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Robert here. Kai's brother. So, you're probably wondering what's going on, Kai has passed on, this story is history- right? Well, call it wrong, or right- but I'm doing what I, and our parents want. To preserve Kai's memory. He loved writing, this story and countless others were all contained within a few hundred notebooks he had. I was given all his stories, and after reading them, and what's he's published, I am truly amazed. The similarity between what he's written, and the few changes between what's already published... he's basically already written this story.

I felt, the best way of preserving his memory, and giving him the honor he deserves, would be to continue his stories, and write the ones he's got published.

I don't care if you feel like this is not good, because this is his family's choice. Not yours.

I'll respond to reviewers like he did, starting next chapter.

POV- Duncan

So let me recap. I have memory.

I freak out.

I pass out.

I wake up.

I break Harold's nose.

I love it.

I pass out again.

I wake up.

I'm flying in a giant jet, by a dude who has NO idea how to fly.

I almost fight Harold again.

I get in fight with Courtney.

ALMOST break up with her.

"... and now, I'm telling all you people this. Why am I telling all you people this?" Duncan concluded his summary, and realized, he'd told everyone what just happened... even though, they could all see it for themselves. He was sure that the camera's hadn't left him alone since the nightmare back in the hotel.

I exited the confession cam, and laid down in a bunk. The time was about 10, courtesy of someone's watch. The annoying beeping did nothing to soothe the headache that was growing in my head, or the fact that I was constantly angry.

After signing us off, Chris gave us a heads-up, we'd be in Egypt soon. Nothing quite like the heat and sand to help a guy's problems...

We were all confined to the loser's bunk area, because Chris is too cheap to let us in the first class area. And damn, that place is sweet! Finally, something worth winning. Besides the million.

After holding my eyes closed for a good few minutes, I huffed, and sat up. Apparently, sleep is out of the option.

So, I turned, and looked out the weak looking window. Seriously. I was afraid that thing was going to just break and we'd all be screwed. Until then, I'd enjoy the stars.

Sure, I'm a tough guy, but I'm also human. Sometimes, when I see something serene or pretty like stars, I get a thing for them. I just... really liked looking at the stars.

"You should be sleeping." Good-bye stars, hello... Leshawna?

"Since when do you care?" I asked quietly, being sure not to awaken any of our cast-mates. Though, me talking to Leshawna was bound to wake someone up.

"I don't. But you haven't been in the best shape lately. And that fight with Courtney should've drained ya." She said, and I could've sworn I saw a speckle of worry. Well, well, well. Mrs. Madonna seems to have begin thinking of me as a friend.

"I'm fine. And anything with Courtney is tiring. I've got an immunity to that now." I said, and Leshawna smiled a bit.

"Why are you still with her?" Leshawna asked suddenly, and I sighed. I knew that question was going to come from somebody. Normally... I would've told her off, but I dunno why, but my mind said to tell her. The truth. I may not be the best friends with Leshawna, but she was trying.

"'Cause... I was hopin' she would turn her attitude around, seeing how this wasn't, or isn't working out. I still see that part of her I fell in love with. How she can rebel too, and looked so hot doing it! I guess, I wanted to changed her from being so uptight and bossy, to being carefree and rebellious. But she looked amazing then, now... she still looks good, but I can't see her with all those contracts." I said quietly, and I hoped no one was listening. Especially Courtney.

"Oh... Duncan, I don't think she's going to change..." Leshawna said, and I sighed.

"I know. I was hoping I said, not expecting. If she goes off on me... we'll see." I said, and Leshawna nodded.

"What about Gwen?" She asked, and for some odd reason, my heart skipped a beat. I don't know WHY, but the mention of her name was enough to send me into a new feeling.

"What about her?" I asked, and Leshawna rolled her eyes.

"What'dya think of her?" Leshawna whispered exasperatedly.

"How should I know? She's a great friend?" I asked, completely unable to understand what she was going for.

"That's all?" Leshawna asked, eyes narrow.

"What is this, Truth or Anvil? I answered!" I said, having seen the segment involved Geoff and contestants. Which reminded me, Geoff, my best amigo, wasn't here. Apparently, not everyone qualified for the show, and some were left behind. Yet Ezekiel somehow made it. Speaking of the little runt, where was he? Jeez... seems like everyone's gone.

"Fine. Just get some sleep." Leshawna said, and my mouth opened to say "fine", but that's not what came out.

"She's got nice eyes." I blurted, and covered my mouth. What the fuck?

"Huh?"

"Um, nothing." I said, and turned around. But I saw Leshawna's reflection in the window, and saw her smirk.

"C'mon tough guy, I heard ya. Who?" She whispered, and I conceded.

"Gwen... she's got nice amethyst eyes..." I mumbled, and I heard Leshawna chuckle. Motherfucker, she tricked me.

"Nice to know. Get some sleep." She said, that smile never leaving her face. Damn, one woulda thought I was talking about her. And I'd never say that about her.

"Fine. You too..." I mumbled, and laid down again. I needed sleep, that much I knew. But it wasn't going to come without a price. I just hoped no one tried waking me, or getting close if I began flailing. Because it would suck to be them.

Closing my eyes, I hoped for the best.

POV- Gwen

"What about Gwen?"

I wasn't asleep- if you couldn't tell. I couldn't sleep on planes. I'd tried in the past, but it was impossible. I did some light traveling with my mom when she was an artist- the main reason I love drawing now. She'd take me and my brother to her art conventions, and we'd enjoy the sights of the city and art while with her. The only down side, was the method of travel. Plane. Ugh.

I was only able to fall asleep when I put my head on my mom's stomach, or shoulder. She'd hold my head, and just knowing shew was there was enough to soothe me to sleep. Now?

I was surrounded by people, but none that I'd do that with.

So, I was wide awake. And, by lucky coincidence, I heard Leshawna and Duncan talking. Well, Duncan whispering, Leshawna... not so whispering. She's not the quietest one on the plane.

They basically talked about Courtney- who I still can't stand- and why Duncan was still with her. I honestly couldn't see it. What he said did make sense, because in the first season, they were polar opposites. But once they actually got together, things went downhill.

Courtney just became meaner, bossier, and more annoying. Just intolerable. I can't believe his tolerance level. I mean, if he can stand her, I'm sure he could babysit with no problem!

Why'd I just bring babies into this? Lord knows he couldn't babysit. Or maybe he could?

Off track. Anyways, so I was laying there, thinking about basically nothing, when I hear the two of them beginning to talk. Interested, I listened in. I'm really glad I did.

So when I heard Leshawna ask Duncan, what he thought about me, I did a sharp intake.

"What about her?" I heard him ask, but the tone was very... different. It was slightly higher, and more strained. Not his, kickback tone.

"What'dya think of her?" Leshawna whispered, or tried to. It came out quite loudly- probably woke a few people.

"How should I know? She's a great friend?" He said, and I smiled slightly. So I was a good friend to him after all. Be useful.

I don't exactly know why, but my heart felt a little, tiny bit heavier. I wouldn't have noticed if he'd said that to my face, I probably would've joked with him. But laying here... it seemed... I dunno.

"That's all?" I could tell Leshawna was pressing her luck. She obviously didn't believe her, and apparently, it was for a good reason. She had pointed out to me earlier, that we hung out a lot last season. One of the main reasons for my brake-up with Trent.

"What is this, Truth or Anvil? I answered!" He whispered with strain. I could tell he wanted to throw in something else, but held his tongue wisely. Even though I didn't doubt he could hold his own, it wouldn't be good to be in another fight.

But I did get a good chuckle out of his comment. Actually... I might've called it a giggle. Something I don't do.

"Fine. Just get some sleep." I heard Leshawna say, meaning she was giving up- for now. She'd be back, with more pursuit.

What Duncan said next, blew my mind.

"She's got nice eyes."

What.

The.

FUCK?

Was that Duncan- the toughest guy on the show, the one who gave nuggies to deer, broke Harold's nose without a second thought, could probably rob you and not feel the slightest bit guilt- speaking? Or was that some crack-head who was replacing him?

I felt my face heat up so quick, I thought we were in the Amazon. I never actually thought of myself as having nice eyes. Actually, I never thought of myself having good anything.

"Huh?" I could practically hear Leshawna's success. She had to be celebrating. Oh man, tomorrow, I was in for it.

"Um, nothing." Duncan tried covering. He was good at stealing, probably amazing at lying normally, but this such occasion, was not his best lie. His words were rough and very unconvincing.

"C'mon tough guy, I heard ya. Who?" Leshawna began pressing again. Jeez, that's gonna get her in some real trouble someday.

"Gwen... she's got nice amethyst eyes..." He mumbled, and I knew I was blushing again. Even though it wasn't said to me, it was about me. Even though Trent had complimented me all the time, he never did it like... the way Duncan did. Which, I wasn't sure if there was even a difference.

It was just the way he said it. It was more... jeez, what's wrong with me? I'm letting this go straight to my head!

The fact that he knew my eye color was kind of amazing though. I barely knew my own color. I can bet my life, that Trent didn't know. He was sweet, but never actually could follow through with his compliments.

"Nice to know. Get some sleep." Leshawna said, and I heard the smile on her face. Yeah, you heard me right. HEARD the smile! That's how well I knew her, and the situation.

"Fine. You too..." He mumbled again, and I knew the blush on my face hadn't gone away. I'm sure he had one too- I mean, he did say that stuff after all.

I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling... safer. I don't know if it was the fact, Duncan was there, and I knew I could trust him, or the fact that I knew he may have liked me a little more then a friend, but I just felt better.

And when I closed my eyes, I slept like a baby.

I'll have to thank Duncan.