Camp camp camp. Why did Uncle Ryusuke start a camp? Why is he making me go? I mean hey woods outdoor fun hoorah, but only guys. That means no girls. Why must there be no girls? Me + 0 girls= no fair!!! What was he thinking...ggrrr.

Art looked around to take in the view. It was ENORMOUS. The forest was huge and there was an expansive clearing in the center of it. Welcome to CAMPZILLA duh duh duh. The clearing was lined with small cabins, each enough for maybe six people. There was a huge space for tents and in the far corner there were two buildings. One for restrooms and the other was a bath house. Ohhh hot spring!!!!!! The bath house is connected to the hot spring, the hot springs connected to the.......nevermind. Hot spring yeeaah.

Art heard a familiar voice and felt a slap on his back. Grrr speak of the devil.

"There you are Art my boy, good to see you at last. This camp is just what you need to clear your mind. Now the supplies for tents are in the shed or you can pick a cabin. I'll see you later , have fun and Ganbatte.!"

" Hehe thanks Uncle Ryu!", Yeah thanks for ruining my summer!!!!!! Grrr. Well I will have the last laugh! Time to get down to business.


Looking around he saw the giant shed. Mwahahaha!!! It starts!!

As he entered he saw tent skins, rope, and poles by the plenty. Since I have to be stuck here I will become the king!

He gathered bunches of tent skins, rope, and poles and made his way to the center of the clearing. He silently began his construction.

After about an hour he was finished. Art had constructed a massive tent large enough for six to fit comfortably. It was incredibly well made and solid as a tent could be. He weather-proofed it, re-enforced it, and charmed it so that it couldn't be taken down or harmed. I love being a wizard. Magic makes this kind of thing so easy to finish up. And now for the finishing touches. He coloured it green and put a flag next to it that read Behold TENTZILLA and in smaller letters By Art .

*CRACK!*

There was a loud bang coming from somewhere inside the woods. Lavi Saitoh and his father Toshi Saitoh had apparated just outside of the camp. Lavi was a bit dissapointed that they apparated a few minutes walking away from the camp but his father assured him that it would be unpolite to just *pop* in. "But daaad, its a wizard camp! who cares if you just *pop* inside?" he whined as his father gestured him to follow.

Mumbling something under his breath, Lavi followed and not a few minutes later they were at the entrance of the camp. Lavi forgot about his anger and literally jumped up and down. "Dad , dad! i'm going to take a look!" he said and without waiting for a reply from his father, he dashed towards a shed and saw his friend getting a tent ready. Lavi giggled at the sight and sneaked up to him , tiptoed.

Carefully avoiding any twigs on the ground, Lavi stood behind Art just when he placed up a Slytherin green flag with the letters "behold tentzilla" . Lavi had to surpress a giggle at the flag and then stooped down next to Art's ear and shouted "ARTY-KUN!!!!" hehe now if THAT didn't scare him...he was weird.

Camping and Evan? No way. He hated to contact the soil, he hated to live with bugs, creatures, wild animals. He hated to sun burn, his skin was too white for sun. He hated to swim in freezing river, then he couldn't get to his original warmness. He practically hated everything natural. But his parents had learned this camp called Campzalle or something, and he was forced to go. It'd be a great opportunity for you to have more friends... And you really should get over your childish bug-phobia." Like there was a word "bug-phobia". He'd whined, cried, even set his carpet on fire, but it was no use. When the Cartwrights decided on something about him, it had to be done.

Evan woke up early in the morning. He hadn't slept the whole night actually, he had played computer and said goodbye to his room. Who knew what kind of beast would show up in the middle of a forest? Maybe he'd die or get hurt. Talking of Evan Cartwright, out of 4 people he had the most chance to get hurt. If he was lucky, he wouldn't be going to this stupid camp anyway.

He ate his breakfast well, thinking that it would be his last breakfast for a few days. He didn't know how to cook, and there wouldn't be any parents. He didn't know how to make fire, nor did he think under-ages could use their wands. So Evan Cartwright, who hated the Muggles so badly, had to "go Muggle". How exciting.

He heard his father mutter something to cheer him up, but he didn't even hear the meaningless words. He knew it. It'd be a horrible summer. He could even vow to it. He tried to alter things by acting very slow, but he eventually got out of the house, and without even realising what his father was doing, he felt he was forced into something very tight. He looked for air, but in a second it was all fine. Except that the view had completely changed. They were in clearing, facing a sign that said Welcome to Camzilla! Weeee! Start of nightmare. He gave a very bad and accusing look to his father. Why didn't he warn him that they were going to apparate? Then he would follow closely what he was doing, so that he could turn back.

'Have fun!' said Jamie Cartwright, and pushed his kid forward to encourage. If looks could kill, he was dead now. Evan gave a look of pure hatred, and then took a few steps to show that he was actually going. He waited eagerly for the time that his father apparates back, so that he'd run and cling to him. But his father just waved him and watched him to go, as if he guessed what was crossing from his mind. Evan cursed under his breath, and entered the camp with full of negativeness.

He glared at the whole camp. There was a tent, and two boys. Humming unhealthy things, he made his way towards them. If they were to spend two long months together, Evan should behave, right? The blondie muttered something very close to "Hello." but none of the boys could tell for sure. Then he walked to somewhere away to set up his tent. Like he knew how to set up a tent. He dropped his bag, and then sat down himself stubbornly. He knew he wasn't doing a good job leaving the first impression, but he seriously wasn't in his good spirits at all. Spending TWO months with total strangers in the NATURE. You gotta be kidding me.

After the construction of his masterpiece, he heard a familiar voice shout his name. It was Lavi-kun that had maimed his hearing. Rubbing his ears he grinned, "Lavi-kun no need to shout desu ne? I see you."

"I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ARE HERE LAVI-KUN!!!!!" Art grinned. "Did you see what I did to the sign?" Art smirked malevolently. He had painted on the sign so that it now read Welcome to CAMPZILLA he added the Zilla part. He did a good job so that everyone would think that it was the real name. Hehe Uncle Ryu hasn't even noticed yet.

"Do you have a tent or cabin yet Lavi-kun? I have plenty of stuff for tents in TENTZILLA and was about to stock it wanna join me? " Art said with a mischievious grin. He found where the store room was hidden and had plans already. Uncle you will rue wrecking my summer as I will now wreck yours. I have Lavi now too. MWAHAHAHA!!!! This is going great already!

Art was interrupted by a blonde boy around their age. He muttered a strange he thought 'hello' maybe? Art walked over to him. " Umm hello....? Do you need any help with a tent or anything?" I might as well make the best of being here and make more friends.

Lavi winched at Art's screaming voice. He held his hands against both his ears and pretended to scream in pain. "Dude! i'm right next to you too!" he said and grinned. He lowered his hands and looked at the tent Art was trying to set up...well had set up. "I don't have a tent yet" he said with a blank expression on his face. "But i'll be happy to join you HELPING setting the tents up...i'm not going to sleep in a tent or cabin with someone who farts at night" he said and quickly ran away to set up a tent before Art could attack him.

He had found a nice spot and started to set up his tent in a muggle way. He looked around for a hammer but couldn't find any. "Art?! where's the ha-" The realistation that he was a wizard came back and he slapped his forehead. "Never mind!" he shouted and grabbed his Birch wood wand with Unicorn hair core and flicked it. The tent was standing perfectly upright!...but only for a few seconds though, then the tent fell back on to the ground. But Lavi was not a quitter, he flicked and swished his wand again but then he heard a voice behind him so..soft..it was like it was just the wind that made odd sounds. Still, he turned around with another flick of his wand and saw a boy standing on the grass, looking annoyed. "Hiya! I'm Lavi!" he said cheerful and stood up to shake the boys hand. He was just about to shake it when he smelled something...funny. Like smoke?

He turned around with wide eyes and saw he had accidentally set his tent on fire with his uncareful swishing and flicking!. "EEEEK! FIRE FIRE!!" he shouted to no one in particular and ran around from here to there looking for water. Again forgetting he is a wizard. Hmm maybe it would be a good idea to stop camping with his mother... "FIRE!!"

"Uh I wasn't offering for you to stay with me Lavi-kun......Farts at night? You fart at night? Gross!!!!!! Don't camp with me Lavi-kun please. I was offering to help you." Art said with distaste in his voice. He watched, rather amused as Lavi ran away. He is crazy.

Art started laughing as Lavi was attempting to set up a tent. He had turned to say hello to the strange boy that sat in one spot like he was in a safety bubble and lit his tent on fire. Art was almost rolling laughing OMG Its so funny.

After his laughing fit Art walked over to the burning tent"Accio water." Water from the spring doused the tent and put out the blaze. "That is one heck of a tent Lavi" Art chuckled.

" Let me help" He smiled. He brought new supplies and built a tent several spaces from his own. Don't want it too close to mine.He built it the muggle way and secured it."There you go Lavi. All set."


A smirk crossed his pretty face."Now time to stock our tents Lavi-kun. Come with me." Art said mischieviously. You have met your match Uncle Ryu.

After kissing her mother goodbye and sucessfully finding the path leading to the camp, Guinivere O'Connorr had run into a bit of a snag.
or more appropriately, her peach linen dress had. "Ugh.... Not my favorite damn dress!" Gwen cried out with dissmay, she calmly tried to seperate the linen from the bramble bush it gotten caught in, but the more she pulled the more the fabric was tore.

Gwen indignantly gasped as her hemline was unwillingly shortened and she was left with a very short and mod looking, torn dress. Gwen made an attempt to retrieve the rest of her dress from the bush, but found it a fruitless business and abandoned it all together.

Ten minutes and much cursing later, Gwen found herself in the outer limits of the camp and shot a red spray of sparks into the air to signal Art her arrival. "That sissy boy had better git here quickly," Gwen muttered, her thick Irish accent covering the frustration in her voice.

Art was busy making mischief preparations when he saw the sign that he had been waiting for all day. Brilliant red sparks in the direction of the camp entrance. "I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign"He started singing merrily.

Uh oh Spaghettios! Shes heeeeerrrreee. Heres Guinny! Ah, I crack myself up. Better go get her. Mwaha exactely according to plan. I will break every rule Uncle Ryu has set. Now to break the No Girls rule. Well Guin still counts as a girl right? Meh close enough.

"Uh oh too slow, I gotta go, I'll catch you later though." Art called to Lavi and took off running. He headed towards the enterence of the camp. Upon arriving at his destination he found an angry somewhat disheveled Guinevere.

"Whoa what happened to you Guinny? Did ya pick a fight with a tree and it won?" He chuckled.

"Before destruction cute dress. So uh why are you dressed like a girl? You are suppose to dress like a guy. Remember Guin? Its boy only. We need to fix this. Do you have everything that you need and hopefully more masculine attire? I have our tent ready and am just finishing stocking it. But seriously lets fix your clothes first." Art nodded. "In just seven days I can make you a maahaahaahaaaaan man." He grinned like the cheshire cat.

Helena tightened her grip on Blake just as the bike started moving; Chris was out of her sight in mere seconds. Swallowing slightly, she pressed herself tightly against her best friend and made herself stop crying, just realizing that she didn't want to have Blake see her cry even more than Chris - in fact, it was more of because Blake would know she was crying over Chris and that was low, especially for her. After a little bit of riding in silence, Lena finally asked, How far is it?

"Nearly there." He wailed and sped up the bike. The road, houses and areas on their way to the camp were creepy and dark. He almost had a panic attack when a speeding truck passed them by. Relaxing himself, he quietly drove around for 30 minutes when a sign board came into vision. It read, "Ryusuke's Boys Camp to the left."

"HELENA..THE CAMP IS HERE." He shouted and dismounted the bike after he parked it in the parking area. Casting a anti-thief charm on it, he slipped out of the helmet and smoothed his pants and beanie. "Okay...we need to give you a name." He whispered, slinging his bag on his shoulder & holding Helena's bag in his hand.

By the time they reached the camp, Lena's eyes had been dry for nearly half an hour. She got off the bike, took off her helmet, and walked a few steps to get the feeling back into her legs as the bike came to a halt and she was able to do so. She chuckled at his words but nodded. Yes, you're right, she said with a small sigh. Hang on, you think for a minute, she added before pulling a small mirror out of her pocket, propping it up on the bike so she could see her head, taking her hair out of the bun and letting it fall loose, and then pulling out her wand. Gulp. This was the part she wasn't looking forward to. Taking a deep breath Helena guided her wand to cut off her precious dark curls until she was finally left with a simple (very guy-like) haircut. Not wanting to look at it any longer, she put the mirror and her wand away, but she couldn't help but to shudder as she ran her hand over the nearly-empty space on top of her head.

Rubbing his forehead while he brainstormed a name for Helena, he couldn't help but chuckle. Helena looked so adorable with short hair but the long locks will forever and always be his favorite. "Don't worry, you look cute as ever." He said ruffling her hair after giving her a gentle one hand hug.

Smirking, Blake bit his lower lip, "I have the perfect name for you..." Opening the zipper of his bag, he pulled out a beanie similar to his. "Bye bye Helena and helloooo Chris!" He muttered while he adjusted the beanie on his best friend's head. Teehee, Helena would love her new name.

"You likey?" He asked, grooming Helena to complete the perfect boyish look.

Evan watched with amusement as one of the boys set his tent on fire. Waaaiiit, how old were they that they could use magic? Wasn't it forbidden? Could he use too?

But before he could ask any of his questions, another boy walked in. Not someone he knew. He sighed as he looked at his stuff again hopelessly. Why did they mind setting themselves up so much?

Then, something strange happened: Blake and a familiar boy probably from Hogwarts walked in. Evan's mouth dropped open. Blake? Blakey? Thinking it again, this camp didn't necessarily have to be awful. What could be awful when Blake was around?

He got up, leaving his stuff back -he still held the hope that his tent would get out of his bag and set itself up, and walked to Blake. "What's up?" he said in a happy manner. Yay! He wouldn't be that alone.

Helena blushed slightly at this - damn, she was going to have to stop that, now wasn't she? - but she felt better as Blake gave her a hug. At her name, though, Helena gulped; Chirs?? She'd be calling him every day of course, but to have Blake calling her that as a constant reminder would be just... terrible. I like the beanie, she muttered with a frown.

Luckily, however, Helena was saved the trouble of answering further when another kid came up to them, seeming to know Blake. Lena widened her stance and crossed her arms casually as he approached. I don't think we've met - I'm.... Henry, she said finally in a deeper voice than her normal one, holding out her hand.

Blake smiled slightly with a puzzled expression when Helena didn't comment about the name he suggested and instead complimented the beanie. He thought she'd like being called Chris, it'll remind her of him. Shrugging, he turned around at the sound of footsteps and saw Evan approaching them.

This was it. If she can fool him then they can trick the other hundreds of boys roaming around the camp site and the caretakers too. Evan looked happy to see him and of course he too was pleasantly surprised to meet the younger boy outside Hogwarts. "Nothing much dude, just forced my cousin Henry to accompany me for camping." He said coolly and successfully suppressed a giggle when Helena tried to make her voice more manly. "Henry, that's Evan. He's my housemate." Chuckling for no reason, Blake tossed Helena's bag at her and winked. If she was going to pretend being a boy then she should at least carry her own bags. It'd be weird if he carried them for her or more like Henry.

Henry? No, even though the boy looked familiar, Evan didn't know him. "Nice to meet you, Henry." he said and smiled as Blake introduced him to Henry. Sigh, why didn't he have such nice cousins who would come with him to camping? Why not? "Sooo... you guys excited for this camping?"

Helena rolled her eyes, now a steady blue, and threw a look of disgust a Blake as she caught the bag. Luckily, she was saved the trouble of having to act mad at Blake for very long as the boy named Evan was soon introducing himself to her.

You too, Helena said with a nod, remembering not to smile too much - it showed off how girly her lips were heh heh. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my older cousin, she said deeply with another roll of her blue eyes; guys rolled their eyes, right?

Blake furrowed his brows as Helena rolled her eyes for probably the 10th time. Gosh, she's rolling them too much. Guys don't do it so frequently. Rolling his eyes - teehee, Blake smiled at Evan, "I'm wayyyy too excited. Can't wait for the bonfire. What about you Evan? You don't look very pleased." He asked him and gestured Helena to move towards the main camp site.

Older cousin? Hehe, he'll be using the 'older' title to his full advantage.

Tents? YAY! Blake beamed at the sight of loads if tents scattered around as they strode towards them. "Evan, which is yours?" He asked, excitedly rubbing his hands together. Moving closer to one of the tents, he glanced at Helena, "Will you mind sharing the tent with me Henry?" Of course more than one boy was staying in each tent. They were HUGE!

Helena let Blake talk all he wanted; she was fully intending on letting herself become known as 'the quiet, shy guy who was only there because of his lame older cousin', and Blake was just helping her along with that. She followed him towards the main campsite and stopped to blink at the tents. Ewwww they were actually tents?? Ugggghhhh.... Lena looked over at Blake as he glanced at her. She grimaced at his question, though it nearly made her gulp; that would be interesting. Looks like we'll have to, dear cousin Blake, she said sarcastically, careful to keep her guy-voice facade consistent.

Gwen gaped open-mouthed at her step-brother. She felt like some painted Irish statue, unable to speak and frozen in a single moment for all eternity, Gwen blinked stupidly at the Japanese boy she lived with and still couldn't possibly think how to respond to Art's mini speech.

"No! I did not get into a fight with a tree, and yes it was a cute dress," Gwen said, her mouth finally working to her great relief, Gwen moistened her lips in quick agitation and glared furiously at Art.
"What? What do you mean? You didn't say anything about this being a boys camp! You said it was co-ed! I distinctly remember you saying that!" Gwen nearly shouted, her blue eye's widening in their sockets.

"Is there something innately wrong with you, Arthur, that just forces you do these crazy things?" Gwen asked, stepping menaceingly closer to the teenage boy. She was so mad that she didn't even think about how she was going to kill him. She just knew that it take very long and that it would really, really hurt.

Elan decided that today had been a good day to go out for a walk in the woods. As darkness was descending and he seemed to have no good way to figure out what direction he was going he began to feel a little panicky. every little snap of a twig, every little rustle of the wind caused him to jump and turn around. Why had he decided to walk in a strange forest? he wondered to himself.

As he was beginning to feel like he was never going to find civilization again he sat down on the side of the path and was about to sob when he heard something faint. Something recognizable. He strained to hear what he thought were voices. He stood and began to walk slowly in the direction he thought he heard things. As he walked from the path into the woods, it got very dark. He stopped, trying to hear the noises again, because every time he stepped, twigs snapped, leaves crackled and he couldn't hear it as well.

Soon, the voices grew louder and he began to see fingers of light penetrating the darkness of the woods. He picked up his pace and ran to the light. He was about to emerge into a clearing when his foot caught a root sticking up and he tripped, rolling into the clearing. He lay there a minute hoping beyond hope that 1, no one had seen him fall, and 2..that there were nice people here.

OH MY GOSH! where were all these people coming from?!

Slightly, panicking that there were now, Lavi counted with his fingers, SIX PEOPLE! in the camp made him gasp loudly. He hadn't even set up his tent yet and people were already gathering!

Forgetting about the tent, Lavi ran towards each and every one of them and booowed in front of them "Hi, i'm Lavi!" he ran towars someone else. "Hi, i'm Lavi" "Hi, I'm Lavi" and this continued until he had said a Hi to EVERYONE! in the camp. Teehee, he was so nice!

Art grinned as Guin froze, he couldn't help himself. Seeing her stare at him like that was priceless.

"I don't remember saying anything about it being co-ed Guin. I do remember not specifying though."Art mused and smiled playfully.

"Come now Guin, why do you even bother asking questions that you already know the answers to? You are just wasting our time cuz you love to hear that cute little accent of yours." Art giggled.

"Now here are some boy clothes" He said handing them to her."We need to give you a guy name now........George? I could call you Georgie boy. Godwin? I could still call you Guin. Ummmm..... Aiden? Its still Irish. What do you think?" Art pondered.

Gwen hadn't believed it was possible for her to be more angry then she already was, then again, there was alot of things Art had done in the past that she had equally impossible. Gwen fumed angrily as the Japanese boy happily taunted her, saying that he had never said anything at all about weather the camp was co-ed or not. "You prissy git! You signed me up for a boys camp?!? Are you off your rocker?" Gwen said, her Irish accent lacing every word with fresh anger.

"Why do you insist on getting me into these freak-oh predicaments!" Gwen retorted, placing her hands down on her still-forming hips. She was furiously angry and she had already decided that she was leaving as soon as she finished chewing Arthur out. "And what makes you think I'm going through with this?" Gwen asked, after listening to Art go on about her putting on boy's clothes and picking out names for her, she had hardly been paying attention to the names, until Arthur mentioned Aiden, as an option.

"That was my Da's name," Gwen said, her features softening at the thought, she and her mother hadn't spoken his name ever since he'd left, hearing it now, it almost acted like a neutralizer, except it left her feeling empty instead of serene.