This is just a really quick update, I'll have a longer chapter out soon! I'd like to thank all of you who have stuck by me for so long and I'd like to thank those who are just now joining me. I couldn't do this without your support. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I own Kino/Melody, Toriko, Luep, Niko and Mota and Zephyr

I ran my fingers through my hair and was instantly brought back to the memory of the man whose hair rivaled mine. I shook my head, my hair flying in all directions. It was just a dream, a nightmare, I have nothing to do with those people, I do not even know who they are. They are figments of my over-active imagination.

Someone had always told me to keep my head out of the clouds. Who was it?

Before I knew it, my feet were carrying me outside. I shimmied up my entrance and tumbled out, careful to keep my neck straight. I stood to my feet, brushing dirt off of my clothes. My mind often did things without my permission, it seemingly decided to turn off, leaving me standing outside of the home under the ground, absent-mindedly picking at a spot of dirt on the knee of my tattered trousers.

My brain finally sputtered back to life when I was struck upside the head.

I blinked, bewildered as I whipped my head around, searching for my assailant.

I received a snicker as a blur of colour flashed from my peripheral, "No one will want to be seen around you if you keep getting those weird looks on your face." an oh-so familiar voice teased.

I grit my teeth and turned, expecting to see laughing green eyes. I was taken aback when I was met with those of aquamarine. I blinked, startled, "Oh, hi, Peter."

Peter grinned, his dirty toes slowly lifting from the ground, "Why didn't you notice me? I have been standing behind you for forever. At this rate, you'll be decapitated by night-fall." he said gleefully.

I forced a grin, "Sorry, I guess my mind is up in the clouds again."

Peter grinned wider, lifting himself higher into the air, "I'll go get it then." he said, "I may have knocked it loose when I hit you." His face said that he thought what he had said was the most clever thing ever spoken.

I chuckled, grey eyes lifting to follow the floating figure, "There will be no need for that." I murmur, lifting my hand up in the air, "It seems to be returning to me."

Peter looked over to me, suddenly swooping over my head, "Yes, I see it." he said excitedly, reaching his hand over my own, retrieving my mind before I could. "It seems to be a very naughty mind." he mused, turning my mind over in his hands.

My eyes were trained on his, my hands held over my head, "May I have it back, Peter? I shall need it later." I smiled.

My mind, faced with the fear that Peter may not return it to its rightful home, forgot all about the troubling dream it was mulling over just moments before.

Peter continued to examine my mind in his hands, "I say we punish it. It has been sneaking of far too often lately." he muttered, glaring down at it.

I ran a hand through my shaggy hair, so he had noticed that my mind had been elsewhere lately. It was bound to happen for I had been though so much these past few days. I did not blame my mind for not wanting to be in its rightful place. In fact, I feel bad for it, it has to house those awful memories. I swallowed the lump that had began to form in my throat, a small pain biting back.

Peter, who was a far more perceptive boy that I gave him credit for, swooped down and tapped me quite forcefully on the top of the head.

Instinctively, my hands rose to defend it.

He laughed jovially and gave a crow of delight, "I have returned your mind." he said proudly, tapping the dome of my head, "Ah, how clever I am. It shan't ever escape now."

My hands still cover my head, but a smile jumps to my lips. I drop my hands to my sides and bow. I do not curtsy, I will never curtsy. I bow, "Thank you, oh magnificent boy." I say a little louder than necessary.

It is obvious that Peter does not mind in the slightest.

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Here I lay in bed, my stomach growling and my thoughts unclear.

Peter snores softly beside me, so unaware of the inner strife I am suffering through at the moment.

My mind, having been safely returned, had just an hour ago remembered the dream it had projected that afternoon. Again, I was reminded of the sight of that dirty blonde hair, of those grey eyes. I shivered, kicking the bear-skin blanket from my body. I chewed my lip, willing my mind to behave, but it would not drop the subject of my dream.

I rolled out of the bed, falling much less gracefully than I hoped. I fell to the ground with a clearly pronounced 'thud'. I hissed, not pleased with the noise I had caused, looking up to Peter.

He continued to sleep soundly, oblivious to the world around him, truly the slumber of a child.

I rose to my feet, taking great care in maneuvering through any obstacles in the dark. I was soon in the large area of the hide-out where the Lost Boys slept in their gargantuan bed. I slowly tip-toed past them, hoping my clumsy feet would obey.

I foraged around in the kitchen area, hoping that eating a little of something would ease my troubled mind. I munched quietly on a handful of berries I found, enjoying the rare silence, listening to the soft breathing of the boys. I popped another berry in my mouth as I slowly walked to the different entrances to the Home Under the Ground.

I quickly shimmied up, deciding I would like a breath of the cool air. I finally tumbled through with more grace than I thought I would have. I stood to my feet, quite proud of my achievement.

In a flash, a hand clamped over my mouth, another blocking my vision.

My heart stopped, my throat clenched and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

"Don't scream." came a voice, warm breath tickling my neck.

Cliff-hanger, huh? I promise I'll have more on what we left off on last chapter and more with Hook and Hades. I took so long and just wanted something out soon XD

Snake of Medusa: I'll be working on your story and your art request. I am deeply sorry for the wait!

R&R, it speeds my typing XD