Author's Note: Yea, review. How nice. Anyways, I'm not that free everyday so you, readers, have to wait. So, let's get to the story, shall we?? Whether Mr. Stu-Pot screwed up or succeeded.

Demon Disclaimer: You know the words, so yea…

2D…

The blue-nette took a step forward as he was afraid he screwed up in something, again. He closed his eyes and wait for something to happen. He waited and waited, seconds passed and the gangsters were still fighting at the corner. 2D sighed in relief.

He thought he was a goner, or a bomb might explode, or an earthquake will start trembling the earth and etc etc etc, but nothing happened. He was still worried, though. It was the question. The question he was always asking himself when he used his gift, Am I at the right time??

"'ey, dullard. Ge' your ass here!!" A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts and carried him back to reality.

The vocalist turned around and saw the Satanist scanning the area. He screamed in his thoughts, Yes!! I'm at the right time!

Suddenly without any warning or any thinking before the British fellow shouted, "Yattaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

At this time, everybody was staring at him, even the gangsters stopped fighting and raised their eyebrows. The green-skinned-man punched his face hard, causing his band mate to groan in pain.

"Errr, it's nothin', folks. 'e darn asstard is always like 'at." The Bass Slayer laughed nervously.

With that, everybody went back to their own business or err… bashing.

"Wha' 'e hell you're trying to do?? Kill us?!" Murdoc shook a fist at him.

"Sumimasen." The trembling man apologized and covered his mouth. He missed his dear Noodle so much that he was talking like her now.

Noodle…

"So that will be 10 bucks, please." An almost-british-but-still-a-little-japanese-accent-voice spoke.

"'ere ya go, lil' missy." Her customer passed her the money.

The Japanese girl locked her gaze with the guy right in front of her and smiled. Her purple hair, which was still short but had grew a bit, waved in the air. Her green eyes hidden behind her bangs sparkled like they always would. She was clad in a waitress uniform that was of course and always, spotless. Her skin became a bit tanner as she always strolled along the beach every weekends, either alone or with one or all of her band mates.

"Well, see ya around." The boy finally broke their gazes and saluted "goodbye".

"You too. Come back again, okay??" The teen cheerfully answered.

She was always employee of the month as she had the best qualities among all the others.

"'ere ya go again, girl. Stealin' ma spotligh'." Carly, one of her colleagues and friend, playfully accused her.

"Awww. Sumimasen, Carly-chan. I'm just doing my work." The teenager shrugged her shoulders.

"Good evening, this is Roonie Stewart with the weather forecast here. There will be many snowstorms in Essex, England. All citizens are advised stay indoors…"

The guitarist widened her eyes and her mouth fell open. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Noodle fell overjoyed and scared at the same time, more like confused and doubtful.

She loved and hated snow.

Translations:

Yatta!! - I did it!!

Sumimasen - Sorry.

Wooh. That's kind of long. I guess. Anyways, R&R, please?? Arigatou!!