"Ta-daaaaaaa!" Was the exclaimation ringing threw my ears, "happy birthday Dejiko!"
I looked at her and blushed, "thank you-nyo." Was the response. I glanced down to a white icinged cake saying "Happy Birthday Dejiko-Sama!"
"Your welcome," Usada replied.
"Puchiko?" I gazed over to Puchiko's chair. No Puchiko! "Puchiko? Wheres Puchiko-nyo?" I repeated.
"I don't know," replied Usada.
"Shes my pal, and I wan't her to be here for my birthday-nyo. Lets go look for Puchiko-nyo." I explained.
"Right," Usada replied. We got up out of our seats, and looked everywhere. All of Gamers, ontop of book shelves and under card counters. But no Puchiko!
"Puuuuuuchiiiko??" Usada called through the store. People looked at her strangely, but she repeated to yell.
"Pipe down," I mumbled, "thats no way how to find Puchiko-nyo! You go... PAAAACHUUUUUKOHHHH!!" I shouted.
People began to look at me very peeveshly, "what?" I asked, shrugging.
"I hope shes not in the city-." Usada whined.
"Right," I agreed, "i don't wan't to be looking out in the city for Puchiko, because my ice - cream cake is going to melt-nyo!"
"Do you always think of yourself?" Usada put her hands on her hip peeveshly, and walked out of Gamers in search of Puchiko.
"No-nyo," I thought to myself. Ignoring what Usada had said to me, I walked back into the room with my cake, "yum-nyo!" I yelled and began chowing down with a fork, spoon, and a knife.
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The Next Morning...
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I woke up to see the celing. Did Usada put alcahol in that cake, or what? That little...
"How was your cake?" Usada smirked, coming in the room with Puchiko on her head.
"What going on, where am I-nyo?" I asked, peering around the room. I looked down. I was on a bed, "why am I here-nyo?"
"You should never have alcahol again," Usada explained, "it really gets you hyped up." Those were her only words.
What room was I in? I looked around. I was in Usada's room. Ignoring hy ever I was in here, I opened her drawer in sight of Usada's diary. Great! I'll just read it. Since Usada's not telling me anything, this is her punishment.
I opened it to her most recent entry.
"May 5th 2002." It began, and onto another line, "Dear Journal," It rambled on. Another line. "It was Dejiko's birthday yesterday... last christmas she gave me a cake. An exploding cake. So i decided to get her back, with an alcahol cake! Good idea, eh? Right! I was out that night looking for Puchiko(who I found in the coffee shop), and god knows what Dejiko did last night. I remember coming home putting Puchiko to bed, and Dejiko was not there. So I wen't to my room. She was in my bed with... Takurou!(the 14 year old) WTF? I thought. Oh well, I may as well get back to work and clean up Gamers. Of course, I'm Dejiko's rival and I must be better than her!" Another line, "Rabi~En~Rose
I looked at her and blushed, "thank you-nyo." Was the response. I glanced down to a white icinged cake saying "Happy Birthday Dejiko-Sama!"
"Your welcome," Usada replied.
"Puchiko?" I gazed over to Puchiko's chair. No Puchiko! "Puchiko? Wheres Puchiko-nyo?" I repeated.
"I don't know," replied Usada.
"Shes my pal, and I wan't her to be here for my birthday-nyo. Lets go look for Puchiko-nyo." I explained.
"Right," Usada replied. We got up out of our seats, and looked everywhere. All of Gamers, ontop of book shelves and under card counters. But no Puchiko!
"Puuuuuuchiiiko??" Usada called through the store. People looked at her strangely, but she repeated to yell.
"Pipe down," I mumbled, "thats no way how to find Puchiko-nyo! You go... PAAAACHUUUUUKOHHHH!!" I shouted.
People began to look at me very peeveshly, "what?" I asked, shrugging.
"I hope shes not in the city-." Usada whined.
"Right," I agreed, "i don't wan't to be looking out in the city for Puchiko, because my ice - cream cake is going to melt-nyo!"
"Do you always think of yourself?" Usada put her hands on her hip peeveshly, and walked out of Gamers in search of Puchiko.
"No-nyo," I thought to myself. Ignoring what Usada had said to me, I walked back into the room with my cake, "yum-nyo!" I yelled and began chowing down with a fork, spoon, and a knife.
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The Next Morning...
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I woke up to see the celing. Did Usada put alcahol in that cake, or what? That little...
"How was your cake?" Usada smirked, coming in the room with Puchiko on her head.
"What going on, where am I-nyo?" I asked, peering around the room. I looked down. I was on a bed, "why am I here-nyo?"
"You should never have alcahol again," Usada explained, "it really gets you hyped up." Those were her only words.
What room was I in? I looked around. I was in Usada's room. Ignoring hy ever I was in here, I opened her drawer in sight of Usada's diary. Great! I'll just read it. Since Usada's not telling me anything, this is her punishment.
I opened it to her most recent entry.
"May 5th 2002." It began, and onto another line, "Dear Journal," It rambled on. Another line. "It was Dejiko's birthday yesterday... last christmas she gave me a cake. An exploding cake. So i decided to get her back, with an alcahol cake! Good idea, eh? Right! I was out that night looking for Puchiko(who I found in the coffee shop), and god knows what Dejiko did last night. I remember coming home putting Puchiko to bed, and Dejiko was not there. So I wen't to my room. She was in my bed with... Takurou!(the 14 year old) WTF? I thought. Oh well, I may as well get back to work and clean up Gamers. Of course, I'm Dejiko's rival and I must be better than her!" Another line, "Rabi~En~Rose