Icy pulled on her hair and laughed mockingly.

"Nice shop, Darcy," she said sarcastically. Darcy frowned.

She was wearing a different, wiser choice (in Darcy's opinion) of clothing. Her hair turned darker, clothes more reddish-orangey than blue. Icy absolutely despised it but wore it or people would recognize her.

"It's better than you think, actually," she said. "People are buying a lot these days. Who needs to go for another hard, difficult way when the poison's inches away?"

"Ha," Icy rolled her eyes. "So you're selling people poison to kill others in their way." She thought that she had done a better job being someone she wasn't, being all nice instead of harsh.

"That's right," Darcy beamed. Then added, "Well the results aren't death specifically…"

"Hmm, I wonder what these are." Icy looked around and seized a basket from a shelf. She fished through a handful of bronze coins and picked one up. It had a dead seal (she could tell by the crossed eyes) on it with the letters "K.I.S.S" stamped around the seal.

She squinted at it as she read wrong, then demanded, "What's that supposed to mean? That I'm going to kiss a dead seal?"

"Not kiss- Keep In Sorrow's Seal." Darcy corrected. "Read everything on the coin before you talk."

"And that means…" Icy trailed on.

"You'll have to keep yourself down for a while. In this case seal means enclose."

"What'll happen if I don't?" Icy replied airily, dumping it back into the basket.

"Did you read the label?" Darcy inquired irritably, leaning over her counter. Icy's reading skills were beginning to annoy her a bit. What was the point buying things if you didn't know what they were for or did?

"Warning, if not kept, those who read the coin will suffer pain beyond words a few hours later." Icy sang. Then her eyes widened. "What the he-"

"What did the warning say?"

"Darcy, tell me what to do to get rid of it, NOW!"

"Didn't find a solution yet. You'll have to do what it says or face it." Darcy reached into a box and unwrapped a chewing gum package, and then ate it.

Icy glared and stuffed the coin back in her pocket. "You'd better return soon, or you'll have to make your own explanation."

The door swung opened as Icy moved toward it. Her eyes were fixed by the opposite side of the road, and then to her reflection swinging on the glass. Her mouth was twisted into a grimace.

Darcy clenched her hands into fists. She had come up with an excuse for Icy; Icy would be blown off cover soon. She looked around as Icy slammed the door and it opened again. There was silence except for footsteps

"Excuse me, Carmine?" asked a voice uncertainly. Darcy turned around. Carmine was a fake name of hers, she had decided on a random selection of names (unlike Icy she was a bit less stubborn on keeping the very same letters of her name to be put into a fake one). Finally, she had decided on Carmine.

"Yes?" she replied, still angry, unaware of who she was talking to.

"Do you sell teal colored calming scarves?" it was another customer. Darcy said without a trace of hesitation, "Row 4, Accessories."

She packed her last box and waved her hands. Thick tape appeared on the package and wrapped around the box five times. She pushed it behind the slates and looked at the clock.

There was one more hour to go, and it was true. Her shop had been a success. People were buying more things than she had expected, she supplied more by conjuring things from thin air or ordering from companies.

Darcy folded her hands and sat behind the counter, watching the person return with a teal scarf in their hands.

Meanwhile—

"Arg, I hate Darcy!" Icy shouted at the wall, back at Cloudtower. She grabbed the coin, which was warm now, from the table. "And I don't care if I have to keep in my anger; I'm going to get her BACK for this!"

She brought a fist down on the table, which burned curled over the coin. Icy screamed and fell to her knees. The door opened and Stormy mumbled sleepily, "Icy is that you, and why are you—"

"Get out!" Icy howled, sucking her burnt wrist. She closed her eyes tighter.

"Okay, I get it," Stormy sighed and walked out. She was tired but decided not to make Icy even madder.

Icy lay on the ground, and then created an ice block to cool her wrist. There was no effect; it turned, if possible, worse.

Icy's eyes blazed. She looked around for ideas to get back at Darcy. And then her eyes fell on her old ice-cream shop uniform, Darcy's empty bed, and the open window.

"That's it," she said, no longer able to keep in her thoughts. "I'm telling Valtor where she keeps going these days."

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I suppose I had to leave it at that :) Please review!