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Wednesday, April 14

Jeane, Conan, and Bob, left last night for Japan. Unfortunatly, I'm trapped in a house with Kagura. I spend most of my time in Conan's room. I still sleep there, with Vinny.

Luckily for me, though, Dhee doesn't take any of Kagura's act. He's quite grouchy, but at least he's not screaming at me to be nice to poor widdle Kauggie. Poor little Kauggie, my wings!

Tuesday, May Thirty-First

Every now and then, I nearly snap. I do not know why, but it is usually Chaya's fault. Both she and Kagura infuriate me. Both of them attempt to attack and otherwise make me uncomfortable.

I've recently gotten permission to sleep in Conan's room. At least I can acutually sleep there. I swear, if this keeps up, I truly will snap.

Getting the family back

Conan peered out from the kitchen window, towards the tree. It'd been nearly four days since Dhee had followed Jeane through the portal, and nothing had been heard from him since.

"You wanna follow?" Rene asked, scrubbing a dish. Mignon was drying plates, and she looked at Conan with large eyes.

"Can we go get Mommy?" She whispered. Conan frowned, turning away.

"I-I don't know." He said quietly. "Mommy told us to stay here."

"A week ago, she told us to stay here." Rene replied, flicking her wet hands into the sink. Grabbing a towel, she hopped down from her step stool. "I think we should go."

"Find Mommy!" Mignon agreed.

"We're just a bunch of kids!" Conan argued. "We'll get killed!"

". . ."

"Sure, fine." Rene brandished the dishtowel at him. "Just abandon her!"

". . ."

"Dhee told me to take care of everyone!" Conan cried. "I can't let anyone get hurt!" Conan paused. "Where's Mignon?"

"She went out back." Rene replied, putting the dishtowel down. "We're going to get Jeane. You can come if you want." The angel gave her wings a shake and started down the stairs.

Conan sighed and reached up for Daisuke, who was sitting on his head. "What do you think?"

With uncharacteric firmness Daisuke replied: "Go after her."

The boy sighed again. "Fine." Grumbling slightly to himself, he clomped down the stairs and stopped by the greenhouse to tell Lilac they were leaving. The flower girl blinked at him once or twice, then went back to grooming her flowers.

The group surronded the tree. Conan reached for both Rene and Mignon's hands. The onion girl shot him a supportive smile. "Everything will be fine." She assured him. Rene gave his hand a firm squeeze.

He took a deep breath and fell towards the tree. An electric feeling ran through his body, making him shake. When it stopped, he gasped and surveyed his surroundings. They were in a large hallway lit by torches. They could hear a loud, female voice ringing. Mignon perked up.

"Mommy!" She breathed, running towards the voice. Rene reached out and grabbed her.

"Wait." She warned, frowning. "Let's look closer, first." Gripping Mignon's hand, she crept down towards the voice.

"That's... Not Jeane." Daisuke said, shuddering and gripping Conan's hair. Indeed, no matter how much the sweet, young voiced sounded like their mother, the words that were said could not have came from her mouth.

"It was so easy to get you here!" Her laugh was nothing like Mom's, Conan thought. It was mean. "All I had to do was wait for your stupid guardian to come back. And catching him was oh so easy. All I had to do was get him to scream a few times, and you came running." It sounded like someone kicked someone else, and a low moan followed. Rene stiffened, knowing who made the moan.

"We're in trouble." She thought, eyes widening. She looked over at Conan and Mignon, biting her lip. I was the one who pushed them to come. "Well." She said out loud, softly. "Shall we go?" Conan, being the largest, held onto both girl's hands and walked though the door.

A strange sight awaited them. Jeane, her eyes narrowed, stared at them. Bob lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, Pepito was tied up beside him, Dhee was wrapped in chains, halfway into his dragon form, and there was a human sized wooden doll.

It was Jeane who spoke. She spoke slowly, as if choosing her words carefully. "Kill the boy first." She said, extending a finger towards Conan. Mignon screamed something intelligible, and Rene thrust herself in front of the boy. Not a moment too soon, it seemed, because an arrow caught in one of her chains.

"Aren't you a brave little dear?" Jeane asked, hand over her mouth. "Fine. Shoot a will, men."

Now, her plan might have worked, if the doll hadn't lurched forward and wrapped her arms around Jeane's throat. She started to splutter and choke, grasping at the unrelenting wood.

The archers didn't seem to know what to do, because no more arrows rained down upon the trio. "Come on!" Conan hissed, pulling the girls towards Pepito and Dhee. Rene went to work on the chains while Conan and Mignon tugged off the rope. Chains gone, Dhee let out a roar and charged Jeane and the doll. Pepito whimpered and gathered the bady injured fairy in her arms.

"I think we should get out of here." Conan whispered. Bob blinked blearily.

"Why is it that every time I see you, you're getting hurt?" Rene asked gently.

"Shut up." He mananged to force out.

"Well, we've got Bob and Pep, Dhee, Jeane is locked in mortal combat with a doll-"

"No, Jeane is locked in moral combat with herself." Pepito ammended gently.

"Uh, okay. Mignon's here, I'm here, Rene's here, Dai's-" Conan patted his hair, but the tiny boy wasn't there. "Homigod." He breathed.

"He's over there." Mignon said, pointing at Dhee, Jeane, and, uh, Jeane. If Conan looked hard enough, there was a little green dot in Dhee's hair.

"Jeane's going to kill me." He whimpered.

"Archers! Fire!" Jeane screamed.

"Let's make with the running now!" Pepito cried, standing and dashing for the door as fast as possible, considering she was carying about two hundred pounds of dead weight. The three children followed her, and Dhee, Daisuke, and the doll came after them a few moments later. Howling like banshees, the group reached the gate and found themselves in a large pile of arms and legs in the backyard.

"Bob, you alive?" Dhee's voice, heavily muffled, asked from the bottom of the pile.

"Mmmph." The fairy grunted.

"That's encouraging. Pep?"

Her voice was pained. "I think... Your elbow's in my stomach." She said, heaving. Dhee apparently corrected that, because she sighed.

"Co?"

"Here." Conan said, reaching for his glasses.

"Rene?"

"I think my chain busted Mignon in the mouth."

"It did." The onion girl was near tears.

"Daisuke?"

"Mmminyrrhrrr!" A tiny, very muffled voice said. Dhee reached in his hair, untangled the relequiant, and brought him up for air.

"Jeane?"

Silence.

"Jeanie, love?"

"ITHOUGHTITOLDALLOFYOUNOTTOFOLLOWME!" She howled, forcing her way to the top of the pile. Conan stared at her, wide eyed. Not because of her rage, but because one of her arms was made out of wood. As her chest heaved with angry breathing, the arm slowly turned back into flesh.

". . . Dhee followed you first." Mignon said, meekly. "An' there weren't any adult's no more. We were worried."

"Yeah, yeah." She growled. "I think we all need to get inside, get checked over, and get to bed." Jeane gently helped Pep prop up her brother and move him into the house.

"There's a lot about that I didn't understand." Conan said, taking Daisuke from Dhee.

"Why?" The little man asked, smoothing his hair down. But Mignon gasped, stars in her eyes.

"If you love something enough, it'll be real!" She squealed, chasing after her mother.

Return

Heavy steps stalked up the stairs. As if the person realized how noisy they were being, the steps became nearly silent. Fingers gently traced the green wall before opening a door.

A little boy slept in a crib, there was a tiny little bed on a shelf, another young boy slept in his bed, and a little angel slept in the last bed.

Long arms reached down and picked up the angel. She frowned momentarily before curling into the arms. The intruder sat into a rocking chair and gently rocked back and forth. Rene reached up and grasped the collar of his tunic and sighed.

Rene woke several hours later, frowning. She shifted around, trying to figure where she was before her eyes opened. She blinked at the face above her untill it focused. It was green. With red hair. And when she let out a shout, the eyes were bright blue.

"Draco!" She squealed, hugging him. Draco laughed.

"Hiya, Reenie." He said, hugging back. "Why were you sleeping in my bed?" He asked, teasingly.

"I missed you." She said, voice muffled. Conan sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey." He said, voice muffled slightly. "Welcome back." Draco nodded.

"Good to be home."

Saturday, July Twenty Third

It's offical: Mignon hates me. She's even been hanging out with Kaugra and Chaya.

Lovley. The girl who can shatter glass with her voice wants me dead.

But it is so, so nice to have Draco back. My little dragon brother is the only thing keeping me sane right now. Not that he's really little anymore.

He's been trying to get me to fly, though. With these chains, it's nearly impossible. But I won't take them off. I don't think they would come off, even if I tried.

July 30th

Finally out of bed. Jeane refused to let me move untill about a half hour ago.

When I woke up she was there, patting my head and sniffling. After she realized I was awake, she switched between yelling at me for being irresponsible and telling me how glad she was that I was okay. After that she ordered Bob and Dhee around, telling them to bring us food and drinks, to open a window, and stuff like that. Jeane's as big as a barn, and Dhee's been quite happy with himself.

After we ate, Jeane made me take a nap. I was ready; every muscle in my body hurt. When I woke up, Mignon was sitting with me. She had made me a card and said she forgived me for being a meanie. Joy.

I had a guard at all hours. Most of the time it was either Bob, Draco, or Conan. Under orders of Jeane, they were making sure I wasn't suicidal, or anything. Draco was the only one amused. He offered to shove me out the window if I realy wanted out.

I told him no, I was under orders to stay here. He laughed at me.

August 4rth

Well, I've learned how to swim and that my chains do come off.

I don't like them off, though. They're there for a reason, even if I can't figure it out. They're comfortable now. Besides, I've gotten quite good at whacking people off of their feet with the chains. Heh.