Bohemian Pretty Cure! Begin the Search For the New Pretty Cure, a pretty cure fanfic

Bohemian Pretty Cure

Episode 1: Begin the Search for the New Pretty Cure

Aphrodite, Queen of Major Land, sat upon her throne, a look of deep worry upon her beautiful face. The night before, she had experienced a frightening dream, in which she saw that an enemy long thought defeated was returning.

Unfortunately, this is not a fight for Suite Pretty Cure, she thought to herself. I sense that a new team of Pretty Cure must be the ones to stand against this powerful enemy.

She sighed, before turning her head to the throne room door. "Figaro!"

The door opened, and a small catlike fairy entered. His fur was black and white, in a diamond pattern, save for his stomach, which was a peachy color. His eyes,

"What is it, Your Majesty?" he asked. "Is there some sort of threat? Your husband told us you had a nightmare about an enemy."

"I'm afraid there is," she replied. "Sida, the Killer Queen, has returned."

"What?!" Figaro looked shocked. "After all this time, she still hasn't given up trying to reclaim her power?"

"Unfortunately, no." Queen Aphrodite closed her eyes. "Twice before, she has attempted to claim Earth as her own, using proxies in order to avoid her own defeat. I sense she has finally lost patience."

"This is bad. What are we going to do, Your Majesty?"

Aphrodite opened her eyes. "There is only one thing to do. You must go to Earth and find the ones who will defeat her—the newest Pretty Cure."

Figaro held up his head and saluted. "You can count on me, Your Majesty. I will find Pretty Cure!"

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

(Intro: We Will Rock You [Pretty Cure Mix])

Pretty Cure! Pretty Cure! Let's Rock!

Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise

Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Kickin' your can all over the place

We will, we will, rock you

Pretty Cure! Pretty Cure! Let's Rock!

Buddy you're a young man, hard man

Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace

Waving your banner all over the place

We will, we will, rock you

Pretty Cure! Pretty Cure! Let's Rock!

Buddy you're an old man, poor man

Pleadin' with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Somebody better put you back into your place

We will, we will, rock you

Pretty Cure!

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

"AAAHHH! I'm late I'm late I'm late!"

15-year-old Fuyuko Amane rushed down the stairs in a panic, her shoulder-length black hair bouncing. "I cannot believe I slept through my alarm!"

"You're not that late, Fuyuko," her mother Hibiki Amane (nee Hojo) said. "True, you don't have time to sit and eat, but you should still make the bus in time."

Grabbing her backpack, Fuyuko ran out the door, stopping to kiss her mother goodbye and grab some marmalade toast. Outside, her best friend Rika Oji was waiting for her—the two had lived next door to each other since they were little, so they always walked together.

"Hey, Fuyuko-chan! What kept you?"

"Sorry, Rika-chan. I didn't mean to sleep so late."

The two made their way down the street to the bus stop. Fuyuko finishing her breakfast. To Rika, it seemed like her friend was deeply lost in thought.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Fuyuko swallowed the last bite, a thoughtful look on her face. "It's just...I've been having this weird dream."

"What's it about?" Rika asked, cocking her head to one side.

Fuyuko took a deep breath. "I'm standing on a stage, along with you and two other people I don't know. One's a girl, and one's a boy, both around our age. We've all got instruments, too—you have a drum set, the girl has a guitar, the boy has a bass, and I've got a microphone. The spotlight turns on, and I see a crowd. They start stomping and clapping this strange beat." She stopped, stamping the ground with each foot and clapping. "Stomp-stomp-clap, stomp-stomp-clap-over and over again. And I feel like I'm supposed to start singing, but I don't know what to sing."

"Why don't you just pick a song you know?" the blonde asked, just as the bus pulled up.

"It feels like there's a certain song they want me to sing," Fuyuko answered. "I just wish I knew what it was."

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

Why do I keep having that dream, Fuyuko thought. It's been two weeks since I first had it, and I still don't know what it's supposed to mean. It's like something out of an anime.

"Fuyuko?"

Fuyuko started. "Y-yes, Ms. Kurokawa?"

"Are you all right? You seem distracted."

"Sorry. Just had something on my mind. It-it's not a big deal, really!"

"Well, I'm here if you want to talk about it." Ms. Kurokawa gave Fuyuko a gentle smile.

"Thanks," Fuyuko said. "Good to know."

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

"De da de dooooo...da da de daaaaa..."

Fuyuko sang quietly as made her way home. She wasn't sure where the tune came from, but it wasn't the first time an unfamiliar melody made its way into her head. In fact, she'd been hearing the music since shortly after she first started having the dreams. She had always loved music, thanks in no small part to her mother. Ever since she was little, she had enjoyed listening to her mother playing the piano, and had even learned to play herself.

Maybe I could play this on the piano. If only I knew the words...

"Get back here!"

Without warning, a black-and-white blur darted out from a nearby bush. The blur—a cat with black and white diamond patterned fur—skidded to a halt near a tree, glancing around wildly. Not noticing Fuyuko, he slumped to the ground.

"Phew. That was close."

Upon hearing him speak, Fuyuko yelped in surprise. "A-a talking cat?"

The cat looked up sharply. "Who are you ? You're not with the Unity Court, are you?"

"Who are you?" Fuyuko countered. "And what's a Unity Court?"

"I guess you're not with them." The cat stood on its hind paws, pressing one forepaw to his chest proudly. "I'm Figaro, from Major Land."

"Major Land? My mom told me a story about a place called Major Land when I was younger."

"A-ha! So that's where you've gotten to!"

Girl and cat spun around, seeing a short, weaselly-looking man emerging. He wore a black business suit and red tie, along with brown shoes and a brown cap. Looking at the strange man, Fuyuko got a very bad feeling about him.

"Her Highness made it very clear that you were to be brought back. She won't let Major Land stop her again." He turned to Fuyuko. "Hand him over, girl."

"No," Fuyuko growled. "I don't know who you are, or what you want with him, but I don't think you should have him."

"Insolent girl! Do you know who you're dealing with?"

"I just said I didn't," Fuyuko retorted. "And I don't really care anyway."

"Regardless, it's only fair you know who will be responsible for your demise." He removed his cap, revealing he was mostly bald, save for brown sideburns. "I am Sheffi, loyal servant of Sida, the Killer Queen."

Donning his cap once more, he put his hands together before drawing them apart. A black diamond-shaped object materialized between his hands.

"Gagalian, come forth!"

The object shot towards the tree next to the two. Fuyuko grabbed Figaro and dove out of the way, just as the tree was enveloped in a black glow. When the glow faded, it had grown larger, gained a frightening-looking face, and stood on its roots. Its branches were thicker, and seemed more like arms.

"Gagalian!"

Fuyuko yelped in surprise, scrambling to her feet and running with Figaro in her arms.

"Who is that guy?" she cried. "And what does he want with you?"

"Sheffi's part of the Unity Court," Figaro answered. "He serves the Killer Queen Sida, who wants to conquer this planet. Queen Aphrodite of Major Land sent me to find legendary warriors called Pretty Cure to stop her."

"Pretty Cure? Legendary—uh!" Barely able to avoid the Gagalian's branches, which were slamming all over the place, Fuyuko tripped and fell, dropping Figaro.

"This will be much less painful for you if you just hand him over, girl!" called Sheffi.

"No!" Fuyuko pulled herself up. "I don't know why this Killer Queen wants to conquer Earth, but it can't be anything good. So if you want him out of the way, you'll have to go through me!"

Without warning, an orb of yellow light appeared before her. It grew and changed shape, becoming a yellow and pink iPod-like object.

"What's this?

Figaro gasped in surprise. "You're—you're a Pretty Cure! What's your name?"

"Fuyuko. Amane Fuyuko."

"That's a Crown Module, Fuyuko. You can use it to transform into a Pretty Cure! All you have to do is say..."

"Pretty Cure, Rock Out!"

"That's it—whoa!" Figaro shut his eyes, as a bright flash of light nearly blinded him.

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

Suspended in a starry void, her body silhouetted in white light, Fuyuko held out the Crown Module before her. Instantly, ribbons of yellow energy sprang forth, wrapping themselves around different parts of her body before bursting away to reveal new clothing.

First came a white tank top with yellow lace trim that came down to just above her navel, as well as a yellow and white tiered mini-skirt. Next, yellow elbow-length gloves with white trim formed, followed by white pixie boots with yellow accents and a single pink bow on each. Her hair grew to past her shoulder blades, turning bright pink and gaining a gold crown-shaped hairpin on the right. More ribbons enveloped her torso, before breaking away to reveal a yellow jacket. Finally, a pink satchel with a gold crown symbol formed, dangling from her waist by a pink cord.

Transformation complete, she posed with one fist in the air and one in front of her face, as if holding a microphone.

"Singing with the voice of love, Cure Mercuria!"

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

"What?! A-a Pretty Cure?!" Sheffi gasped. "Inconceivable!"

Blinking, Cure Mercuria glanced down at herself. "What—what am I wearing?"

"Ugh," Sheffi growled. "Get her, Gagalian!"

"Gagalian!" The monster slammed one branchlike arm down. Mercuria leapt out of the way, soaring into the air and landing on the other side of the park.

"Wow! How did I do that?"

"That's the power of a Pretty Cure!" Figaro cheered. "You should also have an attack than can defeat the Gagalian!"

"Gagalian!"

This time, Mercuria was ready. Leaping up once more, she delivered a sharp kick, causing the Gagalian to stumble back.

"Now to finish this!" Mercuria cracked her knuckles. Raising her hands to her face, she made a gesture as if holding a microphone.

"Pretty Cure..."

She held out her hands, forming a sphere of yellow and pink light.

"Mercuria Voice!"

The orb shot forward, hitting the Gagalian straight in the chest area.

"Gagaliaaaaaaaan!" There was a bright flash, and the tree was restored to normal. Additionally, the land around them was repaired, leaving no sign that anything had happened.

"Inconceivable!" Sheffi glared at Mercuria and Figaro. "This is only the beginning!"

With that, he disappeared.

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

Here I am again, Fuyuko thought. The same stage, with Rika-chan, and those other two. Any minute now, the light's gonna come on, and the audience is going to start that stomp-stomp-clap pattern, and I still don't know what I'm supposed to sing.

"Listen to your heart," she heard a voice whisper. "And you'll know."

Fuyuko glanced around, wondering where the voice had come from, but she didn't see anyone else. Though the voice had been male, she somehow knew it couldn't have been the boy with the bass.

At the same time, she realized something else.

I do know. I know exactly what to sing.

As the crowd continued their rhythm, she took a deep breath, raised the microphone, and began to sing.

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

(We Will Rock You: Fuyuko, Rika, Maggie, audience)

Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise

Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Kickin' your can all over the place

We will, we will, rock you!

Buddy you're a young man, hard man

Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace

Waving your banner all over the place

We will, we will, rock you!

Buddy you're an old man, poor man

Pleadin' with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Somebody better put you back into your place

We will, we will, rock you!

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

As the unfamiliar girl launched into a solo on her guitar, Fuyuko smiled. She didn't know exactly where the words had come from, but somehow they filled her with confidence.

I still don't know much about this Pretty Cure thing, she thought. But I think I can do it.

(Bohemian Pretty Cure)

"So how many Pretty Cure are there?"

"Besides you? At least three."

"Oh, I really hope Rika-chan's one. She's my best friend! I don't want to keep this a secret from her!"

Next time, on Bohemian Pretty Cure!

We Will Rock You!