Ladybug: Hello, hello, hello! Ladybug missed you all!!
Pearlyblue: Er… pardon us please, it wasn't our intention to go Missing In Action for so long… clears throat and straightens out glasses … but it was cough done with a purpose.
Wakko: Really?
Pearlyblue: Shh. Yes, you see, this is another demonstration of a typical thing that Mary-Sue authors do: They just stop writing their stories, or pull them off the 'net entirely because they didn't get enough coughcoughglowing praisecoughcough reviews.
Ladybug: Aaah, so THAT was what we were doing when we lazed off at the beach. Cool! Can we do that again?
Pearlyblue: Er… NO! We were NOT lazing off at the beach, we were… eh… studying… eh… and thinking very hard.
Wakko: I know I was. grins I learnt a lot of biology and chemistry…
Ladybug: Ohh… darn… Pearlyblue: frustrated Shut it, Wakko! Oh, yeah… pats Ladybug you… you do that.
Ladybug: Okay! twitches Oh! Oh! Oh! Ladybug noticed something! You must know! There is a relative of Sylvia's here on this very site! It's right around the corner, and her name is Coci… Cossi… er… anyway, too long to remember. And she is veryvery sparkly, and has veryvery powerful magic, and sings to her broom… and I think she wants to marry Judeau in the end…
Pearlyblue: What…? dark green eyes begin to glow
Wakko and Ladybug: Eep!
Wakko: Start the story! Quick, start the d-mn story!! Distract her! Anything!
Ladybug: Eepeti-eep-eep!
As Sylvia gingerly lowered him onto the tent's one bed, Judeau gave her a worried frown.
"Um… you do know that you just demonstrated your strength to all those guys out there, right?"
Sylvia immediately blushed and released him, twiddling nervously with the hem of her tunic. "Yeah… well… I…" She guiltily cleared her throat. "I sort of… kinda… fought in the battle. So they kinda already know. And I think they heard when I told Mr. Corkus that I was a half-demon…" She studied her feet in embarrassment. "…Sorry. I… got carried away."
Judeau thought for a moment, then shrugged and sighed, remembering the looks on the guys' faces just before he and Sylvia had entered the tent.
"Ah, well… it seems to be all right, then."
So, he thought, was that what Corkus was running away from? Well, he seems to be in a minority, then. What d'ya know.
"Anyway," he reminded her, "You were going to make me stop bleeding…?"
Sylvia was suddenly all apologies and eagerness. "Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry… Take off your pants, then. Come on."
Judeau paused with his hands on his belt buckle and gave Sylvia a meaningful glance, which she completely seemed to miss.
"What?" she asked, a completely clueless expression on her face. "You need help?"
"No! Sylvia, would you please turn away?"
She gave him an annoyed look and sighed. "Fine, whatever. You're such a fuzz, Judeau." She turned her back and huffily crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't see what you're being so shy about, though. It's not like we're courting or anything… and I'm sure you have a perfectly fine package, anyway."
Judeau couldn't prevent himself from becoming beet red at that comment and he groaned, while carefully pulling his pants down:
"Sylvia, remember what we said about complimenting body parts…?"
She almost turned around, but thought better of it at the last moment.
"Yeah," she said, confused, "But I thought you would know that I'm not inviting you. Are you saying it's awkward anyway?"
"Er… yes." He rolled over onto his stomach and tried to get his burning cheeks back under control. "You can turn around now."
"Okay." Sylvia turned around with a big smile and flexed her fingers. "It's healing time!" Then her face fell, just a little. "Oh… that doesn't look good. Don't worry, though, I'll have it fixed in no time. It might feel a little strange, though…"
Trying to prepare for whatever was going to happen, Judeau buried his face in the crook of his arm and fought not to think about how he was exposing himself to one of the absolutely most beautiful women he'd ever… or how she was going to put her dainty little hand on hisWhooaaa!
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before: First a strange warmth spread out from the wound, completely blanking out any pain, and then it sort of… changed. Like some kind of benevolent, comforting energy wrapped around all of him – like being lowered into a warm bath after a long, cold winter day, and being held by the most gentle of lovers at the same time. He heard someone sigh blissfully, and distantly realised that it was himself. A feeling as if being caressed by calm and soothing hands ensued, again completely enveloping his entire body. Or soul… he wasn't sure. Somewhere far away, someone with a voice remarkably similar to his made a soft, purring sound.
"Judeau…?" another voice called from that faraway place. "Are… are you all right?"
He was slowly beginning to return to reality, but refused to open his eyes. The warm and lovely feeling lingered and tingled in his every vein, and he wanted to keep it for as long as he could.
"Hmmmm?"
A brief pause. "You look weird. I've never had anyone react like this to my healing, before. Are you feeling okay?"
Judeau heaved another contented sigh. "Mm-hmmm…"
"Okay." Another brief pause. "Well, you're okay now, though. As good as new!" He felt a small hand slap his exposed buttock. "Now you can pull up your pants, so I can heal the next one!"
With that, Judeau was abruptly back to himself again. Whoa, what was… heal the next… pants…!
He hurriedly half-rose onto his elbows, but was struck by a very acute insight – getting up right now, especially while not wearing pants, was an incredibly bad idea. He immediately flopped back down, and reached out for Sylvia instead – catching her wrist just as she turned towards the tent opening.
"Hey, um…" He pulled his pants up with his other hand, while trying to think quickly – despite seemingly having a lot of his blood currently relocated from his brain to quite a different region. "Uh… Yeah, about the healing… um…"
Sylvia patiently looked down at him. "Yes?"
"Um… I really think you should be conserving your powers with that one. Um. Keep it to the seriously wounded only, I mean. Um."
She frowned at him. "Why? If someone needs healing…"
"Well, yeah, I know, but, um…" We don't want them to start mutilating themselves, a small voice said in the back of his mind. He quickly shut it up. "…You shouldn't be wasting time and energy on small cuts and simple bruises. Um. The field surgeons need to feel useful too, you know."
"Ahhh…" Sylvia nodded in comprehension. "Yes, I see what you mean. It's very important to be useful."
Judeau forced a smile onto his face and nodded, letting go of Sylvia's hand. "Yeah. Keep to the seriously wounded."
She radiantly beamed back at him, then hesitated and tilted her head to the side. "Are you sure you're all right? You look a little strained."
Down, you annoying little bastard, down…!
"Yeah, I'm fine. No problem. Just… a little tired, that's all. Err… I just need to rest for a bit. If you don't mind, I'm just gonna stay here for a while. Um. It's comfy."
Nice, you moron, he thought to himself. Way to sound like a complete idiot… 'It's comfy'.
But Sylvia just nodded cheerfully. "Okay! I'll just be outside, then, healing the others."
"Okay," Judeau nodded, still having to force the smile. "Good luck! And… thanks."
"You're welcome!"
Thank god for naïveté, he thought as she lightly pranced out of the tent. Caska would most likely have caught on and either been insulted, or teased him ruthlessly about it.
He buried his face in his arms again and sighed heavily.
…Oh god… That was me making those sounds, wasn't it…? And why can I not help acting like a hormonal teenager around that girl?
Sylvia was confused, admittedly. But then again, she didn't often understand humans, it seemed. Judeau had smelled like he was in heat, which was totally weird – all demons she'd ever practiced her healing skills on had always reacted negatively, in all different kind of ways from making a very strained and pained face – like her mother – to running away, screaming at the top of their lungs, like her great-grand-uncle Borgo.
Of course, papa had always gotten really annoying and sappy-mushy, and would hug her and cuddle her and speak baby-talk to her for hours afterwards… but no one – none – had ever reacted by going into heat. She frowned. Maybe it was a human thing… no, papa was human. Well, mostly.
Hm. Most confusing.
She returned her mind to the present and gazed thoughtfully at the long line of Hawk soldiers outside the tent. They all looked so eager… it was going to be such a shame to let them down. But Judeau was right – the worst first, the rest could easily be dealt with by the human healers.
"Listen!" she shouted, making her voice just loud enough for all the assembled to hear, "I'm sorry, I changed my mind. You all have to go to the surgeons' tent: I will conserve my power for those who are really badly wounded. Is anyone here really badly wounded?"
Quite a few guys eagerly thrust their hands into the air. A small number disappointedly hung their heads and shuffled off. Sylvia walked up to the nearest remaining Hawk and looked him over. He had a few scratches, but nothing much, and she frowned in confusion.
"But… you're not hurt."
He was smiling widely. "Yeah, sure I am." He raised one eyebrow in insinuation and tapped his chest with one finger. "In here, baby. Hurting for you."
Sylvia's frown deepened and she sniffed curiously at him. "What are you talking about? You're hardly even bleeding!" Then she stopped and narrowed her eyes at him. He sort of smelled like he was in heat, too. What was this, now?
"Listen," she said, calmly but sternly, "I only patch people up, who are really, physically wounded. Okay? You're wasting my time, and while you're doing that, someone else might die. Now take me to the wounded."
While she talked, several of the other Hawks suddenly looked like they got preoccupied with other things and quietly dropped off. The man she'd been telling off took one step back and blushed in embarrassment.
"Er… Yes, sure… I was just joking. Sorry." He looked around, a little desperately, and began leading her back onto the abandoned battlefield. After a short while, he stopped and pointed. "Over there!"
A weak voice called out, from the direction the Hawk was pointing: "Help… someone…"
It didn't sound very hopeful, though. Sylvia gave the soldier by her side a quick smile and a pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks! Now you hurry back to the surgeons and get those bruises looked at."
He actually saluted her before turning and running off, but Sylvia didn't bother looking after him. She hurried over towards the sound of the hopeless voice.
The soldier didn't look good at all. In fact, had she been a demon of lesser strength of mind, she might have started salivating at the sight of all that blood. He hadn't had any armour on, it seemed, and besides having had his leg cut open almost from the hip to the knee, he also looked to have been stabbed straight through the chest. His breaths were short, laboured and wheezing, and his skin was deathly pale and clammy.
In a few more minutes, he would have been dead, had she not been there. He hazily focused on her when she sat down next to him, and blinked slowly, twice.
"…Holy…" he mumbled. "I'm going to heaven? I thought… heaven wasn't for… soldiers like me…"
Sylvia smiled and gently stroked his chin. "Don't worry," she whispered. "I'm here to save you." With that, she took his head in both hands and focused her energy through the teardrop pendant around her neck. She could only barely see the light begin to glow from the heart of the diamond before her eyes slid shut and she let the fingers of her mind do their work.
The wounded soldier gasped, deeply, and his skin immediately started feeling warmer under her hands. Through him, she could feel his wounds begin to close. As the blood stopped flowing, the man let out a quiet, breathless moan, and she could feel his heartbeats grow stronger and steadier. When the wound on his leg finally closed, though, he was breathing heavily, as if strained.
She withdrew her spirit and opened her eyes, but held onto his face and studied it worriedly. Had she accidentally taken energy from him, or something? Maybe she'd healed him too quickly… or maybe the healing process was hard on the weak, human body…
But as his eyes blinkingly drifted open, the look in them was one of disbelieving fascination – not of pain or weariness. He pulled in a ragged breath, meaning to speak, but then choked and started coughing up the blood that had gathered in his lungs. Sylvia quickly came to his aid and steadied him, patting him gently on the back. After a few moments, he seemed to be able to breathe properly again, and she gently leaned him back. He wiped his mouth with one hand and gave her a smile that was almost shy.
"Uh… I'm sorry… I hope you didn't get any on you…"
"Ah, don't worry." She smiled radiantly and patted him on the cheek. "I'm just glad you're okay now."
He blushed, his grin widening, and cleared his throat.
"Say…" he hesitantly mumbled, unable to look away from her face. "This might seem like a stupid question… but… are you an angel? Have… have I really died and gone to… to heaven? 'Cause I really didn't expect dying to feel like that…"
"Awww, that's so sweet," Sylvia giggled. "But no, you're still alive. It's just me, Sylvia – remember me? The one who cooked dinner tonight…?"
He blinked at her. "Oh yeah… I didn't get a good look at you later. Wow, you're… I mean… Wow."
Sylvia cocked her head to the side. "Er, thanks…?" Then she patted his shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Anyway, you're going to be fine, now. Just rest for a while – you look a little… strained." She took a quick sniff at the air, but all she could smell was blood.
Ah well…
She got up and dusted herself off. "But I've gotta go now, and see if there are any others that need healing." She waved at him. "Take it easy!"
When she twirled around, she noticed that her pant leg seemed to snag on something, and briefly turned back. The soldier quickly let go, and blushed a deeper shade of red.
"Um… My name is Joachim… if you'd ever want to find me… or need a favour or a helping hand or something – anything."
Sylvia beamed at him. "Thank you, Joachim! I'll remember that!" He smiled back at her, and she left with another little wave.
Handing over the reins of his horse to one of his men, Griffith promptly demanded to know if anyone had an idea of Lady Sylvia's whereabouts. One of the Hawks finally mentioned that he'd last seen her in the surgeons' tent, and his heart almost caught in his throat. Had she been injured, after all? Had he really seen what he thought he'd seen, back then? It seemed so improbable now that the rush of battle had worn off…
He hurried over to the surgeons' with a freezing cold feeling in the pit of his stomach, and almost ran right into a stunned doctor the moment he tore the tent flap open. The man didn't even seem to notice him – he was staring, mesmerised, at his index finger.
Frowning impatiently, Griffith grabbed the man's shoulder and shook him firmly.
"Excuse me, have you seen Lady Sylvia?"
The doctor looked up at him as if he didn't really see him at first, then he pointed dazedly over his shoulder further into the tent. Griffith let him resume his stunned inspection of his finger and hurried on. After only a few steps he heard a bright, female voice chatting lightly, and when he pushed one of the inner flaps aside he found the very lady he'd been looking for, sitting in the middle of a minor throng of soldiers.
"Oh, Sir Griffith!" she cheerfully exclaimed when she saw him, waving happily, and suddenly many of the soldiers seemed a little embarrassed and preoccupied. Griffith frowned inwardly, but stepped up to Sylvia with an equally bright smile on his face.
"Ah, Lady Sylvia. I am so glad to find you unharmed – I was quite worried…"
"Oh!" she suddenly cried, leaning forward and unexpectedly cupping his cheek with one small, dainty hand. "You're hurt! Please, let me…"
Griffith quickly found himself and gave her a reassuring smile. Since he'd not had the time to put on his helmet, he'd received a scratch on the cheek.
"Really, Lady Sylvia, it's noth-" He almost bit his own tongue as a wave of warmth and… pleasure washed through him from the palm of her hand. The world around him suddenly seemed to change – colours seemed brighter, her scent completely drowned out the smell of blood, and somehow everything but Sylvia's perfect face, deep, beautiful eyes, and soft, rosy lips faded away, becoming extremely unimportant. He felt himself lean forward, into her touch, closing the distance between his lips and hers… and she frowned very slightly, taking her hand away from his cheek. Griffith halted himself, blinking uncertainly at her.
"Oh my…" she whispered quietly to herself, her delicate nostrils flaring. "…You, too. Dearie, dearie me… I am doing it…"
"Hunh?"
Sylvia's smile was very slightly strained, but still beautifully radiant.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Er. You're all fixed now."
Griffith dazedly touched his cheek. The small wound was completely gone, without a trace.
"Amazing…" he murmured. "How did you do that?"
She blushed adorably and squirmed slightly. "Um… well… it's a gift I have. It's a part of me being a… you know… half-demon. Um. And I… I… I'm very, very sorry, Sir Griffith – I fought in the battle. I know you didn't want me to, but I… I…" She looked away with a remorseful sigh. "I'm sorry."
Griffith's brain finally started working the way it should again, and he studied the shameful woman before him a little more closely. So aside from being able to hand out even more punishment than Guts, she could heal people almost instantly…
"It's… okay, Lady Sylvia. To be honest, I wanted to keep you off the battlefield because… well… I didn't believe you actually were a half-demon. Please understand, Lady Sylvia… demons are not exactly commonplace…"
"Oh, I know," she interrupted, patting his hand reassuringly. "Judeau explained that."
Griffith froze for a short moment.
Judeau knew before me?
His surprise, and maybe some of the displeasure he felt at this realisation, must have shown in some way on his face, because Sylvia gave him a bit of a worried look.
"What? Did I… did I say something stupid again?"
He quickly wiped the expression off his face with another smile.
It doesn't matter. Why should it matter?
"No, no, Lady Sylvia. Not at all. It's just that now that I know how formidable you are in battle, I might reconsider not having you at the front…"
Sylvia squealed and bounced. "I get to fight with you?! In the frontline?! YAY!" And with that she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. As Griffith fought for air, he found himself enveloped once again in her intoxicating, flowery scent. It threatened to go to his head, and he wasn't at all sure of what would happen if he let it – and that concept filled him with such a chill that he immediately managed to get himself under full control.
"Provided, Lady Sylvia," he coughed, "That your safety can be guaranteed."
She released him and leaned back again, giving him a not-quite-comprehending look. Griffith ignored his own racing heartbeats and gave Sylvia a very level look.
"I assume you still belong somewhere, my Lady. You have parents or other guardians who are looking for you…?"
She looked away with a slight, guilty blush on her beautiful cheekbones.
"Well… yeah…"
"Well, then I'm sure they would not be happy if they found that you had been hurt while staying here with the Hawks. I don't want to have to be responsible for getting you injured."
"Oh, but that's no problem at all!" Sylvia chirped eagerly. "If there really only are humans here – no demons or dragons or other monsters, just humans – then they really can't hurt me. You see, my skin seems as smooth as any humans', but it's really a lot tougher – and I'm stronger than anyone I've met, so far – even stronger than Pippin! And I'm too fast, really, nobody can even touch me!"
She laid her hands on his arm and pleadingly looked up into his face.
"I won't get hurt, I promise! I can't get hurt! I really, really promise. Pleeeeeaaase…"
Griffith carefully hid his satisfied grin behind a gentle smile, and calmly took her hands into his.
"Well then, Lady Sylvia. We can surely arrange something."
Sylvia gave another cheerful squeal and threw herself into his arms again, trying to bounce and hug at the same time.
"Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!"
Griffith felt his cheeks grow oddly warm at the sensations of Sylvia, but kept himself strictly in check, patting her back. "You're most welcome, Lady Sylvia. It will be an honour to fight by your side."
She released her grip slightly and gave him a most brilliant smile, coupled with a gorgeous blush. "Really? You really mean that? Oh, you are so sweet!" And then she giggled cutely but gave him a very serious look. "I swear I won't let you down, Sir Griffith!"
He smiled back and straightened up, giving her a courteous bow. "Now then, if you excuse me, Lady Sylvia, I still have many matters to attend to. I am just happy to know that you are safe, and I'm sure you would rather retire now…"
"Uh, yeah, about that…" Sylvia interrupted, a hint of uncertainty suddenly entering her beautiful features. "…I don't know where I'm supposed to sleep."
Griffith blinked, and blinked again. "Oh dear… We have not made sleeping arrangements for you, have we? Oh no… how terribly embarrassing. We will of course see to this at once…"
"Okay, well," Sylvia interrupted again, putting one dainty finger to her full lips, "I guess I could stay with Judeau – but that might be embarrassing to him… and – oh – it might ruin his chances… hmmm… And I suppose it would be less embarrassing if I slept in Caska's tent – but I, um, don't think she likes me all that much…"
Not fully following Sylvia's twisting line of reasoning, an idea nonetheless dawned upon Griffith. Here was an opportunity not to be missed in binding Sylvia to himself.
"Oh no, Lady Sylvia, I will have none of that. It was my responsibility to make sure you got proper lodgings, so it is my responsibility to put things right again. You will of course sleep in my tent."
"Oh, okay… if that's not a problem for you."
He gave her a charming smile.
"No problem at all, I assure you." A faint shuffling and murmur of disappointment and jealousy issued from the men in the background, but with a quick gesture from Griffith they began to disperse. "You will take my bed, and I shall require a bedroll from the supply wagon…"
"Oh, don't be silly, I won't keep you from your own bed. I don't take up much space."
Griffith hesitated. Had he really comprehended that right?
"Sorry, what?"
"Yeah, we'll just sleep feet-to-feet – unless your bed is, like, really, really small, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Uhh… now…" Griffith was struggling with himself. He knew what he was supposed to be thinking, but it wasn't at all what was going through his mind. For once in his life, he was having trouble finding the right words, and that was an almost frightening experience.
This woman…! he thought. She never does what one expects her to do! She's… remarkable!
He hid his confusion with a subtle cough. "…That would really not be appropriate, I'm afraid."
"Ooh… I see. You humans have such weird rules, sometimes, y'know. Well, then you take your bed and I'll sleep on the floor, no problem."
She jumped up and brushed herself off, and Griffith quickly found his charming smile again.
"Absolutely not, my Lady, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let such a delicate creature sleep on the hard ground? Why, I would not get a wink of sleep."
She gave him a strange glance, then rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, all right. 'When in, do as.' Fine, I'll take your silly bed." As he offered her his arm, to escort her to the tent, she gave him another sideways glance and added wryly: "Though, you're probably a lot more 'delicate' than I. You know that, right?"
He smiled. "Well… I believe I'm coming to that understanding, yes."
Griffith held the tent flap open for Sylvia and then followed her in. Some considerate subordinate had lighted a single lamp, and it provided sufficient light to illuminate the sparse interiors of his tent.
He swept his hand around to encompass it all. "I hope you will be comfortable here, Lady Sylvia. Tomorrow, we will make arrangements to give you your own tent, but for tonight, this will hopefully do…"
"I get my own tent?" She gave him a very sparkly smile that sent pleasurable shivers down his spine, and took him briefly by the hand. "You're so nice! Thank you! But yeah, this is just fine for tonight."
Then, to his great surprise and shock, she pulled her top off as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do, and started working on the bindings of her trousers. Griffith stood shell-shocked for a few moments, completely taken aback and stunned by her perfect beauty, until his sense of ethics finally kicked in and he hurriedly turned away, out of the tent.
This woman really did nothing the way one expected her to. And his face felt oddly warm.
Feeling unpleasantly and uncharacteristically uncertain on himself and just about everything else, Griffith didn't return to his tent until well after Sylvia had settled down and fallen asleep.
To be continued…
Pearlyblue: I am a little disappointed, actually… not that we have any right to be disappointed in our reviewers, after being gone for so long, ourselves, but…
Ladybug: What is Pearl disappointed at?
Wakko: My guess? Not enough sex.
Pearlyblue: Ack! But… NO! Wakko! That's not it at all! I meant that I'm disappointed that nobody cared to answer our poll-question-thing. Y'know, about who they thought Sylvia should end up with, in the end.
Wakko: but… that doesn't matter. We already know…
Pearlyblue: Yes. I know. I know. It just would have been interesting to hear their thoughts, is all. Anyway, let's get on to the Reviewer Responses.
Ladybug: Yaaay! magical-flyingdragon! waves Hiiiii!! Sorry it took so long! We're continuing now. Please keep reading! looks furtively left and right Psst… can Ladybug ride on that flying dragon someday? Pleeeeeeeease?
Wakko: Vitellio-
Ladybug: Ooh, what's this? grabs the books Vitellio handed over The bookies? Ooh!
Pearlyblue: Oh no! quick, get them away from her…!
Wakko: catches Pearl and holds her back Take it easy, girl…
Pearlyblue: No! I won't let her be corrupted! We need her like this! I don't want to drown in her tears!
Wakko: Calm down. No worries. Just let her open the first book and get to the first page, and you'll see.
Ladybug: hum de dum dee dum… EEEEEK!!! ICKYICKYICKYICKY! throws books away and begins running around in the background ICKYICKYICKYICKYICKY…!!
Wakko: See? She's immune to corruption, that one. Believe you me, I've tried and tried and tr- eh… grins at glowering Pearlyblue, trying to look innocent Not like that, of course… I was just kidding… cough
Pearlyblue: Mm-hmmm… slowly turns back to the reviews Jaded Soul2… thank you very much for appreciating the finer points of our parody. We hope you keep reading and enjoying!
Wakko: Thunder Mistress, our old pal. Dude, I have one good advice for you: Get over him. He's not good for you. I'm the only one who can handle him- Er, I mean, just let the man go, he's not worth it.
Ladybug: in the background…ICKYICKYICKYICKYICKY…!!
Pearlyblue: Er, yeah. clears throat Merit Somnia. Thank you. You will find out soon enough. I hope you liked this chapter! grins
Wakko: stuffing ears with cotton Drachen: Grand! Great! Just what we were hoping for! Pull them in by the humour, keep 'em in with the story! coughOr sexcough Hope we can keep your interest!
Ladybug: ICKYICKYICKYICKY!! stops, stares angrily at the evil Berserk manga YAR! LADYBUG SPARKLE!! poses, waving arms around until she releases her energy in a pink lightbeam surrounded by red hearts and yellow ladybugs. The Berserk manga promptly transforms into 25 copies of "My Little Pony" comics. There. straightens out her hair and dress Now… Mr Crimson King, Sir! Are you really a king? Thank you for saying such nice things about us! I always wanted to meet a king! Do you have a sparkly crown and everything?
Wakko: hisses at Ladybug I HATE it when she does that! Argh! hides on the other side of Pearlyblue Where's my whip?!
Pearlyblue: Oh, hush, you. Kemurikat! We are very sorry that we made it seem like we had abandoned the story! We haven't, we promise. And we won't. Please keep reading and reviewing!
Wakko: Last but not least, Portia6. Thank you for reviewing. As you can see, we heeded your desperate plea for a continuation. Aren't we heroes? Now just let me sweep you off your feet and whispers some nasty things
Pearlyblue: Sweatdrops WAKKO!!! Stop harassing the reviewers!
Wakko: HITTING on! Not HARASSING: HITTING on! There's a big difference! I'm just hitting on him… her… it… whatever!
Pearlyblue: Well, STOP IT!
bickering fades off into the background
Ladybug: humming to self Pink, pink, pink, pink, is my favourite crayon… something, something, pink…
