Tart
*A message from starri*
I love Tart and I'd never want to be sooper mean to him, but I just imagined this and HAD to write it. So this goes out to all Tart luvers.....
I'M SOWWY!!!!!!!!!!!
I luv Tart too.........he's one of my favorites (along with Mint and Kish). I could just imagine this and whatever I imagine must be written and shown to the public!!!!!!! So without further adieu.........THE SECOND CHAPTER OF WUNNERFULNESS!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. Sowwy 'bout the short chapters.............I'm just lazy
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He woke up. He was scared. He felt even more alone than he had when he had waken up that night. He went downstairs to see his mom.
"Mummy?" he called, "Where are you?" He looked in every room of their "house" but couldn't find her anywhere. By then he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. His hands were shaking violently and he could barely speak. He sat there for a moment the started sobbing. He couldn't think about anything besides the fact that he was alone.
About an hour later, his eyes were bright red and his throat hurt from crying so much. He started thinking about what he should do. He OBVIOUSLY couldn't leave here. He couldn't survive without this place he called home. After all, this is where he grew up. Him with his..........
He felt tears streaking down his face again. He shook his head, trying to keep himself from sobbing. He looked through their whole house again hoping that the last ninety minutes had just been a nightmare. A nightmare that he'd wake up from any minute now........
He ended his search in his room which was where he'd started. He walked to his window and opened it. The cold air from outside blew in and made him feel a little better. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed, enjoying the frosty air against his wet face. When he finally opened his eyes he saw that it was still dark outside. His eyes focused a little and he saw what he'd first seen earlier that night. The mist. It was still there. All of a sudden, he didn't feel so lonely. He thought about this fact for a while then resorted to thinking about where he'd go. He then realized something.
"I'm not stupid. I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone." He looked at his room one last time, then walked downstairs. He payed close attention to everything knowing that it was probably the last time he was going to see it. He opened the door and felt the air brush lightly against his cheeks. He hesitated slightly, wondering whether he should leave all he grew up with or not. Then he remembered that everything he grew up with was crap and he stepped out his door into the mist.
* Eight years later*
Tart sat up in bed. He'd just had a dream of something that had happened about two years before meeting Kish and Pai. He looked around his room, trying to remember all the details of his dream so he could tell Kish. His brown eyes surveyed everything in his room before he decided to go downstairs.
Kish was trying to figure out the toaster oven when Tart glided down the stairs. Pai was reading the paper. Tart was glad they weren't fighting. Their fighting had grown worse since they'd made peace with the Mew Mews and Tart could never put up with it.
Kish yelled over to his lavender-eyed colleague. "Hey Pai, why are you in such an awesome mood today?"
Pai raised an eyebrow at Kish "I do not have an *awesome* mood as you say Kish. I'm merely trying not to fight today."
"Why?"
"I'm preserving my energy."
"For what?"
Pai glared at Kish and said "I'm preserving my energy so that when you get out of line I can beat you to a pulp!"
" HAH!!!!! There's no way you can do that!!! I'm way faster than you!!!! You wouldn't even be able to catch me!!!!!!!" Tart sensed a fight coming on and decided to leave before it started.
"I'm going out."
"You do that" Pai said, not really hearing anything besides the taunting and teasing courtesy of Kish.
As Tart flew out of their ship, he tried to think of somewhere where Kish and Pai would never go, simply so he could get away from them. He cast his mind around for places to sit and relax and it landed on the park.
He flew straight there and decided to sit in a tree. Why? He didn't know. He simply felt like it. He made himself comfortable then thought of Kish and Pai's fights. They'd been getting worse and worse by the day. Recently, Pai had gotten so mad he'd pulled out his knife and slashed Kish across the face. After that Kish had to do something to Pai, so he slapped him so many times that Tart had started to count, but had lost track. Usually it was Tart who had to stop the fights, and most of the time they were fighting so badly that Tart ended up getting some slaps from it too. The one time they'd stopped a fight of their own accord, was when Tart had gotten beaten up trying to do so. Even though Kish and Pai fought all the time, they both had a rather soft spot for Tart. Probably because of how they'd met...........