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Uuh…

Aah…

Eh…?

Wha-? What the hell happened to me? Oh, chucharrango… I turn my head away from the light. Huh? Someone speaking. I open my eyes and see Jumba, grinning at me. I smile back weakly and look around. I'm back in the lab.

"What happened…?" I ask, looking at him. He puts his hand on me to stop me getting up.

"You had an unfortunate occurrence with experiment 552. Now you know the reason I am putting him in there. You were asleep for at least two days." He explains, stroking my back.

"Did you see…?" I ask, reaching for my ear.

"Yes." He says, stopping my hand. "I accessed it while you were unconscious. But I'm afraid you won't be able to delete the footage he forced upon you." I look down sadly, remembering it. I glance at the mirror, flat on the table. I look to Jumba and he nods, tilting it towards me. Ow… I look worse than I feel. Dry, blue blood sticks to the corners of my mouth and eyes, a small scar can be seen under my chin and down the left side of me I can see a line of holes, sewn together by stitches. I glimpse something white behind my back. I turn and see my quills.

Oh…

my…

stars…

My quills…

They're… they're… w-white and transparent… The colours… the beautiful colours are… gone… I feel tears well in my eyes. Why…? Why my quills? "I am sorry. They have been permanently bleached. There's nothing I can do about that." I blink my tears away angrily. R-right. There's n-nothing I can do about it, so get over it! But still…

Hold up…

"W-where is he?" I ask, looking for him.

"Who?" Jumba says, looking puzzled.

"The person who found me." I say.

He suddenly grins as he remembers something. "Aha! You mean 613. He is here. He has been staying awake to see your recovery." He indicates someone at the other end of the table. I turn and see an experiment. The experiment is my height, turquoise with aqua neck, chest and eyes, a racoon-like tail, ears like mine, 4 arms and he has a strange cup-like object on his head. He's led on his back, eyes closed and snoring slightly.

"Two days is long time for 613." Jumba chuckles, shaking his head at him. "He is sonic destroyer experiment. The cone on top amplifies the noise he will make, making it powerful enough to destroy! Ahahahahahahahah!" He laughs, leaning his head back. I look at him, a bit scared. So… This is awkwardness… He realises and coughs. "Sorry. I get carried away. I will leave you with the thanking, OK?" He gets up and walks out the room. I turn back to 613, walking towards him slowly. Up close, I can hear a faint honking sound each time he breathes. Must be the cone on his head. I reach out and gently poke him. He snorts, giving out a small beep. I can't help but giggle at that. He opens his dark blue eyes and looks at me. I freeze. Wha-? Why have I frozen?!? What the-? I can feel a small blush creeping up beneath my face-fur. What the hell is happening to me?!? I've never felt like this before. What's going on?!? He sits up and smiles at me.

"Hi." He says, yawning slightly.

"Hi." I reply. (Hey, I mind-rhymed!) Not exactly riveting conversation, is it?

"So, you're the person I saved before, huh?" he says, standing up. I stand, blushing, trying to speak. "What's up? Trog got your tongue?" he laughs, folding all his arms.

"S-sorry, I'm 592…" I say quickly.

"I'm 613." He says, scratching his ear absent-mindedly. That weird feeling's flaring up again. It's like I want to be near him, but I want to run from the room.

"A-anyway, thanks for helping me back there."

"Oh, no problem." He replies, smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He leans to the side to see my quills. I look down sadly. He leans back and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you still look beautiful even without the colours in them." I blush harder, smiling. What is it with this blushing thing??? Oh, quista, I bet he can see it through my fur!

"So, we are all acquainted then?" says a voice from the hall. We turn to see Jumba clomping in. "Good." he says before we have time to answer. He picks us up and places us on the floor. "I am needing to do highly top-secret work, so I will not need you, 592." I'll bet(!) Probably going to phone for a pizza. I walk out, 613 following! I still can't figure out if that's good, bad or even why I care. I turn to him.

"Er, look, sorry." I mutter hurriedly. "I'm sorry, but, er, I arranged to meet… 221 later on. Sorry." Why am I saying sorry over and over???

"Oh, no problem. See you later." He says, winking. He walks away, turning a corner in the corridor. I lean against the wall, looking up, and a smile on my face as I think about him. I put my hands together on my chest and slide down the wall, sighing. I've no idea what this feeling is, but I'm starting to like it.

"Hey! You're only supposed to act like that when I peck you!" a voice says from the side of me. I turn to see 323 frowning at me from mid-air. I look at him, puzzled. Peck me?

"What do you mean?" I ask. He flits down and lands beside me. I press the record button. I think he's going to say something important.

"Y'see, when I peck people, they go gooey at the first person they see. Jumba calls it Love. They start kissing each other like mad! Oh, kissing is when they press lips together." He explains, twitching his wings now and again. "So, how come you're acting in Love when I haven't pecked you?" I turn away from him and look at a spot on the floor in front of me. Love…? That does seem to sum up my feelings… Yeah. That must be it.

"I'm in Love with 613…" I murmur, realising. I quickly cover my mouth. I didn't plan to say that out loud! I turn to 323, a grin spreading across his beak. He takes off, hovering in mid-air.

"Ooh! '5-2-9, 6-1-3, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!'" he says in a sing-song voice, swaying in time with it. I growl at him, standing up. He giggles, and then flits away, shouting at the top of his voice; "529 loves 613! And I had nothing to do with it!" Right. That's DOES IT!! I run after him, determined to stop his song…

Hey, 613 (Yaarp) needs some respect!