Wow. This has taken me forever to get up, ne? Well, for that, I apologies – just moved out. Yep, living on my own.... Someone help me! Of course, then I went and left my modem-capable CPU at my mothers house -.- oh yeah, right?

That, and I have no spell check -.-

Well, my Chinese was so- bad, that I've given up. I'll stick with English, French and Japanese, ne? But only English and Japanese in here.

So, here we go. And if it's low toned, it's 'cause of the dude singing "Hitomi wo Tojite"... his name's in kanji – like I can read it, but it mellowing..... and please don't hurt me.

That, and the first copy was so- bad, I had to re-type it.....

FlotF

The next morning seemed to come all too soon, as one tired Chocolove awoke, stiff and still out of it.

Sometime during the night, he and Ren had made their ways separately to HoroHoro's room, each crashing on the floor. In fact, Ren still lay curled beside them.

And some time in the wee hours of that morning, HoroHoro'd joined them, seeming to turn it into one giant slumber party.

Chocolove stood, easing the creaks and kinks out of his back. Ren glared at him, as his body shifting, causing the floor to cry softly. "Oi! Ohaiyo!"

"Shut up and go back to sleep."

A frumpy looking HoroHoro crawled out of his blankets, and Chocolove grinning at the two.

"Hey – What do you have when you've got a lawyer buried up to his head in sand?!"

Ren sat up. "We don't care."

Any smart person would have shut up then, the look on Ren's face enough to really kill someone.

"Not Enough Sand!" Chocolove grinned proudly at his... somewhat amusing joke – for anyone who knew the first thing about lawyers – which was not Ren or HoroHoro, considering the blank stares they gave.

"Erm? What?"

Some cadavers entered to usher them to breakfast, and to keep Chocolove from joining their ranks.

They couldn't stand him either.

So the day slipped by, peaked that afternoon by the arrival of Bason. Kororo glomped her Aniu with the force of Anna's left hand, sending them tumbling backwards.

Time passed, HoroHoro neither getting better nor worse, but lacking the strength to do much more that sit and wish he could strangle the 'comedian' thought with clenched teeth, he did have to admit, the other was starting to get funny.

Today was baseball joke day.

"Okay, so this guy walks into a bar with his dog, and the bar-dude says 'No pets allowed' so the man says, 'My dog can talk.' The bar-dude snorts and says, 'yea, 20 bucks says he can't' so the man looks at the dog, 'What's on the top of a house?' Dog says, 'Ruof!' and then the guy says 'What's on trees?' Well the dog goes 'Bark!' Finally the guy asks, 'who's the best baseball player of all time?' 'Ruth! Goes the dog. The bar-dude gets mad and kicks them out. As they walk down the street, the dog looks at the guy and asks, 'Should I of said DiMaggio?'"

"Not funny."

"Okay, there's this Scottish immigrant –"

"REN-!"

The Chinese boy smacks the other, neither wanting to listen to horrible jokes, nor girly whining.

"Arigatou!"

"Do Itashimash'da."

Chocolove piped up "Don't touch my moustache!"

HoroHoro and Ren gave him a deadpan look. "Shut Up."

Perhaps if either would of known the circumstances of the next day, they would not of been so harsh.

It was no more than an hour after Ren'd fallen asleep, that Kororo was shaking him mournfully awake. Mic was waking his shaman as Ren broke the covers away.

HoroHoro's fever had spiked dangerously high, his breath coming and going in short, painful gasps. He failed to respond to Ren's administrations, and Ren was on his feet for help when the wall outside crumbled away.

In a flash it appeared; the Spirit of Fire sweeping its massive arms thought he room, closing its fist on the ill Ice Shaman.

An inhuman sound flooded the room, with a spell of burning flesh to follow.

HoroHoro screamed.

And then he was quiet.

Well, it's short, but I figured you'd want something right?

The Scottish immigrant story is amusing, but I didn't feeling like is was appropriate to finish at this point.

We have one chapter left to FlofT, but I feel it's to anti-climatic, so we'll see when I put it up.