Yuki barely shifted her attention. She merely, nodded her acknowledgment. "Forgive us for causing such a commotion," she whispered softly, though never stepping out of her stance.

She glanced at her brother and the American and with a whispered, "Release" the two were no longer bound by Word Spell. Her brother stepped into a fighting stance instantly, the slightly taller of the two glaring daggers at the American.

"Unfortunately, my brother and I will not back down unless we can come to a resonable agreement."

****

Kimihiro never took his eyes off of the American. "Reasonable means apolgizing and then we leave and you leave," he added, curling his arm up behind him, the sleeve of his yukata falling and revealing lean muscle.

"Your type of magic doesn't prevent something, it creates new problems," Edge shot back at her, curling his fists. He took a deep breath. "I don't apologize for nothing. What did I do to you? Tell you to watch it? A simple warning - you were the one to take on a different interpretation." Edge shook his head. He was tired of this.


When Yuki took off the spell, Troy fell back, before exploding in a fast-talking, hand-moving stream of insults. None of which were understandable... with the exeception of a few 'butts' here and there. "Leave?!" He shook his head rapidly. "No way! Edge was here first!"

Edge turned away so they wouldn't see him laugh at the fact that Troy was flipping out. Still, his shoulders shook a bit as he tried to stop. Turning back, he ignored Yuki and her brother before focusing on the two girls that showed up. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Troy, however, suddenly realized Boo and Inez. He stopped shouting instantly. "Party?" He repeated, looking around. "How can we party with them around?" He jerked his thumb at them. Pausing, Troy suddenly sighed. He glanced at Edge. "How about it, Edge?"


Edge gave a shrug. "Makes them leave," he nodded.

Troy sighed again. "We're sorry that you two are ugly."

Headdesk.


Troy grinned. "And that you two can't get off your high horses. We're sorry for arguing when we know we're right. There."

Edge looked at Boo. "We're sorry for ruining your party," he told her, not letting his sarcasm get in the way. "Big happy family," he told her, giving the fakest smile ever.

Yuki didn't respond. She didn't feel the need to. Words were nothing, it was the intent behind them. The boys in front of her were stuck up and full of manly attitude, too young to see past their own noses.

She stepped out of her fighting stance and pulled out her fan, flipping it open. The scene was still the same, though the storm had intensified. "I believe my brother meant that we leave this spot, leave each other's presence," she sighed and turned her back on the two boys.

"This fight is beneath us, Big Brother," she said, speaking softly in Japanese. "We don't need to waste our engery on them. We only need to take the high rode. They are children, or at least, they act like it. I think perhaps, we should leave.

"Forgive me for having insisted we come. Clearly it was a bad idea."

*****

Kimihiro didn't normally back down, but his sister was right and besides, if she said something was right, he listened. She was the one who did fortune telling; she was wise beyond her years and far calmer than most girls her age. She was friendly and outgoing, but above all, she was the future Priestess of the Yamashita shrine and that meant she was powerful.

He sighed and followed suit, stepping from the fighting stance and turning his back on the two. He didn't let his gaurd drop and knew his sister hadn't either.

He simply didn't trust those two. "Let's go," he whispered to her, taking her by the hand and leading her away from the two. He was still uneasy and didn't want his sister to get hurt.

Stella felt Tristan pull back slightly, but didn't quite register it; her mind was going about sixty miles and hour. Her bare feet carried her back to Kate, who was dancing already. As only dancer's naked feet could, she maneuvered her way through the people to Kate deftly, and without injury. "Darling, let's find some glasses."

Kate was still slightly shorter than Stella, even with her stilettos, and she trotted slightly behind as the two broke back into open air. "If I were a champagne fluke..." She said, laughing. Boo's parties were normally excellently stocked, but it was quite probable that glasses for alcohol weren't exactly laying around.

Stella seemed to think the same, and she was climbing up the side of a rather tall fountain, trying valiantly to uncork the bubbly (or rather, cider, which with all the charms, would spout like well-shook champagne). "Who needs cups?" She stated, helping Kate up the side of the fountain. Standing slightly above the party, Stella succeeded and a fountain of her own erupted over a few unsuspecting dancers. A little success dance was in order, and then a sip of cider, straight from the bottle.

Kate laughed uncontrollably, teetering a bit on the fountain's edge in her impossibly high heels. The two began to dance and take drinks in turn. Merlin, they loved parties.

Yuki bowed her head slightly back, watching the hostess of the party and listening to her offer.

Perhaps they wouldn't leave. It would be... embarressing to her family's honor if they left for good.

"Shall we stay, then?" she asked her brother, who nodded his responce and then tensed.

Kimihiro stiffened, but ignored it. His sister squeezed his hand. "Don't worry," she said in Japanese.

He nodded stiffly. He knew he was being the better man; he could easily take them out in any number of ways and it would only ruin his sister's attempt at making friends for the two of them. He didn't need any friends, he only needed her, but she was social and he would do anything for her.

They walked around, spotting the juice and pastries the hostess had mentioned. "Are you thirsty?" he asked his sister, who nodded. He fetched them drinks and they stood to the side, watching the party and the people.

Feeling little water droplets on her arm, Arianna looked up. Was it raining? She said, taking a glance around her. Her eyes caught onto two girls climbing onto the fountain that was the source of the drink in her hand. You have got to be kidding me. She said, mouth open as she stared at the two. They have to be crazy! The Ravenclaw said appalled at the antics those two were up to. Although, they looked like they were having the time of their lives.

Moving out of the way so she wouldn't be splashed by what she had first thought was water, she stumbled forward, tripping over someone, since she was still too busy staring at the girls. "So-sorry." She stammered as she steadied herself to apologize to the person she probably injured with her high heels. Oh. My. God. Tristan Arianna looked at him with wide eyes. Out of all people I could have bumped into? I had to bump into Tristan? The one that scares me to no end?

OoC: Awwwwww! Why is Tristan scary? xD Most people are just crazy about him. Heehee.

It wasn't even expected. This girl bumping into her. He was sitting out of the way, on the fountain, and someone was stumbling over his legs with heels knocking against his feet. Maybe he shouldn't have stretched himself out?

Even still, it was too late to say maybe.

He jumped up from the fountain quickly in a way that still seemed sluggish and pulled himself to his full towering height, standing over everyone else.

"You okay?" he asked, looking down at her, dark, toussled bangs falling into his eyes. Merlin, he hoped he wouldn't have to help her up or carry he or anything. Nolan wouldn't let him live it down.

He and Quentin were probably sniggering about the girl bumping into him as it was.

"Boooo!" Kate cried, spotting a the spazz a distance away. She blew her an air kiss, "Who's that?" She mouthed with exaggeration, spotting another, blonder, erratic dancer, and pointing at the yellow-clad girl.

Stella swung her curtain of silky-brown hair around, her arms extended above her making uncannily graceful movements with her wild turning body. She was an excellent dancer, years of rigid Russian ballet had ensured her musicality and poise, but the ease and electricity of everything from parties to runways brought out a much more captivating Stella than the practiced ballerina, however beautiful and skilled. She slowed a bit, grasping Kate's arm, which was pointing over to Boo. She spotted the girl as well, but with an ecstatic cry, found someone more familiar.

James grinned as he spotted Stella, up to her usual, with Kate, dancing on the fountain, bottle in hand. He moved arrogantly through the crowd, giving Boo a wordless noogie on his way to the barefooted "it-girl".

ooc: wanted to create some drama? maybe she met him on one of his baaddd days.

"I-I'm fine." She said breathless as she straightened herself, wobbling on her heels. Pain etched her face slightly. She hoped that no one noticed this entire incident. The last thing she wanted was sympathy from complete strangers about how she was a total klutz and couldn't watch where she was going.

Biting on her lower lip gently, trying to ignore the fire that burned in her left foot, she looked up at Tristan. Even with her impossibly high heels on, he still towered over her. "I'm sorry." She apologized again. "Are you ok?" Worry flashed in her face. What if she had hurt him?

Arianna didn't know if she could live with the girls that would glare at her down the hall if she had hurt their Tristan.