Chapter 4: Evening Blitz
Disclaimer: I didn't remember to add this in until Chapter 4. This applies to the other Chapters as well. I don't own Hamtaro, or any of the other Ham-Hams. The only thing I own is the cast of the "Real Thing" TV show from the first chapter..
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reviewing this story! I'm glad some of you are enjoying this. I'm sorry for some of the disturbing parts in this chapter, but nevertheless, enjoy!
Bijou and Stan had been cuddling for over a half an hour before Pashmina came out from her shower. Her once dyed fur was completely clean, her face was clear of any make-up. Her old pink scarf was wrapped around her neck. She approached the two and smiled. "Hi you two," she said calmly, avoiding any use of cuss words.
"Hi Pashmina," Bijou said wiping her last tear and letting go of Stan. "You look much better!" she said, rather pleased. "Do you feel any better?" she asked, with interest.
Pashmina nodded. "It feels good to let things out." She said, looking down at her ripped scarf. "Maybe I should mend this." She said to herself, taking out a needle and some yarn. "Or make a new one. In memory of June. Its time to move on." She took out a almost finished red scarf, than had been started right around the time of the accident.
Bijou smiled. "Yeah, I'll help," She got out another pair of needles, and started assisting Pashmina in the finishing of her scarf. Stan walked over to the two and grinned. Two pretty girls...could life get any sweeter?
"Heya cuties!" he said flirtatiously. "You look rather charming Pashmina," he said, pleased with Pashmina's new change. He winked, and then looked back on Bijou and paused. Suddenly he didn't have that flirty streak in him. Suddenly he was feeling nervous, his heart beating much faster than before. He looked away, and headed back to his maracas. The door swung open again, this time emitting a rather familiar looking hamster.
"God I hate you all," he said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed. He wore all black, even black eye make-up. He seemed like a shadow, not wanting to be heard from or talked to. He took a seat next to the two girls, and laughed. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "And what happened to the cool look Pashmina? You look like a damn bitch."
Pashmina stared at the shady hamster. "You have real problems you know. Shut the heck up," she said, minding her language.
The hamster stared at her and ripped the scarf off her neck. "What the hell is this?" he asked, holding up the pink scarf in disgust.
"Hey give that back!" Pashmina snapped, trying to grab for it.
"Give it back to her, you Goth!" Bijou exclaimed, grabbing for it as well.
"So you're the bitch that changed Pashmina. I would of thought of it Bijou." The hamster said, starting to rip the scarf, piece by piece.
Pashmina's eyes watered up. "You stop that Hamtaro! Stop it now!" She grabbed the loose pieces of the scarf and held them close, wiping a tear. She went back to the corner of the room and placed them back in the box. She immediately went back to work on her red scarf, trying to get it done as soon as possible.
"Gosh...it's just a damn scarf...." Hamtaro said, not really aware of its meaning, or even caring at all.
"You need help, my friend," Stan said, from the corner, still shaking his maracas.
"I think we all need help," Pashmina said with a frown, continuing her knitting. "Hamtaro, Howdy, and Dexter especially."
"How long have those two been in there?" Bijou asked, looking towards the closet they went to.
Pashmina finished up her new red scarf, and placed it around her neck. It looked stylish, and Pashmina was satisfied with it. "In memory of you, June," she said, looking up towards the ceiling. It was her idea of where the heavens lied.
Bijou wiped a tear. "It's so beautiful," she said, almost crying. She was over-reacting but she couldn't help it. It was that special week of the month.
Pashmina nodded. "Yeah...it is."
The door swung open once again and a drunken hamster came in. It was Boss from earlier. Obviously he had gone to the bar to ease the pain of the heartbreak from earlier.
"'Sup homies," he said, with a bit of slurred speech, as he twirled around the clubhouse into a chair.
"Wow Boss." Hamtaro said. "You're a damn drunk asshole. Awesome!" He yawned. "But I still hate your damn guts."
"Shit ya'll...sing me a Hamtaro Time Song," Boss said, feeling rather dizzy.
"Eck!" Bijou exclaimed. "It's the Drunk Boss!"
"Da da da!" Pashmina sang, as the two girls backed away.
Stan's eyes widened. Geez, he hated it when that Boss was drunk.
But didn't all the Ham-Hams? Last time Boss got drunk he let a bunch of cats in. And everyone knows that cats kill hamsters. You see, Boss loses his mind when he gets drunk. It like...goes down the toilet.
"Boss!" the worried Bijou exclaimed. "You need some serious help!"
"You should consult Maxwell the therapist." Pashmina suggested.
But like he understood? He had the brain of a baby...maybe barely even one at all. He was drunk; crazy. All that stuff. He slumped on over to the table, extending his left paw in the arm. He swiped it downwards, as if to do some cool rapper motion. "Yo dawgs..."
"We are not dogs," Bijou profoundly said, trying to seem smart, yet funny at the same time. Of course, she was a bit insulted. Dogs were the Ham-Hams worse enemy since Brandy turned on them.
Pashmina giggled. "Yeah Boss. I think it's time for you to go to Happy Land on your own," She pushed him into the other closet, and locked the door before Boss made any objections. "That should hold him," she said, pleased with her work.
Bijou let out a sigh of relief. "I was afraid he was going to start rapping if you didn't lock him away!" she exclaimed, dramatically.
The two girls giggled, and then got a refill on coffee (they had gotten quite tired of tea). The others just stared at them, in bewilderment. The door swung open once again. It was Sandy. Apparently she hadn't killed herself...yet.
"I'm like," she started, looking around at everyone. "I'm like saying good- bye. I'm going like...forever and ever. You're never seeing me again." She said, twirling her ribbon. "I just wanted to say good-bye. And give you this-whoa! Pashmina you're not a punk anymore. That's like totally great!"
Pashmina beamed. "So you aren't killing yourself, are you Sandy?" she asked, with concern.
Sandy looked enraged. "You like weren't suppose to tell anyone I'm gonna kill myself!"
As if her last words were a cue, the door swung open and let in Maxwell. He smiled profoundly at the Ham-Hams and took pleasure to Pashmina's change. "Hamha!" he said, speaking in their little secret language.
Bijou rolled her eyes. "Hamha is so three years ago..." she muttered, Pashmina nodding in agreement.
Sandy frowned. "Hide me!" she exclaimed, running off into a corner.
"Sweetheart?" Maxwell asked, clearly befuddled to Sandy's sudden hiding.
"Sandy's havin' problems dude," Stan said, standing up and grabbing his maracas once again. "Oh sis!" he exclaimed, Sandy ignoring him.
"Shut up Stan!" she exclaimed, also exposing her hiding spot.
"Sandy!" Maxwell rushed over. "Is something bothering you?"
Sandy ran to the other side of the room. "Nothing is." She said, putting her paws behind her back. "Nothing at all...I'll err...be right back," She rushed to the restroom area of the Clubhouse and shut the door.
Maxwell frowned and followed, pulling at the door. "Sandy!" he exclaimed. "Let me in!" "Get away!" she exclaimed.
Maxwell sighed. "She can be so moody at times," he walked back to the others, and sat down. "Especially during that one time of the month-"
"YES!" came a pleased voice from the restroom, as Sandy walked out. "Oh thank god I'm not pregnant!" she exclaimed, running over to Bijou and Pashmina, hugging the two. "I have like no reason to kill myself anymore! YES! YES! YES!" she took out her ribbon and swirled it around cheerfully.
Maxwell frowned. "Sandy thought she was pregnant!?" he exclaimed, in disbelief.
"Oh err..." Sandy's cheeks redden. "I like gotta get running!" she ran out of the clubhouse, as Stan followed.
"Come on sis!" he exclaimed. "We have to celebrate. That's two problems solved."
"Pathetic morons," Hamtaro muttered, while taking a sip of coffee.
Bijou frowned and swirled her spoon in her coffee. They may of solved two problems in one day, but there were still many more existing among the Ham- Hams. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow.
Final Note: Please review! I like hearing from you. I'm pretty much having Writer's Block to what should happen next. Any suggestions would be superb.
