"… So, now do you understand why it's so important for us to hide?" Daisuke had finished telling their tale to Francesca, who stared at them with horror at their rather suicidal antics.

"No wonder she's hunting you two down! Get out of here!" she cried with terror, not wanting to get involved.

"Please let us hide here, she won't suspect this place or otherwise she would've look here already." Ryou begged, giving her puppy-dog eyes.

"Aww… that's so cute!" she squealed before sighing, "Fine, but keep quiet, I'm practising for my drum exam."

The two nodded before taking two chairs and sitting on them, one either side of Francesca, who looked at one, then the other before shrugging and resuming her drum practice.

Meanwhile, Daisuke was covering his mouth as Ryou started to dance… That's right, you heard correctly… DANCE!!!

Francesca turned her head slightly, so that she could look out of a corner of her eye at what Daisuke had seemed to find so funny. However, she continued to play on and much to her amazement, Ryou's dancing… was actually helping!

"Wow," She had stopped playing and fully turned to face the white-haired one, "You're a great dancer!"

"Oh…" he turned around himself and sweat dropped as he blushed with embarrassment. He had completely forgotten that they were there.

Daisuke nodded, "Francesca's right, you're really good."

"Thank you," was all that the limey could say before the door slammed open.

"There you are!"

"No, she couldn't have!"

"She must've!"

"AHH!!!"

And with that, the couple of boys had grabbed each other, screaming as Francesca hid behind the drum kit.

Let's just say, that Maria had a few reinforcements and that the next few scenes are not suitable for me to type about and could leave anyone under thirteen, mentally scarred for life.

Thus, here's the aftermath, so that I could leave it to your own imagination on what ever the punishment may have been…

"Hey, Gaurdio! A little help!"

"Sorry, I'd rather live." The dragon-tailed one blinked up at them before turning to run as fast as his little legs could carry him. They watched as the small figure disappeared around the corner.

"It's going to be a long night, isn't it?" Ryou sighed.

"Eee yeah." Daisuke muttered under his breath as the two artists were left there, tied firmly to the highest tree branch, with remains of paint filled water bombs either scattered around them or on them.

I suppose they have then learned a very valuable lesson… Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.