Hey guys! I need to apologize for something. I know that these chapters are slowly distancing themselves from Glory, and if you're mad at me, that's fine, but its kinda hard to come up with 24 reasons.

Glory: Now, he will be turning to face the greatest war in our history.

Starflight: Fatespeaker didn't start a war!

Reason #7: Promises

Can you take it all away; Can you take it all away; Well ya shoved it my face; This pain you gave to me

Tsunami sat in the driver's seat of her car, music blaring at full volume. She was waiting for sunny to get ready for their date. Tsunami still wasn't totally sure why she'd agreed to this. Earlier in the morning, they'd left Glory's apartment, looking like they'd been ravished by tornadoes. Which was partially true. Still. Sunny had needed to go home and clean up. While she did, Tsunami had visited her own home, and fixed herself up. She had driven back to the house, and now sat waiting in front of Sunny's apartment. Puddle of Mudd had been blasting for the last five minutes. Tsunami grabbed her phone, and switched the band to Shinedown. As Enemies began to play, Sunny hopped in the car. She heard the music, began to tap her feet, to the rhythm. Then, she lowered the volume, so that they weren't going deaf.

"This song reminds me of a quote. 'You have enemies? Good. That means that you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.'" She told Tsunami. Tsunami just nodded and raised the volume. Soon the two of them were singing at the very top of their lungs, driving down the highway. As they approached the restaurant, Tsunami got to thinking.

"Hey, Sunny…" She began. Sunny turned to face her from the passenger's side window. "You said something last night. You said…" Tsunami would've continued, but Sunny turned up the volume on the speakers. Tsunami tried to lower it again, but Sunny kept it as high as it would go. Tsunami, finally frustrated, pulled the car over and turned it off. "Listen. This is important." She told Sunny. Sunny just sat there, arms crossed, staring out the passenger side window. "You told me that you loved me, last night. Is that true?" Sunny just kept staring out the window, glaring into the world, like that would make something appear, and deal with the problem, instead of her. Finally, she sighed.

"Tsunami. I don't remember half of what I said. Most of what I don't remember, probably isn't true. And I think I'd remember telling you that I loved you." Sunny turned back to face the window, and Tsunami started the car, letting herself get lost in the music. She hadn't expected, nor cared whether or not it was true. So why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like there was a shard of glass in her heart, that wouldn't be dislodged? She drove until they came to the cafe. There, they sat down, and waited to be attended. Sunny sighed. "Look. I might not remember. But, if what you're saying is true, then prove it. Prove that I love you. Make me love you. I don't care how." She said, breaking the awkward silence between them. "Oh! While we're on the subject of things to remember, I never would have guessed that you'd get all of those right! When did your taste in music become so heavy? I thought you liked stuff that had a nice beat to it, and catchy lyrics?" She asked, trying to create some conversation between them. Tsunami shrugged.

"I found that heavier, more rock & Roll style music is much better at motivating someone." She answered. "And I never knew that your music playlist would be anything like mine. I thought you liked Taylor Swift, of all people." Sunny grinned.

"Oh. Honey. There's a great deal you don't know about me." She answered with a wink, just as the waiter came over. "One Caramel Frappuccino, please."

"I'll have just a regular coffee, please." Tsunami ordered absently. She was thinking too hard about what Sunny had just said. She missed the question. "I'm sorry, what?" She asked, again, absently.

"Decaf?" The waiter asked, and Tsunami shook her head.

"Hey, Sunny. You up for a swim?" Tsunami asked Sunny smiled a bit.

"I would be, but I have no suits. " Tsunami shrugged.

"You can borrow one of mine." She said. Then, seeing the look on Sunny's face, thought better of it. "We'll go buy you one." Tsunami stood up, left cash on the table, pulled sunny out of her chair, and walked out of the store.

Starflight sat in his room, thinking. He remembered most of the previous night, but there was something that made him feel… something. He wasn't exactly sure what he felt. There was something he always did when he was troubled. He was troubled because he didn't know how he felt. He walked over to his closet, and opened it. Staring back at him were at least three suits on hangars, shelves full of folded clothes, and some scarves. He reached for the top, dust-covered shelf. He felt around blindly, until his hand found what it was looking for. Starflight gripped the dusty, rough plastic handle, and pulled. The guitar case came off of the shelf with a great puff of dust, causing Starflight to cough violently. Once his coughing fit ended, he looked to where the large black case sat, hanging from the handle, resting comfortably in his hand. He walked over to the bunk bed, and sat on the edge. He set the case in his lap, and unlatched it. Lifting the lid, he stared at the last gift he ever received from his father before he was killed in action. The hand-crafted guitar sat comfortably in the case. He reached in, and pulled it out, running his hand gently over the well-worn wood. He felt for the inscription on the back. Chronos. The name of the guitar. He'd named it Chronos, because it wasted plenty of precious time, while he learned to play. He set the guitar in his lap, and began to play. Hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence, his fingers grazed the strings, caressing them, creating soft, rhythmical tones. His hands eventually began to move faster, and the random notes began to sound like a tune. "My Life" by Billy Joe began to resonate through the room. Slowly, he transferred to other songs that he knew. He didn't hear his door creak open, because he was strumming through the opening to piano man. He didn't see anything, because his eyes closed, as he entered the chorus of "Second Wind". He didn't hear the quiet cough, because he was whistling along though the mental band in "For the longest time". Eventually, a hand touched his shoulder, and he stopped playing. He opened his eyes, to find that it was near 10:00 in the morning, and Fatespeaker in front of him. He blushed badly, and mumbled.

"It's been a long time since I last played, that was probably pretty bad." He hurriedly put away the guitar, and sat back down on his bed, still not looking at her. Eventually, he asked, "Did you need something?"

"No. I just heard guitar music, and came to see what you were listening to." She answered. They'd been sharing an apartment for almost two years now. Fatespeaker never did anything without a reason.

"Seriously. Why'd you come?" Fatespeaker sighed.

"I got a tip from someone who will remain anonymous to you, that you left the party last night in a sort of depressed mood." Starflight looked up. He hadn't left the night of the party, he'd left the morning after. Someone in that apartment had sold him out to her. Someone was going to die.

"No. I'm not depressed, I'm preoccupied." Fatespeaker gave him a look that said, "uh huh, sure." Starflight glanced at the floor. "I'm not sure whether I'm in love, or not, and whether or not they might, just maybe, like me back. Oh, and its two people." Fatespeaker moved from the chair nest to his desk, to the open space on the bed next to him.

"So, who is it?" She asked.

"I have to have your word that you won't tell a single person about this." He said sternly. Fatespeaker nodded solemnly. "It's Sunny…" He paused for a moment. There was no way she was going to accept this.

"Go on!" She urged him. Starflight sighed. He was in too deep to pull away now.

"And Riptide."

Tsunami waited outside that changing room. So far, they'd been to three stores, and hadn't found one that Sunny had liked. Finally, sitting here outside the changing rooms in the Macy's Sunny was trying on a one piece that she'd found that she liked. The door to the changing rooms opened slowly, and out stepped Sunny. Tsunami fell backwards.

"Whoah!" She cried out. Sunny ran over.

\ "You okay?" She asked. Tsunami just nodded wordlessly. The simple, sand colored suit that clung to the small, almost childish frame of Sunny's body seemed to glimmer in the lights.

"Nice suit. We'll take it." Tsunami got out. Sunny beamed a smile at her, and ran back into the changing room. Tsunami dashed around the corner, grabbing for tissues, the neck of her shirt pressed to her nosebleed. She got back to the changing rooms, and Sunny gasped.

"You told me you were okay!" She ran over, the suit in her hands. Tsunami waved her off.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about me." She pulled Sunny over to the cash register. They paid for it quickly, and hopped in Tsunami's car. Music blasting, Tsunami pulled out of the store parking lot and onto the road. "It just occurred to me, but do you know how to swim?" Tsunami asked. Sunny nodded.

"My mom wanted me to learn how to swim so that if anything happened on my dad's boat, I could swim." She said. Tsunami nodded, then backtracked.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, back up a few steps there. Your dad's boat?" She asked. Sunny nodded. Tsunami realized just then that they had never heard about Sunny's parents. She suddenly realized what Sunny had meant in the coffee shop. "On that topic, who were your parents?" Sunny just turned to face her window. Tsunami sighed. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about them. Look. We're here." She nodded to where the pool complex sat on an ocean of green grass, and fresh pavement. She pulled into her parking spot and shut off the car. She stepped out, and noticed that Sunny hadn't moved. She leaned into the driver's side, and asked, "You coming?" Sunny jerked awake, and nodded, grabbing her swim suit, and hopping out of the car. They walked to the building, and to the girls' locker room. Tsunami opened her locker, before another thought hit her. "You need a locker. Use the one next to me. We'll get you a permanent one later." She said. Sunny nodded, and got changed. Tsunami changed into her ocean-blue swimsuit, and grabbed her goggles, and her spares. "Here." She said, tossing her spare goggles to Sunny. Sunny just nodded wordlessly, and followed Tsunami out to the pool.

"Tsunami, what are you doing?" She asked, as Tsunami closed and locked all of the doors to the pool.

"We're alone now, and it's going to stay that way." She said. Sunny just nodded. Once Tsunami came back, she looked at Sunny. Sunny looked into Tsunami's blue eyes. The epiphany struck them at the exact same time.

"Dives." Was all they said, before they ran over to the diving board, Tsunami leading the way. Tsunami dove first, trying to swan dive, but crashing face-first into the water. Sunny went next, trying to do a flip, but landing in the water only halfway through the flip, her back crashing into the water, sending up a meteor-like wave, nearly drowning Tsunami. Crashing through the surface of the water, Tsunami coughed and sputtered.

"Were you trying to drown me?" She asked incredulously, after getting out of the pool. Sunny just clasped her hands in front of her, and made an innocent face.

"Me? I'm incapable." She said, in the sweetest voice she could. Tsunami laughed.

"Okay. This time, you're diving first." Sunny groaned. Retribution. She got up on the diving board, and dove in smoothly, trying to reach the bottom of the 12 foot deep pool. She came up, after trying to avoid the dive, but Tsunami cannonballed right next to her, creating a wave that pulled Sunny under, and dragged her nearly all the way across the pool. As she rose out of the water, trying to catch her breath, Tsunami sat on the edge of the pool, laughing. Sunny pouted, and swam over to where Tsunami sat.

"That was a bit much you know." She said. Tsunami nodded.

"It probably was. Still," She grinned softly, and leaned in towards Sunny. "It was worth it." She whispered, before planting her lips on Sunny's. Unknown to them, behind one of the bleachers, sat someone with ill will towards sunny, and a camera. Fatespeaker snapped picture after picture of the two, acquiring blackmail material. Meanwhile, Sunny reached up, and grabbed the back of Tsunami's head, forcing their kiss deeper. Then, she pulled Tsunami into the water with her. Both girls came up laughing, and gasping for breath.

"You just couldn't let it go, huh?" Tsunami asked between breaths. Sunny smiled.

"Not if you're the one I'm kissing." She answered, pulling Tsunami in for a hug. "I love you." She whispered, so that Tsunami alone could hear it.

Thanks for reading! A giant thank-you to Foxelz for helping me with this chapter. If you want to rage at me, feel freee to do so in the comments or in a P.M. Just don't rage at the other readers. Please. Turn your anger on me. Anyways, Thanks for reading! Don't forget to review.

Sunny: I'm not sure exactly how this is going.

Tsunami. It'll be fine. I think.