Title: The Love Disaster

Author: thequietgenius

Genre: General/Romance

Rating: K+ (Rating may go up.)

Summary: Keira plots revenge on Ashelin by concocting a potion to make Jak fall for her. What happens when it backfires? Now not only Jak, but other guys are infatuated with her too. Will these obstacles stray her judgment? JK

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I would reply but I think fanfiction dot net has a policy against responding to them. Oh well, maybe I'll write a dedication near the end of the story whenever than is. Anyway R&R.

Ashelin beamed at Jak when she released him. He just stared at her back with a look of bewilderment. Her joyful expression faded into one of concern.

"What's wrong Jak?"

"I should be asking you the same question. I never agreed to this engagement."

"B-but why? Don't you love me Jak? It was me who saved you in the wasteland."

"And it was you who threw me out." He pointed out coldly.

"I already told you. I had no control over that incident. I'm truly sorry Jak." Ashelin paused for a moment, "But at least you're here now." She half-smiled but he didn't return it.

"..."

"Please Jak give us a chance. Keira doesn't like you. She didn't respond when you met her in Haven City after being in the wasteland."

"I don't know…"

"Just give it some thought, okay? Your quarters are on the top floor next to mine—in case you need anything." She quickly added.

Jak sighed massaging his temples. He stopped briefly at the exit, "Thanks." Was all he said before leaving.

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Keira strapped on a red headband with fierce determination in her eyes. She pulled on her mechanics' gloves and boots. An empty gun hostler was at her side. Although, she had little armor, she felt strong. Now all she needed was a weapon…

She searched every nook and cranny in her apartment for money. She only came up with $20. Not nearly enough for a gun or bullets for that matter. This left only two options: Beg the underground or bargain in Spargus.

Keira really didn't want to have to deal with Torn's wrath right now. He'd been moody and sulky ever since Ashelin left the Freedom League commander for Jak. She felt empathetic with him. They both were lost someone important to them.

Except Keira was going to get that someone back—with no mercy.

She'd had enough of Daxter, that rotten, selfish rat, stealing her kisses with Jak. She'd had enough of living in this wretched war zone they call Haven City. She'd had enough of certain redheaded sluts trying to steal the man that was rightfully hers.

It's payback time.

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With new-found resolve, she stormed right into Spargus. Through the help of the Sand Shark and traveling monks of course. Maybe King Sig will be so kind to lend me a gun, Keira thought riding the elevator to the throne room.

When she got off, she gasped at the beauty of the place. The lush plants, the well-crafted sculptures…wait getting off track here. Sig was nowhere to be found. However, there happened to be a sign hanging off the back of his throne:

…out to lunch

…be right back

…watching the marauders getting their tails kicked (check)

"That's rather unusual." Keira voice aloud, riding back down the elevator. She guessed that meant Sig was at the arena.

As soon as she got to the stadium, just as suspected, Sig was there sitting royally on his throne with Pecker on his shoulder, booing and cheering the fighters on.

"Oooh right in the gut! That's gotta hurt!" He squawked.

"Hello cherry, here to see some good ole fashioned brawl? You've come to the right place." Sig said good naturedly, noticing Keira.

"Well, actually I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Shoot." He said paying more attention to the clash below.

"I need a morph gun like the one Jak has." Keira yelled over the roar of the crowds.

"What?"

"I said…I NEED A MORPH GUN LIKE THE ONE JAK HAS!" She screamed over the bellow of the elves.

"A morph gun? Whaddaya need that for? Don't you have Jak to protect you?" He joked.

She sighed a bit, twirling a strand of hair in her fingers. "I don't need any man to protect me…" She defended. Liar, she thought.

Sig looked her straight in the eye for a moment, as if searching for something. "I'm sorry chili pepper. But the only way I can give you a gun is if you fight in the arena. Why do you need it anyway?"

Keira knew he would laugh if he knew the truth. She decided to ignore the question and take up on the offer. Not thinking of how stupid she was being at the moment.

"I'll fight." She said.

Sig almost choked on his cocktail. "W-what did you say Keira, I don't think I heard you right—"

"You heard me loud and clear, your highness. I want to fight in the arena." She stressed the word highness as if mocking him.

"But cherry you don't even know how to fight." He insisted.

"Why don't you see and find out?" She challenged, tenacity burned within her.

He sighed. "Alright chili pepper suit yourself, but I'm warning you. I'm not responsible for any injuries taken place here." He stated. "Arena rules."

"You only need to worry about running out of competitors." Keira said cockily. Grasping the morph gun thrown to her with some difficulty. If Jak can do it, so can I.

As the elevator lowered towards the platform, her sensibility kicked in. She was suddenly aware of the situation. The deafening roar of the spectators, the scorching heat of the lava, and the fact she was going to have to fight 20 or so marauders—with much more experience of battle than her—occurred to her.

"Mar, help me…" Keira squeaked almost fainting. Then she remembered a youthful blonde's face and innocent, blue eyes. The mute, charming boy she'd known since childhood. In Sandover. Now in ironically-called Haven City and Spargus, two war-torn cities fighting for what little they have.

"I've gone this far, I can't back down now…" She took a deep breath and trotted onto the stage. The heat made her sweat profusely and a wave of nausea swept over. Low guttural growls were heard as the doors swung open. Tons of massive marauders tumbled out swinging their weaponry in a circular motion above their head.

To. Kill. Her.

"Good luck Keiraa, you're going to need itt." Pecker sang before swinging his wing down like a flag, signaling the beginning of the fight.

Which Keira was so not ready for.

A/N: Finally some action. How do you think it's going so far? I'll be happy to hear any ideas for the plot.