Indeed, I forgot the disclaimer last chapter, so, um, yeah. I'll put random stuff here, just to see how many people read this. A purple Pikachu with dragonfly wings that change color under differant lights named Jin. Shiek is hot? I don't like Orlando Bloom, and Legolas has blonde hair and dark eyebrows. My sister is crazy about POTC. I'm not. Indeed.

Disclaimer:I own NAUGHT! ('Cept a cartrige and this Fanfic) Square Enix does. You can't sue me, so ha.

It didn't take very long for the travelers to reach Cyril, where they planned to set up their clan base. Pretty soon, everyone knew them well, and their eagerness to try out differant jobs and engage. The only thing they didn't know was the name of the clan, so everyone called them "The Nameless" because everyone assumed there was no name.

One day Kelly awoke to a beautiful morning. Half sliding, half walking down the steps to the pub to where Conner and Bensom sat, talking in low-ish tones.

"Hello. What's for breakfast?"

Bensom pushed a platter to Kelly. "Naught much. Eggs, bacon, damsom wine...the usual."

They ate in silence, a silence that made Kelly's fur bristle. Something wasn't right.

Kilov arrived soon after, wearing a straight face. Kelly jumped. Kilov always smiled-this was either a nightmare or something dangerous happened. She grabbed him by the wings and whispered, "What happened?"

"You don't know, kupo?" Kilov answered, his usually cheery voice grim. "Lester left this morning. Bensom told me before I got up. Kupopo..."

Kelly was unsure what to make of this. Yay? Nay? No more bubbles. That made her feel better so she put him down.

"This means we'll have to work harder during engagements, people," Conner stated. "one less clanmate in a five-person clan isn't good."

Everyone nodded. This was going to be tough.

It wasn't the most pleasant thing, fighting with four clanmates. For one, all the other clans picked on them for easy exp and judge points. And then no one really considered them a clan anymore, so no one came to fill Lester's position. It was quite depressing.

"Look, a flan* eating contest!" Kilov squealed, pointing at a poster.

"Heh, wish I could enter. I'm not much of a speed eater, though," Conner said, patting the moogle's head.

"Hmmm. Says here the winner is the one who eats the most flan. Mmmm, I think I'll enter." Bensom said.

Everyone laughed, a welcome change to the usually grim clan.

"What? I take pride in my flan-eating skills," Bensom said, puffing out her chest. "I'll win, you'll see!" She ajusted her spectacles and went to sign up.

"Wow, she's really going to do it," Kelly remarked. The clan sat in the spectator's seats, eager to see how Bensom performed.

"Whoever eats the most flan wins. If you do not completely finish your flan, it does not count. If you stop eating for thirty seconds, you are discalified! You have thirty minutes. Go!" shouted the judge.

Most of the contestants went at it with gusto. Others simply swallowed their flan, an impressive feat as each flan was about the size of Kilov's head. Bensom, along with a few others, sniffed the flan, and took their sweet time eating.

"Come on, Bensom! You only have thirty minutes, kupo!" Kilov hissed.

Some of the contestants gave up at this point, leaving the table and waddling off to the stands, to watch the remaining flan-eaters.

The favorite was a huge bangaa, about two heads taller than Conner. Beside him was a tower of plates, on which a few crumbs of flan remained. Bensom was one of the ones with the least.

"Fiveteen minutes left!"

"Ten!"

"Five!"

By now, only some of the slow-eating ones (Including Bensom) and the big bangaa remained. Cheers of encouragement rung out from the stands.

"Go get 'em, Velasquez!"

"You can do it, Bensom! Kupo!"

"Hang on, Rain! Keep going!"

"Two minutes!"

Only the big bangaa, Velasquez, and Bensom were left. The former was surrounded by half-finished flans, and was so full he could barely lift his fork. The latter was catching up.

"Here, let me finish that for you." Bensom chimed, reaching for his uneaten flans, gulping them with relish. People cheered, and Bensom's pile of plates slowly but surely rose above Velasquez's. Bensom had won.

"Pray tell, miss, what is your secret?" asked the judge.

Bensom smiled softly and replied, "I've eaten flans for many years. You can say I've had a lot of practice."

"You did it, Bensom!" Conner hugged her. "I woulda never guessed."

Kilov climbed into the trophy Bensom recived and fell asleep.

"I wonder how Lester would've done," Bensom mused aloud. "maybe he would've bested me." At this the clan fell silent.

"Perhaps he could've..."

The evening of that day was blistering hot, so everyone stayed inside or at a body of water. Kelly was fanning herself lightly with a sheet of paper she had found about. Kilov was bathing in the trophy which someone had kindly filled with water, Conner read his book, and Bensom took a nap. Some people were complaining and whining about the heat.

"I wonder if Lester is having any fun. Prolly not, due to this heat," Kelly thought absently. "I wish he'd come back so we could get into a proper engagement. Thad'be nice."

Kilov splashed about, sending refreshing sprays of water everywhere. Soapy bubbles floated around. Kelly squeaked and excused herself from the room.

The next day was so nice everyone ate outside. The nameless clan was no exception. Kelly set up the table while Kilov draped the tablecloth on the table, but, as most children draping tablecloths on tables do, the cloth ended up more on the poor moogle than on the table.

Everyone was having a good time, passing food about, having eating contests, play-fighting with drumsticks.

Then they came.

"Move over, I wanna have some," a rude Fighter shouted, shoving a poor nu mou away from his meal. "Ahhh, mashed potatoes," a lamia hissed. She licked her lips. "I hate mashed potaoes." She chucked the bowl at a passing viera. A floateye flew around a few children, scattering them all over the field, screaming as if Ragnorok was insuing. A Sage cast Giga Flare on the cakes, sending them aflame. A Gageteer grabbed a bunch of china plates and threw them with surprising accuracy at unexpecting peoples' heads.

"Kupopo, they're ruining the feast," Kilov whined.

Kelly took out her raiper. "They won't be for long. Hey you! Stop that!"

The evildoers stopped, the Fighter chewing on some chicken, the lamia poised to throw some fruit at the poor viera, the floateye hovering over a child's head, who took advantage of this situation and ran away. The Sage and Gageteer were about to threaten some humans into giving them all their gil by branishing their weapons.

"Weel, weel, lookie who's gonna get her butt kick'd," said the Gageteer, sneering. "Cummon, lil' goil. Nuttin' you cin do teh stop us. Weza gonna kill you!" He charged at Kelly, and the others roared/yelled/hissed/belched, charging too.

A judge, who was at the feast, blew his whistle. "Laws today prohibit-" the lamia had thrown a pie at him, effectivly shutting him up and allowing everyone to disobay the law.

The Gageteer faced off with Kilov, trying to find an opening. Although aloof otherwise, the moogle was a master at battle. Kilov roared, "Fire!" and the Gageteer's clothes burned. "Quicken!" Kilov dashed around to the moogle's unprotected forehead, and struck him between the eyes with his rod. The Gageteer fell.

Meanwhile, the Sage was battling Bensom. Try as she might, she could not match his magic skill. She dropped to the ground, drained of all her energy. The Sage ran to the Gageteer, casting Raise on him. The Gageteer charged at Kilov, and they dueled.

Conner found himself flanked between the two monsters. The lamia kissed him on the cheek, and the next thing he knew, he was a frog. The floateye stepped on him, knocking him out.

Kelly faced the Fighter, who was drinking a long draught of a mysterious liquid he had taken out of his pouch. Roaring, bloodlust in his eyes, he rammed Kelly in the stomach, which caused her to faint.

The mysterious clan faced the shivering people, who were cowering behind the tables, daring to peek out once or twice.

Suddenly, the lamia screamed, an arrow protruding from her arm. More arrows struck the evil clanner's bodies, pelting them with a shower of projectiles. Finally, a few slingstones knocked them out. People cheered, and Lester poked his head out of the bushes. Bensom raised her head, gasping.

"Lester...you came back."

"And indeed I did! Come on, Bensom. Stand up. I can't pass out these phoenix downs alone, you know."

Bensom smiled and did as told.

~That evening~

"Lester, Lester! You were gone too long. Whywhywhywhywhywhy? Kupo..."

Lester picked up Kilov, who was weeping softly. "Haha, I'd never stay away from you too long. You're too cute. I was only away to see some relatives, geez. I thought you could survive by the time I came back." He shrugged. "Guess I was wrong."

"It's your fault we were humiliated by all the clans! We were used to gain exp and judge points! Grrr..." Kelly fumed and sat in a corner.

"Yeah, she missed you too," Conner said.

"I could tell," Lester answered. "I could tell."







U/N:Umm...yeah. I know this chapter sucked. All my chapters do. But, I PROMISE there will be some plot during the sixth chapter. I vow it! Or I'll take a Masamune 100 and stab meself. x.X

*Flan:French custard