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Comment of the Week: Yennefer:" Best moment: "-It's a giant cucumber! -I'm a pickle!". I think you had sniff too many of your dog breath ;P (Look! It's a bird! No, it's a plane! No, it's a GIANT PICKLE! A new hero is born."
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Continuing from the previous chapter :)
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Chapter Six: In which there is a Water Buffalo in the room.
"And…that's how it ended." Tolle shrugged, hands jammed in his pockets as he shuffled down the street along side his fellow journalist.
Fingers eagerly fiddling with her camera as always, Miriallia cocked her head to the side and gave an elegant. "Huh, that really blows."
Tolle raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Really? You picked up on that too? Before or after she broke up with me?"
Miriallia grinned, unapologetic for her blunt nature. "Well, you said that you guys weren't working out…" her logical voice spoke honestly. "And you're young- and sometimes if you get too tied up in the bad things that happen in life, the right- oooh!" Quick as a flash she was gone and Tolle looked confusedly after her as her brown head bobbed through the crowd milling through the mall.
"Miriallia!" he called, giving chase. "Miriallia, wait up!" After pushing and shoving his way through the crowd he found himself standing before an arcade and he took a step back in surprise. Peering about, he couldn't at first find his elusive comrade until he heard;
"Noooo… they BUTCHERED him!"
Navigating through the maze of arcade games he found Miriallia, nose pressed to the glass of a claw-and-prize game, staring in horror at a yellow stuffed animal that looked as if it had seen it's fair share of the inside of a dog's mouth.
"Miriallia, what's wrong?" Tolle asked tentatively.
Wordless in seeing her childhood crushed before her eyes, Miriallia gestured to the clear capsule in which a yellow discombobulated stuff animal was stashed in the far corner.
"My God…" Tolle's eyebrows raised as he evaluated the damage done on the once electric mouse pokemon. "They killed Pikachu."
And so they had. For someone had taken the eyes, nose, and mouth of a Raggedy-Anne Doll, and sowed it onto the Pikachu's and it was a truly horrific sight. And now the doomed creature smiled up eerily at them from where it was wedged between a few other capsules.
"This wrong must be fixed!" Determidly, Miriallia dug her wallet out, intent on saving the Pikachu from whatever fate it had been delivered.
Five dollars later proved that Miriallia was no closer to saving it than Ash was to becoming Pokémon Master.
"Darn you!" she kicked the vendor only to wince. "I won't forget this." She added, sniffling slightly. After securing a picture with her camera of the "helpless victim", she and Tolle continued their stroll through the mall.
"Are you always like that?" Tolle chuckled.
Miriallia nodded, still casting lingering glances over her shoulder in the direction of the claw-and-prize. "Yeah… my friends think I'm a nerd. They're right. My one friend," a faint smile crossed her face. "tries to work it to his advantage by using Pokémon pick up lines on me." She laughed softly at the memory of a blonde boy screaming "I CHOOSE YOU!" at the top of his lungs down a hall way of their school one day. It warmed her heart for a flash to remember how when they were younger Dearka had nicknamed her after the water pokemon, Merill, calling her 'Merilla'.
"That's pretty funny." Tolle smiled, glancing at the brunette at his side from time to time and comparing her to the memory of another girl who would walk at his side a while ago. "But you never got done what you were saying earlier."
"Oh?" Puzzled, Miriallia pondered that for a moment, thinking hard as she tried to recatch their strand of conversation. "Oh! Of course! Now I remember!"
"mhm?" Tolle smiled encouragingly, snaring her hand to keep her from walking past him as he snagged an empty bench in the middle of the mall. "Go on." He added, patting the space beside him as he sat down.
Miriallia neatly sat beside him, ankles crossed and back straight as her sparkling eyes met his. "If you get wrapped in the past- the right person might just slip right through your fingers."
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"Dearka…"
"Shhhh." The blonde whispered back to his 'date' as he peered through a pair of tiny plastic binoculars, that he had won from an arcade game earlier in the day.
"Dearka."
"Not now, Mey!" he hissed back, his eyes never leaving his targets. His free hand was positioned over his nose to help muffle the overly rich smell of perfume that clouded the air and made one gag to breathe.
"Dearka! The saleslady is giving us a funny look- is this really the best look out spot?" a beet-red Meyrin cried as she unsuccessfully tried to pull Dearka away from the lace-covered mannequin that was posing in the front of the lingerie store. They had been there for about twenty minutes, watching Miriallia and the boy, Tolle, chat together on a picnic bench inside the mall. And twenty minutes of loitering between a mannequin's legs seemed good enough to Meyrin.
Dearka allowed himself a quick moment to glance at the Barbie-look-alike at the register who was, in fact, giving him funny looks. Too late did he realize his grave, and embarrassing mistake. He hadn't been paying attention when he darted behind the mannequin to hide, nor did it occur to him that putting the binoculars through the legs of the scantily clad mannequin and then peering through from there would be considered, ah, questionable.
"Hey you two, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" The lady called sternly, her fake black eye lashes so long that they practically grazed her eyebrows as they dipped down to form a scowl.
"Oh shoot!" he yelped, glancing back at his quarry- Tolle had slid closer to Miriallia on the bench, closing the few of distance between their forms. His head went up, colliding painfully with the lacey-clothed mannequin above him. "Oh, shoot!" he said again, one hand massaging his sore head, and the other helping him haul backwards as the mannequin teetered dangerously on it's pedestal.
It was a moment he would never forget, as the world slowed down, and the wobbling plastic model swung like an upside down pendulum, and his eyes moved from side to side following its careening body.
Then it hit the mannequin next to it.
Who in turn, slowly fell and hit the mannequin beside it.
A domino of lace and shiny plastic ensued with plenty of crashing sounds as the entire store window lane of mannequins fell one, by one, by one over and on to the ground.
Dearka and Meyrin froze- actually, just about everybody in hearing distance froze, staring openmouthed at the destruction sight surrounding the two gaping teens. This included Miriallia and Tolle who were right across from them outsides the store.
"My life…is over." Meyrin whispered. "Darling, I believe this is the end of us as we know it."
Dearka, who was still struggling with shock, watched in horror as Miriallia's brow furrowed and she stood- advancing slowly towards them. Gingerly he put his arm around his pink-haired accomplice and said. "Together till the end, love. If anyone asks; you're my fiancée. We were lingerie shopping for the big night together." Only after he glanced at Meyrin did he realize that his 'girlfriend' looked about ready to swoon. The girl who never got attention had just received a little too much and was practically in Dearka's arms, as tremors wracked her pale body.
Clearing his throat, Dearka turned his back on the bewildered Miriallia to face the clerk who looked like she wanted to strangle him with the leopard print thong in her hands. "We'll take, um, that lingerie set, please." Dearka said slowly, gesturing vaguely in a fallen mannequin's direction. He felt like he was holding onto a vibrating life sized phone as Meyrin trembled.
"I oughta-" the woman began just as her manager- whose fur-decorated outfit Dearka was sure he had seen being modeled at 'Pimps R' Us!"- stepped out and bellowed.
"Who did this?!"
Oh crap- there goes my college tuition. Dearka thought, opening his mouth to admit the truth and cast all blame from Meyrin.
"I am so sorry!" a familiar female voice said.
Dearka and Meyrin swung around to gape at Miriallia and Tolle who were carefully picking their way through the debris of pink and white lace. It amused Dearka more then it probably should to watch Tolle get tripped by a bra strap.
"Excuse me?" the manager demanded.
Miriallia waved her camera in answer, grinning bashfully. "Well, you see sir. My friends and I are writing a cover-piece on your store for our fashion magazine. I was positioning my camera from outsides and my friend here," she gestured to Dearka who was still as stiff as…well… a mannequin. "Was helping me find the right angle and-" she continued to prattle on happily for a few minutes about photography, leaving Dearka behind in the dust.
"What is she saying?" Meyrin asked confused.
"I don't know." Dearka said back. "It doesn't seem like English though."
English or not, whatever she was saying seemed to impress the manager for by the time she was done her explanation the man's chest had puffed out like a peacock and the clerk was looking considerably warmer. This fact was more than obvious as she began twirling the thong around her finger casually, winking warmly at Dearka who marveled over the fact that her top eye lashes didn't get stuck to her bottom; they were so thick with mascara.
"Well then, I s'pooose we can ignore this little accident. It's not that big of a deal. Just gotta pick up the mannequins after all." To demonstrate, the manager leant over and hauled a mannequin upright.
Phew. Dearka thought, gazing relieved at the smiling white mannequin. His relief turned to horror as the head tilted, fell off and landed with a thunk on the ground, where it's smile leered back up at the group standing there.
There was a short silence in which they all stared down at the smiling head and then Tolle drawled. "Well, we got our piece done. You'll be hearing word from us sooner or later." He threaded his arm through Miriallia's- Dearka bit his lip, feeling Meyrin's concerned gaze on him as he followed the pair in front of him out of the store. Hardly had they exited the mall when Miriallia swung on him.
"What in the Honan region was that?" Miriallia cried.
Dearka exchanged a shrug with Meyrin who seemed to be playing peekaboo in his armpit as she snuggled against him under his protective arm.
Taking in the sight of them did Miriallia suddenly realize something. "Oh my hoho-"
"Okay, Mir, did you get enough Pokemon references in?" Dearka rolled his eyes sarcastically, trying not to let the bitterness he felt inside leak into his voice.
"Dude, there could never be enough Pokemon references. Got to respect the classics." Tolle grinned, shoulder bumping Miriallia who, distracted, smiled for a split second. Dearka, who could tolerate Yzak on his worst days, suddenly found himself irritated for the first time ever.
"Right." Dearka said, his gaze boring in to Miriallia's.
"What?" she said innocently. "He's right! What would this world be with out the love and friendship that Pokemon was all about?"
Well, I wouldn't have to worry so much about Tolle, for one thing. Dearka brooded before saying. "So, we're going to go now,"
"Wait," Miriallia grabbed him by the forearm. Her gaze met Meyrin's gently. "I always thought it was for show- but I guess it's true?"
"Huh?" Meyrin and Dearka cocked their heads toward eachother, completely lost as Miriallia grinned at them.
"You guys love eachother!"
Like hell we do! Dearka and Meyrin, unknowingly, thought in perfect unison, trying to keep their sickly sweet smiles plastered across their faces.
"Yup." Dearka said.
"You caught us." Meyrin said.
Something dark flickered in Miriallia's eyes for a moment and she seemed to hesitate before beaming. "You two are like Brock and Nurse Joy. Finally brought together at last."
"Did she stop speaking English again?" Meyrin whispered, watching her friend's friend with concern. Dearka shook his head.
Elbowing Mir gently, Tolle broke in, a teasing glint in his eyes as he took Mir's hand in his. "Just a few minutes ago you were telling me Brock was meant to be with Misty."
Dearka's irritation with the young man increased. Not many people could understand Miriallia's curious view on the world, and the fact that Tolle not only understood it but shared it, really got on Dearka's nerves.
Interrupting before Mir could reply, Dearka said. "Well, I think Meyrin and I had enough excitement for one day. Come on, M'rin." He turned sharply, not pausing for Miriallia's and Tolle's farewells as he led Meyrin back to where he had parked his truck.
Hardly had they got on the road when Meyrin let loose the banshee within.
"My…GOD! Dearka- what, why, ohmyGodohmyGodwhatintheworld wasthat?!" she buried her face into her palms with a wail of "My life is over!" Dearka gritted his teeth, clenching the steering wheel tightly in his hands.
Tremors wracked her and he glanced at her in concern as she fell silent.
"Me-" he began only to see her face tilt up, looking like the color had been sucked from it.
"I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend." She repeated, a look of wonder on her face. "Dearka, I'm dating you!" she flopped back against her seat, looking stunned. "Why am I dating you? When…did…this happen?"
"A few minutes ago." Dearka hesitated. "Sorry. You… didn't really get a choice…"
The tension swept from her body like a blanket whose wrinkles had been shaken out and Meyrin sighed, curling into a ball in her seat. The shyness she wore like a cloak of protection fell around her once more as she muttered. "Dearka, I'm not dating you."
Dearka rolled his eyes. "You aren't really, doll-face."
"Oh, yeah." She closed her eyes for a moment as if to fall asleep only to bolt upright and cry. "Dearka- what was this whole day about?!"
"Huh?" Dearka jumped, startled. "I'm driving!" he yelped.
"That's not an excuse to not answer me! You called me, during soccer practice, to ask for my help in stalking Miriallia and somehow we ended up in a relationship because of it." She paused, adding thoughtfully. "Not that I mind, beloved, but before our love has always been a thing of dreams. For it to be in real life-" a shudder ran through her. "Luna's going to murder me." Her voice dry.
Dearka chuckled bemusedly. Yes, Luna probably would. No, mentioning that would probably not be a comfort.
Especially because she would castrate Dearka in a heart beat.
"I am sorry, dearest." He murmured soothingly. The cadence of language exchanged between the two was bizarre and overly lovey-dovey to the outside eye. Really it was just a pretense between two people. A girl who sought love but could not find, and a boy who never looked for it and so never noticed how ensared he was in it. They were eachother's shields. Friends bound by a bond none of the others could quite understand. One of which they barely understood themselves.
"Alright, I'll be frank, Dearka." Meyrin said timidly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "This whole relationship thing to make Mir jealous. It's going to be awkward…"
For hardly a split moment, Dearka found himself nodding in agreement only then to realize what she had said.
The car dangerous swerved for a moment as his mind went numb. "'make Mir jealous'?! WHAT?!" he gaped at the younger girl beside him like a fish out of water.
Meyrin edged closer to the door, clutching her seat belt nervously. "The street, Dearka. The street. I know I swore 'till death do us part' but this was not what I meant."
Dearka's head snapped back around. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.
"Well," Meyrin began carefully. "This is all because of Miriallia and that boy 'Tolle' right?"
"What? Noooo." Dearka shook his head. "Not at all."
Confusion filled Meyrin's gaze though Dearka couldn't see. "Huh? So…you…don't like her?"
Dearka gaped wordlessly.
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"Hey kid," Shiho smiled gingerly as she stepped into the little girl's ward.
The brown haired girl's eyes lit up and she shrieked. "You came!"
"We both did." Meer announced, one hand still rubbing her arm where a distinct hand shape, roughly the size of Shiho's hand, was still fading.
"Though for some it was a smoother trip." Shiho smiled brilliantly, her eyes a cold glare on Meer. "And," she added, reaching into her plain brown satchel. "We brought stickers!"
Even Meer couldn't resist the smile that spread across her face when the little girl's eyes lit up and her mouth formed a small "O" of delight.
"Glow in the dark stickers?" she squealed, glancing at the nurse for permission before kicking off her blankets and throwing herself onto the floor where she scrambled up to her peers. "Oh my gosh! There's so many!" she splayed her little hands on the sheet, staring awestruck at the flowers, stars, animals, dinosaurs, hearts and everything imaginable.
"And I brought nail polish." Meer added, proud to contribute and unable to resist the happiness the girl shined with. She pulled out the numerous bottles of pink and blue and purples hues that glittered and sparkled inside their bottles.
The girl clapped her hands together, quivering with excitement.
The nurse smiled affectionately over her shoulder. "Your new friends can stay for an hour, but no more, Mew." As she walked past she ruffled her ward's hair. "Be good."
Mew waved goodbye to her nurse before turning to her smilling audience. "Stickers!" she said. "No no, wait, nails…" she bit her lip and then said slowly. "Both?"
"Mew, is that your name?" Shiho checked as she smoothed the blankets on the bed and took a seat. 'Mew' nodded eagerly before bounding up to take a seat beside her, padding the empty space on her left for Meer.
"Yup. Or at least part of it," Mew confided, eyes sparkling.
"Well I'm Shiho." Shiho held out her hand and Mew solemnly shook it.
"And I'm Meer." Meer hastily added, exchanging the same greeting.
Nodding, Mew asked gravely. "Are you two best friends?"
"Er." Grey eyes met amethyst eyes as the two teenagers weighed each other's worth to the little girl's hopes.
"Oh totally!" Meer nodded furiously.
"Of course!" Shiho said.
Psych! They thought.
"Oh good." Mew relaxed with a sigh. "Friends are important, you see." She told them seriously. "They'll always be there for you just like you two will be for eachother."
Oh Lord, she's smart for a little girl. Shiho thought after exchanging a look of horror over Mew's head with Meer.
"Or at least, that's what my mommy would say." Mew shrugged.
"Your mom sounds very smart." Meer said kindly.
"Oh, she is. The smartest of the smart. Sometimes I think she had esp."
"'Esp'." Shiho repeatedly slowly, confused.
"Esp. E-S-P. Esp. It's a good word cause it's short and only has three letters." Mew explained. "It means she had the power to tell when I had been eating cookies with out asking."
Shiho choked on a snort of amusement and Meer coughed, both struggling not to laugh.
Wiping her eyes, Meer asked. "Alright, Mew, what color would you like?"
"All of them!"
"All of them?"
"Yes! Rain bow nails! Give me stripes! Rainbow zebra stripes!" Mew demanded.
Helplessly, Meer gazed pleadingly at Shiho. "Um, Shiho?"
Fighting her giggles, Shiho shook her head and stood up, stretching. "Nope, couldn't give zebra stripes even if I tried." Turning to Mew she said. "Alright, Meer will paint your nails and you can point with your other hand at the wall where you want your stickers."
"Those are the removable ones, right?" Meer checked and Shiho nodded.
"Everywhere!" Mew exclaimed, throwing her hands out, smacking Meer in the face as she did. Meer let out a squeal- probably more horrified that her lipstick might have been mussed rather then the pain – and Mew giggled. Shiho smirked to herself as she peeled stickers off the sheets, watching as Mew laughed at the morose Meer- she had found an ally in the little one.
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It was an accident. Really.
"You killed him!"
"No I di- I mean, I didn't mean to!"
"He's dead! The little baby is dead!"
"I didn't see him!"
"Kira Hibiki- you are… are… mean!" Lacus wailed, absolutely red in the face as she cradled the mangled furry body of a tiny bunny in her arms.
Helplessly, Kira threw up his hands in the air in defeat. There was just no winning where Lacus was concerned.
"Poor bunny." She sniffled, smoothing the fur of the creature. Kira sighed and looked back at his used motorcycle he had just gotten. This is a really…really…bad sign. I can tell. He thought moodily. I mean I just get this thing, I'm hardly home, and already I kill something? Oh Lord. Lacus won't let this go. He winced looking back at the pink haired girl. She might not kill me… But Cagalli will.
Unaware of her friend's brother organizing his Will, Lacus squealed excitedly. "He's alive! Alive!"
Kira jumped, hopping over to look over her shoulder. She frowned at him.
"What?"
"Last time you came near him you half killed him. Please don't finish the job."
"Oh come on, Lacus."
Lacus hesitated before relenting and holding up the small white-furred, red-eyed bunny. It's nose was twitching slightly as it blinked at them, ears alert.
"Maybe you didn't hit it." She murmured. Examining it's twisted leg showed that the leg didn't seem to cause the bunny any pain. "Must be a past injury that it's had for a while." She smiled. "You are such a sweet sweet wild bunny."
"Um, Lacus, that thing might have rabies." Kira tugged at her arm. "Now put the wild dangerous bunny down."
"No." Lacus said determinedly. Then she held the bunny up, like Simba from the Lion King, and declared. "Your name shall be Mr. Pink and you will be my fuzzy bunny, the cutest bunny in the world."
Kira sighed and then stiffened as the 'Cutest Bunny in the world' turned it's head and fixed him with a beady-eyed stare. As Lacus cuddled the creature, an ominous chill ran down his spine and he knew, knew with out a doubt, that Mr. Pink… had to disappear. Soon.
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It was a dark room, not much bigger then a walk-in closet with a tiny table crammed in the center and two chairs on either side. The ceiling light was dim and cobwebs clung to it casting strange shadows upon the four people in the room.
The silence, gloomy, was at last broken by a feminine voice. "I'll be honest, Mr. Cop, I'm really disappointed in this interrogation room, it doesn't look anything like the ones on TV." Cagalli let out a huff, crossing her arms as her eyes traveled around the room skeptically. "I mean, come ooon this place is tiny- Meer's bra fits more-"
The bluehaired man beside her, coughed, startled, his face flushing slightly though the two cops across from them exchanged confused looks.
"And not to mention- where is the two way mirror? This can not be called an interrogation room if there isn't a two way mirror with people watching me on the other side." The blonde was slightly nervous and she blabbered on trying to ease the tense atmosphere as she racked her brain trying to think what she might have done this time.
Her brother and her had a reputation already with a good deal of the cops in there are from disturbing the peace to accidently burning down the chemistry lab at the highschool (which was a complete accident, just saying). In fact she knew all the blue-bloods by name and Mr. Hawke, Meyrin's Dad, who sat directly across from her was on friendly terms with them and she had nicknamed the serious, broad-shouldered, and burly-mustached gent as simply "Mr. Cop".
However, the man sitting next to him- buff and silent with a glower to rival the grim reaper (though ,does the grim reaper have a glower considering he has no eyes?) – was unfamiliar not to mention a state trooper
What would they call a state trooper in for? It must have been something really bad… Oh no- the pickle costume! I STOLE THE PICKLE! Wait, that can't be it. That's hardly a serious offense- I mean, if I showed them the costume…
Oh.
Crap...
I broke the costume.
But what they don't know that… Besides, I technically did that restaurant a favor- they wouldn't believe how many children that I made cry in that costume…
"So…" Cagalli nervously drummed her fingers. "What am I here for?"
Slowly the statetrooper pulled out something from a bag by his feet. The object was in a crinkled, clear plastic bag like the ones they put evidence in. "Ma'am, do you recognize this? We found it in your locker."
It was a knife. And it was stained.
Cagalli blushed a furious red which drew Athrun's stunned gaze. "Now- this isn't what it looks like." She muttered, a bright red blush staining her cheeks.
"Oh?"
"Cagalli…" Athrun whispered, looking back at the knife. The red stained looked just like…blood.
"That isn't what you guys think it is- I have a perfectly sound explanation." She coughed. "I woke up late for school and 'cause I wanted to save time I just stacked up bacon and put the knife through it and ate it on the way to school. Then I brought it in cause I wanted to wash it but I forgot that it was in my locker."
The visual of image of Cagalli sitting on a bus, munching bacon off the end of a very long, very pointy knife filled Athrun's head and he shook it in exasperation.
"Hmmmm. Well, young lady, you shouldn't be bring knives into school period. Do this again and you will be suspended. Understand?"
"Yes sir." Cagalli sheepishly accepted the knife from him, carefully holding it by the end. "But, sir, is that all?"
The state trooper and Mr. Hawke exchanged an uncomfortable look. A minute passed and then the statetrooper revealed one last thing; a small, black object with numerous wires sticking out of it. Carefully he placed it in the center of the table. "How about this, Miss Hibiki?" His tone flat, his eyes cold.
"Um…" Cagalli exchanged a nervous glance with Athrun. His green eyes, warm and steady on hers, sent a wave of reassurance and she thanked God that he was with her then. I'm so glad he's here. I would be pretty freaked out if he wasn't. He's been so calm- I wonder how he does that? Probably cause he's older or whatever… but Kira isn't really like that at times- it must be just Athrun. So calm. And yet… Athrun's hand knocked hers lightly under the table and Cagalli's eyes widened slightly as he smiled comfortingly and gave her fingers a tiny squeeze. Her nervousness washed away she took a deep breath to respond, her thoughts thrumming. And yet, so alive- I kinda like that. "I have no idea what that is."
Mr. Hawke didn't seem surprised but he smiled slightly at the stoic resolve of the young blonde. Curiously, he glanced again at the blue-haired boy who had identified himself as a close friend of Cagalli's. Dark green eyes met his and he blinked in surprise at the unwavering expression of protectiveness those narrowed eyes carried. With out a doubt, he knew then, that Athrun did care for Cagalli, more then the blonde might realize and even more Athrun himself might know.
"You're sure?"
"Yes." Cagalli answered clearly. "Can you please tell me what this is about?"
"Ma'am, can you think of anyone who might… want to hurt you?"
Cagalli's brow crinkled and she glanced between the cops before shaking her head. "No- not that I'm aware of." Checking for confirmation she glanced at Athrun, forgetting that he had just moved there not too long ago.
Athrun shrugged, just as bewildered as her, before studying the object again. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and very serious.
The Statetrooper hardly paid him a moment's of attention. "The school performed a locker search today- apparently you weren't there because you had to leave early for something?"
Cagalli's eye twitched slightly. Darn pickle is ruining my life. "Yessir, I was filling in for someone at their work, you can call the owner to double check." Oh wait., no don't do that!
"Well we found this in your locker rigged to the door so that on opening the locker this would be activated."
Athrun, already having figured out what the object was froze, his hand once more finding Cagalli's and clenching it tightly.
Cagalli glanced at him, confused, trying to wriggle her hand free from the tight grasp he had while trying not to blush in front of the stern cops. "Um, so some sort of practical joke?"
"This is not a practical joke. Thankfully the person who had set it up had missed hooking a wire and no one was hurt when opening your locker to perform the examination and we completed deactivating it."
Cagalli's arm went slack. "What? What do you mean 'no one was hurt'… you mean someone could have been?" Horror shone on her face. "What are you talking about? What is that thing? It couldn't be a…" the air seeped from her lungs and her voice faded to a gasp, as she slumped back in her seat- the color sucked from her skin.
"I'm afraid so, ma'am. This is a bomb. Someone tried to kill you."
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Replies:
Sake-hime: Did that surprise you ;P Not exactly what y'all thought she was going to jail for, yes?
asucagafan : nope, thank YOU, you guys are the reason i write :)
Cagallifangurl: Haha, to be honest, i have no idea if things are funny when i write them :P I just write variations of things that have happened in my life and then exaggerate it a little. But i must be doing sooomething right which is good huh ? Ironically enough, there's no Chewie in this chapter which is, yes, very depressing. -.- And did that surprise you as to why the cops were after her ;)
asucagafan- sure thing ;)
WritingKightmare- If you had been there the week I wrote that chapter, you would understand why I wrote about the pickle chapter -.- And i borrowed your title idea and varied it a little :D And ketchup and mustard are gross enough by themselves ... :P Btw, you got Romeo right :)
Lilith59-Yeah, well, Cagalli is an exception ;P btw, I'm not sure I understand what you mean when you say "Chewie is an armor" ?
elgnis berserker- I knoooow! :D Shiho and Yzak- squeeee! And Yup, all students are allowed to. And ahhahah, believe me, i had to draw a picture of Cagalli in a pickle suit before I could imagine it -.- hahahahha
Meyrin-x-ZAFT girl - To be honest, the more I write Dearka and Meyrin, the more I want them together as bestfriends. You're right, they are a perfect combination of intro and extrovert. I really enjoy the combination they make, so writing the above scene of them both in a lingerie shop was a lot of fun- i feel like it's just the beginning for them :D And well, that's kinda why everyone has a story to them. Because, isn't that how it is with all people? We judge them, but we don't know them. AND PINK WOULD BE THE NEW BLONDE! xD
Yennefer- bahahahhaha xD and by the way, you got Juliet right ;) and I'm actually not very well verse in Shakespeare... I feel like I'm going to butcher him by accident but oi vey -.- Reading the play of Romeo and Juliet had me so tempted to pull up Google Translate and try to translate shakespeare ;) :D
xoxodork - I didn't in fact. I was afraid that i would wake up and there would be a person standing by my bed, one hand held out to shake mine as they say "Hi, I'm xoxodork, your. new. best. friend." :P yup, chills ;P I'll be stealing that dog moment for my next chapter actually. :D After all the excitement in this chapter, I think we deserve some Chewie cuteness :D And by all means, tell me all your crazy dog stories :D BTW, have you ever put peanut butter on your dog's nose? It's the meanest thing in the world you can do, but for a minute it's also hilarious :D Btw, my dog sings when my brother plays his violin -.- hahahah she's so cute :)
you are awesome - awww. thank you :) I must be doing something right then :)
apparentdaydreamer - you are seriously the sweetest person ever, not gonna lie. Melt me inside every time I see your reviews :) so thank YOU :)
asucagafan- Thank youuuu :) hahahaha, had to pay respect to my childhood with the waterbuffalo part ;) Who knows, maybe i'll be having some more veggie tales references in the future... ;)
Sandyx5 - I have no idea how to write Shizak... -.- hahahahah I'm just free flying with alllll of them XD BUT OMG Miriallia and Dearka- gonna have so much fun with them it's rediculous lol... They weren't on a date- though one of them woulda loved that idea ;) Lacus was helping Kira find his dream motorcycle. :D
Fate Camiswhil- So i have had a long day day of malfunctioning technology... hahahha, first i accidentally deleted alllll of my documents in my computer and they didn't go to my recycle bin cuz it was full... So it was a long day of trying to recover them. Thankfully I did (WHA HOO). and then I kinda almost broke my kindle tablet thingy =.= OH! AND I BROKE MY IPOD... with shampoo... -.- I want to cry :'( hahahahha Dude, I was trying to read through Tangled Fates the other day (Cause...I *Cough* kinda lost my inspiration for it, and was trying to pick up the thread) and wow...wooooow. I really really really REALLY need to re write it -.- It's rather embarrassing in fact, lol and yup, Po is the red one :D and puh-leeze, i adore how you write Athrun :D talk about awesome :)
moi - I do admit, that I was going occ with Kira- I'll be honest, he and Lacus are characters i struggle to write because I can't relate to them. As to everyone seeming to have a troubled past- I can't really go into depth about it, but not everyone that you think has one does. Some characters I do allude to them have troubled pasts...but... they don't. like I said, can't go into it ;P Also, I am trying to make a point about judgement in this story. We all judge people before we get to know them, but everyone has a story of a kind. So, yup. Some metaphorical stuff going on here too, at least, i hope there is O.o probably isn't. hahahha , but thank you so much for that review :D IT really meant a lot to hear some honest critique :)
IgNighted- A Shakespeare fan? ...uhoh O.o I'm in trouble... hahaha, I should apologize beforehand but there's a high chance of me, cough, butchering Shakespeare. Verrrry high chance... you might hate me for it -.- hahaha and yeah, well, tbh, in the animes Meer did bug me at some points, ...many points... but... she was a funny oddball in her own right... And she had a sad story to her. *shrug* so, voila. hahaha