Eva's Pov

The girl shook as she retched and vomited, her body turning weak at each gag. She looked as she was finally able to breathe again if only temporarily as the sight of the greenish yellow sludge, stinking of garbage and fetus, dirty and lumpy looking like dung made her Wretch again. She wretched and wretched and wretched again, unable to stop her body from violently puking nonstop. Tears and sweat dripped down her face as her body would not stop, she felt herself grow weak as she tried yet again to stop. But again the sight of the growing waste coming out from her mouth. retching and retching. It felt like her suffering would never stop, but finally, it did. The puke had reached its peak as she felt herself grow weak. Her knees buckled as she fell to the floor looking at the vomit she had caused before her.

It was disgusting absolutely disgusting. She held herself as the memory of what Aikka did to her played in her mind. She tried not to sob, but again it was futile as the events of last night plagued her. The hurt would not stop, as the tears dripped down her cheeks. Why? Why would Aikka do that? Why? Why? WHY?! Her body was shaking as the events of last night would not leave her. Blood began to outline her skin as her nails dug through them. It hurt, it hurt. Even when he shot that arrow at the 4th race in Oban, she thought she could trust him, she still trusted him. But he had, he had... Why?! Why did he do that? Again she held herself carefully as she tried desperately to figure out why. Why was she always getting hurt? Why was she always betrayed by men she trusted? Why could she only get hurt? The thoughts plagued her mind as yet again she felt herself ready to vomit.

And vomit she did, this time to the bathroom floor. Man this made her sick, and to top it all of she had a feeling Jordan would be disgusted by this, and Don Wei would be disgusted by her. Heck, the whole Earth team would be disgusted by her for her antics, but most of all Don Wei. He'd probably think she was smoking weed or on drugs or something. He'd probably lecture her and call her disgusting names. And he would see the worst in her, but what hurt the most was that he always did see the worst in her. Right from when they discovered they had a stall away, her. That's all he saw her as. A burden. Not his daughter, never his daughter, he stopped caring all those years ago after all. From the moment her mother died in that crash. Then a more hurtful thought came to flood her mind and hurt her like crazy. Had her dad ever cared for her at all? Or was it just an act to impress her mom?

"Eva?! I mean Molly?"

There stood Don Wei, mouth agape. Eyes in shock and she could have sworn there was concerning his eyes, but it was probably just her imagination.

'Speak of the devil' She thought. Well, at least he remembered his daughter's name, even when he couldn't recognize her.

Don Wei's Pov

She hadn't said a word ever since she came back, her eyes were dead, and the way she walked. For some reason her whole demeanor worried Don Wei, Eva looked like all her light went out as if giving in to exhaustion at all the hurt she endured, and that was what worried Don Wei the most. The exhausted energy she gave off, it only told him one thing, something happened last night. So he decided to listen to investigate what had happened, but to no avail, she wasn't in her room. He sighed as he came to the bathroom, ready to take a long hot shower when he heard a wretching erupt. He slowly walked to the showers as he watched with shocked eyes at his daughter wretching rather violently.

The greenish substance excreted its way out of his daughter's mouth as she violently desperately tried to force it out. Her body was shaking violently and rather quickly as she tried to stop, he could see that she was desperately trying to stop but to no avail, the puke would not stop forcing it's way out of her at all. The greenish gue was beginning to form a sort of mountain, as Don Wei himself struggled to keep his disgust from erupting out of his mouth like it was to hers. Finally, she stopped and finally, he could take it no longer, he called out her name as his eyes flashed in utter worry. And what he saw filled him with utter dread and pain.

There stood his little girl, utterly broken. She was absolutely soaked as the dress clung to her body like a second skin, blood dripped from her skin as her nails were colored in it. Had she been cutting herself, had she been hurting herself? Then another dreadful thought came to him, had she been hurting herself all this time? but what was truthfully torture to look out were her eyes. Her beautiful red eyes, for they were filled with utter pain, defeat, and brokenness. She looked like a broken doll. A hurt doll and Don Wei wanted nothing more then to scoop up his little girl and comfort her. But that didn't seem to be the case, for us if to hurt him more, his little girl's eyes turned from hate to utter distrust as if preparing herself to have him see the worst in her. And that was when he felt utter hurt, not because of the distrust, ok a little bit on the distrust but also because that distrust was justified. After all, he had abandoned her, tried to forget about her and didn't even recognize her. He had even undermined her in every single way, and still, she had put up with it. But he had a feeling no more. He tried to speak to her but it seemed like she wouldn't let him as she gave him a curt "Sir" and was off, leaving him to wonder on his own what had happened.

But while he seemed to be sulking in self pity, Jordan seemed to just randomly walked by took one look at the puke and asked "What the hell is that?!" it was only then that Don Wei was awoken by his self pity.

"Excuse me?"

The shooter than pointed at the mountain of puke. "What the hell is that, it smeels disgusting and looks like.." There was silence for a few moments as Jordan then turned around again and gave the manager a sort of weird appraising look, as if afraid to ask him directly. "Sir did you by any chance?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?" Don Wei gave the youth a death glare, and that was the end of that conversation as Jordan shut his mouth rather quickly. To afraid to ask anymore questions. "Strange, the only other person to use the bathroom this morning other than you is molly..." Don Wei flinched at the mention of his daughter's psuedoname" As the youth kept mumbling on, totally oblivious to the attentions of the manager. "I wonder if she's on her period..." That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Why the hell are you thinking that?! You sick pervert!"

It was then the youth turned around in a flash at the managers voice and he turned around flushed in surprise. "Sir! You're still here? I mean I..."

Don Wei face palmed as he just mumbled to exhausted in having discovered such a pervert and that, that pervert slept in the same room as his daughter every night for this week... Shred a bathroom with her and... Only god know what else. And not to mention his little girl, still in deep pain from the looks of it. Hurting and.. And he unable to do anything about it. "Never mind, just get out of my sight, you sicko." and that was what the youth promptly did, too afraid to even argue with him, seeing as he was rather terrifying right now. And Don Wei simply took one good look at the vomit and sighed. He needed to get to the bottom of this, and soon.

Jordan's Pov

The young shooter, a bit of a muscle head but rather plain and awkward looking with a face full of freckles ran out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Now Jordan wasn't very bright, well he was smart enough to pass the prestigious military school with honors, but that was because of hard work, not because he was a genius. But just because he wasn't a genius didn't mean he couldn't see the obvious. And what was obvious right now, was that the old man Don Wei, well, he was rather hostile to him right now, and for some reason, Jordan couldn't really figure out why. Well it's not like he couldn't figure out the reason why. It was when ever he was being a pervert, or more specifically when he showed an interest in Molly... Come to think of it, Don Wei was only upset when he was being a pervert towards Molly, and it was obvious from the start that something was going on between the two. But what? Well Jordan had no idea about that. But he had his suspicions. Come to think of it, it was always obvious that something had been going on between the two, a sort of tension that outsiders could not breech to.

And Now Jordan couldn't help but feel suspicious. As a certain thought bothered him. From the start he knew Molly had been a stowaway, that had been obvious. But he didn't the reason why... And that was what worried him, not knowing the reason why. Well truthfully it didn't bother him before because he always assumed it had something to do with know a silly 15 year old bimbo who was all fangirl about a certain celebrity like Rick. Him being rather handsome, athletic. And who was he to kidding Rick was a total dream with many women falling for him. So it his first impression of Molly no matter how cruel, was that she was nothing more than some silly fangirl, going goo gaga over her favorite celebrity. But that changed quickly once he got to know her. But what if he was right on the celebrity bit, just not who? What if it was Don Wei she was interested in, and not, well not Rick.

Come to think of it, Molly's blush on their first win on Oban should have been a cause for concern. Considering that it was Don Wei she was blushing for. That should have been his first cause for concern wasn't it? Yes, yes it was. And it's not like physically he couldn't see why a female would be attracted to Don Wei. Actually he could see, rather clearly. Seeing as Don Wei, though old looking and lean, was quite handsome, rich and sophisticated, plus there were rumors of him being old money... All in all Don Wei was still quite a catch, much to Jordan's chagrin. And now he was acting different with Molly...

Had something happened between the two. Then a horrible thought came to him, what if Molly had been able to seduce Don Wei, and those two were. Oh my god he's old enough to be her father! As Jordan quite hurriedly and worrieldy ran around with that horrible perverted thought in his mind. What if Don Wei and Molly were... Romantically involved? The thought made him shudder, but it was possible...

And he had to admit a part of him had his suspicions, and Molly, Molly seemed to always want Don Wei's attentions. And now he was paying a lot of attention to her...

"But he's old enough to be her father!" He had no idea he just said that out loud in front of Stan and Koji.

Koji & Stan's POV

"I'm sorry, but what the hell are you talking about?" Koji asked, quite curiously only to be elbowed by Stan.

"Oww" what was that for?!"

"For putting us in this conversation!"

"Oh come on it can't be that bad."

"Come on Koji, he's hyperventilating, and something tells me this isn't exactly a conversation, I want to be in!"

"It's probably not that bad stan."

Jordan who was completely oblivious to the two mechanics previous conversation but now noticing they were listening to him, just laid out his worries. "What if Don Wei and Molly are..."

"Are what?"

"Are romantically involved!"

Koji then turned to Stan. "I'm sorry you we're right."

"I told you so, but now we're stuck in this conversation whether we like it or not! And we don't like it!"

And it was true, they didn't like it not one bit.

But Jordan was completely unaware of them as he went into monotone painting a clear picture, well not exactly clear but it was way to clear for Stan and Koji's likening as he forced the mental images on their mind, of a Don Wei and and Molly romantically making hot passionate love. Until they could no longer take it.

"Enough!" Koji cried, tears in his eyes. Not because of the possibility that Don was a pedophile, he had a feeling Don never thought of Molly in that way, nor did he cry because of the betrayal he felt from his 15 year female friend. He also had a feeling Molly never really thought of Don Wei in that light. He was crying because of the mental images he was forced to endure because of Jordan's monologue.

"Enough you sicko."

Jordan stopped and looked at them both incredulously.

"You're disgusting!" Stan added completely looking at Jordan in disgust.

"Excuse me? I'm disgusting? How can you say that when Don Wei and Molly are probably-"

"It's the fact that you can even think these things that are even more disturbing!" Stan and Koji said in unison, as they left a sputtering Jordan.

Koji shook his head. "Something's wrong with him."

"That's for sure."

"Probably not right in the head, that one." Both just nodded then sighed.

"There's a huge chance we'll have to hear him go on and on about his stupid paranoia unless we do something about it, isn't there."

"You got that right."

"Shall we go to Molly and practically beg her to put an end to Jordan's silly nonsense, or at the very least put an end to our misery if that doesn't work by banging our heads so many times we lose consciousness if Jordan talks about it again?"

"Better than having those mental images."

"That sicko, how could he think there's something going on with Molly and Don Wei. I mean don't get me wrong, Don Wei is a quite attractive and fairly handsome for a man his age but he's..."

"Old enough to be her father!" both said in unison."

"And he's not the type." Stan just nodded.

Both entered Molly and Jordan's rooms, and thankfully Jordan wasn't there. But neither was Molly, but just to be sure they checked her bed, nope, she wasn't there not at all.

Koji just bowed his head. "Why? why do we have to listen to Jordan spout that disgusting nonsense" As he unlike himself, pounded his hands on the hammock, and as Stan was ready to comfort his comrade who unfortunately was feeling rather, very down, for obvious reasons, he enspied Something fall down from the bed. It was a photo.

It was a photo of a young smiling little girl hugging a young smiling man, probably her father. But it was strange, as Stan picked it up and studied it, very strange, and the more he noticed it, the more familiar those two people where, heck those two people were familiar but he couldn't believe it. Because those two appeared to be the two people in the earth team who couldn't get long. The little girl with her short raven hair, rosy cheeks and pale skin resembled Molly who appeared to be more than 5 years old, the man with his raven hair and briilliamt smile handsome and joyful hugging the little girl back, looked like Don Wei in his late twenties.

Stan blinked again. "Uhh koji, I think you need to see this."

Koji looked up. "Why's that Stan?"

"Because what I'm looking at is really quite interesting, quite interesting to see."

Koji just stared at him blankly than shrugged and decided to take a look at the photograph, and what he saw made him blink twice.

"Isn't that Molly?"

"I'm thinking it is."

"And is that-" As Koji stared hard at the photograph trying to see if his eyes were fooling him, if had eaten something bad this morning. "Is that, Is that Don Wei?"

"I'm not really sure, I mean it looks exactly like him in his twenties, but he's smiling. And smiling in a good way, and not he's work smile, his cold smile that only cares about winning. I mean this guy looks nice and kind and Molly appears to be hugging him."

"Yeah that's got me too. It can't be him right?"

"Yeah you're right, I mean come on the guy is a robot."

"No he's not."

Stan looked at Koji incredulously as Koji in turn gave a goofy flustered type of smile. "I mean he can't be that bad, I'm sure he has a heart inside of him."

"Yeah a metallic heart."

"Stan..."

"No listen to me Koji, Don Wei is a heartless bastard that pushes this team to it's limits. I mean he's not cruel but he obviously has no soul."

"Yeah but who could this person in the photograph be?"

"Can't be Don Wei."

"Yeah but it looks exactly like him."

Stan was agreeing but a part of him found it hard to believe the man in the photo could be Don Wei seeing as the man was practically a robot. Finally fed up he decided to ask the manager himself.

"Come on let's go to Don Wei's room and ask him what the hell is going."

"You're taking the photo?"

"Yeah I mean, how else can we ask him."

"But isn't it rude?"

"Would you rather endure Jordan's messed up thoughts concerning Don Wei and Molly for possibly 9 more months, considering where at a rest period in the race?"

"I'm right behind you, let's go."