"I... I can't believe it..."
"Karate, it's been two hours. Please quit saying that?"
"I know but..." Karate took in a deep breath. "I can't."
"Shut up," Wrinkly, her face flustering, said while she shoved a mango into his face.
"I have a question though," Karate said, removing the mango.
"What's that?"
"At my trial... Why weren't you there?"
Silence.
Wrinkly played with her papaya, her face still pinkish-red.
"Well... DK was only an infant back when that happened... I'd only had him seven months prior so..."
"I understand," Karate said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "The baby comes first."
"I would've been there, though," Wrinkly said. "Curse the responsibility of being a mother."
"I understand. I thought you hated papayas?"
"Huh?" Karate pointed at the chunk taken out of the papaya in Wrinkly's hand. "Oh... Well, that was over thirty years ago. Things have changed since then."
"I understand." Karate munched on a mango. "You know, no offense, but as old as you are, you still look pretty young."
"Thanks. So do you." Karate scoffed.
"Me? You're kidding right?"
"No, you really do look good."
"I'm fifty years old," Karate started, squeezing the juice out of his fruit on the ground in front of him, "black, and I have a funny sounding voice!"
"I don't think it's funny sounding," Wrinkly said. Karate smiled.
"Wow, thanks," he said and looked at his watch. "I gotta go. It's after eleven." Wrinkly sat up, her eyes wide, and gasped, a little shocked.
"What? It is?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wow. Didn't realize it was that late when I left DK's house." Karate got up.
"See you tomorrow?"
"Sure?"
The martial artist left after saying goodnight. Wrinkly stayed for another ten minutes before finally getting up. As she walked down the hill the fruit tree sat on, a voice on the wind carried her name.
"Wrinkly..."
She turned around, surprised.
"W-who's there?!"
"Turn around Wrinkly..."
She did and her legs gave out.
"C-Cranky!" she literally cried. Cranky stood right infront of her, blood falling down his front and staining his shirt.
"Wrinkly." She could tell he was trying to speak louder but his voice didn't come much above a whisper. "I want to be with you. To hold you in my arms again. But I can't. I'm sorry."
"Cranky?" Wrinkly said when he turned around. He dashed off. "Cranky!"
"I'm sorry, my love," Cranky said. He ran up the hill and down the other side. Wrinkly followed. "I love you, please forgive me."
"Cranky what--?"
"I want you to be with Karate! Do you hear me?" His voice was harsh but as Wrinkly neared the top of the hill, she didn't see him in sight. His voice, however, carried on the wind. "Make sure he does whatever it takes to make you happy."
"Cranky!" she called. She ran faster and tripped over a branch growing out of the ground from the fruit tree.
And she didn't get up.