A/N: You guys are all awesome! Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed so far! All requests for fan girls will be fulfilled, if not in this one, then in a chapter in the near future – I promise! Oh, and apologies, I know this isn't a real math formula, but I needed something long and I didn't feel like looking one up in my textbook… Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 3: You Can't Run Forever

Bastion didn't know how long he had been running for; he'd given up on keeping track of time ages ago. Behind him his fan girls were on the brink of exhaustion but determination drove them on. Determination, however, can only go so far; they'd have to stop soon – with or without Bastion. Finally, in desperation, Noire stopped and screamed at the top of her lungs,

"2E pi squared to the power of CXZ cubed multiplied by the root of 13Y to the sixth equals BAC sinX to the fourth divided by cosW to the eighth!!!"

Bastion stopped mid stride as his powerful calculator style brain computed the accuracy of this statement.

"No it wouldn't be," he said turning around and going into lecture mode. "That would only be true if the root of 13Y to the sixth was equivalent to- AAAH!!!" The fan girls, taking advantage of Bastion's stationary position, tackled him before he had the chance to try and run again.

Several minutes later from almost anywhere on the campus Noire could be heard yelling,

"HIS BLAZER!!! I'VE GOT HIS BLAZER!!! IT'S FINALLY MINE!!!"

(approximately half a mile off the coast of Academy Island on Aster Phoenix's yacht)

Aster leaned on the railing and stared out over the calm and quiet ocean as a slight breeze blew his silver gray hair gently against his face. There were definitely some advantages to living on a boat while he was staying at Duel Academy. At the moment, the most noticeable of which being his distinct advantage in being able to avoid the invading fan girls. He'd dealt with a number of fan girls during his pro league dueling career thus far and had discovered fairly early on that water was one of the greatest deterrents of the common fan girl. Besides, if he really wanted to visit the Island for some reason, he could always use the Jet Ski he kept on board.

Unfortunately for Aster what he hadn't yet realized was that these were not common fan girls. These were the type of girls who built and lived in shrines to their celebrity crushes and would fight to the death over a pair of socks that that person had once owned. These were of the dangerously obsessive and determined variety of fan girl and a measly half a mile of ocean and deadly rip tides wasn't nearly enough to put them off.

Aster continued to stare out over the ocean, blissfully unaware of the conversation or the activity that was going on in the water under his yacht at that very moment. If one had been tuned to the right radio frequency at that moment this is what they would have heard:

Static.

"This is Star One to Star Leader, Lydia, do you read me? Over."

"I read you loud and clear Star One. What is your position? Over."

"My unit is in position at the prow, Star Leader. Over."

"Good job, Star One. Hold your position. Over."

"I copy that, Star Leader. Over."

Another brief burst of static.

"This is Star Leader to Star Two. Are you in position? Over."

"This is Star Two. We're in position, Lydia… I mean, Star Leader. Over."

"I copy that, Star Two. Continue to hold your position until the signal. Over."

"Right you are. Holding position as ordered, Lyd- Star Leader."

Burst of static.

"This is Star Leader to Star Units Three and Four. Where the heck are you guys? Over."

"This is Star Three. We had a slight problem with the raft but we're in position now. Over."

"This is Star Four. We had a double equipment malfunction early on and Jennie had to head back to shore. She'll be waiting for us on the pier when we get back. Over."

"This is Star Leader to Star Four. Have you figured out how to cover for your losses? Over."

"Yes, Star Leader. We didn't actually need her with us in the first place and its just as well she went back. Over."

"I copy that, Star Four. This is Star Leader to all units. Call in and confirm your position."

"This is Star One, standing by."

"This is Star Two, standing by."

"This is Star Three standing by."

"This is Star Four, standing by."

"This is Star Leader to all units. Commence operation Shooting Star!"

If Aster or his small crew had been paying any attention, they might have noticed the commando of fan girls wearing camouflage wet suits using suction cup gloves to climbing up the sides of the boat James Bonds style – or maybe it was Mission Impossible style; it was hard to tell. However, nobody was paying attention so none of the boat's occupants ever saw them coming. Except for Aster, who caught a brief glimpse of a redheaded girl before he was knocked out cold. The entire crew was unconscious, gagged and bound within a matter of moments and Aster had been taken below deck to his room and been put to bed and now had five guards watching him in case he woke up and tried to escape. Well, they were supposed to be guarding him, but in actuality, they were sitting and drooling at him and having strange fan girl fantasies.

Above deck, Star Leader – better known to the rest of the world outside of her commando as Lydia – surveyed the yacht and grinned. Beginning to strip off her wet suit she called over her shoulder to the girl who was busily inspecting the yacht's steering mechanisms,

"Alright, good work everybody! Operation Shooting Star is a success! Now let's get this boat turned around and head back to Academy Island!" The fan girl at the controls gave her a thumbs up and revved the engine.

(back on the Island, in the vicinity of the Obelisk Blue Dorm)

Sartorius strolled leisurely along one of the many foot paths which crisscrossed the woods of Duel Academy Island admiring the scenery. There were a few advantages to having been taken over for a while by a super villain energy force determined to take over the world and turn all of earth's people into mindless slaves – it just about eliminated the possibility of having insane fan girls chasing you around all the time. It was wonderfully quiet, out here in the woods, so peaceful. He'd never thought he'd be so glad just to have his own body again.

As he rounded a bend in the path Sartorius paused hearing running footsteps crunching towards him. He turned around and came face to face with a girl with short brunette hair, sparkling blue eyes, and glasses standing in front of him wearing all white. Her face lit up as she looked at him.

"Master Sartorius!" she exclaimed dropping to one knee and bowing her head respectfully.

"I beg your pardon?" asked Sartorius in confusion. Was he supposed to know who this girl was?

"Master Sartorius, I am Kittuna and I have traveled far to finally be able to meet you!" Her face gleamed as she said this, her already sparkling blue eyes taking on the appearance of cut and polished sapphires. The former fortune teller began to slowly back away.

"Well it was very nice meeting you, too. Now if you'll just excuse me I must be going!" He turned and began to walk hurriedly away. Kittuna got up and ran after him.

"No, wait, Master! I have come to join your Society of Light! It has been my only goal ever since I heard about you to see the Light and come and join the Society! I even made my own uniform!"

Sartorius had started to run by now to prevent the fan girl from catching up with him.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kittuna, but you must understand that I am no longer involved in this Society of Light!"

"Oh, I get it! You're trying to test my loyalty, right? Want to make sure that I'll be a truly dedicated member! I'll do anything you ask me to! Anything at all!"

"Please leave me alone!" cried poor Sartorius desperately.

"Except that!"

(somewhere deep in the woods on the Island in one of the many hidden fan girl bases)

A large group of fan girls sat in a circle. One of them had a large pair of scissors and was cutting pairs of black pants into long black strips and handing them to the other girls who tied the strips around their heads like headbands. In the center of the circle, three girls were conversing; one of them was wearing Chazz's black coat and another was holding a long pole upright. The pole had been stuck through the sleeves of Chazz's old Obelisk Blue jacket and then been secured by bits of string to stop the jacket from falling off, making a sort of dark blue flag with hits of white.

"What I'm saying, Hannah is that we should destroy it!" finished the fan girl who was holding the jacket/flag.

"I completely agree, Holly, but how? I mean, we can't just bury that much evil or throw it in the sea!"

"Oh! I know! I know!" cried the girl wearing Chazz's black jacket, bouncing up and down with excitement raising one hand. Holly raised an eyebrow at her,

"Yes, Jess?"

"We could burn it!!!"

Holly sighed,

"Jess, has anyone ever told you that you're a pyromaniac?"

"Uh huh!" Jess nodded, still bouncing up and down. "But you've gotta admit," she added, in a slightly calmer voice, "burning it would be rather appropriate."

All three girls stared down thoughtfully at the bundle of white clothes that had been Chazz's uniform during his time in the Society of Light. Coming to a decision, Holly clapped her hands together to get everybody's attention she announced,

"Alright, girls! Let's get cracking! We're gonna have a bon fire!"

"Yeah!"

"And somebody tie Jess to a tree or something so she doesn't end up setting the entire Island on fire!"

"Ah, come on!"

(down on the beach)

Atticus walked along the beach just above the edge of the tide line, enjoying the feeling of the warm sand between his toes. The waves today were perfect for surfing and when he got tired of that he could Jet Ski! The world was full of possibilities! As he walked into the edge of the surf he heard someone nervously clear their throat behind him.

He turned around to see a thin girl with blonde brown hair staring fixedly at her toes.

"Oh hi! I didn't see you there!" he said cheerfully. The girl's face turned a deep shade of crimson. She smiled slightly still looking uneasy.

"Um, hi. I'm Shirley."

"Nice to meet to meet you, Shirley. I'm Atticus!"

"I- I know."

"Really? Oh, uh…" Suddenly the air was split by the squealing of excited fan girls as they rushed onto the beach. Atticus turned and waved at them, grinning, "Hello, ladies! Calm down, there's enough of me for everyone to share!"

"ATTICUS!!!" they screamed not slowing down one bit and charging into Atticus. Now all that could be seen of Atticus was one arm sticking out over the huddle of fan girls and if one listened very carefully they might have been able to hear faint and muffled cries of:

"Help! Help! I can't breathe down here!!!"

(the Slifer Red Dorm, Alexis's dorm room)

Alexis sat at her desk grinning to herself as she studied. She really shouldn't be enjoying watching her friends running around shirtless as hoards of crazy fan girls chased them all over the Island. But, hey, she was a teenaged girl after all. It wasn't against the law to enjoy the view; hormones had a tendency to make strange sights enjoyable!

With a sigh she closed the textbook she'd been using as she heard someone knock on her door. Probably Jaden or Chazz or Hassleberry seeking refuge from the fan girls in her room. Another of the upsides of this whole ordeal was that with girls chasing guys all over the Island, the regular Duel Academy boys had stopped chasing Alexis – at least for now. It was a really change.

Alexis pulled open her door to reveal a boy she had never seen before. He had sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and glasses and was holding a bouquet of red roses.

"Hi, Alexis. I'm Brandon and I-" Alexis slammed the door in his face. Then again, some things never changed.

(the faculty offices near the main dueling arena)

Dr. Crowler sprinted down the hall towards the Chancellor's office. He'd finally managed to temporarily lose the fan guy and this might be his only chance he got to tell the Chancellor his idea.

The Chancellor looked up from the paperwork on his desk as Crowler staggered in and managed to gasp out,

"Little Belowski!"

Looking extremely confused Chancellor Sheppard ask,

"What?"

"Little Belowski!" Crowler repeated, "Use Little Belowski to get rid of the fan girls!"

"Oh! That's a good idea!" Just then the Chancellor's office door burst open as Dr. Crowler's fan guy ran in.

"Villian, my love! I've found you!"

"GAAAAH!!!" Crowler sprinted out of the other door out of Sheppard's office with the fan guy close on his heels.

Sheppard raised an eyebrow as he watched them go.

A/N: Yes, Villian really is Crowler's first name. Who knew? Anyway, remember – if you want to name a fan girl and who she's after, just drop me a line and it'll go in the story. You can have her after any character you desire, even if I've already used them once because they will be used again in future chapters! Thanks for reading!