Wow, I had absolutely no time to write this month...So that's why this update was so late. And I'm completely forgetting the characters of everyone due to Tales of Abyss. Ah well. One day I'll replay this. So sorry if this seems pretty rushed...

Oh, and thanks to all reviewers! I'll reply to them as soon as I post the next one..

Stalk Raine! Stalk Raine!

"Don't worry Martel, you'll be back soon...hahaha!" Mithos triumphantly gazed at his creation. Just a little bit longer and he'd have the Chosen. Right after that beautiful elaborate set-up with that Tethe'allan Chosen betraying Lloyd and Henchmen. Oh how Mithos loved drama!

"Kekeke," laughed a voice from a distance, though less enthusiastic than Mithos. Clementine soon appeared looking entirely disheveled. Her hair stuck out in random places and her eyes looked all droopy. There were black circles under her eyes.

Mithos stared at her for a second, and then decided he didn't really care.

Clementine snapped out of her tiredness and rushed over to the hunk of machinery. Hey let's give it a name! The Great Machine That Transfers Martel's Soul From The Great Seed To The Chosen of Sylvarant's Body Otherwise Known as Colette Brunel.

...YEAH!

"Oh what's this, what's this? Looks like some sinister device that transfers souls into protogonists' bodies! Is Clementine right?" asked Clementine excitedly, while putting her hair in pig tails again (she had taken them off in the middle of the night because she thought she'd get some sleep, and it's more comfortable without them).

"Sinister?" repeated Mithos, slightly offended. "This machine will revolutionize the world! My sister will finally be back with this blessed creation! It is anything but sinister!"

"Clementine will definitely write the best selling history textbook ever," muttered Clementine to herself. As soon as she was done with the pig tails, she grabbed the fountain pen and ink that she forced Mithos to use and was feverishly writing on her hand to keep the quote. "When will Martel come back? Clementine wants to ask her historically based questions!"

"Soon, very soon! Haha...hahaha...HAHAHAHA!" Obviously Mithos is swept up in his plan! MWEE HEE HEE!

"KEKEKEKE! My textbook will be the best in the WORLD!" laughed along Clementine.

"HAHA---argh!" Mithos bent over in pain suddenly. "How could Lloyd have injured me so much...?"

Clementine was somewhat surprised, but not entirely. Maybe she had some experience in this kind of injury before? At any rate, she concentrated like before. "Ready...set...KABOOM! Better?"

Mithos' breathing evened out as a healing energy literally exploded inside him. Images of Lloyd's dirty four-on-one flooded his mind, and he grew angrier by the second. "I'll get my revenge..."

Mithos stood up, and he was about to leave the room when Clementine popped up in front of him. "Wait, wait! Clementine thinks you should rest first."

"Out of my way," said Mithos, rather rudely to someone who just healed him. HAHA, what an awesome guy!

(And that's not even sarcasm!)

Clementine shook her head. "That was an intense injury, you know? Even if you don't want to rest, Clementine can use her Stamina Special which'll be the same as sleeping for a day. Then you'll be as good as new, see?"

"Alright then. Stamina Special it is," stated Mithos.

Clementine grinned, and grabbed Mithos' hand. "Let's see...POW! CRAAASH!"

When Clementine let go, it kind of looked like the dark circles under her eyes deepened, and she was pale too. In brief: she was pretty drained. Not like she wore an exsphere or anything!

"That was...surprisingly refreshing," commented Mithos. "...Thank--"

Clementine interrupted with a loud yawn. "Want to go to sleep, don't you? All those artifacts in the castle, so, so cool! Felt like a museum! More than the Black Market! One place Clementine didn't check--KEKEKE!" She shot out of the room, though Mithos noticed a small stagger.

He shook his head, then decided that maybe he shouldn't blow his cover to Lloyd just yet. That would be too hasty. He walked to a different room and contacted Forcystus.

"Lord Yggdrasil? Need anything?" asked Forcystus.

"Yeah. Open one of the prisoners' cells," said Mithos, in his adult form.

Forcystus looked at him suspiciously. "One of those moods?"

"Don't give me that 'Holier than thou' attitude. You do it too," accused Mithos. "Besides, it enhances the exspheres."

"No it doesn't," pointed out Forcystus. "The exspheres are always premature."

"Are you questioning me?" asked Mithos dangerously.

"...No, Lord Yggdrasil. How long till I should order the chase?"

"Hmm. Give them a minute headstart, so that it's a quick show. And make sure you connect the security cameras so that I can see this too," ordered Mithos.

"Alright. Fullest cell?"

"Fullest cell."

Mithos smiled to himself. He'd go down there and kill them himself, but he didn't want blood on his clothes before he'd see Genis and the others. It was almost time to get back. Soon, Mithos heard the screams of humans and watched the blood spray everywhere as the prisoners who tried to escape met their demise. And well, they always rose to the bait. As soon as the coast was clear, they'd always try to leave. Works every time..

"HAHAHA! That was relaxing," said Mithos to Forcystus when it was over. "Humans are so predictable."

"Glad I could help," said Forcystus with an understanding nod. They closed the connection.

According to his mental watch, it was time to head back to Altessa's house. Mithos considered leaving Clementine here, but it would be suspicious to Genis and the rest of she wasn't there. He supposed he should look for her, and maybe that's a good thing because she'd study everything till she fainted of exhaustion.

Mithos turned back to his childish form and wandered around. He could have dispatched angels to look for Clementine, but we all know he didn't care that much. Instead, he drifted from room to room at a pretty slow pace and eventually made his way to the roof. Clementine was seated at the edge, her legs dangling in the purple-y sky. Her face was twisted into a pout, and she was holding Mithos' portrait like it was an anti-depressant.

"You shouldn't sit there if you're sleepy," pointed out Mithos.

"Clementine must be dreaming, but her portrait seems to be speaking!" exclaimed Clementine. "If only she could document that..."

"It's not the portrait. Turn around."

Clementine looked up.

Mithos sighed and sat next to her. When she still didn't notice, he waved a hand in front of her face.

"Oh! Mithos the Hero, when did you get here? Clementine greets you!" said Clementine loudly. "I'm sorry, portrait. You might have talked, but speaking to Mithos is more important than his picture! You will have to wait."

"Ridiculous. The portrait would only talk if it had an exsphere attached," stated Mithos.

"So, so the portrait is magical?" asked Clementine.

"No."

"Oh. Clementine's confused..." Clementine yawned, and her pout deepened. "So, so sad! The horror! The inhumanity! Sacrilege, blasphemy, oh it pains Clementine so!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Mithos, getting straight to the point. It couldn't possibly be about the portrait.

Clementine rolled up her tattered sleeves and showed her arms to Mithos. Ink was smeared all over both of them.

"...So?" said Mithos after a pause.

Clementine attempted to pose dramatically. "All the quotes and notes! Gone! Clementine's such a horrible historian! She doesn't know if she can do it all again from memory..."

Mithos laughed. "Your mind is pretty one-tracked. Do you need paper? You should've been able to find some in the castle. As for your notes, they were about me, weren't they? It's not like you won't see me in a while."

Clementine's eyes widened. "You mean...Clementine can stalk you for longer?"

"Yeah, whatever."

Clementine's pout did a 180...or something. Haha. Point is, now she's smiling! Wahoo! "So, so cool! So noble! Mithos the Hero is my ROLE-MODEL!"

"...Under one condition," said Mithos quietly.

"What, what? Clementine will do anything to keep stalking!" exclaimed Clementine.

"Whatever history you write...has to be biased and completely in my favor," said Mithos.

"'Course, 'course! Can Clementine write a biography too? Every significant person must have a biography!" said Clementine.

"That would be a very big book," said Mithos thoughtfully.

"Clementine's been researching Mithos' life for sometime now! Gotta be put into one big book or bunches of volumes. Then she'll get rich off the Black Market and she'll shape history! KEKE--" And in the middle of the laugh, Clementine's head dropped and she fell asleep. Wait, you say people can't just sleep in the middle of laughing? Well Clementine's DIFFERENT. So THERE.

Mithos used a mini Icicle spell to try to wake her up. "Clementine...?" But she slept like a rock. He sighed and teleported, and since the Icicle was an extension of mana, Clementine got teleported too. HAHA, what a stretch.

...And they ended up at Altessa's house! Tabatha took Clementine to a bed, and she woke up only two minutes before dinner.

But tonight was very suspicious indeed. When everyone went to eat dinner, Clementine passed Raine on her way out of the bedroom. She didn't know Raine, but she knew that she looked either preoccupied or tired!

"Clementine wishes you a good night! But are you worried about something?" asked Clementine.

"No, nothing in particular. I am just going to turn in early for the night," stated Raine. But this was a lie, you see. For Raine picked up paper that was lying near the bed where Clementine slept. You see, Clementine took some from the castle because Mithos made her. And then Raine proceeded on writing a note!

Raine thought no one was looking, but she was wrong. When she boarded her rheiard, there was a small tug on her coat.

"Can...can Clementine come too?" It was a quiet whisper, but Raine heard it. She hesitated, and then nodded. Clementine boarded the rheiard behind her, curious about this midnight stroll.

There was a light breeze blowing around them. For a while, Raine circled the rheiard, like she was zeroing in on a place. They landed at ruins...