Hi, me again. It's not like anyone reads this section or cares but…this chapter is shorter than the usual. I just noticed, that's all.

Chapter 3: Little Buddy

"Ahem!" Horohoro cleared his throat. "Well, anyway! Truth or dare, Lyserg?"

"Uh…"

Half of the group started chanting "Truth!" and the other half started chanting "Dare!" Lyserg didn't know which one to choose.

"Uh...truth! No? Dare? Dare! Yes, Dare! What, truth? Um, okay, truth. Dare? Argh! Will you all stop screaming?" Lyserg shouted. Everyone shut their mouths. "Alright, I'm going for…dare."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I dare you to…" he turned to Ren and sneered. Ren gave him a confused look. "To perform a wrestling move on my little friend…Ren."

"WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'LITTLE BUDDY'?" Ren yelled at Horohoro. "I AM NOT SMALL! AND I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND EITHER!"

"Well, I don't mean to be blunt, but you are kinda short. I don't mean to hurt you but…heh heh." Horohoro went right in front of Ren and looked down. "You're the shortest one out of the whole shaman group. And you sorta have a baby face sometimes. And what's up with your eyes anyway? Are you half cat or something? I don't know what I see in you…'re…uhh…HAIR!"

"Look, proof! It's right there!" Hao shouted. "Why isn't anyone noticing!" he cried.

"Hao," Yoh started. "I think you should take a blood pressure pill or something."

"But—but he's--! Yoh, do you know what this means? Horohoro lied! Ha ha ha!"

"HAO!" Manta shouted. "Get off of the table! I'll have to wipe it clean again! Wha--? Hao! Why didn't you take off your shoes! You're scratching the table! Take off your shoes! NOW!"

"HA HA HA HA HA!"

"I told you that you were flirting with Ren." Lyserg stated while drinking his cup of hot tea and also taking a bite of his muffin.

"I was not flirting with Ren! Hey, Buddy, tell him that I'm not like that!" Horohoro said desperately, turning to Ren.

"This small 'Buddy' doesn't know what to think anymore." Ren replied as he looked away.

"What? Come on, my rep's on the line. Will you help me?"

"So? What does it matter? Whatever you're like, that's the way you are. Get used to it. Like I said, I don't care. You're still the same," Ren replied again.

"Re—really?"

"Are you two having a moment?" Lyserg asked sarcastically.

"No," they both replied

"Hey," Yoh asked. "You seem to be able to tell about stuff like this with how many times you're on our case, how come, Lyserg?"

"Well, if you ever look as girly as me, Yoh, you'll understand. This is how it goes: guys just come to you and ask you out, you tell them that you are a guy, they gasp, and then they ask you out again anyway. It really is scary. I am forever known as 'that cute chick with the green hair' in England, but as Broccoli Tops in Japan…" Lyserg sighed. "So, Horohoro, do I have to pull off that wrestling move on Ren like you dared me to?"

"No, leave him alone. It's okay; I change my mind, anyway," Horohoro replied.

"Why's that?" Ren asked a bit confused. "You love it when someone does something like that on me. What's with the change of heart?"

"No reason, Ren. Unless you want him to; I'll gladly watch." Horohoro replied. He turned to Lyserg. "Alright, I dare you to get Hao off of the table...but do it without any violence"

Lyserg turned to his left and saw Hao on the table. He was hopping around the table with little fans in his hands. How that happened, no one knows. He was jumping up and down on the table earlier because he thought Horohoro was lying, but then, this happened. Lyserg sighed. He approached the table Hao was on. I hate him, he thought.

"Hao?" He looked down to see Lyserg. "Could you please get off of the table?"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Broccoli Tops."

"Whatever, just please get off of the table."

"What was that? I wasn't paying attention. I do believe you said 'please', perhaps?"

"Just get off. Please."

"What was that?"

"Please get off."

"Hmm?"

"I would appreciate it if you got off."

"Oops. Didn't hear. Say it again."

"Get…off…of…the…damn…table."

Hao didn't need to hear that a second time. He got off of the table. He sat down and thought, I remember the days when I used to do all the intimidating. First Ren got me and now Broccoli Tops. I gotta take out Spirit of Fire once in a while to show them who's boss…which is me, of course.

"Alright," Lyserg sighed as he sat down, "I did it." He grabbed the bottle. "Now I spin the bottle." Lyserg spun the bottle and it was the Iron Maiden Jeanne that the bottle pointed to.

This isn't good…

A/N: I want to thank all the people for the reviews (I'm still a bit shocked that I'm actually getting them for something I wrote). Even if you don't like it, review. They're there so just you know what people thought of the story after all.