A/N: And here we have chapter 13. And no, there is still no fighting…the beginning is taking longer than I had originally planned. But I believe it is progressing nicely…we'll get to the tournament soon…so anyways, Enjoy!

The next morning, it was like nothing was different… for most of the girls. Izzy was up early making breakfast. Akira was walking aimlessly through the living room. Hikaru was in the bathroom. Amaya was soundly asleep in the room she and Seiko shared. And Raya was sitting at… wait, no. No she wasn't. Actually, no one actually knew where she was at the moment. But everyone had a good idea.

This was the reason they were all crowded around the outside of her bedroom door…for the second day in a row. They tensed as Izzabelle grasped the door handle. She slowly turned it and pushed the door open. The group just stared. This was bad. This was very bad. This was worse than yesterday. And they weren't sure that they wanted her to know that they had seen it… Wow. This was a first.

Raya and Kurama were both still asleep. Her head was on his shoulder and his arm around her back keeping her there. Their legs were intertwined. The comforter was on the floor and the sheet was only covering them from their waists to the tops of their thighs. They looked only slightly worse than they had the morning before…except for the fact that they didn't appear to be wearing any clothes. Yeah, this was weird. And not in a good way.

It only took a few moments for them all to reach a mutual agreement on what to do. So Izzy calmly shut the door, and they all went back down stairs.

"That was bad." Akira was the first to speak.

"Yeah." Hikaru added.

"That was bad even for Raya." Amaya shook her head.

"So, this isn't normal then?" Yusuke looked at the girls.

"Not exactly." Athren qualified.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Izzy picked up where Athren left off, "It is common knowledge that Rayanna has little, if any, shame for anything she does. But, she does, or at least did, still have some amount of decency left. So yes, we are surprised that our sister is acting like a whore." With that being said, Izzabelle sat down at the table and adopted the same pose her sisters had already taken: arms crossed on the table, and her head on top of them.

Upstairs, however, things had quite a different tone.

"So, I'm guessing that it worked?"Kurama asked as he sat up a stretched.

"I think so." Rayanna sat as well, "I think that we may finally cured my family of the habit of barging in unannounced." She turned to look at her bed mate. His hair was still kind of messed up from the way she had positioned it, and his boxers had begun to migrate back down into their normal position. 'He really does look amazing' she thought silently. She quickly decided to speak, so she didn't have time to truly delve into her fantasy world. "My only regret is that it took them so long to come looking for us. I mean, if I had known we would be lying like that for an hour, I would have waited before I moved us." 'Not that I minded.' She added to herself.

"Yeah, I suppose it's a good thing that you just happened to have just the right outfit just 'lying around' then." He teased as he looked her over. She had on short shorts, and a small halter top sleep shirt, the kind where the only fabric on the back are two tiny 

ties: one around the neck and one around the middle of the back. The base color was the exact shade of her skin, but if you saw the front, you could see a small flowered pattern on the bottom. He liked it on her. Actually, he liked anything on her, but still, this was exceptionally nice. He decided it best to pull himself out of his thought before she asked about them, no sure if he could lie convincingly. "So, shall we go down stairs?"

"Okay, but we need to change first. I don't want them getting any ideas." She smirked as she slid gracefully off the bed. He followed suit, but headed into the closet to change. Moments later, they were both in pants and tee shirts, hoping to look like nothing ever happened. But, just for good measure, Raya made sure to blush on her way down the stairs.

"Good morning!" she called as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. Everyone jumped at the unexpected voice. Then they all just stared silently. Raya pretended not to notice. "Yay! You made muffins! Thank you Izzy!" she hugged her sister, pretending not to notice the slight cringe from the touch 'Wow! It really did work! And better than I had planned' Raya released her sister and went to grab the basket of muffins and set them on the table.

"What? No coffee?" Athren teased, trying to make the morning seem normal.

"No, not this morning." Raya smiled at him. "Don't need it. I'm just…high on life." She squeezed Kurama's hand as they sat. The dining room fell silent again.

The rest of breakfast went silently. After breakfast, it was time for training. Well, sort of, at least. Not all of the team members were prepared for fighting, not that it mattered to Raya any. Nope, it was decided that fighting with a hangover was a close simulation to some of the fighting conditions that they might face for real. So they fought. And the girls watched. And it seemed almost normal. But just almost.

It was very apparent that Rayanna was currently being ostracized by her sisters. They did not come within arm's length of her, even when speaking to her. It was quite funny, actually. Not that anyone else could tell that. They were still convinced that they had walked in on something. And that Raya still didn't know that they had seen it.

Soon, the girls had joined the boys in training. They had all split up into pairs and were sparing randomly. All except for Raya, that is. She was still watching. Soon, Kurama walked over to her.

"Are you okay?" He put his arm around her shoulder. To keep up the charade. He thought, attempting to rationalize his own actions.

"Fine. Just watching to see how it's going." She leaned into his side. Just to make it believable. She reminded herself, trying not to get emotions uselessly tied to a false relationship.

"So, do you think they bought it?" he looked down, brushing a strand of hair off of her face, causing her to blush. "For the long run, I mean."

"Oh." She attempted to form coherent sentences, "Maybe." She wriggled out from underneath his arm, so that she was facing him. She then moved closer, so that only he could hear. "But only if we keep this up." She closed the distance, kissing his cheek before taking his hand and leading him to the house. As she closed the door, they were both completely aware of the nine pairs of eyes watching them.

A/N: And here is the end. Well, not the end end, but the end for now! Will update soon! Byez!