Wow, chapter six! I know I haven't updated in the longest time and sorry to those faithful readers! I shan't do that ever again! Enjoy the chapter I've written up for you guys! Oh and happy holidays to all:)

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Normally, this isn't a bad thing; it's just an embarrassing thing. No sister wants the other walking in on them during an awkward situation. It's not fun. But this…? This—this is NOT good at all. This is very BAD, in fact. You can very well guess why, as did Farina. And when the little ping! in her head went off, she was not too pleased with the answer she got.

Evidently, her older sister was in love with Kent and she was presently comfortable in his lap—not good.

The Winged Lance Turns Great

What does one say in a situation like this? Saying nothing isn't good because it makes you look guilty. Saying something stupid like "It's not what it looks like," is even worse because now you really look guilty. So either way you're toast.

For future reference, this is not the greatest situation to get yourself into.

Fiora was having major trouble understanding the sight before her. It was almost as if her brain was on hiatus because nothing made sense. Nothing clicked. It took a good two minutes to fully process what her sister was doing—or going to do—or did do.

And man, was she NOT happy.

"F-Farina, w-what are you doing—in Kent's l-lap?" Fiora sputtered, trying, although futile, to not scream. It looks like Farina is sitting in Kent's lap. Kent, the object of my affection, Kent, looks like he's holding the potential object of my fury. But that can't be possible, Farina couldn't do this much damage in so little time. It's not like Kent…likes…her or anything. Right? He can't. He has to like me. He can't just like her, she just came! Fiora's thoughts raced. Who said a guy has to like the girl who's crushing on him? It'd be nice and it does happen sometimes. But it doesn't usually happen, mind you.

Farina blinked a few times, her throat dry and brittle. All she could think of was her sister's blistering glare, Raine's puzzled look, and Kent's heart beating dangerously close to hers—but mostly the latter.

Apparently, not being able to speak isn't much of an excuse for Fiora. You will speak when spoken to by all that's strong and seething.

"Farina, answer me!" Fiora's fists were clenched and twitching, ready to sock Farina at any moment. And socking her she would. I certainly wouldn't put it past her. Farina's mind raced with excuses but she knew well that excuses didn't wash well with her older sister. Oh boy I am SO dead, she thought. Right you are, Farina, right you—

"Um…shouldn't you be happy I saved your sister's life?" Kent interrupted. Leave it to the guy not to notice the immeasurable tension building up (sigh).

Yet miracles happen for the growing pressure had slowed. Kent's biting voice had interrupted all of Fiora's homicidal thoughts towards her sister/murder victim. Kent saved Farina once again, lucky her. Or not lucky her…

"I-I am happy! Really, thank you so much for catching her! I don't know what I'd do if you didn't!" Fiora covered up not too well. I am so happy; really I am because now I can kill her! If she had died, I wouldn't be able to. Simple as that, Fiora justified.

"Pardon me, I've not been blessed with siblings, but shouldn't you be more enthusiastic?" Kent stated blankly. Leave it to Kent to play with fire, that fire being a certain spiteful woman. That woman is a bit odd. I should really find out her name once and for all. Perhaps I can ask Farina for it… I do hope Farina is fine, I wouldn't mind getting to know her… Dear St. Elimine, am I turning into Sain? Kent pondered worriedly. I think he's rubbed off on me! But seriously, maybe she would like to spar one day…

Fiora, meanwhile, was speechless. The entirety of the situation was mind-boggling and outrageous. In fact, her entire day was so. She fell into a sand and sludge puddle, was ignored by her only crush in life, found her long gone sister in her company once more, watched said sister almost fall to her grave to find her once more in the arms of her significant other who, by the way, had just accused her of being an awful sister. One goes into shock, now and then, when encountering a day such as this. Fiora was, and still is, experiencing it.

Poor Fiora.

Florina, on the other hand, was standing beside her sister or rather behind her. She was staring at Kent who was holding her older sister who was pale from Fiora who was standing rather rigidly. When one is not much of a speaker, they are usually a thinker…a very perceptive thinker—usually.

So Fiora wasn't mad at me…she was mad that Sir Kent had not seen her! How did I miss it? Sister is in love with Kent! Perhaps that is why she has been acting strange… For the past few days, Sister has done everything to make her look prettier than usual. She even dared to try one of Lady Serra's 'beauty potions'. Elimine only knows that it only turned dear Sister's hair pink, not shiny like she promised. Maybe this is why Lady Serra's hair is so… But what a sister I am! I failed to see Sister's aim. I know what I'll do—I'll make sure Sir Kent talks to Fiora more often. I'll try and help Sister. She will be so happy if I do! Florina squealed mentally. Yep, Fiora will be so thrilled…

"Well then, I think I'm going to go to see Priscinda—"

"Priscilla," Raine interjected. Even though this whole picture was sad to witness, sister vs. sister, it was sort of funny too. And Raine had a front seat she was not about to let go of. 'Vindictive pleasure', I think it's called.

"Yeah her, so I'll leave you guys to talk—" Farina rose one inch from Kent's lap before Fiora opened her mouth.

"Why leave so soon, dear Sister? Why not let us talk for awhile? We have not seen each other in so long, we have to catch up. We can take a walk. We are, after all, sisters and as such we should talk…way over there," Fiora proposed innocently. Farina was scared more than ever now. When Fiora suddenly gets all 'happy' after she's about to bite your head off, that's when you should run for your life, Farina thought fearfully. And when she invites you for a 'walk' that means she wants to 'walk' you over to your death; or worse—enough chores to last a lifetime. Which of neither I want to suffer through (again)!

"No…really, I think I'll go to see Priscilla. K-Kent, why don't you speak with Fiora for awhile? I think you two would—"

"I believe I said I'd escort you to find Lady Priscilla. I am a man of my word," Kent responded. Farina could almost puke.

"Well, Mr. Man of His Word, I am quite capable of handling myself. But I thank you for your offer, now, I'm—"

'Being slapped in the face', should be the end to that sentence (if she had the chance to finish). And by whom, honestly, do you think slapped her?

The smack was so hard that the echo could only be rivaled by a clap of really loud thunder. Farina was shocked (the slap really hurt). Raine was shocked (and kind of amused…). Kent was shocked (and appalled). Florina…saw it coming (perceptive, like I said).

"OW!" Farina screamed a little later (slow reaction), holding her reddened cheek. I cannot believe she did that! The nerve of her! What did I do? Farina thought. What did you do? What did you do?! Oh please, Farina. As if you don't know…

With a tear in her eye, Fiora walked away; her steps quiet and defeated. Her shoulders were slumped and her arms encircled her slim figure, holding herself in tight embrace…kind of like what Kent did for Farina. Her head was pointed downwards, her teal bangs hiding the hurt surfacing in her eyes.

Florina felt inclined to follow Fiora, but she stood her ground instead. She didn't know what to do and she certainly didn't want to make things any worse. The roles were reversed and now it was up to Florina to do the comforting. And she wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility.

Fiora didn't stop until she reached the camp. No one really came up to her, she was new and people didn't know her. Fiora was ignored. She remained unbothered till she found her tent which she tore open and flung herself onto her cot. Raking sobs took over the young girl who smothered her cries with her pillow, within seconds it was damp. She felt as if she'd never get up again, that she'd just drown herself in her salty tears. Until…

She had an idea.

Her tears stopped flowing and her pain had flooded away as quick as it had come. She was…happy. And smiling. Fiora propped herself up on her elbows and rested her chin on her hands, still grinning to herself. She started laughing, then giggling. Through her mirth she spoke:

"If Kent loves Farina so much…Farina, he shall get."

Ooh, what shall happen next? Fiora has finally lost it and has gone completely crazy—yay! Well, you don't know HOW crazy she'll get…hee, but I do! And trust me, she will get crazy. Love is a crazy thing, after all! Please review, reviews make me happy and let's me know that I should continue. So click the button!