Kuri: Awww! I'm sorry i'm so LAZY! For one thing, I still havn't got 'Candy Kiss' (Only one vote... Hmmm...) started, and it took sooooooo long for Chapter 3! Well, anyway here it is. Reviews are luff, and Thank you Everyone who already did! You are my reason to write!

I had alot of fun thinking this chapter up x3

Enjoy!

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Tart sighed. Here it was. He knew it was Puddings house... He had seen Pudding walk in a few times when he was fighting the Mews. Luckily, It was after the Cafe's closing time, so she'd probably be home.

He knocked on the door twice, once by accedent because he was shaking so violently.

A young boy opened the door. "Konichi-" His eyes grew wide with fear as he looked up at the alien. The door slammed in Tart's face. He could make out a few of the soft cries that came from inside.

"Hiecha... Please... scares me... ears..."

"Chancha... you baby... go look..."

This time a girl, who reminded him of Pudding at her age, only with longer hair and lighter eyes, swung open the door. The boy cowarded behind her. Again, her eyes grew wide, but not with fear. Tart remained silent. It was mixed emotion. Some shock, fear and happiness.

She squeeled with delight at twirled round and round as she sang, "He's Here! He's Here! Chancha, He's here! Honcha, Hanacha, Lucha! He's Here! Onee-chan! It's him!"

Tart peered inside the house to see three more boys who looked just like the first, and a weary shape emerging from the stairs that lead to the second story.

Was it... no... It cant be...

"Pudding!" Tart litteraly shrieked. He ran throught the front entrance, halting where the monkey girl stood.

"Tar-Tar!" She whispered, as if her eyes were betraying her.

Tar-Tar. I'm talking to Pudding. To my Pudding.

"Pudding..." He mumbled. "Uh..."

"TAR-TAR!" Pudding screamed, hugging him tight. "TAR-TAR IS BACK!"

Tart couldn't help but blush. But he hugged her back.

The two stood there, swaying slowly, just enjoying the moment. Hiecha sighed dreamily, but the boys all turned away and walked upstairs, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

That night Pudding set up the guest room for Tart. (Although Hiecha had been very daring and suggested that the two sleep in Pudding's room. Tart wasn't very fond of the idea.)

After a good supper of cooked fish and rice, Tart headed upstairs. He liked night. He could just lie in bed and think, without anyone bothering him or snapping him back into the real world right before he made a big discovery.

In the middle of the night (Tart could never tell what time it was, as there was no clock in his room), Tart heard a noise from his door. It creaked open to reveal a blond girl holding a monkey plush doll.

"Pudding?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you...?"

"I can't sleep." She whispered.

"And you're coming to me because...?"

"Well," She blushed. " I guess its just nice to have somone else to rely on... I mean... I have no parents... and..." Tears began to form in her eyes as she stepped closer to his bed. "And whenever Okaa-san was around... Everything was so..."

Tart got what she was trying to say. She wanted to stay in here with him. He found it very childish, but he wasn't about to Send her back to her own room. Nor was he about to let her sleep with him.

"Uhh... What if we... Uh... find somthing... somthing in the middle?" He hadn't been very social in the four years away from earth, let alone social with girls. He was begining to find it hard to talk to Pudding, his words being clogged up by a strange feeling, like as if his entire stomach had just twisted into a knot.

"Improvise? Okay!" Pudding said, shaking her tears onto the dark rug. She grabbed Tart's blanket, leaving him in his shorts, blushing. Then she grabbed the pillow Tart was resting his elbow on, witch threw him off balance completely because he had his hand holding up his head. She them folded them into a nice sleeping bag.

"This is where you sleep." Pudding then ran to her room and returned with her own sheets and pillow and did the same. "And this is wher I'll sleep."

"Ok..." Tart stammerd as he rolled off the bed and into the bag.

Pudding got into hers.

After a few endless momments of scilence, Pudding did somthing that really threw Tart for a loop- She reached over and grabbed his hand.

Tart was about to pull away, but she was already asleep. And her hand was warm. In fact, It made Tart's whole body feel warm, not just that arm. He sighed and began to sleep.

But Tart, being well, Tart, shifted himself so much that he finally ended up with his arm around Pudding's sholder.

So that was how they slept that night.

It was the best sleep Pudding (Who had still been awake at the time when Tart rested his arm on her) could ever remember.

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Kuri: Sorry about the long wait na no nya! Chapter 4 may take awhile, as I have NO CLUE What strange, whitty things they should do next. It would have been up sooner, but rogers killed our internet, Phone, AND Television for 3 days! Torture! If you read this chapter, please review 3