It was just a simple mission. I just wanted to get done and return home, to my own time. My mission is still not complete, yet, in some sick way . . . I hope I never complete it. I want to fix the damage that's been done to my time, but, I can't stand the idea of leaving. I don't want to erase all the fond memories we share: the laughter, the passionate kisses, and every tear we shed. How could I imagine leaving it all behind? I can't imagine waking up every morning and not looking into his eyes.

I sent back into the past to stop the Iblis Trigger. When I didn't find him, I returned home. I believed I was mistaken, that I went to the wrong time. After further studying, I reassured myself that I was in the right time but I had the wrong target. Thus I returned. I still can't find the Iblis Trigger, but it's worse this time around. I keep getting distracted. I know Sonic's my friend, but all this "hanging out" he keeps wanting to do is taking away from my goal.

I'm torn. I'm angry at Sonic for being such a distraction, but thankful for what he's given me. I remember that day like yesterday. The memories play through my mind like an old movie, soundtrack included thanks to Sonic. He wanted me to meet someone, his little brother. I wasn't sure about meeting his brother, thinking he would be as distracting as the blue fur ball himself. I was right.

I never felt as shy as I did that day. My face was red, my words cluttered together into a mindless heap, and my eyes jumped around like a cat on crack. I thought I was going to die. He thought I was funny, least that's what Sonic said the next day. It was embarrassing; maybe Sonic was just trying to play a joke on me. However . . . I doubt he realized what his actions led too.

Manic. How to describe him? He was cute, that was my first thought of him. He doesn't look much like Sonic. Sonic's looks are average, but Manic was different. He didn't look too much special, but I can't help but blush around him. The way he walked, the tone of his voice, the way he cock his hip to the side when relaxed. . .everything he did just made him so cute. I can't keep my eyes off him, yet I didn't want to look at him, worried of how naughty my mind would get. I couldn't honestly be thinking of doing those things with Sonic's brother. He was a prince! I am a commoner. What right has I to claim his body as my own? But common sense couldn't stop me.

That night I barely spoke a word. Manic sat beside his brother the entire evening. They whispered in each other's ears and giggled like school girls. My spines would shake every time Manic glance over at me. I felt so nervous. Do I do something wrong? Did he expect me to address him as Prince Manic? My heart began to quiver; I knew this was a bad idea. What was Sonic trying to do to me? I was going mad.

Sonic stood up, "I'll be back, and I need to call Sal." He quickly left the room. Sal? That must be Sonic's love interest. Why did he leave? I really don't want to be alone with Manic.