Sibling Feuds

Some people are going to say "Yay, finally, an update". And more people are going to say "Aw, shit. An update". For the former, here you go. For the latter...sorry for the pain I must inflict on you sometimes.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the friggin' games, for heaven's sakes! And if you think I do, then go see a psych-atricks - I mean, psychiatrist.

Chapter 3: Chapter 2, Part 2

"Muahahaha!" Kay cackled as she opened "Garet's Dairy". "I know he keeps some important information here, or he wouldn't always be blackmailing Aaron! And there just might be some compromising information of its own!" said she as she opened the book. "Now, let's see…hmm…turns out Garet isn't so stupid, after all…"

She held in her hands a blueprint for a dairy, to begin construction in the year 298 A.S.

"Gah! What am I supposed to do with this?" Kay fumed. "I have work to do, and I need Garet to do it for me! Now how am I supposed to…persuade…him?"

Just then, something caught her eye. She pulled out the booklet from the box, opened it up and read.

"Noren yabber klush, in eit bluck est rectorum phel. Tie est Kay brack Aaron credo carpe dolorem Isaac est, im porte yabbe heligentut. In nore yabber Isaac brae Kay von Aaron tush, rapere Aaron credo Kay unum diabolis erlaugten. Im est Lemuris lingue chane rapere heiligent rectorum est, nobis pro noren! Yie sira Kay nonum erla est, repa heiligentut nore phel klush. Noren tieren carpe aspera, sonnen bracken est. Yish restorum dem Solagenem tie, steterat priamis Kay eraquerum est… Wait a minute, what is this? Gibberish? Well, it talks about me…I'd better keep my hands on it. Sneaky little bastard, writing diaries in foreign languages now?" For the title was 'Raetoris Garetis: Fanierum Inditere'. "Wait a minute…'Lemuris'? Maybe that Piers guy will know." She took the book and stuffed it in her shirt as she walked out the front door.

"KAY!" a voice bellowed.

"Yes?" she answered, looking around.

"You lied to us, you little miscreant! You said we had school today!" Aaron stepped out from behind the tree.

"But…but…"

"You are going to be in so much trouble when Garet gets here!"

"It's just Garet, what's he going to do? Fry-"

As she spoke, flames descended upon her. "That'll teach you to lie to us!" Garet shouted, stomping up the path. "Now you'll really get it when Mom gets home!"

"Garet, where's Piers?" Kay demanded.

"In the inn…I mean, none of your business! You are so in for it!" Garet started dragging Kay into the house.

"Look what I have!" she exclaimed, producing the book.

"Raetoris Garetis: Fanierum Inditere. What? It's just a little notebook. Piers was teaching me a little Lemurian while we were sailing. Look, raetoris means notebook, fanierum means beginner, and inditere means student. What's the big deal?" Inside, Garet reeled. How could Kay have gotten her dirty hands on this? No matter, Piers will cover up the secret. After all, there's a message to him in there…

"As Garet says, it's just a notebook…it says no more than that you, Aaron and Isaac are always nagging him…umm…and that this language could hide secrets from you and the others and would therefore be very beneficial. Ha! Don't be so excited about this find, Kay, I've seen it all before. Some grammar mistakes here, as you can see-" he pointed to a spot on the page "-the more appropriate form of repa would be reia; also here, where the proper conjugation would be carperi." Piers looked up. "Anything else?"

"No, thank you, Piers." Kay stood up. "Why don't you come over for a cup of tea?" At least having a guest would postpone the wrath of Mother.

"Sure, why not. I bet Garet would be pleased."

"Well then, come on!" She got up, and Piers did the same.

"So, where'd you find that book?"

"In a box in Garet's room."

"Cool." Inwardly he smiled. Watch out, Garet, or you'll be blackmailed!

"So…my, I never noticed…"

"Noticed what?"

Kay blushed noticeably. "Umm…that there was a nut on that tree."

"A nut? I don't see one."

"Well, there used to be one. I guess someone took it…wait a minute, nuts grow on trees?"

"Kaliopi nuts do."

"I've never heard of them."

"They're a breed native to Lemuria. Won't find them anywhere else. There used to be some up in Imil, but they died of the frost."

"So I'm assuming you're on good terms with Mia?"

"Well, fairly good terms. What, do you think we're together? I must be at least a hundred years older than her."

"Oh. Well, how old are you?"

"Don't ask me that."

"Aw, come on!"

"Don't. Even Felix couldn't milk it out of me."

"How about Ivan? Sheba?"

"Nope and nope."

"Aw, won't you tell me, please!"

"Kay, no. Or, in Lemurian, pia."

"Oh, whatever. I give up."

"Good. Hey, where are you going?"

"Umm…to Mt. Aleph?"

"I thought we were going to your house for tea?"

"Umm…well, here's the house. If by any chance someone comes screaming out the door, defend me against him, alright?"

"Of course."

As they approached the house, Grandfather Jerra came out, shaking his stick at Kay. "Are you crazy? You told Taylor and Lizzie to go to work! Today's the holy day of Venus, you idiot! And school for the children? What's wrong with you? Get your little behind over here, now! Your father and I have a good little treatment for idiotic behaviour like that!" Piers stared. "Umm…maybe this isn't such a good time."

"A guest, Kay?" called her mom from inside.

"Yes, mom!"

"I'm sorry, sonny, but-" the mayor started.

"Sonny? I'll have you know that I'm one hundred fifty-five and a half years old, you old galoot! I should be the one calling you sonny! Get back here, you little child! And give me that cane! Take that! Ha! You're lucky I'm very self-controlled! I defy you to call me 'sonny' again, now!" Kay laughed.

"You brought a lunatic visiting?" the old man asked. "Why, he doesn't even look to be thirty yet!"

"He's Lemurian, granddad. He's really that old. And you, Granddad milked your age out of you!"

"Oh, shut up, you little girl!"

"Hey!"

"I'm telling Felix and Sheba!" called Garet as he burst through the door.

"Garet, I have this!" Piers called, showing him the "notebook".

"What! Hey, give me that!"

"Kay took it out of your room, go and blame her!"

"KAY, WHY WERE YOU IN MY ROOM?"

"Only you and Piers can understand that gibberish! Why do you care?"

"Felix understands it! Same for Ivan! And have you forgotten Mia?"

"Hey, how should I know?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my room!"

Piers slipped away inconspicuously.

"Kay, you are so in for it."

"Mom! Garet's threatening me again!"

"What are we supposed to do about it, Kay? You're the older sister!" her dad called.

"But Mom, Dad…!"

"Deal with it yourself, Kay."

"He's going to summon another meteor on the house again!"

"Garet, promise not to summon a meteor on the house."

"Yes, mom, I promise."

"Useless bastards…" Kay cursed.

"Bad girl!" Garet whacked her on the head.

"Bad boy!" Kay whacked Garet on the head.

"Bad older siblings!" Aaron said, whacking them both on the head.

"Bad little brother!" Kay and Garet whacked Aaron.

"Bad people!" Aaron kicked Garet and Kay.

"No kicking." Garet kicked him.

"Hypocrite!" Kay nudged Garet.

"Shut up!" Another whack.

"Now now, children…" Aaron started.

"Children? Piers! Teach this kid a lesson!" Garet called.

"Too old!" came the reply, floating on the wind.

"Gah! I'll do it myself! Bad Aaron!" A kick.

"No kicking!" Aaron said, punching Garet.

"Ow! What was that for?" Garet had ducked, and Aaron hit Kay.

"Whoops…"

"Get back here! Aaron!"

"I'm going to get you, Aaron!" Garet shouted. "Oomph! Hey, don't trick – trip me like that!"

"Why shouldn't I?" Aaron teased, running down the stairs.

"Mom, what's going on out there!" Isaac whined.

"Oh, it's just Aaron and Kay running around."

"One of their fights?"

"Looks like it. Now, Isaac, get up, my dear. It's two in the afternoon."

"But it's still night out!"

"Oh my goodness! Isaac, are you blind?"

"Ngg…no, it's just that my…"

"Isaac! Should I take you to the healer?" Dora rushed up the stairs.

"All black…" Isaac moaned.

"Come on! Isaac…oh my goodness…"

"Did I fool you? Mom, you are so gullible." Isaac turned. "I'm doing homework."

"You don't go to school, Isaac."

"Are you blind, Mom? I'm fixing the table."

"That's not homework!"

"Yes it is! See, I'm working at home! Home work! Work at home! Get it?"

"Oh, shut up, Isaac."

"Come one, Mom! It was funny, admit it."

"Fine, it was mildly amusing."

"Good."

"Get back here, Kay! You still have to answer up to making us go to school today!" Garet shouted.

"Yeah! You almost made me have a heart attack!" Aaron shouted.

"NEVER!" Kay ran like the wind (with the wind?)…right into a bush. Where she tripped, and fell, and got scratched by the branches, and crawled out and fell into a ditch. Except that there was no ditch. It was a river.

The laughs angered her. Who were they, to mock? If they had gone through the same thing, would it be so funny? Goodness…

She fainted.

Kay…Kay…are you okay?...oh my goodness…do you think…healer…Kay…Kay…what happened to you?...fell into…waterfall…river…ran…bush…Garet…Aaron…morning…school…work…Dora…answers…

"Ahh! The voices! Make it stop!" Kay screamed.

"Whatsthematter? Oh, Kay. You're awake. Nightmares?" Piers looked up from his newspaper. "You were falling down the river, and I saw you. Of course, I knew some first aid, and-"

"Where am I?" Kay sat up.

"My room in the inn. Now, sit down, I'm going to try for another Ply. Looks like you got hurt something bad. What happened – wait, tell me later. Do you feel alright?"

"I feel so dizzy…" Kay mumbled.

"Maybe a Ply Well is required, then…" The fairy came, sprinkling the healing dust on her. "Any better?" Piers asked as the fairy flew away to wherever they lived.

"Better, thanks. Where are those idiots?"

"Your brothers, you mean? They were laughing so loud, I could hear them from the plaza."

"What? No way." She stood up.

"Sit down; you're in no condition for another fight."

He was talking to empty air. She had already gone.

"Ow!" Garet cried. "Aaron, that wasn't nice!"

"Wasn't me!" Aaron said.

"Who was it, then? The cookie jar?"

"Aw, shut up. It was Kay! See?"

Kay ducked behind the tree.

"Sure…look, Aaron, she fell off a waterfall. She ain't recovering soon."

"Think again, you bastards!" Kay smacked them both with a conveniently placed stick.

"Hey!" Smack.

"That wasn't nice, Kay!" Kick.

"Give me my stick!" Jenna's uncle, Tennyson, called from his door.

"Come in, Tennyson,it's cold out." Jenna's aunt chided.

"Kay, please stop. And please give back Tennyson's stick." Her mom walked over to the three fighting kids. "Now, Garet, Aaron, please. I've had enough of a headache for one day. Let me rest. Please."

"But, Mom..." Kay whined.

"No buts. Get in."

END CHAPTER