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"You have to relax," Naru scolded her.

"I AM RELAXED!" Koemi shouted as a lamp flew past her head.

"Imagine putting all of this down," Gene offered.

"Yeah, because I imagined it all floating." She scowled.

Gene turned to Naru. "She's a lot stronger than we assumed," he smiled.

"Too bad she won't relax," Naru pointedly looked at her again.

There was a knock at the door and Luella, their mother, entered. "I was— Oh my." She said, seeing the frustrated girl and the boys. "Should I get Lin?"

"Probably," Gene nodded.

"Take deep breaths and try to resolve the conflict that's making you so mad," Naru tried.

Koemi glared at him darkly. "I could, but that would be murder." Her hair loosely twirled around her shoulders.

Oliver turned to his brother. "Could you go make sure we have the supplies for Mr. Edmundton, Gene?"

Eugene looked between the two teens before nodding and exiting the room.

Oliver looked back to Koemi and narrowed his eyes. "Sit down." He ordered.

Koemi squinted, putting her hands on her hips and dodging a book.

In a quick motion, he wrapped his leg around hers and tripped her, pushing her to the ground.

Koemi let out a tiny gasp as the air was forced out of her. Her eyes stared up at Oliver with a dazed gleam.

"The way you talk will attract the wrong attention." He told her, pushing her arms down. "Considering you're power in this matter, I'd suggest that you could easily be taken advantage of in more ways than one."

Koemi blinked. "Get off of me before I make you wish you were dead," she snarled, lifting her head slightly to glare at him clearer.

Oliver checked his watch. "Go for it. We have time."

The girl breathed out slowly and tried to squirm away. It was to no avail. "You're fat," she snapped. "Like a baby."

He put his knees on her hands to keep her down, and crossed his arms. "Am I," he smirked triumphantly. "Or are you just weak?"

Koemi strained, trying to lift her legs up to kick him. "Once I get free I'm going to tear you apart," she hissed.

"Scary," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wouldn't suggest looking that far ahead, though."

Koemi bit her lip in thought, frowning. The objects in the room began to drop as her mind turned away from anger and began to strategize. "If I promise not to kill you will you let me go?" She questioned, trying to resist a glare.

"Yes," he said. Her eyes lit up, and his smirk grew. "If you weren't lying."

Koemi stilled and stared at him. Eyes locked, they glared at each other for a long time until she broke, turning her attention to the ceiling fan. "You disgust me, fetus face."

Koemi gritted her teeth, frustrated. Her face cleared. "Neh, why is that doppelganger following me?" She asked.

Oliver stood, dusting off his jeans as if she were dirt. She crawled onto the couch and stared at him as he answered. "It's possible that you're going to die, or you're going to experience an accident. It's impossible to tell. I'm surprised that you're still fine."

"Actually, I tend to get in trouble." She held her finger up in a matter-o-fact manner. "A lot, really."

"That much is apparent." He agreed, smirking.

Her eyebrows came together. "What?"

"Psychometry." He replied. "I saw several of your injuries. You broke your arm twice. Although, all I saw was you at the hospital. What happened?"

Eugene's entrance cut off her response, a bowl in his hand. "I called him. He said he'll look into it. I was thinking these would be good to nibble on."

Koemi gladly took a handful. "Open your mouth, Gene." She ordered.

The twins ignored her, setting about business. "Will we have time to perform tonight?" Oliver inquired.

"Probably not." Eugene flinched as a flurry of popcorn hit him in the back of the head. "Koemi, please—."

An indignant huff was brought about. "Open your mouth, Gene!" She repeated. "This is serious business."

Oliver took a handful and threw it at her. "Calm down."

Koemi glared at him, throwing the buttery kernels in his direction. "You calm down." She threw a kernel in the air and aimed to catch it in her mouth.

Oliver smoothly snatched it from the air and popped it in his mouth, smirking.

Koemi stood, keeping her temper under control. "I see how it is." She pulled her bag onto her lap and dug out a black candle. She lit it and let it burn.

Oliver and Eugene looked at her in bewilderment. "What are you doing?"

"I need a picture of Naru-kun." She answered brightly.

"Why?" Eugene asked innocently.

"I want to give him a present!" She beamed as Eugene began to move towards an album.

Oliver stopped him. "A curse, I assume."

"Three nights of Hell!" She smiled, brushing her light hair out of her face. "Lesions and pains of the flesh!"

Oliver shook his head and sighed. "It appears you'll have to stay overnight. A shame. I hate wasting my time so trivially."

Koemi opened her mouth to speak. "Absolutely not."

Eugene shrugged. "I'll call her brother."

"No! I'm sorry! I won't curse you with three nights! Just one! The effects will be completely gone in the morning!" She scrambled, reaching for the door.

Oliver stepped in front of her, catching her shoulders. "I can invite a few friends. You won't be completely alone."

"You're a liar," she hissed, pulling to hide beside Eugene. At Oliver's confusion, she explained. "There's no way someone like you has friends!"

Eugene put his hand to the mouthpiece and shook his head as Oliver whipped out his cell phone and clicked away. "Actually, Oliver is quite popular."

"You dragged your poor, innocent brother into this?" She demanded hotly. "Inexcusable!"

Oliver snapped his phone shut after a moment and looked up at her. "Martha and Rose have agreed to come. When I mentioned the word 'girls', David agreed almost immediately."

Eugene laughed, the warm sound dancing through the air. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Because he's a man whore." Oliver replied, smiling now.

Koemi frowned. "How do your parents feel about this?"

"Mom is in America and Dad already told us he was staying late." Eugene said.

"Which means he's spending the night at work, and won't be back until tomorrow." Oliver added. "Which also means you have no escape."

Koemi's mouth moved soundlessly as she considered her answer. "You can just throw your party and let me leave."

"We could, but that would mean you're free to curse me." Oliver shrugged. "And I prefer not being cursed."

She growled, storming out of the room. "You're a bloody egotistical narcissist!" She snarled, slamming the door. "I'm not even calling you Naru because of my accent any more! It's your narcissism!"

"If you leave we'll just track you down and bring you back," Oliver called at her.

Eugene's eyes were soft with his smile. "She's cute, isn't she?"

"Cute isn't the word that comes to mind." Oliver replied, running his fingers through his hair.

"I think there's more to her than anger." Eugene admitted. "I think she'll be more fun once she trusts us."

Oliver resisted snorting. "Trust? She doesn't trust anything."

"Then we'll give her something to trust." Eugene smiled.

The group of six was gathered around the bottle on the ground. David hung onto a furious Koemi. She clawed at his hands, but her efforts were like that of a kitten against a wildebeest. "I'm not even short!" She wailed. "I'm five foot six, damn you!"

David giggled in his rumbling voice. "I'm six foot five! That's almost a foot!"

Koemi roared but resigned her struggle. "When you said games I thought you meant Monopoly, or Clue."

The ginger at his shoulder narrowed her green eyes. "Are you daft?" She asked, her arm intertwined with Oliver's. "What are you, five?"

"Who are you?" Koemi defended herself, bristling as David's hand tried to score on her chest. She smacked him, the echo resounding satisfyingly around the comfy living room.

"I'm Martha." She snorted. "Who are you? Don't tell me David's girlfriend, because there's no way he'd settle for someone easy like you."

Koemi shook her head sadly. "Go home, rookie. Just go home."

Eugene and Rose watched with their innocent wide eyes as Oliver snickered.

"You never answered my question, whore." Martha snuffed.

"That's because I don't answer questions backed with stupid, false allegations." Koemi sighed. "Leave before I hurt you. You're too empty-minded to understand anything I try to say. That's what I like about Oliver. He understands my insults, and doesn't cry like the pansy he is. Right, fetus face?"

"You're split ends are making me gag." Martha stated as Oliver snickered.

David hugged Koemi. "Aww, Martha. Leave the poor girl alone. We aren't here to fight."

Koemi smiled. "The great thing about being an ex-priestess is that I can perform certain spells without any candles or tools."

Martha snorted. "What are you, some kind of witch?"

"With this knot I seal this hex, you will not sleep, you will not rest. Knots of anger knots of hate, discord brings you to your fate! I tie this second knot makes two, bringing darkness over yo—."

Oliver covered her mouth with his hand. "It's your turn first, Koemi." He said. "Spin the bottle."

Distracted, Koemi's brow furrowed as he removed the appendage. "What's the point of the game? What is it called? How do I win?"

"It's called Seven Minutes in Heaven." Rose chimed in, seated on Eugene's lap. "You spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on you have to go to Noll's bedroom and stay there with them for seven minutes."

"And do what?" Koemi's frown deepened.

Rose's face turned red. "Well, you know…"

Koemi's face softened. "You're adorable."

"Lesbo." Martha hissed.

Koemi began to struggle against David's prison of arms. "Let me go! I'm going to rip her soulless hair out!"

David sighed. "Just spin the bottle."

Pouting heavily, Koemi did as she was told. "This is such bogus." The clear bottle whistled slightly as it spun.

It slowed to a stop. Eugene smiled. "Looks like you got me!"

Koemi sighed as he led her to his twin's room. "Poor Rose. Sitting all alone."

Eugene sat on his brother's bed. "I like your hair today, Koemi-chan." He announced in Japanese.

"Ah… Thank you, I guess," a strand fell loose as she looked at her feet in humility. Unfortunately, her socks offered no advice.

Eugene tucked the lock behind her ear, blushing when Koemi's face turned bright pink. "I was wondering, do you want to hang out the day after tomorrow? I know you don't like my brother, but I'd like to be friends with you."

Koemi, in her attempt to appear strong, crossed her arms. "I'll think about it, yeah."

"Just as friends, ya know?" He scratched his head. "No pressure."

Koemi smiled slyly. "Meet me at Big Ben, then?"

"Sounds good to me," he grinned, closing his eyes.

The door burst open to see Martha. "You guys didn't do anything…" She muttered. "Boriiiing!"

Koemi shrugged, padding back out into the living room. "It's hard when a room stinks so strongly of fetus."

All but Oliver stared at her in a mix of bewilderment and something between fear or 'this girl is crazy'.

Before anyone else could spin the bottle, Koemi shared her insights. "I believe that we should either have slug races or play a game like Team Monopoly, or Spoons."

"Truth or dare." Martha challenged.

"We could Ouija Board," Rose volunteered quietly.

The proposition earned a dark look from Oliver, Koemi and Eugene. "That's extremely dangerous." Oliver stated.

Koemi changed the topic smoothly. "Strip Monopoly?"

Martha smiled. "I like the sound of that," she purred, rubbing her face against Oliver's shoulder. Koemi resisted gagging. "I'm on Noll's team!"

"Naru," Koemi repeated, "Can choose anyone he wants."

The twins raised their eyebrows at her.

Koemi huffed quietly. "If she keeps being so easy I'm going to puke," she hugged her arms defensively. Today she was wearing a light blue v-neck and white jeans.

"Let's switch things up, then." David rumbled. "Ro with Noll, Marty with Gene, and Koemi with me!"

Oliver and Martha responded with their own versions of, "That's not a full mix, though."

"But she's so cute," David ruffled her hair affectionately.

Koemi elbowed the miniature giant in the ribs. He chuckled, picking her up and swinging her around. She screeched, clutching his arm for dear life. "DAVIDDD!"

He set her down. "You're so huggable! I just want to put you in my closet and keep you there forever!"

"There won't be enough room if you stay in there…" She commented, straightening the hem of her shirt indignantly.

"Oooh," Martha snickered. "She has you there, Dave."

"That hurt," he said. "I need a huuuuug!" He scooped her up and crushed her against his chest.

"Why are you so big," she gasped, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Unnoticed, Oliver went off in search of said game. While the others awkwardly laughed at Koemi's struggles, he returned. "Found it."

"You actually have it?" Martha demanded, snickering.

"Monopoly," Koemi said, pushing against David. "Everybody owns it. Everybody plays it. Nobody likes it."

"Rules are," Martha set the game up. The others sat around it. "For however much you have to pay rent, you have to spend not wearing an article of clothing. For every time you pay rent, it has to be a different piece."

"So iaf I have to pay $14, then I have to take my shirt off for 14 minutes?" Koemi sked.

"Yep." Martha claimed her piece. "And I decided it won't be teams. It'll be more fun this way," she wiggled her eyebrows.

"I'm going to get a notebook and watch," Rose murmured. "To keep track of how much time each person has on each piece of clothes."

Koemi flinched. "This was just a random idea. I didn't seriously want to play."

"Too late," Martha sang.

Koemi chose her piece as thimble.

Due to highest number rolled, Oliver got to go first. He landed on a piece of land and bought it. The others went too, each buying land eagerly and without any strategy.

When Koemi's turn came, she rolled directly onto David's land.

He giggled. "The shirt comes off for six minutes!"

Koemi protested slightly, but pulled the light fabric up over the top of her head to reveal a white bra with blue polka dots. Lace adorned the back and ruffled the tops of the cups.

"Hardly something to expect form someone as aggressive as you," Oliver teased.

She scowled, crossing her arms in front of her uncomfortably. "I hate Monopoly."

Everyone rolled again and got more property. Koemi rolled and landed directly on Oliver's land. "That's thirty two dollars." He peered at the card and smirked up at her.

David guffawed, slapping his knee. "You suck at this!"

Koemi slid out of her pants and threw the jeans at him. "Shut it!"

He continued to snicker.

Martha raised her eyebrows when Koemi managed to land on her land. "That's twenty two dollars."

Koemi stared in mortification at the board. "I only just got my shirt back…"

"I'd almost say you're doing this on purpose," Martha said. "But you're luck is just that bad!"

"I know," Koemi sighed. "That's why I hate games of luck."

They whiled away the rest of the evening and fell asleep in designated-ish spots. Koemi was leaned up against David, who's head lolled on the couch. Oliver looked at her through one eye before he slipped into his slumber too. He snickered slightly at the scowl on her face. She's even angry when she's sleeping.

Koemi's eyebrow twitched as if she could feel his gaze. He closed his eyes, falling asleep with a smirk on his face.