Darina (peeks out from curtain*): Is it sa…ahhh. (*hides behind curtain when sees readers*) I'm not here.

Kerda: She's a little jumpy since she had a lot of school work this week, so it took her a long time to update.

Darina (*peeks out again*): Not only that, but I know people are going to flame me for this chapter.  Like really, this one is a big twist.

Tyson: A twist is good! Why are you hiding? I mean, you updated it already, so you're hiding because of a twist?

Darina (*squeaky voice*): Yes?

Kerda: Okay, you guys read this and we'll see if we should get the fire distinguisher. Sorry this took so long to post, like I said, Darina had a lot of school projects, which took up all of her time. Hmm, this chapter seems the longest yet. I think in this chapter, the song Concrete angel is played at certain parts. Well, thank you all reviewers, you're very nice (*sniff*). Oh, and all, enjoy the chappie.

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~Korea's POV~

     " What are you still doing in bed!?" a voice yelled from somewhere close and for the first time I noticed that those angry icy-blue eyes were connected to a face. An angry face…

      " Get up, you lazy thing!" the face got further away from mine and I saw a brown-and-curly-haired woman in a bath robe standing scruffily in front of a…a…a BED?! The bed I was SITTING ON?! Okay, what's going on?!

      " Where…am I?" even I didn't recognize my small tone caused by the fear of the angry-looking female in front of me. That seemed to make the woman even more frustrated.

      " Don't play dumb again!" she yelled. You know perfectly well that this is your room and you house. Is there anything else you need to get your puny mind set on?" I scrunched my face a little. This person was definitely not pleasant.   

      Before I could say anything else, another thought popped into my mind that I hadn't accounted anymore. Did she say THIS was MY room? But…

~Normal POV~

      " But…how can this be my room?" Korea asked weakly, plainly confused. She wanted to know who this stranger was. She wanted to know where Kai was and where Naia and Rei and Max and the other people who were her friends were.

      That seemed to break the final peak in the woman, who grabbed Korea by the front of her shirt (which Korea noticed wasn't even hers) and roughly shoved her on the floor, making the little girl cry out and sputter in surprise.

      " Don't play with my nerves!" she yelled. Why can't you be like good children and listen to their mothers, for once." Korea wanted to ask what does she mean by children that listen to their mothers, but pursed her lips and listened to the woman brag on.

      " Urgh, just get out to school!" the older person yelled at the girl, making her press against the wall even more. I want you OUT before Marcus comes!!!" She quickly span around, moving her short perky legs that tangled in the long purple bathrobe and slammed the door hard, leaving Korea confused and upset with many questions on her mind…

~Korea's POV~

      Huh? I still couldn't take my eyes off the door, even though I knew the woman was gone. Who was this…this MONSTER?! Why does she hate me so much? Why am I here? WHERE am I? Why does she say this is my room and…ow, my head's starting to hurt! I looked down at my strangely pink shirt. Now that bothered me, since I don't quiet recall having a pink shirt before. I like pink and all, but I never remember having anything of warm colors in my dresser. I looked back at the bed the woman threw me off and tried to put two and two together.

     " This must be a dream," I decided out loud, but then rubbed my sore foot, on which I landed when the woman lassoed me on the floor. If this is a dream, why does it hurt so much? And I think I'm scared…wouldn't I wake up…if I was getting scared?  My eyes traveled back to the bed.

      Then they traveled all the way across my room, examining it, looking for at least ONE familiar thing in it. The walls were cracked and the dull-blue paint was fading away with its age. Maybe, I should go along with this for a while. I mean, I might be able to put two and two together.

      Getting up, I walked over to the closet and reached out my hand to pull the knob. But my hand froze, shaking in the air. Why am I so scared? Is it because of the woman? Or because this place may turn into something more…

~Normal POV~

     Korea quickly pushed the last thought out of her head and turned the knob. Inside the closet were clothes, all right. But they were all unfamiliar to her. She sighted.

      " Guess I'd better change out of this shirt," she said, running her hand through all the outfits. The small fingers wandered into the depths of the closet, where they stopped on a certain blue jacket with blue pants and a violet T-shirt. 

     There was a squeal of joy and Korea took the outfit off, hugging it rapidly. At last, she thought. I found something familiar. This outfit is the one I wore in the…the…

    She stopped on that last thought and decided to hold it over until she was completely sure what "that" was. Slipping on the shirt, she felt more comfortable in these dusty-smelling clothes that were actually familiar that the fresh-scented pink shirt she took off. Looking around again, she noticed a backpack in the corner next to an old desk. Picking it up, she decided that this was her bag…for now. In a dream, okay…IF this was a dream, which the child hoped it would be.

      " ARE YOU COMING DOWN OR NOT? MARCUS WILL BE HERE ANY SECOND!!!" a voice boomed whom outside the door to Korea's "room"…

~Korea's POV~

        She's loud. And who's Marcus anyway? I opened the door to reveal a small hallway covered with a thick, red carpet on the ground, which looked just about as old as the wall in my room. Walking carefully, I tried to avoid meeting You-Know-Who when I heard a doorbell…what seemed to be a doorbell. There was the sound of an opening door and I saw a staircase lading to the floor that seemed to be under this one.

      " Oh, Grace, you're looking as wonderful as always!" a man's voice came from the foot of the stairs and I peeked from the corner to see a guy in a fancy outfit standing in front of the woman (who was now dressed in a tight, short-skirted red dress), flashing her a "I'd-prefer-to-go-in-now" smile.

      " Marcus, come in!" Grace flashed him a smile back, clearly not getting his message, since she was still in the doorway. I'm sorry the house is a bit of a mess." The guy leaned over and I saw him place a small kiss on her cheek.

      " Is the girl gone?" he asked, looking around as if expecting to see that girl jumping out on him at any moment.

      " Not yet, but I'll make sure she leaves now!" Grace said, turning to the stairs. You just get comfortable until I get back." It took me a few moments to realize that that girl was me, since in a flash of thought, that Grace woman was standing in front of me, tapping her hells angrily against the floor.

      " I thought I told you to get out!" she hissed harshly. You're just like your wretched father, uncaring and insensitive for a girl like me." Excuse me, but who's the insensitive and the uncaring around here?

      " Now that he dumped me, I need to find a new husband and you'd better not get in my way, you hear me twerp?!" Grace did not seem so graceful at the moment and her face became uglier as it put on a frown.

      I made up my mind to ask the questions later and ran downstairs where I thought the door was. I ran past Marcus, who stared hatefully back at me. Opening the door, I let out a breath as I slowed down and looked around, shutting the door behind me again. I heard the man saying something like:

       " I can't believe how unlucky you got to be stuck with that kind of a kid." I sighted, seeing nothing made any sense. The woman mumbled something back, in a voice, which made it clear that she was glad I was gone. But my mind was once again closed up as I made my way down the strange street. Did he just say that I was that woman's child? I nearly dropped my backpack of surprise! That monster is…is…my MOTHER?! I kept myself from gasping. That can't be!!! I tried to reassure myself this was all a dream, but it felt so real. But if it was, she can't be my mother. My parents are dead and I live with Kai and Voltaire and…no, this isn't right. Oh god, I wish Kai was here.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed

       Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a large gray building where there was a yard and a crowd of kids was hanging all around the fence. I wondered if this was my school. And if it is, how do I know the way here?

       " Hey, look it's the little wannabe," I heard a snobbish voice from the side of the school as I entered the gates. I turned, staring widely at a pretty stuck-up-looking girl with waist long dark-purple hair that gleamed in the sunlight freely who was probably thirteen or so. Her eyes were black and I didn't take liking in her sneer. Her hair blew in the breeze, sliding over to her purple-tank top to match her hair along with a pair of tight, knee-length purple pants. I felt hatred over her instantly for some reason. GOD, WHY is everybody practically DROOLING over her? I snorted as some laughter was heard after the girl's comment.

       " Awww, is little baby going to cry?" the rude purple-haired girl made a sad face, though her eye kept snickering. Do you want a bottle?" She let out a shrill laughed as a gang of idiotic boys laughed along with her. I just kept on walking, trying to ignore her.

Nobody knows what she's holdin' back

       " Hey, don't you know it's not…POLIGHT to walk away?!" I felt somebody's hand dig into my shoulder and I was pushed on the ground, overtaken by surprise. I saw the same purple hair standing over me, making me even madder.

      " Leave me alone!" I yelled, getting up and brushing the dust of my outfit. I had a bad enough day already, I don't want somebody insulting me." To my surprise and great fury, she just yawned in my face.

       " Yah, whatever," she said in her snobbish voice. Say…I forgot my history book, do you mind if I take yours?" With that, she gave me no warning as she ripped off my backpack, dumping all the books and papers out of it.

Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday       

       " Here we go," she grabbed a book from the floor. I think I'll borrow this for the rest of the day." That's when I lost it. I grabbed the book and yanked it out of her hands, making her stumble backwards. She squeaked in surprise and that's when the trouble really began. The gang of boys helped her u and were about to pounce on me when the [what seemed to be] school bell.

       " Should we take care of her, Cedra?" one of the guys asked. The girl who seemed to be Cedra shook her head.

       " I'll deal with her later," she said, picking up MY book like it was her own. And as a little repay for pushing me, here's your book!" And to my horror, she gave the book a middle kick, making if scrunch in two, then opened it and ripped out some pages. I furious tried to open up my wings, but they just didn't come out. By the time I gave up, the bullies were gone and I was left alone with a ripped up history book and a messed up backpack. I felt really mad at her. Suddenly, I felt mad at everyone.

She hides the bruises with linen and lace

     Tears of anger sprang in my eyes, but I frantically pulled them back and put the stuff back into the book bag (including the ripped up history book). Walking through the school entrance, I noticed my mind knew where to go. Is it possible…could I have been here before? Maybe one...

      " Mrs. Orean!" a sharp voice said from above, breaking my thoughts off, making me realize I was stepping into a classroom. We're waiting!" I threw my eyes up, seeing a woman with tight blonde hair in a bum in front of me. She had a ruler in her hands, which made me think she was a teacher.

        " Korea Orean, do you mind explaining why you're late for the third time this week?" she asked, and all the faces in the classroom turned towards me. Most of them snickered quietly and I flushed of embarrassment, but quickly turned pale when I realized what she called me…Korea OREAN?! My last name is Hiwatari, nor Orean. Or…it was the last time I checked. Wasn't it?

       " We're waiting!" the woman tapped her ruler impatiently against the brown table next to her. Whispers rose in the room, but she quickly told the other students to be quiet.

       " I'm sorry…I'm late…again," I blurted out, not wanting to be a tattletale. But my head was spinning. No, I'm late because a girl, who claimed she knows me ripped up my history book and I was never late to your class because I was never here before and WHY AM I SO CONFUSED?! What's going on?  

       " Korea!!!" the woman yelled sharply. Please take your seat before I have to repeat myself again, which will cause severe punishment." She pointed to a desk next to some black-haired boy who looked sneakily at me. Something hinted my mind that I wasn't going to find my stay here pleasant. I sat quietly down, looking at the woman.

       While she began to explain something about math, my thought wandered off to some distant place. Why couldn't I open my wings? What was this place? And how do I know about it? These things swirled in my head as I felt a poke at my side. I turned to see the black-haired kid poking me with his pencil.

      " Quit it!" I hissed, making him grin in pride. I got furious again, so I turned to look at the teacher, when…

       " OW!" I yelled, jumping up from my seat when something sharp broke through the skin on my hand. The boy that pricked my quickly put the sharpened pencil he poked me with away, looking at the blackboard innocently. I turned around also, just to I find myself staring at yet ANOTHER pair of angry eyes. This time they were the teacher's.

       " Mrs. Orean, do you want to leave?" she asked, tapping her foot against the floor. Is there a reason you interrupted the class?" I should tell her.

       " That boy poked me with a pencil," I said, asking myself could I have made it anymore obvious for her to think I'm lying. I was right.

       " Don't blame your wrongdoing on other people," the woman said as she walked over to the blackboard. For the rest of the lesson, I ignored the painful poking at my side as I laid my head on my desk, making sure the tears didn't come out. To my surprise, the bell rang pretty fast and the scornful teacher told us to put away our things.

      " It's time for art, kids," my eyes picked up and for a moment I forgot how upset I felt when I heard it was time for my favorite thing to do. The boy next to me got up and the teacher asked him to pass out the white paper. I waited patiently, but he just walked DELIBERETLY past me without even handing me a paper. When he sat down with his own sheet, I caught a smirk playing on his face, but chose to ignore it as my hand shot up in the air. I figured things weren't much different in schools, a demon or not.

       " Yes, Korea?" the teacher looked up from her desk, clearly annoyed by the disturbance.

       " I didn't get a sheet," I quickly said, but to my even quicker surprise, the teacher just got mad.

       " Mrs. Orean, I had just about enough of your silly remarks," she said as she pointed towards my desk. It's right under your nose." I looked down while beginning to argue when I came face-to-face with a clean sheet of white paper. My head boiled as I noticed my neighbor sneaking into the closet and taking out another paper. The cheat! He WANTED to get me in trouble! I searched my backpack for a pencil, ignoring the ripped up history book. My hands finally stumbled over one and I took it out. Thinking of what to draw, my hands didn't even obey my mind as they began to make all kinds of lines on the paper. I gave in to my second thoughts [still ignoring the poking] and looked at what I was drawing…

       My eyes opened wide as tears sprang in them. I saw a forming picture of Kai as a demon. I nearly threw down my pencil as a lot of thought rushed into my mind. This wasn't where I belonged…where are you Kai? Where…

      " Okay, pick up your things and get ready for history," I heard the teacher say and I looked down at my finished drawing. Before I could put it away, a smudge of ink landed on it. I turned to see a girl at my side snickering as she landed another ink blob on my work. That made me totally out of it. Who does she think she is?!  

      " Okay, now let me see your history books," the woman walked around as I got nervous. My history book WAS history. I tried to make myself as tiny as possible when the teacher stopped at my desk Please, don't ask me, please, don't ask me! I silently prayed…

       " Korea, where's your book?" a voice boomed in my ears. I gulped. Not good! Since I had no chose, I pulled what was left of my history book out, not daring to look at the face of 'my' teacher. Even the students looked shocked.

       " I'm sorry…" I began, finally letting go of the tears that wanted to escape my eyes. I didn't do this. You see, there was thi…"

      " Korea Orean!!!" the teacher yelled frantically and whammed her ruler against my desk, making my gasp in surprise. I expected better from you! Not only are you the most disrespectful student in this school I ever had, you also managed to get yourself into trouble for the fifth time this week. Detention for the rest of the year for five hours each day and I promise your mother will have a full report about it tomorrow…" She kept on yelling while all the other faces snickered. All except for mine…and my brother's face in my drawing.

      Before I knew it, tears came down like a waterfall and my legs carried me out of the classroom.

      " Orean!" I heard the teacher yell, but I didn't stop. I wanted to cry forever. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her that I never saw her before in my life, that I never was here in this school, that I never had a mother at this age, that I DON'T BELONG HERE!

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask

      Running past yet another classroom, I saw a young woman looking at me in s split second, as if she felt sorry for me as I bolted down the staircase to the first floor. I ran out of the school doors, which snapped behind me, making a loud bang, but that didn't stop my legs. They kept on moving, my brain telling them to go somewhere for away from here…far away from this place.

      " Ahh!!!" something hard his against my head and I fell backwards as I realized I bumped into a brick wall. I was standing in a small deserted alley between two buildings. I heard my loud breathing ease, but my sobs only increased. Still clutching Kai's picture in my hand, I walked out of the alley, hoping nobody was on the street to see me. My dumb luck, of course, wanted me to be noticed as I passed through a crowd of people at a public park, each one of the looking at me as I sat down on the small bench at the shadowed corner and began to cry.

        All those people noticed I was crying, but they walked on like nothing was happening.

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask

       Sure, why would anybody care about a small worthless girl who ran out of school because she lost all of her sanity and doesn't even know who she is anymore!?

      I felt a drop of liquid disappear in my hair as I looked up to see the clouds gathering in the sky. My sobs eased a little, but my memories haunted me. As I got up, noticing the rain broke the crowd apart, I walked upon the wet empty sidewalk. Nobody noticed, nobody cared. Nobody was here…

      I decided to go to the one place I was at least a little familiar with; even though my mind told me it was a bad idea. The rain mixed with my tears, waving a goodbye from the park, as if trying to comfort me. I smiled through teas and tried to thank the rain, but no words came out, so I just went on. Maybe my pretend mom would understand…

Bearing the burden of a secret storm

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       Not likely…

       As I stepped into the small doorway, I saw the woman reading a magazine on the couch. With no hello, she looked at the clock and turned to me with a deadly gaze. I froze in the middle of the room, my clothes all dripping.

       " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" the beastly person boomed. DON'T TELL ME YOU RAN OUT OF SCHOOL AGAIN?!" I didn't know what to say. Tell me, how could I run out of school again when I never WAS in school before. Well, not in this one anyway…

       " But I…" I began, but she decided to cut me off.

       " But you just decided it was okay to skip the rest of the day while other hardworking people try their best!?" Grace screamed again. Huh, is that what you think?!" I stepped back a little as she dangerously rose off the couch, carefully putting down the magazine. She can't be my mother…she cares more for that magazine than she does for…me.

      " Get out and I don't want to see you TILL MORNING!!!" Grace said and I made no second thought, running out into the raging rain as fast as my legs could carry me.

Sometimes she wishes she was never born

       " And don't bother coming back today!" I heard the pretend-to-be-my-mother slam the door and let out the breath I was holding in my lungs…

~Normal POV~

       Korea dragged her wet self into the park under the rain and placed herself on the bench.

        " YAIII!!!" she yelled, jumping up as the unnoticed to her before water on the bench went through her leather pants. She sighted. Even here I'm not wanted any longer, she thought, casting a last glance at the park as she walked out of the cold iron gates again past the gates to turn to some unfamiliar shopping street. Kai once told me that there's a place for everybody in this world, even for me. I want to go there…I want to go there, somewhere I belong…

Through the wind and the rain

       Walking past all the shops, she hurried up, wondering if she could get into one of them without being noticed to warm up. People kept hurrying past her from time to time with umbrellas that caught in the wind. But none of them paid attention to the wandering person looking for a place to belong… 

~Korea's POV~

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can't rise above

     Huh, what's that song? I listened carefully as I came up closer to the closing shop the music came from. It was sweet and sad and I had a small feeling I heard it before, but I didn't know from where. The shopkeeper eyed me curiously, but then cast me a suspicious look and turned away. Maybe I should come in for a while…

    Ding! The small bell on the top of the door jingled as I came in. The woman at the counter quickly hurried over.

     " Can I help you, young lady?" she asked. I shock my head "no" in response.

    " I'll look around for a while," moving to the nearest isle, I started to look at the CD's.

    " Alright, call me if you need help," the shopkeeper said in a disappointed tone and walked away. I knew she expected me to buy something. And come to think of it, I did need help…just not in finding songs.

      Looking over all the disks, I stared at the Martina McBride CD. My eyes stepped on one song.

       " Concrete angel," I read quietly, whispering to myself. Is that the song that was just playing?" I looked around for a probably source of the passed music as I noticed a boom box at the counter. Its antenna was up, so I guessed the woman was listening to the radio. I was about to go back to my song searching, when a very interesting report over the radio caught my ear…

       " Today we have been informed that the current champion Bey Blade team, the Blade Breakers, have come back from Russia, having successfully won the Russian tournament. These five young boys: Tyson Granger, Max Tale…" My eyes widened as I carefully listened to each name…could it be?

But her dreams give her wings

       " Rei Kon, Kai Hiwatari and their young mechanic, Kenny, otherwise known as the chief. They have arrived yesterday nig…" But I wasn't listening anymore. My mouth opened wide and my thoughts hung on to the fourth name the announcer said. Kai Hiwatari…is it possible?   

       I quickly ran out of the shop, putting the CD back on the shelf, though I don't think the keeper noticed. Quiet frankly, I just didn't care. All I wanted was to find out where Kai was. Then it would explain everything…was this place real or just another nightmare?

       Running behind the corner, I spotted a lady walking under an umbrella on the street.

      " Excuse me, Mrs…" I didn't know her name. But she stopped non-the less, giving me a surprised stare.

      " I'm Lunera…" she said faintly for some reason. My eyes opened wider. Lunera? I didn't have time to find out if it was her or not, I just needed to know where Kai lives.

       " Do you by any chance know where Kai Hiwatari lives?" I asked jumpily, impatient for the answer. Lunera thought for a moment.

       " Voltaire Hiwatari's grandson?" she finally asked. My face fell. I remembered my grandfather well…if he was still my grandfather. I knobbed.

       " Hmm, I heard they lived somewhere on Main Avenue, but I really don't know, I'm sorry," she said. I smiled for the first time during my stay here. At least she was much nicer than the other people I met so far.

And she flies to a place where she's loved

       Thanking her, I ran downtown after receiving the directions. Main Avenue was supposed to be only a block away. As I ran, I kept wondering if Kai was any different in this place. I wasn't sure we were even talking about the same Kai, since MY last name turns out to be Orean and I'm his sister, for heaven's sake…I think.

Concrete angel

        Yet another face passed me without knowing where Kai lived. I WAS searching on Main Avenue, but the rain made it hard to find people to ask about Kai. I ran past the corner where a hooded figure was sitting. I couldn't see their face but a suitcase was on the ground next to them as I noticed they were waiting for a cab. Carefully stepping up, the figure didn't even seem to acknowledge I was here.

       " Excuse m-me?" I began because whoever they were, they were seriously starting to freak me out.

       " Hello, can I help you?" the figure still didn't raise its head, but its voice was pleasantly familiar and comforting. It's a definite she, I decided. It seems like she's nice.

        " Umm, yes, would be so kind to tell me where grandfa…I mean, Voltaire Hiwatari lives?" I asked slowly and nearly fell backwards when the figure got up quickly. She raised one hand and pointed down the street.

       " Over there, in the big house down the street, just follow down the road and you can't miss it," it's like the person purposely wore the hood, since who she was remained unclear. The house number is 1702. The bell is on the gate, just ring it and they'll open." I stared at her in disbelief.

       " Errr, thank you mam," I started running down the street, looking back once, wondering how she knew all that specific information. Did she saw somebody visit Voltaire or something? Probably, I decided finally. Unless she went to his house herself, but why would she do that? From what I know, grandfather hates visitors.

       The sound of my feet hitting against the puddles distracted me from my thought and calmed me down as turned away just to see the woman in the hood still standing there, looking at me. A cab circled around the corner and stopped where she was standing, motioning for her to get in. I turned my eyes back on the road and saw the palace she was talking about! Wow…

~Normal POV~

      " Where to, Miss?" the taxi driver asked the hooded figure, who kept staring at the little girl running down the street. She picked up her suitcase and was about to throw it into the car, when she noticed the child that asked he for directions was almost crying. She didn't know why, but that shit through her heart for some reason.

      " Well, Madame?" the driver was getting impatient. The stranger knew she needed to go, but something told her to stay. She nearly tripped over her suitcase while thinking. The driver didn't seem to notice, but she noticed he was getting angry. It was time to decide.

      " I think I'll walk out for a while, sorry for stopping you," swirling the long trench coat behind, the stranger grabbed her suitcase and began to walk away into the nearest alley.

      " She could have just said that," the driver whispered under his breath angrily, driving the car away.

       What does she have to do with the Hiwatari's? the woman under the hood thought, taking another turn. Hmm…     

~Korea's POV~

      I walked up to the large gate of the mansion number 1702. Looking over the door, I saw the bell, just like the person described. She really knew what she was saying, I guess! But that's not the point…

     " Come on, answer Kai," I had a little trouble reaching the bell, since it was three-quarters of the fence from the ground. No answer came, but the lights in the large house were on, so I rang again. While I waited, I looked over the EXTREMELY large house. It was bigger than…than what? I didn't even notice the gates opening up as I pondered what to call my past when Kai was still my brother.

     I finally came inside the front lawn, feeling like I needed about six more pairs of eyes to see everything that was around me. And the walk to the house was so large!!! It felt like an hour before I actually reached the steps, which, to my greatest relief, weren't as long at the walk towards them. I wondered as I got up the steps: Would Kai know me? How would he react to me? How would VOLTAIRE react to me? I didn't know what to do.

    Reaching the last step, I saw yet ANOTHER doorbell on the door. Sighing, I rang it and began to wait. Fortunately, a pair of footsteps was heard on the floor behind the door and the door opened right into my face…

~Normal POV~

      As the door opened in the distance, a trench-coated figure stood behind a tree next to the abbey, looking down at her. The figure remained silent, but it quickly turned away, dropping a small object in the process.

      The woman quickly picked it up, slipping the thing into her pocket as she began to wait. I think that girl will be here soon, she thought, watching the rain pour down the side of her hood…

~Korea's POV~

      " Yes, may I help you?" a tall man in a black suit stood in the doorway. He looked down at the small soaked figure, which was me, and frowned. I guessed that he expected something more.

      " Umm, I'm sorry, but does Kai Hiwatari live here?" I asked, peeking inside, gaping at a gorgeous room further away from the door. It was covered with new-looking furniture and there were humongous crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling.

      " Yes," the man replied in a "come-on-you're-boring-me" tone. Why?" I hesitated, but went on.

       " Umm, may I have a quick word with him?" I asked slowly, making the guy frown even more. Shish!

       " Master Kai's at his studies right now," he said, stepping away from the door for some reason. You cannot speak to him unless it's something really important and…" I broke off my chain.

       " But it IS important," I cut him off, not caring how I sounded. I HAVE to talk to him right away." I guess he saw the desperation in my voice, because he stepped aside and said:

      " Come on, please, I'll tell Master Kai to be with you in a short while," he said, kindly, for some reason, helping me to take off my wet, sleeveless jacket. He hung it up on a coat hanger next to the door.

      " Sit down on the couch while I call Master Kai," the man excused himself, going up the stairs as I sat down on the nearest sofa [there were five in all. 0.0;] and waited. I heard footsteps a minute later and my head jerked up.

       " That was fas-oh," it wasn't who I expected. I young maid with a feather dusted in her hand came down the stairs. She seemed kind of young to be a maid, maybe like sixteen or so, since she was jumping up and down, probably hyper.

    " Ohh, hello," she said, quickly jumping up next to me, nearly scarring the hell out of me. She WAS hyper. Not that much, but at least a half way to hyper. She waved her feather duster wildly around, sending colorful fake, long al over not only me, but also the whole room.

     " Err, hello," I said, feeling a sweat appear at the back of my head as I pulled a feather out of my hair. The girl just grinned the widest grin I EVER saw.

     " I'm Catsy Chilling," she yelled in a shrill voice, making me roll on the floor in surprise. Chilling? Well, I don't know about that part…

      " I'm Korea," I said and stood up, but the maid just grabbed my hand, furiously shaking it, her smile not fading on even a millimeter.

      " Oh, would you like something?" she asked, finally letting go of me as I fell on the couch, stunned. Cookies, Juice, Milk, Soda, Ice Cream…"

      " No, it's okay, really," I said, another sarcastic sweat crawling at the back of my head. I'm just waiting for Kai…" The teen suddenly looked at me in surprise, but then smiled again. She talked so fast, I barely caught up with her words.

       " Ohh, are you waiting for Kai?" she whispered in my eyes with laughter in her voice. I blinked. This seemed to be the only servant who didn't call Kai Master Kai. But then again, I only met one before her. Before I had a chance to reply, she started talking again:

        " Well, I was wondering when Kai'd get a little girlfriend," Catsy said and I nearly feel down with a sweat. Though, aren't you a bit too young to be Kai's girlfriend? Or are you older then you seem, huh, huh?" I felt another sweat added to the back of my head.

       " I'm not his girlfriend, I never even saw him," I lied, feeling like I wanted to him myself hand on the head. Lies, lies, all lies! What's wrong with me, of course I saw him before, he's my…"

       " Just to be perfectly honest with you," Catsy whispered again sneakily into my year, not letting me finish my thoughts ", I sometimes think he's kind of a meanie. But, I'm sorry if you like him or something, no offence to him, he's still nice and soooo kawaii!" I barely heard her whispery fast-talk. It took a moment for me to scan all the words and anger burst into me. My brother's NOT A MEANIE!!!

        Before I could say anything, she started to humm loudly, sending feathers over me again, when…

       " Catsy!" a loud voice came from my side and I turned to see the butler I saw earlier walking towards the now not-so-hyper girl.  

        " Hey, Max," she said and I wondered if the man looked a bit old for the name Max. The butler didn't seem to like that at all. He grabbed Catsy by the hand and pushed her out the door at the side.

         " Master Voltaire wants you in the kitchen," he said and I heard a squeal of joy. Okaaayyyy…

         " I'm sorry for Catsy's behavior, she's a very cheerful child, isn't she?" I knobbed at his words. Oh, and Master Kai said he'll be here in a second, I have to go look after Catsy, all right?" I noticed him for the first time smiling at me. Does he finally like me? Or is he just pretending? But that smile…it looked so real. I watched him go out of the room. Too real to be false. Yet too unusual from him to be true. Which was it?

        I pondered some more when I heard more footsteps and wondered if another servant was coming. To my surprise, I boy with cherry-red hair stepped down the stairs, heading for the door. He looked like a baseball player at some point, but in his hand was a…[my eyes opened wider]…a bey blade.  He opened his eyes and I felt a cold chill claw at the skin of my back. When he glared strait into my eyes, I suddenly felt like I was back in the rain, surrounded by a mist of memories. Why does this stranger bring back so much memories?

       " Tala, come on!" a voice yelled from the rain outside and the red-haired teen picked up the speed. I seriously doubted he was a butler here. As he walked on, it seemed like he purposefully began passing next to the couch I was sitting on. He stared at me again and slowed down a little.

        " He doesn't know," he whispered, whizzing past my ear as he walked out, closing the door behind him. I was wondering what that guy, meant, when…

        " Can I help you in any way?" a familiar voice came from the top of the stairs and I nearly leaped for joy when I saw whom it was…

        " KAI!" well, maybe I did leap for joy. But Kai just stared at me like I was a stranger.

         " I see you know me," he said, walking down the stairs. Yes, I thought happily. I DO know you. I knew you all my life!

         " How?" he suddenly asked, which took me aback for a moment. Now was the time to tell him. I took a deep breath and began:

         " Kai, don't you remember? Don't you remember me?" I looked strait into his eyes. I'm your sister, Korea Hiwatari…"

Wow, what's Kai going to say not that Korea confessed? Does he really know she's his sister? Is this world real or not? Who is the mysterious woman following Korea and what does she want with her? What did Tala mean when he said that? Is he more than what he appears to be or not? Is this a sequel by any chance? Maybe or maybe it's something else.  Find out the truth in the next chapter.  

Tyson: AHHHH…Korea, you're even more evil than I THOUGHT. TOO MUCH EVIIIILLLL CLIFFIES!!! And Darina, I'm going to kill you for changing the storyline. (*Takes out a flame thrower*) I'm going to flame you even thought I'm not a reviewer.             

Darina (*horrified as she runs away from Tyson shooting fire at her*): Nooo, I promise we'll get back to Korea's dream. Don't fire at me! (*stops for a moment with a sneaky smile*) Or WAS it a dream. Like I said, next chapter. Ahhh! (*dodges fire*)

Tyson: I'm flaming you until you show my the rest of the…

Kerda (*takes away his fire-shooter*): That's enough, don't you see how the poor girl's frustrated already. If she promised than she promised, okay?(*Hugs Darina*) It's okay, thought I AM REALLY MAD AT YOU ALSO!!!!

Darina (*runs off stage*): I don't want to see all the flames, you read them Kerda. I'm so  sorry!!!!

Max: o.0 What was that all about?

Kerda: Don't worry; she'll get over it in a minute or two. She always does. Oh, and umm…oh yah, I forgot. See ya all next time. Bye!