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Miles was once again in Station Square to buy some mechanical parts. The city was no different than it was the last time he left it. The streets were busy, people rushed to and from work, there was another couple standing outside of Twinkle Park. Nothing had changed. He had lost some of his popularity, no one bothered to thank him for saving them all those years ago. That machine of Eggman's wasn't memorable anyway, and most of the people that had watched him fight it had moved away. A few had heard about it however, and asked him if he was Tails, to which he always replied yes, but to please call him Miles. Somehow it still felt good for him to recall the battle, it reminded him of how brave he could be on his own. He was about to do something that would require a great amount of bravery.

He started down the intersection on his routinely trip to the hardware store swishing his tails on his way through the hotel lobby. The man at the front desk looked up, and upon seeing the fox boy immediately went about his business. He knew that the punkish todd had no dealing at the hotel and had finally stopped asking. Miles continued down the hall and went out the doors that lead to the casino area. He turned and went into one of the shops adjoined to it, and went straight to the section with the vehicle belts. The car he was repairing had a loose and broken belt, causing it to make an irritating squeaking noise every time it moved. He despised that squeaking noise. He turned the belt in his hands over examining it carefully, and then briefly glanced out the window.

That's when he saw her. His fur stood on end. His ears flopped out to the sides, and his tails dropped, brushing the floor. He stood very still, eyes widened, cheeks on fire, throat like cotton. Slowly his right ear came up and twitched as he watched the cream-colored cottontail across the street. She had become a punk just like him!

The belt he had been holding clattered to the floor, heart racing in his chest. He headed for the door. Continuing to study her, he noticed she no longer had that chao. She had numerous piercings in her ears brows, and tongue. She had several tattoos, wispy orange bangs that covered an eye, and striped, fingerless gloves that reached her shoulders. Her dress was shredded and only went a little below her waist, she was shoeless, and looked as if she hadn't a care in the world. And she hadn't. Until now.

He in no time found himself standing before her, his bright azure eyes drinking in her appearance. "Tails?" she said, sticking a finger through one of his gauges. She scanned him cautiously, her eyes fixating on his twin tails. He could not stop them from wagging. He blushed heavily trying to find the right thing to say. Was this really Cream the Rabbit?

The golden kitsune had taken an interest in her shortly after Cosmo's passing. But now, his new love interest and he were both different than they had been ten years ago. It seemed to be just his luck that she had taken up the same style as him. They would probably relate better he thought excitedly. Miles opened his mouth, but only a few words fluttered from his lips as he pressed close to her chest. He saw the rabbit's soft brown eyes light eyes light up with rage and embarrassment. Time slowed to a miserable crawl. Cream drew back and punched him with all her might. He smiled helplessly landing on the pavement heavily. He had just made her a deer in the headlights, and had "run over" any chances he might have had with her. Or had he…?