(A/N: Let's get right to the point. I'll put the Author's note at the end of the story this time.)
The Conclusion to "Forever" (Finally some material for you HB fans, lol)
Fast forward. I've grown, and matured. In fact, I believe I've become much prettier as well.
I'm also a free Ham-ham now. I eventually became tired of Maria, as loving as she was. But I decided I no longer needed her care. At that point, I realized that I was a very independent being, and I wanted to be free.
So one day, I went to the clubhouse. And I didn't return home. I stayed in the clubhouse for a long time. I was talking to my good friend Sandy while we watched the rest leave for their owner's houses, one by one. As the night grew darker, Sandy told me that she had to go. I smiled, gave her a hug, and watched as she left.
Boss and I were alone.
"Don't you think you should be going back home, Bijou?" Boss asked.
"I don't think so," I replied. "Do you mind if I stay here for the night?"
Boss blushed darkly. "No problem, Bijou. You can stay here as long as you like."
His voice was husky, and he did not stutter. I guess after we became casual friends, he realized that I had no intention of taking our friendship beyond what it was. He had no need to stutter.
"Merci," [Thank you] I replied.
Boss went to his room, and he left the door open. I guess he knew I would sleep by myself, but he knew there wasn't much harm in being hopeful, eh? I laughed quietly as I headed to another room, found a second bed, and lied down on it. I did not pull the blanket over me; instead I lied right on top of it, and thought.
I realized I felt no guilt in not returning to my cage. I no longer needed her.
I began to think of the past events. I remembered my sick obsession with the orange, cute one, but now he was with Pashmina, and they decided to have a honeymoon. They never did return. Sometimes I missed him, but it was not overbearing, and I felt little need to cry. Hamtaro and Pashmina were nice, but I no longer needed my old love.
The clubhouse's Ham-hams was composed of a somewhat different group of hamsters now. Sandy and Maxwell had some children, and those wild pigs were always screaming and running all over the place, usually right outside of the clubhouse. I would occasionally watch them next to Sandy, laughing as one of them began to playfight. Even the girls were wild, but that was expected of hHam-hams that were that young.
Stan had left. I really don't know what happened to him, but I dearly missed him. He was my best friend, and all he left was a note. The note claimed that he wanted to explore the world. I cried a little at the loss, but I knew that was what Stan wanted in his life: some adventure. I could not blame him.
By the end of the night, I had left. I took some sunflower seeds from Boss's stash, gave a kiss on his forehead while he was sleeping for the payment. I was going to leave, like Stan did. I walked during the dawn, when the mist on the grass was refreshing on my feet. And I walked far, far away, uncaring about any natural dangers that would arise.
During my journeys, I was able to visit Ham-ham clubhouses other than my own. They sure seemed different at first, but it really wasn't. One was in the basement of a large factory. But the community was very similar, with their leaders and followers. They were usually very inviting, and treated me with kindness. The younger ones saw me as a beautiful, mysterious, traveling lady who could tell remarkable stories. The older boys swooned at my appearance. Some boys watched me in awe, others tried to flirt with me. The older girls were usually friendly, but many were jealous of my happiness, and my aura that boys seemed to be so attracted to. They couldn't find out why I was so happy.
After having visited a great number of Ham-ham clubhouses, I cannot tell how surprised I was when I met a hamster that I never thought I would meet again. Hamtaro. In the storage of a toy store, I found a ham-restaurant under a shelf. It was intruiging, the first one I had ever seen. As I appeared, a Ham-ham guided me to a chair at a table, where I could sit down. They gave me a menu with a list of meals I could have. I asked for the Watermelon special. It sounded interesting. What was a watermelon anyway? They told me to wait while my meal was being prepared.
I sat back in my chair, relaxed. I saw out of the corner of my eye a few male hams eye me. I smiled back at them. When I turned back around, I saw the Ham-ham sitting across from me at my table.
Hamtaro.
My heart stopped when I saw him. Then he smiled at me, and my heart shifted back to normal.
"What are you doing here, Bijou? Shouldn't you be at the clubhouse?"
I smiled back at him. Over all this time, my old love had grown even more handsome. His voice was deep, masculine, but still full of energy. He had a bang of hair on his forehead. I had almost forgotten about him. I realized how beautiful he was. I realized he still remembered me after all these months. My eyes melted.
But this time it was different. I was not nervous whatsoever. I had no worry of disappointing him. Those times were over.
"I left. I wanted to see the world."
Hamtaro laughed. "We all do, no?" And then he nearly destroyed me. "I missed you," he said solemnly.
Was that done on purpose? That was the meanest thing Hamtaro ever did to me. I took it in. I shook my head, slowly. "No."
"Yes," he said. His mature voice sounded in my ears, and my nerves sent the news to my suddenly weak body. What was he trying to do, kill me?
"No!" I cried.
"Bijou, you were one of my best friends. How could I not miss you?"
"I didn't miss you," I answered weakly.
"Are you sure?" Hamtaro asked quietly.
Silence. And more silence.
"I loved you," I admitted.
Hamtaro said nothing. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Then he kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, but it wasn't a vicously long and passionate kiss either. It was controlled. Hamtaro knew he had a wife waiting at home. He kissed me softly, but his lips stayed on mine for a good three seconds. All the memories of my obsession returned to me, and they all flashed through my head during those precious three seconds. I loved him. I still loved him as much as I did. Yet I knew I didn't need him. And I could control my love. But still, all those pent-up thoughts I had back then were released in him. Hamtaro then broke our lips' connection. He looked at me, as if he was going to cry.
I looked at him. My face was soft, but I was not going to cry.
"Thank you."
I left him forever.
(A/N: You guys better be happy, because I would not have written this if it weren't for your reviews! HB is not what I do! Give me some feedback!)
The Conclusion to "Forever" (Finally some material for you HB fans, lol)
Fast forward. I've grown, and matured. In fact, I believe I've become much prettier as well.
I'm also a free Ham-ham now. I eventually became tired of Maria, as loving as she was. But I decided I no longer needed her care. At that point, I realized that I was a very independent being, and I wanted to be free.
So one day, I went to the clubhouse. And I didn't return home. I stayed in the clubhouse for a long time. I was talking to my good friend Sandy while we watched the rest leave for their owner's houses, one by one. As the night grew darker, Sandy told me that she had to go. I smiled, gave her a hug, and watched as she left.
Boss and I were alone.
"Don't you think you should be going back home, Bijou?" Boss asked.
"I don't think so," I replied. "Do you mind if I stay here for the night?"
Boss blushed darkly. "No problem, Bijou. You can stay here as long as you like."
His voice was husky, and he did not stutter. I guess after we became casual friends, he realized that I had no intention of taking our friendship beyond what it was. He had no need to stutter.
"Merci," [Thank you] I replied.
Boss went to his room, and he left the door open. I guess he knew I would sleep by myself, but he knew there wasn't much harm in being hopeful, eh? I laughed quietly as I headed to another room, found a second bed, and lied down on it. I did not pull the blanket over me; instead I lied right on top of it, and thought.
I realized I felt no guilt in not returning to my cage. I no longer needed her.
I began to think of the past events. I remembered my sick obsession with the orange, cute one, but now he was with Pashmina, and they decided to have a honeymoon. They never did return. Sometimes I missed him, but it was not overbearing, and I felt little need to cry. Hamtaro and Pashmina were nice, but I no longer needed my old love.
The clubhouse's Ham-hams was composed of a somewhat different group of hamsters now. Sandy and Maxwell had some children, and those wild pigs were always screaming and running all over the place, usually right outside of the clubhouse. I would occasionally watch them next to Sandy, laughing as one of them began to playfight. Even the girls were wild, but that was expected of hHam-hams that were that young.
Stan had left. I really don't know what happened to him, but I dearly missed him. He was my best friend, and all he left was a note. The note claimed that he wanted to explore the world. I cried a little at the loss, but I knew that was what Stan wanted in his life: some adventure. I could not blame him.
By the end of the night, I had left. I took some sunflower seeds from Boss's stash, gave a kiss on his forehead while he was sleeping for the payment. I was going to leave, like Stan did. I walked during the dawn, when the mist on the grass was refreshing on my feet. And I walked far, far away, uncaring about any natural dangers that would arise.
During my journeys, I was able to visit Ham-ham clubhouses other than my own. They sure seemed different at first, but it really wasn't. One was in the basement of a large factory. But the community was very similar, with their leaders and followers. They were usually very inviting, and treated me with kindness. The younger ones saw me as a beautiful, mysterious, traveling lady who could tell remarkable stories. The older boys swooned at my appearance. Some boys watched me in awe, others tried to flirt with me. The older girls were usually friendly, but many were jealous of my happiness, and my aura that boys seemed to be so attracted to. They couldn't find out why I was so happy.
After having visited a great number of Ham-ham clubhouses, I cannot tell how surprised I was when I met a hamster that I never thought I would meet again. Hamtaro. In the storage of a toy store, I found a ham-restaurant under a shelf. It was intruiging, the first one I had ever seen. As I appeared, a Ham-ham guided me to a chair at a table, where I could sit down. They gave me a menu with a list of meals I could have. I asked for the Watermelon special. It sounded interesting. What was a watermelon anyway? They told me to wait while my meal was being prepared.
I sat back in my chair, relaxed. I saw out of the corner of my eye a few male hams eye me. I smiled back at them. When I turned back around, I saw the Ham-ham sitting across from me at my table.
Hamtaro.
My heart stopped when I saw him. Then he smiled at me, and my heart shifted back to normal.
"What are you doing here, Bijou? Shouldn't you be at the clubhouse?"
I smiled back at him. Over all this time, my old love had grown even more handsome. His voice was deep, masculine, but still full of energy. He had a bang of hair on his forehead. I had almost forgotten about him. I realized how beautiful he was. I realized he still remembered me after all these months. My eyes melted.
But this time it was different. I was not nervous whatsoever. I had no worry of disappointing him. Those times were over.
"I left. I wanted to see the world."
Hamtaro laughed. "We all do, no?" And then he nearly destroyed me. "I missed you," he said solemnly.
Was that done on purpose? That was the meanest thing Hamtaro ever did to me. I took it in. I shook my head, slowly. "No."
"Yes," he said. His mature voice sounded in my ears, and my nerves sent the news to my suddenly weak body. What was he trying to do, kill me?
"No!" I cried.
"Bijou, you were one of my best friends. How could I not miss you?"
"I didn't miss you," I answered weakly.
"Are you sure?" Hamtaro asked quietly.
Silence. And more silence.
"I loved you," I admitted.
Hamtaro said nothing. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry." Then he kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, but it wasn't a vicously long and passionate kiss either. It was controlled. Hamtaro knew he had a wife waiting at home. He kissed me softly, but his lips stayed on mine for a good three seconds. All the memories of my obsession returned to me, and they all flashed through my head during those precious three seconds. I loved him. I still loved him as much as I did. Yet I knew I didn't need him. And I could control my love. But still, all those pent-up thoughts I had back then were released in him. Hamtaro then broke our lips' connection. He looked at me, as if he was going to cry.
I looked at him. My face was soft, but I was not going to cry.
"Thank you."
I left him forever.
(A/N: You guys better be happy, because I would not have written this if it weren't for your reviews! HB is not what I do! Give me some feedback!)