Lewis leaned against the tree trunk overlooking the baseball field contentedly. A light breeze picked up and ruffled his spiky blond hair. Someone swung from a branch above him and hung upside down so that their faces were together. Lewis grinned.
"Hey, Risa. How are you?" he asked. The redhead grinned.
"You should've seen the world's leaders' faces when we all went silver. France's mouth was so wide open I could've stuffed a pillow in there!" she giggled. Lewis grinned.
"I know. It was on national television. I can't believe the ruckus you guys caused," he said.
Nor I. You'd think that some of the world's leaders would be professional enough not to scream, run, throw a chair, or try to sic the secret service on you, Transeo commented dryly. Risa grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Yeeeaaaah, we probably could've been a little more tactful," she said.
Probably?
"Okay, okay, a lot more tactful. But the only thing that matters is that we're allowed free reign over here. Wish the religious freaks would stop making the sign of the cross when I go silver and pass them by, though," Risa said.
"You think you have it bad. Try having a bunch of third-worlders try'n to lynch you when the police isn't looking," another, slightly rougher, voice said from a branch higher than Risa's.
"Hi Justine."
"They tried to lynch you? I feel bad for them. Please tell me they walked away with their legs intact," Lewis said pleadingly. Justine rolled her eyes from the branches.
"I only broke a few fingers. Nothing too bad. The sheriff was laughing his-"
"Justine!"
"Okay, okay. He was laughing really hard when he saw the mob scurrying away like scared rabbits. Heh, maybe getting my magic to act like a ghost was too mean…" She grinned devilishly, not at all looking regretful.
That was hardly diplomatic, Transeo pointed out. Justine shrugged.
"I don't really care. They were the ones who had pitchforks and torches, not me."
Risa and Justine stiffened for a moment. Their spirit stones flashed and settled again.
"Our sisters, they need help," Risa murmured.
"What?" Lewis asked, straightening and watching his aunts intently. Justine's mouth was set in a grim line.
"They just sent out a message. Our home is under attack. We've got to go."
With that, both of the star warriors flashed out of view. Lewis stood up.
"Are they going to be okay?" he asked aloud.
You seem to forget that they are a lot older than they seem. They also have a good grasp on how to use their magic quickly. They can take care of themselves, Transeo said. Yet this disturbs me. Go home, Lewis. If they aren't back by tomorrow I suggest checking on the star warriors.
Lewis nodded, tightlipped.
Don't worry. They'll be fine, Transeo said reassuringly. Lewis relaxed slightly and started off towards his home. Silently, Transeo added, I hope.
A/N
I got this in sooner than I thought. I know it's rushed, that seems to be how it always is on my first few chapters of a story. Review please!
Disclaimer: I don't own MTR.