This is an original fan fic by me. It was originally posted on a forum message board under the title of Beginning of Destiny. Please respect my work and the work of others and don't plagiarize. Enjoy!
Chapter 5: Where are we going and why are we being followed?
There's a saying that the citizens of Twilight Town have about Mall Street. 'You can't find everything on Mall Street, but you can find damn near it!' True to the phrase, Mall Street is a section of town totally dedicated to shopping. While it is called Mall Street, it is more of a collection of streets, filled with almost every store imaginable. Clothes, music, books, furniture, electronics, food, almost anything can be found. It been said that it's collection of shops surpasses even that of Sunrise City's, which was believed to be a shopper's dream. That may very well be true for one of a duo standing right outside the train station, sighing with content. Olette, resting her cheek on the back of one of her interlaced hands, looks at the Streets that were packed with early bird shoppers who believed that they could have beaten the crowd to the best deals of the weekend.
"Ah, Mall Street, how I love thee!" Olette said with a slight sigh, a big broad smile plastered to her face.
"Me too!" Buddy chirped in a high pitched mock tone, mimicking Olette's pose. "Jeez Olette, you sound like a schoolgirl in love!" He said, now with a hand on his hip. Olette, now brought down from her elation, gave Buddy a sharp jab with her elbow. [B "OOF!" [/B
"I am a schoolgirl silly! And you really shouldn't make fun of a lady!" She scolded.
"Ha, sorry." He said, rubbing the spot where Olette nailed him. Man, she is deceptively strong! He thought to himself.
"Well, now that we've got that taken care of, let's go shopping!" She hollered while thrusting a fist into the air and another on her hip, unable to contain her excitement.
"B-But wait a sec!" Buddy stuttered, stopping Olette before she went off running.
"What now" She drawled, losing her patience. She looked over at his direction, still standing in the same pose from a moment before.
"Well, it's just that I don't have any cash. How am I supposed to buy new clothes?"
"Don't worry about that Bud! I've been saving up for months from my allowance and part time job for one big shopping trip!" She reached into her hand bag and brought out her homemade munny pouch, filled to the bursting limit! She cradled the bag in her hands, getting giddier by the second.
"HUH?" Buddy gasped. "I could never ask-"
"Oh hush up!" Olette interrupted. She grabbed buddy by his arm after returning her munny pouch to her bag. "You'd be doing me a favor by getting out of those god awful rags! Now stop wasting time and come on!"
"Wha-Wait!" But this time Olette ignored his pleas and pulled him into the crowd with a fit of giggles. As they proceeded down the steps, another figure stepped out of the station and watched Buddy get pulled along. He was wearing a black t-shirt that had the words 'Trial by Fire' emblazed in fire orange and red colors on the front. His pants were all black jeans with fire patches embroidered around the sleeves of each leg that reach up to his knees. His black jean jacket, witch was also likewise patched with flames around the sleeves and waist, was slung over his shoulder, hanging by the hood on his finger. His hair was fire red and was messy and wild like dancing flames, a triangle tattoo adorned under each eye. He chomped on a store bought sandwich, partially unwrapped, as he watched the two disappear into the crowd. After a few moments, he started to laugh. He tried to contain it, snorting a couple of times, but to no avail, as he blurted out in laughter, bread crumbs cascading out of his mouth.
"That poor newbie!" He hollered as he laughed on. "Getting pulled around by a little firecracker like that!" As he settled down, he descended the stairs, depositing what was left of the sandwich in a trash can located at the base. He then followed Olette and Buddy into the crowd, never losing sight of the two.
Chapter 5: Where are we going and why are we being followed: End.
