MonkeygirlNaNoDa- HIYA NA NO DA!!!

Pudding- that's my saying, na no da… -.-

Tart- it's just three words, get over it…

Pudding- like these three- I HUMPED YOU!!!

Tart- [blushes or I ENJOYED IT!!!

Pudding-really[heart eyes

MonkeygirlNaNoDa- Okay, back to ME!!! Well, the fic. [pushes Pudding and Tart out of fic. Right. Pudding is now sixteen. Tart is seventeen. It looks like she's gotten over the deaths in her family, but what will happen to her next?

Pudding sighed happily, leaning on Tart on the cream leather sofa. At last, she and Tart had bought their first home. Now that the Ichigo was married to Aoyama with a house of her own, she looked after the quadruplets because she didn't have kids of her own yet. Lately she was getting lazier and wanted more and more fruits. Ichigo was now very excited because a small bump had formed on her stomach. If she was pregnant then she would be two months' gone. Mint had now married Zakuro, a very fitting couple. And very, very rich. Lettuce had married Ryou, was eight months' pregnant and Pudding was going steady with Tart. And any fool could see that they were very deeply in love. But they had no intention to go very far yet. Pudding had told him that when they first got together. And Tart never tried to push her to it. But Pudding did have to leave for a couple hours every now and then because he had thrown another tantrum. But that night, the couple had just celebrated Valentine's day and were both a bit drunk as they snuggle up to each other on the hard sofa. //"Oww, my butt hurts," moaned Tart when Pudding first bought it. "It's like sitting on a block of wood. OUCH!!" Pudding then slapped his butt and winked. "Or I could think of something else that could make it hurt worse," she said, laughing.// He hadn't moaned about it since, especially since it was getting broken in and softer. Pudding had grown her hair out and now wore it in a high ponytail that reached her shoulders when it was up, and reached halfway down her waist when it was down. It was no longer pale blonde; it had darkened a bit and now looked a bit like the colour it was in her Mew form. Tart had cut his hair and no longer wore it in pigtails, even though his girlfriend had protested it was cute. //"That's the problem," he had sighed "I don't wanna be cute." Pudding had kissed him and said "Hey, whatever turns you on," laughing when she saw the red colour of her boyfriend's face. "It's a saying, dummy. I wouldn't really do that. I'm not gonna go that far." Tart just laughed.// Pudding sighed and kissed his neck as he pulled her closer to him, rocking her a little. Pudding smiled smugly. She knew that other girls wanted him, and were prepared to go much further than Pudding wanted to. But that was why he was with her. Because she set boundaries. Pudding yawned and her eyelids felt heavy, but she fought it to stay up with Tart. It was Valentine's day, after all. He had given her a beautiful rose quartz necklace as a gift. She had given him candy like she used to when they were kids. He still loved this gift even after nine years because she had given it to him. Knowing that she still cared was the biggest gift ever. But Pudding's drowsiness took over and she fell asleep on him. Tart looked surprised for a minute, then smiled as he kissed her cheek. He picked her up, luckily he was strong and she was quite light, and put her to bed, not changing her clothes. He wouldn't do that, she wouldn't like it. So he just laid her on the bed and put a thin blanket over her as he got changed and snuggled up with her, being careful not to wake her. He kissed her again and laid his head down by hers. They were asleep in minutes.

Pudding woke first. She closed her hands on the ones around her lower waist and stroked her thumbs along them. Then she felt a jerk from behind her, and took it as Tart waking up. She rolled over, ready to greet him, but he was tied and some lad in a ski mask and black clothes was holding a knife to his throat. "Let me in there with you," he said, and Pudding recognised the voice immediately. She scowled. "And I'll let him live." He grinned maliciously. "Why, perv? Did Ichigo shoot you down again? Oh wait, I know why. Because she's married." Kisshu pulled the knife closer to Tart's throat and a little blood trickled off the knife. "Okay, okay just let him live." A tear slid down Pudding's cheek. "Good girl." He said pulling the ski mask off. Pudding was right. She hiccupped quietly as she began to undo the buttons of her top. Tart groaned and opened his eyes to Pudding crying, and his old teammate Kisshu ogling at her as he forced her to undo her top. He tried to yell to Pudding, but the tape around his mouth was too tight so only a small muffle escaped. He had to just sit there and watch his girlfriend raped by his ex best friend. He was completely furious. Her first time should have been with him, not some paedophile that used to be his friend. And when it was over, he knocked her out, got dressed and teleported away. Tart managed to free his hands and ripped the tape from his mouth and undid everything else. He ran over to Pudding and grabbed a cloth from the bedside table and cleaned the blood snaking from her mouth. He re-dressed her and then he saw blood dripping onto her from the wound in his throat. He didn't care at that precise moment. He just wanted to make sure she was okay. Then, the blood became too much and he grabbed a roll of bandages and gently wrapped it round the abrasion. He ran back upstairs in case she had suddenly disappeared, but she was sitting on the bed, crying. Screw this, Tart thought, skidding in front of her and tacklehugged her onto her back. He kissed her passionately, not caring that the blood had seeped through the bandage and onto Pudding, or that her mouth was filling with blood. He let her get up to spit it out into a piece of cloth. "I'm sorry, Taru-taru… I… did… Kisshu… made…" he put his lips on hers again. "I know. I'm not mad. It was the only thing you could do." Pudding stood up and dialled 911. "Konnichiwa, my boyfriend has a cut to the throat, we'd like to have it bandaged." She reeled off the house number and street name. When she put the phone down, he took the cloth from his wound and threw it away. When the ambulance finally got there, she explained what had happened. "Then we'd need you to come to the police for sexual assault. And there is a witness," she said, noting how the couple tightly held hands. "Which makes the chance of a conviction higher." Pudding nodded, mouth oozing blood again. She swallowed it this time. Tart just looked disgusted, but he tried to hide it because there was nowhere for her to spit the blood out.

Pudding- EEEWWW na no da!!!!

Tart- well, this oughta strengthen our relationship…

MonkeygirlNaNoDa- So you do have one, then?

Tart blushes

MonkeygirlNaNoDa-Ja Ne!!