A Kind Stranger
Disclaimer: What's a disclaimer? Wait, wait.... I do not own..... something..... .....hm......
I realize that you couldn't review the third chapter, so I want you all to review this one. I guess.
Di has no sense of direction where he was in the night, but he was sure that Domino was going to be a bit hard to reach. Already getting tired, Di was relying on the signs next to him.
Aquapolis: 99 .... *yawn* bottles of beer..... *yawn* on the wall....
Kuriboh: 99..... *yawn* bottles of beer...... take one down.....
Di: Shut..... *yawn* up.....
Aquapolis: Coffee....
Kuriboh: Need coffee....
Di: I *yawn* think there's a mix ..... *yawn* in there somewhere.....
While Di concentrated on the road, Aquapolis and Kuriboh, hastily searched the pack for the coffee mix. What they didn't realize what that the coffee mix was actually left at home, lying on the porch of the front door. Pretty soon, the two fuzzies were exhausted, and the only thing keeping them awake was a game of chess in Di's sturdy pack.
Aquapolis: Rook takes away.... queen. I win.
Kuriboh: No, you're supposed to take out the rook. And why did you move the rook vertically?
Aquapolis: Because... rooks can go diagonally, right?
Kuriboh: No, those pieces can jump over stuff, I think. Like an L shape....
Then the two fell asleep.
Di: (checks gas meter) out of gas.... out of gas.... I think... am I still moving?
The motorcycle slowly halted to a stop, then tilted and fell sideways. Di was too weary to notice he was being crushed, and his senses were nearly disabled. Until....
???: Hey, are you all right?
Di: Maybe... I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with two fuzzballs in my pack. Yeah, I'm good...
???: You don't look so good. Here, I'll take you to my house or something. Get you back in shape for wherever you're going.
Di: *snore* Domino..... domino.....
???: Domino?
The person simply stuffed Di in a big bag, then walked away, leaving the motorcycle to be crushed by a huge truck with a label on the back that said "I like to kill; deal with it."
Di woke up at 5 in the morning, on a couch, with Aquapolis reading a magazine and Kuriboh doing the dishes. The person that seemingly hauled him to their house was snoozing in front of him, muttering something about a alcoholic motorcyclist. Di got up, slowly scooted away from the sleepy person and inched up to Kuriboh.
Di: Uh, Kuriboh?
Kuriboh: Yeah, what?
Di: Why are you washing a stranger's dishes?
Kuriboh: Just wanted to thank her for hauling us out of the street.
Di: ???
Kuriboh: Do you know who that person is?
Di: No.
Kuriboh: Avalon Starnight.
Di pondered for a moment. Avalon Starnight ringed a bell somewhere. No wonder he couldn't see her, he thought. She was usually in some kind of black outfit. Di drooled. Aquapolis was stopping from reading an article about abducted sheep and instantly charged at Di's head.
Di: Ow...
Aquapolis: This girl's 18, and you drool, huh? She saves your life from a crushing grave, and the thanks you give her is a drool? .
Di: Well, she is pretty.....
Kuriboh: Knock it off and help me with this. She gets that all the time, you know.
Di just decided to just do something he's never done before: give a person a sample of the Millennium Bottle liquid. She herself had a item, too: the Millennium hourglass. Surely, he thought, she would understand the powers of this hazy fluid and use it for some good. He took a small bottle from his pack and poured a quart of an ounce inside. Then he borrowed a napkin and a pen and wrote: thanks for saving my life. Take this fluid with you, it might help do something. Just a memo for saying thanks. He scribbled his name on the napkin and put the napkin under the bottle placed next to the girl. By then, Aquapolis finished his article about abducted sheep and Kuriboh was finished with the dishes.
Di: We'd better go. It's best not to disturb her. After all, she did do a lot of work for me, stuffing me in a bag and kidnapping me for some shelter.
Kuriboh: Yeah... what time is it?
Di: (looks at watch) FIVE!!!!
Aquapolis: Great.... we don't even have a motorcycle.
Di: I'll just walk. Get in the pack, you two.
Aquapolis: (jumps into pack)
Kuriboh: There's no need to walk. I think she left this note somewhere.... ah, here it is.
Kuriboh gave a black napkin to Di. The black napkin suddenly sprouted words of white, clearly seen on the dark background. It said.
You look like a trustworthy lad. My bike's in the toolshed. Go to where ever you need to go.
Avalon
Kuriboh then jumped into the pack. Di shrugged and went outside, shut the door quietly and tiptoed to the toolshed. He took the oldest bike he could find, then took off in the dark.
Avalon woke up to a cranky start, still muttering about lazy motorcyclists. She stretched for a moment, then saw the note. She read it, over and over and over, like the message wasn't getting to her head. She was baffled. The fluid was still hazy. She grumbled, took the small bottle and stuffed it in her pocket. Hastily shoving food in her mouth, she then took her pack, took her newest black bike from the toolshed and sped off in search of Domino and Di, whichever she could find first.
And I think that should do it... for now.