Disclaimer: I don't own Outlaw Star. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this fanfic, probably, and I'd be a better writer, not to mention a better artist, and a lot richer. If you really loved me, you'd buy me a famous anime! Well, enjoy, and don't sue me, because then I wouldn't have any money, and my computer would probably get repossessed, so you wouldn't be able to read any of my wonderful work.
On another note, I'm kinda afraid of Gwen Kahn. He's creeeeepy! No offense to anybody that likes him, although nobody I've met seems to.
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Midori laid outside on the roof of an old car, in their sorry excuse for a yard. She sighed as clouds, smoke, and smog passed overhead.
How am I supposed to get home? I miss Mom. I miss my nice, warm bed. Sure, sleeping in the same house as Jim is great, but I miss my nice, fluffy pillows. I miss having a blue sky overhead.
"What'cha doin', Midori-chan?" a familiar female voice inquired.
"Not a whole lot, Aisha. Just thinking"
"About what?"
"How come whenever I tell somebody that I'm 'just thinking,' they have to know what I'm thinking about?" the younger girl mused.
"Just curious."
"I'm wondering if it's possible to create a portal between my world and this one."
"Don't you like it here?"
"Yeah, a lot. I just miss my mom."
"I know the feeling. I've been away from my family for about a year and a half. Say, you hungry? It's almost lunch, and..."
The other-world girl sat up.
"I can make us something to eat. I just hope there's something decent in the kitchen!"
"Gene's such a pig, ne?"
"Hai, hai!"
Laughing, they walked inside. Aisha had sardine sandwiches and Midori had a salad.
*******
"Midori! Midori! Wake up! Jim just figured out a way to get you home!" the Ctarl Ctarl exclaimed from the foot of her bed as the young blonde boy gently shook her awake.
"Touched by an angel..." the barely awake girl muttered under her breath.
"Nani?" Jim wondered, a confused expression on his face.
"Never mind. Well, how can I get home? Will I be able to come back here? Tell me!"
"We can kidnap Gwen Kahn and force him to make an inter-dimensional transporter!" Midori's 'angel' said cheerfully.
"You woke me up for a kidnapping plot?"
Nod, nod.
"You made me sit up, wearing no more than a skimpy tank top and a pair of Gene's old boxers in front of Jim-chan to tell me that we're going to kidnap a creepy old guy in the morning?"
Nod.
"No, not in the morning, now! He won't be expecting anything," Jim explained.
"Where are Gene, Suzuka, and Melfina?"
"Melfina's getting dressed, Suzuka's drinking some tea downstairs, and Gene's at Clyde's bar, 'waking up.' Now get dressed!"
"Yeah, yeah. Now go, Jim-chan, before I smite thee with a pillo- Oh, am I acting a little weird? Sorry, it just happens when I don't get enough SLEEP!"
The adolescent boy tiptoed out of the room, saying "Sorry!" instead of goodbye.
"Hey, Midori-chan?"
"Yeah, Aisha?"
"I had to chaperone Jim-chan in coming here. Or else he woulda just held your hand and we wouldn't've gotten anywhere in our little plan," the nineteen year old giggled.
"Ummm... Thanks... I guess..." Midori managed to stutter through her beet colored blush.
Aisha followed Jim out of the room, closing the door behind herself. The short-haired twelve year old got dressed, rather distractedly, as she was thinking about what Aisha said the whole time.
She was interrupted in her train of thought by the sound of the door opening.
"Hey! Guess who I found at Clyde's!" Gene's partially drunken, yet still slightly squeaky voice - owing to Hana's kick - echoed through the house.
Still brushing her hair, the adolescent girl almost flew down the stairs, greeted by the sight of a rather annoyed, weird old man.
"Gwen Kahn! Well, it seems Clyde's does attract the unusual!"
"Why am I here? Yes, yes, why am I here?" the blue-eyed old scary guy inquired.
"Because you're going to make a - What was it called again, Jim?" Aisha began to explain.
"Inter-dimensional transporter."
"-for our friend," she finished, pointing at the pre-teenage girl.
"Do you know how hard, yes, hard it is to make one of those?" Mr. Kahn exploded.
"It should be entirely possible to make one, even at gunpoint!" Midori exclaimed in false cheerfulness, her backhanded threat obvious.
The scary old guy gulped: "Where are your tools?"
*******
The next morning, they kicked a very tired Gwen Kahn out into the street, and looked at the new machine.
"So... I just step in, set the coordinates, and press the big red button..." Midori explained to no one in particular, reluctant to go in.
"You know, you can come back. I had him make this..." Jim began, sheepishly, as he handed her what looked like a normal watch.
She was almost crying in her joy as she excepted it.
"You just press the red button when you want to come visit. It's specially tuned to the transport-" but he was cut off by a surprise: Midori was kissing him!
Seeing his surprise, she ended it.
"Sorry, I..."
"Could you do that again. When you come to visit, I mean..."
She nodded, her curls bobbing around her face. The romantic little scene was interrupted by the smell of popcorn. Gene and Aisha were munching on a bucket of it, Melfina was smiling, oblivious to their insensitivity, and Suzuka was watching with feigned noninterest. The two adolescents sweatdropped.
"Well, I guess this is where I say goodbye. At least, for now..."
Midori hugged everybody, and even snuck a naughty little peck on the cheek in for Jim.
"Ja ne..." she whispered as she pressed the big red button.
*******
And so, for the sake of story convenience, the week she spent there had only been seven minutes in Midori's world. For the same reason, although she waited a week for her visit, only a week had passed in Jim's world.
Don't you just love happy endings?
The end!