Madoka's pov:

The green one glanced over at us. She was still glaring. I guess the green dude just had that effect on her.

"Hey," broke in the blue one. The one called "Bubbles"? "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we're fine. But who were those guys?"

The green one snorted. "Oh, those idiots? Those are the worst gangsters you'll ever meet. But they think they're so great. It's pathetic, really."

The red on cleared her throat. "That's nice, Buttercup, but I don't think that's what she meant."

Buttercup rolled her eyes at the other girl. "I know, but that's how I'm going to answer."

Bubbles took a step towards us, and broke in, "What they both meant to say is that the guys you met were the Gangrene Gang. The one that your green dude spat with was the leader, Ace."

"HEY, who you calling her's?! I'm my own person!"

Buttercup snorted. "What, did your mommy tell you that?"

"Our green dude" glared at her. "No way! You're lost."

Bubbles shook her head, obviously very confused. "Nuh uh, we're in Townsville."

Both the green and the red one did a face-palm. "That's not what I meant!" snapped a very peeved Kyoya.

"Are you confused? You asked, so I told," Bubbles informed, the realization never coming to her.

This time, we face-palmed. All of us.

Kyoya's pov:

We were now in the weird girls' kitchen. They had asked us if we had a place to stay. Stupid Gingka told them, of course, "No," so there we were!

I was still glaring at the black haired chick. She was really peeving me off. She talked tough, but I wonder if she'd be like that if she wasn't a hero.

"You have a big mouth, you know that," I informed her casually.

She rolled her eyes and snorted. "Yeah, I do, but I don't really care what you think about that," and paused for the effect, then added, "Plus, you act like a kitten, while you plead lion."

"WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me! Talk about false pretenses."

The girl actually rolled her eyes at me. "What pretenses? I haven't lied to you."

I could tell the others wanted to break in, but they also knew that wouldn't be a good idea. And besides, I was really looking forward to beating this little shrimp that thought herself a lobster.

"You say that you're a hero, that you all are, but yet, I don't quite believe you."

Buttercup, again, for the millionth time, rolled her eyes. "Shut up, will you? Your voice is cork-screwing right through the headache you already gave me."

I was furious. "That's a filthy lie, you little brat!"

She wiggled her fingers at me in a weird, spooky way. "OOOO, 'brat'? I've never been called that before..." The darned brat was being sarcastic! But I knew she wasn't done yet. "And 'little'? No, not at all...never."