As Seen On TV By HamClover
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I'm writing this author's note at ten at night and am really hyper! Wee! Maybe it's because I'm listening to the Hamutaro Techno opening theme, which can only be called the coolest Hamtaro oriented song ever created by mankind, or maybe it's because I had Dr. Pepper during lunch today...? The world may never know why I act like a loony at random times, but I know that some of you people are getting a little too sly! Why? Take Light Sneasel's review, you're catching on to me! AHHH! People if you have an idea, don't spoil it! Meep!
Chapter Fourteen .:Is Your Mama Llama?:.
"Well this is just peachy!" Nero shouted to the black Honda, kicking a pebble angrily. And with all the anger and force he put into kicking that rock, it only bounced a few feet. Normally, Nero would not get angry, but he had almost had enough. And this was enough to make him slightly angrier than normal. Just slightly.
He stared at the Honda for a moment. He was surprised that Blair had been enough of an idiot to keep the door unlocked in the first place, but leaving the keys in there just iced the cake.
"Blair! Blair!"
Blair didn't answer, and Nero decided to trot over to the other side of the parking lot, where the big trucks parked. It might have sounded like an absolutely insane idea, but Nero just guessed, with a slight ray of hope, that Blair had gotten more liquor, gotten herself and Sparkle drunk, and decided to bang some truckers. Yeah, that was brilliant.
And as everyone had hoped, Blair and Sparkle weren't getting lucky with some truckers, in fact, they weren't even there. Nero was never good at making theories anyways.
Shivering, Nero rubbed his arms and gazed up at the golden sky. It was getting dark and that unsettled him slightly. "Where are they??" He asked himself, puffing out a breath of air.
Sulking back into the building, he noticed that is was a lot less crowded than before. It just seems to have a few weirdoes here and there.
Nero walked up to the closest person he could find. "Um, excuse me," He said.
The man looked up from his slump and snorted, which Nero took as a shun. Moving on, Nero got denied by a few more bums, and gave up on them fairly quickly, as means for help, that is.
So the next piece of junk sitting closest to him was his only hope: A vending machine.
Squinting at the red words scrolling across the tiny screen above the buttons, Nero determined that he needed exactly one dollar and twenty five cents, just so he won't "die of thirst and have poor panicked Blair and Sparkle see poor Nero dried up like a prune and sob and cry about all the horrible things they'd done, and how wonderful he was" It sounded like a good idea for a second, but the thought of being dead turned him off on that. (AN- There's no exact location these guys live in, really. I'd say they live in Japan, but the show has so little references to Japanese culture, which is a mixed blessing. Just to make my lazy job easier, they'll be using US currency, no yen )
Crouching down on the sickeningly greasy tile floor, Nero peered under the vending machine, hoping that some unfortunate soul had dropped a quarter or a nickel and was unable to reach it. Nero stood back up with some luck; a quarter and two nickels. This wasn't enough. Now poor Nero had to beg the bums and any "unlucky" passersby's for change.
"Pssh, no, I'm in a hurry, sonny!" Spat a bussinessham too busy talking on his cell phone. He patted Nero on the head as he breezed by, messing up his hair. Casting an angry glare, Nero fixed his hair while waiting for the next passerby.
"I sorry, no money..." Whined a little girl. She backed up her statement by showing Nero her empty change purse. Nero smiled and told her thanks anyways, at least she didn't mess up his hair and call him "sonny".
"Back in my day, we didn't hafta' pay for some dang water!" Blurted an older ham Nero stopped, who actually took the time to pause and talk to him. "Back when I was your age, we never hadda' scrounge around for change. We just had to go to the river, and it was just down the hill! Now that was higher living! Nowadays, you kids need to work so hard for what you want!"
Nero stared at the man. Gee, he was different. Most old guys like him complained that the younger generation had it for them.
"Yep, everyone else says you guys are all spoiled n' stuff. Not exactly!" The man said. He gave out a heaving cough, cupping his fist, and went on his way. Lifting up his paw slightly to stop the man, Nero hesitated. "He didn't even tell me if he had any money..." He sighed.
It was almost all the way dark now, and everyone seemed to either be leaving or taking a really long time in the bathroom, for it was now nearly a wasteland.
A janitor came through the door and gawked at poor Nero, how leaned against the brick wall muttering insulting words to himself angrily. The janitor walked over to Nero, who had this sullen look on his face. He looked like he was in his dark place, if he had one.
"Um, sir, are you all right?" The janitor asked quietly, not sure if Nero would bite her head off suddenly or burst into tears.
He did neither to her.
"No, I'm fine, thanks." Nero mumbled through his gritted teeth. "I need some money for something to drink..."
The janitor squat down and looked at him with a worried expression. "Are you lost or something?" She asked, concerned.
"No, not exactly. I just got left here."
"Oh, that's tough, it happens a lot, trust me. Us custodians all call it the Semi-Home Alone Syndrome. Yeah, it sounds funny, but sometimes there's reasons for someone leaving one of their party behind, you know?"
Nero looked at her. He didn't say anything.
"Sometimes something real important comes up. It may be life threatening, it may not. You'll never know until you find out."
Nero smiled. "That didn't make any sense." He said.
The janitor laughed, standing up. "Well, I try my best!"
Nero breathed a sigh of relief. He felt safer now; knowing someone he could trust was around him again. He trusted Blair with his life, too. She was always like a mother to him. He even trusted Sparkle too, when she was in a good mood.
The janitor picked a piece of gum off the brick wall and flicked it in the garbage with no complaints.
"I'll be here for quite a while, so you're fine. And I mean quite a while!"
Nero stood up and brushed himself off.
"So, you got any change?"