A/N: My apologies for a late update. I've been thinking on the next chapter for so long. School, people, blah, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. You get it don't you? Well. The long awaited Chapter 4 is here.
Chapter 4: Rash
Kazooie caught her eye on the window. Her views had miraculously changed. It seemed changing form does change personality. But why was it that something or someone would do such a thing and changed her in both form and personality? Why was it that she had the worst luck out of the rest of them? She flung her hair back. She gazed at Banjo for a moment, the clueless bear, also the one who happens to just take every single thing so painfully serious. She heard a few yelps and hollers from outside when Banjo and Bottles were conversing. Things just didn't feel right. Kazooie could just go over and tattoo the name 'Amy' on her shoulder and use it as a new name for her. Sure forget Kazooie, she isn't important, she would never be important...it would be all Amy Amy Amy! Kazooie felt her bird initiatives slip from her soul. The form of the bear was taking over her in a rapid speed. For all you know Kazooie would be gone and this 'Amy' would have taken over in just a matter of time.
Ofcourse Banjo would have to start to get used to Amy, if ever Tooty was kidnapped by the wicked witch of the west then Banjo would have to cope without Kazooie's egg spiting ability, invulnerable ability and her shock jump ability and most importantly, her flying ability. Instead she would turn out to be a less enough tired old female bear that does nothing but run, walk, roll, claw swipe and slip off of steep slopes. How would they be able to do the rat-a-tat rap, the double jump and so forth? Kazooie did all the efforts and yet Banjo was mostly credited for them. It did fury Kazooie slightly but she was well docile about the fact that she helped out aswell.
Bottles, ofcourse she knew very well that the geeky mole had a grudge against her never ending sarcasm and endless arrogance. Typically giving the bird quite the challenges, like egg farting, wearing boots in swamps and running in trainers. Bottles could never figure how a bird with a majestic quality would turn out to be an obnoxious loud fowl with the personality of a quacking duck. But there were times when her attitude caused her own dejection. Feeling alone and constantly looking at herself in the mirror with a look that said 'Look at you, you're blatantly naïve and yet you go around showing everybody how much of a snob you are. And that's disgusting.' It was like she herself was Jekyll and Hyde. One minute being a sane being and the next being an overly charged psychopath. That isn't even a good example to describe herself but it was the way she felt. What are the worst consequences in life? Loosing what you had gained over the fact that people can't take who you are and what you are or living within a land of lies? What if she suddenly gotten into a bleeding accident and suddenly lost her life? No one would've wanted her, No one would've missed her, and there would be one less bitch cluttering up the place.
'Ofcourse I could've been sent to a psychiatrist or even a mental home far away from Spiral Mountain. No one would care about me...I would just be another invisible face wandering the shadows of the moon, doomed to be haunted by my own mistakes while the rest frolics in the sun. An outcast of some sort. Being neglected by a strong barrier that kept me out of bounds of the place where happiness lied. It was a mental illness that had just followed me to my beginning course of life and left me bitter with arrogance. Cut into bits and pieces and slashed by my own envy of even the most innocent toddlers out of the lot. Sanity would slip from the palm of my newly bare and eccentrically shaped paws and flow in the wind, while my soul shreads until my Insanity woke and took over me. There is no lie; I am cursed out of my own dark thoughts.There would never be hope; no one could save me...ever....'
Kazooie went out of the house and walked towards the mote. She sat by the edge and looked at her reflection, she saw her own bird-like self, frowning and dissipating. She felt as if she would want to evanescence. Being one with multiple personalities, she never knew what she would decide to do next. A shear sparkle appeared in her eye as a tear ran down her face and dropped on the water. She sometimes even wondered what Banjo thought of her.
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Banjo had stayed awake all through the time, not getting over a trance between himself and Bottles. But it was glaringly obvious that Banjo had infatuation for Kazooie, he had fallen deeply in terms of immobilisation. It was just a few hours and already he felt butterflies. But it was as if Banjo had suddenly taken a turn for the worst. Why was it surprising that Kazooie was suddenly turned into a bear? Why was it that he failed to hide an erecting feeling in which would've embarrassed himself towards Kazooie? But it felt as if she was out of line.
Banjo, the dumb bear, the one who was as stupid as the next guy. Yet people fail to see the intelligence within him. He tried stooping so low to get the vile attention from his peers yet they would just turn around and do a little hand motion which is translation for either 'Go away!' or 'Take a hike!' He didn't like being ignored or considered stupid. He even had some good qualities within him. He never felt useless, he never felt disapproving of himself, he was always proud of himself and what he was. But yet it is his peers who seem to lower his self esteem. He didn't know why. Was it a form of prejudice or was it just because he had saved his sister from Gruntilda's efforts to de-beautifilize her and transfer that energy onto herself? He had faith and hope within him, he never knew what Kazooie felt but he knew that she only wanted to help only because they were friends. Banjo did have high expectations from Kazooie but if he were more rash and despicable then he would've thrown her out on her own ages ago. But he wasn't like that; he was considerable to anyone who gets the chip on their shoulder. He didn't even know if Kazooie even has a shoulder. But he did know that the bird was plainly catching on to him. He didn't know what to say, he felt clueless all the way. But the bird was deformed. She needs his help.
But how did he suddenly fall in love with her for all the wrong reasons. 'Horrendous! Kazooie was the same as she was before!' But if he thought that then how can he call himself and Kazooie best friends if he couldn't see what the other has suddenly gained or risked? He bashes himself mentally for his efforts to break out of his crush. It took him time to realise disdainfully that it was not Kazooie he had fallen in love with...but Amy. It was as if Kazooie had suddenly gotten an alter ego and Banjo had to decide who he cared for the most? But in that case, who did he care for the most? A girl who he had started crushing on and thought who was completely innocent and gentle or an obnoxious loud mouth in which he has been friends for years with? Sure he would pick Kazooie but his infatuation for 'Amy' was strong. Unless the whole situation improvised and he suddenly crushed on Kazooie. Banjo crushing on Kazooie? It's like the Coyote suddenly fell in love with the Road runner! It was beyond impossible to love one that was the opposite species. But Kazooie is gone for now and Amy is here, he didn't know if Kazooie was going to come back to him or not, which caused him symptoms. He would actually mourn and scream out for Kazooie to come back to him. At the same time new feelings would inject into him. He didn't know what the outcome would be. But whatever it would be, it had better turn out to be a good one...
Banjo shook his head in frustration and got up from bed. He got out of the house and sat by the mote. He knew Kazooie was just centimetres away from him, looking at her reflection. He didn't want to look at her. For if he did then he would be sombre. Kazooie didn't want to look at him, for she would get even more sombre. The both of them were a lone in Spiral Mountain. Normally Spiral residents would have slept at this hour. The place was deserted with only Banjo and Kazooie there. Both facing the other way and both not having the will to look at each other in the eyes, thinking it would be a shameful approach that would break their pride.
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Ok, I didn't want them to communicate this chapter. But please tell me what you thought of the chapter in your review. I believe my writer's block has been fully cleared...for now...But I can't help but write short chapters...