I actually stayed up late to write this. I am so tired. Had such a lot of homework and presentations. My back is breaking from sitting too, too long. So, I hope you like this chapter since I have put a lot of effort into it. Sorry for typos/errors.

Chapter 8

Tyson entered the Russian BBA's Boss's house.

"Sweet," he whistled.

The Russians had been fast in appointing Tyson as their Managing Director after Kai's resignation and this was why Tyson was flouncing around the big house.

He kicked off his shoes, "Ooh fully carpeted floors. So soft!" He touched a gleaming table top and his finger did not even draw a speck of dust. "Hmm," he muttered. "This house needs living in. Its so clean that it has me itching all over to dirty it in some way."

"Don't you even think of dirtying this house!" came the murderous cry of Hilary Granger. In perfect Granger-household style, it was Hilary who was bringing in the crates and not Tyson. No, our dear Tyson was jumping on the sofa and running around generally.

"Okay, mom! Oh my God! We have a fully stocked fridge. What's this? Strawberry soda…sounds yum. Gulp, gulp. This is heaven! Ooh ginger cookies…chili crackers…munch, munch. Water! Water! Oops…" Tyson had, in his gluttonous frenzy, left a trail of crumbs from the kitchen to the drawing room and as a last minute folly, tripped over his own shoes, splattering the sofa with strawberry soda.

"Oh my poor back," Hilary cried, bringing in the last two crates. "Out of my way, dolt. I need to sit. What are you stammering? Wash your face, its full of crumbs." After issuing bark-like orders, Hilary sighed and in slow motion sat down on the strawberry-soda-splattered sofa. With a yelp, she got up. "What the hell?"

On her jeans was a tell-tale stain that is the result of sitting on soda. "But how?" she asked. She looked at the stupefied Tyson. "You?"

Tyson broke out of his trance and gave a lop-sided grin, "It was a mistake…"

"A mistake? Wait…why are you laughing?" Hilary asked, angrily.

True enough, Tyson was doubled over with laughter. "Hahaha…oh..oh…hahaha…" He proceeded to fall on the floor and roll, laughing and gasping.

Hilary 'hmphed' and walked over his highly entertained figure.

"It looks as if you've peed in your pants," Tyson managed to say before gasps and laughter.

Hilary stopped on her way out. She turned and walked towards the kitchen. Returning with a bottle of strawberry soda she said, "Very funny, Tyson. Here," she emptied the bottle in one swift motion over Tyson, "-now you are covered in that suspicious looking liquid."

Tyson lay stunned.

Hilary started laughing, "The expression on your face, Ty. It's hilarious!"

"It's not hilarious," barked Tala swatting at his neck and waving away mosquitoes.

"The way you ran after seeing that ant-eater was indeed hilarious, Tala," Kai commented.

Tala, Kai and Diana were currently following a guide from their hotel to Mr. Granger's site. The unaccustomed Russians were finding it hard to walk in the sweltering atmosphere and Tala had found himself the object of every strange looking animal's fancy. Add to that the constant buzz of mosquitoes and flies. He was close to stomping back, get on a plane and land on safe, cold Moscow again.

"Here we are," their guide gestured to the clearing.

"Beautiful," gaped Diana, looking at large group of people, mostly locals, bustle about semi-buried temple. There were ropes, sticks, spades and a makeshift canteen in the middle of the forest. Bruce Granger waved to them from the top of the temple. Kai walked towards him.

"Oh please, Diana. It's just a boring mound of dirt," Tala said, before following his friend. Suddenly, he felt himself being wrenched back. He turned angrily to find their guide holding onto his jacket. "What do you want?" he asked, pulling himself out of his grasp.

The guide pointed towards the ground, "You about to step into ant house."

Tala followed his finger and jumped back. There was a hole full of bloody ants just waiting for Tala's foot to fall into the pit.

"Amazing," Tala jumped over the hole. "Out of all the places in the world, I'm stuck in the zoo."

So, as requested by Guest (A) I wrote Ty/Hil! I love 'em too :)

Okay, so the matchmaking should start from the next chapter. So, stay tuned.

I have a story called The Academic Life of Brooklyn Masefield. Check it out if you are plagued by studies and want to see how Brooklyn deals with them in 100 words :D

A huge thanks to my lovely readers and a huge, huge thanks to my awesome reviewers : Gingercookiessnaps, SMRA (Yep, I love your reviews and I'm glad Diana makes you laugh. LOL, I try but I always wonder if my humour shows or not. Kai is sadly unaware of the Countess. He has a different reason. Will make it evident soon :D Well, you got the sneak-peek to the sourpuss and gloomy Tala! RR!), Pure White Mochi, Rangerapprentice, Superkami and Guest (A) (Here are your Tyson and Hil and I really hoped you enjoyed them because I included them only because you asked :D And wow! You read Matchmaking 1 and caught up with 2 in a day, I think! That's amazing :D Thanks and RR!).

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