A/N: Yes, iiiiiiit's back! =3 I finally got a brainstorm for this chapter over Sunday lunch, and decided to put it up.
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Chylder - Chapter Two: Meeting of Mishap
Enrique had gotten himself lost in the garden almost as soon as they were through the gate, figuring that wandering around within the Polanski estate was vastly preferable to sitting politely down with the adults.
But, within twenty minutes…
*Roses. I hate roses.*
Two minutes later…
*I really, REALLY hate roses.*
Five minutes and many more accidents involving thorny branches later…
*I HATE THIS WHOLE STUPID GARDEN!*
A further two minutes passing…
*Maybe if I climb that tree I'll see the way out of this [Italian profanity that would have made his mother faint] place.*
Five minutes…
*Trees are harder to climb than they look.*
Fifteen minutes…
*Wow! I can climb the tree! Whoohoo!*
Another minute…and…
CRACCCCKKKKKKK-
*What's that noi - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!* [1]
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Oliver plunked himself down on a convenient small boulder, watching in fascination.
They looked like ordinary roses, he thought, so why were they rustling so much?
Buissons ne se déplacent pas… [2]
Now they were muttering to themselves. They sounded angry.
Buissons ne parlent pas! [3]
Suddenly, the shrubs in question shook and yelped loudly. The six-year-old started, glimpsing a flash of red.
"Mon dieu!" He dropped his plushie and ran over, carefully parting the branches and avoiding the thorns. "Comment vous êtes entré ici?" [4]
The disheveled boy he had just discovered glared up at him, sky-blue eyes streaming in pain as he tried to pull himself free of the thorns. "What do you think? Sono caduto [5]. Help me!"
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[1] – Yes, the branch broke.
[2] – Bushes don't move…
[3] – Bushes don't talk! (Oliver was rather silly at six, wasn't he?)
[4] – How did you get in here?
[5] – I fell. (Imagine an eight year old saying this in a really peeved tone of voice. It's funny ^__^ Poor Enrique, he has the worst luck…)
Yes, I know this took an unreasonably long time, and is an equally unreasonably short chapter. The next one will be longer (I think.) No, Oliver cannot speak a lot of English yet.
Angelrita: Thanks. Sorry it took so long, I was working on other things.
Coppelia: Hell yes, you can imagine the Majestics as cute little kiddies, can't you? Well, maybe not Robert.
Anime the Fallen Angel: *hugs* Point taken about French guys. I've never seen a cute one either. Go figure.
Darkphoenix: Yeah, school bites; a month in and 8th grade's already killing me. Grr to school.
Arya: *bows* THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! Sooo happy ^_^ I've corrected what you pointed out. I'm SO glad someone finally decided to help me with my translations ^_^ You can tell my translator is abysmal, hm? *kicks Babelfish*
Wendy14: Thanks for the suggestion…it's definitely better than the one I was using. Ja!