Aaaaaaw... Thankies for all the reviews! It makes me -once again- so happy! Don't worry, Zazie was just being a brat. Uum, but I think I'm losing my funny...

disclaimer: I won't rule the world until 2070. So don't sue until I have enough authority and power to crush you in a legal debate. Mwahahahaha!!! Run in fear pitiful mortals!!! No really I'm just joking! PLEASE don't sue me!! ::whimpers::

ch 4-- I've lost the preciousssss! lol

Cheerful sunlight shone through the window into Zazie's room. The birds were chirping out sweet melodies and the trees (work with me here...) were swaying in the cool breeze. During his spur of the moment periods of anger, Zazie busied himself by ripping the heads off of his stuffed animals.

"Riiiiiip. There goes the bunny. Riiiiiiip. Bye bye Mr. Giraffe. Riiiiip. Crack. OH MY GOD NO THAT WASN'T A STUFFED MOUSE!!!"

Terrified, Zazie prepared to chuck the be-headed animal out the window. But he thought better of it and saved it for future Dominique torture based pranks.

When he had decided to imbody this child, he had no idea that he would also inherit most of its brain. All the childish fears and such. This utterly enraged him. He had no freedom of speech, or more practical, no freedom to have his speech listened to. None of the Gung-Ho-Guns listened to him when he had something important to say, like: "Legato, your souffle is on fire. Or E.G. there's toilet paper stuck on one of your impalement devices. Or Caine, I think you have a zit. Just a guess." But then again, Caine didn't talk very much anyway, but everyone listened to him!

And now, when he had something very important and perfectly rational to say about Legato's condition, NO ONE listened to him! He was always laughed at and this situation was no different.

"Oh ya that is so believable! Ice cream...!"

"Ha Ha! Like that could ever happen!"

"It's just ice cream, how could that cause anything besides indigestion?!"

"......... ... ...... .......! ......, ........ ... .......!!!"

"Amen to that brotha!"

Just remembering irkitated (did I make up this word? Well I love it.) him. He decided that he would be the one to discover what caused Legato's sleepwalking problem. Then they would all have to listen to him! There would be no more: "Oh please you're too young to know stuff like that. Or Sure, like I would believe you. Or Maybe that'll become realistic when you're 20 years older... NOT!"

Oh yes, there would be no more of that.

In the meantime, Legato -of course- had no recollection of the "Midvalley incident." But he was wondering why Midvalley stood at least a minimum of 5 feet away from him whenever they were in the vicinity of each other. He had yet to ask, and somehow, he didn't want to know. It also concerned him that the rest of his Masters minions were having secret conversations in corners when they thought he wasn't listening. In truth he wasn't listening, because -once again- he had a feeling that he didn't want to know what they were murmuring about.

He headed to the kitchen since his stomach was being unreasonably growly this morning. He opened up the fridge and obtained his precious cheesecake. Strawberry. Mmmmm. And then he thought that well, Stawberry cheesecake goes so well with ice cream and he had just bought a recently added flavor, "Death by Chocolate(1)" which he had been eating for the past few days. He knew he had plenty more because it came in tubs. Literally. Well maybe not, but they were pretty huge. So he opened the freezer and lo and behold, his prized ice cream was gone!

The room darkened and a wind picked up in the enclosed space. His inhuman gold eyes sparked with seething anger. He was going to kill whoever took his ice cream. They would pay for their sin.

Zazie was inspecting ice cream. It was some fancy high class shit.

"Write this down Mr. Wuggles."

The stuffed bear was sitting in front of a piece of paper, holding (sort of) a pen in its paw.

"Flavor: Death by Chocolate. Ingredients: chokolit, uuuum, gli-glio? gl-something, just write it down."

The ability of not being able to read difficult words was also a crappy part of this pathetic body.

"Aw fuck the ingredients just wait a min-- what's this? Warning: Do not eat in excess. May cause reactions in some people. Damn, it sounded like a warning for medicine like "If erections last longer than four hours, contact your doctor..." Not that he knew what that was.

"Well it says: Do not eat in ek-ecks-ecks-ess. May cause re-ak-re-akshuns in some people. Did you write that down?"

He paused to look at the stuffed bear. The paper in front of it contained nothing.

"Uuugh you stupid creature. Forget it, I'll remember by myself..."

He shoved the bear to the side and seized the paper and pen and started to write down -in his kiddish handwriting- what he remembered. If it caused reakshuns, what kind were they? Did it include sleepwalking and extreme horny-ness while doing so? He decided to put the ice cream back into the freezer and wait for Legato to eat it and then take notes about what happened when he went to sleep.

The sounds of Legato ransacking the Gung-Ho-Guns rooms echoed through the whole complex. Legato was turning the whole place upside-down in search of his beloved ice cream. With a slightly crazed look on his face.

tbc

1) Thank you Magnet-Rose for this Wonderfully-Wonderful idea! ::hugs::

ak35: well hope yall like it!

Zazie: NO ONE LISTENS TO ME!

ak35: huh? what was that?

Zazie: I HATE YOU!

ak35: where's that coming from? is it just me or do you hear that too? do ya? do ya?