Note yourself that this is one of the shorter chapters in the story so far. It's mainly a "fight-comes-between-two-characters-and-then-they-solve-it-with-hugs-and-therapy"-type of chapters. And this may not be the first chapter in which something like this happens.

As I continued to (you guessed it) fly, with Tutankoopa on my back, Kooper grabbing onto my hands for his dear life, and Doopliss flying above me as a red-eyed crow, Kooper asked in an annoyed manner, "Um, Parakarry, why are we do we still have to fly?"

"Because Shiver City is even further than Twilight Town by flight, and I don't feel like walking that far," I replied as we landed on the side of a snow-filled road. Tutankoopa, who never before experienced snow before, touched the snow with his toe and winced back onto my back, shivering. But Doopliss, as a Duplighost, whom can adapt to virtually every kind of climate, walked onto the ground without any problems. But Kooper, due to his cold-bloodedness, shivered as the cold winds blew by.

"H-h-h-hey, P-P-Parakarry! Why aren't you c-cold?" Kooper asked.

I simply shrugged and answered, "I dunno. Maybe it's because I've been flying around here for so long, I've grown to ignore it." Then, taking Tutankoopa off of my back and into my arms, I placed him on the ground gently, while still holding his hands. At first, he felt chills rise up his spine, but after a few steps, he started to walk normally. I chuckled and said to Kooper, "Well this is kind of a sad thing for you when a young Koopa spirit got used to this weather faster than you."

Kooper just crossed his arms and muttered, "Shut up. Just shut up."

As the goggles I wore started to get foggy from the chill, I pulled them up, revealing light blue eyes, and two strands of black hair stuck out in front of my face from under my aviator's helmet. "There. That's better," I sighed as I laid my back onto a gray rock nearby. Suddenly, with a look of shock on his face, Kooper pointed his finger at me and froze in place. "What's wrong, Kooper? You look like you've just seen a ghost. And isn't it wrong to point at people?"

"Y-y-y… You're Sky Aerith," Kooper suddenly shouted out.

"So? Aerith's my last name. Whoopee doo," I replied unenthusiastically.

"So? You're the bastard from the Dark Koopa Army who killed my father, imprisoned my mother, betrayed the Dark Koopa Army to side with the PAF during the battle, and then destroyed the entire Dark Koopa Army, as well as a third of the PAF!"

I shook my head in grief. Great. Another little 'fan' of mine.

"Look at me! I have a question to ask you. How and why in Hell did you, a double-crossing psychopath, become a mailman," Kooper asked with an angered, determined look on his face.

I paused for a second, then scooted myself so that I sat on the rock. "You see, on my twenty-second birthday, I announced to my friends that I was going to retire. I wanted to do so because I want to live a normal life like everyone else. But I was afraid someone would recognize me and report me, so I burned all my records, especially the ones that mentioned me being in both the PAF and the Dark Koopa Army.

The only thing I kept was my age, birthday, and my first name—Parakarry. When they asked for my last name, I simply said 'Paratroopa', which was my race. I also wore this helmet, which I received from a friend of mine as a gift. Lucky for me, almost nobody else besides Doopliss and me know my first name, so they were duped into thinking I was a completely different person. As for why… I just thought it was a nice job to have, especially with the world-traveling and all."

Kooper, his face down and eyes covered in shadows, asked if everything I said was true, and I nodded in certainty. "In fact, you can wear my helmet if you want," I said happily as I was about to take off my helmet.

"Stop it! Stop it all! Everything you're saying is a lie! I know it from the look in your eyes," Kooper shouted, seceding my actions, and ran away.

I put my hands on my hips. "Sheesh. Sometimes he can be quite rude. I'd better go follow before he does something stupid," I muttered as I dashed in the same direction he ran.

A few minutes later, I saw Kooper several yards in front of me. I tried to run faster, but he was too fast for me, so I took off like a missile, grabbed his shoulder with my left hand, and punched him with my right. As he fell to the ground, I told him sternly, "Kooper, you fool. You've trusted me as a mailman, but you can't trust me as a regular person?"

"You're not a normal person! You're--"

I slapped Kooper in the face with the back of my right hand before he could finish his sentence. "It doesn't matter whether I'm Parakarry or Aerith. I'm still a living Paratroopa who exists on this planet for a reason. Also, to remind you…" I turned away from him, hiding my tears from him. "I'm envious for you. You lived with your parents long enough for you to remember them. I can't even make out their faces. One thing because I was only two when they left me, and second because I'm partly blind in one eye." I pointed at my left eye to show him which one it was. "I still am that way today, though worse. That's why my friend gave me these goggles. As an optometrist who invents for a hobby, he made them himself, to match the helmet. Makes me all the more disguised to the world."

"Wait. But if you can't see well with that eye, then why did you take off your goggles?"

I shook my head. "Just because I can't see well with it doesn't mean I have to wear my goggles twenty-four-seven. Besides, this weather makes them foggy; and even without the ability to see it all with both eyes, I still think this weather's lovely." He turned towards Kooper again. "My eye's not that blind, anyway. I still can see you, but nothing past your shoulder." I chuckled and said, blushing slightly, "Oh, dear. I've appeared to be rambling quite a bit. Enough about me; you talk about yourself."

"Well, I've never told anybody about this except Koopa Koot, but my last name is Koolet. It sounds sort of French, I know. Just don't laugh." At that moment, looking through my good eye, Doopliss took out a Kool-Aid Jammers pouch (tropical punch flavor, it seems to be) and started to drink it. I laughed a bit, from hearing Kooper's last name and Doopliss drinking Kool-Aid, and finding out the similarity in pronunciation. Kooper crossed his arms. "I knew I shouldn't have told you; I thought you would at least not laugh at it. I guess I was wrong."

"It's not really that," I said while I pointed at Doopliss, who still sipped on his Kool-Aid Jammers even when Kooper turned his head to him. When the thirsty Duplighost saw the blue-shelled Koopa looking at him, he put his drink behind his back and blushed as he gave him a cheesy-looking grin. As he turned back towards me, I said, to get back to the subject, "Well, I certainly knew what happened to your parents, so you don't have to mention that if you want to. But just to let you know, I've yearned to find out who my parents were. Or, if they're dead, avenge them. So I know how it feels to lose somebody you've loved." I let Kooper rest upon my shelled-but-vulnerable chest, stroking his shell gently, and concluded, "I'll help free your mother from prison."

"Thank you," Kooper whispered. "Parakarry?"

"What? What is it?"

"I was thinking… Maybe like how my eyes became a mix of light blue with purple because of my parents, maybe you adapt to the cold so well because of what's in your blood."

"Thanks for the suggestion. But I sort of doubt that I have ancestors who get used to this kind of weather." As Kooper stood straight, I gestured to everybody else to follow me.

P-33R T3- K001-41D!1111111 XD Yeah, that was random. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story so far, and stay tuned for Ch. 4!