Yo. This is Kara. Just would like to say that I am officially stopping the mafia story. I have received far too many complaints about it.

So, if you want to know:
1. your entrance (if you have not appeared yet),
2. your fate after the finale, or
3. the plot of the finale,
please email me, and I will tell you.

-Kara.

P.S. For those of you who wondering, I don't have H1N1...

...yet.

I am going to rush this and speed it up a little.

To Christine: Here is the long-awaited appearance of your dragon.
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"We are going to WHAT?"

Yiernoshi stared at Se Ern in horror.

After Maria had been admitted to the hospital section, Se Ern had proceeded to give them orders from the higher-ups back in Italy.

They were to invade the enemy base in five days.

Yiernoshi bit her lip nervously.

A raid was a good idea. Attack the enemy before they attack you. But they had not completed their training yet.

Everyone in the meeting room looked at her intently. She sighed, making up her mind.

"Everyone, train extra hard. Let's do this."
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Three days had passed since then. Maria showed no sign of improving, so Kah Yunn was to take her place in the raid.

Yiernoshi had finally developed a new, powerful technique. It had almost blown up the training room.

As for Christine, her training was going well. She was in the library, figuring out the secret behind the many boxes. She had solved it, too.

Except for one little problem...
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"Ancalagon! Get off!"

"Pyuu..."

Christine scowled, trying in vain to yank off the little red dragon clutching her arm in a death grip.

"Get off me!"

"Pyuu...?"

Ancalagon looked at her, and Christine thought she saw a glimmer of mischief in those huge golden eyes.

Christine's scowl deepened. Were'nt box weapons supposed to obey their masters?

Finally, Ancalagon let go, but not before scratching her viciously on the arm.

"Ow!"

Ancalagon soared off the table, flapped her wings frantically, and crashed to the ground.

Christine sighed resignedly.
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Victoria holstered her new weapon. The sword didn't feel right to her, so Sam had traded itfor this. It was much cooler, she had to admit.

Plus, she still had her handy golf club.
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"Aw," cooed Jeanine at dinner, the night before the raid. She watched with sparkling eyes as Ancalagon gobbled up sausage number fifteen.

"She's so cute!"

Christine sniffed disgustedly, looking at Jeanine fawning over her box weapon.

Traitor. She's nice to everyone but me.
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Finally, the day of the invasion. The infiltration squad consisted of Yiernoshi, Jeanine, Christine, Victoria, Se Ern, and Kah Yunn.

So far, they had been lucky. The guy guarding the entrance to the base was sleeping, allowing them to sneak in. So far, no alarms had sounded, and no enemy had spotted them.

As they crawled through the ventilation pipe, they heard a voice.

"Hmm, I hear rats crawling about."

The next thing they knew, the pipe collapsed, and they fell to the ground.

Yiernoshi looked up at their assailant, and came face to face with...

A pair of glowing red eyes.

Here are the TYL (Ten Years Later) references (according to flame type) for the Carbonara! From top to bottom: Yiernoshi-Sky (Sawada Tsuna) (TYL version is unknown); TYL Christine-Storm (Gokudera Hayato); Christine; TYL Victoria-Cloud (Hibari Kyouya); Victoria; TYL Claire-Rain (Yamamoto Takeshi); Claire; Maria-Mist (Chrome Dokuro-female reference) (TYL version is unavailable); TYL Maria (Rokudo Mukuro-male reference); Maria (male reference); TYL Se Ern-Sun (Sasagawa Ryohei); Se Ern; TYL Jeanine-Thunder (Lambo); Jeanine.

These references are based on flame attribute type. If your reference here is different from an earlier one, the earlier ones are personality references.

Those without the acronym TYL in front means that they are the non-TYL references, so that you can compare.

Next omake: The TYL Cheddocheezaria

I promised lots of people I'd update today, so here I am!

Just to clear up some doubts:

1) Eva Moore is a random character I made up. She taught Maria to create illusions.

2) Yes, Se Ern, the one right at the end of the previous chapter was you.
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Fixit frowned at the screen.

"As I thought, I don't have enough data to determine whether the signal I picked up is real or not..."

She jumped backwards in surprise, as her screen suddenly filled with rows of commas.

Sam peered at the screen.

"It's an emergency coded message."

Fixit frowned, typing away at the keys while Yiernoshi, Christine, Jeanine, and Victoria looked on.

"In our slang, a comma represents one head cut off. It's a code for killing. This...is the assassin squad's code!"

Assassin squad?

"Isn't that..." Yiernoshi started.
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Mitong paced up and down the hospital corridor.

That Shreenithi! Runs off on her own, leaving her squad behind, and she has to get herself heavily injured.

He scowled.

At least Shreenithi's Ring didn't get lost. Unfortunately, one of her boxes had disappeared.

The nurse opened the door to Shreenithi's ward.

"Sir."

"How is it?"

"Lord Shreenithi has regained consciousness. However, her jaw is broken, and she is in danger of infecting her many wounds."

Mitong sighed. One Captain, out of comission.
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Fixit frowned.

"This data contains a video, I believe. Give me a few more seconds to decode it."

A few moments later, she smiled triumphantly.

"Aha! I've decoded it! The signal comes from the Carbonara, after all. The digital signature matches."

Yiernoshi blinked.

"That means it really is them, then...the Carbonara Special Assassination Squad..."

Fixit pressed a button.

"It's playing now."

Yiernoshi focused her eyes on the screen, and...

"HEEEEEEEY!"

She blinked at a slightly familiar face on screen.

"Are your heads still attached, you brats!"

Christine gasped.

"That's the..."

Jeanine joined in.

"Future..."

"Chip!" gasped Yiernoshi.

It was indeed Chip. She swung her short ponytail out of the way as she grinned menacingly at the screen.

Kah Yunn rolled her eyes.

"Turn it down."

"Listen up, you brats-ow!"

A slim hand had appeared, pushing Chip off the sofa she had been sitting on, and onto the floor.

"OOOOII! Don't push me off!"

A sigh from the person off-screen.

She then stepped into view, and Yiernoshi recognised Gladys.

"Shaddap. This is my video, not yours, so quit messing around and deafening everyone. Go bother Bella or something."

Gladys turned to the screen.

"Listen. Don't go outside, even if you pick up the signal of a new ring."

A new head popped out from behind Gladys.

"If you wait very patiently, an instruction will arrive soon. Until then, stay put like good little kiddies~"

Christine frowned.

"Bella."

Gladys scowled.

"What are you doing here?"

Bella grinned.

"The princess is bored~I came here to bug you."

Gladys narrowed her eyes.

"If you interrupt me again, I'll kill you."

"I dare you."

The next thing Yiernoshi saw on screen was a three-person all-out fight as Chip, Gladys, and Bella scuffled.

A shoe came flying towards the screen, and...

The screen went blank.

Fixit groaned.

"They kicked the camera."

Jeanine frowned thoughtfully.

"What's that instruction they mentioned, anyways?"

"I guess they must be referring to her," Sam said. "She's just returned from Italy."

A step sounded behind them.

A waist-length ponytail swished.

All eyes went to the unconscious Maria in her arms.

"Se Ern, gatecrashing!"

Bah. I'm bored. Wheee.


Oneshot: Dance of The Pixies?

The sun slowly set upon Tuti, turning twilight to dusk. The wildlands rustled with the sounds of animals preparing to sleep, and the little folk slowly waking up.

Claire fluttered in and out of the long grass, absentmindedly humming a song which she had been hearing repeatedly since waking up. The source of which she was currently looking for, if for nothing else, to get it to stop.

Or Creator forbid, to find something to do.

"Oh!"

Lost in her thoughts, she had nearly crashed into a pixie, who though only a few inches tall, was a head taller than her.

" Hmmm...?"

Claire flittered to the ground gracefully, then stood back up again and brushing her dress down, looked around and asked,

"What are you doing?"
"Practicing."
"What kind of practice?"
"Dance."
"Funny kind of dance."

Which indeed it was, for the pixies were merely sitting on the ground, or on toadstools looking depressed. Some sighed.

The pixie she was talking to sighed as well.

"We're supposed to be doing a dance for the Pixie Ball, but though some of us actually know how to dance, we just can't create a dance."

Claire hummed while she thought, then grinned.

"Okay. I'll help you! Play the song!"

The pixie looked at her, then decided it wouldn't hurt and turned on the raydio (solar powered radio invented by the pixies)

"This is the chorus," She told Claire.

Claire thought for a while turned her head here, then there, then raised her leg, then the other leg, then did a weird body wave thing.

She nodded.

"I can work with this."

The pixie looked incredulous.

"Show us."

..............................................................

She wowed them.

.............................................................

The sun was about to rise when Claire finally headed home to sleep. She thought about the pixies she had met and smiled broadly to herself.

flashback

Claire told them sternly.

"Let's meet two suns from now, okay? And practice at home. Very important!"

"Can't wait!"

And she sped home.

..................................................

Few suns later, after practicing again and again and again and again and....Well, you get the idea, the pixies had gotten it.

Claire beamed.

"Excellent! You're going to knock the elder pixies' beards off!"

The pixies clapped excitedly, whispering among themselves as they headed home.

"We're gonna do it!"
"Bet she's just being optimistic."
"Think we suck"
"I like chocolate cake!"

..........................................

"Okay, show me."

So they did.

"Late!"
"Early"
"Again!"
"Again!"
"Again!"
"AGAIN!"

Claire yelled.

"What is wrong with you today? Tell me! Seven suns ago, you were perfect! What is this?!"

The pixies looked at each other, fidgeted. Each thinking: It's been so long since we've done this. Not the same if we don't do it together. Need a moment to remember.....Just. Please....... Another chance....Don't be angry, don't be angry.......Another chance.......Please......

Claire looked at them. Her lower lip trembled. In a low voice, she repeated.

"What is this."

And she fled.

....................

There was a moment's pause. The pixies looked at each other. Then away, nervously.

"We made Claire mad...."

Who said that?

The pixies looked around, then at the ground.

Fidgeted.

Then one by one, they excused themselves and left.

A slow crawl, then when out of sight, a fleet footed sprint, as if running from something.

Or perhaps.... Towards something?

......................

Claire trembled with suppressed rage, disappointment and...regret?

flashback

"Claire! We're going to the Glen to practice for the Faerie Ball, you coming?"

She shook her head, said no, she was doing something, a project, when in actuality, she was blocking for the pixies. Her heart ached, she wanted to dance...But she also wanted to do it for the pixies....

"Claire! Two suns! You haven't handed in this piece of work for two suns, Claire! If you don't buck up, your grades are going to fall!"

And Claire could not reply, could not say it was a misunderstanding. For it was true, anyway. She had spent her time polishing up the dance moves for the pixies.

It was a sacrifice. But worth it......

...Right?

Claire trembled.

"They have no idea what I've done for them......."

...................

A voice.

Then another.

Then yet another.

"Claire."
"Claire..."
"Claire?"
"Claire!"
"CLAIRE!"

She looked up. Saw their faces. Then remembered.

It was them.

The pixies.

Of course it was worth it.

She paused. Worth... it? Wor-th it?

She slapped herself. Of course it was!

They were her friends after all.

Her lower lip trembled as she looked up at them. Different faces, some pale, some dark, some tall, some....even shorter than Claire (Note. Chip) All looking concernedly down at her.

Her big brown(ish) eyes looked up at them.

"I..shouted at you....Do you hate me?"

And the smiles she got in response, the hands that reached out, were more than an answer.

"Let's go dance."

And they did.




Wheeeeeeee. P.S, Bella's world does not include selfishness, revenge, unforgiveness, or anything of that kind. That, and exaggeration form this story.

To those who actually manage to read to this point,

Have a cookie (virtual) (:

one-tee landers at 7/05/2009 11:54:00 PM

Hey guys.

The blogs kinda dead. Aside from the mafia stories.

So anyway, just posting on the status for the musical.

Here's the program:

1. Overture (1:48)

2. Prologue - Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats (5:08)

3. Jellicles Come to the Jellicle Ball (2:25)

4. Rum Tum Tugger (3:07)

5. Of the Aweful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles (4:57)

6. Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (4:19)

7. Macavity: The Mystery Cat (3:40)

8. Magical Mr Mistoffelees (3:00)

9. Memory (4:59)

10. Finale - The Jellicle Ball / Credits (4:28)

So yeah. Please remember to check emails. I'll be sending more details tomorrow so do keep on the lookout!

Oh yes and please bring your TAIL YARN on Tuesday. I will be conducting a session from 11.30am - 12 noon on tail making and ear making.

Thanks and I will keep you posted. Happy Youth Day!

claire the choreo cat xD

I know i'm lame.

Maria sighed, and leaned back against the old wall. She lifted up her hand, and looked at the ring frozen to her finger.

What exactly was going on?

She had been out grocery shopping, when all of a sudden something had come whizzing towards her, enveloping her in yellow smoke. When it cleared, she was here, in this dilipidated building.

A clunk sounded behind her.

"Who is it?"

A snow-white feather drifted in from the doorway.

A bird?

"Hehe...who would have thought that my next encounter with you would be with your past self? But still...it's here! It's really here!~"

Maria spun around to find a skinny young woman in a heavy white jacket and glasses. A snowy white owl enveloped in red flames flapped beside her, and she held a short stick alight with red flames.

She flipped her long braid out of the way.

"Let's begin, little Maria."

Maria blinked.

"...Who?"

"My name is Shreenithi. From your appearance, it appears that you've never time travelled before. It's kind of like Alice finding her way into Wonderland, don't you think?"

Maria frowned, confused.

"What?"

Shreenithi sighed.

"You're such a scrawny brat. I prefer the you you become in this era. But..."

She darted forward, like a white blur, and grabbed Maria's hand."

"Hmm...it's frozen. So that's why you didn't show up on the radar...But it's the real one. The ring, the Carbonara Ring!"

Maria yanked her hand back.

"It hurts!"

Maria yanked her knife out of its sheath in her bag.

"Get out!"

Shreenithi smirked.
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"Eh?"

Yiernoshi peered at the screen in the tech room.

"This is Maria?"

"Yes."

"But...she looks so different!"

Sam sighed.

"Ten years ago, shortly after the Ring Battles, Maria's two sidekicks were captured and killed in an attempt to capture Maria herself. Maria was rather deeply shaken by the death of the two she considered close friends, and as a result, she lost all her self confidence."

Yiernoshi squinted at the screen.

"But she's wearing a skirt!"

"School uniform."

"She goes to school?"

"Of course. She is, after all, your age."

Yiernoshi frowned thoughtfully.
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Maria dodged Shreenithi's stick and rolled to one side, wincing in pain at the two burns on her face.

"Magma!" she gasped. "Erupt from the floor!"

Immediately, pillars of fire erupted, sending chunks of floor flying everywhere.

Shreenithi smirked, walking straight through the fire.

"Very impressive. But this is only an illusion. Are you still going to use these childish tricks?"

She bounced a box in her hand.

"Like teacher, like student, I see. Both very pathetic."

"What?"
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Yiernoshi looked at a picture of a woman on the screen.

"And who is this?"

"We believe this is the one who taught Maria her skills, Eva Moore. She was rumoured to be one of the strongest illusionists ever. However, six months ago, a rumour was passed around that she had been defeated."

Sam pressed a button, and the picture of a lady with a long braid appeared on screen.

"The one that defeated her was the Captain of the White Tomatoes Eighth Squad, Shreenithi."
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Maria glared at Shreenithi.

"There's no way Master Eva could lose!"

Shreenithi smirked.

"Your knowledge is only up till ten years ago, hmm? Then allow me to show you...the magic of this era!"

Shreenithi's box opened, and the owl came soaring out. It flapped its wings, and a giant storm appeared, washing over Maria's fire columns.

"This is reality."

Not good...

Maria fumbled around on the ground, picked up a rock, and flung it at Shreenithi, hitting her nose.

Taking Shreenithi's distraction as an oppurtunity, she ran out.

She ran to the emergency shelter that had been there even when her friends were still alive. Panting, she crouched, hoping that Shreenithi wouldn't find her.

Her eyes began to close.

Don't sleep, little student.

Maria spun around.

Just now...that was Master Eva's voice!

Shreenithi laughed cruelly.

"Still running away? Coward."

I'm sure I heard Master Eva...

Turning around, she squinted into the darkness.

"Master Eva?"

Shreenithi snorted.

"She's dead, silly girl."

I'm over here. I've been behind you since earlier.

Maria spun around.

"Huh?"

The owl frowned at her. Suddenly, its golden eyes seemed to crack, revealing one blue eye and one brown eye.

Master Eva's eyes.

Now, let's begin, Maria.

Shreenithi frowned. What was that girl staring at?

Oh, yes. Her magnificent owl. It was grand, with that red aura...

"Wha?"

The red flame flickered. Suddenly, it wasn't red any more. It was...

...indigo.

"What?"

The owl swooped straight at Shreenithi.

Maria, take this chance. Run up the stairs.

Shreenithi stared at the owl.

"Those eyes...you're Eva Moore!"

The owl landed on a patch of rubble.

"Very good, Shreenithi. You grasped the situation pretty quickly."

"I will not stand for something so absurd! I've heard that you have the power of possession, but..."

Eva laughed quietly.

"Don't you remember? In the last battle, I scratched your little owl, didn't I? And you do know that just one scratch is good enough for possession...for me at least."

Shreenithi scowled.

"You...you...who's ever heard of possessing a box?"

"Well, I've done it, so what can I say?"

Meanwhile, Maria was crouched at the top of the steps.

Listen, Maria. For various reasons, I am unable to use a large amount of energy. Also, I do not think it is possible for you to escape. So...you will defeat her.

"Ok..."

You'll be fine. You have the Carbonara Ring.

Maria looked down at her finger.

"The ice...it's thawing..."

That Mist Ring will lend you all the power you need.
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Fixit gasped.

"We've picked up the signal of a new Ring!"

Yiernoshi peered at Fixit's screen.

"Isn't that Maria's hideout? It could be Maria with the Carbonara Ring!"

Kah Yunn frowned.

"Analyze that data. Now."

"Yes ma'am!"
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The owl was thrown out, and smashed into the wall next to Maria.

"Master Eva!"

I'm fine. But you should get rid of that nuisance first. Draw out the power of the Ring.

"The power of the Ring?"

Feed it your resolution.

Maria frowned. On her hand, the Ring burst into indigo flame.

She stretched out a hand.

"Erupt!"

Just like before, giant pillars of fire erupted.

"Incredible...but still fake."

"It didn't work?"

Make your illusions stronger. Like a proper illusionist. Do not say anything out loud, but instead imagine it.

"Okay..."

She frowned.

Multiply.

Immediately, a hundred or so knives appeared, encircling Shreenithi.

Shreenithi frowned.

"This is an illusion for sure...but which is the real one...?"

Maria held out her hand, and with a sudden movement, clenched her fist tightly.

The knives all flew towards Shreenithi...
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The wall of the old building exploded, and a bloody body flew out.

A shadow moved in the bushes.

"Am I too late? I hope she's alright..."

"Meow."