Amy's p.o.v****
We sat in a circle in Bebebe's Base, Smith resting in my lap as Bububu explained everything that was going on, which evidently, was not interesting to Bobobo.
"So we all started travelling together to defeat Bibibi-" Bobobo gave off a snore comparable to that of a lion in a megaphone.
"And then we realized Gasser was under control-" SNOOOORE.
"Angst. Lots of angst-" SNOOOOOORE.
"This armadillo-" SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE.
"And then we realized you were hypnotized-" SNOOOOOOOOORE-
I slammed a hand down on Bobobo's head, his head snapping up as he screamed,
"MEAN GREEN SOUP CRAZY ALIENS!" I pat his shoulder in comfort and said,
"That was 75 chapters ago. It's okay." He wheeped quietly rocking back-and-forth while Bebebe mused calmly,
"So, you guys are the group that helped Bobobo defeat the Chrome Dome Empire a few years back. Impressive."
I looked over at him as Smith jumped from my lap and attacked Jiggler, who was wearing his signiture carrot-scented perfume.
"Thanks, but that seemed like a piece of cake compared to what we're gonna face."I mused, and Bebebe nodded, face focused on mine.
"Bibibi is strong. I'm not gonna lie, even though I've missed a lot, I'm not one hundred percent convinced that we can defeat him. If what you've told me is true, then your group holds everything he wants to destroy."
"Like what?"Gasser asked, curiously. Bebebe leaned back cooly and mused,
"The Master of the Fist of the Scorpion, who could cause some serious damage to him empire not just by leading a rebellion but also due to brute strength. Five former Chrome Dome Commanders, including one of his Neo Chrome Dome leaders Gasser. And let's not forget his own siblings. If we choose to go against our own brother, he will spare no mercy, especially considering why he's doing this in the first place."
That peaked my interest, and I sat straight up.
"Wait, why is he doing this? Do you know?" It was the one thing that the rebellion was never able to figure out, Bibibi's motive. Bebebe looked mildly surprised, as if expecting us to know, and sat forward.
"Of course, I'm his brother. I was actually the first person he trusted with the information, and once I refused to allow him to do such a thing, I guess that's when he hypnotized me. That's the last thing I remember, anyway."He recalled.
"Hold the phone!"Bobobo exclaimed, slamming a cell down on Don's head with vigor as he said, hostility in his voice, "Bibibi...has a motive?"
"Of course he has a motive!"I exclaimed, then immediatly sighed and slumped my shoulders in defeat. "Oh, why do I bother?"
"He has a motive."Bebebe said, suddenly serious, "It's you, Bobobo."
My head snapped up and I looked immediatly up at Bobobo, who sat there like someone had just told him baby's have fingernails. My heart dropped as I looked at the surprised expression on his face, arms tight as the shock registered... His afro flew open and a massive lion head sprouted out, clearing it's throat and then ripping out a mighty roar, causing me to have to cover my ears.
"You're lion!"Bobobo exclaimed, as I slammed shut the afro before we all became dinner for Simba.
"I'm not a Cheeta."Bebebe interjected, a Cheeta mask on his face.
"It's gotta be a Fig!"Bobobo begged, turning into said fruit..nut...thing...
"It's the honest tooth!"Bebebe said, brushing his teeth vigorously.
"Say it ain't sew!"Bobobo began rocking back and forth on a rocking chair, speed-knitting some sort of afgan, finishing it in record time and throwing it over me.
No, the jacket was enough. I tossed it off and tried to speak,
"Hey, guys-"
"Oh, the hu-manatee!"Bobobo cried, dressed like a giant sea-manatee.
"Um, we're off topic-"
"The otter chaos!"Bebebe whined, petting a baby otter's belly. My irritation flared up inside me and I felt my face growing red with anger, body growing tight.
"Guys."
"What will Harappan?!"
"Beets me."
"GUYS!"I screamed, face red, as they immediatly cowered, shaking as I unleashed my week-long rage upon them, "I JUST HAD TO FIGHT A FRIEND, SOLVE A SITUATION THAT SHOULLD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED, FIGHT MORE HAIR HUNTERS, GO THROUGH A RIDICULOUS WIG-OUT, DEAL WITH ANGST EVEN THOUGH I'M NO LONGER A TEENAGER AND ALL OF THIS ON ABSOLUTELY NO SLEEP WHATSOEVER SO IF YOU WOULD PLEASE! JUST LISTEN TO ME AND GET BACK TO THE POINT BEFORE I KILL SOMEONE!"
"Amy, anger!"Bububu exclaimed, grabbing my arm as I immediatly began to take deep breaths, feeling something stir inside me that I struggled to keep down.
After a few minuets and some serious breathing excercises, l looked up to see everyone huddled together in a group, looking at me and shaking.
"...Amy got angry..."Battleship pouted. I looked up at them and sighed, feeling my sleepiness weigh down on me as guilt dogpiled on top of it.
"I'm sorry guys, I'm just exauhsted. Bebebe, tell us why Bibibi decided to start this whole empire because of Bobobo."I said, much calmer.
They all snapped back into position, Bebebe, resting his elbows on his knees as he said, looking at Bobobo the whole time,
"Bibibi was the oldest out of all of us. It goes Bibibi, Bababa, Bububu, me, and then Bobobo as the youngest. In normal circumstances, Bibibi would have taken over the Hair Kingdom as the oldest member of our family. But, Bobobo was the strongest, and the only one out of all of us to hear hair's emotions. Therefore, Bibibi discovered that Bobobo would be the Hair Kindgom leader."
I stole a glance up at Bobobo, who had a solid face on, a worried feeling in my chest. Bobobo would have been the Hair Kindom's leader. That was quite a lofty title that Bobobo wouldn't be able to carry, because...
"Bibibi destoryed the Hair Kingdom upon hearing this, wanting to rid the world of the Kingdom that 'stole his title' and of his siblings. We were lucky enough to escape in pods, Bububu, Bababa, and I, even though Bababa's was mysteriously thrown into outerspace and never seen again."
"...Bobobo..."
"..." He turne away, whistling, as I frowned heavily.
"Bibibi then began to form his own empire while the Chrome Dome came into power, building it behind the scenes to there would be nothing to fight against it. He waited until the Chrome Dome fell in order to unleash his own Kindom, where he was king."Bebebe finished, and I frowned.
"So, this is all because he was denied power? He's willing to destroy his own family for it?"I asked, already hating this guy more and more. Bebebe nodded, looking up into the sky.
"Bibibi was always...different. Harsher. Creuler. He always had this dark aura about him, and we should have seen it earlier, but we didn't, and now the world has suffered..." Bebebe's head immediatly shot back to look at us, a calm smile on his face as his mood swang.
"Well! Bedtime! We've got a lot of work in the morning to figure out what we're doing now!"Bebebe exclaimed, as we all stood.
"Wait, we?"Bububu asked, and Bebebe smiled calmly at her.
"C'mon, I'm not letting you guys have all the fun. I might not want to fight Bibibi, but I'm not letting you guys do it alone."
Hmm, so he wasn't such a jerk after all...
_one hour later_
I walked, unable to fall asleep with everything going on right now. We were fighting a whole new Neo Chrome Dome with a vendetta directly against Bobobo, putting him in more danger than ever before. That above all was what was keeping me up...that and Don's snoring. I had to share a room with him, since Jiggler and Bububu kicked him out, Gasser and Dengakuman threatened to shove Yaya somewhere unpleasent, and Battleship and Softon didn't have a nightlight. Beauty seemed fine with it, and I hated leaving her alone in a room, but I had to clear my mind.
...That and I was now extremely paranoid that something was going to happen to Bobobo. With Bibibi's level of hate against him, who knows, a night-attack might not be above him. I mean, Bobobo was strong, but he couldn't protect himself at all hours from all angles. It just took that one moment for him to have his guard down and then... I didn't even want to think about that... I frowned as a shiver ran up me, wrapping my arms around me, the jacket doing nothing for my nerves.
"Woah!"I exclaimed, tripping as I got lost in my thoughts, catching myself on the railing next to me that led down to where we'd just fought Bebebe an hour earlier.
"Sorry little lady. Anywhere you planning on heading?"I looked down at the deeper and deep voice and saw Smith, looking curiously up at me. I smiled and my paranoia got the best of me as I asked,
"Um, yeah. Where's Bobobo's room?"
Did that rabbit just give me a look? He just gave me a look! People these days!...or Rabbits! Yeah!
"Right there."He said smoothly, pointing to a door at the end of the hall.
"Thanks."I said, turning and walking away from the judging rabbit and down to the door, lightly turning the handle.
I would just see if he were alright, that's all. Okay. Slowly, I pushed open the door, peaking my head into the dark room and surveying the scene. There was a large window with one curtain pulled to the side, a bed pressed up against it, with a bathroom door at the other end, a dresser, an assortment of cabbage patch dolls, a sleeping dragon, and...no Bobobo. No Bobobo?! Bobobo!
I took a step inside, the door closing behind me as I panicked, looking around as I crossed to the center of the room.
"Bobobo!"
"Incoming!" I spun around, seeing Bobobo land on the bed, toilett plungers in his hands. He pouted and complained, "Aww, so close! I'll never be a bat!" He began wheeping, tossing the plungers behind him as I walked up, sitting on the side of the bed.
"It's okay Bobobo, you can be a baseball bat."I soothed, and he paused, then raised a fist in the air.
"Touchdown!"
"...Close enough."I sighed, relieved just to see that he was okay. He streached and yawned, folding his hands behind his head as he starred up at the ceiling.
I gazed at him, and upon actually looking at him immediatly blushed a shade of red so dark it could be used as fake blood in Twilight. Bobobo, once again, was shirtless. Why me? Upon getting a good look at his ripped abs, large chest and shoulders, I noticed something. Three things actually. Three scars, going across his chest, and I asked out of impulse,
"What are those from?"
He looked down, and then said matter-of-factly,
"You, back at that fight." I blushed red again, remembering suddenly of the fight where I slashed three needles across Bobobo's chest that I knew would never heal, the wounds reminding him of our fight.
"Oh, right...sorry..."I whispered, feeling guilty all over again.
"Ain't no thang but a chicken wang."Bobobo brushed off. I looked down, and thought. A lot. About that fight. About Bobobo, and how he always seemed to treat wounds like nothing, never backed down from any challenge. About how I was in that fight to protect him. About how he ALWAYS did things to protect us.
About how he was the one who needed protecting now. I laid down, fingers intertwined on my stomach as I looked up at the ceiling with Bobobo, saying suddenly,
"Bobobo, you have to make me a promise."
"Anouther?"
"Yes."
"...Okay, what is it?"
"...You remember when you made me promise that I'd let you protect me, when we were in that bathouse all those years ago?"
"Yes sirree."
"Promise me the same."
"Come again?"
I rolled over, one arm under the side of my head as I gave Bobobo a stern look, compleatly serious.
"Promise me, Bobobo, that you'll let me protect you this time. You're in danger, Bibibi's main target it you. He'll strike at any time, and I want to make sure you're safe."I explained, and he paused.
We spent a long amount of time just looking at each other, laying there and reading eachother's face. I looked into his sunglasses, thinking about how I wanted so desperatly to see behind them..
"Okay. I promise."He agreed, and I let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Good...one more thing?"I asked, and he raised an eyebrow. I blushed, looking behind him a bit as I mummbled quietly, "...Can I see your eyes?"
He was silent again, and my eyes flicked quickly back to his face, wondering if he was going to say yes to the thing that was bugging me like a bad itch that I just had to scratch. Something flashed across his face for a moment, too fast for me to read it, right before he quickly and silently nodded his head. I took in a sharp intake of breath, for some reason feeling like this was a major, monumental moment, seeing Bobobo's eyes for the first time...
I slowly reached forward, heart pounding loudly in my chest, excitement and anticipation built up inside me. Both hands lightly wrapped fingers around the sides of Bobobo's sunglasses, and I paused a moment, wondering... I slowly moved, removing the glasses and keeping them in my left hand.
I gasped, eyes growing wide as I took in something that no one had seen since Bobobo's childhood. The things that were constantly hidden behind those dope shades. Which was a pity. Because they were gorgeous. I looked into them, almost unable to look away, as Bobobo's dark blue eyes starred back at me. They were so deep and blue, almost shimmering if eyes could healthily do that, compleating the face that I'd looked at for years.
It was almost as if a barrier had been taken down between us. I was seeing Bobobo's eyes, and for some reason I felt as if he were vunerable now, allowing himself to be vunerable as I saw his eyes, things he hid from everyone. And he was letting me see them. I ran a hand along the side of his face, near his eyes absentmindedly.
"Bobobo..."I whispered, "They're..." I couldn't find the words. Half because I was speechless.
Half because I fell asleep.
Bobobo's p.o.v****
She must have hung out with Rem a lot when she was in the rebellion, because she went to sleep faster than cows on a treadmill! Though, I have to say, I was slightly relieved. I mean, damn that girl could look right through a guy! I thought it was bad when I had my shades on and she could almost see where my eyes were without actually seeing them, but to have that barrier down it was like...
Deep. And scary. Like clowns. But not as creepy. It was scary because someone that beautiful was seeing my face in its entriety and I felt like a flee on a supermodel! Though it did help that she seemed surprised by my eyes. They weren't that odd, were they? No, I didn't think so, but now that was bothering me!
She shifted a bit, one arm wrapped around my manly chest, glasses still in her left hand as her arm rested on the three scars she gave me awhile back, feeling her soft skin on mine as she layed her head on my chest, curling up beside me and snuggling, sleeping soundly and softly.
Her ponytail was now much, much longer, splayed out down her back on the bed, bangs soft and light on my chest, just like her breath. This felt like Brittany Spear's voice, fake! I'd missed two years of Amy's life, and yet it felt like I'd been with her the whole time. Everything just flowed back to how it normally went...kind of... There was the whole 'she-got-even-more-beautiful-and-her-body-definitly-grew-up-with-her-not-that-I-was-looking-I-wasn't'...And how I thought that two years would give me enough time to stop brooding over my feelings for this girl.
It worked about as well as the Naked Brother's Band's career. Not only did I feel like my heart was holding its breath like a spoiled teenager, but I just could not keep away from this girl. Everything she did drove me absolutely crazy! And not the crazy that I drove her, I mean the crazy where she was all that I could think about because I didn't have her, because two years ago a certain swirly-headed individual said that if I didn't do something that I could lose her, and loosing her was something that made my teeth rattle, and that was gonna irk my dentist!
I didn't want to lose her. I wanted to keep her, in fact. And that was only reassured when Softon-I'm-so-cool-look-at-my-swirls decided to lay one on her...along with Bebebe...and Bububu... All those individuals who kissed her and made my spaghettie burn! They just reminded me that Amy was getting older, and who knew... But she was just so hard to read! One moment she was giving me a look that made me shiver, the next it was a compleatly different shiver! A good shiver!
"Never thought you'd get a girl before me." How rude! Psh, Bebebe thinks he can just walk in and insult me after kissing my girl!...No, not my girl. She wasn't my girl. How silly...
"Never thought your eyes would get adorable."I shot back, and there was a silence followed by Bebebe taking deep, theraputic breaths. People were doing that a lot around me lately. New fad?
Wait...did Bebebe say I got a girl?
"And besides, I didn't get a girl. She is not my property. We are not an 'item'."I added, and Bebebe chuckled at the doorway. I tilted my head back, not wanting to sit up and wake Amy, and looked at Bebebe curiously. Did he tell a joke? Why the chuckle? I like jokes!
"Bububu filled me in on you and that girl." Damn you Bububu, "...Bobobo, I know we haven't seen eachother in a long time, but I'm still your big brother. You can talk to me about girls, it's what we're supposed to do." Really? Here I thought I was supposed to take down massived dictorial empires. This sounded a lot easier! I thought a bit, looking at Bebebe and thinking about when we were little youngins and we would play and talk about anything from pasta to hostile pieces of furniture.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't missed him since our home was destroyed, and lyin' ain't my thing yo.
"...I'm not sure. My heart is at recess."I explained. Bebebe got a small smile and nodded, resting a hand on the doorframe and turning, throwing over his shoulder,
"I think you know. You just ran into the one person who scares you enough to not say anything."
...Damn older brothers.
"Bebebe."I remembered, stopping him before he made his cool-guy exit. He turned his long-'do towards me and asked,
"Yeah?"
"Remember that kiss between you and Amy?"I asked. Bebebe thought, and then nodded,
"Vaguely. Why?"
"FIRE ATTACK!"