Err, well how are you? Yeah I know it's been like… months, since I updated, so I think it be a stretch to wish for reviews, you've all probably forgotten anyways.

Renaika56: Jee, thanks! But it's ending soon so there won't be much to follow...

Kamyra: Umm sorry, I'm not allowed to hunt down and poke people I don't know... Hey, I'm not even a fan of them... My friend is and it disturbes me...

Mew-Sahara: Yup. Poking sure is fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Do you?

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Katie stalked around her bedroom, trampling various stuffed animals and gum wrappers.

Thick eyebrows brought together, her brow was wrinkled in angry thought. She was the pure image of an angry teen.

Non-existing curse words flew out of her mouth at random individuals, mostly when she stepped on one of old Barbies.

"Blemple… Snorkipuss… Snunkledoo-doo!" She snapped, her hands curling into fists.

"ARGH! I have to make them love each other! Nothing has worked so far!" She wailed over the blaring Hilary Duff music.

Memories of her previous attempts flashed in her mind.

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"What's not to like about him? Hmm?" Katie asked merrily.

"Well, for one thing he's to absorbed in his reading, I mean really! He wouldn't notice it if you shoved a pen up his nose!" Mint exclaimed loftily.

The fan girl couldn't help but agree on that point, she had tried it on several occasions.

"And then, f you can actually get him to stop reading, he uses words that no one else would understand! You'd need a dictionary to be able to have an actual conversation with the man!" The rich girl ranted on.

Katie made a face; that was true for sure, especially with her own limited vocabulary.

"And then there's his ears! They stick out way to far! I mean honestly, you could stab yourself to death on them!"

"But! It's fun to pull on them!" Katie put in cheerfully.

"Yeah, if his skin wasn't so greasy!" Mint made a disgusted face.

The rabid fan girl sighed in defeat.

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But no true fan girl gives up that easily!

For the past week she had been frightening the pair, forcing them together in the most imaginative circumstances, terrorizing them both with absurd threats all the while sneaking evil glances at Kish, who spent as much time as he could away from Pai.

But none of her brilliant plans had worked even the slightest. If anything it only served to push them farther apart.

Suddenly a look of genius crossed Katie's face.

Grinning like an idiot she marched downstairs. When she returned to her room she had a large bowl of ice cream.

Eating the ice cream happily she continued to ponder her problem.

For about an hour.

One and a half hours, two bowls of ice cream and a can of pop later and she had an idea.

Wiping the smudges of ice cream off her face she sat in front of her computer and started a Google search.

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Half an hour later the brunette stirred a lightly steaming pot over the stove in her kitchen.

She tossed in a couple spices without measuring and inhaled the steam deeply, and coughed.

The stuff smelled like fresh onions, cotton candy, and lily flowers.

Not exactly the best combo in the world.

Grinning happily while her throat clogged up with coughs she continued to stir her…whatever it was.

"This'll be so easy!" Katie said happily to herself.

Little did the simpleminded girl know that everything would screw up big-time.

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It was such a strange coincidence. One of those things that never actually happen in real life. But screw that it had happened to them, it wasn't something big.

So what if they all accidentally ended up at the same place—it wasn't important. Just all seven of them migrated to the same bar.

Kish shrugged and drank the 'shot'. He made a sour expression, and spat out the drink.

"How the hell can humans drink that crap?" He wondered out loud, shaking his head disbelieving. Spinning around on the stool he watched the room filled with people spin past him.

At a table near the middle of the room Aoyama and Ichigo sat, they were eating the food called 'French Fries'. Before he could get a good look at his kitten they had flown by.

Still spinning around and around on his stool he spotted Pudding harassing Tart, and Lettuce watching them, bored.

Kish stopped himself by grabbing hold of the bar; he let his chin fall onto the wood and sighed. Life was so boring; closing his eyes he wished something amazingly interesting would happen.

"Yo, you want a refill?" A familiar voice asked him.

Lifting his head he blinked at the bartender.

"Zakuro? What are you doing here?" He asked dumbfounded.

"I could ask you that," She said in return, "I had nothing to do," She told him with a shrug, "So you want that refill?"

"Uh, do you have anything that doesn't taste nasty?"

"…Not really,"

Kish sighed, "Okay, then something almost not nasty,"

"Coming right up," Zakuro turned away and set off to find something that fit the description.

"Kishy-chan!"

The alien straightened, and turned slowly.

"Kishy-chan I found you!" She sang, prancing towards him, "How have you been?" She asked happily.

"Fine, until now," He muttered under his breath.

There was a pause.

"YAY!" Katie screamed and hugged him tightly.

"Erk! Let go of me!" Kish screamed back.

"Err… Your drink…" Zakuro simply stared at them.

"Huh? Kishy-chan you drink alcohol!" Katie looked appalled but sounded joyous.

The fan girl released him and sat on the stool next to him, spinning around on it she grinned like she was on some kind of theme park ride.

Shuddering with disgust Kish sipped the glass of 'almost not nasty'. He stuck out his tongue and made a face.

"Hm? What's this?" He picked up a vial of clear pink liquid.

"Cool!" He poured some into his drink and then chugged the glass.

"Gack! NO! Don't do that!" Katie stopped spinning and jumped on Kish, "Spit it out! Spit it out right now!" She shook him by the throat.

"Get off me you psycho woman!"

"No! Look at me! Look at me if you won't spit it out!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked, fighting for his neck, Zakuro watched them half interested, "Besides… The one I love is Zakuro!"

"Say what?" Zakuro asked blankly, "That's it, I'm going on break," She stalked out from behind the bar.

"No wait! This girl means nothing to me!" Kish called after her desperately.

Katie released the poor alien and stalked off in the general direction of the bathroom.

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"Ooh! What's this?" Pudding poked the vial of pink stuff.

"Don't play with it, weird stuff has been happening lately, you don't know what'll happen," Tart snapped at her.

"Poor it into people's drinks? Great idea!" Pudding said happily and raced off around the room.

"Hi Zakuro, how's work?" Aoyama asked.

"…Odd," Was the reply he got, Zakuro slumped down in the free chair at the table, "Where's Ichigo?"

"Bathroom,"

"Wonderful,"

"…Want a drink?"

"...Sure…" Zakuro shrugged.

"Wee!" Pudding sang, emptying part of the vial into one of the drinks on the table, she went unnoticed.

Together Aoyama and Zakuro chugged down their glasses.

Heart shapes appeared in Zakuro's eyes.

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"Wee! Tart, wanna try some?" Pudding was spinning around on her stool, and as she did she pointed to two glasses on the bar.

"…Sure," Tart agreed, he had to admit, it did seem like the drink was good if everybody drank it…

"OKAY!" Pudding cheered and picked up two half empty glasses, "Here 'ya go!"

"One…Two—Three!" Pudding yelled and sipped her drink.

"Bleck! How's yours Tar-Tar?" She asked, he swallowed and was about to turn when someone knocked her off her stool.

"Eh? Oh! Pudding, what are you doing on the floor?" Ichigo asked, apparently it was her fault the monkey was sprawled on the ground.

"Hmm, oh, hi Tart!" She greeted the alien in a relatively friendly way. Tart stared at her. I mean, really stared at her.

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"Why am I even here…?" Pai sighed, and poked the glass of alcohol in front of him.

The answer to his question was both hiding from a certain fan girl and trying to find a certain purple mew.

Suddenly a slightly sweaty and tired looking Ichigo appeared in the seat next to him.

He simply picked up his book and ignored her, which was fine with Ichigo.

"Where that waitress?" She said to herself, "I need a drink!"

"Here you go!" Pudding plopped a half empty (or full, depending on how you look at it) shot glass in front of her.

"Oh, err, thanks Pudding," She mumbled and drank it hastily.

Pudding had disappeared into thin air (an art she had mastered long ago). So Ichigo looked at the only other source of life nearby. Pai.

And isn't that just dandy?

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Aoyama was scared. Not that creepy sense of skin crawling but really scared.

A deeply in love Zakuro was quite unnerving.

"Hello Aoyama,"

"Hnn? Oh, h-hello Mint," He muttered.

"You look tired, maybe you drink some water," She suggested.

He made a face. No he was not going to drink water. He had come to a bar and at bar he drank alcohol. End of discussion.

Mint saw his thought reflected in his eyes and sighed and pushed her untouched drink towards him.

"Here, I don't want it anyways," Aoyama gulped down a few mouthfuls, "Pudding was playing with it anyways," Mint finished.

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There you go! Yes there wasn't much in that, but it working it's way to the point...where it'll end. Sad isn't it? No. I can finally focus on finding my muse instead. Review please!