Continuation

Quatre jumped, hearing two people’s voices. “Ano…” He didn’t think he should move, but remembered that he wasn’t going to disappear again. Shrugging lightly, the blonde picked himself up, scanning the shelves again. Nothing new, no distortion. He was still in this odd little library.

Nodding to himself, he slowly crept out of his little aisle. Making it to the main aisle with no disruptions or attacks, the Pilot blinked. He gripped a shelf and swung himself around. To look right into the faces of two other teens. He analyzed their startled faces, taking information and storing it away for later use.

They were around his age, and they looked rather like they were still coming to terms that they were in a library. As if…As if they hadn’t been there originally. He tilted his head in thought.

Rowen raised one slender eyebrow at the intruder. The other teen was analyzing them, which he had a right to do, the archer supposed. It wasn’t everyday that two teens randomly appeared in someone’s library.

Taking another look at the blonde, the blue haired teen blinked. No, this blonde did not look like he was startled to find them in his library. Not at all, he looked more like he had appeared in near the same fashion. Which confused Rowen, that meant that there had been no blow up of experiments, unless there had been and it had just thrown the three teens into some weirdo pyschopath’s house?

The lanky teen shuddered at the thought. No, he sure as hell hoped that that hadn’t happened. Besides, wouldn’t they want all of the Ronins? And why would this blonde be wanted? Frowning, he delved deeper into his own mind and came up with absolutely nothing.

Sighing, Rowen pushed himself to his feet and offered Cye a hand.

Cye had been busy studying the blonde, having realised it was not possible for the other teen to be the library’s owner. The blonde did not look the type to leave his library in such disarray. Much like the archer Torrent was stuck with.

Blinking at the proffered hand, Cye hesitated for a moment before taking it. He experienced a moment of dizziness and double vision. He saw the kitchen as it had been just before he disappeared and shuddered. The vision faded and the auburn haired teen was once again faced with the cluttered libary. He spotted Strata’s inquiring look and shrugged it off as nothing.

Yet, Torrent wondered. He wondered what would happen if the kitchen caught fire? Would Ryo be able to stop it? Or was it possible that Kento had already discovered Cye to be missing and thought it odd? His brain couldn’t handle the onslaught of questions, so it shoved them to the back of his mind, to be analyzed and answered later.

The water loving warrior turned his attention to his companion and the blonde stranger. “Well, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Cye Mouri…And this is Rowen Hashiba. May we have the pleasure of your name?”

Rowen rolled his eyes. He could introduced himself, thank you very much. Yet, he did appreciate Cye taking the iniciative. If Strata had been left to his own devices he would have squandered politeness. And the archer knew it.

Quatre’s mind was interrupted by the auburn haired teen’s words. He shook his head to clear it and looked up. His blue eyes gentled.

“My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. The pleasure it mine, Mouri-san.” He nodded to the blue haired one. “Hashiba-san?”

Cye shook his head. “You need not be so formal Winner-san. Please call us Cye and Rowen..”

Rowen grinned. “Since I haven’t yet spoken, I shall take the chance to do so now. We’re stuck in a library Cye and I have no idea where we are and, from the looks of things, you don’t know where you are either. So, what do you say, we leave and figure it out for ourselves?”

Quatre nodded in acknowledgement to Cye. “Cye and Rowen it shall be, then. If we’re not to be formal then I shall have to ask that you call me Quatre.” He smiled. “It’s only fair…”

His attention was yanked away from the smaller of the two teens and given to the taller, Rowen. “I agree with you, Rowen, it would be a good idea for us to get out of here.”

Cye nodded, trying the blonde’s name. “Quatre…Quite an interesting name you have…”

Rowen chuckled. “Yes, well I suppose we have interesting names as well, Cye…” He lead the way out of the little aisle and to the main one. “Now, which way to get out of this little library, do you think?”