Chapter 2

A/N:

BlackCharmgirl: DING DING DING! You got it right! 'Tis the Sexy Mexican outfit, from the Sexy Mexican himself (its like in the plays, they use the props over, and over, and over--thus, we shall take the outfit and put it on Fiaval!) I hope Kevin reads this though!

You did awesome in the play!! I'm so sad its over though....

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After serving dinner, Lata brought her food back to the room where Fiaval was. She ate her food in silence and thought about what the sensei had said to her.

"Lata-kun, you do what you think is right," He had said to her, "If your heart tells you that he is one of us, go with that, and see if you can prove your claim." Reisu had gone on chattering with all of her energy (which is quite a bit) about what they were going to do if he was, Helor, however, had just snorted and rudely told Lata to mind her own business.

The girl sighed and looked at the sleeping boy. He seemed so peaceful lying there, but when he woke up, she knew that his life would be anything but peaceful if she was correct.

"We are cursed people..." she said softly, and the boy stirred, and slowly began to open his chestnut-colored eyes. Soon those peaceful eyes were filled with confusion as he looked about the room.

"Where am I?" He asked, sitting up on the floor, and rubbing his head, "Am I dead?"

"No," Lata smiled and sat down next to him, "You seem to be pretty much alive."
"Who are you?"

"I suppose that would be the question for the guest to answer first, but I am Lata Caritas, and you are?"

"Fi...Fiaval, Fiaval of Lancaster."

"That would be the white rose then, correct?"

"No, Madame!" The boy perked up indignantly, "I serve under the Red Rose of Lancaster, and if this is some Yorkish trick, I shall not comply to whatever you..."

"Whoa, whoa!" Lata put both of her hands on his shoulders, and held him still as he struggled to break free, "Calm down there! I was only kidding!" The girl shook her head, 'Actually,' she thought, 'I never WAS good at history, surprising that I got this stinking job!'

"Um...Fiaval, it is? I seem to be a bit confused, could you tell me what year it is?"

"1460, in the Years of our lord, Milady."

"Call me Lata, but I have something to tell you, Fiaval."

"Yes Mi---Lata?" Fiaval was a bit confused, in his day a lady would never have told a strange man to call her by her first name.

"It is no longer 1460."

It was inconceivable! One second, he was at the Tournament in Lancaster, and the next he was...somewhere in the year 2200. It seemed that he was dreaming for the first few minutes as the aqua-haired girl, Lata was it, questioned him about himself. But he soon came to realize that this was no dream, and the girl was not fooling.

"Fiaval," the girl said, watching him closely, "How old are you?"

"15, I believe..."

She nodded, and put her fingers in her mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Into the room entered the two other people he had seen the night before, and an older man who was wearing a strange form of clothing, though, not as strange as the other teenagers clothing, was still awfully different.

" Ah good-morning, son. You had a good rest, no? But the look upon your face, I see that our Lata-san has told you the news, correct?" The man spoke with a strange accent that Fiaval had never heard before, "come now, don't be shy. What is your name?"

"Fi...Fiaval..."

"Nice to meet you Fiaval, and welcome to my home. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Temko Razan, and these are my students."

"Temko Reisu, age 16, from the year 1792!" The girl with the pink hair stepped forward, and grinned at the boy, "loves little children, puppies, walks in the park and is currently available!"

The poofy-hair guy smacked the girl on the head and stepped forward, "Helor Knutson, age 17, from the year 2546;" the boy sighed out, as if it was almost pointless to be speaking to him.

"And Lata Caritas age 15, from the year 2004!" Lata stepped forward grinning, and nodded slightly to Reisu, who finished the sentence with her,

"And we are the Eon Explorers!"

"What a lame name," Helor remarked rudely.

"You can do better space-boy?" Lata shot back, apparently this was an insult, because Helor's face turned bright red.

"Yeah, how about 'Two stupid chicks and one hot guy'?"

"Why you!" Lata nearly punched him, and Helor would have punched back, if it hadn't been for Razan, who stepped between the two in the nick of time.

"Stop this behavior! You two are acting like little children! And in front of a guest no less! You are no better than HIM," with emphasis on the HIM, all color drained from their face, and the immediately stopped fighting.

"Don't.... ever compare me to HIM," Helor breathed, and left the room.

Lata sunk down to the floor, and Reisu sat down next to her. Razan sighed. He had not meant to be so mean to the two of them, but they were always fighting! They never seemed to let up.

"Fiaval, do you wish to return home?"

Fiaval had been lying on the floor, watching the conversation, and now suddenly brought into it he started, "Um, ah, eh...I suppose I would like that sir."

"Right then," Razan replied, "Girls, fetch Helor-kun and tell him to find a suit for Fiaval to wear. You are starting on your mission as soon as we get clearance from the boss."

"But Sensei!" Reisu started to speak, but she was cut off.

"No buts! I am going to call the boss, and you are going to return Fiaval to his home immediately! Is that understood?"

"Yes sir..." The girls replied lamely and slowly left the room. Fiaval, unsure of where he was supposed to be, quietly slipped on his normal clothes and followed them out.

Razan turned and entered into a nearby room, where it was dark, and pushed a button on the wall. A giant screen came down from the ceiling, and the image of a man in about his early twenties appeared.

"Hello, Razan-san. Why do you call upon me? The children are not supposed to be leaving for a week or so, correct?"

"You are quite right, Mr. Kaiba, but they are leaving today, and we call to request clearance."

"Granted, but why so soon?"

"Let's just say we are having a passenger on this mission."

"I see...they will be fulfilling the requirements of course, won't they?"

"Yes, sir. They will be."

"Good. We don't want any mess-ups now, do we, Razan-baka?"

"No Sir," Razan pushed a button and the screen went blank. His blood boiled, oh how he hated that man! All Mr. Kaiba ever did was insult him and remind him of what had happened so many years ago...He was worse then his father!

"Sensei?" Lata entered, she was now wearing a black cat suit that had a utility belt upon her waist, upon her back, there was a large yellow backpack, "do we have clearance?"

"Yes, good luck, my students! Good luck!"

Lata exited the room. How worried she was! For three years she had trained for this day, and now she was finally leaving this...place. Soon she would be home! She entered a room that only had a large circle platform in the center.

On top of the platform were Fiaval, Reisu, and Helor. Fiaval and Helor were wearing what looked like a wet suit, and Reisu was wearing a brown cat suit.

Helor was all seriousness now, and he was barking out commands like a mad dog, "Lata! What took you so long! Do we have clearance?" To Fiaval, Helor sounded a bit like his master.

"Yes sir!" Lata said, saluting him, "have you explained what Fiaval has to do?"

"I told him to just do as I say. Helmets on!"

Each one of them put on a helmet, Fiaval needed a bit of help with his, "Set dials to ENTER," Helor commanded, and they did so, but Fiaval couldn't help noticing that Reisu helped Lata with hers.

A sound came over speakers; it was counting down from ten. Lata crossed her fingers and hoped for the best as the counted down echoed through out the room.

"Ten!"

"Gloves on!" Each one put on a pair of gloves as Helor commanded.

"Nine! Eight!"

"Join hands in circle!" All of them joined hands and Fiaval could see that they were all very nervous.

"Seven! Six! Five! Four!"

"Here we go!"

"Three! Two! One!"

There was a poof of smoke, and they were gone.