Chapter 7: The Unusually Calm Morning
Author's Note: Another case of Writer's Block. I'm sorry to say that this chapter isn't as long or as interesting as the others. I brought in Jingle though! =D So until I get more ideas...Cheers!
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Hamtaro or anything like that.
Bijou walked in the Clubhouse that morning with a bit of a pale face. That dream seemed so real; the flashback of the memories only made it seem like she was living it again. She sighed, and sat down in-between to Maxwell and Pashmina, grabbing a coffee, and trying to calm down.
"Bad dream, eh?" Pashmina asked, sipping a bit of her own coffee. She fiddled a bit with her red scarf, before looking back up at Bijou for an answer.
Bijou slowly nodded. "It's always the same dream," she said, trying to maintain a normal American accent once again. "It's always a flashback of how I lost him." She looked down.
"You mean Hamtaro, don't you?" Pashmina asked, with a concerned glance. She sighed as well. "You two were so close. I-I can't really explain what happen to him. After you left he sort of...dimmed out...if you know what I mean. He stopped coming here as often, and when he did, he slowly became more...gloomy. He wouldn't talk to anyone. My guess is that something happened to his owner, Laura."
Bijou nodded. "From what I heard, Laura hasn't been spending as much time with Hamtaro due to her boyfriend."
"Along with loss of interest," Maxwell added. "I mean, from what I heard all our owners lost interest in us hamsters. They have new things to replace us. For some, it's other pets, and others...it may be as worthless as video games. Some have gone to college, or gotten more into work. We just don't play as much as an active role in their life."
Bijou nodded once again in agreement. "Good point," she said, looking down.
Pashmina sighed. "I haven't seen Penelope or Panda too much anymore either. Penelope's owner moved, which was a sad event for us all, and Panda's been on vacation."
"What about Jingle?" Bijou asked, her eyes suddenly widening.
The door suddenly swung open, as if on cue, letting in a odd hamster. His hair was styled with gel, as he walked in with a guitar hanging over his shoulder. "Yo," he said, looking around. "This wouldn't be the Ham-Ham clubhouse would it?"
"Jingle!" the three exclaimed.
The hamster made himself comfortable on a chair, as he yawned. "The path of life has been tough, so I see," he said, having ease dropped on their conversation. "I saw the orange hamster himself, Kamtaro wasn't it?"
"That would be Hamtaro," Bijou corrected.
"Whatever." Jingle said, starting to play a tune on his guitar. "He looked pretty upset at first, but that was a couple months ago."
"Do you remember what he was upset about?" Bijou questioned.
"No, one's memory can only recall certain events for so long." Jingle replied.
"What happened to all the rhymes?" Pashmina asked.
"Rhymes?" Jingle questioned with a befuddled glance.
"You always used to rhyme." Pashmina said. "You haven't used one set of rhyming words at all now."
"Perhaps the poet inside me has gone away," Jingle suggested, grabbing some coffee. 'In other words, I left him in Tokyo."
The three laughed, glad to see their unusual friend once again.
"Doesn't it get lonely traveling alone?" Bijou asked, with a concerned glance.
"I got my pig," Jingle happily proclaimed. "It's never lonely with him."
Maxwell smiled. "So how long do you plan to stay?"
"Until the wind tells me to move on," Jingle said. He laughed. "I'll go when the time's right."
Maxwell nodded. "I speak for everyone when I say we appreciate your company."
Jingle smiled. "Glad to be here. So where's everyone else?"
"Well," Bijou hesitated. "Oxnard's in the hospital still."
Jingle's eyes widen. "Really? Why?" he asked, the slightest bit worried.
"Let's just call it an eating disorder gone too far," Pashmina said, with a frown.
Their guest nodded. "I understand. Poor hamster."
"Sandy and Stan are still at home," Pashmina continued.
Maxwell frowned at the mention of Sandy. "I don't know why she's been avoiding me lately," he said.
"She's probably still embarrassed from the other day," Bijou suggested.
Jingle frowned. "What happened the other day?"
"You really don't need to know," Pashmina answered.
"As for Hamtaro," Bijou said, in a bit of a distant voice. "No one knows," she sighed and looked down.
Pashmina frowned, and took another sip out of her coffee
Jingle nodded in understanding. "And what about that big leader hamster with the anger problems?" he asked.
"Boss?" Maxwell questioned. "No one really knows what happened to him either. Last I remember Pashmina locked him in a closet."
"He isn't still in there, is he!?" Pashmina exclaimed, running over to the closet and opening it. She let out a sigh of relief to see he wasn't.
"As for Howdy and Dexter, no one knows either," Bijou said. "Nor does anyone want to."
The other two nodded at this statement and then turned their attention back to Jingle. Pashmina walked back to the table and sat back down.
"So do you have any plans for today?" Jingle asked.
"Well, we're going to the hospital this afternoon," Bijou said. "Hopefully Oxnard's feeling better.
"Yeah..." Pashmina said. "Hopefully."
The conversation suddenly stopped there, as the four hamsters just drank there coffee, letting time slowly pass by.
Final Notes: Pretty average chapter. I'm out of ideas really. Any good exciting suggestions would be appreciated.
