed it in a side-pocket in my bag.
I sighed softly, and scanned the floor wearily; I made a mess first thing in the morning, how cool! I gradually slumped down and began putting the rest of my belongings back into my suit case. I picked up a tight T-shirt, which was black and had black netting underneath it, and found my black jeans with a silver dragon up the one leg. I quickly changed into that, and began placing all of my chains, spikers, rings, etc. But, today I decided to place the rest of my earrings in too, well at least more then the one hole. I changed the one set of normal silver hoop earrings, and replaced them with silver hooped ones that were really small. They were right against my ear and left no space in between the earring and my ear. I did the same to the other hole above it; unfortunately I had to re-pierce it though.
Quickly after chucking the clothes I had been wearing the day before into my suit case, I wandered out quietly and searched the area. My team was still asleep; including Tala! I smirked, and leisurely went into the bathroom and shut the door. The bathroom was plain, it looked somewhat of the bathroom back at home, but it was way smaller! I promptly brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and went to the bathroom. When I was washing my hands, I heard a slight shifting outside the door. I shrugged slightly, and gazed at the mirror for a few minutes, and then dashed outside of the bathroom.
When I was outside of the bathroom, I gazed up at the looming, shirtless, Tala. My eyes widened slightly as seeing him shirtless for the first time (hahaha, she didn't remember the other time!). "Um, hi, I'm just going to go...back into my room...yes...my part of the room...mhm...I'll...um..." I stuttered up at him. My voice was somewhat quiet, and my face blushed lightly. Tala cocked an eyebrow, and I silently walked towards my part of the room. I felt his gaze in my back as I uncomfortably made my way back. But, Tala isn't exactly a silent person when he wakes up.
"Kiko chan, what are you doing in here?" A tired voice broke out. My eyes widened more as I silently hoped to not see another one of my team members shirtless; but life is full of loss. Bryan was sitting on his bed staring at me, and he was shirtless. My face flushed a lot more, and I hurriedly ducked behind the curtain, and landed on my stomach. It kind of hurt and it made a lot of noise. But, the guys didn't ask what I was doing.
I played with my hair for a long time, waiting for the rest of them to get up, and then get dressed. In about half an hour, Tala knocked on my door and announced that hey were 'fully clothed'. I guess they figured out what had happened. I gingerly stepped back out, and kept my face lowered somewhat as I was still blushing lightly. 'Stupid me, stupid me, stupid me; why am I so weird that way?! I'm never going to survive here!' I thought wearily.
"Sorry for this morning, Kiko chan," Bryan said. I looked up at him, and nodded quickly. He then smirked, and Spencer chuckled softly. I gave him a confused look, and resumed staring at my feet. It was an awkward sort of silence afterwards, only did it become less awkward when Tala came back from where ever he was; of which I don't want to know, and said that we should get going on training soon. I glanced up at him, and nodded with a slight smile. He noticed this, and smiled faintly back at me. In a few more minutes, we were outside the door, and walking calmly towards the down stairs lobby. Shouts were heard behind us, but we didn't notice them much, and soon we were at the stairs to get to the lobby.
Once we were down there, we left the hotel straightaway and were on our way to our 'training spot'. The side walk was crowded, but it would soon get more crowded as the day wore on. We all came to a dark alley way, and continued down it soundlessly. Alleys don't reassure me that much, as sometimes I lived in them for a few nights. But, the rest of the team was around me, so I knew that I was safe. The alley was dark and it smelled of garbage and rotting food. Every now and then, a cat or something would jump down from its perch, and land softly on the ground. It then took off away from us. The sky was golden and auburn, insinuating that is was very early in the day. There were no clouds in the sky, and the Sun was high up in it beating down on us with its soft glow.
In a few minutes, we were at the end of the alley, and I was now staring at their, our, training area for the tournament. It was a rather large area for the ending of an alley; it was surprising really. There were trees all over the place, except for the random spots of bare sun-burnt grass. There were fallen logs dotted all over the place erratically. There was a small pool of murky water in one corner of the area with a nice small bank on one side of it. The water was a deep jade color.
As we stopped at the end of the alley and gazed at the scene in front of us, I felt Tala's Frostic gaze on my back. I shifted awkwardly under it, and remained scanning the area thoroughly. Tala soon broke the eerie silence by saying, "I'll help Kiko chan with her training, just to break her into it. The rest of you, go and start practising." They nodded, and Tala and I remained silently. He soon sighed deeply, and rested his hand lightly on my shoulder after the others' had left. "So, do you forgive me then?" I quickly turned around and glanced up at him. I nodded happily, and he smiled.
I was quickly lost in his smile, it seemed genuine. It was as if he were truly happy for a brief moment that seemed to last for a lot longer. It was as if he tried to put in all of his emotion into it; was he doing this for me? Why me, well, it might not even be for me though. Tala's smile dispersed like any normal smile would; it left at it's own time. But, the moment it was gone, I was hoping, longing for it to return to me.
AN: Kekeke! This chapter is longer then the other one's is it not? It is 5,491 words, and it still seems short, hn! So sad, my chapters are so short, I hate it! Oh well, you guys read it, so I guess their not THAT bad, right? Oh well, I meant to tell you guys something, I was asleep one night staring up at the ceiling, and it came to me: what if they don't know how old they are?! Well, I know that they have two ages, the Blitzkriegboys' I mean. And, I'm not sure if I've specified how old Kiko chan was, so, I'm going to tell you...Tala is 18, Spencer, and Bryan are both 19, and Ian, I'm guessing that he's 14 or 15. It just seems to me that Bryan and Spencer are both older then Ian and Tala, I mean, they're so tall! Ian was 12 or something in season one and the rest were 16 and 17, so add three years and you get their age. Kiko chan is 16; it just makes her closer to her team somewhat. She sounds and acts like one, yeah? Or she might sound/act older, yeah? Kai is 17, Tyson is 15, Max is 15, Ray is 16, Rin is 16, Kiyoko is 16, and so is Marissa. So, yeah! Hope you enjoyed this one! So, you will be reviewing, yeah? REVIEW ME! REVIEW REVIEW! I don't even care if it's one of those flames; you know the ones that only talk trash about it? Because it means that they read it, and that they took the time to pick out all the flaws in it, besides, it just makes me want to improve yeah? I have a feeling, that I'm only gunna get 4 reviews or something, and I want MORE! But, if I don't get three or more reviews, I won't post till I do! So, if you wish to keep on reading it, review me! YES, REVIEW ME! WAHAHA! Yes I know, unstable person, un. Cya later!