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Last chapter of my first story! Thak to you all! You all are awesome! ^-^!

THE NEXT MORNING AT CYNTHIA'S HOUSE…

"Can you relay a message to Ice? It's remember I get home at three," Snow muttered to her mother as she left for school.

"You need to stop talking with Sven," Cynthia said and waved Snow off.

10 minutes later…

Cynthia was helping Ice with his Metal Claw bandages, because really who can tie bandages behind their backs with sort-a-kind-a heal broken bones.

"Snow wanted me to relay a message to you," She wrap the bandages around him once more. "She said to remember she gets back at three." Ice rolled his eyes.

"Stupid broken pelvis bone," Ice muttered.

"Funny," Cynthia laughed. "There, all done!" Ice thanked her and then said.

"No I was serious."

"So was I," Cynthia chuckled. "We need to look and the--"

Ring! The telephone screamed. Cynthia shrugged and got up.

"Hello?" Then her eyes got wide, she cover the talk-in-to part and said. "It my mother! What do I do?"

"What you said you would, give her the curse out of her life," Ice snatched a pen and notepad off the nightstand. "Read what I write when you run out of…colorful words." She nodded.

"Mother," She began.

"Cynthia! Have you watched the news lately?" Her mother asked.

"Yes."

"So then you know what I have to tell you I told you so," Her mother voice was laced with a smirk.

"Well let me tell you something, Mother!" she sat down on the bed and with in 7 minutes she reach of the notepad. 25 minutes and 50 horrid words later.

"And one last thing I have to tell you, Mother!" She smiled and told her mother. "Ice says hello." Cynthia pressed the end button.

"You, my beloved, have a sailor's mouth," Ice chuckled.

"I didn't know a good number of these words even existed," Cynthia place the phone on the charger.

"To tell the true, there all the same 10 words but in different languages," Ice admitted.

"So you know 6 different languages?" Cynthia asked.

"Nope, only those ten words," Ice grinned. "But I highly doubt your mother knows that." Cynthia nodded. And sat beside hit.

"You right," She grabbed his chin, Ice smiled he knew what was coming. Almost as their lips touch there was a giggle.

"Huh?" The two said and saw Persian and Delcatty in the doorway. Cynthia got up and shut it. "Cats. Now where were we?" She asked.

"Right about here," He put his arms around her waist and kissed her.

"No, I think we were right here," Cynthia wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

"I repeat, stupid broken pelvis bone," Ice snapped his fingers. Then the couple laughed.

"Oh well," Cynthia cautiously placed her head on Ice's chest. "You know, I think guys with large slashing scars is kind-a attractive." He rolled his eyes.

"And I think chicks with long auburn hair and a thing for guys with scars is attractive," He replied.

"So were agree," She looked up. "I have a question."

"Shoot," He lied his head on hers.

"You mind filling me in on what you've been up to for the last, oh 10 years?" Cynthia had wanted to know since Star and told her not to worry but never got the change to ask.

"Well…first two years being miserable being away from you. Then I save Kincaid from a pack of ratatata, he said I had potential, and asked if I want to join Team Dim Sun. Since, at least I thought, I didn't have anything to live for, I joined." He paused.

"And then?" Cynthia encouraged.

"I worked my way up," Ice shrugged. "For five years, and then when Kincaid want to start a Trio of top admins, I was the first one chosen, then Heath and lastly Lavana."

"And?" Cynthia glanced up. Ice wasn't looking at her, but out the window with a faraway look in his eyes. "Ice?"

"Hmm?" He mused. "What?"

"Ice, you only got to year 6..."

"Sorry," Ice sighed. "It's just, from then, the Pokemon abuse charges come in to play."

"I don't need details," Cynthia muttered. "You can stop if you what, I'll get it out of you somehow."

"Somehow," Ice repeated. "What time did Snow say she'd be home?"

"As nice as you offer sounds, broken bones." Cynthia pushed away from his chest. "Remember, Doctor Sven's orders."

"Curse Doctor Sven and his orders."

1000 HOURS OF COMMUNITY SERVICE, AND SEVERAL HEAL BONES, LATER…

Snow leaned her back against the kitchen table and hand Ice two envelopes.

"For you," She said.

"The seals are open," Ice cocked his eyebrow.

"Oh, I took the liberty of censuring them," Snow smirked. "To make sure your not conspiring against us." Cynthia rolled her eyes.

"And am I?" Ice asked.

"Maybe not, Dad--I Mean Ice!" Snow snapped then turned and left the room. "I said Ice." Snow narrowed her eyes. "I did."

"Sure, you did," Cynthia peered over Ice's shoulder as He took out a postcard. The front of the card had a large fancy looking house with bulky woman with tan skin and yellow hair. And, in lavish looking clothing was, unmistakable, Heath. Ice smirked.

"Wow…" Cynthia said. "I would have never thought…" Ice flipped the card over, and in HUGE font it said. Ice help me, my old good friend, please! Ice glance at Cynthia who was shaking her head. He sat it aside and took the other. It was plain and just said, Moo-Moo Farm on a white background. It was from Lavana. Ice you have to help me! They are making me shuck corn, and muck out pen and it horrible! Help, please, I am sorry I almost go you kill I…I'm running out of room…help!

"May I?" She pinch the cards.

"Be my guest," Ice nodded and Cynthia chucked the Postcard in to the garbage. Cynthia went back over and whispered in his ear.

"So, are you going conspiring against us?"

"Well…I don't think I will," Ice muttered. "Ever."