Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ A Knight's Work Is Never Done ❯ Disturbances ( Chapter 1 )

A Knight's Work Is Never Done

Chapter 1: Disturbances

 

BY: GINSAN

 

 

"Good morning Class."

 

"Good morning Mr. Hijira."

 

"I see everyone is here today. Before I begin class, we have a new student joining us. Jordan Mallone. He just moved here from America with his family. He is here in class with us, because he scored Perfect marks on all his entrance exams. I'd like you all to make him feel welcome. Come on in Mr. Mallone."

 

The door to the classroom opened once again as a rather tall, some what good looking, American walked in. Standing a little over six feet, his hair was a dark blond with reddish highlights, pulled back and tied behind his head. Even though his eyes were narrowed a little, their whitish-jade color showed through. It was quite obvious that it would be hard to miss him in a crowd of people. He walked up to Mr. Hijira's desk.

 

"Well Mr. Mallone, there's an empty seat in the back next to Ms. Mizuno. Ami, wave your hand."

 

A blue haired girl up in the back row raised her hand. Jordan looked up at her, and nodded his head slightly.

 

"Typically, new students give a little introductory speech. Would you care to give one Mr. Mallone?"

 

"No, I wouldn't care to give one." Jordan's deep, yet soft voice shocked the whole class as he made his way to the empty seat, ignoring the staring faces of the class and the teacher as he sat down.

 

"Um, well ah, ahem." Mr. Hijira was a little taken a back by Jordan's answer, and subsequent actions. "I guess we should start class then. Everybody ah, take out your textbooks and we'll start on Chapter 7: Advanced Trigonometry."

 

The teacher started droning on, and most of the class started taking notes. Jordan however, sat back in his seat and pulled out a small book and started reading it instead. He held it in such a way that the teacher wouldn't notice. Ami noticed and shrugged her shoulders. If the guy didn't want to pay attention then it would be his fault when he got a lousy grade on the test tomorrow.

 

Eventually, the bell rang for the class to end and Jordan left. Ami figured the rude American was only in her class for First Period. Unfortunately, he showed up again at Fourth Period for Physics 2. Ami sighed as the kid repeated the same performance as earlier. And he still sat in the seat next to her. She was completely unprepared for what was going to happen next.

 

 

"Good morning class."

 

"Good morning Dr. Watanabe."

 

"I take it, that you are our new student, Mr. Mallone?" Dr. Watanabe spoke up to the new face sitting next to Ami.

 

Jordan smirked from his seat. "Looks that way doesn't it? Or do I have a twin I don't know about?"

 

Dr. Watanabe frowned at him. "I would advise you Mr. Mallone, that I do not tolerate rudeness in this classroom."

 

Jordan shrugged, and leaned back into his seat. "You're the teacher."

 

"That's right, I am the Teacher. I'd advise you not to forget that fact." She turned back, to address the rest of the class. "Now, today we'll be studying Theoretical Quantum Physics." At the several groans from various students, Dr. Watanabe smiled. "Now, now, you only have to put up with it for today and tomorrow. To begin..."

 

Ami listened attentively to the teacher as she began to give her lesson. She glanced over at Jordan to see if he was still reading his book. Boy was she in for a surprise. He wasn't reading his book, but taking notes on what the teacher said and actually seemed to be paying attention.

 

The class was nearly over, when the totally unexpected happened.

 

Jordan asked a question. "Excuse me, Dr. Watanabe."

 

Dr. Watanabe stopped speaking, and looked up at Jordan, who had his hand raised. "Yes Mr. Mallone, and this better not be another snide remark."

 

Jordan stood up. "No, it's not. I wanted to ask a question. How do you know for a fact that space-time is linear? From every material on the subject I've ever been able to read, it seems to me that everything would make a whole lot more sense, if Space-Time was an all encompassing sphere."

 

Jordan sat back down as the whole class looked at him with blank expressions. Ami gave him an odd look, and the teacher stared at him for a minute. The thought of Space-Time being spherical, had obviously never occurred to her.

 

"Well, um. Wow. I do believe Mr. Mallone, that if you have that figured out you are about ten steps ahead of me on this subject. I guess we should see if this theory of yours can prove to be effective."

 

The teacher spent the rest of the class at the black board, going through theorem after theorem using Jordan's hypothesis about Space-Time. She was still at it when the bell rang for dismissal to lunch. The whole class stayed in their seats, torn between lunch and seeing what the final result would be on the equation. Jordan, however, got up from his seat, and casually walked out, a huge smirk plastered across his face. The teacher, of course, was still trying to solve the equation.

 

Ami was about to get up and leave herself, when she noticed a piece of paper that Jordan had dropped on the floor. She picked it up and looked it over. It appeared to be the equation that Dr. Watanabe was working on. This version though, had the answer and something else. Two times were written on the paper. One at the top, at the start of the equation; and one at the bottom, where the solution was. The difference between times almost made Ami dizzy. He'd solved it in under five minutes. It had taken Ami ten minutes, and that was with the help of her mini-computer. She slipped the paper into her book, and quickly left the class room, hoping to catch Jordan. Unfortunately, he was no where in sight among the mass of other students. Considering his height advantage over most of the school, she found that odd.

 

* * *

 

That day after school, the arcade was a scene of mass confusion. This highly confusing scene greeted Ami and a few of her friends as they entered the arcade.

 

"Andrew, what's going on?" Ami asked the guy who ran the arcade.

 

"Ah, Ami! You girls missed it. That new kid, the one from the high school, he just got the High Score on all eleven Sailor V games, and with a perfect score no less." He kept talking, oblivious to the shocked and hurt looks on Ami and a few of her friends. They had worked hard to get the top scores.

 

"Now, he's over at the racing game where he's been for the last half hour, challenging people to try and beat him. So far, no one's been able to." He stopped for a second and gave a sideways glance at one of Ami's friends. "Care to challenge him, Amara?"

 

She shrugged. "Sure, why not. He might be a bit of challenge."

 

Amara smiled to herself, as she made her way to the line at the game. As soon as everyone saw the relatively tall blond, they all got out of the way to let her pass.

 

Within about five minutes, she was sitting in the machine next to Jordan. "Okay pal, let's see how good you really are."

 

Jordan smirked, as he waited for the game to start.

 

In the meantime, Ami and the rest of her friends crowded around the machines.

 

The game started with Jordan and Amara neck and neck, until the last few laps of the game.

 

"You drive slow." With those words, Jordan somehow managed to speed ahead of Amara, and by the end of the last lap, he had lapped her.

 

Silence settled across the arcade. Amara's knuckles turned white as she stared at the screen, which was blinking 'You Lose'.

 

Jordan sat at his seat with that same smirk. "You could always try again." He looked over at her with the smirk still on his face.

 

She nearly broke the machine when she hit the continue button.

 

Half an hour later, the arcade was deserted except for Ami, Amara, the rest of Ami's friends, Andrew, and Jordan as 'You Lose' flashed across Amara's screen for the fifth game in a row. Jordan got up from the game and stretched, touching the ceiling as he put his arms up into the air. He picked up his blue jacket from the back of his machine and slipped it on. The colored crystals on the back made it look odd.

 

"That was fun. You were almost a challenge for me," he said to Amara, as the steering wheel of the game snapped off in her hands.

 

Two of Ami's friends stared at Jordan in awe.

 

The long haired blond with the big, red bow in her hair spoke first. "Wow. You were awesome. Can we have your autograph?"

 

Jordan looked at them for a minute. "Sure, anything for my fans."

 

He pulled out a pen, and wrote something on the pieces of paper they gave him. Then he walked away and over to the crane machine and slipped a few coins into it. The two girls stood staring at the two pieces of paper, as what was written on them slowly sank in. They looked up as Jordan snagged a prize in the machine and pulled it out to look at it. A look of pure rage came over the tall, brown haired girl.

 

Quickly, Ami and the remaining two girls restrained her. "Calm down Lita. What did he write?"

 

Lita shoved the piece of paper into Ami's face. She looked at it for a second. "Oh my. Um. I can see why you'd be upset, Lita, but it's not going to be worth it to cream the guy. He's a jerk. Has been all day."

 

Jordan's cell phone rang and he pulled it out and answered it. A few seconds later, a slightly bitter look came across his face and he threw his prize, a little Sailor V doll, into the trash as he walked out of the arcade. As soon as he did, the girls had to turn from restraining Lita, to restraining the blond.

 

"Down, girl. Chill out, Mina. I'm sure he didn't know what he was doing."

 

Outside, a motorcycle started up and zoomed off. Almost like it was a signal, Amara finally got up from the racing game and came up to the others. She stormed out past everybody, the broken steering wheel still clutched in her hands.

 

"Amara, where are you going?"

 

"To blow off some steam before I kill somebody. Come on Michelle."

 

A few minutes later, Mina ran to the trash can, grabbing the doll out of it. "Ohhh! Just wait till I get my hands on that guy. First he insults my intelligence, then he insults me! Come on you adorable little doll you. You can just come home with me."

 

Andrew stared after the girls as they left, trying to figure out Mina's last remark. "I think she's finally snapped." He turned his attention back to the broken racing machine, and sighed. "Well, at least I have something to do until more customers find out that Amara's not going to kill someone. At least in here anyway."

 

* * *

 

"You home, Nickie?" A door slammed closed shortly after the now familiar voice of Jordan asked. "If you are, I'll be starting dinner in five minutes."

 

Jordan walked from the front door to the large room that looked to currently be used for a family room. There he saw his sister sitting in a large chair, remote in her hand and clicking away, looking for something to watch. In the chair next to her sat a pink haired girl that looked about his sisters age.

 

"I'll take that as a yes. I see you brought a friend home with you?"

 

His sister got up and nodded, gesturing at the pink haired kid. "One, how many times do I have to tell you to quit calling me Nickie. It's Morgan. You know I hate my middle name. Two, her name's Rini. She's in my class at school."

 

Rini ran up to him and bowed. "Nice to meet you. Morgan says you go to the high school, and that you're in all the advance classes. Do you know my friend Ami Mizuno? She's really smart too, and goes to the Einstein School sometimes after real school is over. She also helps me and a few other friends with our homework a lot. Since she's not here, can you help us with our homework?"

 

Jordan stared at her. "You mean that blue haired girl in Physics class? Unfortunately, I think I have to sit next to her in a couple of classes. She didn't seem that smart to me. Took her ten minutes to solve a simple equation."

 

"You think Mom and Dad will mind if she has dinner with us?"

 

Jordan snapped, and turned around to face his sister. "How can Mom and Dad care when they're not going to fucking be here. They suddenly developed business meetings, as always, and promptly dropped us out of their schedules yet again. I don't care if your friend stays for dinner or not, just keep her out of my hair."

 

Jordan turned and started to walk away, but he didn't get three steps before...

 

"Ohhh! You said a bad word. I'm going to tell on you," said Rini.

 

Jordan's sister groaned. Jordan turned, and nailed the little pink haired brat with a vicious look.

 

"Oh, and who the Hell are you going to tell, you damned little bitch? My parents? If they cared about what I just said, it would be the first time they cared about anything but themselves in three damned years. Now shut your little fucking mouth, or I might decide not to fix dinner, and throw you off the roof instead."

 

Rini burst into tears as he headed for the kitchen.

 

His sister sighed and wrapped an arm around Rini. "I told you not to make him mad. He hasn't exactly been Mr. Nice Guy, since L.A. If you stop crying, I'll go get you a Popsicle. Strawberry flavor."

 

Rini stopped crying almost immediately. "For real?"

 

"For real. Let ME go get it." Entering the kitchen to get the promised frozen treat, she scolded her brother. "You didn't have to cuss her out, much less make her cry, you know."

 

Jordan laughed to himself as Morgan got a Popsicle out of the freezer. "Probably not, though it sure made my day." He looked at the Popsicle. "I take it, you bribed the brat to stop crying?"

 

Morgan walked up to the counter, to see what he was cooking for dinner.

 

He moved aside to let her get a better look. "We'll be having spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. I'll go eat up in my room. Probably wouldn't be able to eat down here anyway with her around."

 

She started to leave, then stopped in the doorway of the kitchen to ask him something.

 

Jordan beat her to it. "Dinner will be ready in an hour. And yes, your other friend in there can stay for dinner as well. She was smart enough to keep her mouth shut."

 

Morgan growled at him, as she stormed out of the kitchen and delivered the Popsicle bribe to Rini. She plopped into her vacated chair and glared at the TV for a few minutes before sighing and turning to her other friend.

 

"Jordan said that you can stay as well, Hotaru. Apparently, he likes you since he didn't say anything about you, other than that you know how to keep quiet. Consider yourself lucky." After a couple of minutes of silence, Morgan started flipping channels again. "By the way, we're having spaghetti and meatballs. After one bite of it, you'll be hooked. Just thought I'd warn you in advance."

 

Hotaru nodded and went back to the book she had been reading from when Jordan had come in. "So, you guys come up with an answer to the question yet?"

 

Rini thought for a minute. "13?"

 

Morgan thought for a second, since obviously Rini had gotten it wrong. "Uh. 14?"

 

Hotaru sighed. "No. The answer, is..."

 

"12. The square root of 144 is 12. Geeze. I though you had been studying your times tables Nickie."

 

Jordan's response came unexpectedly from the kitchen. Hotaru, and Rini stared at Morgan for a few seconds.

 

"He does that a lot too. And it's Morgan!"

 

True to his word, Jordan ate up in his room, while the girls had the dinning room to themselves. They talked a little bit about their homework, and tried not to talk about Jordan.

 

Up in his room, Jordan devoured his dinner to the accompaniment of music blaring from his stereo, hopefully drowning out any noise from downstairs. After eating, the next fifteen minutes were devoted to the few homework assignments he had gotten. After that, he headed back downstairs to clean up after dinner.

 

Morgan and her friends were back in the family room, finishing their homework together.

 

Jordan had just finished cleaning the dishes and putting the leftovers away, when his sister came in. "Hey. Guess what?"

 

Jordan turned to look at her, and glared. "Hmm, let me guess. They're ready to go home and you expect me to take them. Right?"

 

"Nailed it in one, as always."

 

He glared at her for a minute. "You better be ready to pay for this later. Tell Rini to go wait outside. I'll take her first, and swing back for Hotaru."

 

"How did you know her name? Never mind, stupid question. 'I don't know, I just do.' Well, one of these days, you're going to teach me how to do stuff like that."

 

He smirked and walked out of the kitchen, grabbing his jacket on the way out the front door.

 

He hopped on his motorcycle, and waited for Rini to come outside. "Since I have to take you, I might as well make sure you don't bust your skull open, no matter how much that probability might amuse me."

 

He tossed her a slightly smaller helmet and waited for her to put it on. After a minute of her just standing there, he growled at her. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a motorcycle? Geeze. Trust me, I know how to drive it and you'll get home in one piece." He waited a second. "Unless you tick me off, by making me wait longer."

 

She gulped, and hastily put on the helmet. After a bit of bungling, she managed to get on the motorcycle behind Jordan.

 

"Hang on tight!"

 

He gave her barely three seconds to do so before taking off. Within half an hour, they were at her house. He waited impatiently for her to get off and give back the helmet. He left as soon as she was off.

 

Jordan arrived back at the house half an hour later to pick up Hotaru. He tossed her the helmet and waited as she put it on. "You're not afraid of motorcycles too, are you?"

 

She smiled, as she finished buckling on the helmet. "Not unless you drive like Amara during a Rally."

 

"Amara. Amara. That name sounds familiar. I wonder if it's that girl I beat at the arcade today. Blond hair, somewhat tall, and dressed in a guy's school uniform?"

 

Hotaru nodded, as she pulled down the visor and got on behind him. "Sounds like her. What game did you beat her at?"

 

"That pathetically simple racing game. I only had to do it six times in a row before she broke the game."

 

Hotaru managed a surprised croaking sound before Jordan took off. When they finally got to her house, he was greeted with a bit of a surprise. Amara had walked out, to see who was bringing Hotaru home. Jordan laughed and blew her a kiss, before taking off and heading back home.

 

Amara watched him drive off, before looking at Hotaru.

 

"Who was that?"

 

"That was Jordan, he's the older brother of a friend I met in school today. They just moved here from America. You've already met him though. He was the guy that beat you at the racing game."

 

Hotaru waited just long enough to see the look of rage that came over Amara's face, before laughing and dashing for the house.

 

Amara started running in after Hotaru, shouting at her the whole way. "Start spilling! I want to know everything about that jerk, so I can cream him later."

 

* * *

 

"Come on you stupid light. Change already."

 

Amara glared at the red light from her motorcycle. She'd been there for five minutes already with no traffic anywhere in sight, and it still hadn't changed. She was about to run it, when a sleek, shiny, green motorcycle pulled up next to her. The rider wore a blue jacket over what looked to be a guy's school uniform from her school. She couldn't tell who it was though since the helmet covered his face, but he seemed familiar. She had him nailed in an instant as soon as he talked.

 

"Race you to the school. And for a bet, how about this. Loser has to wear the school's girl uniform for a month."

 

She glared at him, revving her engine. "You're on. I can't wait to see how you look in a skirt, you pompous jack-ass."

 

"My, my, such language. Glad you agreed. GO!"

 

Jordan took off just as the light turned green. Amara wasn't far behind though. They were neck and neck for a while, but Jordan suddenly veered down an alley and Amara gloated to herself. It was a dead end, and had been for years. If he had lived in town for a while, he'd have known that. She kept on going, knowing that she had the race in the bag.

 

Within about five minutes, she was pulling up to the school feeling rather full of herself. That is, until she noticed a certain green motorcycle, complete with rider, already sitting in front of the school.

 

"Where have you been, I've been waiting for you to get here."

 

"Wha? How? How did you get here before me? That alley was a dead end."

 

"Yes, it WAS a dead end. As of yesterday, they opened it up to remodel one of the stores."

 

The smug look on his face was too much. Amara snapped. She jumped off her bike and leaped at Jordan. She had her hands balled into fists ready to beat that smirk off his face. Only problem was, when she got to where he was standing he wasn't there anymore. He was sitting up on the wall that surrounded the school, smirk still in place.

 

"Temper, temper. If it means so much to you, you don't have to wear the girl's uniform, though I'm sure you'd look much better in a skirt. Then again, I somehow doubt anything could ever make a face like that look better."

 

Amara had had it with this arrogant little American. Other kids from the school were gathering around, waiting for her to jump up onto the wall and beat the snot out of Jordan. He however, simply fell over the wall backwards, flipping onto his feet. He laughed, before walking towards the buildings. He was gone by the time Amara got to the top of the wall.

 

"You're dead you little brat, you hear me!"

 

The students that had gathered around to watch Amara beat on the new kid, quickly found themselves running for their lives. Their laughter at the situation had brought Amara's wrath down upon themselves. After everyone scattered, Amara's anger slowly subsided as she made her way to class. Thoughts of how to make Jordan pay swam through her head the rest of the day.

 

* * *

 

"Class. Put everything away except for a calculator, a pencil, and a few pieces of scrap paper if you are so inclined. I hope you are all ready for today's test. Especially you Mr. Mallone. Yes, I am quite aware of how you spent your time in my class yesterday."

 

"Why Mr. Hijira, whatever could you mean? I assure you, I paid the utmost attention to you yesterday morning. Though I did find that my book had more of a personality to it than your teaching."

 

Jordan barely kept himself from laughing out loud, though a few students didn't manage quite so well. Mr. Hijira glared at Jordan and the laughing students, until the class finally quieted down again.

 

"In that case Mr. Mallone, I expect you to score very high on this test. Otherwise, I will see to it that you are removed from this class."

 

Jordan shrugged and sat back in his seat. He picked up his pencil, and started in on the test as it was passed to him. He quickly made his way through the questions. After about twenty minutes, he stood up and walked towards the teacher's desk.

 

"A question Mr. Mallone?"

 

Jordan laughed before putting his test in front of Mr. Hijira.

 

"Yah. I'm done, can I go now?"

 

The whole class stopped, as they waited to see how Mr. Hijira would handle this.

 

"You can go wait in your seat until the bell rings as everyone else who finishes will do."

 

The class went back to doing their tests, trying to hide their smirks. Jordan shrugged and went back to his seat to finish his book.

 

The rest of the period passed in silence. When the bell rang, the class sighed. Most of them hadn't even come close to finishing and they were glad it was over. Ami had managed to finish about fifteen minutes after Jordan. She had spent the rest of the time staring at him. Obviously he was a genius, but why did he try so hard to make people dislike him?

 

Mr. Hijira waved his hands to get the class's attention. "Remember, scores will be posted tomorrow during lunch."

 

 

 

 

The day passed pretty quickly. Physics passed by somewhat better than yesterday's class. Jordan kept his mouth shut, though that was mostly due to the fact that he read the whole period. Apparently, Theoretical Quantum Physics no longer interested him.

 

Just as the day was coming to an end, Jordan became the center of attention once again.

 

Ami was just coming out of the office when she heard the rumors. She was slightly surprised by the outcome, but she had known what started the rumor was bound to happen sooner or later.

 

Victor was an foreign student from Germany. He hadn't been at the school for more than three weeks before he had made himself a reputation as a bully. He gathered a group of thugs, and used them to bully all the other foreign kids into either doing him favors, or giving him their lunches or money. Ami knew he would come after Jordan eventually, and she was surprised to find herself feeling smug at the thought of Jordan getting bullied.

 

That feeling changed to surprise very quickly though as the story progressed, and ended with grudging admiration at the end. Apparently, Vic and his goons caught up with Jordan towards the end of Physical Education, while he was alone in the small gym. No one was clear on what happened inside, except for four facts: Vic and his goons were found unconscious; some of Vic's goons had size eleven sneaker prints on their faces; Jordan didn't have a scratch on him and was found shooting basketballs through the hoops; finally, Jordan was wearing size eleven sneakers at the time.

 

* * *

 

Jordan could be found later that afternoon across the street from the arcade. Somehow, he always seemed to beat everybody to the arcade after school. This time though, he was sitting on his motorcycle, seemingly waiting for something or someone. He snorted to himself, as he saw that obnoxious little pink haired brat from last night. He was about to take off, when he saw a funny looking gray cat start to run from his side of the road, directly across it. It appeared to be running straight towards the brat. He was about to shrug it off, but he noticed a fast moving truck coming up the road. At which point, the cat saw it, and froze. Right in the middle of the truck's path.

 

Immediately, Jordan jumped from his motorcycle, and sprinted across the road. In two steps, he was at the cat. As he was taking his third step, he snatched up the cat and stepped onto the sidewalk. He held the cat up, and looked at it.

 

"Next time, runt, use a crosswalk. It's safer than running out in front of truck about a hundred times your size."

 

His almost nice moment didn't last. Rini came running up to him.

 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved my kitty. Thank you so..."

 

He snarled at her, and the look on his face made her stop talking.

 

"Your cat? Geeze, no wonder it's so scrawny. You probably starve it to death, cause you keep talking to it, instead of feeding it. Here."

 

With that, he threw the cat right at her, catching the cat, and Rini off guard. That would have been the end of the whole scene, except for two people, and two other cats, who had also seen what had happened.

 

The blond from yesterday, Mina, seemed to have multiplied. There was another blond standing next to her. She did look kind of familiar. Jordan thought she might be in his Reading class. Both of them were running towards him, and screaming at him. And the two cats on their shoulders seemed to be yelling as well.

 

Instead of waiting around for them to catch him, he bolted back across the street, between two cars, and leaped onto his motorcycle. Within about fifteen seconds, he was zooming off down the road, leaving all three girls, and their cats behind, screaming their heads off.

 

* * *

 

"You're kidding! He didn't have a scratch?" A slightly annoying, and high pitched voice asked. "Is this guy from another planet or something? Vic's a tough fight, even for Lita."

 

"Serena, would you please quit saying that every other person is from another planet. It's getting to be annoying." A slightly superior voice spoke out. "Could we please get back to the subject of why Luna is so worked up?"

 

Serena issued a high pitched whine. "You're always yelling at me, Rae. Why can't you ever be nice?"

 

"Because every time I am nice to you, you ruin my mangas."

 

"That isn't my fault! Rini keeps sneaking into my room, and getting her dirty little hands on them."

 

"If you would just be a little more responsible...."

 

The two quickly entered their own world of arguing, and yelling, ignoring everyone else in the room.

 

The other three girls in the room, plus two cats, sighed. The girls looked back at the black cat, who seemed to be upset. She had come in a few minutes ago, during the talk about Jordan. They had already covered the scene from in front of the arcade that day, and Lita had just told about what had happened in the gym.

 

Ami sighed again, trying to ignore Serena and Rae.

 

"Why do you look so worried Luna? Is something wrong?"

 

The cat sighed, and nodded her head.

 

"I think so. Artimus agrees with me, too. We've both been feeling some strange energy patterns around town. Most of them have felt evil, or at least extremely violent. We think something really nasty has appeared. It's just a matter of time before it shows itself to us. We want you ALL to be on your guard."

 

Her last few words had been loud enough to snap Serena, and Rae out of their argument.

 

"We would also like you to keep an eye on this Jordan person. He moved into town just about the time some of these energy patterns started showing up. We can't quite put our paws on it, but there is something about him. If he does anything the least bit suspicious, we want you girls to tell us. For now, why don't you girls get started on your homework. I believe that someone has an English test tomorrow."

 

Her last statement was met with another whine from Serena, as she was reminded of one of her least favorite subjects.

 

"Come on, Serena, I'll help you out. I have a test in it tomorrow too."

 

Mina took Serena over to a corner of Rae's room, and helped her start on her studying.

 

Ami sat with a thoughtful expression on her face, and an empty work sheet in front of her.

* * *