Okay, since no one has requested anyone to be next person to be in my story, I just randomly pulled a name from a hat and that person is… Ray.

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"Hey! You can't get up yet!" Silver held onto the black hair boy's arms.

"Actually, yes I can." Ray tries to pry her lose. "I wasn't hurt, so please let go."

"It's true Silver, he doesn't have any serious injuries and that strange coat of his kept him warm. So you can let him go."

"Hakume! What are you doing here?" The 'seemly' little girl suddenly took a defensive position.

"Have you caught the outsiders' stupidity? Thisis my house; it's you who shouldn't be here."

"This is my sister's house too, so you don't have the right to tell me that!"

"I know, and it's a nightmare to be related to you."

"Good thing it's only by marriage," Silver clenched her teeth. "I can't imagine if…"

"I was as short as you. That character trait seems to run in your side of the family."

"I'm not short! I'm vertically challenged!" Silver pounced at her cousin.

Note: Technily, Hakume is Silver's nephew, because her sister was married to his uncle. Reason for that will be later explained. I'm using cousin, because it just seems too strange otherwise. Also Hakume is 15, the same age as the blade breakers.

Hakume side stepped, and Silver successfully tacked the family cat to the floor. For those who have aggressive cats probably knows what had happened next…

"Well, let's go." He turns to Ray.

"Aren't you going to help her?"

"She'll be alright; even a klutz like her can treat a few scratches. Anyways, don't you want to see your friends?"

Just then…

"Ray! You are alive!"

"What a negative thing to say Max, of course he's alive!" Tyson screamed in the other's ears.

"Stop with all that ruckus!" Madame Nana barged in and threw the two hyper active teens out of the room. "This is an infirmary, so keep quiet!" And then slammed the door shut.

"She's scary…"

"I second that."

Meanwhile on the other side of the door…

"Now, what are you doing up?" A scary shadow looms over the sickbed.

"Me?" A small voice squeaked.

"Does it look like I'm talking to anyone else?" The shadow closed in.

"No." Sweat drop at forming at the back of Ray's head by the bucket.

"Ah help! The cat-zilla is on the loose!"

"What now?" The inpatient woman stormed out of the room.

"Ah! Get it off, get it off!"

"I told you to be quiet!"

After a while, when everything is quiet on the other side… "What is a cat-zilla?"

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Three figures was seen sitting in the lobby of the infirmary, all covered with bandages on various parts of their bodies.

Then there was the cat on the other side of room, mindlessly licking its paw.

"I'll get that cat one day." One of the mummies growled.

"Just calm down Tyson, my ear is still ringing from that last lecture we got."

"Why don't the both of you be quiet!" The third, smaller one snapped. "You want Nana to come back?"

"If you are so scared of her, then why don't you just scream louder?"

"Hakume! So we meet again…"

"Stop quoting the Raytheon (A made up book name for this story), only illiterate people does that."

"Just because it's a well know story and that everyone memorized it, it doesn't mean…"

"Careful." Hakume left to help a few others with a very heavy looking piece of furniture. "Where are we moving this to?"

"Center square, the mayor needed it for…"

"Hakume! I was talking!" Silver stamped her feet.

"And I'll listen, when you have finally found something intelligent to say." Then he was gone, out the door.

"Rrr…ahh!" The silver haired girl kicked the bench that she was sitting on. "Why is he so good at this?"

"Hi guys… what is she doing?"

"Hey Ray, you're up." Max looks happy as always.

"Oh her? Sulking I guess, she tends to do that when that guy's around." Tyson replied. "Anyways, how did you ever escape the horror in the white aprons?"

"Um… Tyson?" Max pocked at the other's arm. "He never did."

"Wha..?" He never finished the question.

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"Think again before you blabber your mouth off!" Silver passed a plate to Max.

"I gotta agree with her on this one." From Max to Ray.

"Max! Ray you saw what happened right?"

"Don't look at me Tyson." From Ray to Tyson.

"Well…" 'Great! She is getting them all on her side, evil girl, evil little girl!' "You guys should have told me that she was standing right behind me!"

"Less talk, more whipping."

"I'm not talking to you little girl."

"Tyson, don't stack the plates if they are not dry yet!" Ray pointed out.

"Well, they would be dry if you would just use warm water to rinse them! And what's the point? They all still all have bubbles on them anyways!"

"What?" the Chinese boy seems offended. "I rinsed them properly! It's Max's fault for not wash them with too much soap."

"Me?" Max raised his hands. "Look they are all pruning, because I was trying so hard to wash the plates clean! It's Silver who didn't scrap all the leftovers off."

"Don't blame it on me!" She jumped off the little stool that she was standing on. "You know how hard it is to scrap off dried cheese and flour mix?"

"Well that's still no excuse little girl!" Tyson chipped in.

"It is! That's because it's your plates that we are washing here fatty! If you haven't eaten so much food for lunch, we wouldn't have so many dishes to wash right now!"

Reality sets in, and let me tell you, it is not fun being Tyson right now.

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Yahoo! I finished another one!