Thank you all reviewers! I'm back after the hugest writer's block ever.

Ugh. I woke up to the sounds of banging in the kitchen. The living room's wooden panels were soiled with chocolate wrappers. Wait. Why was I lying on my living room floor? I struggled to push myself into an upright position. My head started throbbing painfully, must have been sugar-high again. My feet thudded against the cold floor as I made my way to the kitchen. I found Aiko…cooking?

"You're cooking?" I frantically started to search for other signs of the apocalypse. Okay,lets get this straight ,Aiko is the type of person who would snap her fingers(or waved her hand if she felt like it),lay down, and wait for her orders to come rushing back at her. She was the type of person who would send waiters back claiming that it was too salty, not right, or over cooked. She was the incarnation of Goldilocks. Minus the three bears. Why the hell would she be cooking?!

"Is there something wrong with that?" she glares at me, offended. Well seriously, she can get creepy at times.

"Well it's the first time I see you cooking, you're usually a snobbish freak," I stared at her pancakes, "so, made me some?"

"Not after that snobbish freak comment," she pushed a chair and sat down, setting her plate on the table, "Make your own."

I rolled my eyes and set the kettle on the heater. Looks like I'm having ramen again. Yay. After preparing it, I set my own plate in front of Aiko's and sat down.

"So when is the fisher exam again?" she asks, adding maple syrup on her pancakes. I stare at them longingly and look at my ramen. Now know why I want to be a chef?

I sigh, "It's the Hunter exam and it's next week. I'd start packing if I were you."

All was quiet except for my noodle slurping. She broke the ice first.

"So, you seem in control of yourself today," she looks at me with approval, "looks like this journal thing is working."

Yeah, this journal thing. Call it what you want to call it Aiko. I wouldn't be writing this if it weren't for her. I thought it was a silly idea until she promised me she would write with me. Just an attempt at making me feel less crazy. The deal was that I didn't look at what she'd write if she didn't look at mine. I look at hers anyways. I just nod at her in the end. I don't feel like arguing today. My damn head hurts. As if to prove its point, it throbs again.

"Ugh," I lay my head on the table.

She makes some clicking noise at me, "Told you chocolate was bad for you."

"Of course you did," I mumble into the table.

"What was that?" she asks.

"Nothing," I say, making my way into my room. I let her take care of the dishes since she was in a helping mood today. I mean, she cooked, why can't she do the dishes too? My room wasn't much. Beige carpet floor, white walls, posters of chocolate, and my closet. A twin bed and a little desk. That was it. Usually,it looked like the Akatsuki came in, threw a party and trashed it but the old woman downstairs seemed to be doing her job. I laid down on my bed and pulled the covers over my face. I was not a morning person, I decided right then and there. Then, sleep claimed me.

When I woke up it was about 2 in the afternoon. Let's just say I felt a whole lot better. I stretched and made my way for a shower. Boy, I looked like a mess. My brown hair was tangled like a gamer's playstation remote. Aiko says it's more of a bronze but I shrug her off. I usually leave my hair to be, in its long wavy mess but now it was too messy. My dark green eyes were bloodshot, in contrast to my pale skin. I ignore this and take a shower.

Well, I need to make it to Dole by Thursday. Today's Friday. I have six days left. I'd better start packing and find some plane tickets. I'll tell Aiko and we'll leave tomorrow. I wrapped my towel around me and grabbed my phone since Aiko just disappeared on me. Finding her name under 'snobby' I called.

She answers after the fourth ring, "What do you want?"

"Why is it that whenever I call it's something I want? Can't I call you because I want to call you?" I whine.

"You're Nariko" she says, in this annoying matter-of-factly way.

"Touché," I roll my eyes, as if she'd see me.

"Stop rolling your eyes," she orders, I swear she's psychic.

"Well anyways, I was thinking-"

"Since when do you think?" she interrupted. Damn her and her interruptions. One day I swear I will-

"Now stop making empty promises and vows." See?

"Yeah, yeah. Just pack your things we're leaving tomorrow."

"Done,"she declared.

"When I was sleeping my head off?"I ask.

"Technically, it would be illogical to sleep one's head off. It is not physically possible, and it is-"

"A figure of speech," I cut her off. Ha! I cut her off!

Nariko:1

Aiko:234568

Yeah, a point! Okay 2345567 left!

"As I was saying, I am ready to leave. The fact is I am just waiting for you to finish packing. How are we heading there? A plane perhaps?"

Sometimes, I think she should stop talking like a snobbish freak. I cut the call. Happens all the time.

I dressed in my favorite outfit. Black shorts, a white long sleeved dress shirt with way too big sleeves, and a black vest over it. I left a couple of buttons unbuttoned. I slipped on my dark combat boots and got a suitcase out. I stuffed it with the randomest of things, jumped on it twice, then zipped it. Packing, check. Tickets left.

I made my way out of the apartment door, stomped down the stairs, and kicked open my neighbor's door. Remember the old woman I told you about? Yeah.

"Oi! You there!" I yelled.

The old woman came running to the door, eyes bewildered, clutching at her robes.

"Me?" she squeaked, pointing at herself.

"Yeah, you. I need plane tickets for Dole," I snapped," tomorrow, make it quick. "Sometimes, I wasn't any better than Aiko.

"Yes,of course," she nodded her head quickly, making her way to her room.

I barged in, laying on her couch. I think she met Hisoka before knowing me. Why else would she take orders from a brat like me?

Tch. I flipped open her T.V. I already saw mine on the floor. Broken into little, tiny pieces. My poor T.V. My eyes watered. No, I will not cry. I will be strong for him,for John. Yeah,I named my T.V.! If guys can name their cars,I can name my T.V.! I sobbed anyways. I will take my revenge. My revenge from Aiko.

"I WILL RETALIATE!"I stood up in triumph, tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Oh, sweetie. Are you okay?" old woman came out of her room, all dressed.

"To hell with are you okay! I will retaliate! Once and for all, I will bring the world to justice! I will start one by one, stealing everyone's T.V.'s so they can feel my agony and anguish. I will rule the world. Everyone will be at my beck and call. Under me! Feel my pain! And I will be starting with you!" I cackled like a maniac.

"Okay."

"Now give me your T.V.!"

"Um..I can't really carry it sweetie."

"I said the T.V.!"

"Okay." She started unplugging the wires and trying to carry it. What failure.

"This is how it's done you incoherent fool!" I started tugging it.

It fell. No, I cannot break a T.V.! Me break a T.V…NO! It is too holy!

"What have you done?" I gasped, blaming it on her.

"I didn't mean to!" she said, believing me.

I backed away, "You..you monster!" I ran away tearfully, "I..I'm afraid I cannot stay with you anymore, not after what you have done."

I made my way out of her apartment.

"But I didn't mean to! No! Noooooooo!" she started crying, cradling herself on the carpet.

"You know, there is one way…"I said mysteriously.

"What? Anything! I'll do anything! Please! Another chance! Just one!" she begged.

"There is one hope.." I looked at the floor, then at her eyes, "the ticket."

Silence.

"I will do it! Yes, it is my only hope! Wish me luck on my quest. I hope I come back alive!" she ran out, determined.

"Don't forget to slay the dragon!" I shout out.

"I will!"

"Bring me back a souvenir!A T.V. perhaps!"

"I will!"

And Aiko calls me stupid.