Chapter 3: New York, present day
Terry Bogard straightened his baseball cap as he readied himself for his next fight. His blue jeans, white, sleaveless t-shirt, white, cheap sporting shoes and red, sleaveless jacket were clear signs that he didn't really care much for fancy clothes. He had blond, long hair, which he had tied together in a long ponytail and which came out from underneath his cap. The twenty-three year old man closed his blue eyes as he breathed in. His best, and only, friend gave him a pat on the back. His friend had brown hair, which was kept up with a white hair-band. He wore a white t-shirt over which he had a black jacket with short sleeves. He wore black trousers and pretty decent shoes. On the back of his jacket was printed a golden circle with flames shooting out of it. His black gloves, which protected his hands against the punches he dealt, also beared the same symbol. Terry tightened his gloves. Dark-blue, fingerless, made from simple fabric. To protect his knuckles. The growd which surrounded the small arena was cheerful to say the least. Terry knew that most of them were drunk. Or stoned. Or both. He hated this place. He hated to fight here. "Okay, Terry. We've got one down. That remains two. If you get tired or you think you won't make it, let me in it, okay?" Terry's friend said to him. "Yeah, yeah. No problem, Kyo." Terry replied, a bit nonchalant. Kyo grabbed the flap of Terry's cap and lifted it, looking his friend in the eyes. "No fancy stuff." Kyo said, knowing Terry far too well. "Yeah, yeah." Terry simply replied. Kyo gave the flap a pat downwards and Terry had to straighten it again. "Do we want to see blood?" someone yelled through a microphone, which was connected to some speakers. His voice echoed through the abandoned part of the moon-lit city. The dark part of the street was lit by a few torches and that was the place where Terry had defeated his previous opponent. The rules were simple. Teams of three which fought each other in turns. Kyo and Terry formed a two-man team, though. But they were known to be able to dispatch their opponents quickly. "Blood! Blood! Blood!" the crowd yelled. "What a morons." Terry murmered, just loud enough for Kyo to hear it. "Wel, then. Let's get started!" the man with the microphone yelled. "This round: Terry Bogard versus Chang Koehan!" The crowd had a simple reply: "Chang! Chang! Chang! Chang!" Terry put his hands in his sides and awaited his opponent. He startled when a giant stepped out of the shadows. The black bearded, bald, fat man wore a white suit and was at least two metres tall. In one hand he held a giant, metal ball and around his torso, there was a metal chain. He growled at Terry. "Couldn't find anything bigger?" Terry murmered. "Ready... Go!" the man yelled through his equipment as Kyo walked to the side. Chang started to run towards Terry as he swinged the metal ball above his head. "Enthusiastic, aren't we?" Terry said as he ran towards his opponent as well. When he was about to meet the giant, he dropped on his side, taking his fall with his hands as he used his legs to tackle Chang. Due to the man's speed, he stumbled clumsy and fell face forward. Terry felt the earth tremble as Chang hit the street. The crowd started to howl. They had not expected their champion to go down like that. Terry stood up and said: "Come on, fat boy. We haven't got all day." He didn't feel like beating up a defenseless opponent. Chang got up and decided to attack Terry more carefully. Terry ducked just in time to avoid Chang's metal ball, right before he punched the giant in his stomach. Much to the American's surprise, the giant didn't seem to feel the punch, but grabbed Terry at his collar and lifted him up. He struck Terry in his face with the metal ball, sending him flying through the air and making him hit the street with his face down. Terry felt himself starting to loose consciousnes and he vaguely heard the crowd going wild. "Watch out, Terry! He's coming!" Kyo yelled. Terry heard his friend's comment and rolled to the side with his last strength. Just in time. He saw the metal ball striking the ground next to him, causing a crack in the street. With the utmost effort, the American stood up and noticed his face was bleeding. He saw the metal ball racing towards him again, but stepped to the side to avoid it and kicked Chang in his face. The giant stumbled backwards with a dazed look in his eyes. Terry kicked him in the hole of his knee, forcing Chang to fall on his knees. Terry faced the giant with his back and spinned around, kicking Chang in his face with a lot of power. Chang's head bounced off of Terry's shoe and the giant collapsed backwards on the ground. "That's it, Terry!" Kyo yelled. Terry waited for Chang to get up again, but he didn't. The big man was unconscious. "I believe we have a KO here!" the man with the microphone yelled. This was followed by howling from the crowd as Terry walked back to Kyo, releaved, not wasting time with some yell of victory. The American sat down and tossed his cap on the ground. "Nice job, Terry. You don't mind if I go now?" Kyo asked. Terry looked at his friend with a bloody face. "I've got a headache." he simply said. This made Kyo laugh, but at the same time, he hoped that his friend had no permanent damage. Chang's metal ball didn't seem like a soft weapon. Though Chang hadn't been able to hit hard, fortunatly. "Okay, buddy. I'm going." Kyo said, walking to the arena. "I see we're going to have the final battle here." the commentator said. Kyo spread the fingers of his hand and a small fire began to burn in his hand. When he closed his hand again, the flame disappeared. Kyo was able to cast some magic, though in a different way Hylians did. He didn't have to concentrate, but his spells were limited. It was odd for a Human to be able to cast spells, but Kyo was a living example that it was possible. He had polished his spell casting abilities to match his fighting techniques. Some punches of him were made with small explosions of fire. The fire he used wasn't normal. It hadn't had the heat of normal fire. It was... cooler. This was the result of him being no Hylian. He would never be able to cast spells the way Princess Zelda of Hyule did. She was well known for her spell-casting abilities throughout the world. It was Kyo's dream to meet her once. Perhaps she could teach him a few tricks. But, since no modern technology was allowed in Hyrule, he had to walk or take a horse to get into Hyrule. No planes, trains or cars were able to get into the land. Kyo was sure he would meet her one day, but at that moment, the fight was more important. "This time it's Kyo Kusanagi versus Choi Bounge!" the commentator yelled. Kyo then expected anything... except what came out of the shadows. It was a very small guy, hardly half Kyo's size. He had claws mounted on his fists and had the same type of outfit Chang had. An old, dusty hat sat on his bald head and he wore a pair of sunglasses, though the sun was far to seek. The crowd seemed to admire him as much as they admired Chang, since cheers went through the street. "Let the fight begin!" the commentator yelled. The little guy didn't remain standing there, he speeded towards Kyo and before Kyo could react, Choi ran between his legs and stabbed his claws in Kyo's bottom. This made the young man stumble forward and it was followed by laughing of the crowd. "Why, you little..." Kyo said as he turned around to notice that Choi was gone again. Kyo felt the small man climbing on his back. Choi nestled himself on Kyo's neck and started to pound on his head using the backsides of the metal claws. Kyo helplessly stumbled through the arena, effordlessly trying to get Choi off of him. In a last attempt to stop the pounding, Kyo let himself fall backwards to try to crush Choi between him and the ground. But Choi was faster. He jumped off Kyo and the young man hit the street with his head. The crowd went wild and cried Choi's name. "Be careful, Kyo!" an unfamiliar voice echoed through the streets. Kyo looked at the source of it. He saw a girl standing. She had long, very dark-brown hair, nearly black. She wore a white t-shirt and shorts. Kyo estimated her seventeen. He also saw his blood on the streets when he turned around and felt the back of his head. He was indeed bleeding and it hurt pretty badly. With a growl, he stood up. He was furious. He saw Choi running towards him again, but this time, Kyo was faster. He grabbed Choi at his collar and threw him over his shoulder onto the ground. This was rapidly followed by Kyo letting his body fall down next to Choi and hitting his head with his elbow. This made Choi's head bounce back from the street, but Kyo wasn't planning on giving the little man a break. He quickly stood up and grabbed him at his collar again. Then, he made an explosion with the hand with which he held Choi, making the little man fly through the air and land a couple of meters away from Kyo, some parts of his clothes on fire. Choi slowly stood up, dazed from this all. Kyo ran to him and kicked him in his face as he passed by the midget. Choi bounced back and struck the street with the back of his head and didn't lift it up again. "Don't make me angry." Kyo said panting, his hand on the back of his head. He noticed Choi bleeding as well and, concerned as he was, he felt Choi's neck. He was releaved when he noticed he was still alive. "We have a KO!" the commentator yelled, convinced that Choi would not stand up again. The crowd was disappointed and howled again before they started to leave. Kyo felt a hand on his shoulder. "Nice work." Terry said. Kyo looked down. "I should try to control my anger."
"And why would you do that? We won and we got the cash!" Terry said enthusiasticly. "Yeah." Kyo replied. "I guess you're right." He pointed towards the commentator. "Yaroka?" he asked. "Don't try to be smart with me with that Japanese crap of yours. Let's just go collect our money, okay?"
"That's what I proposed, Terry." Kyo said as the two friends started to walk to the man. "Don't try to fool me. How can you say a whole sentence with just one word?"
"Okay, okay. I said 'shall we?'. That's about the same, right? And it's been a long time since I've been in Japan, so don't sue me." When they reached the commentator, Terry sticked out his hand and said: "Cash." He didn't like the place and he also didn't want to stay there longer than necessary. "Here you go." the commentator said, handing Terry a small package of money. Terry quickly counted the bills. "Thanks." Terry said, turning around and starting to walk away. Kyo followed him. "Your social skills could use some polishing, Terry." he said. Terry started to laugh, right when Kyo saw the girl he had seen before. She looked so out of place there, so Kyo decided to walk to her. "I'll see you at home, Terry." he said, not taking his eyes off the girl. Terry noticed the girl as well and said: "Oh, I see. Don't forget the rubber stuff, eh?" Kyo looked at his friend disturbed. "Just kidding!" Terry said, raising his hands. "I'll see you at home, okay?" Kyo nodded and started to walk to the girl. "Hi, Kyo!" the girl said enthusiasticly as soon as Kyo approached her. "Hi." Kyo replied. "Don't you know how dangerous it can be here at night?" he immediatly said. "I know." the girl simply replied. "But I wanted to ask you something."
"And who do I have the honor?" Kyo said, raising his eyebrow. "Athena." the girl said as she sticked her hand out. Kyo shook it. "I believe you know my name?" Athena nodded. "I'll immediatly ask what I wanted to ask." she said. "I saw you and Terry were just with the two of you during the fight and I wondered... Could I fight in your team?" This surprised Kyo. "No." he said. The girl looked down and sighed. "At least I tried. Will you bother to tell me why not?"
"It's too dangerous."
"I can take care of myself! And I need the money."
"Well, well. Aren't we straight to the point." Kyo said, rolling his eyes. "And why do you need the money so badly?" he asked. "For medication." Kyo sighed. "Christ, another drug addict." he said. He wanted to turn around, but Athena said: "It's not for me! It's for my mother! She's terribly ill." Kyo turned around again. "And I'm supposed to believe that?" he said, studying Athena. She didn't seem to be addicted. She looked decent, though her clothes were a bit old. Her figure wasn't wrong either. And her legs... Well, they just couldn't get any better, according to Kyo's judgement. "Okay, then. Just take me to your mother and I'll see if you need the money." he continued, still not convinced that the money would be spent well. Athena smiled. "Good. Just follow me." Athena lead Kyo through the most dark and damp parts of New York the young man had ever seen. After a while, they entered one of the 'houses'. It was dark and Kyo felt a depressing feeling as he entered the building, which was coming apart, there was no doubt about that. Athena turned on the light-switch on the wall and Kyo was surprised to see light burning. It was a small lamp, hanging from the ceiling. It shed a soft light on the poor interiour of the building. "Welcome to my home." Athena said to the surprised Kyo. "Athena... Is that you?" a weak woman's voice sounded from the corner of the room. "Yes, mother." Athena said as walked to a matrass in the corner of the room and sat down next to it. Kyo noticed a figure lying on the matrass. She caughed as Athena felt her head. "It's worsening." Athena said, startling. "You haven't... fought, have you?" her mother asked, barely able to speak. "No, mother. I haven't. I wasn't allowed." Athena's mother looked up at Kyo. She was a young mother. Her brown hair was a mess and her brown eyes held no glitter of joy in them. "Thank you." she simply said, trying to smile. At that moment, Kyo forgot about his headache. He was shocked by all this. And he had suspected Athena of using drugs! He knew Terry would not like it, but he had to help them. His conscience ordered him. He kneeled next to Athena and put his hands on her shoulders. "Your mother can't stay here. And neither can you. You two are coming with me. Terry and I have some beds free." Kyo wasn't really telling her the truth, but he figured Terry and he could use the couch. "We don't want to be of trouble..." Athena said, looking sad. "You're not." Kyo said. He turned to Athena's mother. "You're going to sleep in a proper bed, ma'am." he said. Athena just looked at him. When Kyo noticed it, he turned to her and said: "I won't take no for an answer."
Terry Bogard straightened his baseball cap as he readied himself for his next fight. His blue jeans, white, sleaveless t-shirt, white, cheap sporting shoes and red, sleaveless jacket were clear signs that he didn't really care much for fancy clothes. He had blond, long hair, which he had tied together in a long ponytail and which came out from underneath his cap. The twenty-three year old man closed his blue eyes as he breathed in. His best, and only, friend gave him a pat on the back. His friend had brown hair, which was kept up with a white hair-band. He wore a white t-shirt over which he had a black jacket with short sleeves. He wore black trousers and pretty decent shoes. On the back of his jacket was printed a golden circle with flames shooting out of it. His black gloves, which protected his hands against the punches he dealt, also beared the same symbol. Terry tightened his gloves. Dark-blue, fingerless, made from simple fabric. To protect his knuckles. The growd which surrounded the small arena was cheerful to say the least. Terry knew that most of them were drunk. Or stoned. Or both. He hated this place. He hated to fight here. "Okay, Terry. We've got one down. That remains two. If you get tired or you think you won't make it, let me in it, okay?" Terry's friend said to him. "Yeah, yeah. No problem, Kyo." Terry replied, a bit nonchalant. Kyo grabbed the flap of Terry's cap and lifted it, looking his friend in the eyes. "No fancy stuff." Kyo said, knowing Terry far too well. "Yeah, yeah." Terry simply replied. Kyo gave the flap a pat downwards and Terry had to straighten it again. "Do we want to see blood?" someone yelled through a microphone, which was connected to some speakers. His voice echoed through the abandoned part of the moon-lit city. The dark part of the street was lit by a few torches and that was the place where Terry had defeated his previous opponent. The rules were simple. Teams of three which fought each other in turns. Kyo and Terry formed a two-man team, though. But they were known to be able to dispatch their opponents quickly. "Blood! Blood! Blood!" the crowd yelled. "What a morons." Terry murmered, just loud enough for Kyo to hear it. "Wel, then. Let's get started!" the man with the microphone yelled. "This round: Terry Bogard versus Chang Koehan!" The crowd had a simple reply: "Chang! Chang! Chang! Chang!" Terry put his hands in his sides and awaited his opponent. He startled when a giant stepped out of the shadows. The black bearded, bald, fat man wore a white suit and was at least two metres tall. In one hand he held a giant, metal ball and around his torso, there was a metal chain. He growled at Terry. "Couldn't find anything bigger?" Terry murmered. "Ready... Go!" the man yelled through his equipment as Kyo walked to the side. Chang started to run towards Terry as he swinged the metal ball above his head. "Enthusiastic, aren't we?" Terry said as he ran towards his opponent as well. When he was about to meet the giant, he dropped on his side, taking his fall with his hands as he used his legs to tackle Chang. Due to the man's speed, he stumbled clumsy and fell face forward. Terry felt the earth tremble as Chang hit the street. The crowd started to howl. They had not expected their champion to go down like that. Terry stood up and said: "Come on, fat boy. We haven't got all day." He didn't feel like beating up a defenseless opponent. Chang got up and decided to attack Terry more carefully. Terry ducked just in time to avoid Chang's metal ball, right before he punched the giant in his stomach. Much to the American's surprise, the giant didn't seem to feel the punch, but grabbed Terry at his collar and lifted him up. He struck Terry in his face with the metal ball, sending him flying through the air and making him hit the street with his face down. Terry felt himself starting to loose consciousnes and he vaguely heard the crowd going wild. "Watch out, Terry! He's coming!" Kyo yelled. Terry heard his friend's comment and rolled to the side with his last strength. Just in time. He saw the metal ball striking the ground next to him, causing a crack in the street. With the utmost effort, the American stood up and noticed his face was bleeding. He saw the metal ball racing towards him again, but stepped to the side to avoid it and kicked Chang in his face. The giant stumbled backwards with a dazed look in his eyes. Terry kicked him in the hole of his knee, forcing Chang to fall on his knees. Terry faced the giant with his back and spinned around, kicking Chang in his face with a lot of power. Chang's head bounced off of Terry's shoe and the giant collapsed backwards on the ground. "That's it, Terry!" Kyo yelled. Terry waited for Chang to get up again, but he didn't. The big man was unconscious. "I believe we have a KO here!" the man with the microphone yelled. This was followed by howling from the crowd as Terry walked back to Kyo, releaved, not wasting time with some yell of victory. The American sat down and tossed his cap on the ground. "Nice job, Terry. You don't mind if I go now?" Kyo asked. Terry looked at his friend with a bloody face. "I've got a headache." he simply said. This made Kyo laugh, but at the same time, he hoped that his friend had no permanent damage. Chang's metal ball didn't seem like a soft weapon. Though Chang hadn't been able to hit hard, fortunatly. "Okay, buddy. I'm going." Kyo said, walking to the arena. "I see we're going to have the final battle here." the commentator said. Kyo spread the fingers of his hand and a small fire began to burn in his hand. When he closed his hand again, the flame disappeared. Kyo was able to cast some magic, though in a different way Hylians did. He didn't have to concentrate, but his spells were limited. It was odd for a Human to be able to cast spells, but Kyo was a living example that it was possible. He had polished his spell casting abilities to match his fighting techniques. Some punches of him were made with small explosions of fire. The fire he used wasn't normal. It hadn't had the heat of normal fire. It was... cooler. This was the result of him being no Hylian. He would never be able to cast spells the way Princess Zelda of Hyule did. She was well known for her spell-casting abilities throughout the world. It was Kyo's dream to meet her once. Perhaps she could teach him a few tricks. But, since no modern technology was allowed in Hyrule, he had to walk or take a horse to get into Hyrule. No planes, trains or cars were able to get into the land. Kyo was sure he would meet her one day, but at that moment, the fight was more important. "This time it's Kyo Kusanagi versus Choi Bounge!" the commentator yelled. Kyo then expected anything... except what came out of the shadows. It was a very small guy, hardly half Kyo's size. He had claws mounted on his fists and had the same type of outfit Chang had. An old, dusty hat sat on his bald head and he wore a pair of sunglasses, though the sun was far to seek. The crowd seemed to admire him as much as they admired Chang, since cheers went through the street. "Let the fight begin!" the commentator yelled. The little guy didn't remain standing there, he speeded towards Kyo and before Kyo could react, Choi ran between his legs and stabbed his claws in Kyo's bottom. This made the young man stumble forward and it was followed by laughing of the crowd. "Why, you little..." Kyo said as he turned around to notice that Choi was gone again. Kyo felt the small man climbing on his back. Choi nestled himself on Kyo's neck and started to pound on his head using the backsides of the metal claws. Kyo helplessly stumbled through the arena, effordlessly trying to get Choi off of him. In a last attempt to stop the pounding, Kyo let himself fall backwards to try to crush Choi between him and the ground. But Choi was faster. He jumped off Kyo and the young man hit the street with his head. The crowd went wild and cried Choi's name. "Be careful, Kyo!" an unfamiliar voice echoed through the streets. Kyo looked at the source of it. He saw a girl standing. She had long, very dark-brown hair, nearly black. She wore a white t-shirt and shorts. Kyo estimated her seventeen. He also saw his blood on the streets when he turned around and felt the back of his head. He was indeed bleeding and it hurt pretty badly. With a growl, he stood up. He was furious. He saw Choi running towards him again, but this time, Kyo was faster. He grabbed Choi at his collar and threw him over his shoulder onto the ground. This was rapidly followed by Kyo letting his body fall down next to Choi and hitting his head with his elbow. This made Choi's head bounce back from the street, but Kyo wasn't planning on giving the little man a break. He quickly stood up and grabbed him at his collar again. Then, he made an explosion with the hand with which he held Choi, making the little man fly through the air and land a couple of meters away from Kyo, some parts of his clothes on fire. Choi slowly stood up, dazed from this all. Kyo ran to him and kicked him in his face as he passed by the midget. Choi bounced back and struck the street with the back of his head and didn't lift it up again. "Don't make me angry." Kyo said panting, his hand on the back of his head. He noticed Choi bleeding as well and, concerned as he was, he felt Choi's neck. He was releaved when he noticed he was still alive. "We have a KO!" the commentator yelled, convinced that Choi would not stand up again. The crowd was disappointed and howled again before they started to leave. Kyo felt a hand on his shoulder. "Nice work." Terry said. Kyo looked down. "I should try to control my anger."
"And why would you do that? We won and we got the cash!" Terry said enthusiasticly. "Yeah." Kyo replied. "I guess you're right." He pointed towards the commentator. "Yaroka?" he asked. "Don't try to be smart with me with that Japanese crap of yours. Let's just go collect our money, okay?"
"That's what I proposed, Terry." Kyo said as the two friends started to walk to the man. "Don't try to fool me. How can you say a whole sentence with just one word?"
"Okay, okay. I said 'shall we?'. That's about the same, right? And it's been a long time since I've been in Japan, so don't sue me." When they reached the commentator, Terry sticked out his hand and said: "Cash." He didn't like the place and he also didn't want to stay there longer than necessary. "Here you go." the commentator said, handing Terry a small package of money. Terry quickly counted the bills. "Thanks." Terry said, turning around and starting to walk away. Kyo followed him. "Your social skills could use some polishing, Terry." he said. Terry started to laugh, right when Kyo saw the girl he had seen before. She looked so out of place there, so Kyo decided to walk to her. "I'll see you at home, Terry." he said, not taking his eyes off the girl. Terry noticed the girl as well and said: "Oh, I see. Don't forget the rubber stuff, eh?" Kyo looked at his friend disturbed. "Just kidding!" Terry said, raising his hands. "I'll see you at home, okay?" Kyo nodded and started to walk to the girl. "Hi, Kyo!" the girl said enthusiasticly as soon as Kyo approached her. "Hi." Kyo replied. "Don't you know how dangerous it can be here at night?" he immediatly said. "I know." the girl simply replied. "But I wanted to ask you something."
"And who do I have the honor?" Kyo said, raising his eyebrow. "Athena." the girl said as she sticked her hand out. Kyo shook it. "I believe you know my name?" Athena nodded. "I'll immediatly ask what I wanted to ask." she said. "I saw you and Terry were just with the two of you during the fight and I wondered... Could I fight in your team?" This surprised Kyo. "No." he said. The girl looked down and sighed. "At least I tried. Will you bother to tell me why not?"
"It's too dangerous."
"I can take care of myself! And I need the money."
"Well, well. Aren't we straight to the point." Kyo said, rolling his eyes. "And why do you need the money so badly?" he asked. "For medication." Kyo sighed. "Christ, another drug addict." he said. He wanted to turn around, but Athena said: "It's not for me! It's for my mother! She's terribly ill." Kyo turned around again. "And I'm supposed to believe that?" he said, studying Athena. She didn't seem to be addicted. She looked decent, though her clothes were a bit old. Her figure wasn't wrong either. And her legs... Well, they just couldn't get any better, according to Kyo's judgement. "Okay, then. Just take me to your mother and I'll see if you need the money." he continued, still not convinced that the money would be spent well. Athena smiled. "Good. Just follow me." Athena lead Kyo through the most dark and damp parts of New York the young man had ever seen. After a while, they entered one of the 'houses'. It was dark and Kyo felt a depressing feeling as he entered the building, which was coming apart, there was no doubt about that. Athena turned on the light-switch on the wall and Kyo was surprised to see light burning. It was a small lamp, hanging from the ceiling. It shed a soft light on the poor interiour of the building. "Welcome to my home." Athena said to the surprised Kyo. "Athena... Is that you?" a weak woman's voice sounded from the corner of the room. "Yes, mother." Athena said as walked to a matrass in the corner of the room and sat down next to it. Kyo noticed a figure lying on the matrass. She caughed as Athena felt her head. "It's worsening." Athena said, startling. "You haven't... fought, have you?" her mother asked, barely able to speak. "No, mother. I haven't. I wasn't allowed." Athena's mother looked up at Kyo. She was a young mother. Her brown hair was a mess and her brown eyes held no glitter of joy in them. "Thank you." she simply said, trying to smile. At that moment, Kyo forgot about his headache. He was shocked by all this. And he had suspected Athena of using drugs! He knew Terry would not like it, but he had to help them. His conscience ordered him. He kneeled next to Athena and put his hands on her shoulders. "Your mother can't stay here. And neither can you. You two are coming with me. Terry and I have some beds free." Kyo wasn't really telling her the truth, but he figured Terry and he could use the couch. "We don't want to be of trouble..." Athena said, looking sad. "You're not." Kyo said. He turned to Athena's mother. "You're going to sleep in a proper bed, ma'am." he said. Athena just looked at him. When Kyo noticed it, he turned to her and said: "I won't take no for an answer."