Nyu! Another chapter! Sorry for the long wait, I've had a writer's block quite some time now. But, read, enjoy, and review!

Warning: Major LeBlanc character-bashing! Can't help it, I hate her.

Disclaimer: I still don't own this stuff, only my character and the story. So nyah!

Thank you for my beta-reader, Silver Rage!

Key:
'Something here' means thinking.
"Something here" means talking.
"Something here" means talking in some other language than English, i.e., Al Bhed.

After talking with Rikku for twenty minutes, Ione was slowly making her way towards her own seat, carrying her magazine and a can of soda. She had been correct when she figured that Rikku might like the article over claws and daggers. Ione had also shown Rikku her small tracking bug she had done as a small project at her house. She was looking at it and holding it in her right hand. She had yet to open the can, and she was about to thank herself because of it. As she got closer and closer to her seat, a girl about a year or two older than her blocked the path with herself and her two lackeys, one was short and slightly pudgy (read: massively over-weighted) and the other one was tall and lanky. Ione had no idea what it was, but something just screamed 'bitch' in the girl. Maybe it was her skanky outfit? Or the fact that her whole demeanor screamed 'arrogance' and 'I'm better than you'? Nooo... Couldn't be. She tried to move aside so that they would be able to pass, being a nice girl that she was, but the girl shoved her into the benches. Ione yelped, and hoped nothing bad happened.

"Out of my way, loser." And with that, she was gone. Ione stared at the ceiling of the ship for a while, until she saw Irvine Kinneas' smiling face.

"You know, we have got to stop meeting like this."

"Don't mess with me Kinneas, I have a can of soda and a magazine. They can be transformed into a deadly weapon." Ione glared up at her ex-neighbour. He lifted his hands up in the universal sign of surrender again, and said nothing. Ione sat up and looked around. With Irvine, the cubical was shared by three other guys. In front of Irvine there was a blonde guy with a strange tattoo on the left side of his face and casual, blue-red attire. On the tattoo-guys right there was a brunette with a long ponytail, slightly tanned skin and a silver cross hanging on his neck. On Irvine's left, there was another blonde guy with a strange, slightly 19th century-type blue attire and, for Ione's surprise, a monkey tail. Ione kept staring at the tail.

"Is that real?" She asked and pointed at the tail. The tail moved as the blonde turned to look at it.

"No, it's a robotic attachment I've taken just for fun. What do you think?" He answered and quirked an eyebrow at the girl.

"Oh Hyne, you have a... A... A monkey tail! Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Oh Hyne, a tail!" Ione cracked up and began laughing, while doubling over. The blonde with the monkey-tail looked at her, slightly offended.

"Yeah, um, remember when I told you about that slightly psychotic ex-neighbour-girl I met again a while ago?" Irvine asked, and after few people nodded, he pointed at the hysterical girl on his lap. After Ione realized that he was calling her psychotic, she stopped laughing. She turned her face to Irvine, and grabbed his cheeks, stretching them rather painfully.

"I'm not psychotic! I'm mentally unstable, it's a different thing!" She said, and Irvine smacked her hands away, rubbing his cheeks.

"That hurts."

"Duh."

"Psychotic and mentally unstable are the same thing, you know." The other pony-tailed brunette pointed out and looked at the girl lazily. Ione turned towards him.

"No they are not."

"Yes they are."

"No, they are written differently and mentally unstable doesn't sound so negative." She reasoned and looked at the guy.

"Sure it doesn't."

"Oh, I apologize deeply, o' king of sarcasm." She said and mock-bowed before him, as much as she could.

"Then what are you? The queen of it?" He asked, getting slightly ticked off.

"No, I'm the lowly chambermaid who can easily put something lethal into your bed, assassinating you, doing a coup d'etat and assuming my place as the queen, dancing on your grave every now and then. Besides, were I the queen, we'd be married and that would be just nasty." There was a slight silence.

"A simple yes or no would've been just fine, freak."

"Takes one to know one."

"Wow, that's so mature."

"Coming from me it is."

"That's believable."

"Oh ha ha." Ione stuck out her tongue at the guy, who in return, rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'd like to stay and continue this charming conversation, but alas, I have a certified bitch to slaughter. Adios, muchachos." Ione said, hopped off of Irvine and went on her merry way, to 'slaughter' the girl who just pushed her down.

"Has she always been that vengeful?" The guy with the tattoo asked.

"Well, you push her, she pushes back, but harder." Irvine answered, shrugging it off.

"Speaking from experience there, cowboy?" Monkey-tailed blonde asked and poked Irvine.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Who's this?" Ione asked when she reached her cubical. Next to Kichi, there was a strange girl with really long powder-blue hair on a braid with dark blue and silver streaks. Ione had a hard time seeing her eyes; the girl's bangs reached her eyelids. She had a necklace with a black snowflake on fire on it, and her skin was pale.

'Hyne, what is this girl? An ice-spirit or an albino?'

"I am Yuki Kage, if you must know." She answered, barely looking at Ione.

'Yup, an ice spirit. Joy. I can already feel the temperature dropping…' Ione thought and took her seat. She pulled her backpack in front of her and reached inside. She took out a small, rectangular-shaped metal box and a small joystick.

"What are you doing?" Kichi asked and looked at the stuff closely. Even Yuki seemed to have interest about these strange things.

"There was a blonde bitch that shoved me aside while I tried to come here. I want to return the favor." Ione said with a maniacal grin dancing on her face. She opened the box and tapped a small, solid-looking metal ball, activating it and it hopped up, hovering in the air.

"What's that?"

"This, dear Kichi, is an electric shock-ball. My dad designed these things many years back for prank-purposes, and gave me the blueprints. These send, upon contact with organic material, a slight shock of electricity through a human's body. It's not so much that it would be lethal or dangerous in any ways, it just hurts like shit if it hits you." She moved the stick a little, just to see if it worked. The small ball had some electricity coursing through it's surface as it moved around.

"Purrr-fect." Ione purred like a happy cat and smiled in a sadistic way.

"... Kid, you scare me when you act like that." Kichi said, looking at Ione, slowly burrowing deeper into the cushioned bench.

"And right now, I thank myself for quick reflexes. I had this tracker-bug in my hand when she pushed me, and I accidentally stuck it into her clothes." Ione said and clicked some buttons on her joy pad.

"Follow the tracking signal." She ordered, and the small orb hovered, beeped faintly and flew away, following the signal.

"Now what?" Kichi asked.

"Now, we wait." Ione answered, put the metal box back into her bag, along with the controller, switching it off. Soon after these deeds were done, a shrill scream echoed in the passenger's department, making many people to turn their heads towards the scream's origin.

"Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" A woman's voice was heard and some frantic shuffling, along with yelps and laughter as the others laughed at it. Ione craned her neck to see what was happening, along with Kichi and that Yuki-girl. There she was, in the middle of the corridor, trying to swat the orb away, constantly getting the painful shocks. Ione quickly retracted her head into the safety of the cubical, and laughed it off. Kichi joined her, and Yuki chuckled. After a while of chuckling, even she began laughing.

"This was you, wasn't it?" A demanding voice rang out, and all the three girls turned their head towards the source. It was the blonde girl, looking very dishevelled and messy, her hair slightly standing up and her finger pointing at Ione. All three girls fought a good battle to keep the laughter inside, but eventually, lost.

"Ah ha ha ah-I w-wish that would've been m-me, b-but someone... Pfft! Beat me to it!" She blurted out and began laughing even harder. So did the other two, Kichi had doubled over and Yuki was laughing in a sadistic way, truly enjoying that the girl was so badly messed up. She seemed to be ready to explode any minute now...

"Mark my words, I, LeBlanc, will revenge this!" The blonde huffed and trudged away. Ione couldn't control herself and kept laughing. Unbeknownst to LeBlanc, the small orb had hovered back up to Ione, lacking some power but reaching it's destination. Ione grabbed it, took out the metal box and put it back to it's rightful place, still giggling.

"Oh man, that was priceless." Kichi exclaimed and wiped the corner of her eye.

"I knew these thingies would come in handy one day." Ione said and grinned as wide as she could.

"But, who was she?" Kichi wondered, getting serious for a second.

"That was LeBlanc, a third year. She thinks she rules the school, but she only rules over the stupid bimbos and the idiot jocks. In other words, she is the leader of the popular." Yuki said, spitting out the words LeBlanc, bimbos, jocks and popular.

"I take it that you would be very pleased if they'd end up physically very hurt." Ione remarked.

"Oh yes." The pale girl smirked, and it really, really scared Ione. She seemed to be very... Sadistic?

"So, that pretty much means she's going to make your years at the school a living hell, eh?" Kichi asked, leaning to the table.

"Oh, no, au contraire, she's going to make things interesting! Nothing like a good stress-factor to keep me going!" Ione beamed back.

"… You know, out of all the people I've met, you are the first stress-junkie." The darker girl said and blew a rebellious strand of hair away from her face.

"But it's so much fuuun!" Ione squealed, switching into her hyper-mode.

"Ugh, you two are so annoying." Yuki muttered and tried to dig something out of her small, pale blue bag.

"Better get used to it, because whether you like it or not, we're gonna bug you a lot." Ione challenged the girl, who in return, banged her head to the tabletop.

"Oh Hyne please say it ain't so!" She groaned and glared at the table.

"Yes it is. Too bad for you, Glacier, but you have us as your friends now." Kichi marked from her corner.

"Oh joy." Yuki's words were dripping with sarcasm, but deep down, under all that icy exterior, she was, strange enough, somewhat happy that she knew some ones that were at least a little more towards normality. Well, that Ione-kid seemed to have a multi-personality-disorder and was extremely annoying because of it, but she seemed like a good person. Maybe she'd stick around them, just for the heck of it. Nuthin' better to do, anyways.

Sorry, short, I know! But puh-leeease don't skin me alive! I'll write more after I retrieve the next chapter from my dad's laptop. Accidentally forgot it there. Oops.

Read my rules from the previous chapter, if you may. It clears things up.

Woo, I finally got a male OC in! O mah Gawd! Thank you, Alhazard! n.n

And now, this is important: The romantic links in this story are undetermined. I ask you to send me suggestions about which couples should be in this story, and if all of you authors of your OCs want a girlfriend/boyfriend. If there's an intermixing of OCs, I need to confirm this from both sides.

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