Jupiter's_Magic: So here's the next chapter! I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. The person who can guess where I got the "disease" in this chapter, will get a chapter of their choice! (I'll give a hint: I don't own where it came). Please review!


It was a quiet, early Saturday morning at the house. All of the male bikers were sleeping peacefully in their beds, while the sole female biker was sprawled out on the sofa underneath a blanket; she had fallen asleep watching a nameless television show the night before.

What no one was aware of was the pair of eyes that was watching the sleeping girl in the dark, their owner creeping up in the darkness toward the couch until…

"SKYLER! WAKE UP!"

Skye let out a shriek of terror and bolted upright, falling off the sofa in a tangled mess of blanket and sofa cushion to land on the ground. Having recognized the owner of the voice, she snapped out an indignant, "Jeez Lola! What the heck?"

The hall light upstairs came on, dimly illuminating the staircase. "What's going on?" demanded Raphael, storming down the stairs. In his hand was one of the attachments belonging to a vacuum cleaner. "Skye, are you all right? I heard you scream."

"I'm fine Raphael," Skyler replied, sitting up and beginning to untangle herself. After a moment, she paused and looked back at Raphael. "If you thought someone broke in, you would use a vacuum attachment? What for, to get that extra dirt the vacuum can't?" she joked.

"It was the first thing that I got a hold of. It was on the nightstand and I was more concerned about helping you."

"Why do you have a vacuum attachment on your nightstand?" asked Lola with interest.

"Let it go, Lola. Raphael, it's all right. Go back to bed," she said, shooing him up the stairs. He kissed her on the forehead and walked back up the stairs; she guessed Alister and Valon must have woken up, because she heard two sleepy voices asking him what was going on.

Turning back to Lola, she raised an eyebrow. "So what do you want this early in the morning? And how did you get in?"

"You guys don't lock your windows," retorted Lola. "Someone's going to break in eventually," she warned, poking Skye in the chest.

Skye ignored it. "Why are you here?" she repeated.

Lola hesitated. "So Alister asked me out on a date…" she began, but was cut off by a delighted gasp.

"It's about time!" Skye exclaimed. "Go on, go on," she continued, waving one of her hands airily.

"I'm nervous. What if it's awkward?"

"You'll be fine. It's not like he's an evil vampire or anything like that."

"Point is, I was hoping you could tag along and make it a double date?" she pouted.

"But that defeats the purpose of a date if Raphael and I tag along…"

"Please?" she begged.

"Fine," Skye replied sleepily, stifling a yawn as she remade the sofa, flopping back onto it and burrowing under the blanket once again.


Several hours later Raphael and Valon woke up (at a much more reasonable hour) and went downstairs, trying to be quiet so as not to wake up Skye.

"Guess she's up already," Raphael said, walking into the kitchen. He perked his head up to the sound of water running, only to be shut off when they entered the kitchen. To their surprise, though, the person in the kitchen was a familiar redhead.

"So how was your night?" Alister asked, looking up from the stove. Misha was perched on his shoulder, purring contentedly.

"Fine, except Lola snuck in around four or five this morning and scared Skye. She screamed and that woke me up."

"So that's what that was…did you panic?"

"In my defense I thought someone broke in."

"You're really protective of her, aren't you?"

Raphael did not get the chance to reply, since he was interrupted by the sound of a catapult being launched and then followed by the sound of a balloon being popped.

"Valon, you're so dead!" came an indignant scream, as a bolting Australian bolted into the pantry. Following close behind him was Skye, who was fully covered in what appeared to be mud and sand. Alister was laughing and Raphael was torn between laughing and getting angry at Valon.

"Sure. Laugh it up now," Sky said in abrupt calm. "Valon, come out. I won't hurt you."

"Lies!" came the muffled yell from inside the pantry.

"Fine. Think what you want." She said, walking calmly out of the kitchen.

Raphael could already tell Valon was going to sorely regret ever pranking Skye.


Later on. . .

"Alister!" Valon wailed, bolting down the stairs with panic in his eyes.

"No need to yell," he muttered. "What do you want?"

"Look at my 'ands 'n' feet!" he shouted, showing Alister his hands and the bottom of his feet. Their surfaces were completely green.

"Did you get into Skye's paints again?" Alister asked idly, showing no concern whatsoever.

"No. I tried washin' it off, but it doesn' come off!"

"I'll Google it. Hold up" Alister said, getting up from the couch and logging on to the computer. A few minutes later he had the diagnosis—and there was no hiding the smirk.

"Wha's it say?" he said anxiously, watching his older friend for a reaction.

"It says that what you have is called Derma Temeculitis."

"How do I cure it?"

Alister smirked. "It says it can be cured by painful incisions or shots."

"I DON' WANT SURGERY!"

"Hold on. It also says there's another cure. It says you should soak the infected areas in lizard urine."

"…Lizard pee?" Valon asked in complete disbelief. "Not on'y is tha' disgustin', but 'ow am I s'pposed t' get it?"

"Ask Ember," replied Alister with a shrug.

The Australian promptly took off to the basement to (hopefully) find what he was looking for pre-packaged in Ember's lair.

"Where's Valon?" Raphael asked as he came out of the kitchen. "I heard him come down earlier"

"He apparently has a disease called Derma Temeculitis that turns your hands and feet green."

Raphael raised his eyebrow. "I've never heard of a disease like that."

Alister smirked. "Skye has."

"Hey guys!" Skye said, bouncing down the stairs. "What's all of the commotion about?"

"It's Valon. He—what's on your hand?" Raphael inquired when he noticed part of her hands were green.

"Huh?" she asked, looking at her hands in surprise. "Um…I was painting," she said, smiling. "Well, I'm going to take Jasper out. See ya!" And with that, she hollered for Jasper and bolted out the door.

"You're going upstairs to check out her room, aren't you?" Alister asked, not removing his gaze from the computer when Raphael started up the stairs.

"I'm beginning to get what's going on, but I want to see things for myself," came his response as he disappeared from view.


Skye's Room

Raphael opened the door cautiously and eyed the room, looking for any types of traps; he knew Skye wasn't the type to set traps (Alister was) but he figured that it was better to be safe than sorry.

He fully entered the room and looked around, taking care not to disturb anything or to open drawers. As he came to the far side of the room where Skye's artist's easel was he noticed a high tech spray painter can in the corner behind the easel. And what do you know, it had green paint.

I thought so. I think I know what's going on.


Later on

"Hey Valon," Skye said brightly as she entered the family room, only to find the Australian sitting on the couch with his hands and feet in four different containers filled with what looked and smelled like lizard pee. Raphael looked thoroughly unhappy with this as he read his book. "What are you doing?"

Valon sighed. "I 'ave Derma Teme…Teme…i's a skin condition tha' makes your 'ands 'n' feet turn green."

"Oh my gosh," she said sympathetically, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Yea. Alister Googled it 'n' the least painful cure is soakin' the infected areas in lizard pee."

"Oh, you poor thing" she said. "You know, there is another way to get rid of it."Valon looked up hopefully at her.

"Tell me," he said, a desperate expression on his face. "My feet 'n' 'ands are gonna smell like this forever at this rate."

"Next time, don't catapult a balloon filled with mud at me," said Skye innocently.

"Wha'? 'ow's tha' s'pposed to…oh you've gotta be kiddin' me!" he roared furiously, rising to his feet. He took his hands out of the containers to strangle was about the time Raphael stepped in.

"Valon, two things. One, don't you dare start trekking lizard pee through the family room; it's on your feet and I am not cleaning it up. Two, you hurt Skye and you'll regret it," he said sternly, the barest hint of a threat in his was enough to get Valon to sit back down and he folded his hands over his chest sullenly while Skye handed him a towel; he dried his feet off with it and got out of the chair.

"'ow do I get rid of this crud on my 'ands?"

"Make up remover," Skye said promptly. "I have some in the bathroom. Oh, and Valon?"

"What?"

"You've got something right here," she pointed out, gesturing to a spot under her own nose in emphasis.

"Right here?" Valon asked for clarification, mimicking her. Seconds later he realized he'd been trick and a look of disgust crossed his features. "Oh come on, Skye! Tha's nasty!" he growled, once again lifting his hands to strangle her.

"Valon." Raphael's voice was just a bit sharper this time."Fine," grumped the teenager irritably, stomping up the stairs angrily. "But there's revenge comin'!"

"Bring it," called Skye after him cheerfully. Once the teen was successfully out of view, she plopped down on the couch, laughing. Raphael sat next to her.

"You do know that he will be true to his word, right?"

"I know," she said, smirking. "I'll always be one step ahead of him."

Raphael looked at her and was about to say something, until he heard the sound of a balloon popping and the sound of a splash, followed by an extremely familiar scream. "Oh come on!"


Like I said, the person who guesses correctly the tv show that I got Valon's "disease" from will get a chapter of their choice. Please review?