First Hamtaro fanfic! Yayz... uh... Constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

Clueless

Prologue:

Everyone in this world has one true love, someone they are meant to spend the rest of their life with. Some search far and wide for this one while some don't see them right in front of their noses.

It's funny really when you spend most of your life as friends with someone, not realizing they want you as more then a friend.

For some Hams it just doesn't dawn on them. That's where I come in. The last group I helped were so oblivious about love; I just wanted to strangle them. Of course I didn't!

You want to know the story? All right… where to begin?

"Maybe there's a God above,

But all I've ever learned from love,

Is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya.

And it's not a cry that you hear at night,

It's not somebody who's seen the light,

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu-u-ujah."

As the last note died on the breeze the young ham stopped rowing with his spoon and sat back in his tuna can boat. He pulled a wheat grain out of his rucksack and started nibbling on it.

He peeked out at the water and noticed, with pleasure that the current was carrying him downstream. He leaned down, filled a bowl with water and took a few sips.

Suddenly he was thrown forward, breaking the bowl and smashing his nose against the bottom of his boat. The ham groaned and clutched his nose, blood seeping out between his paws.

He struggled into a standing position, and what he saw caused his blood to freeze in his veins. He had time for one startled yell before his boat crashed into the rocks and threw him out into the flowing river. As the cold silence enveloped him, he started to panic.

His hoodie and rucksack were waterlogged and started to drag him down into the pristine depths. He kicked hard with his back paws and shot up to the surface, coughing and gasping for breath. The current pulled him downstream, throwing him against rocks as he struggled to keep his head afloat.

In his half conscious state the young ham almost missed the branch sticking out from the shore, but his paws managed to grip it and hang on. He hung there for a while; the water pushing him forward, him muscles screaming in pain and the thought of letting go and ending it all weighed heavily on his mind.

Then a stronger voice entered his mind relying a different message. With the last of his strength he hauled himself up and threw himself up on the shore.

He lay on the grass, blood leaking out of the many cuts that now covered his body. He knew he should keep moving but his body refused to budge and shut down on him.

He fell asleep, a small wet fur ball, alone and lost… but still alive.

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"It's like he doesn't even notice me! I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk with me and he like totally blew me off for his book!" Sandy buried her face in her paws while Bijou rested a paw around her friend's shoulders.

The boys left the clubhouse only minutes before to play acorn soccer or something, leaving Sandy, Bijou, Pashmina and Penelope alone for their "girl time."

"I underzand how you feel Sandy." Bijou consoled her friend. "I asked 'amtaro if zer was sombody 'e liked, and 'e said 'e liked me…" Sandy raised her head, and Pashmina leaned forward expectantly "and Boss and Cappy and everyone of 'is friends."

Bijou started tearing up and it was Sandy's turn to comfort her friend.

"At least you two don't have two boy-hams fighting over you all day." Pashmina finally spoke, causing the other girl-hams to look at her.

Pashmina was usually very reserved, especially when talking about Dexter and Howdy. Before questions could be asked about her outburst, the door to the clubhouse slammed open. Boss, Cappy, Panda, and Stan came running through, ignored the girls completely and disappeared into Boss's room.

"What?" Sandy started as the boy-hams reappeared carrying a stretcher the hams had made when Stan had twisted his ankle playing tag. "What happened?" Sandy asked her brother, praying it had nothing to do with Maxwell.

Stan was huffing from his mad dash back, but managed to reply. "We found some ham" *gasp* "by the river" *huff* "he's really hurt!"

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"O.K. hams lower him down carefully... Carefully! Cappy! Carefully doesn't mean drop him!"

Cappy gritted his teeth as the stretcher moved slowly through the clubhouse before being deposited on the table in the center of the main room.

Stan, Cappy and Panda all sighed as the weight was removed from their shoulders while Boss just shrugged it off.

The whole clubhouse (with the exception of Snoozer) all gathered around the still form, unsure of what to do next.

Maxwell took charge, pushing his way to the ham's side. He took his paw and placed it on the other hams forehead, then his nose from where a steady stream of blood was running onto the stretcher, staining it red.

"O.K. I'm going to need blankets and the first-aid kit in Boss's room." No one moved. "Alright... Oxnard blankets, Sandy first-aid kit, Hamtaro help me remove the wet clothes. Everyone else outside, I need space to think. NOW!"

Hams scattered doing what Maxwell requested, while Hamtaro moved forward. "O.K. Hamtaro first his backpack, alright now the hoodie. Carefull! Don't move him too much."

As the hoodie was removed the sound of something hitting the floor caused Maxwell to look down. The light reflected brightly off the object and Hamtaro bent over to pick it up.

"Hamtaro, don't!" But it was too late. Hamtaro grabbed the knife by the blade, it cut deeply into his paw and he yelled, tossing the knife away.

Maxwell didn't have time to react as the knife flew directly at his heart!

Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be up soon hopefully. And sorry it's short but it's the prologue so... R+R for continuation