Greetings, my non-existent audience. This is my first stab at writing a fanfiction...ever. Ahem, it may degenerate into smut by the time all is said and done, but it'll be well worth it! Hugs, kisses, and all the fuzzy bunnies in the world!

Vendetta sat at home, looking at the newest weapons in Mean magazine. Suddenly, she looked at Grudge who was staring absently at the TV. "Hamster, it is too quiet. Where is the annoying blue girl?" Grudge shrugged and turned his attention back to his show. Vendetta twitched anxiously, "I do not like this! Charlotte has been threatening to intrude in our house again, yet she has not shown up. Where could she be?"

Looking up from her knitting, Vendetta's mother said, "If I didn't know better dear, it sounds as if you want her to be here." Vendetta's eyes narrowed into slits as she glared through the bars of her parent's cage and she hissed, "What are you suggesting, Mother?" The tiny woman squeaked in fear. "Nothing! I…I just…Well, I mean you do talk about her so much…." She trailed off into a terrified silence.

Vendetta spun away, resisting the urge to knock the cage over. "You people disgust me! After all the mercy I have shown you, you dare suggest that I not only tolerate, but favor the company of that blue nightmare? Feh! Never mention anything like that again or I may be ill and you will starve! Do you understand me?" Her mother nodded mutely. Vendetta's rages were legendary, and unless you had a death wish, you stayed out of her way. Vendetta nearly screamed, "Hamster! We are going to the onion stand!" She and Grudge stalked out of the house, towards Clamburg.

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Charlotte was leaning against the side of the onion stand. The years had brought a dramatic change on her. Gone were the elementary school days, and her graduation from Clamburg High was slated for this year. She had traded her dress for jeans, sneakers, and a tight fitting blouse. All blue, of course. Her hair hung in loose ringlets past her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Curves had grown into her hips and her breasts had filled out just enough to have every male in school trailing after her. She saw Vendetta stomping towards the stand, and a small smile found its way onto her face. She murmured to herself, "This is going to be fun."

So, yeah. Tah-dah, et cetera. I know it's short, but things will improve. I promise! Hope it's not too terrible. Please R&R! xoxo