--Rises from the dead-- Rawr! I'm backkk! Yay! Yes, I know you all missed me so… I've decided to do another chappie! Yay! Oooo high school kills. XX Hiya Kyra! I miss you! Anyway, please vote for your favorite character! It makes them happy! HApPy! Also, pweez REVIEW! La!

To Arsenel: Hehe. Thanks for the compliment! Derek IS cool. Lol.

To ShadowCelest117: Yay! Thankies! I'll try harder to meet your standards! Mwaah!

To Kiba: I know yoU! --pokes--

To The Fan With A Really Long Name: Lol, thankies for adding me to your looong name! I feel special! Rawr! XD Lol! Don't get shocked! It's not good for your skin :P LOL! Anyway, I'm not holy. --pokes salem/ff/inuyasha/anime fan-- See? You should've started flying in the air if I was holy. --salem/ff/inuyasha/anime fan starts flying-- Holy shuh-shmoo! I wish I could publish this! Yay! Go soda! OO

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Disclaimer: AhhhhH! --the Blizzard staff chases Salem with knives-- I swear! I didn't say I OWNED it! I borrowed! Borrowing is good. :)

--The imp sidles up to the reader, "After the fight, kupo. Your mamma kupo!"--

Brian pants, however unaccustomed to actually breathing, and follows Derek into a building that lies a few miles from the school in which they'd fought, the encroaching afternoon swallowing their wounded forms. It is a strange, small building with a sign buzzing outside stating "Food MaRT" in glowing, red letters.

Since it is beginning to darken outside, the demon cringes against the violet fluorescent lights. Once inside, Derek carries the shocked, yet still slightly conscious Kyra to a corner behind the multitudes of shelves littered with tons of unorganized packaged snacks on them. While Derek is off trying to comfort the nerve-wracked girl and contact Mephisto through mental telepathy, Brian perches himself near the glass doors so as to lookout for either their elder brother or danger. A skinny, greasy man at the cash register, who always kept at least one hand out of sight under the counter, glares weakly at him. 'What does he think I'm gonna do? Rob him?' thinks Brian, staring intently back to unnerve the human more.

"Who? What? When? Where! Why!" shouts the hysterical Kyra, her mind unable to process the horrific sights that weren't meant for mortal eyes. An old woman near the condiment section tries to act as if she'd hadn't heard, but fails. Her bulbous body twists to look around at the boy in the back and suddenly faints seeing a teenager covered in multiple wounds and drenched in blood. Brian shrugs, spilling more blood. 'So the two warlord haven't given up yet,' thinks the Prime Evil. 'They're back to finish their dirty work. And now the angels are in the neighborhood as well. It seems that things are getting too risky to expose ourselves openly. We must hurry along our plans if we are to live through it this time.'

Outside, something large and dark as the voids of space flaps and makes a small 'thud' noise, as if landing. Cars out at the gasoline tanks screech away hurriedly like bats outta' hell, so to speak. Then Melvin waltzes in through the sliding glass doors, a black feather sticking from his hair, which he quickly discards.

"Where is the girl?" he asks simply.

Brian casually points behind him to the corner and his brother stalks off. The food mart clerk tries to lean over the counter to see where the priest was going, to make sure no on caused mischief in his store. No, no one would be allowed to cause trouble in his store, not while he was around to do something about it. At an uncomfortable angle, he sees the blonde girl standing before the priest, her head bent back with the priest's slender hand hovering over her upturned face. She seems as if in a trance-like state, eyes fluttering yet closed, as the other blond teenager watches helplessly to the side. Brian watches as well, as he and Derek wave slightly with their hands so as to remove any traces of blood on them. The clerk, however, misses this by the blink of an eye, not noticing the sudden change in the two teenagers, too intent on what these hooligans were up to. Brian listens as Mephisto mutters in an echoing voice, chanting slightly to the now unconscious female, "Xua rhell mus pibell, emx itimr shes her hennimic…"

'You shall not recall any event that has happened,' Brian deciphers in his head, a tad bit rusty in his own language ever since his voyage here on the mortal plane. He recalls how his elder sibling had done the same to the girls during the day-care incident.

And then Kyra's eyes shudder open…

--The moogle shivers, "I'm tired, kupo. Kyra, kupo."--

At first, she remembers floating through a strange world, a black space of a world of open doors, each doorway containing a glimpse of her life within their frames, like old black-and-white reruns of ancient programs long since buried by time. She finds herself drifting, as though the air is thick enough to support her and carry her along. The first door she sees has her entire fourteenth birthday reenacted within it, capturing the moment when she had dunked her face into the entire cake while her mother brung out a spare. The next door floats by and Kyra sees a glimpse of the first time she'd met Salem and Rika, the trio bumping into each other in a crowded hallway and laughing it off. A door to her left captures the moment when she had given a speech in Biology class on the topic of the spontaneous combustion of Twinkies. She can hear herself, her own voice echoing in her head. A large, red door looms before her, the handsome face of Derek framed in it, smiling as he took her to get some ice cream in the park. She cringes at the next door, a hideous, twisted thing, for it revealed the hideous monsters that had trapped her in the burning cafeteria. But as soon as she sees it, everything she knows is lost for a moment, she is nobody in a tiny pinch of Eternity. It is as if all the lights in this unknown space had suddenly winked out, and had left her there in the darkness.

Finally, the doors blink back into existence. The ugly door before her is closed however and it bugs her that she can't remember what was in it.

Then, she had awoken…

The food mart's blaring lights flood her vision as she feebly urges her eyes open. Her body feels slightly numb. She sees Melvin and soon her voice returns to her.

"W-Where am I?" she asks weakly.

"You are in a food mart," replies the unemotional Melvin, standing directly before her, looming over her simple form.

Her body becomes less numb and she swiftly turns around and sees Derek, then notices Brian standing near the entranceway. Her eyes widens as an idea dawns on her, a possible reason why she was alone with three men.

"Eew! Perverts! Rapistses!" she shouts, trying to scoot away from them.

Melvin has a disgusted look, "I would never…"

Derek places a hand on her arm to calm her. "Kyra. You know we're not rapists," he explains, formulating a simple fib to cover up their tracks. "Me and Brian found you passed out in the cafeteria when we got out of after-school detention, so we thought you would recover here if you got a drink or something."

"Oh…" she hesitates. "Thanks." Something in his words causes her to believe him, despite their past differences, and she relaxes, realizing how farfetched her accusation is. She slowly walks around, deciding she wanted a drink and buys one from the skittish clerk. Diablo eyes the two brothers. Brian and Melvin sigh, walking to the farthest end at the back of the store, giving their younger brother some 'alone time'.

'I don't even know why Diablo chose a different human in the first place. He was only supposed to keep one, and that Amanda girl doesn't look very promising. It seems our hours spent here are slowly burdening us with human influences,' Brian shivers, wondering what had happened to his once blood-thirsty, destructive self…

--"At Derek, kupo. Do the wave kupo!" the imp says, doing the wave.--

Derek gulps, heading in the direction of Kyra. After seeing the peril she'd been in, he suddenly realized how much he would miss her if she'd gone, how much this strange thing called pain would engulf his dark heart seeing her there in agony under the warlords' torturous ways. That pain had felt even worse than the wounds of all the past battles combined. Although no sign of the previous battle shows on Derek, within, he is still very much wounded, his innards slowly trying to mend themselves. Every step he takes towards Kyra brings sudden pain shooting through his legs, but it was nothing like the anguish he'd felt in that burning cafeteria.

Kyra sips at her lemonade, leaning upon a counter, back turned towards Derek as he approaches. Her shoulders hunched, she turns her gaze towards something that is anything but Derek.

"Uhhh… listen Kyra. I was just thinking. Well, what I wanted to say was… I mean-"

"Don't' even try it," she says in a slightly harsh voice. "Just give it up Derek."

"Kyra…"

Kyra says nothing, doing her best to stay in the same position until the guy left. She can still feel him, unmoving in his spot as well. She can feel him, gazing sadly into her turned back. Her heart saddens, hearing her say such harsh words to the one she'd come to love. The memories of him come flooding back, so many memories, even though she'd only known him for a few months. But what about Amanda? What is to be said about his sudden and abrupt relationship with Amanda? It had hurt her too.

"Kyra, I…."

More silence.

"I'm sorry…this couldn't work out then…" Derek says sadly. A shifting sounds tells Kyra that is he moving now, slowly walking away in defeat. Her hurt lurches, wrenching in pain, tears threatening to blur her vision.

Derek turns away from her, stepping slowly, more painfully.

"Wait," Kyra's crystal voice says from behind him. "Tell me…" she hesitates again, holding back some tears. She can't cry now, that would mean giving in. "Why… Why did you… leave me, for Amanda?"

Derek turns slowly around, the blonde human now facing him. "Well, I thought… maybe fell for another guy." She remembers Brandon now, sneaking that awful kiss. Perhaps it was he who…

"Oh Derek. You saw him…?"

He nods slowly.

"And you thought… Oh, I didn't mean it! He must have done that on purpose. I'm so sorry Derek. It's all my fault that you misunderstood," she cries, her heart wailing. It is all her fault then, she realizes… "…All my fault," she whispers.

Derek shifts, looking Kyra onto the eyes. "No Kyra," he says sadly, moving closer to her, holding her arms. "I'm the one to blame. I mean, I'm the one who got all crazy and went out with Amanda. I guess…" he stops, the words flowing from his mouth unlike anything he'd ever heard or seen or spoken, "I guess, I got scared, afraid that I'd lost you … I could never live without… you… Could you ever give me second chance?"

Kyra's eyes well up, but she forces a smile upon her face, leaning into Derek's arms. She giggles a little. "I forgive you… cheese head…" He looks down, surprised that she'd given in so soon. "You'll have to dump Amanda first," she says smiling, "I hope that won't be too hard on you."

"Eh… She was bad company anyway. She can't stop talking…." They both laugh together, a sweet sound, emanating throughout the perfect night...

Okay! Wow! I did it! I finished a chappie! --Mother cries as if this were Salem's graduation-- OO So how'd you like it? Was it beautiful? Did it stink? Is your day okay? How is your spleen? Blah, my love scene is crappy.I'm sorry it's so short. X-X I'll go shoot myself.--Shoots herself-- BOOM! --Rises with a gaping head wound-- Anyway, a thanks to all of you guys out there who still support me and continue to read this crappy crap fic! Thank you for the reviews too guys! I LOVE THEM! Rolls around in them like money Anyway, I know this is a shortish entry, but hey, what can you expect? I did it, right? Peace! And now for the voties:

Salem: 3

Brian: 4

Selena: 3

Derek: 4

Kyra: 4

Rika: 3

Melvin: 2

Tyrael: 0

Hadriel: 0

Izual: 0

Azmodan: 0

Belial: 0