"Finally!" Meteor said to herself as she watched Lord Vent's body turn into dust, then blown away by the winds. Only leaving a small box. Meteor walked over cautiously.

It was a wooden box. A small one, if she was going to be honestly. It had a lock on it but wasn't actually locked. It opened with a crisp pop. It was a unicorn charm, the one-

Everything around her squeezed. She felt her transformation weaver and screamed in pain.

Why does it hurt so much?

Her thoughts raced fast as lighting as she was suddenly outside Usagi's house. She opened the door, it was unlocked, as she tried her best to walk normally. Whatever had just made her come from Hawaii to Juban was making her wanting to vomit.

She spotted Tenshi in a corner. Tenshi winked at her before continue distracting the girls, giving Nessa time to hide her bruises and wounds from the previous fight.

Nessa quickly showered and put on a skirt overalls. After wrapping her wounds with bandages, she sat down on the desk, facing a mirror. Using makeup, she managed to cover most of her bruises. She checked one last time before going to the living room, where everyone sat, talking to themselves.

"Nessa! How long have you been back?" Usagi asked, quite alarmed. Izzy stood up and walked over to her.

"Yeah! Why don't you tell us what you brought today?" Izzy said, leading Nessa toward a chair, pinched Nessa's arm secretly, right on a bruise.

Nessa winced and sent dagger glares at Izzy. She knows, she must. Nessa thought as she sat down. It's always been like this, Nessa does something that she didn't tell anyone about, and five seconds later, Izzy figures it out.

"I brought this really cute dress because I thought I would need it! We do need to celebrate birthdays soon..." Nessa lied easily, looking at Holden, who blushed.

"Holden, didn't you say your birthday was May 5th?" Hinata said with a excited smile.

"Oh my gosh! That's in about a week!" Minako almost chirped. Nessa winked at him and nodded.

"That's have a party! I'll bake a cake!" Makoto said with a proud smile. Everyone nodded eagerly, the cats seem to be agreeing as well. Izzy noted with amusement. They barely know Holden and they are agreeing on celebrating his birthday already? Wooooow...

Mistress paced in front of her throne. Lord Vent obviously failed. Now she lost her Uranus. Alpha is barely suriving. Rocky is no good either. Octus and his ridiculous Octo creatures were destroyed by Meteor in seconds, it's a good thing he was just a henchmen that Lady Mer* sent out.

Her plan is falling apart. How did that Meteor brat get here anyways? She thought, annoyed.

What was her plan anyways? It's gotten so complicated that even she can't explain. Now though, she is running low on options. She knows for a fact that if she just let her minions continue what they were doing, they would all just get killed.

"Alpha," she summoned. Alpha appeared in the room, bowing to the Mistress as graceful as she can.

"Yes, your majesty?" Alpha replied, every inch of her burning body fricking hurts.

"New target. First names unknown. Their last names are Tenoh. A couple in their early 50s currently out at sea on a cruise. Dirty blonde hair for the woman and the man. Kill them," Mistress ordered, "Don't come back without their corpses in your hands."

"I understand, your majesty."

"Dear, you are going to get drunk if you drink one more glass of that wine of yours." Ichika* Tenoh said to her husband, Touma* Tenoh.

Touma chuckled as he sipped down the red wine anyways. Ichika slapped him on the arm playfully with a smile.

"I miss her." Touma said, suddenly solemn. Ichika's smile faltered, knowing completely who he meant.

"It was her choice to go against our wishes and to be a racer. She would've loved continuing our family business as a saleswoman." Ichika lied easily. Touma didn't say anything. They both know that Haruka would've hated the job. But they didn't expect to fight with Haruka to a point where she... disowned herself.

"You and I both know that that is a lie." Touma stated coldly. Suddenly, the party around them, celebrating the couple's retirememt, seemed lifeless, black and white, it took everything in Touma not to leave his own party. And took everything in Ichika, not to start yet another argument about how she had not been harsh on Haruka, Haruka was the one who wouldn't listen.

Nessa jostled awake on her bed. Quite alarmed from the vision she had just seen, she jumped out of bed and threw on the first thing she saw. Not even bothering with changing the blood-soaked bandages or her bruises, she quickly went down the stairs as quietly as possible and was about to open the door when a voice stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" The voice was in a unexpectingly worried tone. Nessa turned around, knowing that the short summer dress had not covered one bit of her injuries, other then the big bandage around her stomach. But the blood was starting to soak through the white summer dress, giving it a stain.

"Izzy," Nessa greeted with a sigh. She had completely forgotten the fact that Izzy knew about her injuries before. Izzy's eyes were surpringly soft as she walked toward Nessa. She looked at every one of Nessa's bruises, cuts, and wounds.

"Where?" the word came out barely a whisper. Nessa's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

"What?" Nessa replied, stunned. Out of all the things she thought Izzy would say, where was not one of them.

"Where are the targets? Who is it this time?" Izzy asked. Nessa bit her lips, deciding if she should tell her or not. Angel's voice popped in both their heads, throwing Izzy off guard momentarily.

Ichika and Touma Tenoh. On a cruise near the Bahamas. Careful. Do not tell anyone else. You can teleport out of there anytime you need to once the mission is finished.

Before Izzy or Nessa can respond, both of them transformed without saying any words and arrived at the corner of what looks to be a retirement party.

They spring right into action as they saw the first dagger of knife hit the server standing right next to a dirty blonde couple.

Mer is Sea in French

Ichika is (literally translated to) number one cold in Japanese

Touma is (again, literally translated to) one thousand swords

Warning: These are all according to a website I found. Many of these names can be translated in different ways on Google Translate, so just because I say this name means this, doesn't mean it only means this!*