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So this chapter was supposed to be out on Thursday. But I finished it today, and through amazing work between QueenKazza and I we have it all sorted.

That, and i have coursework to do so I'll be fading until next week-ish to get that sorted (drafts have to be handed in Friday, so I'll be able to start the next chapter then~

So hope you enjoy this chapter - enough to review/follow/fav~ Oh yeah, is it just me or does Fanfiction make everything look really small xD

Oh yeah, This Chappie is from Jyne's perspective~

"So…Cobrancle?"

"Yup. It's a thing that I'll ship until the end of days. Jayne, you should join us."

"I…think I'll pass. But thank you for the offer."

"No problem."

Jayne was regretting ever setting foot on this mission. At first it seemed as if it was a good idea to go on a mission with the person she had known for the longest, but she should have taken into account that this was Zimi that she was going with. She isn't exactly the definition of normal, even for a ten year old, and she could only blame herself for making that decision to go with the youth. So with a sigh, she followed the youth through the city they had arrived in, as the pair made their way towards their destination.

Onibus certainly wasn't a city she was familiar with, so she had to trust in her young partner, even though her sanity was certainly questionable at best. Normally, she wouldn't be so heavy-handed, as she was indeed an advocate for her prized 'Three Cs' (to be 'Cheerful, 'Caring and 'Carefree' – she will never forget them), but Carbuncle was rubbing off on her with his caustic personality and pessimism.

But she won't judge him for that; she isn't the kind of person to do something like that without knowing why. For all she knows, he could have a past like hers, so until the day he opens up will be the day that she will make her final judgement.

"What has you in such deep thought, hmm?" The saccharine sweet tone of the child grated on Jayne's nerves, but she didn't show it. She has to stay cheerful and all, and being annoyed would counteract that. "Is it a certain special someone?"

Carbuncle…

"Umm, nothing really…" She couldn't tell her that she was thinking about him, and she couldn't say that she was questioning Zimi's skills either, so she just went with the safe option of nothing at all. That way she doesn't risk the child getting angry. "Hey…what do you think Carbuncle's real name is anyway?"

Hey, she might as well ask what Zimi thought about it – it couldn't hurt to get someone else's opinion.

"Well, I am not too sure to be honest." Jayne noted that she seemed to be pensive about something, delicate frown on her face as she mulled over the question, setting her immediately on edge. "I-I even asked around Alexandria, and they hadn't even heard of him before."

"Wait, they haven't heard of him before? But I thought that he had been there countless times?" This, to Jayne, didn't make any sense. What was so important about his name that he wouldn't reveal it to anyone, and go to such lengths to hide it from the world? "What is so special about it that he would hide it from everyone?"

The longer she thought about it, the more questions that cropped up. It wasn't as if he was a fugitive that needed to keep his identity protected at all times (though, now that she really thought about it, weren't they technically fugitives now that they were completing missions on behalf of Oracion Seis), or that he was a part of some witness protection program that meant that he couldn't reveal his true identity to anyone or else he would be killed.

Or maybe he just really likes his privacy. That could also be a reason too, even if it is really anticlimactic and boring and slightly depressing.

"He could be a princess?" Jayne could only sigh at that, realising that this should have been expected when it came to Zimi.

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure that would have been a 'sorry, you're princess is in another castle' moment…" Flipping a lock of hair to the side, the elder couldn't help but feel her mood darkening.

Frown in place, the more she thought about it, the more stock the idea had. Of course, not that Carbuncle was a girl (that would only make things…awkward? Is that the right word?)- if that was the case, then she is either really masculine or a really good actor.

"What if Carbuncle was a girl?" Even as she said it, Jane couldn't help but focus on the absurdity of it. It was one of those cases where it was just so absurd that it could be real. If this was the case, however, then why would she pretend to be a man? It just didn't make sense, but it did in some strange, ephemeral way.

"Carbuncle. A girl?" It really did feel like a role reversal – now Zimi was staring at her like she just said that Ichiya was attractive, or that Hibiki wasn't a man-whore.

"Well, it could be true; after all it's not as if we have seen his…her…umm…you-know-what…" She just had to say it, didn't she, and the look she was getting from Zimi just said it all. "And we don't have access to his birth certificate, and it could explain why he doesn't like the Trimens." At this point, she was just grasping at straws, and her argument was making less and less sense the more and more she tried to justify it.

But she'll stay true to her convictions. She started it, so she'll see it through to the end, even if it gets absolutely shredded as a result.

"I don't exactly need to see his 'you-know-what' to see that he is a boy, lol. I have seen enough of his top half to now that he is flatter than a board." The nonchalant way that she said it nearly tripped Jayne up, for she wasn't expecting something like that in the slightest. "That and it would totally ruin the yaoi pairing of Cobrancle. Because, you know, then it wouldn't even be a yaoi pairing and it wouldn't be half as interesting as it is now."

"Fair enough. You did meet him first, right? So what does he look like – I only caught him doing his hair." Feeling a seemingly random surge of anger, she had to calm herself down to stop her temper from getting out of hand, as she remembered how they first met.

"Wouldn't you like to know, pervy nee-san." It may have been teasing, but she could tell that there was a hidden threat underneath the tone, reinforced with steel and silk. "You'll have to ask him to strip for you."

"W-What do you mean, strip? I ain't gonna ask him to undress in front of me – I'm not that curious to lower myself to that." Blushing furiously, the weak glare she threw at the child was ignored, as she only laughed at the rebuttal. "So…there isn't any chance that he is a girl?" Was it bad that she was slightly hopeful for her to answer in the positive?

"Not that I know off. Unless, of course, he is a master of transformation magic." Her tone voice then seemed to turn arrogant, "Like myself, obviously." She punctuated this statement with a laugh, eliciting a sigh in response.

Well, she certainly isn't modest…

"He could be – he is an agent after all. Maybe it's a prerequisite or something?" For all she knows, that could be how it is. They could all be trained on ways to cover their tracks, or to mislead their enemies with a different appearance, or other things to that nature. "I'm more curious about what he truly looks like."

"Truly looks like…?" Zimi trailed off. Staring at the elder with a mix of both curiosity and confusion, she seemed to be waiting for her to continue.

"Well, for all anyone of us knows: the long aquamarine hair and emerald eyes, the sharp features, the baritone – it could all be a performance." She knows she shouldn't' be getting so worked up about it, but Jayne couldn't help herself. It was just far too interesting, and kind of hurtful (though she knew for certain that that wasn't quite the word to describe it) that he would hide his true appearance. They were supposed to be a team, so shouldn't he feel as if he can show his true appearance around them?

It may be hypocritical, but…she honestly felt as if he should at least show them his real appearance.

"To be perfectly honest, I think that we don't really have to worry about nii-san's appearance." Zimi started, and elaborated when she heard the interested 'hmm' from her partner. "I don't know, but, it isn't really important at the moment, is it?"

Jayne may be loath to admit it, but she was right – they had much more important things to deal with at the moment that needed their full attention.

"But there is one thing that I am worrying about." Now that caught Jayne's attention, turning her full attention to her as she spoke. "I'm worried about Arrow."

"Arrow? What about him?" Jayne really didn't see anything wrong with the silver haired youth, other than his sparkling personality and ability to use illusions.

"I don't trust people who can copy others – it is just so bleh." Now that was the first time that she ever heard 'bleh' used as an adjective, though it didn't overshadow what she actually said. "And don't even say anything about hypocrisy, my way of doing it is different."

"Different? How so?" As far as she knows, there is literally no difference between what her magic is and the magic used by the source of her mistrust. "You both use Copy Magic, right?"

For all intent and purpose, they sound the same to Jayne - they both copy other people, and can mimic their mannerisms, so what else was there too it?

"Well, for one, I use Copy Magic, and he uses Illusion Magic. I don't know the full extent of his abilities, but I do know that mine rely on factors like magic power and the type of magic that I want to copy." She lectured – well, ranted in the way that all angry kids do – to the intrigued Jayne. "And I also don't copy how people look, just their skillz." With her rant officially over, she plopped down on the floor, trying to catch her breath after that angry spiel.

"So in other words, you're territorial?" Mischievous glint in her eye, Jayne took the lead, looking around for their mission destination. They were supposed to arrive at some form of theatre where they were recording the show, and they had to find some way to be a-part of the cast. She already has a plan in mind for that, but it was implementing it that would be the hard part.

She wasn't exactly the strongest person in the world – but she was at least the most fabulous.

In her eyes, that is.

"I may not know what that means, but I can tell you that I'm not 'territorial'." Indignant pout dialled to full-force, she tacked on a hasty 'unless it's good, of course'.

"Well I suppose it's good if…" She was cut-off by a sparkly-eyed Zimi, who was twirling a strand of hair in her fingers as she smirked in pride.

"Well, if that's the case, then I am the most territorial person out there. My terri is so torial you don't even know it. I'm so territorial that not even…" She seemed to fumble for a name, before plucking a name out of the air, "…Naruto can believe it."

"…At least you are looking on the bright side of things…" Jayne could only stare as the girl was getting more and animate, stirring up some form of scene as a result. "I think you should calm down though, not many people see it as a good thing."

"How come?" Slowly deflating from her high, Zimi could only stare at Jayne as she explained what 'territorial' really meant. "Oh." Her face was blank for a moment as her mind slowly processed the information. You could almost see the cogs in her head whirring as they worked, and Jayne swore that she could hear them working.

"So now do you understand what 'territorial' means?" Whilst she may have been expecting the pause, she certainly wasn't expecting what followed. With a flourish befitting a prima-donna, not so much a self-proclaimed Oracion Seis huntress, Zimi announced to the world that 'she'll be the most territorial bitch in the business'. "Hey watch your language! You're ten, not twenty!"

"But I'm on a mission that could end in death – aren't I allowed free reign with my language?" Her only answer was a stern glare thrown in her general direction. Jayne was determined to raise this girl up properly in the absence of her parents, and if that meant being harsh then so be it. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind, and when she was older she'll certainly thank her. Tough love and all that. This was something that she knew would be a shared sentiment between her and Carbuncle, the unofficial leader.

"No buts. Control your language, otherwise people won't respect your decisions if you go effin and jeffin everywhere," Ignoring the argument of 'Carbuncle swears too and you don't tell him to stop', she continued on her responsible lecture, garnering attention from quite a few people as she continued, "What would your parents say if they heard your language?"

"M-My parents? What exactly do they have to do with it?" Taken-aback and furious, the child tone was like an inferno, uncharacteristic heat lashing out from her words. "Anyway, what are we doing here? You didn't tell me what our mission was anyway, just dragged me off."

"I didn't drag you off. You followed me. Saying something about leaving the 'lovebirds' alone."

"…Oh yeah! Now I remember! Arrow x Eevee is so totally canon. Almost as canon as Cobrancle."

"…So it isn't canon then?"

"Don't ruin my dreams."

"You're ten. You aren't supposed to have dreams like that until you're at least thirteen."

"You still haven't answered my question, what is our mission?"

Why do I have a feeling that I am going to regret telling Zimi what the mission is?

"We have to infiltrate the Onibus Theatre, and find out what is going on," She suddenly felt cautious about giving her the full details, but the non-verbal prompt of the child made it so that she has to keep going at this point, "And the only available program that needs to be recorded ahead of time is the 'O-Nine-Hundred' slot, which we'll use to gain access to the hidden side of the Theatre."

Jayne could only watch in nervous anticipation as Zimi tried to figure out what 'O-Nine-Hundred' means.

But then she did, and the look on her face was a mix between sheer betrayal and depression and rage. Jayne honestly didn't see why she was acting this way – it wasn't as if she had asked to eat her first-born.

"Come on, kiddo, let's go." Twinkle in her eyes, Jayne dragged the petrified girl up the stairs to the theatre.

Oh they were going to have so much fun.

After all, they were on an ad-ven-tur-a, so they should make the most of it.

'Come on, vamanos, let's go' and all

Jayne didn't see why Carbuncle complained so much, she was having an absolute blast.

She was feeling quite explosive, and if she may have even dared to call herself bombastic. Kids these days should realise that this is the bomb. How could it not, after all, with how volatile the scene was - she could feel herself bursting at the seams. Jayne wasn't even being sarcastic when she said all that, and it was completely and utterly true. Every single word. Completely true. Two consonants. Two vowels. T-R-U-E true.

…It was obvious that she was lying, wasn't it?

Trying to block out the situation going on around her, she fully agreed with Carbuncle now. These missions were an absolute pain in the ass (she usually doesn't swear, but it had gotten to the point where it was just too much and if it doesn't end soon, someone dies) and the Oracion Seis should be shot for how evil they were when making these.

Oh wait...they are evil.

They may be evil, but they weren't supposed to be that evil. They must have some good in them, otherwise her and her friends (because at this point, what else would they be called?) would be long since dead and buried. After all, it was somewhat doubtful that they would have been able to stand Carbuncle's stunning personality if they were completely evil - they would have just killed him.

Or even worse capture him and do unspeakable things to his body.

...She was suddenly glad that her partner couldn't hear her thoughts, otherwise she would be giggling perversely and would say something ridiculous about bondage.

Bondage involving Carbuncle.

And just to add some spice to the little scenario, she would probably add a little yaoi. And probably 'sparklez', if only for the sake of it.

Returning from her musing, she had to stifle chuckles as she saw what was going on in front of the green screen. Decked head to toe in the iconic 'adventurer', Zimi looked more like a statue than a real human being - one of those wax parodies in Madame Tussauds, or to be more precise, a gargoyle cosplaying as Dora. Her voice was strained, strangling off at a few words as the unfamiliar lyrics to 'Mr Map' tumbled like broken glass from her mouth.

Stretching in her get-up (a rather fashionable rendition of 'Swiper', if she does say so herself), she waited for her verbal cue, waiting in anticipation for the broken cacophony to come to an end. Seeing it reach its grande finale, she let the beat fade off into memory as she tiptoed out from her position.

I am such a good actor...if they could see me now… She chose to ignore the fact that she visualised a 'heart' at the end of that - it was a far too Trimens thing to do, with their fake-ness and their duplicity.

Hey, she might have come from the same guild, but that doesn't mean to say that she was the same as them. She liked to think that at least she had some class when it came to those she flirted with.

Oh wow, I must be channeling my inner Carbuncle.

Conspicuous rustling sounds followed her every move, as she wandered through the plastic bushes. Exaggerating her body movements, she got fully into the role, masked visage smiling obscenely as she moved like a puppet on strings - all machine and no humanity.

Pausing deliberately, she waited for the phrase that would never come. Zimi's eyes were twitching frantically, pale blue crest sparkling into existence as she kept her eyes locked onto her 'nee-san.' Confused as to where this was going, she was only given a split second to duck before a very familiar ray of light soared over her head.

Wait a second...isn't that my magic? With that question in mind, she could only stare in confusion before it clicked.

She used her Copy Magic on me… From her position down low, she was given a somewhat safe vantage point as she saw the once peaceful set degenerate into chaos.

The set to 'Dora the Magic Explorer' was akin to a battlefield. Scurrying like mice, the actors and actresses fled from Zimi's little temper tantrum, flashes of light lancing magnificent arcs from the epicentre. Barely stepping out of the way of an intense beam of light (which she recognised as one of her own - a variation of 'Light Beam', if she wasn't mistaken), she could only watch in dismay as cracks formed in the ceiling as it threatened to collapse in on them.

She had to complete this mission, and fast, otherwise they'll fail it - something which she cannot risk, for what would the others say? After all, they would have mostly completed their mission by now, and here she was trying to do damage control whilst they all were being successful.

Now is not the time for that. Remember the Three Cs! Recalling them with ease, she realised that there was no point in moping around about it. She could still complete it whilst Zimi was having her little 'Dora the Magical Explorer' episode, and in fact she could only see positives with the situation. She gets to use it as a distraction, and she gets to see Zimi's magic in action, so she can't complain.

With more stealth than was necessary, she manoeuvred herself into the crowd of people escaping the room, surprisingly managing to blend into the crowd with ease. The hallway adjacent to the room they were in was absolutely packed, frightened performers running to and fro as they tried to escape the building. Labyrinthine, yet constricted, she stumbled through the crowd - forcing her way past the distressed individuals as she reached the 'Employees only' door.

The person inside must have ran as soon as the buildings shown signs of collapse, acting like the coward that he truly was. Scowling, she was about to step inside when the building shuddered ominously, leaving her in a ruffled heap on the ground. Far from amused, she took a moment to recollect herself before stumbling back to her feet. Scraping off bits of lint from her outfit (she was still wearing that Swiper get-up, and she couldn't mess that up - she was slightly to blame for blowing up the building after all).

"Jayne-san?" Removing her attention from her (fabulous) dress, she gazed at the innocent figure of Eevee, who had some form of stone or rock (she couldn't tell with the lighting, but she was certain it was something to do with the earth) covering her limbs as she stood above a slightly dazed Arrow. Eevee's only explanation was a sheepish smile, but that didn't mask the fact that she hid her hands nervously behind her back.

Very suspicious.

Oh well, better to be 'Carefree' (another one of her 'Three Cs'), then to worry about whatever had happened in front of her. Eevee seemed regretful, so she won't push for any answers.

"What are you doing here?" Blatantly ignoring the muttering Arrow, who looked as if he would murder the both of them, she focussed on the significantly more demure looking of the two. Fiddling with the jade pendant around her neck, she wasn't looking either of them in the eye - to Jayne she seemed far too shy.

Maybe she would have to take her out man-hunting - the girls back at the guild used to do that to bond, so it might work with the earthy girl. Though it seemed like something that wouldn't work with her, so she might have to take a different method with the girl.

"W-Well, we were looking for information on the second half of the item we were supposed to steal…" At this point, both women were staring at the fully recovered male, who was brandishing an oddly shaped object like a sabre.

"It's pretty obvious that we have to go to Narcisca - let's go." Jayne could only watch as Arrow dragged the shy girl out of the room, slightly stunned at how abrupt they exited. Shrugging it off as best as she could (though she was confused that they didn't comment on the outfit she was wearing) she fumbled around the lacrima screen, trying to find some sort of storage lacrima to record the data that they need.

Snagging a spare aquamarine crystal from the drawer, she held it aloft, watching in fascination as wisps of light coalesced around her and into the tiny gemstone. It didn't take long for the lacrima to die down, and it wasn't a moment too soon as she felt the shockwaves rattle along the ground. The building was going to collapse soon, and she needed to get out there and fast.

Gotta go fast - like Sonic~ This may be neither the time nor the place, but it was certainly relevant to what was going on in front of her. The building had long since been evacuated, and it was only a matter of time before they were found out by the Magic Council.

Picking up the pace, she slid into the room containing Zimi. She was lucky that, by some divine will, that the light show ended (a quick look at her communication Lacrima shown that she was gone for thirty minutes - maybe it's a time-limit or something?) and Zimi was knocked clean unconscious as a result.

With a tired sigh, she scooped the young child up, made sure she was comfortable, before Jayne herself fired a ray of light at the wall, opening a chasm that would allow them to safely pass through undetected. At this point, the only thought that she had in mind was ensuring that she got to the train station safely, and onto the quickest train to Narcisca.

They have got to get there quickly, otherwise they'll be out of luck.

The sun, which was once high up in the sky, threatened to spill over the horizon, golden orange bathing the sky in resplendence. A blank orange canvas painted with splotches of white-maroon-pink-brown, the ripples of the sun reverberated throughout the sky, echoed by weak zephyrs of wind. Covering the town, blanketing it like a mother entrenching a child in a safe cocoon, it was a prettyimage.

Feeling herself a safe distance away from the building (though she could say for certain that she no longer knew where she was), she tried to gather her bearings. Ignoring the stares, the whispers, and the chuckles, Jayne fell to her knees, panting from the physical exertion of carrying a small child on her back. To be perfectly honest, she wasn't exactly the strongest person in the guild, and that she wasn't necessarily the one the people of Blue Pegasus turned to when they needed to take someone down.

In other words, she was weak. There really isn't any point in beating around the bush with it. And to be frank, Jayne was quite content with being weak.

People don't have to be strong to be happy, so as long as she had her convictions she'll be fine.

"Excuse me? Do you have some time to spare?"

Looking up, she came face-to-face with an admittedly handsome bishonen. Heart-shaped face, platinum blonde hair in a style that almost mimicked Arrow's (she assumed it was the style at the moment, if so many guys were wearing), and a rather slender figure: it was obvious that he was attractive, and from what she could tell, he knew it too.

Too bad for him that she'd spent half her life around Hibiki, so Jayne wasn't exactly swooning over the physical appeal.

Whilst his eyes may be defined as emerald, to her it looked more like poison than anything else. It was a grin meant to intimidate. If she was a lesser person she would have crumpled, but she wasn't. She was a member of Team Crystallux, and she was going to damn well act like it.

Dressed in blue and white, he looked to be going for the 'mysterious' look. Hooded, with a short-sleeved twin-tailed jacket, it gave way to a form fitting sleeveless shirt underneath, showing off his defined abs.

Not that she was staring purposefully, of course, but it was kind of hard to not when they were right in your face. What was she going to do, look above him? Or through him? Or, dare she say it, at his feet?

She liked to think that she had more self-confidence than that.

Below that, he was wearing blue pants (she wasn't quite sure what brand, but it looked like it was 'Heart Kreuz') held aloft by a black belt. Steel-plated boots immediately gave off a sign that he is a fighter - the faux-greaves are a favourite of many battle-mages, for obvious reasons.

"...are you alive in there?"

Knocked rudely out of her musings, she nodded, before waiting for the stranger to introduce themselves.

"Did you cause that?" Her blush said it all. "Thank you." With nothing more than a backwards wave, he left them.

"Is that it - you're not going to introduce yourself or anything?" All she got in response was 'Just ask your friend there.'

Zimi?

About to respond, her moment was lost when he faded from view, the only image she had left of the stranger an ominous image of Ouroboros.

Putting it out of mind, she stood from her moment of reprieve, before setting off once more. Securing the Copy mage around her neck, she stood up on shaky legs, exhaling sharply as the unfamiliar weight lay heavy on her shoulders

She did have to get to Narcisca after all, so she should be hurrying. But she couldn't help but wonder how Zimi of all people knew the guy. Unless, of course, she didn't - and it was all just an elaborate ploy to annoy her - but she didn't think he would do that.

Right?

Chapter 7, Fin~

So we get to see the other missions from other character's viewpoint's, so I hope you enjoyed the change in char pov (It's obvs next chappie is going to be team EV (I made a bad Pokemon pun, so sue me :P) as the next chapter will also not be from Carbuncle's point of view.

You can guess who, right?

At this point, this will only be for certain messages (like Coursework is a thing so the next chappie will be out sometime next week) and for OCs.

So onto the OCs already shown in the story (other than Carbuncle):

The Lazy Bitch's: Zimi

QueenKazza's: Jayne

Hikari-Angel143's: Eevee

motordog's: Blaine

Arcobaleno-Lover's: 'Arrow'

Cute-Kawaii-Girl's: Hale

Hollow-Kyuubi's: Iname Kagero

Apostle of Regeneration's: ? - (Spoilers~)

Oc's mentioned:

Saiyan-Styles': ? - (Hidden to avoid spoilers :D)

Arcobaleno-lover's: ? - (Hidden to avoid spoilers :D)

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