I know I said I will update more frequently this summer, but I've been going through a writer's block for the first time…so forgive me.

Also, thanks for all the reviews! I totally love 'em all.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! :L

Natalie POV

I returned from my meeting with the best fashion designer in the rain. Unfortunately, my new dress was ruined, forcing me to appoint another meeting to get another dress– an excellent excuse for me to leave this dreadful school! Luckily, my favorite clothes were perfect and dry in a waterproof bag inside my limo. As soon as I walked out of the vehicle, thunder roared and my hair was drenched. I screamed.

A pathetic servant came up to me holding a large umbrella and shielded me over the rain. I gave him a cold look and whacked (A/N: heh, I love that word) him with my purse. My mascara ran down my cheeks. "What is wrong with you? How dare you allow the rain ruin my makeup?"

I took out my mirror and my eyes widened instantaneously. I released another scream. He cringed and gave me no reply. "Speak!" The sky crackled.

"My apologies, Ms. Kabra. I ran here with an umbrella as soon as I could. Please forgive me." He lowered his head.

I snatched the umbrella from his hand and made a run quickly into my building, leaving him soaked in the rain.

Another servant who stood outside my door opened the entrance. Kellie was the most faithful servant in this school and she met my demands without me ordering anything. She saw my face and gasped.

"I know I look horrible, like a circus freak." She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and tapped it lightly on my face. I released a light sigh. "It is great to see you have come back from…wherever you were for the past few days."

"Thank you, Ms. Kabra. You are nowhere close to a circus freak! You look beautiful as always, but I suggest you take a bath quickly. You wouldn't want to wear that dress for too long, and I have already prepared the bathroom for you." Kellie gave me a soft smile and led me to the bathroom. Before she closed the door, she said, "Your brother had another servant come in looking for you earlier. She said Mr. Kabra needed you as soon as possible and that she was supposed to give you a one-word message. I have forgotten what it was…I think it was 'Cahill.'"

My eyes widened. "Oh, I shall (A/N: hehehe, "shall" makes me laugh) see him soon then." I took my bath and came out with a fresh feeling. I dressed myself and applied my makeup quickly.

I took my bag and snatched an umbrella from a servant. I ran out to Ian's room.

The sky was dark and covered with thundering rainclouds. I headed towards a brick building with an ugly door, and a servant unlocked the entrance, allowing me in. Every time I came here, I felt poorer. Unlike me, Ian lives in a smaller building. I never understood how he managed to live in a building with ten other people. Ian's place was nothing compared to my luxurious five-story home. Three of the floors were basically my closets, which altogether was the size of Ian's "room."

The male servant who stood outside of Ian's door looked at me and went in. He came back out in a minute and gestured me to enter.

Ian came to sight, wearing a bath robe. His hair was wet, and he looked tired. "You finally came back." He sneezed.

I stepped back. "What's wrong with you? Are you ill?"

He shook his head. "I was just walking in the rain earlier. I wanted to–"

"What did you want me for? Something about Cahills?"

"Would you let me finish? As I was saying, I wanted to speak with you privately about a girl."

"Ah, so the mighty prince found someone other than that peasant, Amy?"

He scowled. "I am…completely over Amy. Nothing had ever occurred between us…basically. "He sneezed again.

"Really, now? Therefore, you would allow me to finally set you up on little dates with some girls with actual fashion sense and-"

"Natalie, shut up. I will not date any of your friends, nor will you touch my love life."

"Humph. At least tell me why you called me here. Something about Cahills?"

"Well, I have some sort of…catastrophe. See, she's a well, peasant, and it is her first day at this school. Because you weren't here any sooner, I asked her out! What's more confusing is how she seems to resemble another Amy and my head is now going through a complete bizarre phase!" So it was about Amy Cahill.

My eyes grew wider. He asked Amy out already? He chose Amy out of all the other hideous girls in the school? "You, a Kabra, asked a poor girl out? ARE YOU INSANE? I'm telling mum!"

And best part is when I tell Mum that it's Amy. I would finally be able to please her. She would demand to see Amy, or "Ava", and then receive the recipe of the serum. We would all be a happy family once again. I smiled widely.

Ian crossed his arms. "And what will Mum do about that? It's not like she's a Cahill, and everyone at this boarding school is wealthy enough anyway." His tone hinted that he was being very defensive.

I tilted my head, confused. "Hold on, brother, I thought you said she 'resembles' another Amy. Who is this girl?"

With a straight frown on his face, Ian was troubled with his words. "This girl…her name is…Ava Trent, and she is…is like a replica of Amy…well, in my head. Her laugh…gentle and smooth mimics Amy's. The way her eyes glisten…and shine…is the same beautiful way Amy's does. And her smile…her smile…the point is, this is my other…problem. What I am saying is that-" He stopped without finishing after realizing what he had just said. Meanwhile, I was simply yawning in boredom.

But the way Ian spoke about her hinted another message. It meant he was truly in love with that…Cahill. And "Ava" is just a replacement to him for the time being. I mentally shook my head. No Kabra falls down for love. Ian will get over Amy, and when he does, Mum will welcome us back after we retrieve the serum recipe. She will no longer look at us as "disappointments."

I frowned. "Older brother, when you bother to act for like a Kabra and sort out some obvious facts, tell me what you have realized. I hope you get to know more about this Ava Trent. For now, I will not interfere with anything." Ha, tough luck breaking Amy's heart for the second time.

I walked out the door and looked out if anyone was there, more specifically, if there were any other Cahills around. None, meaning "Ava" or Ian, seemed to be in sight.

I stuffed my hand into my Chanel purse and searched for my cellular phone. I hesitantly dialed an order of numbers and pressed "call". I patiently waited for the other line to pick up.

Finally, a powerful, but agitated voice spoke. I admired the voice as it had also sent chills down my spine. "What do you want?"

Inside my head, I jumped happily. She was actually on the other line. And she bothered to answer the call. I must consider this as one of the luckiest moments of my life.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking of how I should speak for the situation, but I know she was waiting. I did not have much time until she was about the hang up. This was my and Ian's only chance for her to love us again, and I was not about to lose it.

"Mum, I have found Amy Cahill."

Nellie POV

I looked at the kiddo as he slept on the hospital bed. Poor little dude had to suffer like this, and he didn't deserve it. Dan should be a regular boy with a happy family, not a target of whoever wanted him. But what fun would life be for him then?

My best friend, Mr. IPod, sat on my hand as I watched the little ninja boy. My earphones screamed into my ears as my eyes grew heavy. I felt my head going down, and I immediately jerked up. I couldn't fall asleep. I had to make sure Dan-o was safe and no one could hurt him. I looked at my watch. It was only four.

I resisted my eyes from closing several times, but I lost. I didn't wake until I felt a vibration coming from my pocket. It was my phone. I glanced at Dan and looked back at my phone. It was a text message from headquarters.

MAD AGENT- FISKE IS GONE. MORE INFO AFTER REPLY.

-this message will be terminated in 5 seconds-

It took me five seconds to transmit the two little sentences into my brain. And it took zero seconds for me to make sure I was imagining things. I really have to stop eating all the junk food with Dan.

I mean, Fiske? Gone? My ass.

I know it's short, but it took me an hour writing this. At first, Fiske wasn't going to "disappear" and I wasn't going to leave you in a cliffy, but my head hurts and I really need more ideas.

I want to personally thank Alex Almighty for the idea and I hope you don't mind because I used it.

~urnotspecial~