Imbecile.

    Dullard.

    Weak.

    Worthless. 

    Pathetic.

    The last word described him, however…

    Maybe he should just kill her. That would be so much easier than going through all of this-wait! She's not my repairer anymore…not anymore, which means I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! But Allecto had to become his partner once more, because if she didn't – he would get expelled for not having a repairer. And I can't become a pilot if I don't have a repairer.

   "Nice knowin' ya, Gner."  Speaking of repairers and utterly moronic bitches…

    He decided not to reply. Tarria stopped for a second, putting down her bags and brushing the midnight-black tresses behind her ear.

   "You know Gner, you are a real jerk."

   "And you're a bitch." He answered impassively.

   "I know." She smiled crookedly. "So…you really *were* jealous." He raised his head to glare at the girl, his dark ruby eyes trying to drill a hole in her very essence.

   "And you got kicked out…wait, how did you-"

   "The entire GOA knows about your little exploits." His eyes widened slightly, but only for a fraction of a second.

   "Damn." Hiead cursed quietly. Her lips curved into an emotionless smile once more.

   "I must say…it was very *noble* of you, oh the mighty knight!" The dark haired girl exclaimed, with flawless sarcasm radiating piercingly from her lips. 

   "Mighty-knight my ass, Hidgi; aren't you suppose to be gone anyways?"

   "That's what the bags are for!" She exclaimed happily, a very implausible look appearing on her face. "Take care, space boy." Tarria unhurriedly reached for her luggage and was gone before you could say 'supraventricular tachyarrhythmias'. 

   That wench. Thank hell she was gone, gone for good. Hiead mentally smirked to himself. She should have known better than to bully people around in the main hallways. Any idiot knows that there are cameras in all the mass places on GOA.

   But as it seemed, becoming a Goddess repairer was nothing but a fun game for her; she was better off living with her rich snobby parents on Zion. The boy narrowed his garnet eyes, as the spark of fire flashed in them swiftly. Someday I will be rich enough to live on Zion.

   …And that maniac. Oh yes, Hiead almost forgot about Mick. Allecto didn't see it! She was just too stupid, too busy daydreaming and French-kissing to see how pathetically moronic she was. That guy! Ooh he would kill that Mick-idiot the first second, if he would be allowed to. How the hell Allecto didn't see that this jerk could have- You're doing it again, Hiead. Damn it; he needed to concentrate on becoming a pilot more, stop wasting his thoughts on stupid people around him. He was becoming way too weak lately. And there was no way it would go on any longer. He had to stop thinking so much. He needed more training, more studying; he needed to get a life for God's sake!

                  Other ways he'd be screwed for the rest of his already hideous existence.

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      "Oh Goddess!" Kizna exclaimed for the umpteenth time with amazement, as she listened to her best friend tell her the tale like never before.

      "Kizna, I would have *really* appreciate it if you would stop saying that and tell me what you think about the whole situation."

     "Oh Goddess." Ikhny sighed and looked up at the girl with fox ears sitting in front of her and twitching them furiously. "I mean…wow…"

     "That doesn't help either." The brown-haired girl took off her thin glasses and rubbed her eyes in frustration. She was glad though that Kizna heard the latest news from *her* and not from anybody else in GOA. This was so embarrassing.

     "I'm sorry…it's just that, I mean how…did he really do- was he jealous or something…was he really trying to rape you?"

     "Whom are you talking about? I'm not exactly following."

     "Mick and Hiead." Kizna absently took Ikhny's glasses and studied them in her hand.

     "I'm not sure yet."

     "About what? See, now I am the one who's not following."

     "What was what and who was who. I don't think Mick was *trying* to do anything bad to me…he's so sweet and I must say – I know him better than I ever knew Hiead. And Hiead…I don't know what about Hiead."

     "I know! It's because he looo~oooves you!"

     "Kizna!" Ikhny tried to hide her flushed face away from her friend, but wasn't able to do that very well. All of this was so crazy! First, she's leaving from her abusive partner, then her new partner tries to kiss her, and then her ex-partner hits her partner for trying to kiss her! And now, her best friend is making a bit-fat soap opera 'love triangle' out of all this. "You're supposed to be my friend in this, you know."

    "I am Iknhy." Kizna smiled, dropping Ikhny's glasses on the bed. Then she came up unhurriedly and hugged the girl tightly. "It's just so cute when you blush! Who would've thought… she has stolen the hearts of two men!"

    "Would you stop it please…" Ikhny pulled away gently and brushed her gloved hands through the brownish hair. "It's not like that…Okay, so maybe Mick likes me a little, but Hiead…I mean it's not possible."

    "The two guys are willing to kill each other for you!" Kizna flicked her ears almost soundly.

    "I hate when you do that." Ikhny sat back on her bed and watched her friend stop pacing frantically around the room.

    "Do what?"

    "That thing you do, when you are exaggerating the actual event one hundred times."

    "Am not! It's you, who always gives a little deal to big things."

    "Kizna, really, it's not my wedding or anything; it's just the boy who tried to kiss me, that's all,"

    "And the *other* boy who almost died of jealousy." Kizna continued smiling playfully.

    "I have already told you: Hiead was just trying to protect me, because he thought Mick intended to do something bad to me."

    "And *what* would you call that, huh? Ikhny…I don't know…maybe Hiead likes you, but maybe he just doesn't know it yet…" The girl with fox ears smiled once more, thoughtfully. "Do you like him?" Kizna's question stung Ikhny's ears like a bee.

    "Of course no…t. Why would I like him?" Ikhny stood up as well and looked down at her feet, not quite knowing what to do.

   "Beats me… but if you *do* like Hiead, I think you should do something about it."

   "Never." The answer was flat and perfectly certain.

   "Why not?" Kizna's voice sounded curious.

    "B-because…never! No! I would never-…and Mick; I almost forgot about him! I have to visit him, see if he is alright."

    "Ikhny."

    "…Yes?" Her response was somewhat timid.

    "Let me tell you something about men." And then, Kizna eagerly led the girl to sit on the bed, while she told Ikhny a tale her mother was once telling her.

      TO BE CONTINUED…

    Olya's notes: Oh I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me! This second part with Kizna and Ikhny sucked so much! I didn't feel quite right about it…don't know why…and the worst of all, I don't know what to do about it. *sigh* Maybe next time it will be better.

   NOW: let me tell you kids what a definition of the word *review* is: A review is something (in my opinion) that is given from the readers to the author, something that refers to the story of course, and something that CRITICIZES IT. Criticizing means not only saying bad things, but good ones too. So if you are about to write a review saying 'this was so kewl, continue, dun't you dare to stop!', please don't give me that crap, please, it only makes me wanna puke. These kinds of short reviews don't even contain a SINGLE idea of how much you liked/disliked my writing skills.

    Listen: I need to get better at what I do. Help me tell me what I do wrong and be kind enough to tell me what things you liked.

   But of course, not all reviews I get are like that…most of them are great! Thank you all.

                                                                        Sincerely, Olya