I have been seriously distracted from writing this story. Must be Doofenshmirtz's new evil invention! Nooooo!

Phineas and Ferb is surprisingly addicting. Anyways, here's the next chapter. I like reviews. those are usually my motivation.

Enjoy~

Koemi woke with a start to feel several sets of eyes on her.

"She's awake now," Rose murmured.

David was wiggling femininely and giggling. "She's so cute~"

"Who the hell was she talking about?" Martha narrowed her eyes and covered her mouth with a hand, hiding a small smirk that promised gossip.

"Whom," Oliver corrected in a hushed voice.

The girl hyperventilated for a while, her eyes blindly searching each face as if they were complete strangers. After a minute of silence, her face snapped back into it's usual scowl. "What the hell do you all need?"

"You were talking in your sleep," Oliver straightened from his crouch and stepped towards the window. His arms were crossed behind his back in some sort of 'I'm so awesome you should all admire me' pose.

Koemi flinched as her hands touched her hair before jumping to her feet and rushing to the bathroom.

"What's the big deal with her?" Martha snorted, her face pale with sleepiness. It made her freckles stand out horridly.

Concerned, Eugene followed her and stood at the closed door. "Are you alright?" He rapped his knuckles gently against the smooth white wood.

The response was an inhuman screech. She kicked the door open to reveal her hair in a nest. "My hair looks like bird sex!" She wailed.

Eugene let out a surprised laugh, lurching forward to help her. "I've never heard that one before." His hands found a hairbrush in the left drawer and tenderly ran it through her mess of hair.

Koemi sniffled, clutching her head in an attempt to dull the pain. "It hurts," she hissed.

"Don't be a baby," Eugene drew the brush down again, feeling her try to pull away. He looked up from her hair to smile at her in the mirror. What he saw instead was Oliver, leaning against his bedroom doorway with his hands shoved in his pockets. The younger twin's eyes were glued to Koemi's scrunched face, a tiny smirk softening his face.

Eugene patted her head, continuing to brush out the ungodly tangles. "Good girl."

"I'm not a dog," she gnashed her teeth before sighing.

"You're my little pet," he giggled.

"Stop that! You are a pubescent male and you should not be making those noises!" She snatched the brush away from him and took over her own grooming.

"No fun," Eugene pouted, glowing.

"Why are you so nice?" Koemi scowled.

"Because I can't be mean to such cute girls," he grinned.

"You make me sound like a little girl in grade school." The scowl deepened.

Eugene just laughed, leaning against the wall and glancing back at his brother suspiciously.

Koemi stood under the big clock that London was so well known for. "I'm bringing sexy back," her phone announced from her pocket. "Them other boys don't know how to act…"

Koemi yelped and picked up her phone, hurriedly answering it without looking at the contact. "Hai?"

"My darling little Koemi!"

"D…David?" She frowned. "Why the hell do you have my number?"

"I played with your phone when you went to sleep last night," he answered, probably sheepishly scratching his head.

She paused and stared at the contact. There wasn't a contact picture, but the name was Sexy Beast. "Very funny."

"I thought so," he answered brightly.

"What do you want?" She sighed, shifting her weight impatiently. "I'm a bit—."

"I just wanted to hear your reaction," he giggled. "Bye!"

The line went dead and Koemi clenched her teeth, shoving her phone back into her pocket. Her closed eyes twitched until she reopened them to see Eugene. "Ah! Hey!"

Eugene smiled warmly. "You looked irritated."

"David called." She bluntly offered, deciding that was enough explanation.

Eugene laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. "You're kidding. When did he get it?"

Koemi narrowed her eyes slightly with a trace of suspicion. The glimmer went unnoticed by the other teen. "While I was sleeping."

"What'a player." He grinned, linking arms with her and beginning to walk.

"Where are we going?" She blinked.

"I was thinking we could go see a movie," he answered crisply as she stumbled to keep up.

"Movie? Which one?" Koemi couldn't push down the feeling that something was wrong. The ever-present cold rainy weather was still there, and everything was the same. What was off?

"Ghost Hunt," he beamed. "It's about a bunch of wannabe ghost hunters that get locked in a house that's really haunted, and they have to track down the source of it all."

"Ghost freak," she grinned cheekily at him.

"That hurts," he complained. "Right here," he smacked the chest of his green t-shirt with his hand.

"Don't be such a baby," she looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

Eugene stared at her with a cold, examining look before grinning. "We're here."

Koemi darted in front of him to stop him. Before Eugene protested or questioned her, she grabbed his cheeks and stretched them. "What's wrong with you today?"

"What are you talking about?" He slapped her hands away, rubbing his reddened cheeks sorely.

"Nothing," she strutted into the theater and bought both the tickets. "Let's go."

They found their way to Theater 13 and sat down in the surplus of seats. It was unusually empty, just the two of them.

Koemi shivered and drew her legs up to her chin.

"You cold?" Eugene asked, seemingly concerned about it.

"A bit," she answered. The lights in the small, butter-scented room flicked off, and the screen flickered and turned on.

Eugene smirked and wrapped an arm around her. Koemi glanced up at him with a scowl, but didn't complain.

As they walked back to the park, Eugene reflected back on the movie. "You seemed very frustrating when the apparition turned out to be a demon."

"That's because it wasn't one." Koemi trudged ungracefully through the sidewalk.

"What makes you think that?" Eugene urged.

"The fact that it was obviously just a…well I don't remember the name of it, but it's the poltergeist caused by the human." She twirled her hair around her finger. "It's the one with the humans and subconscious."

"I know what you're talking about." He sat down at a bench and stretched his legs.

He's Oliver, isn't he. She gnawed her lip in frustration. Where the hell is Eugene, then? Fetus face couldn't have honestly assumed I wouldn't be able to tell them apart, could he?

Naru dug out a coin from his pocket and showed it to her.

"Don't be ridiculous," she snickered, sitting beside him.

"You scared him away." He informed her, the coin disappearing.

She laughed with mild amusement. "How did you do that?"

Oliver pulled it out from behind his elbow. "I think she's pretty," the coin waved as it spoke, though Oliver's lips didn't move.

"Eh?" She blinked before chuckling. "That's sweet!"

"You should ask her out to dinner," the coin turned in the direction of Oliver.

"Really?" Blue-gray eyes met Koemi's own icy blue gaze.

The coin moved in a nod. "Yup."

Koemi blinked owlishly, not actually sure of what she was supposed to do.

"Say yes," the coin hissed urgently at her.

Koemi grinned. "Okay, fetus face. What time?"

Naru's eyes widened. He had been smiling just as much as Gene would. In a way, it was better that she knew it was him. Wouldn't have to tell her later.

"Tell her that you'll pick her up at five." The coin ordered.

"I'll pick you up at five." Naru repeated obediently.

Koemi smiled and stood. "Sounds good." This was I can trap him and make him tell me where he hid Eugene's murdered body... She clasped her hands together and walked away. He's walked right into the lion's den.