Koinu: HEY EVERYONE! I actually do own DW now!!! (holds up official documentation that states such)

Lu Xun: ....... Burn... BURN.... BURN!!! (burns my document)

Koinu: .... ;; Nevermind.... All characters used (sniffle) in the following story (sniffle) do not belong to me. No part of the Dynasty Warriors series, or any such related game (sniffle) belong to me.... (runs off sobbing)

Lu Xun: Uh... be thankful she finally updated. (lights match and stares at it) (pyro-ness)

--Chpt 4. "I Hope Something Bad hasn't Happened."--

Zhou Yu turned over beneath the covers, and faced the wall, his eyes open but distant and tired. By now it was well into the night, about 10:30 or so, and most of the lights were out in the neighboring dorms. The faint glimmer of a rose-scented candle on Zhang He's dresser was to only thing that illuminated the small dorm, and seemingly the only sound was of Zhang He's brush gliding through his auburn hair. It was about the thousandth time since he had gotten out of the shower.

Now, it wasn't so much that Zhang He cared so much for his hair (though he did take very much pride in it), but maintaining his beauty was almost his version of fidgeting. When board or uncomfortable, people fidget. Be it nail-biting or hair-combing, fidgeting is natural.

And Zhang He was a very fidgety person.

"Are you ever going to sleep?" Zhou groaned, closing his eyes and furrowing his slender brows. He buried his face in his pillow and moaned out something inaudible.

"You're pillow's muting you," replied Zhang He calmly, and found no response from his annoyed roomy. "Aw, why do you hate me, Zhou? Why does everyone hate me?" It was a part sarcastic, part joking, and part serious question.

No Zhou Yu lifted his head, and looked groggily over at Zhang He. "Spare me the drama, man. No know nobody hates you, they just think you're...." but he never had time to finish the statement or find the right word.

There arose, suddenly, a shrill, high-pitched sound from outside. What was that horrible screeching. Zhang He leapt off his bed, threw open the window, and leaned way out.

"It's coming from the girls' dorms..." he said, as Zhou Yu dropped out of bed, and stumbled to his side. "Come on- we should check it out." He hastily began to pull on some day-clothes.

Zhou hesitated, sleepy. "They won't let us out this time of night..." But he was pulling on his clothes as well.

"Won't let us out? With all that racket? I hope something bad hasn't happened."

Zhou Yu was just beginning to get his groundings and become completely awake. "Hope everyone's alright." His mind was, however, on specifically Xiao Qiao of course.

In the girls' dorm it sounded like a giant was scratching his fingers on an equally large chalk-board. In the Qiao sisters' dorm, one voice rang out loud and clear, the others were silent.

Xiao seemed to be having a fit, shrieking as though she expected the world to drop out from under her feet at any moment.

Sun Shang Xiang felt her way to Xiao, and shook her hard by the shoulders. "Xiao! XIAO! Relax, it's just a power-outage." Indeed, a power-outage. A rolling black-out. The only reason the girls noticed was that they stayed up much later than the boys did- always whispering about something.

Xiao quieted, as Da fumbled nervously about for her night-stand. Her hand came up against it, and through the darkness came sounds of her sliding open draws and searching through them, pushing various items out of them and onto the floor. Finally there was a 'click' and Da stood with a flashlight, shining it around the room.

The scene appeared as follows: Sun Shang Xiang held a squinting Xiao by the shoulders, and Zhen Ji was on her feet, looking towards the window.

Da blinked, "Uh... is everyone okay?" It was an unnecessary question, but Xiao had been screaming pretty loud, and she could hear others squealing in the dorms around her.

Xiao looked up at the dominating Sun Shang and nodded, "Yeah, a little startled, that's all."

Zhen Ji had walked to the window and stood gazing out of it. "There's already a group on the grass waiting for us, I think." She was soon joined by the other three girls, and soon they were scampering down the stairs of the dorm building and out into the warm summer-night.

The outer court-yard was speckled with students and teachers, some in their night-garments. Zhang He was still pulling on his shirt as he sprinted across the grass with Zhou Yu close at his heels.

As the boys and girls intermingled, there arose such a racket, that it seemed the noise could be sliced with a blade. Finally, the headmaster silenced the student body through the mega-phone.

"Students! Quiet please." His voice boomed out, "The ladies seemed to have a tremendous reaction to the power-outage. Now you wouldn't have noticed if you had been asleep at this hour. I ask you all to locate the emergency flashlights provided in the front hall and return to your dorms. Please be careful about going up and down stairs. Go ahead and form your alphabetical lines for attendance."

It wasn't needed, but all the students formed their lines, and role was called. When the headmaster was sure everyone was present and safe, he demanded they all return to their dorms.

As the students pushed back and forth to get back to their dormitories, Xiao came across Sun Ce. He looked at her for a moment, and then smiled. Xiao squeaked and gave him the thumbs up. Had her sister finally found a steady? She certainly hoped so, after all, Da was pretty shy about such sensitive subjects.

Soon, the main hall-ways of both the male and female dorms were jammed as the students rushed for the flashlights. At about 11:40, the Qiao sisters and Zhen and Sun Shang had all returned to their own rooms.

Sun Shang lay in her bed, arms folded behind her head. "So... Da-chan and Sun Ce, huh?"