A/n: Thank you, reviewers! (bows)
To Creature of Habit: My my, thank you for saying my English isn't that bad and that I'm talented! I sure like that (who wouldn't like that, lol)! Your story rocks my socks too, really! I can't believe I actually think your story rules…I mean, you're like a rival, you don't support my couple…BUT YA FREAKIN' RULE! Have to watch ya!
To dArkliTe-sPirit: …soooo, you're becoming afraid, right? Lol! Well, you shouldn't. Believe me, it's all gonna be okay…I think, mhuhahahaha. And sorry if I wrote anything wrong. I'm Dutch, so…not English. Give me a chance, okay? I'll try to become better:3
To Spiritual Magic: Hey, I'm glad you've noticed my new story! I sure hope you like it! I still like yours very much, with your weird sense of humor-style… So update again, girl! You're good!
Anti Cosmo slammed open the door of his house and raced in, breathing heavily.
'Easy, old chap…calm down…nothing to be mad of…' he gasped to himself. Okay, he HAD an awful life, and okay, he WAS trapped in the Anti Fairyworld, but hey, many people were trapped! Yeah!
That seemed to help. Anti Cosmo took a deep breath, and went into the living room. Everything was silent and peaceful…everything also was a big mess because Anti Wanda lived here too, and the television was on. That would explain those high bills. Stupid Anti Wanda…never put anything off…
He almost got another fury attack, but he managed to avoid the television by looking the other way. Better. 'Calm down,' he thought, 'just calm down…think of all those other people/fairies/Anti fairies/Pixies that also somehow were stuck…'
'…and now, we go back to The National Year of Freedom!' the guy on the television suddenly chirped, '…with today…1989! The releasing of the residents of the German DDR!'
WHAT? That's it! That was the last straw!
He slowly became red, picked up his giant, brand-new surround system with extra large screen, and…
SMACKED THE WHOLE BUSINESS WITH A LOUD BANG RIGHT ON THE FLOOR! That was one! Now, where was that radio he once got from his mother…THERE it was! NOW LET'S WHACK IT INTO PIECES! BOOM! JUSTICE AT LAST! The freaking thing was crap anyway!
Meanwhile, Anti Wanda was really busy with lifesaving things, like trying to think of a solution to get world peace. No, just kidding. She was busy with counting all of her birthmarks on her tummy. Not as easy as it might seems to be…
When she heard Anti Cosmo freaking out in their house and saw how he was throwing all kinds of thing in their garden, she flew up. Hey, that was her television! What was he doing in there! Quickly she got inside of her house.
Once she got inside, she saw her husband was throwing all their expensive vases against the wall, shattering them in millions of pieces. He looked really mad, really frustrated, like he wanted to destroy the whole house, just everything he could think of!
And he kept shouting things like 'I HATE IT! I HATE IT ALL! DESTROY! I HAVE FURY!'
...now Anti Wanda was quite stupid, but even she knew this wasn't so good. Nope. It was pretty disturbing, she thought. On moments like these, she could better quietly go upstairs and wait until he was finished. But Anti Wanda was not smart enough to do that.
...besides, he wanted to waste her mirror of gold! NOBODY EXCEPT SHE WAS ALLOWED TO DO THAT!
She frowned. Mad or not so mad, he should better stay away from her mirror! She had promised her grandmother to not-break it (before the old lady disappeared and last was been seen in a taco bar, dancing in a thong), and she would keep her promise!
Anti Wanda grabbed Anti Cosmo tight with both her arms, before he could break the beautiful mirror with an enormous hammer: 'Hey, quit it out, ya hothead!' she nagged, pulling him away from her mirror.
Anti Cosmo protested heavily, trying to push her away and waved wildly with his arms, obviously furious. 'Go away! Let me go, you twit! That mirror is a dead mirror!' he shouted constantly.
Anti Wanda HAD it! 'HEY, listen, ya big piece of...poop! If ya have the GUTS to destroy my grandma's pretty mirror thing, I'm gonna kick ya between yer legs, OKAY?'
Anti Cosmo stopped struggling, and glared at her for a short minute before hissing: '...you wouldn't DARE!...'
Anti Wanda grinned playfully. '...wanna bet?...'
He sighted, and tore himself loose from her arms. '...just go away, Anti Wanda! Don't bother me! You don't get it anyway, you freak! Get lost!'
She stared at him. 'Ya okay? Yer kinda red, y'know. Ya should keep yer trap shut more often, you big crybaby.'
WHAT THE HECK!
'...are YOU calling ME a crybaby!' Anti Cosmo stammered bewildered, and looked like he was going to explode, '...oooh, you are SO on thin ice, lady!'
Anti Wanda rolled her eyes. Yeah, like she was scared of him! She has been living with him for 10.000 years! Come on, he couldn't scare her anymore. Unless he started singing under the shower again, like he did last week. Brrr...
She ignored his rage, and calmly pushed him to the side of the room that had been spared for Anti Cosmo's fury. Without saying anything, she softly planted him on the nice and only sofa left in the room, and flopped next to him.
Anti Cosmo was too overwhelmed to say or shout or yell anything about his wife's weird action, and just gazed to an invisible point in front of him.
You know, this wasn't really rare. Anti Cosmo freaked out pretty much, and then she just threw him on the bank, sat next to him and forced him to tell her what the hell had been terrible this day. Odd. Very odd. He actually listened then (!), and decently talked about his frustrations and sorrows and pain...
...before finding out she wasn't really listening anyway.
'Come on hon, what's going on! Tell me why ya've been trying to blow up our house!' Anti Wanda asked, very businesslike. He raised an eyebrow. '...I'm just destroying our furniture, you idiot! YOU are already trying to blow up the house since you've met me!'
Well, that would make sense!
'Ya now what I mean!' Anti Wanda put her hands on her hips, '...come on, blurt it out! What's wrong with ya?'
He looked at her, annoyed. 'With me? Nothing's wrong with me, Anti Wanda... there's something wrong with YOU!'
Anti Wanda didn't pay any attention, and giggled as the telephone on the ceiling suddenly crashed down. '...oops, I better use some glue instead of butter, next time...'
WHAT THE HECK –again-!
Anti Cosmo stared at the butter and telephone, then at Anti Wanda. He squeezed his eyes to tiny chinks, before grabbing her on her shirt and pulling her really close. Demanding/forcing her to look into his eyes.
'Ya have got really handsome eyes, y'know that?' Anti Wanda smiled, giggling.
…he decided to ignore that. 'Listen carefully, you rattlebrain! Just tell me ONE little thing…' he wheezed a bit, before continuing. 'WHY do you ALLOW me to cheat on you! Don't you feel bad about that? Do you even know I'm sleeping with another girl? Do you CARE? Why don't you leave me! Hit the road, or something! Or else chuck ME out, whatever you want, but why on Earth would you stay longer with me! THAT'S what's on my mind! THAT'S what's wrong!'
Anti Wanda looked friendly at him, without blinking her eyes. She didn't move a muscle; she just kept on watching him carefully.
'…what are you looking at!' he asked confused, blinking quickly.
'HAH! I've won! Ya blinked! Hyuk! YAY FOR MEH!' his wife cheered happily. She wanted to do her scary "I-am-tha-champion'-dance, but Anti Cosmo still hold on to her firmly.
'You can dance in your own time. Confess!…' he sniffed, '…why are you staying with me! I'm a bad husband, and you know that! So what's the matter! Doesn't your tiny brain get the message!'
Anti Wanda frowned. Finally, she had heard what he actually was asking her. She thought about it for a while, before laughing playfully:'…why I'm staying with ya?...'
'YES! YES!' He shook her back and forth, nodding hysterical, '…that's right! I treat you like garbage, I'm mean towards you, I dislike you, and yet…you're staying! WHY, for God's Sake!'
Anti Wanda seemed to lose interest in his question, but thanks to Anti Cosmo's wild shaking, she didn't. Finally, she smiled a bit.
'…I'm staying with ya…because ya need me!'
Afterwards, she blushed and began to stare at his forehead, grinning broadly.
Anti Cosmo once again was perplexed. WHAT did she say? HE needed HER? Poppycock! Bullshit! Impossible! If she had said SHE needed HIM, okay, that would make any sense; he could live with that thought…but he needing her? Laughable!
'…ya have a nice birthmark on yer head, hon!' Anti Wanda tittered suddenly, and pressed her finger against his forehead, '…right…there!'
She pushed painfully hard, so Anti Cosmo grabbed her wrists, clinching them into his hands. '…I, needing YOU? Why would I need YOU, you dolt! You are nowhere without me! I can't see the point! And stay away of my mark!'
She saw he was piercing his eyes into hers, but still smiled joyfully. '..oh, I dun't know why, hon…That's just the way I feel!...'
Anti Cosmo groaned, and let go of her. He gave up. She won. He would never have enough energy to understand his dimwitted wife and her lovely little world…
'Wanna see my neatest birthmark?' Anti Wanda asked him excitedly, 'it's on the top of my nose! Check it out!'
Well, why wouldn't he. He didn't had the power left to say no, so he gazed at her nose, trying to look bored. Yes, there really was one tiny mark on her nose. But it was very small, and Anti Wanda's big, pink eyes caught his full attention, instead of her stupid birthmark.
They were absolutely fabulous, he couldn't deny that.
'Neat, huh!' he heard Anti Wanda say. She sounded quite proud. He couldn't help but nod, and looking at her uneasily.
'…yes…very neat indeed…'
Anti Wanda looked satisfied. '…I knew ya would like it!' Then she suddenly climbed on top of his lap, like it was the most normal action on the world. Anti Cosmo however didn't quite agree with her decision to flop on top of him.
'Get off me!' Anti Cosmo complained immediately, desperately trying to push her off his lap, looking furiously at her. Anti Wanda shook her head. '…nope. Ya've got MORE troubles, hon! I can tell by looking at yer face!'
'The only problem I have is sitting on my lap right now!' Anti Cosmo barked growling.
'…dun't lie to me, hon. Ya've got more sorrows…' Anti Wanda began to draw invisible butterflies in the air, smiling stupidly, '…I'm yer wife, remember? I can see yer havin' a bad day again. Can't help it. Wanna let me draw a butterfly for ya? Or do ya like a bee more?'
Anti Cosmo opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, and at last closed it again. He was pretty surprised! He…never knew Anti Wanda could feel when there was more on his mind than he wanted to say… that meant that she wasn't a full hundred percent imbecile…how weird!
'So…another butterfly for me…and a nice bee for you, hon! Wanna name it? My butterfly is called…Martha!' She giggled softly, waving her finger in the air rapidly.
'Well…um…' Anti Cosmo scratched the back of his head. Anti Wanda heard he was hesitating a bit, and turned to him. Anti Cosmo bit on his lower lip. '…to be honest…I actually indeed have more problems, Anti Wanda…'
She blinked with her eyes, surprised. Wow, that was one of the rare moments he said her name, and even said it with a friendly voice! 'Tell me!' she warbled, staring hopefully at her husband.
'…first, just give me a good reason why.' Anti Cosmo said businesslike, 'because you NEVER EVER listen to me, no matter what I say! I don't think you can…'
'Oh yes, I can!' Anti Wanda nodded immediately, and forgot her imaging butterflies and bees, '…I promise I won't be a pest if ya tell me yer doubts! And I'll listen carefully! And I won't start talking to myself! And I won't dance the limbo with yer floss thingies anymore!'
Anti Cosmo raised an eyebrow. '…you think you can handle that?'
Anti Wanda smiled, staring at him like he was some sort of abstract piece of art, to which you had to gaze until you understood the meaning of it.
'…I think I can trust you, then…' Anti Cosmo sighted deeply, '…you want to hear everything?...'
'Every word, hon! Throw it out!' Anti Wanda grinned. She roughly messed up his hair, giggling playfully, '…now say it!'
Anti Cosmo felt he wanted to smile friendly to her, kind of showing her he appreciated her interest in him… but he quickly pushed that chuckle away. Not even a tiny grin she would see. No way was he going to show Anti Wanda how he felt towards her. She would never know, because he would never tell!
…but he DID tell his wife about his sorrows, problems, thoughts and other things that made him feel weird. And she listened. Most of the time.
A/n: And again I'm hoping you liked it! Well, that's all for this time! From now on, I'm going to try to update every weekend, because I'm really busy with school, these days… Okay, until next time, then! Yay!