Lord Cynic: (reading a newspaper) "... No... hmm, nope... oh, maybe..."
Mini Garet: "?"
Lord Cynic: ""Wanted: Construction Worker"... no... "Wanted: Security Guard"... no..."
Mini Isaac: "Whatcha doin'?"
Lord Cynic: "Finding jobs for you lot."
Mini's: "... WHAT!"
Lord Cynic: "... You're not staying here for free."
Mini Isaac: "What do you need the money for?"
Lord Cynic: "..."
Mini Isaac: "? Cyno, yoo hoo!"
Lord Cynic: "... "Wanted: Nurse." Mia, you'd be perfect for that."
Mini Mia: "H-Huh?"
Mini Isaac: (Drools)
Mini Ivan: "… Er, you guys?"
Mini Mia: "Forget it, Ivan. He won't answer."
Mini Ivan: "Hmm…"
Lord Cynic: "... "Wanted: Dunce." Garet, that'll be your job."
Mini Garet: "HEY!" (Toasts Cynic)
Mini Jenna: "Lord Cynic doesn't own Golden Sun. He doesn't own Germany, Italy, or fried eggs. He owns us, and he owns this bowl of potato wedges -" (Shows them)
Lord Cynic: "Potato wedges!" (Snatches the bowl)
Mini Jenna: "Hey!"
Chapter 7 - Night Two
Isaac was in an agitated mood by bedtime (11:30pm). You'd think his half chance of eternal happiness with Mia (A.N.: "Wait, wait, hold on! I mean their near miss kiss, that's all... hey, that rhymes! Shweet!") would cool him down, wouldn't you? I beg to differ, little people...
Isaac shuffled around the house, searching for alcohol (yeah, he still wanted his prize for winning the battle). He was about to check the kitchen again for the 73rd time, when Mia appeared from upstairs.
"I've checked everywhere else," she said. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing left."
"AAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!"
As a result, Isaac was as furious as a red bull looking at itself in the mirror. Without saying goodnight, he shut himself in his bedroom.
Mia sighed to herself as she sat back in her chair.
"It'll never happen," she whispered sadly to herself. She stared across the hallway at Isaac's door, remembering how close his face was to hers, and wishing she could see herself in his eyes again.
Isaac was still awake, and was sitting on his bed, staring at the floor in the darkness.
"I could've told her," he said to himself." "Damnit, if it weren't for Garet, I could've shown her how I feel! I'll kill him!"
Don't be so hard on yourself, a calm voice inside his head said. It's never too late to confess your feelings.
Speak for yourself, scoffed another voice in Isaac's head. You can't even get Tonic to notice you unless you're both being used in battle - and that hasn't been for years!
"What the... Flint? Granite? Get out here!"
In a flash, the two Venus Djinni popped out and sat on Isaac's shoulders, grinning widely. Isaac wasn't amused.
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. Instantly, the grins turned into looks of shock and resentment.
What do you mean? Granite asked.
"I mean this whole... attempt at pretending to help me," Isaac replied.
Oh, that, Flint said apathetically. Well, really, it's just a plan to takeover all of Weyard.
Shut up, Granite hissed, making Flint scowl. Seriously, we just want to help you make the right decision. Well, I do, anyway. Flint's obviously deranged.
Flint's maniacal smirk disappeared from his face.
Well, then, he said huffily. Just who was the first one to find Isaac and Garet? What were you doing until they found you? Probably getting yourself drunk at the Tolbi Springs, I bet.
At least I didn't mistake a Ape for a date, Granite shot back. That caused Flint to snap, and he launched at Granite.
Amidst the Djinni war, Isaac changed into his Djinn pyjamas (Venus Djinni T-Shirt, Mercury Djinni shorts (A.N.: "Comment, and die.") a Mars Djinni cap, and a Jupiter Djinni sleeping mask), and then tucked himself in. Soon, he fell asleep to tiny grunts, punches and yelps of pain.
"Mia! Wake up, girl!"
Mia's eyes snapped open, and Garet stopped his finger clicking. Mia looked around at the others who were watching her, then blushed.
"Sorry guys," she said. "Hold on, how come you're all back?"
"We thought we'd better keep some extra eyes out for Isaac," Garet replied. "And from the looks of things, we'd better keep our eyes out for you as well, hmm?"
"I... that is... I didn't..."
However, before Mia could explain herself, everyone heard an enormous pair of wings flapping outside. Everyone scrambled to a nearby window to catch a glimpse of a massive flying boat sailing in the air about Vale. And guiding the boat was...
"Piers?"
Suddenly, a fierce gust caught the ship in its grasp. Piers fought bravely to regain control of his vessel, but eventually the winds were too powerful for him, and he was catapulted into the side of the house.
"Oh no," Mia squeaked. Everyone rushed outside to retrieve Piers from the roof (and after discovering Piers was still alive, Sheba swore under her breath), and after being rescued by Felix's Growth Psynergy, he stumbled wearily into the house. Everyone followed him slowly, some looking back at the trashed air vessel.
Being the calm Lemurian that he was, Piers wasn't at all phased by his near death experience, which is more than can be said for Sheba. On the contrary, she was downright furious that Piers survived. Thankfully, she refrained him bashing him over the head, and merely sat in silence. Ivan frequently gave her fleeting looks, but she never returned them, so he too sat in silence.
"So, what brings you back to Vale?" Mia asked, watching Piers take a tentative sip from his cup of tea.
"Oh, you know, just a cruise," he replied casually. He looked around. "How come you're all still awake?"
"We're on a top secret mission to create a weapon from the Golden Sun at night," Ivan said slyly, but he got a conk on the head from Sheba. "Oww!"
"Well, there is some truth to that," Jenna said, glaring at the younger Jupiter Adepts. "Mia's been asked to babysit Isaac while he's asleep, and we're here to make sure nothing goes cuckoo."
"And to make sure they enjoy themselves," Ivan remarked. ZAP! POW! In two seconds, Ivan was out like a light, and Jenna and, strangely enough, Mia, towering over him, brandishing mallets. Mia suddenly realised what she did, and sat back down to her cup of tea.
"It's not that easy you know," she said defiantly, growing slightly red. Piers raised an eyebrow. "He's been sleep-walking and sleep-casting lately."
"Okay," Piers said slowly, "I can understand the sleep-walking, but sleep-casting?" The others exchanged dark looks at each other. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," Sheba lied.
"Sleep-casting is just casting Psynergy in your sleep," Garet explained. Piers nodded slowly, still trying to grasp this new concept of casting Psynergy in your sleep.
"So, has anything else changed since I've been sailing around Weyard?" he asked. He was surprised to see Sheba smirk.
"Well, actually..." she began, but she got an elbow from Jenna, who half-pointed to Mia. Sheba nodded immediately.
"Yes?" Piers enquired.
"... Garet's developed a drinking problem," Sheba said quickly. Garet became horrified.
"Hey!"
"It's the truth, bourbon boy, live with it," Jenna said rudely, then hissed to Garet, "Shh! We're keeping Isaac and Mia's secret to ourselves for now, got it?" She nodded towards Mia, who was staring down into her cup in silence, and seemed tuned out of this conversation. Garet nodded quickly.
Sheba also turned to Mia, then back to Piers.
"We'll tell you later," she whispered. Piers nodded again, sipping his tea quietly.
Isaac? Iiiiisac?
He stirred in his sleep.
Iiiiisac! Do you hear me, Isaac?
"Huhn!" Isaac muttered.
You... must... tell Mia... how you feel...
"Must tell Mia," Isaac muttered again.
No! shouted another voice suddenly.
Yes, you must tell -
Let her stew, don't listen to this stooge.
Keep out of this!
Isaac, get up!
"Huhn!" Isaac climbed out of bed.
Now, jump onto the table!
No, don't!
Do it!
Don't.
DO IT!
DON'T!
Both voices shouted to him at the same time, and Isaac ended up smashing into the table.
"Did anyone hear that?" Jenna asked suddenly, hearing the crash resulting from Isaac's mishap. Mia lifted her head off the table (she'd fallen asleep) and turned her head to look upstairs.
"Do you think Isaac's in trouble?" she asked.
"Best not risk anything," Garet said and got up out of his chair.
The others nodded in agreement, and everyone but Piers and Ivan (who was still unconscious) started upstairs.
"Will he be okay?" Piers called.
"He'll recover… eventually," Jenna called back.
"Just hurry up!" Sheba called impatiently. Piers looked at Ivan once, shrugged then started to follow the others.
Everyone arrived at the door of Isaac's bedroom, but they were all hesitant to enter.
"So, who's gonna volunteer?" Garet asked. The others shook their heads, causing Garet to groan.
"Oh, no worries," Jenna said brightly. "Let's vote on it."
Mia's stomach sank, guessing the result of this suggestion.
"Okay, I'll go first," Garet said. "Hmm... I vote for... Mia. Jenna?"
"Mia. Sheba?"
"Mia. Felix?"
"Mia. Piers?"
"... Jenna." Everyone looked at him. "What?"
"Oh, nothing," Sheba lied again, "but sooner or later you'll have to catch up with the news."
Mia fumed, hearing that.
"Okay," Jenna said. "That just leaves Mia to vote."
Mia laughed nervously.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it does."
Mia sighed heavily.
"Well, if I have to... Jenna."
Garet took an unnecessarily long time to calculate the results.
"The results are: Mia with four votes, Jenna with two." He coughed slightly. "That means... Mia, with four votes, you are the weakest link. Goodbye."
Everyone waved at her, and once again, Mia hung her head in defeat. If she weren't the cheerful, eternally optimistic and friendly Mercury Adept that she was, she probably would've punched everyone's lights out in frustration. However, the niggling feeling of getting to see Isaac again kept her from committing the act. So, she was left with no choice but to enter Isaac's bedroom for a second time.
"Good luck," Jenna said cheerfully, grateful that she wasn't in Mia's shoes.
"You'll need it," Sheba said with her trademark smirk.
"Gee, thanks," Mia said half-spiritedly, edging the door open.
This was your fault, Granite said irritably, as he and Flint watched Isaac rolling on the floor in pain. Flint gave a rude smirk.
Simple-minded fool, he said. Aint nothing can hurt the Twinkie!
... What?
... Uh oh, they're coming.
Hearing the door click, the Venus Djinni vanished with a pop.
"Isaac?"
Mia's head poked into the dark bedroom. Her hand searched for a light switch, and finding one flicked it on. However, she sweatdropped when she saw the scene before her: blankets sprawled on the bed; the bedside table tipped over, with shirts, socks and underwear hanging in peculiar places; and a blonde 19-year old teenage boy rolling on the floor in agony, clutching his leg in excruciating pain.
"Isaac! What happened?"
Isaac froze in mid-roll, and Mia rushed over to him.
"Erm..." he said slowly. "... I got big owwie boo-boo on my leg."
Mia giggled, which was music to Isaac's ears (of course), and rested her hand on Isaac's leg again (A.N.: "Over the GASH! ... Disgusting people. Oh, er, sorry... I'll be quiet."). Soon, the pain evaporated from Isaac leg and he stood up, grinning awkwardly at her. Mia thought he looked adorable, grinning sheepishly like that, but of course, she wasn't about to tell him herself.
Likewise, Isaac thought Mia looked stunning in the moonlight. Her hair shone with great beauty, her eyes glistened brightly, and her dress blew in the wind (er, the window was open). Like Mia, Isaac couldn't bring up the courage to admit how he felt.
For a little while, they just stood there, smiling nervously at each other. Their lips trembled, wanting to express their feelings.
"So, um..." Isaac began nervously.
"Yes?" Mia said, growing a coy smile. Isaac's heart leapt, and his voice became stuck in his throat.
"I want to tell you something... something very important."
"I'm glad you said that, because I have something to tell you as well."
"Best you go first, then."
"No, you go."
"Mia..."
"Isaac..."
"I..." they began at the same time, but a deafening scream rang from behind the door, and they were forced to stop in mid-sentence.
"You'd better go see what's going on," Isaac said, looking towards the door apprehensively.
"Are... are you sure?" Mia asked, worried that Isaac might injure himself again.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Isaac said, flashing Mia a confident smile. Mia started to feel more relaxed, but she remained concerned about Isaac's health. Suddenly, a lightbulb lip up above Mia's head.
"Do you mind getting back into bed?" she asked. Isaac looked at her strangely, but nodded obligingly and tucked himself back into bed.
"Okay, this won't hurt," Mia said soothingly. Isaac gave her another confident smile, giving Mia the confirmation to continue. Seeing this, she closed her eyes and once again began to glow. Soon, a purple mist started to surround Isaac. His eyes became heavy, his mind cloudy, and soon he was sleeping peacefully. Mia observed the results and gave a small smile.
"Great, it works," she said to herself. She looked at Isaac, who was sleeping like a baby, and her smile grew wider. "Sweet dreams, my love... I just hope you feel the same way."
A soft thud came from the other side of the door, and Mia snapped back into reality. Her face turned into an agitated look, and she walked to the door. However, before she turned off the light she looked at Isaac again and beamed.
"If only you knew how special you are to me," she said quietly. Turning back to the door, she resumed her look and flicked off the light. Closing the door behind her, her face was that of utter destruction.
"Mia's coming!" Sheba whispered urgently. Everybody's stomaches sank imagining Mia's wrath.
"What'll we do?" Jenna asked desperately. No one had time to answer, however, because a blue flash of fury burst through the door. In three seconds, everyone but Garet (who's been knocked out by Jenna) and Ivan (who STILL seemed to be downstairs) had felt Mia's outrage, and were lying on the ground unconscious, with swivelled eyes.
"Hmph! No one messes with a love struck Mercury Adept!" Mia said huffily, then she realised what she said and blushed brightly. Garet managed to recover, and gingerly got up. He looked from an unconscious band of Adepts to a disgruntled Mia and sweatdropped.
"Should I even -"
"Make another sound, and you're joining them in Lalaland!"
"Er, okay."
At that moment, Ivan (who'd FINALLY recovered) crept upstairs. He too observed the results of Mia's anger, and looked ready to bolt back downstairs with Garet, but Mia stood in their way.
"Don't move!" she commanded. Garet and Ivan froze, and then scuttled into a corner. Mia grunted again and went downstairs to make coffee.
"Do you have a clue what's going on?" Ivan asked timidly. Garet shook his head slowly, rubbing a bump on his forehead where Jenna had conked him on the head.
Lord Cynic: (Laughs) ""Conked over the head"... I love saying that."
Mini Isaac: "Hey! That wasn't fair!"
Lord Cynic: "Lighten up, Lover Boy. You'll get your pressie soon enough."
Mini Isaac and Mini Mia look at each other, then turn away, blushing furiously. Everyone watches with amusement.
Mini Garet: "Heh heh..."
Lord Cynic / Mini Garet: (at the same time) "Suckers."
Mini Jenna: "Oh, NO! They've become one!"
