Hi, my dear people! How're you? Yeah yeah...I know...I've been faster than the light...but when I read your requests of presenting the battle between Tyson and Kai, my heart melted. *Sniff sniff* So soft-hearted girl I am, aren't I?

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Here's the next chapter with the long-awaited battle. Enjoy!

In the azure sky, the vermilion sun was glinting with his utmost glow and glory. Clenching his everything, he was simmering in wrath, shooting the airstream with his sweltering death glares. In return, the wind was only blowing, not bothering a bit regarding the threats of the scorching star. From the battleground, it was taking away all the crunchy leaves of the last autumn, leaving the premises clean and seamless for the legendary warriors. It was angering the sun even more. He increased his heat, breathing blazes. Witnessing his rages, the cottony vapors fled away, fearing for their dear lives and understanding that they were completely useless before those two, yet peeping at them from a safe distance. Both the fireball and the wind-lines were seeming to be engaged in a fierce battle at that moment.

It couldn't be told what was happening in the nature at that time. Beneath the blue, two more warriors were in front of each other, taking stances and respectively representing the natural beings battling each other above their heads. Their right legs were before their left ones, maintaining a distance of one foot. The fingers of their left hands were grasping their bows firmly. On the other hand, their right hands were on the twines of their arcs. Their visions were fixed on each other's orbs, immobilized and stagnant. Towards the direction of the attack-line of the navy-haired archer, the wind was blowing, providing him with extra advantages. The sun wasn't giving up so easily. Standing above the head of the dual-haired Russian, he was trying to blind his opponent.

Finally, the redhead announced:

"Three...two...one...zero!"

The dragoon-wielder pulled the cord of his bow. A blue light gleamed there, followed by an arrow. Seeing him, the phoenix-prince also did that, appearing with a dart which was glinting with the sunshine. Both the combatants left the flexes. The arrows headed towards each other. As their apexes tried to push their respective opponents, both they became invisible, successfully neutralizing the effects. Only, some blue and red sparkles bore their existences for a few moments.

For the second time, Tyson lugged the twine. This time, it wasn't one arrow to come out. Rather, the raindrops of blue-lighted projectiles were rushing out of the bow. Like the droplets of rain, they were bolting towards the phoenix-prince. Brush-wind it was called.

Not wasting much time, Kai discharged a single arrow. At first, the invisible spectators laughed at him, assuming his raid to be his foolishness. But quite cunning he was; the only missile launched by him created hundreds of its clones after crossing only two or three inches. Bravely, they encountered the brush-wind sprung by the dragoon-wielder. Fireflies in vermillion and azure started dancing there, annulling the weapons of the archers.

Seeing their attacks going in vain, both the fighters started trudging towards each other bit by bit. The speeds of their arrows also rose vastly, yet, equally. The distance between them was gradually diminishing. They were almost closer to the circular depletion layer created by them.

Disseminating the last arrow, the indigo-haired guy leaped forward. Stooping a bit and bending his ankles, the slate-haired Russian also skipped, letting the absence of ground be under his feet. They, they again started launching arrows, facing each other. The thickness of the depletion layer lessened, so did the gap between the archers. Only, a sphere made of photons remained amidst them, Half of it was as blue as the sky. Another half was brighter than the sun, spreading red, yellow and orange at the same time.

Agitated, the globe pushed the battlers back to their positions and showed a negative divergence, dissolving to its center. Both the warriors landed behind, stumbling a bit. A smirk rose in the lips of the opponent of the dual-haired Russian.

"Prince Hiwatari," He commented, "You're way better than my thoughts. Surely, you're a great archer...but not greater than I am!"

"Huh!" The phoenix-prince retorted, "Then taste it!"

His lips wobbled as he uttered some chants. Then, wide-opening his eyes, he raised a tuck from his twine. Umpteen smokes ran in the direction of his rival. They were looking like the clouds before the rain. Tyson saw the dark vapors having a trial above his head. Soon, the fumes approached him, twisting like a snake and encircling him from the north, the south, the east and the west. They were blinding him slowly.

Not feeling nervous a bit, the navy-haired archer outstretched his bow. Hauling the string, he made another blue-tipped arrow visible. As he shot, it flew upward, absorbing all the darkness inside it just like a bright-hole. Stopping at the highest position, the missile cloned itself into several copies and started stooping, tending to spread everywhere around the phoenix-prince and capture him. They were going to fall on him like the rain, yet, the Russian felt the sudden flow of stormy wind towards his face and head.

Elevating his semicircle, the dual-haired Russian placed his right knee at a right angle with the battleground while his left leg was creating an acute angle of 45 degrees with the horizon. As he pulled the string down, a pair of arrows of made of sunlight appeared there. He tossed it up. Surrounding the phoenix-prince, they formed a semi-globe which was made of fire. Collapsing on the circular barrier, the blue-pinnacled projectiles dissolved just like the raindrops falling on the surface of a calm reservoir. The cordon was blocking the azure darts just like sucking them. All the arrows launched by Tyson thawed against it.

As the fire-globe vanished, the phoenix-prince saw another arrow hurrying towards his face. Not waiting, he stretched his bow and started crisscrossing it like a sword. Twisting his wrist clockwise and anticlockwise periodically, he rotated the weapon that had been flung towards him. As he punched it with his arc, turning about 180 degrees, it chased the navy-haired warrior at his direction. The dragoon-wielder was too awestruck to defend himself. No sooner had it crossed the string of the bow of the indigo-haired archer than the grip of the phoenix-prince from his bow loosened a bit.

"Sleech!"

"Thud!"

Both the archers seemed baffled. In front of his wide-open eyes, the phoenix-prince discovered his bow spilt into two equal halves one of which was on the ground. Whereas, the string of the bow which had been in the hands of the dragoon-wielder got ripped into a pair of pieces. Both happened at the same moment. Not a single tick ago of each other.

"It's a tie!" Finally, breaking the hovering silence in the battleground, the wolf-prince announced, "Nobody has won, nobody has lost."

"No!" Managing himself after a long time, the dragoon-wielder opposed, "It cannot be a tie. It is...it is I who have won the duel."

"Really?" Tala frowned, "How? Both you and Kai are unable to continue the battle anymore. Then how have you been victorious in this match?"

"Because prince Hiwatari has been affected more!" Tyson retorted, "Only the string of my bow has been ripped. Whereas, the whole bow of him has been broken. That's why, I'm the winner!"

"Stop blabbering nonsense, Granger-kun!" The redhead snapped, "His bow can be rejoined."

"So can my string be!"

"No, it cannot be!"

"Yes, it can."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Shut up!"

Both the arguing guys stopped quarrelling, gulping as they heard the tone of the phoenix-prince. His amethyst eyes were bloodshot. His left hand was snugly clutching the broken bow. The fingers of his right palm curled into a fist. Slowly, he approached the dragoon-wielder.

"He's partially right," Clearing his throat, Kai started, "It may be true that his logic is quite lame and weak but it doesn't mean that I've won the battle. Rather, I've failed to emerge as the victorious one. In your eyes, it's a tie. In my eyes, it's more than that."

Turning his face to the dragoon-wielder, he spoke, "For the rest of the world, the battle may seem to be ended. But for both of us, it hasn't ceased yet. It's left undecided. Soon, we have to give this duel an outcome."

"I'll also wait for a rematch, prince Hiwatari," Tyson smiled, "It's a pleasure to battle against a worthy archer like you."

"So for me." Smirking and turning back, the slate-haired prince punched in the air, raising his hand. The redhead stood beside his cousin. Then, both the Russian princes disappeared inside the building. The sun had already gone to the west, preparing to set down and end his chores for that day. Mystified, the dragoon-wielder kept standing alone on the battle arena, getting caressed by the appeased breeze of the afternoon.

'Right you're, prince Hiwatari,' He pondered, looking at his bow, 'We have to give this match an outcome. But too sorry to say, the outcome won't be in your favor at all. I've come here with a view to defeating you. I won't breathe in peace before achieving my goal. For doing that, I can go to any extent! Any!'

The calm beams of the setting sun were stroking the nature below them. Baby-pink florets were getting sprinkled on the grassy surface from the Sakura trees. Tiny waves were playing with one another in the oval-sized inlet, surrounded with different-sized pebbles. The dance of colorful fishes could be seen easily inside it through the crystal-clear water. Soon, a chocolate-haired princess arrived there, holding a round platter on which there were a piece of paper and a gold coin. Behind her, her friends and cousins were also coming.

Stopping by the pond, she placed the tray on the ground and sat down. The royal girls encircled her, being curious. Mumbling some chants, the brunette took the paper from the plate and kept the gold coin on it. Then, gently, she positioned it on the surface of the lake and pushed it softly so that it could float. Poked by her, the paper started drifting. Joining her hands, the girl closed her eyes and drifted to an anonymous world of prayer. In that realm, she could see the phoenix-prince standing in front of her. He was smiling gently at her. Blushing, she bowed. Hundreds of cherry-flowers were showered on them. He was coming closer to her...

"Look there!"

Opening her eyes, the girl discovered the upper surface of the paper getting soaked bit by bit. It had already crossed the focus of the elliptical lake. Within no moment, the paper sank with the coin.

"Wow!" The purple-haired princess clapped, "It has sunk so soon!"

"Yet so far from us, hasn't it?" The Spaniard grouched.

"So?"

"Don't you know what it means?" The female blunette chortled, "It's a ritual that should be performed by a girl while the decisions and actions regarding her marriage are going on. If the paper sinks fast, it means the girl will be getting married soon. If the paper sinks at quite a distance, it means the girl will be married far from her house."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Furiously, the twin-haired girl nodded in agreement, "It means Hilary is going to be married soon but her in-laws' home won't be so near to our residence."

"Oww..." The youngest of them bent her head down, pouting, "Sister Hilary, it means...soon, you'll be very far from us, won't you?"

The brunette stood up from the ground, picking up the platter. At the thought of the pain of separation from her childhood friends and sisters, her heart ached. Her ruby orbs started glinting with the liquid pearls of emotions. Biting her lower lip, she curved her head below. All the girls rushed to her and captured her into a group hug. She also spread her arms, trying to cover as much area as she could and locked the girls into her embrace. A lot of flamboyant memories of their diverse and dynamic childhood peeped through the windows of her neuron cells at her weeping heart. Though she was silent, it could be felt that she was sobbing.

Oh my friends, return my clay doll to me,

And the swing of my flamboyant playing square,

The nightingale which used to sing on the Sakura branch,

Even my anklets which were made of silver.

"Hilary!"

Getting their apprehensions back, the girls looked at the blonde American, freeing the brunette from the group hug. He was huffing because of coming there running. One of his hands was holding a folded paper. His eyes were enlarged. He was looking horrified.

"Max!" The female blunette rushed to him, "What happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm..." Somehow nodding, he approached his Japanese cousin. Then, he spoke, "But there's an unpleasant news."

"Unpleasant?" Hilary screwed her eyebrows as her tears dried, "What are saying, Max? What happened?"

"Tyson..." The American kept stammering due to pant, "He...he is..."

A chilled shiver ran through the spinal cord of the purple-haired princess. Not hesitating a bit, she quickly approached the blonde. Grasping his shoulders, she blurted, "What happened to Tyson, Max ni-san? Is he alright? Please, don't say something ominous!"

"I don't know whether he's okay or not, Dew," Max shook his head, "How will I be supposed to know that when he's absent in his room?"

The platter fell down from the hands of the Japanese princess. With equal loudness, she burst out, "What?"

"I'm speaking the truth, sis," Max handed her the letter, "Only it could be found from his table."

Awestruck, the brunette unfolded the letter as the girls got around her, almost colliding with one another in order to have the glimpse of the letter. It contained a few words:

"My dear friends,

I know you'll be very annoyed with me after receiving it. But trust me, I had nothing to do without it.

Till today, I used to think myself as the best archer of the world. However, today, I have faced such a warrior who is equal to me. On the third planet of the solar system, only he's the one who has the ability of defeating me. But...but I don't want to get defeated. I want to retain my title as the best archer of the world at any cost. For that, I can do anything.

That's why, I'm going to the northern hills in order to train myself. Please, don't try to find me out. I'm not leaving you all forever. I promise, I'll return to you once I complete my training sessions successfully. I'll return at the perfect moment, on a perfect day. That day, you all will feel proud of me.

Love you all.

Yours ever,

Tyson Granger."

"No!"

Ripping the air by screaming, the purplette brokenly knelt down on the ground. Burying her face between her palms, she started sobbing. Everyone ran towards her direction.

"Dew-chan!" The dual-haired girl wrapped her arms around her shoulders, "What happened? You alright?"

The violet-haired girl burst into tears, leaning her head on the left shoulder of the Spaniard.

"Juli ni-chan..." She whimpered, "I'm doomed! Everything of me is doomed! My wishes, my dreams and desires, my goals, my life... everything!"

"What?" Mariam tried to console the young maiden, "Why are you saying these things, Dew? He has gone to train, not for committing suicide! He has said that he'll return to us one day. Then why are you crying?"

"No, Mari ni-chan..." She shook her head, "It's not as easy as your thoughts. He...he could have informed me before leaving the place. But no...he didn't think about it once. He didn't think what I would feel. He...he hates me! He freaking hates me!"

"No Dew," Rushing to her, the brunette cupped her face, "He doesn't hate you. Even if he does, he has to stop it. He'll return to you, my little sister. I'll make him return to you, I promise!"

Not letting her friends and sisters speak anything, she stormed off, leaving the flustered group behind her. The young people exchanged stares but couldn't understand anything.

The rays springing from the metal torch fell on the ground, covering a circular area as they highlighted a pair of fair feet, smiting the earth and running towards the direction of the unknown. The fringe of her well-circumferenced kimono bottom was sliding against the sand. That torch was held in her left hand. With another hand, she was seizing her kimono. She was running deep and deeper inside the forest. The sun had already set down in the west. Even his crimson rays couldn't be seen. In the flames, the trees of the jungle were seeming eerie. The ghostly shadows were dancing on one another's structures. The round ogles of the owls were observing the brunette attentively. The flittering wings of the bats and the sudden cries of the owlets were freezing the blood of the Japanese princess by fits and starts, yet she wasn't caring.

"Tyson!" She cried which echoed in the whole forest, "Where are you?"

No reply came save the resonations of her own voice. The brunette was feeling fatigued. The torch dropped from her hands on the sands. Sweats were trickling down from her milky forehead. Her lungs were longing for fresh, oxygenated air. Biting her inner lip, she sobbed a bit. Two droplets of tears rolled down on her cheeks.

'Where has the boy gone?' She cogitated, clenching her teeth, 'Why is he so adamant? Ever since we came back from the camp of Sage Dickenson, he has started behaving strange. Why? What's his problem? I'm his best friend, aren't I? Why doesn't he share his problems with me then?'

She was about to collapse on the ground but she couldn't. Before her back touched the surface, a pair of strong arms had caught her torso firmly, saving her from falling down. In the illuminated environs, the brunette looked at her savior. A pair of amethyst eyes was observing her carefully, filled with concerns.

Concerns for her.

Her heart throbbed a bit, catching his sight. The pairs of their ogles remained locked into each other for a few moments. Both they started praying so that the moments couldn't pass fast. The blazes heated up, focusing on the miens of the lovely couple.

"Are you alright, princess?" Finally, he helped her stand up, before removing his hands from her body.

"Y...yes..." She blushed, lowering her gazes, "Thanks a lot, prince."

"May I know what the princess of Japan is doing here at this moment?" His voice sounded stern, yet distressed.

"I...I came here in search of my friend," Hilary cleared her throat, "He has disappeared all of a sudden, only leaving a letter."

"He'll return soon."

"How come you know that my friend is guy?" Frowning, the Japanese princess queried.

In return, the Russian prince spoke nothing, just smirked. Then, he offered, "If the princess of Japan doesn't mind, I would like to take the responsibilities of leaving her to her palace. Staying in the forest after sunset isn't safe at all."

"But...but I can go there myself," Hilary cocked an eyebrow, "Why do you want to leave me at my place, prince?"

"Because after knowing that the princess of Japan is alone in the forest," Kai retorted, "It becomes my responsibility."

Flushing furiously, the girl nodded. Grinning, the Russian headed to his horse which was tied to a random tree. Riding it, he gesticulated the princess to get on its back with his eyes. Instead of doing that, the brunette bent her head down, embarrassed. Though she was in love with him, she didn't forget her norms. Understanding it, the phoenix-prince dismounted the horse. Undoing the scarf from his neck, he wrapped it around the head of the brunette so that nobody could recognize her as the princess of Japan. That increased the redness of her cheeks more.

"As long as I'm here, I'll not let a single droplet of ink stain your character, princess," Kai coughed, picking up the fallen torch, "I'll always protect you from everything. Don't worry."

Her heart started beating fast. In euphoria, tears started brimming in her ruby eyes. Biting her lips, she controlled her emotions. Smiling back, she mounted the stallion. Clasping its bridle, the phoenix-prince pulled it. Consequently, the steed started plodding forward. Its owner also kept walking beside it, not leaving the rein. Its hooves were touching the ground softly. It was willing to run. Whenever the beast was thinking of taking an attempt to increase its speed, its master was glaring at it. Sighing, the horse kept striding.

Through different mazes, discreetly, they arrived at the backdoor of the castle. Nobody was there at that moment. The guards would come after a while. Reaching her home, the princess descended from the stallion slowly. Looking at the prince, she smiled and spoke, unwrapping the scarf and giving it back, "Thank you so much, prince."

"Hn." It was his reply as he took the white shawl.

"But...you haven't answered to my question yet," Hilary frowned, "How did you know that my friend is male?"

"Because guys are more adamant than girls," Kai retorted, "They do whatever they want."

"You're right," Hilary affirmed, "Sometimes, their persistence colors the world with happiness and peace. Sometimes, it destroys everything."

"Hmm..." The slate-haired prince pulled out a folded scroll from the pocket of his kimono pants and forwarded it to the princess, "It's high time you entered your home, princess."

"You're right," Gloomily, the girl took the parchment, "Thanks again, prince. Good night."

"Hn." Giving his signature reply once again, he turned back with his stallion and disappeared from the place. Blushing, the Japanese princess entered her manor.

"Honorable princess of Japan,

Pardon me. It is I who am responsible for the sudden departure of your friend. I'm the one whom he failed to defeat. For it, you may do whatever you want to do with me. If you want to behead me, I'll accept it happily.

But I can assure you regarding one fact. He has left his home for being better. It is only solitude which he needs the most at this moment. The archer was just like a falcon. You may know the legend of a falcon. When it becomes old, it separates itself from all its companions. It remains alone...only for re-strengthening itself. I believe that he'll also return to us, being stronger and more skilled.

Please, don't humiliate a warrior by being worried of him. It embarrasses all the warriors across the world.

Sincerely,

The prince of Russia."

"Oh!" Glancing at the letter, the dual-haired girl spoke, "So, prince Kai Hiwatari is the criminal."

"Stop calling him a criminal, Juli!" The brunette snapped, "Breaking someone's pride isn't a crime at all. Tyson was flying too much these days. Prince Kai has only taught him a perfect lesson."

"Hehehe...looks like someone is forgetting her duties as a patriot," Mariam winked, "For the first time in her life, she's supporting a foreigner."

"I'm only supporting the justified person, Mariam," Hilary objected, "All the Japanese don't need to be pre-known of the concepts between the right and the wrong, you know."

"You mean...Tyson was being bad?" With tear-glittered eyes, nervously, the purple-haired girl questioned. Her tone seemed both scared and puzzled.

"No, my dear, not at all," The coco-haired princess shook her head, "Challenging someone in order to test skills isn't a sin at all. Tyson did the right thing. It was necessary for him to know about his strength and weaknesses. He has just left us to prepare himself. I believe, soon, he'll come back."

"Coming back, if he challenges prince Hiwatari," Charlotte felt curious, "Whom will you support?"

Hearing the question, the brunette didn't reply immediately. Rather, she stayed silent. Closing her eyes, she drifted to deep thoughts.

"Why are you feeling so confused, Hil?" Julia cocked an eyebrow, "It's a simple question."

"Maybe it's a simple question but its answer is very complicated, Juli," Hilary gloomily smiled, "But I don't want another battle between them. I cannot...I cannot watch any kind of bitter rivalry growing between my best friend and the person beneath whose feet I can lay my everything down. I hope...I hope they'll battle for each other; they'll battle standing by each other...not against each other!"

"Here it remains!" The purple-haired queen of Russia pulled out a tiny metal bow from a large wooden trunk, "It was the first bow of Kai!"

"Yes, I can remember it clearly," The scarlet-haired lady smilingly recalled the moments, "Using it, our Kai used to pluck mangoes with his cousins, didn't he?"

"Of course, Natalia!" Apraxia affirmed, "When he was only three years old, he broke it accidentally. If you got to see his face once then! He literally stopped eating for a whole day. Only after fixing it, he ate."

"Since his childhood, Kai is stubborn," Natalia asserted, "The strength of his willpower is beyond our imagination. Sometimes, I wonder whether another adamant guy like him exists in this world or not."

"I don't know, Natalia," The Russian empress shook her head, "But I cannot express my relief to you after getting the letter of sage Stanley Dickenson. Seriously, our boys have defeated a demoness! A mother cannot be prouder than that!"

"Nor can an aunt who loves her nephew like her own son, sister-in-law," The Russian princess laughed, "Our children will be returning soon. Then, we have to find suitable brides for them."

Before Apraxia could speak anything in return, they had heard a knock on the door. Frowning, the scarlet-haired lady stood up and opened the door. There was standing her younger version, bending her head down and holding a spooled paper.

"Natasha!" Natalia glowered, "You're here...at this moment? What happened?"

"Mother, aunt," Natasha answered, "This letter has been sent to us from Japan."

"Japan?" Apraxia's eyes glittered in excitement, "Dear, please hand me that. I have to give it a read."

"Sure, aunt." Natasha forwarded the scroll to her and left the room, giving the ladies a little privacy. Unfolding it, the queen started reading it. Her eyes roamed over it. Bit by bit, a smile rose all over her face. She beamed, closing her eyes in relief and satisfaction.

"What's in it, sister-in-law?" Natalia tilted an eyebrow, "Why're you feeling so happy after reading it? Any good news?"

"Yes, Natalia," Apraxia embraced her sister-in-law tightly, "The emperor of Japan, Hayashi Tachibana, has invited us to the groom-choosing ceremony of his daughter, princess Hilary Tachibana."

"So?" The eldest princess of Russia tried to create confusion, releasing herself from the hug, "Why to be so happy? It is a familiar affair. After all, our kingdom is so powerful. Every empire of the world wants to develop relations with us at any cost."

"Whatever," The queen of Russia headed to her table, "I'm writing the response right now."

"Really?" The redhead grimaced, "What are you going to write?"

"I'll write that my son is in Japan at this moment," The violet-head responded, "He'll be present in the groom-choosing ceremony of the princess. I'll also order Kai to participate there."

"Are you crazy, sister-in-law?" Natalia blocked her way.

"No...why?" Apraxia stuttered a bit, feeling confused.

"Surely you're!" The mother of the wolf-prince was fuming, "Otherwise, how can you ever think of fixing an alliance with such a naïve country like Japan? Are they as strong as we are? Can they survive if we wage a war against them? Nope, right? Then how can they even think of sending this invitation letter to us? Being a dwarf, how can they imagine of reaching the moon?"

"But..."

"No ifs and buts, sister-in-law!" Natalia snapped, "I'm writing to them that they are neither in Japan, nor in Russia. If they were anywhere of these two kingdoms, they would surely attend the ceremony."

"Will it be reasonable?" Apraxia's voice shook a bit.

"Why not?" Tala's mother re-questioned in order to justify her logics once again, "Our boys have successfully achieved their goal. Now, it's obvious that they have already started for Russia. Why to pull them in this case?"

"As your wish, Natalia..." Gloomily, the queen left the place. Standing in the porch, she looked outside.

'Pardon me, my son,' Apraxia murmured, 'I could easily hinder your aunt from doing that. But had I done it, she would have felt offended. She would have thought that she'd been being deprived of her rights as a princess just for being my step sister-in-law. But...but don't worry. My prayers and blessings are always with you, Kai. Do whatever your heart wants, my son. You have enough courage for that. Don't pay any heed to the response of your aunt. May you get the perfect life-partner in your life, Kai. This is the wish of a mother for her child.'

"A real coward he was, Kai!" The wolf-prince chortled, "When he got to know that he was nothing but a loser, he fled away. He doesn't have the courage to face the reality. Huh, came to challenge the best archer of the world, didn't he? Chicken!"

"Mind your language, Valkov!"

All the humidity of the soul of the redhead got dried, hearing the roar. Swallowing, he looked at his cousin with petrified eyes. The lolite orbs of the phoenix-prince were sparkling in infuriation. His fangs were gritted as if the words of his cousin had gouged his chest.

"Don't apply such words for defining a skilled archer, Tala!" Kai glared at his cousin, "Neither this behavior suits the prince of Russia, nor does it suit my cousin."

"Wow!" Tala cocked an eyebrow, "So much respect?"

"Kai Hiwatari honors those who deserve to be honored," The dual-haired Russian conversed, "And I want my closest persons to follow me."

"Okay, if you want," Tala cleared his throat, "But...tell me one thing."

"Hn."

"Why's your scarf smelling girly today?" The redhead winked, leaving his cousin completely red-faced, "Don't tell me that you and princess Hilary were making love in the jungle after sunset..."

"TALA!"

Hmm...that's it for today!

A tiny note: You may feel that Dranzer was helping Kai. Not like that, he received the skills from the small training session conducted by Mr.D before the assassination of Dr.K. And...hehe...how colorful words and prayers you used in the last chapter.

Kai: Quite obvious, isn't it?

Me: What?

Kai: Sure. They should have badmouthed you too for trying to pair the old fool Zagart with a girl who is at the age of his daughter.

Me: Hehe...so what are you wanting? Don't worry, in my next fic, I'll pair with you Dr.K!

Kai: What the fuck!

Me: Or...Miss Kincaid?

Kai: Shut the fuck up...otherwise, I'll set Daichi on your neck.

Me: *Gulps* Okay okay, sorry, no need to do that...*Flees*

Anyways, pardon my stupidity, grammatical mistakes, spelling errors and the stupid duel. Do read and review. Take care :D

-Misty ^_^

P.S: Don't forget my newly published fic "Blood roses" if you haven't read it yet. Thanks in advance :D