A/N: is anyone even reading this anymore? Geez. Review people! I don't do this for my own sanity for NOTHING: grins:

I just finished watching Pretear and now I want to see the next episode. DAMN YOU ANIME NETWORK ON DEMAND! YOU BUILD ME UP AND TEAR ME DOWN!

Oh, by the by, you'll want to kill me after this. XD

Listen to "It's only the Fairy Tale" from MY HiME after the first break in the story.

Chapter Thirteen

Olivia bounced into the Drama room, sequins, paint and feathers everywhere on the ground. She was dressed in a long black shimmery cape that was used in the last play by the villain. She giggled as she twirled around in it, trying to look inconspicuous as she looked around for Ada. "Aaaada! Where are you?" she sang as she looked into one of the other rooms.

"Ada isn't here, Vertigo," said a familiar and bad voice. Manfred glared at Olivia and she put the hood over her head, raising her hands in a menacing fashion.

"Rawr! Rawr! I'm an evil witch! Beware!" she cackled.

Manfred rolled his eyes. "You're a twit, is what you are."

Olivia smiled brightly at him and twirled past him, kicking him on the shin. "ARGH!" he cried out and hopped around on his foot while clutching his leg. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

Olivia turned to him and pulled the hood back. "I did? Oops! I'm sorry! I'm such a klutz sometimes!" she giggled.

Manfred made a motion to come after her and she hopped away from him. "Lalala! I'm an evil witch! YAY!" she giggled.

Zelda walked in from the other side of the room and stared at the scene before her. Olivia Vertigo, pink hair half hidden by a black glittery cloak, with a very angry Manfred hopping around trying to come after her. It was almost comical.

Olivia went out the door she was closest to, giggling. She hadn't managed to find Ada yet, but she had successfully taken Manfred down a few notches. Praise her magical ability to act!

Suddenly, a hand came down on her shoulder. She had enough time to see a pair of yellow eyes before the door next to her opened and a pair of dark ones came into her vision.

Fidelio walked out of the practice room, ready to go find Charlie for lunch when he heard someone walking toward him. He stopped and looked up to see who it was. He'd thought everyone had already left for the lunch rooms.

The footsteps were slow, like someone unsure of their footing, scuffling softly along. He frowned. He didn't know anyone who walked like that. "Hello?" he called.

He saw a black glittery cloak and pink hair. The girl's head was bowed as she watched her feet on the ground with interest. "Hello? Olivia, is that you? Did you dye your hair again this morning? You know, if you keep doing that, it'll all fall out."

Olivia shuffled slowly toward him, not even acknowledging his existence. "Olivia? Are you all right?" He put a hand out to her shoulder to stop her.

She slapped his hand away and looked up at him with dead eyes. He stared at her, eyes wide. "Ol—Olivia? Are you all right?"

She turned her face back to the ground and then shuffled along out of the corridor. Fidelio frowned. He knew what happened to his friend and now he wanted to turn Manfred inside out.

He ran out of the corridor to the music lunch hall, throwing the doors open loudly. Gabriel looked up as did several other people. The sight of Fidelio, cheerful and clever Fidelio, looking extremely angry was enough to put several students on edge.

Gabriel stood up and looked around. "Charlie!" he called.

Charlie was at a table with Morgan, talking to her about what they needed to do when he heard his name called. He looked up and ran to Fidelio, almost knocking over his food. "Fidelio! What's wrong? Fidelio!"

Fidelio looked as white as a sheet as he leaned against the wall for support. "Olivia—she's—she's been hypnotized," he said. His wide, angry eyes stared in front of him, but at nothing.

Charlie's heart nearly stopped. Manfred had finally done it. He'd caught Olivia and probably fried her memory completely. He helped his friend to his feet and pulled him over to sit with him and Morgan. Fidelio told Charlie and Morgan what he'd seen, but since he'd only spoken to Olivia a brief moment, there wasn't much.

Morgan became very quiet, frowning at Fidelio. Charlie rubbed his face. There had to be some way of getting Olivia back to normal without going to Manfred for it. It seemed almost hopeless to think of the possibility that Olivia would even be all right if they had managed that small feat.

Morgan stood up. She knew someone she could get to do what she wanted; all she had to do was make him wish he was dead. She might get thrown out, but their friend's life was at stake. "I'll see you later. Fidelio, you can have the rest of my food, if you want."

Charlie blinked up at Morgan. "Where are you going?"

She didn't turn for a moment and then she smiled over her shoulder at him in that usual manner she did. Only this time it was a mask to cover the seething hatred she had roiling inside her. Charlie could see it, even without the help of his powers, however odd they were getting. "I'm going to do some homework," she said and then she jogged out the doors, her cloak bobbing behind her.

Asa stood up from his seat next to Manfred, tired of all the drama department girls giggling and talking about makeup and the latest actor or actress. Manfred had learned early on to ignore it, but with Asa's powers came sensitive hearing as well as smell, even if it wasn't night time for several hours.

He walked out of the lunch hall to get his things for his French class next, running a hand through his red spiked hair. Suddenly, he felt something grab a hold on his cloak. He had enough time to register it as not something on the walls of the school caught on his cloak when he was set straight into the opposite wall.

He slid down the wall, his shoulder hurting where he'd hit the wall. A pair of invisible hands grabbed his collar and threw him into the other wall face first. He landed on the floor long enough to see something shimmering slightly in the darkened hallway. Then, he saw it move and he was thrown once again into the rock wall of the hallway, his shoulder dislocating from the impact.

He gritted his teeth in pain, hissing as he attempted to get to his feet. The shimmery person came closer. The reddish shimmer seemed to disappear as light from the windows hit her, making her look normal now, only beyond angry.

Asa felt strong, but small hands at his throat hold him against the wall as Morgan came closer, hands raised in front of her. "Wh—what are you doing, MacGregor!" he gasped.

Morgan looked up at him with eyes like steel daggers, cold and piercing. "I want you to make sure your little friend Manfred takes his little hypnosis off of Olivia, or I'll make sure you will wish you were never born."

"You're crazy. You're completely insane!" Asa squeaked. Suddenly, she moved her arms in an arcing motion and he was thrown to the floor on his face. "STOP IT!"

"No. Not until you make a promise you intend on keeping that Olivia will be back to normal by the end of this day!" she growled, planting a foot in the middle of his back.

He caught her ankle with his good hand and flipped over, pulling her down and under him. He pinned her on the ground with his body, teeth gritted in pain from his bruises, possibly a broken rib or two and now his dislocated shoulder. Messy blonde hair was spread around her head on the rock floor as she shoved at him. "Get off of me, you freak of nature!" she snarled.

Asa narrowed those yellow wolf-like eyes at her as he pulled her hands up above her head and held them there with his good hand. "Now who has power over whom, MacGregor? You'll be a good girl or you'll never get your friend Miss Vertigo back to normal."

"Says the man with a broken arm," she ground out. "Let me go."

"Not until you apologize for attacking me. I could have you thrown out of this school and your father lose his job for this," he said with that sick grin on his face.

Morgan growled at him and started struggling once more. Asa was the same weight, or lighter, than her, but he was larger, even if she was possibly stronger than him. To him, the only chance he had of winning this fight was to stay on top of her until she gave in. After that, he'd have to find some other way of protecting himself until he could as far away from her as possible. In his time at this school, the only girl younger than him that could beat him in a fight was this girl.

Yolanda was his equal in shape shifting; no, his superior. He'd developed a sort of crush on her for it, though he hardly knew why. However, this Morgan MacGregor seemed to be able to keep him on his toes without even trying. She'd said her accidental slips of touching him were and accident.

Tears of anger and fear of her causing such trouble to her father came to her eyes. Asa grinned. He had an advantage over her now. "Will you be a good girl now?"

She struggled more under him, though it was weaker, desperate. "Let me go, please," she whimpered. She hated the way she sounded.

"Not until you promise you won't use that power of yours on me ever again," he growled.

She looked to him and dug her nails into his knuckles. He let out a yelp of pain. It took everything he had to keep a grip on her, pushing her hands into the rock of the floor.

Charlie came running into the hallway with Fidelio in tow. He'd never seen anything quite like this before, his new, if somewhat annoying, friend struggling underneath one of the very people he'd grown to despise since he started at the school.

Fidelio frowned and pulled out one of his books, throwing it at Asa's head. Asa landed on the ground beside Morgan, blood coming from his forehead. "Urgh," he gurgled. Charlie grinned at his best friend and ran over to Morgan.

Fidelio grinned at Morgan. "It seems he needs a bit more studying, eh?" he chuckled.

Morgan smirked, panting slightly as she sat up. Charlie was relieved no one else had gotten hurt from this whole situation. He looked to Asa and poked his arm, earning a growl of pain. "What did you do to him?"

Morgan looked away from them to Asa. "Nothing he didn't deserve." She grabbed him by his hair and lifted his head up to face her. "You WILL get Manfred to undo what damage he's done to Olivia, or you'll find more than just me to deal with. Olivia has other friends besides us who are willing to risk everything to save her. Remember that the next time you think you've got an advantage over someone." Then, she dropped his head onto the ground.

Fidelio and Charlie helped Morgan to her feet. Charlie looked to Asa again, seeing the broken and beaten boy on the ground made him feel bad about not helping him at least get to the infirmary. "Morgan, can you carry him?" he asked.

Morgan blinked. "Eh? I'm strong, but I don't think I'm that strong. I can probably throw him along the way if you want," she grinned and cracked her knuckles.

"Charlie's right. We should at least get him some help. You did a number on him, but I think my book may have put his out for a while. I'll help you carry him, Morgan," said Fidelio with a weak smile.

Morgan frowned and nodded. "Yes, I suppose you are right. However, know he wouldn't do the same for us."

"Doesn't make it any less right for us not to help him," said Charlie. He took a leg as did Fidelio. Morgan lifted up Asa from under his arms and helped the other two boys carry the boy to the infirmary, placing him on a bed. Then, they walked out, letting the nurse find Asa there and help him.