A/N: Thank you to all those who are reading and reviewing this story. Sorry, Crocgirl13, but your answer is incorrect. But, hey, just for trying, you get some of my Halloween candy!

Kazooie: (muttering) Lucky, lucky her.

Hush, you! After looking it over, I realized how tough it is to guess, so even incorrect guessers will get a neato prize.

Banjo: What if they guess correctly?

Well, then... We'll just improvise, I guess.

Banjo: Works for me!

Here's the chappie! YAY!!!


It all started with her.

Kyra looked so innocent, so beautiful...

It was love at first sight...

Little did I realize then...

That every rose has its thorns...
The Amethyst Shamans: Chapter 3: Love at First Sight

It was a particularly calm afternoon as Banjo laid on his bed, listening to the radio as it played Soft, Smooth Rock endlessly. He lay comfortably, arms folded beneath his head and legs crossed. One foot rocked softly with the beat of the current song as one of his favorites started. And best of all, no one was around; the girls were outside playing. Just him and the soothing music.

Eventually he began mouthing the words to the song, then softly sang along. "Gimme the beat, boys, and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock n' roll and drift away..."

But his pleasures were rudely interrupted when the door slammed open and the squat form of Bottles the mole waddled in hysterically. "BANJO!!!"

The disgruntled bear quickly sat up, shut off the radio, and shot Bottles an irritated look. "Knock next time, won't ya!?"

"Sorry, sorry! But emergency!! Big ol' emergency!!!" he cried frantically, his stubby arms flapping up and down like a penguin's attempt at flying.

"What emergency? Bottles, you really need to calm down, 'cause we won't be getting anywhere with you hopping like a madman!"

Bottles took a deep breath and said in a still shaky voice, "Come outside, quick!"

Banjo hopped off the bed and quickly followed Bottles out the door. Still flustered about the whole situation, Banjo trudged alongside the mole.

"Bottles, this had better be imp...!!!" But looking ahead, he froze in both step and mid-sentence.

A few yards away, a gigantic, green... monster of some sort roared in anger, scaring away Tooty and Kazooie as they ran towards them, hiding behind Banjo in fear. As the monster steadily got closer, Banjo pushed them back, taking a few steps back himself as he looked up in horror.

"Whoa! Where the heck did THAT come from!?"

"From Isle o' Hags, where else!?" Bottles answered frantically.

Hearing a shrill scream, Banjo took a fearful look closer to see a female being held in the monster's mighty grip, screaming in terror as it growled in her face.

"She's in trouble!" Banjo exclaimed in realization, turning back to his bird partner. "Kazooie, we have to save her!"

"W-wha??" The breegul looked unbelievably at Banjo. "But Banjo, how're we gonna...?"

"No prob! A few Grenade Eggs between the eyes will take care of him," Banjo quickly answered. "You take care of that, I'll get the girl!"

Kazooie nodded, keeping her distance as Banjo rushed in fearlessly. She coughed up a few Grenade Eggs, and they slammed into the beast's face. Screeching in agony, the creature dropped the girl, clutching its burning face. With this, Banjo rushed in and caught the screaming girl in his strong arms.

Recovering from terror, Kyra looked up at this new being. A male brown bear much like her, but with a large snout and a slight frown. He had chestnut brown fur with long bangs hanging characteristically over his eyes... Aquatic blue eyes, big and beautiful, and full of concern as he looked her over. Though her side flashed in pain, though she was still terrified, she found peace and calmness in those eyes. Even stranger, she felt a funny feeling deep within her gut as she looked him over.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a deep, silky voice that sounded very sincere.

Kyra did not answer at first, somehow entranced by this youthful bear.

The magic was broken when he looked away as the monster shrieked in anger. Feeling his arm muscles tense up as he held her closer, Kyra braced herself as he rolled out of the monster's way as it tried to stomp them flat.

"Kazooie! One more Grenade Egg! Finish him off!" he called out to another.

One more blast exploded in its face. It snarled in frustration, then stormed away, disappearing into a hole in the cliff leading out of the area.

"Aw, yeah! Take that, ya big creep!" a harsh voice trilled.

"Is the girl okay?" asked another, timid voice.

"I dunno." He looked back down at Kyra. "Are you okay?" he asked once more.

Kyra didn't know what to say, her breath caught in her throat. As she felt another flash of pain, she reached over and grasped her side painfully, moaning. The monster had a very strong grip on her, stronger than she realized before.

"She's hurt!" he exclaimed. "Let's get her in the house!"

A few minutes later, Kyra found herself inside a small house, on a soft bed, with the being of her fascination at her side. With large, yet gentle paws, he carefully wrapped bandages around her abdomen, a calm look on his face. Kyra, strange at it may seem, felt comforted by his presence, but she couldn't say the same for the other beings who looked at her with curiosity. A cute female bear, a crimson bird, and a squat mole with large spectacles all bore into her with their curious stares. She shifted nervously.

"Who are you, miss?" the girl bear asked innocently.

Kyra didn't answer, dropping her gaze shyly.

"Isn't much of a talker, is she?" the mole commented.

"Hey, lay off the girl!" the older bear glared angrily. "She was just attacked, for Pete's sake!"

They quieted down, and he turned back to his gentle work. Kyra slightly raised her gaze up to look at him, then said very quietly, "...Kyra."

"Hmm?" he asked, not quite hearing her.

"Kyra," she said a little louder. "My name is Kyra."

"Kyra, hmm? That's a nice name," he complimented. He drew back his paws. "There, all done. It's not so bad, just a bit of bruising. You'll be fine in no time."

Seeing that comforting smile on his face, she smiled softly herself. "Thank you."

He nodded in response. "Oh, it's nothing. My name is Banjo. This is Bottles, Kazooie, and my sister Tooty." He gestured to each one, introducing them to the girl.

Kyra looked to each grinning figure and forced out a smile, then lowered her gaze shyly once again.

Ever understanding, Banjo grasped her elegant paw tenderly. "Listen, Kyra, you can rest here as long as you want. And if it ever gets too dangerous out there, you can come back here, alright?"

She looked from his paw grasping her own and traveled up his arm until she reached his eyes. Those entrancing eyes, full of comfort and kindness as he gave her a kind, trusting smile. He was so kind... so caring...

But another look at him, and Kyra knew this was the bear she had to spy on, the one that was the basis for her mission. And if she fails this mission...

But Banjo saved her live. The witch Gruntilda classified Banjo as a spiteful creature, but Kyra found that so hard to believe now. If anyone were a spiteful creature, it was that witch!

However, Kyra knew this was the only way to save her homeland. She had to stick with the original plan- gain his trust and break it back down again with betrayal.

So she finally returned the smile forcefully, trying her best to look friendly.

Kazooie was always fast at assuming things and accusing people, and suspicion of this Kyra was no exception. But the way Banjo was looking at her made Kazooie keep quiet. She might as well see how this turns out before she began accusing Kyra of anything. After all, she truthfully only wanted Banjo to be happy...

A/N: Ooh, well, well, Banjo, you've got a girlfriend now!

Banjo: (is blushing big time)

Kazooie: T.T; I still don't like her...

Well, deal. Anyways, review, people out there!