Disclaimer: I don't own Carrot. If I did I would return him…sometime….
Oh, and (just
in case you've been abducted by aliens in the past and don't know anything) I don't
own Bakuretsu Hunters either. If I did own them I would use them to destroy history (a
class which I'm not doing too well in), but let's just keep that between you and me.
Oh! I just remembered! I do own the bad grammar in this story! So if you try to correct
it, your efforts will be in vain, bad grammar is here to stay ladies and gents so bare with
me.
***
Carrot was hungry. Very hungry. So hungry that even Chocolat sounded good,
and he hated Chocolat! With exaggerated weakness he staggered behind the other
Bakuretsu Hunters, begging for attention. No such luck. He turned away, disappointed
and so it was with bleak eyes that he scanned the shrubs lining the road for something,
anything to eat.
Carrot began to drift farther and farther apart from the group. His stomach hurt!
And he was tired! And bored! And his stomach hurt! And…and…and…there were no
babes to distract him from the fact that he was really, really hungry! Oh, and his
stomach hurt too.
Carrot opened his mouth to vocalize his feelings when he saw it. He turned to
yell for help, but no sound escaped his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as his
arms flailed with decreasing strength. But, at least his stomach wasn't hurting anymore.
* * *
Ten minutes later a frustrated Tiramisu was scanning a scraggly bush for any sign
of that numbskull, Carrot. Beside her, Chocolat had gone into her usual hysterics,
chanting phrases like "darling" and "I never proved my love to you" and so forth.
Tiramisu looked with eager eyes toward Marron, expecting some kind of relief.
"Any sign of him?" she pleaded.
"I'm afraid not," Marron calmly replied, "Ni-san seems to find trouble easily,"
and he wandered off with a remarkably solemn face, to search elsewhere for his clueless
sibling.
"Frankly, I don't give a damn whether we find him or not! Without him, I can
finally put the moves on Marron," Gateau mumbled to himself. Growing aware of his
female audience he ad-libbed a poor, "Oh, and I ::cough:: hope he finds his way back. I
mean, it would be dreadful if he fell off a cliff onto a rock and died on impact. Perhaps a
rock kind of like my," Gateau's thoughts wandered, "Oh, Marron!" and he was off too,
with considerably less compassionate motivations.
Behind her mirror-like spectacles Tiramisu rolled her eyes skyward. Wonderful!
Not only was Carrot gone, but; Chocolat was acting crazy, Marron was not helping, and
Gateau was on some weird drive, and it was hot and the leather under her dress was
becoming uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Of course as the shy and sweet sister she
uttered no complaints. Instead she continued to search for her somewhat secret love.
A flicker of beige and brown caught her attention from under some dried leaves.
Crouching down, she removed the leaves only to uncover a small and delicately crafted
doll. It was the spitting image of him. The spiky brown hair, the dumbstruck facial
expression and the glazed and empty eyes. The other….
"Marron!" Tira called out to her companion, "I think I found something."
Dashing toward her he dropped to her level and peered over her shoulder.
"Oh, in-san, why?"
* * *
"Oh, Carrot, you're so manly and strong---"
"Real debonair---"
"A true gentleman---"
Three buxom girls echoed in chorus.
"Huh," a groggy Carrot raised his head. He really had to stop having these sort of
dreams. They were becoming too realistic. Not that that was bad or anything. It was just
that good dreams made it all the more harder to stay awake.
Just then a soft breast rubbed against his shoulder and suddenly he knew this
wasn't a dream.
"Come spend the night with me," a brunette giggled.
"No, me," the girl rubbing against him cried with playful eyes.
Soon the third issued a request similar to the first two.
"Have no fear my doves. I, the Messenger of Love, Carrot Glace, never leaves a
lady unsatisfied," he smirked. The corners of his lips raised as his heart and brain
pounded.
in case you've been abducted by aliens in the past and don't know anything) I don't
own Bakuretsu Hunters either. If I did own them I would use them to destroy history (a
class which I'm not doing too well in), but let's just keep that between you and me.
Oh! I just remembered! I do own the bad grammar in this story! So if you try to correct
it, your efforts will be in vain, bad grammar is here to stay ladies and gents so bare with
me.
***
Carrot was hungry. Very hungry. So hungry that even Chocolat sounded good,
and he hated Chocolat! With exaggerated weakness he staggered behind the other
Bakuretsu Hunters, begging for attention. No such luck. He turned away, disappointed
and so it was with bleak eyes that he scanned the shrubs lining the road for something,
anything to eat.
Carrot began to drift farther and farther apart from the group. His stomach hurt!
And he was tired! And bored! And his stomach hurt! And…and…and…there were no
babes to distract him from the fact that he was really, really hungry! Oh, and his
stomach hurt too.
Carrot opened his mouth to vocalize his feelings when he saw it. He turned to
yell for help, but no sound escaped his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as his
arms flailed with decreasing strength. But, at least his stomach wasn't hurting anymore.
* * *
Ten minutes later a frustrated Tiramisu was scanning a scraggly bush for any sign
of that numbskull, Carrot. Beside her, Chocolat had gone into her usual hysterics,
chanting phrases like "darling" and "I never proved my love to you" and so forth.
Tiramisu looked with eager eyes toward Marron, expecting some kind of relief.
"Any sign of him?" she pleaded.
"I'm afraid not," Marron calmly replied, "Ni-san seems to find trouble easily,"
and he wandered off with a remarkably solemn face, to search elsewhere for his clueless
sibling.
"Frankly, I don't give a damn whether we find him or not! Without him, I can
finally put the moves on Marron," Gateau mumbled to himself. Growing aware of his
female audience he ad-libbed a poor, "Oh, and I ::cough:: hope he finds his way back. I
mean, it would be dreadful if he fell off a cliff onto a rock and died on impact. Perhaps a
rock kind of like my," Gateau's thoughts wandered, "Oh, Marron!" and he was off too,
with considerably less compassionate motivations.
Behind her mirror-like spectacles Tiramisu rolled her eyes skyward. Wonderful!
Not only was Carrot gone, but; Chocolat was acting crazy, Marron was not helping, and
Gateau was on some weird drive, and it was hot and the leather under her dress was
becoming uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Of course as the shy and sweet sister she
uttered no complaints. Instead she continued to search for her somewhat secret love.
A flicker of beige and brown caught her attention from under some dried leaves.
Crouching down, she removed the leaves only to uncover a small and delicately crafted
doll. It was the spitting image of him. The spiky brown hair, the dumbstruck facial
expression and the glazed and empty eyes. The other….
"Marron!" Tira called out to her companion, "I think I found something."
Dashing toward her he dropped to her level and peered over her shoulder.
"Oh, in-san, why?"
* * *
"Oh, Carrot, you're so manly and strong---"
"Real debonair---"
"A true gentleman---"
Three buxom girls echoed in chorus.
"Huh," a groggy Carrot raised his head. He really had to stop having these sort of
dreams. They were becoming too realistic. Not that that was bad or anything. It was just
that good dreams made it all the more harder to stay awake.
Just then a soft breast rubbed against his shoulder and suddenly he knew this
wasn't a dream.
"Come spend the night with me," a brunette giggled.
"No, me," the girl rubbing against him cried with playful eyes.
Soon the third issued a request similar to the first two.
"Have no fear my doves. I, the Messenger of Love, Carrot Glace, never leaves a
lady unsatisfied," he smirked. The corners of his lips raised as his heart and brain
pounded.
