So, this is something new for me. I owe this all to Bri and Rain and their awesome fic on LiveJouran called When Curiosity Met Insanity. If you haven't read it yet, then you should. Just go to google, type in WCMI and you'll find it. It's awesome! So, I hope you like it!
Getting her would be hard. He always knew that. That was absolutely for sure. But, he would. He knew that too. She would care, she just had to. They had been friends since that fateful day. Of course she was just a child then. A young, sweet, blond child. She was curiously innocent and beautiful. At that time, he looked at her as something to be petted and cherished. A gift from above (quite literally). But then she left. She was gone and their world continued like nothing happened. Like she never existed. At least everyone acted like that. He even did. Sometimes he would think about the demure child before his small attention span was captured by one colorful character or buy his reflection in a spoon. Little did he know his best friend and partner in madness still remembered the child. He thought her to be a strange girl but he liked her spunk. Truth be told, everyone remembered the girl. She was different from anyone they knew. Yet she fit. She fit into their wonderful land perfectly.
Who knew how long she had been gone. Days, weeks, months, years, maybe just seconds... Time in his world worked differently. When the child was last here, he was an old, short, chubby man. Not anymore. He was now a young, tall, slim man. If he were to guess his age in her time, he would be around 20. Though his hair was still snow white. That never changed.
"Dear friend, this tea party is simply fabulous!"
"Why thank you. It's our unbirthdays!"
"Oh I almost forgot...hmm...CLEAN CUP! CLEAN CUP! MOVE DOWN!"
When the madness stopped (then again the madness really never stopped, their was just different degrees of madness, and this was a calm madness now), the host of the tea party thought it was a good time to bring up a delicate matter with his crazy friend. Sure, he was crazy too but his best friend was the extreme of crazy. Some even called him insane. Yes, to them he was the embodiment of insanity. He was insanity himself.
"Dear friend, you know the child is back."
"No the CHILD isn't."
He rubbed his forehead in frustration before continuing, "I just mean she's back."
"And your point is? CLEAN CUP! CLEAN CUP! MOVE DOWN!"
The host was used to his friend's antics. So he waited for him to pick up his tea again before continuing.
"I've invited her to tea."
His friend suddenly spit out his tea.
"Look what you made me do! I spit out perfectly cold tea, though I prefer my tea hot so maybe you did me a favor. Is she coming now! Prepare for war! I need my weapons! Ah the purple squirrel is going to get me!"
The man jumped out of his seat and ran behind the chair, eying the "purple squirrel" warily.
"We meet again, my worth foe. You will not win this time!"
His friends just sat there, sipping his tea, knowing the child, or whatever she was now, would have to wait.
Well, depending on reviews and how well people like this, I will post another chapter!
