The changing room was empty when Nami entered it. Their little interrogation session went on longer than she anticipated, but she had no complaints. To her the more information she got on the victims of the puppeteer the easier it would be to narrow down her suspects. She needed the sleep.

"I'll be quick so wait near my stall." Nami said and Mitchell complied without complaint. Nami began changing as quick as she could.

When she was buttoning her shirt though it dawned onto her what time it was, and she panicked. She opened her stall door and pulled Mitchell in. Before he could complain she shushed him by slapping her hand over his lips.

A stall door opened, and the sound of bare feet on tiles approached Nami's stall. A deep sigh echoed in the silence of the changing rooms, confirming their identity.

Crap, how could I forget. Today is Bastien's last day, so of course he'd want the changing room all to himself. She turned her gaze to Mitchell, who had an uncomfortable look on him. Removing her hand from his lips and hoping that he'd stay silent.

"What are we doing?" He worded out, realizing the precarious position Nami had landed them in. In his sudden pull in the stall he sat on the stone platform with Nami hovering over him with an intense look on her. She put a finger on her lip and her now free hand cupping her ear.

Everything was quiet for a long five minutes before the door opened and another set of footsteps walked in.

"I knew that I'd find you here." It was the instructor, and it sounded like he was walking closer to Bastien before they heard a soft *plump* on the cold tile. He must've seated himself.

"Why do you like this spot so much?" He asked, his rough voice carrying a gentle softness to it.

"2 years ago, back in 10th grade when I made my debut. I sat on this spot before the first match. I was so nervous that night that I felt sick." Bastien laughed at the memory.

"I was only 17 going up against some 20-year-old who wanted to test his strength against the son of Leclue." A pause followed by the sound of shuffling cloth.

"But you won the fi---"

"It was not about the fight dad! I was scared, I had the whole of Newark watching me, you and mom were watching me. It was my first major fight against someone older and twice my size and you didn't think that I was going to be scared?" A hollow laugh escaped him. "Of course you didn't, the son of Leclue, retired sword of Newark. There was no way I'd lose, right?" A rhetorical question, one that exposed the unreasonably high expectations he'd thrown on the shoulder of his son.

"I'm sorry son, I.... I didn't know." Brendan apologized. Nami's expression softened. Never had she heard the instructor sound so sincere.

"When I sat here, everything tuned out. The crowd stopped cheering, my heart stopped racing, it was as if all of it stood still. I was calm. Now...It's like I'm back at that stage. My future on the line, and almost nothing I can do about it." Bastien finished.

They heard the instructor pull him in for a hug and once again it was silent in the changing room. "Listen," The instructor started. "We know that you've been sleeping over at Ms. William's place. Your mom wanted me to convince you to come back home, but I think this time I'll pass." The hug broke. "Right now, you need to find whatever it is you're looking for, Bastien." The instructor patted Bastien twice. "What do you find when you have nothing left? Regardless of what I or anyone else thinks, whatever you find will be yours and yours alone." The instructors footsteps began moving away from Bastien.

"Oh, and I'm giving you permission to stay over at Ms. Williams place, just make sure your mom doesn't find out."

"Aren't you worried about what mom would say?" Bastien asked, getting a chuckle out of his dad.

"I've been married to your mom for 20 years now, I'm sure I'll figure something out." Brendan said, the click of the door following as it closed behind him.

Bastien chuckled a bit and whispered, "Thanks dad."

His footsteps moved away from Nami's stall, allowing the concealed duo to let out a quiet breath of relief.

"We should get out of here!" Mitchell whispered.

"Not yet!" Nami whispered back.

"Are you crazy! What if we get caught!?"

"We'll get caught if you if you keep shouting!"

"You're shouting too!"

Amid their quiet bickering Mitchell noticed the fact that he could see Nami's cleavage which forced him to look to the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" Nami asked, noticing his sudden shift. What Nami hadn't accounted for was the claustrophobic stall they were both in as it was designed to fit one person.

"Can you...back up?" Mitchell asked trying his hardest to not look down on the short female.

"Huh!? You do know this is the best I could do standing up!" She whispered.

"Then sit down!" Mitchell demanded in a whisper.

"No way! What if we need to escape!?" Nami argued.

The door suddenly opened causing them both to clasp the others mouth shut. A unique set of footsteps, lighter than those of the instructor, walked in.

"Hey Bastien, mind if I join you?" It was Tiffany and her footsteps sounded like they were approaching the showers section of the changing room. Of course, the two didn't realize that Bastien had migrated to the showers while they were bickering.

"You're a bit late Tiffany, I'm already done." Bastien said.

"Bummer, and here I was thinking I can get myself a nice warm shower before going home." She said faking a disappointed voice.

"Someone's a little impatient today, what got you excited?" There was a slight cheekiness to his tone and Nami didn't like what it was implying.

"Why am I the only one having a problem with us keeping this thing a secret? Is there anything wrong with wanting to be with your man all the time?"

"Yeah, yeah, I see your point, but patience is a knights virtue babe?" Bastien retorted. Tiffany giggled a bit before saying "Hurry up Leclue, this changing room is not exactly romantic."

"Fine, just give me a sec." Bastien turned off the shower water and took his towel before sliding the blurred shower curtain open. Nami could only imagine what Tiffany was seeing at that point. With only a towel covering his most vital parts with the chiseled figure common for Fire-God artists. She'd see the dark strands stuck on his forehead and there was the obvious purple bruise on his cheek. Nami shivered at the sight in her mind, her face contorting into one of disgust.

"He fucked you up good, didn't he?" Tiffany teased. The rattle of the shower curtains closing echoed, possibly robbing Tiffany of her "eye candy".

"Oh, come on Bastien stop acting like such a little bitch! I'm sorry okay!" Tiffany cried causing Bastien to peak out again.

"Yay, there is my Western Demigod!" She cheered causing Bastien to roll his eyes. He stepped out of the shower and what followed were the sounds of a passionate kiss between them. Bastien pinned her on the stall door behind her, deepening their kiss. Tiffany broke it off in a fit of laughter.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's excited." She said, rubbing his hardened member under the cloth of his towel.

"Shut up." Bastien said as he went to plant kisses on her neck and going down to her shoulder only to be stopped by the school jersey she was wearing.

"We should leave." Mitchell protested, his face as red as a tomato. Part of Nami agreed with him as the growing discomfort became unbearable for her, but the part that wanted answers for the identity of the puppeteer stuck her in place. Even if there moment of intimacy went to the extreme there was bound to be some new information she could use.

"Listen, I just want to hear what they know about our this case, once their done we'll." That's when it caught her attention. The true reason behind Mitchell's embarrassed blush being the pitched tent in his pants that twitched as if it knew it were spotted.

Just before Bastien could reach unbutton the annoying shirt that blocked him off from his prize, they heard a door being violently opened and shut.

"What was that?" Bastien asked as he went to go check who it was. The door leading out of the Changing room was wide open while all the other stall doors were closed.

"Fuck." Bastien sighed realizing someone probably caught them.

"I'll wait for you outside." Tiffany said, buttoning her shirt with an annoyed frown. Bastien just agreed and watched her walk out with hungry eyes. His head dropped to look at his shrinking member, as disappointed as he was.

"Fuck!" He cried once she was out.

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Nami and Mitchell were panting out of exhaustion as they were far away from the school at that point.

"That got a little out of hand." Nami stated, her dark skin being her saving grace as it hid the growing blush she had.

"Do you listen to that every time you decide to eaves drop on Bastien's conversations?" Mitchell asked as he struggled to stand upright.

"This was the first time this happened, okay!" She defended.

"Yeah sure, I believe you." Mitchell said sarcastically.

"Speaking of perversion, I know that wasn't your phone in your pocket back there." Nami asked with a snarky look in her eye.

"It wasn't on purpose, just a natural reaction!" Mitchell defended.

Nami laughed maniacally.

"Are you telling me two people getting it on is enough to get a "Natural reaction" out of you or is that just a preference?" She retorted, slowly closing the distance between them.

"That's not it at all!" He said with his hands up, hoping she'd stop with her teasing.

"Oh, or is it because you were stuck in a cramped space with a beautiful woman such as myself?" Nami asked playfully outlining her figure. She didn't miss the groan that came out of his throat, alongside the bright red that flushed over his cream skin.

"Oh my God, no way!" Nami burst out in laughter at the revelation causing a bunch of bystanders to look at them. Mitchell tried to cover her mouth noticing the attention she was attracting which Nami easily evaded, still in a fit of laughter.

She danced around him as he continuously tried to shut her up which led to them getting into a little game of cat and mouse. Mitchell swiftly forgot his original purpose as he chased her, also succumbing to Nami's laughter. The two continued on like this for a good hour before Mitchell could finally get a hold of her. He dragged her to the grass, pinning her to the ground with his hand over her mouth as he tried to control his own laughter. The two were both huffing in exhaustion and recovering from their laughing fit.

"Stop laughing." Mitchell said while still laughing himself. Nami shook his hand off her mouth, "Make me!" She teased.

Mitchell caught his breath and finally controlled himself, soon finding himself looking at the teary eyed Nami under him, still trying to recover from her own fit of laughter. Her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. A lavender scent wafted over his nose and despite her missing out on the shower, he just knew that the scent was coming from her. Maybe it was the setting sun, or peculiar position he pinned her in, but for some reason...

"Get off me creep." Mitchell snapped back to reality as she had Nami glare at him distastefully. Mitchell blinked twice just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Right, my bad." He apologized and got up.

She got up and dusted herself off and turned to leave. Mitchell dropped his head as he turned the opposite direction before feeling his arm being tugged, nearly stumbling over at the force of her pull.

"There's a park nearby, we can chat there." She said as she began pulling him into the direction of said park. She didn't turn her face to look at him, keeping her gaze toward the road before her.

Mitchell didn't do much to argue and followed her lead with her hand on his wrist. For some reason Mitchell found himself staring at that hand of hers. So small and delicate, as if it never worked a day in its life.

They reached said park and Nami sat on a swing, inviting Mitchell to sit on the swing next to her.

"Not a lot of people come to this park around this time, so it's usually quiet." Nami started.

"I see," Mitchell said as he was still somewhat in a daze.

"So tell me, what happened between the "Big 4" you mentioned." The request snapped Mitchell out of his Daze as he began remembering the memories he shared with the group. He plopped himself on the swing next to her and with a sigh he started.

"Before the Big 4 was the Big 4 there were 5 of us..."