"Oh will you shut up already! I'm coming, I'm coming, I AM COMING!"

Ginger Aachen (General, mind you) opened the maroon front door of her home to see two strangers, standing with their backs towards her. They both wore suits, and had wore strange looking green caps upon their heads. A set of two oddly shaped, and furry, ears erupted from their curly brown hair, and two tiger tails sat idly behind them, swinging to and fro. To and fro. To and fro.

Ginger sighed.

"Not you two again."

The two men turned around and grinned, sticking their tongues out at Ginger. Their purple eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as they marched past Ginger into her home.

Ginger stood there, mouth hanging open, shocked at the two's impudence.

"You should keep your mouth closed," one of the men said, sitting on the couch. "We wouldn't want you to catch any bugs, would we brother?"

Both of them looked at each other, and began to chuckle, putting a hand over their faces.

Ginger stomped over to them, standing in front of them. She glared at each of them, a frown growing on her face.

"If you hadn't realized," she seethed, "I have just woken up, due to your incessant banging, in the early morning, and I am not exactly happy by that! And if you can't see that, then maybe you can see, that I am still... wearing... a... BATHROBE!"

The twins just sat there, unfazed, looking bored. One of them yawned.

"You're really scary. Has anybody told you that?"

Ginger blushed, willing herself not to slap him. Yes people had told her she was scary, but only because she wanted to be told that, and she had a reputation to keep up.

They both rose up, and walked to her sides. They slung their arms around her shoulders and began smiling. They were touching her! Ah... they were touching her... Two cute boys... Wait, they were touching her!

She began to struggle, but they held a firm grip on her.

"We just wanted to ask you something," one of them said, and looked at his brother. "Didn't we just want to ask her something?"

The other nodded. "Yes brother, we do."

"What do you want?" Ginger fiercely asked.

They both began to gaze deeply into her eyes, for a few minutes. Ginger just stood there, still, and confused.

"We," they began slowly, "want you to teach us the art of warfare!"

They let go of Ginger and began to prance around the room, pettily clapping their hands, smiling and laughing, as though Ginger had said yes.

"Why do you want me to teach you?" Ginger asked, highly suspicious of the two. "You two are already generals."

The two stopped, and looked away sheepishly.

"Yeah, about that... Queen Victoria got mad at us. She said that we weren't real generals, and acted too, childish. She said we couldn't come back to the castle, if we didn't learn, or re-learn the art of warfare."

They then looked at her.

"So, will you teach us?"

Ginger blushed. They were looking at her with such expectancy.

Stay strong Ginger! she told herself. They may be cute, but you can't-

Cute? Where had that word come from? Were they really cute? She carefully looked at the two and inspected them. They were... handsome... But she was getting off track. Teach them, or not?

"I... I'll.. I-" Ginger stuttered.

"You'll do it! We knew you would say that!"

Both beamed, and skipped through the door.

Ginger held out her hand.

"But-! Wait! I didn't even say yes!"

But it was too late, they were gone.

She sighed and a smile came to her face.

Well, at least they're cute.

A frown immediately replaced her smile.

No they are not!