A/N: I am so busy, what with homework, anime, working on the roughdraft of my other fanfic so that my friends don't kill me, drawing so my friends don't kill me, and updating (Which I REALLY need to do) I am just stressing out! God this story is for Tomahawk 3.0's "The Golden TMM Awards" contest! This is the first time I have ever entered a contest and… to tell you the truth… this story is probably going to suck and I am going to lose… I've already read what I'm up against and I don't stand a chance! Anyways, enough of my blabbing, lets just get on to the story right?

XX Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN TMM AND NO WAY (no matter how much I wish) WILL I EVER OWN IT! XX

Peace…

Such a wonderful word…

Peace…

And they had it.

Pudding Fong sat on a bench at the park. Her blonde hair blew in the breeze and she took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet smells of the last few flowers that remained, which smelt even sweeter from the light rain the night before. Autumn, or some might call it Fall, it always depends, but either way, that was the season. Some people might believe that Pudding would like the Spring-time, or maybe even Summer, but although both were nice, what with the flowers and warm weather, the truth was… she loved Autumn. She didn't particularly like the cold, which was why Winter was last on her list, but she loved the colors. That was the reason she liked Autumn… colors.

She loved to just look at the leaves, some might be a tan brown, some a dark purple, others a rich amber. Her favorites were the ones that were orange that faded into a deep, hypnotizing red on the edges. Crunch, she loved to make the tan brown ones crush beneath her feet. The dark purple ones she would crush in her hand and sprinkle onto the floor. The rich amber leaves she would pick up and put into any river, stream, or even gutter, just to watch them glide away, dancing on the water tops, pockets of air beneath them. But what about the orange ones that faded to red? She would gather them up and go on top of the biggest structure she could find, weather it be a hill in the park, or Tokyo Tower. She would then wait for a breeze, strong or gentle, and let them go, have them be taken away on the wind, dancing through the sky so others could share their beauty.

Yet the leaves weren't the only things with colors. At the end of everyday, Pudding would go to the park to watch the sunset. She would love to look out to the baron hills and see the colors in the sky, gold fading into amber, maroon, violet, and cerulean. A little sliver of white on the horizon, which was all that was left of the sun.

Pudding sighed. "This is boring NaNoDa!" she crossed her arms and a frown fell upon her face. "No more Chimera Animas NaNoDa…" They had defeated the aliens a couple of weeks ago, now they were forced to do community work, such as cleaning the beaches. Every once in a while they would have to stop a bank robbery or things like that. Pudding loved being a mew mew, but sadly, it has been hard on her lately. When she would try to transform, her body would feel like jell-o and she would feel sharp pains throughout her body, as if someone was sticking needles into her and sending electrical currents through her from the needles. To make things simpler, it hurt, and it hurt A LOT.

But that pain felt like nothing compared to the pain she felt in her heart. She looked at the piece of candy in her hand and sighed. "Pudding misses Taru-Taru NaNoDa…" When the aliens had left, Taruto promised to come back, for more candy he claimed, so she always kept some in her pockets. "He's not coming back NaNoDa!" She broke into sobs and hid her face in the palms of her hands. They had only left about three weeks ago, but Pudding highly doubted that he would come back. After all, why would he? He hated her, so why come back to someone you hate?

Everything and anything she saw reminded her of him. The leaves, that was why she liked the orange and red ones, because she was orange and he was red. Candy, that was obvious. She would think she would see him out of the corner of her eye all of the time, but he would never be there.

Pudding's crush shall never come back, or would he?

A/N: Yeah, sorry, I would of written more, but my brother is kicking me off the computer, I will update as soon as I can, 'till next time…

BYE!