Authoress's Note: Holy crap. I actually continued something like I said I would...that isn't Voices of the Lost Realm? ...Anyone else see something wrong here? ...Anyway. Story is mine, as are ideas, as are G.A., Chichiro and Tamiko. Thanks for the reviews, guys. I'll give you each a stick of gum...eventually. Because I don't have enough money to give you anything else. -Cough- Cheap. -Cough- ...You didn't hear that. I mean read that. ...I'm loosing it. Hope you like the new chapter!

"Night," Chichiro replied. She waited about twenty minutes, then slid out of the bed and went to G.A.'s room. "I will make this gum obey me," she growled, and stole a stick of gum, running silently into the living room. She blinked at her reflection in the mirror once before glaring at it, making one face, and then she remembered the gum and trotted off to sit on the couch.

"Now…what to do with this…" She studied it a moment, poked it, and tried to remember how Hiei had opened it. She took on of the flaps and pulled…and of course, with her luck, nothing happened. "Hmm…" She poked it a second time, and pulled another on of the flaps. This continued until she'd tugged at each of the four flaps like she was supposed to, but of course the wrapper hadn't obeyed her.

She growled, and threw it across the room, not noticing that it broke one of G.A.'s lamps.

G.A., behind the one-way mirror ("…of DOOM!") watched the lamp shatter. "You know," she mumbles in a bored tone, "I kind of liked that lamp."

Hiei walked into the room then, blinking. "…A two-way mirror?"

"One way."

"No, I'm fairly sure they're called two—"

"WELL IT'S ONE-WAY NOW!" G.A. snarled back rabidly.

"I always knew fan girls were feral," Hiei muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing," he replied with a straight face. "You've gone schizophrenic."

"Oh, good. Then if I take medicine you'll go away? This is my lucky day!" She paused. "Shit. That didn't rhyme," she said, glaring at Hiei. "It didn't, right?"

"No, it did." After a glare from G.A. he growled, "Do you honestly think you can intimidate me?"

"…Nope. But I can black-mail you."

"With what?" he asked in a less-than-interested-leave-me-alone tone.

"Oh, I'll let you figure that out by yourself if you don't obey me."

"That's obviously just a cheap façade to make me think you have something against me, when plainly you don't."

"…Fine. Whatever."

Hiei looked back at Chichiro, who had randomly acquired a tank and was running over the gum.

"Frustrated much?" G.A. commented mildly.

"What did you make that thing out of?"

"How did you know I made it?"

Hiei stared at her a moment, then shook his head. "You know, if you had to ask, it isn't even worth it to explain."

"Worth what?"

"…Never mind. But if it can withstand being run over by a TANK, it obviously isn't normal gum."

"Ah, how perceptive of you." Hiei rolled his eyes, but G.A. didn't notice, and she continued in her bad mad-scientist imitation voice. "I reinforced the original wrapper with three layers of extremely dense titanium, then lined the inside with diamonds after melting vaporizing the gum into nothingness by heating it at more than one thousand degrees Fahrenheit," ("Wouldn't the titanium melt?" Hiei commented, but was ignored.) , "and then I took a new metal I had discovered and wrapped it thinly around the outside to make it look just like a normal piece of gum."

Hiei didn't comment, and G.A. blinked. "…What?"

"You did all that just to trick Chichiro?"

"…Yes."

"How did you pay for all that? And how did you, the brainless fool you are, discover a new metal?" Then, realizing what he had triggered, he immediately continued. "Don't answer—"

"Because I posses the Ja-Keyboard of DOOM!"

And as she proceeded to laugh maniacally, Hiei sighed. "—that."

He looked at Chichiro again. "Tell me." he said, feigning interest, and G.A. looked over at him, wondering who the hell he was and what he'd done with Hiei, as he'd never start a normal conversation with her unless it involved an insult. "What's it like living in a constant state of stupidity?"

G.A. sighed. Point proven, she thought, then grinned and cackled to herself.

Hiei glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. "Are you going to answer of just sit there giggling like It?"

She was about to answer indignantly about not sounding like a clown, then grinned evilly. "I don't know what it's like. You'd have to ask your woman that one."

Hiei twitched. "You dare."

"Hey, I'm not the one running over a piece of gum with a tank and actually expecting it to open."

Hiei didn't reply.

"Hah. I thought so," G.A. said, grinning, and then she looked back at Chichiro, only to find the demoness standing in front of the mirror and glaring right at her. "Er…Hiei? How does she know we're in here? It's…sound proof."

"I'm a fox demoness," Chichiro said. Or, at least, that's what G.A. assumed she'd said. It was just mouthing to the authoress.

"And we both have jagans, besides," Hiei reminded her. "Anyway, after I told Chichiro your "clever" scheme, I turned on the light. Which, while you were engrossed in your speech, you did not notice. And she saw where we were, and now…I'm fairly sure she's going to murder you."

"Funny," G.A. muttered. "Not only is that 'mirror' near indestructible, I also have the Ja-Keyboard of DOOM and can escape quickly." She held up the keyboard.

"Should have been quicker," said a voice behind her, and G.A. sweat-dropped and turned around to find Chichiro standing directly behind her. She was then lifted off the ground in a slightly-uncomfortable, strangling way by her trench coat hood.

"How?"

Chichiro grinned sadistically. "You forgot already what your gum wrapper was made of?"

G.A. glared at Chichiro. "That's just way too convenient for you. What the hell? I'm the authoress, I'm supposed to win."

"Funny," Chichiro said with a straight face. "But not this t—"

And then, a quite random red-tipped dart hit her shoulder. Chichiro blinked at it, and then a very odd smile came across her lips and she cackled quite like G.A. before slurring, "I love you all," and sliding to the ground like a puddle.

G.A. grinned as Kurama walked in. "So. What'd you get her with?"

"Rhino tranquilizer."

Hiei stared, gaping, then raged, "RHINO tranquilizer!"

"Yup," replied the fox innocently.

"The hell! Why did you help her?" He pointed at G.A. like a disease. She snorted.

"Because she threatened to burn 'Book IV'," Kurama told him, shrugging. "And of course, you know that's where Tamiko was introduced." Tamiko, behind him, flashed the V-sign with a ridiculous grin on her face. "Besides…she hit me in the head with a CHINA dish."

Hiei continued to stare. "But, rhino tranquilizer? RHINO tranquilizer! Was that really necessary?"

"Probably not," Kurama said with a shrug.

Hiei growled. "This is because of your 'Ja-whatever of DOOM', isn't it?" Hiei asked, glaring at G.A.

She also flashed to V-sign. "Of course."

"ENOUGH WITH THE VICTORY SIGN!" Hiei snarled, and pulled his bandages off, shouting, "DRAGON OF THE DARKNESS—", which he never quite finished, as G.A. fwapped an oven mitt over his hand, and he thought, Well. Shit. This sucks. Halfway through the word "flame" the dragon exploded inside the glove and puffed a large amount of soot onto Hiei's face.

…Which, truth be told, looked hilarious.

Kurama and Tamiko snickered and tried to suppress it, but G.A. simply pointed at Hiei's face and laughed mercilessly.

"You. Are so going to die," Hiei said, snarling. "You do realize?"

"Of course," G.A. chuckled. "But I'll have to wait until after you wake up."

Hiei blinked, then remembered the extreme amount of energy it took to summon the dragon. That was smart of me, he thought sarcastically, as he fell backwards.

All three stared at the unconscious demons a short while, before Kurama said, "What now?"

G.A. grinned. "You know, I've always wanted to see Hiei's hair in pigtails."

Kurama grinned back at her. "We are so going to die for this."

"Eh, he already told me that about fifteen times," G.A. replied, "and I've yet to be run through with his sword."

"Fuck it," Tamiko replied. "It's worth it."

G.A.'s already-large grin widened. "I'll get the brush."