(A/n: Because only TWO people reviewed, I had to do it MY way! You people are so mean! Anyways, here's chapter 11--The one that you've all been waiting for. I've been really busy, so sorry for the long update. Oh, and to the person who says that I should 'work on my dialogue', I'll be nice & not curse this time, I DON'T CARE! I didn't ask anyone if they thought that this fanfic 'needed work' or that they curse too much because they're usually 'kind-hearted' & all that crap. So do me & any other fanfic writers out there a favor by KEEPING YOUR FREAKIN COMMENTS TO YOURSELF! That's all I have to say with out cursing up a storm. Don't test me people, I've got a lot of family issues going on here & if you decide that you're gonna be an asshole & try me, then you're gonna regret it. Sorry for having an outburst like that, but it was necessary.)

He was staring up at Glenn. But how had HE gotten here? Didn't Harle put a barrier up so that no one could get
through? So how had Glenn managed to get through? He pondered this up until the point that he realized that Harlequin wasn't even there.

He shot up straight, ignoring the pain that coursed its way throughout his body. Glenn looked at him strangely before talking.

"Umm, Serge? Why do you have an anarchy bandanna tied around your wrist? Did you decide to change your look or something?" He questioned, getting a glare from Serge.

"No, I did not decide to change my look, Glenn. This isn't even mine! It's Harlequin's. And speaking of her, where in
the seven hells is she!" He shot back angrily.

Glenn took a couple of steps back in fear. When had Serge become this... rude? Maybe something had happened last
night that made him this aggravated. But no matter what happened, wasn't Serge ALWAYS kindhearted?

"I'm not sure. I never even saw her when I came looking for you. You know, you have all of the others worried about you. They thought that something terrible happened to you, so almost everyone split up to look for you." He said disapprovingly, sounding a lot like a stern mother. (A/n: Kinda like mine. º¬¬#)

"I don't care about that right now! As you can see, I am alive and fine. So don't worry your little self about me. For
all we know, Harle could be dead right now and you're sitting here, worrying about ME!" He shouted, a hint of sarcasm laced into his reply could be detected. (A/n: No, REALLY! lol.)

Serge then attempted to stand up, but failed in doing so. He collapsed back onto the ground breathing heavily. Glenn
rushed to his aid but was pushed away by Serge.

"I'm fine." He snapped gruffly. He didn't need anyone's help! All he wanted to do was find Harle and make sure that
she was safe.

"Are you sure, Serge? You don't look fine. You're quite pale and you're breathing heavily." He pointed out carefully,
not wanting to anger him. "Maybe you should wait a little while. She might have gone out to get something and could be on her way back here right now. You have to just wait patiently." He finished, watching Serge for a response.

"But I don't WANT to wait; I want to find her NOW! Can't you just understand that? Why should I have to wait if I
feel that the person that I love dearly is hurt or injured! I don't like this feeling at all and I want to get rid of it as soon as possible!" He cried out, sounding similar to a little kid who didn't get his way and threw a tantrum to try and get it.

"Serge, please... if you work yourself too hard, then you'll wind up killing yourself and not one of us, meaning ALL of the people that you know, wants that to happen to you! Now will you just lie back and rest or must I cast an element to FORCE you?" Glenn threatened angrily. He couldn't understand why he was doing this to himself. Was he really trying to overwork himself on purpose?

Glenn didn't mean his response to appear cruel or forceful. But sadly, as worked up as he already was, that's exactly
how Serge thought it to be. Thus, causing a very angry and stressed Serge to totally lash out at him.

"Oh, I see now. You all want me because I'm the strongest of the group and not to mention the CHRONO TRIGGER. You just want to make sure that I stay alive so that you can too!" He screamed, causing Glenn to be taken aback.

"No, Serge, that's not what I meant! I'm only trying to help-" He tried to reply in vain, but before he could even
manage to finish, a loud explosion was heard from the docks. They both sprang up and ran, forgetting their whole argument, to see what it was, weapons ready. When they reached the docks, they gasped at what they saw.

(A/n: Oh no! What do they see? Anyone care to give me some ideas? I'd REALLY appreciate it. Sorry it took so long to update, I haven't been the happiest lately, therefore, making me tired, and when I'm tired, I can't write as well. Well, to me, being happy isn't crying almost every night. But no one cares, so oh well. Life's like that I guess. L8ter! -Pure Evil Youkai.)