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I frowned at the black-and-white spotted board, trying to deny what it told me. Sitting opposite me, Jeb pointed at me and snickered. I glared at him.

I had lost the game of go.

I summoned a bucket of water to pour over him as revenge and poured over his head. I smiled evilly when he spluttered. I wasn't usually a sore loser, but his attitude enraged me so much! Had he ever heard of sportsmanship?

I sighed and massaged my temples. 'So, you were going to teach me how to control earth and teach me something else, right?'

Jeb immediately stopped spluttering.

'Yeah, well, not exactly teach…' Huh? What did that mean? 'Like all the other elements, I'll just give you a book for you to learn from. And the other thing, well…' He trailed off. I frowned at him, expecting the worst.

'Is it studying?' I hated studying.

'Yes. Here are two of the books you will be studying from.'

I sighed. Studying? I hope it won't be too much… Wait… did he just say two of the books? Does that mean there're more than two books? I sweat dropped and looked up to see Jeb reach into a portal of some kind and try to pull out an object. He kept tugging and tugging, his back practically touching the ground until he suddenly flew backwards holding…

I gaped. Those weren't books anymore, they were mountains. I could literally use one of those books as a bed if I wanted to! I groaned and tried to bang my head on the tree. Jeb staggered over and put the mountain of paper before me and pointed to the one on the left.

'That one is the etiquette, customs, traditions, cultures, history, and all that type of stuff about Avril. The second one,' he pointed at the one on the right, 'is people you need to know and their behaviour so you can know how to talk to them.'

He flipped open the first page of the second book. There was a picture, and then next to it, a name, date of birth, what status they had, what they did, likes, dislikes… And I wasn't even up to half the page yet. Jeb started pointing.

'The book is based on status. This first page is the King's profile, next page is the Queen, then you, then the respective kings, queens, princes and princesses of each element, then ladies in waiting, councillors, the nobles, (high court and low court) bodyguards, guards, the nobles in your age group, maids…'

I cut him off.

'And how am I supposed to remember all this?' I gestured at the mountains. Did he have anything that would help me remember this stuff?

'Old fashioned studying, my dear, old fashioned studying.' He smiled at my horrified look. And then he pulled out two text-book sized books out of his pocket. I stared at it in horror. Were they another thing I had to memorise?

'Here is the book to let you know how to use earth.' He gave it to me. It was brown.

'And the other one?' He simply gave it to me. I read the title.

The Beginners' Guide to Dancing at Formal Occasions

My brain was going to explode. I needed to memorise two huge monolith worth of knowledge, learn how to control earth, and learn how to dance? Why the hell do I need to know how to dance anyway?

My hand started to flicker. I was waking up. I leaned back to the tree and closed my eyes as I started to wake up.

'Thanks for everything, Jeb.' I muttered sarcastically. He just laughed.

'Bye, Jeb.'

'Bye.'

I woke up in a soft bed. This was weird, as, for the last few weeks, I didn't even have a bed.

I snuggled in more and hugged the books…

Books?

Sure enough, the Beginners' Guide to Dancing at Formal Occasions and my earth controlling book were there.

I sighed, sat up, and started reading. A few minutes later, Dusky burst in through the door.

'WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE WERE CLEANING THE HOUSE? WE DIDN'T GET TO SLEEP UNTIL WHAT? 2:00? IN THE MORNING? DID YOU KNOW HOW TIRED WE WERE? HUH?'

I waved my arms around.

'Calm down, calm down, I wanted to finish that game of go with Jeb…' I widened my eyes and clamped my hands over my mouth.

'FINISH THAT GAME WITH…' I put my head under the covers to stop her loud yelling from deafening my ears. A few minutes later (or maybe twenty) Dusky calmed down enough to drag me off the bed and into the breakfast room.

There, I saw Leorio, wearing weights, collapsed in a chair while Kurapika, also wearing weights, tried to set the table. Where was Gon?

A yelp and a crash came from the kitchen. Gon was on the floor, sheepishly scratching his head.

'Ahaha, sorry…'

I moved forward to help him pick up the pieces. After we dumped them in the bin, I pushed Gon out the door.

'Help Kurapika and Dusky set the table. I think Leorio's still out.'

'What about you, Wind?'

'I'm going to cook, since no one here seems to be able to.'

'Oh, ok. Be careful, I think that chopping board was thirty kilograms…' And he left trying to keep the tray of tea I gave him steady. I belatedly remembered that each cup was what? Twenty kilograms? Or was it less?

…

I shrugged. Who cares? I looked at the kitchen speculatively.

After I heard Gon arrive at the dining table safely, I pushed back my sleeves and readied myself for cooking. Not that there was much sleeve to push back, since they were elbow length…

I walked over to the cupboards and began to look for cooking utensils. By the time the third cupboard had slammed its door in my face, I was ready to punch something. I growled. How come even the kitchen doors were built like the front doors? And even after all that hard work, I had only found a saucepan, which I swear had the weight of a baby elephant, a spatula that felt like a gym weight, and a large-ish bowl, which, I was prepared to bet, was heavier than I was.

In the fourth cupboard, I found rice. Bags and bags of rice. Mountains of rice. I raised my eyebrows. Two people lived here. How much rice can two people eat?

An idea for a dish began to form in my head. I began to scoop rice until it filled up the bowl, then lifted it up and put it next to the saucepan. Seeing a rice-cooker, I put the rice into the thing. I rinsed the rice with water (drilled into my head by my mum. She swears that rice tastes drastically worse without rinsing) and then, filling the rice-cooker-bowl thing with enough water, pressed the cook button. I smiled as the cooker began to heat up. Half of the work, done!

Now for a frying pan. I crouched in front of the fifth cupboard and pulled. I quickly stuck a knee between the doors, just in case they closed on me. I immediately saw a frying pan. Thank you, to whoever used it last, for putting it at the front! I pulled it out, and staggered under the frying pan's weight. So freaking heavy!

I swung it onto the stove with a thunk, and switched the gas on. Then I reached for the tub of oil on the side.

I tugged.

It didn't work.

I pulled at it with a little more strength and it shifted and tipped into the frying pan. Ahh! Too much oil! I quickly pushed at it and it stabilised again. I pushed it back to where it was before. I was getting more than enough exercise just by cooking breakfast! I wiped my forehead dry of sweat with my sleeve and blew at a random hair that had got into my face. Then, lifting the frying pan, I slowly tipped the excess oil into another bowl, so if I needed more oil, I didn't need to have a tug-o-war match with the oil tub again.

The oil seemed like it wasn't heating up very fast, so I walked over to the fridge and tried to open the door. It didn't budge.

I won't let the kitchen win! I glared at the fridge and kicked the fridge door. It flew open with a crash.

Oops. Forgotten about my strength there.

Inside the fridge, I found a carton of eggs (which wasn't heavy!) and, cracking all twelve into a bowl, slowly beat them all up with a pair of five-kilogram chopsticks from the utensil drawer, which was practically the weight of a small car, since it was filled with ridiculously weighted eating utensils AND being super heavy by itself already.

Still waiting for the frying pan to heat, I found some other foods, like onions and chives. I placed them all on the bench (I couldn't be bothered looking for a chopping board) and, seeing a chopping knife handle, I pulled at the knife. Even with my muscles ready for the weight, I still very nearly dropped it onto my foot. I growled at it. Why couldn't it be normal weighted? How dangerous was it for a freaking chopping knife to be heavy?

Still growling at the knife, I began to chop the other stuff up into small pieces.

The frying pan was still not hot. I frowned. How old was the stove here? It had been fifteen minutes already!

Waiting for the frying pan to heat, I poured two cans of canned soup, normal weighted (yay! Who knew Zoldyck land-keeper people ate canned soup anyway?), and three cans of water into the saucepan. Since Zebulo-san had been boiling water for his tea a few minutes ago, one of the stove-tops was still hot. I placed the saucepan onto that stove top and put the lid on. Next to it, the oil in the frying pan began to spit. Finally!

I poured everything, the eggs, and the chopped stuff, into the finally hot frying pan. I added a pinch of salt from the already open salt container. I smiled at the salt container. It was so nice, being open like that. It saved me from having to battle with its lid. I love you, salt container!

It started to smell heavenly. My stomach grumbled. Never could resist my own cooking. I heard a shout from outside.

'When is it ready, Wind? I'm starving here!'

The rice-cooker dinged quietly. I took the rice out of the cooker and tipped it into the bubbling saucepan. I switched off the stove and stirred the rice through the soup, letting the still boiling soup keep the rice warm. Then I put the eggs onto a plate, put the plate and the saucepan on a tray (with a heat mat under it of course), and staggered outside with the food.

I put the tray into the middle of the table. Then I looked for my seat. There were none, except for a spot where there was a… wheelchair.

I glared at it as I tried to figure out a plan not to sit in it. But Dusky immediately caught onto my plan and narrowed her eyes.

'Sit.' She pointed at the wheelchair. I sighed and sat. Then I put a huge glob of soup rice onto my plate with a huge ladle, which was also heavy, and speared a piece of omelette with my fork.

Then I ate with my spoon, which seemed like it was ten kilograms. What did they do to them to make them so heavy?

I was doing okay though. Poor Gon nearly couldn't even get the rice onto his plate while Leorio didn't have the energy to even lift the spoon. Kurapika was the only one who had the semblance of normalcy, though his arms were shaking like mad.

Dusky and I were eating like we had twenty kilogram cups and ten kilogram spoons every day. We finished first (Gon was still struggling to lift his third spoonful) and Dusky packed my dishes away and wheeled me out into the backyard.

'Stay here for awhile ok, Wind? You can wander wherever, just come back by lunchtime.'

I nodded and used the air currents to push me along one of the paths. I stopped at a very peaceful place. A brook was gurgling in front of me, and there were flowers and trees with a lush grass carpet underneath it all.

I let the air lift me to a place under a huge tree and started reading the book that would let me control my second last element.

You wouldn't think controlling earth was so hard. They say earth is the hardest, (well, Jeb said so) and I think I understood why.

Air, water and fire could all flow. Earth can't. And that's what makes it hard. And the earth itself likes to move slowly.

I had read the book already, and it said that earth was very useful for long term use. Unlike water, or air, you didn't need to keep using up energy to control its shape, or movement, because its natural tendency was to be solid and sturdy.

The only problem was to make it into the shape you wanted it to be in.

I had concentrated for half an hour to make an earth wall, (stone comes later, and if you get really advanced, you can even control plants. But the book said that only people who trained for years and years could do that, or if you were really superly-duperly powerful), and it only came up to my knees. And when I touched it, it instantly crumbled.

I sighed. This sucks. I closed my eyes and let the wind flow and blow about. I settled on hearing things. The stream gurgled; the leaves blew about. I settled deeper into the tree and coaxed a little bit of the wind to get my pack to me.

After a few minutes, my pack came flying. I got out my sketchbook and my pencils. I rubbed them. It seemed like I hadn't used them for a long time.

And so I started sketching until lunchtime, in which I immediately rushed back towards the house.

I didn't want Dusky to be mad at me again now, do I?

I ran, pushing the wheelchair before me. Then, still in the trees, I sat back into my wheelchair and let the air push me back into the house. They had left a space for me that I slid my wheelchair into.

To my utter surprise and amusement, we had toast with jam. It seemed like none of them could lift the saucepan to cook some hot stuff for lunch. Or the kettle, the pots, pans and multiple other utensils in the kitchen.

I laughed at them after they told me why we were eating toast, and struck a bargain with them.

I would wear the weights, but not do housework unless they were really desperate, but I would cook.

They nodded eagerly and I helped myself to my third slice of toast and nibbled on it. After that, I asked Zebulo to give me some weights that actually fit me.

Everything was fine really. We worked until sunset and then Gon started nagging Zebulo-san for us to go and try the door again.

As we walked out (or wheeled, in my case) to the door, we talked. I laughed with them of course, but I could see that, like me, Gon wished that Killua was here too, so we could all talk together.

Of course the others wanted Killua to be there as well, but, when I evaluated it in my brain, not as much as Gon and I.

Does that mean I had become part of Gon and Killua's friendship?

I pondered on this and started talking to Gon. About everything really, since I didn't actually talk a lot to Gon.

Half-way there, to my utter disbelief, I was tired.

What the heck? I just sat around doing nothing all day, except cook breakfast, and I was tired? Not a good sign.

I interrupted the general conversation and told them I was going back, since I was tired.

Then I returned by myself back to the house, up the stairs (I left the wheelchair), back into my room, crashed into my bed and slept.

In the yellow-skied dimension, Jeb wasn't there again. So I started poring over the two huge mountain books and started memorising it.

It was tiring though, so I slept.

And dreamt for the first time that I came here.

Ahaha! So what would Wind dream about?

Hehehe... (evil cackle) Anyway, REVIEW PEOPLE! I love all of them!

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