Jonathan helped his mother carry in the last of the moving boxes. "Go play outside," she told her thirteen year old son. He nodded and walked out the door. He suddenly heard a girl on the neighbor's lawn. He watched her curiously. She had a stick and was beating a tree. She hit the tree with every word. "They-can-rot-in-Tartarus-with-Hades!" She sent a strong blow with a grunt and the stick snapped in half. "Damn it!" She hissed. He curiously crossed the driveway and walked up behind her. "That's some strong language for a little girl," he smirked although she didn't seem to be any younger then he was. In an instant, the girl had him pressed against the scarred tree with half of the snapped stick. His surprised dark blue gaze met her hostile bright blue. "Who are you?" She demanded, pressing the stick to his throat. "Jonathan Flagen!" He replied in surprise. "I'm your new neighbor!" He pointed a shaking finger at his house. Her pale skin blushed bright pink. She backed up and dropped the stick at her feet. "S-sorry," she muttered, looking at her black boots. She took a deep breath and looked up at Jonathan. She held out her hand and put on a smile, her blue eyes brightening. "I'm Ciccy," she introduced herself. He tentatively took her hand and shook it. "It'd be nice to have a neighbor my age. Everyone around here is either old or mean or both," she grinned playfully. 'This girl has some serious mood swings,' Jonathan thought with a slight laugh. "You fence?" She asked with a challenging glimmer in her eyes and a smirk. He grinned. "No. But how hard can it be?" She threw him half of the broken stick and he caught it easily. "I'll show you how hard it can be," she grinned. She instantly advanced with quick, clean swipes. Jonathan struggled to block them as she backed him through the grass. She sent a full blow which he blocked but his stick went flying and he fell backwards with a grunt. His outstretched foot tripped Ciccy who attempted to regain her balance but fell on top of her new neighbor. Her long hair fell over hers and Jonathan's faces. "S-sorry," she muttered. "It's alright. You just tripped," Jonathan said as both their faces turned bright pink. Ciccy climbed off him and stared at the ground, stiff and silent. He slowly got up and looked at her. "Are you okay?" He asked. She didn't move and said stiffly, "Yes sir." "Ciccy? What's with the formality?" She looked up and shook her head to clear it. "N-nothing," she replied before a loud bang sounded from her house and her name was yelled. "I gotta go. Bye, Jonathan," she waved and ran inside he house before he replied. He stared after her and waved once the door closed. "Bye, Ciccy," he muttered.