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Chapter 1:
Nightmares Come True
Bijou Ribon awoke from the warm covers of her bed to the sweet scent of bacon and eggs whipping the air above her. She slowly opened her eyes to the sunlight filling her room, bouncing off her mirror and trinkets surrounding the young human-ham. Bijou hastily got up, thinking about her dream.
In her own slumber land, Bijou was surrounded by her servants each one handing her different treats or delicacies that France had to offer to their European beauty queen. It had been so bright right then and everything was perfect. Bijou had been overwhelmed by so much of croissants and French bread, that she had yelled at all of them, causing them to flee into the darkness and to leave the girl all alone. Then, the room that she was in had grown cold and dark, almost making Bijou cry at the overwhelming loneliness and discomfort. It made her frightened…no, terrified to think of what was waiting if Bijou hadn't woken up from the red eyes glaring at her, piercing her joints and bones from head to toe as the creature emerged from the shadows.
Bijou shook her head, her white hair flopping against her cheek as she unwrapped the covers from her crystal blue satin nightgown. Right now, her hair wasn't in her usual pigtails, but was put messily down. Bijou didn't care, trying to get the nightmare off of her mind. What had it meant?
Bijou shrugged it off, trying not to think about it. Sure, the dreams and nightmares came true in the movies, but not in real life. She giggled to herself for being so stupid and got ready for breakfast, her nose twitching in delight as she smelled the warm pancakes and croissants.
It was funny because Bijou had always twitched her nose when she smelled something good or was excited for something. Her mother really hated her daughter's habit, but it was something that couldn't be stopped even after five trips to the physiologist and three to the pediatrician. Although, the pediatrician part didn't make any sense whatsoever to Bijou since she was already fifteen and going to a children's doctor. Then again, her mother and father always wanted her to act like a child and be their little "Ribon Princess".
"Princess!" Bijou had just finished tying half of her snowy hair in a short pigtail when she heard the sudden, but expected call from her father. She smiled as she slowly trotted downstairs to see three people standing in the enormous dining room. No one entered the kitchen often since the cooks and servants were usually in there.
"Good morning, Bijou," her mother greeted. Bijou's mother looked exactly like Bijou except she had pink eyes instead of Bijou's sapphire ones that were from her father and his black hair. Her parents were already dressed and were smiling broadly as they stood next to the third person.
Bijou could feel her stomach tighten and lips curl into a smile as she looked at her boyfriend. He had light blond hair that waved in different directions. The right directions, though. He wore a nice tuxedo for a special occasion today that showed off his muscles that Bijou had noticed that he tried to do every day. And the smile. Oh. My. God. The smile was absolutely, positively, without a doubt, something that Bijou would kill for to see every second of the day. His teeth shown like the light bouncing off a full moon and his lips were perfectly shaped and curved in such a way that only a god could. Bijou couldn't tell which was better. The smile or those hypnotizing sea-green eyes that made Bijou's eyes look like mold.
"Happy Birzday, Princess," her boyfriend said in a little bit of a French accent without looking away from Bijou. Bijou started to blush massively as he handed her a bouquet of gorgeous indigo roses that were placed carefully into place.
"Merci, Beauregard," Bijou sighed happily as she smelled the roses. Her own French accent was much thicker than Beauregard. Her soul mate. The wind beneath her wings. Her one true love. Her own prince on a white horse. Her-
"Well, I have to get going. I don't want to miss work," Beauregard said and kissed Bijou on the forehead before being dismissed.
"Au revoir," Bijou said, almost out of breath as she tried to make sure that she was still conscious from the kiss. It happened so often to her that she didn't know how she could actually keep up with him.
"Well, 'appy sixteenth birzday," Bijou's dad said before the phone rang. Bijou smiled at him before he yelled, "Curtis! Bring me the phone!"
A young man approached the family with a cordless phone in his hands that was ringing like crazy and was finally handed to Mr. Ribon.
"Uh, 'ello?" Mr. Ribon said into the phone. He waited for a while and Bijou and Mrs. Ribon strained to hear the faint sounds from the speaker, but couldn't make out a word from it. Finally, the two girls gave up and just waited for the only man in the family to tell the anticipated people of the room what was going on as his face paled and his knuckles shook. Bijou was afraid after two minutes of her father not speaking that she yelled out, "Vhat iz eet?!"
Her mother gave her a dark look and scolded, "Bijou! You know better zhan to make an outburst like zhat!"
The pigtailed girl looked down and quietly apologized, her head spinning of what could actually happen. This day had to be perfect. Almost as perfect as her at least! Bijou tried to shake herself out of the silly thought, but it just stuck to her like a stamp to an envelope. Coming from Bijou, she could break a nail if she tried to get it off and damage her nice French tips while doing it, darn it. So it just stuck as Bijou watched in horror at the reply.
"Okay. Okay. Zhank you for telling me. Yes, I'll see you soon. Buh-bye."
Immediately after pressing the button to end the conversation, Mr. Ribon steadied himself into a chair and heaved in deep breathes as the servant, Curtis, brought himself back into the room and quickly exited with the phone in his hands.
"Vhat 'appened?" Mrs. Ribon questioned. Her husband looked at her and inhaled an incredibly large amount of air as he finally said.
"Pack up. We're going to Tokyo, Japan."
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"Happy birthday to me!
Even though it's not 'til next month!
But Happy Birthday to Hamtaro!
Happy Birthday to me!"
Hamtaro Haruna was happily skipping to school, something that he always managed to do, no matter how rainy or windy it was. Right now, it was chilly at about 50 degrees with huge gusts of wind that could make the young sixteen year old look like more a three year old counting the information that he fell down with every blast of air shoving in his face and down his throat. In the confusion of every passerby, he just jumped back onto his orange and white sneakers and started going back to his business, trotting around the place singing random songs to cheer others up.
His appearance scared others too. He had messy hair that was naturally white on the left side and a bright orange on the other. His crystal blue eyes seared everyone with the amazing cluelessness in his big heart and he always wore the same design of an outfit everyday. He always had on a shirt that had no sleeves and blue jeans with the same sneakers and everyday no matter what, he would wear an orange wristband that said "Adventure" and another white wristband that said "Fun". These phrases all matched his name and everyone in Tokyo knew it. Hamtaro was the one who always helped out and would do anything for a friend in need. If only he wasn't so stupid sometimes…
As he approached the school, he found that nobody was to be found. Thinking that his watch that read 7:06 was broken, he rushed inside as fast as his little legs could carry them. Hamtaro broke in through the doors toward his homeroom class to find that he was the first student in. Phew, what a…relief? Hamtaro thought before seeing a young girl with a head full of think, white hair tied into two pigtails that each had a dark blue ribbon. She had on a blue miniskirt with a white turtleneck and knee-high boots.
"Heke?" The words escaped Hamtaro's mouth before he knew it. The girl just glared at the orange haired boy in front of her and whipped back to the teacher.
"So, I hope that you'll be happy here, Bijou," the teacher said to Bijou who was twirling her ponytail viciously from the tension as the strange boy who was behind her didn't move a muscle. That is, if he actually had a muscle. He was just skin and bones compared to Beauregard. It worried her to find out that she had come to this country to see these kind of people.
"You may choose a seat that doesn't have a red sticker on the desk." Bijou only nodded as she looked for a sticker-less desk, only to find the last one in the corner of the room that had no window or door to distract her from boredom. It was awful. Japan was awful. And especially the boy who just kept staring at her.
"Hamtaro, get to your seat," the teacher demanded. By the sound of it, Bijou could tell that this Hamtaro person was either 1) a complete dimwit 2) a clueless idiot or 3) both. Bijou assumed that it had to be 3.
Hamtaro moved into his seat, somewhat scared of this new girl. She had not smiled once and didn't look grateful at all to be in this place. But school is the best place in the world! Hamtaro thought. (AN: You have so much to learn Hamtaro. So much to learn.)
Bijou quickly sat in her blue chair that was… ATTACHED TO THE DESK?! How could a chair be attached to the freakn' desk?! In France, I 'ave never 'eard (heard) of such a zhing! Vhat eez zis world coming to? Bijou furiously thought as she laid her head on the desk and covered her hair up with her jacket. This was off to such a bad start. She glanced up to see the multi-colored boy was nowhere to be found to her shock. To see that the teacher was busily working, Bijou slowly got up and left the room, curious to find where the weird boy went.
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Hamtaro glugged down the water as fast as he could to make sure that he could race back to the room to greet the new girl. He always felt like helping a newcomer out, even if this girl didn't even smile once at him. You can never judge an orange by its skin. Wait, did I mess that up?
Before Hamtaro could think it through, he heard running feet coming from the end of the hallway. Without swallowing the enormous amount of water stored in his cheeks, which actually made him look like a hamster who just stuffed its cheeks with seeds, Hamtaro ran towards the running sound until-
WHAM!!! Hamtaro was flung backwards, spitting out all of the liquid to the person in front of him. Before he knew it, there was a huge shriek that made Hamtaro jump at the sound. He looked in front of him to see the new girl rubbing her eyes where Hamtaro had spit at her.
"SACRE BLEU! MON DIEU! QU'EST-CE QUE C'EST!? LOOK VHAT YOU 'AVE DONE TO MY 'AIR!!!" Bijou screamed.
Hamtaro turned to his head to the side as he said, "Your 'air'?"
"MY 'AIR, YOU SABOTEUR! MY 'AIR!' "Bijou screeched. Hamtaro was still clueless and remained silent, trying to figure out this strange person and Bijou slammed her fist on the floor in frustration.
"ZUT ALORS! ZUT ALORS! ZUT ALORS!" Bijou yelled into Hamtaro's ears, nearly deafening the poor kid who had no clue what was happening.
"Are you French?" Hamtaro suddenly asked, remember the movie "Ratatouille". Hey, even teenagers can watch kid's shows, right?
"FLER DE L'ETRE! FRENCH AND PROUD TO BE SO!" Bijou howled.
"Oh, I'm sorry that I ran into you and messed up your air," Hamtaro quickly said, forgetting that this girl was French and said "air".
"JE M'EN FOUS! JE M'EN FOUS!" Bijou bawled.
"Heke? What does that mean?"
"MON DIER, SABOTEUR, YOU DO NOT VANT TO KNOW."
Hamtaro covered his ears and asked politely, "Could you please stop yelling?"
"QUELLE HORREUR! VHAT A HORRIBLE ZHING! I'M YELLING AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW VHY! QUEL DOMMAGE! VHAT A PITY!"
And with that, Bijou ran off to find the bathroom to fix her "air", leaving young Hamtaro behind on his…well, behind. He placed his arms on his knees and thought for a long time.
"I think I did well that time!" Hamtaro cheered.
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OMG! I thought that was the freakn' funniest chapter of my life. Okay, I'll translate for you guys! (Bijou's such a bad girl for saying this stuff!)
Sacre bleu: Oh, Blue!
Mon Dieu: My, God
Qu'est-ce que c'est: What is this?
Saboteur: one who causes great sabotage
Zut alors: Darn it all
Fler de l'etre: French and proud to be so
Je M'en Fous: I don't give a damn/fuck (Isn't Bijou so bad on using this on innocent Hamtaro?)
Quelle horreur: What a horrible thing!
Quel Dommage: What a pity!
And I'll tell you what Bijou's boyfriend means later on, ok? I thought that it fit pretty well.
R&R, peeps!