Disclaimer: All of the Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi characters belong to Cartoon Network. Any characters you've never heard of belong to me.
Author's Note: Just so you know,this fic uses the animated versions of Ami and Yumi,not the actual people. I repeat,THE ANIMATED VERSIONS.
Luminous-Kyo: That's a great idea! I'd love to see this as a comic! Are there any websites you could post it on?
To the rest of my reviewers: Domo Arigato!
CHAPTER EIGHT:
In a seedy cafe not far from the campsite,The Demon Boys sat at a table. Seigei,their leader,wore a green scarf around his neck. His companions Kogo and Shunani both wore baseball caps; Kogo's was red and Shunani's was blue.
Back in Kindergarten,not only did they pick on Yumi in class,at recess,they would chase her away if they saw her coming. They absolutely despised her...and Seicha,since she protected Yumi from them,ruining all the ''fun.''
They knew that Yumi was famous now,but they didn't know that Seicha had moved. When they saw the tour bus, they assumed Seicha was there with Ami and Yumi. So,they decided to go after it,for they still held a grudge with Yumi and Seicha. They had hoped to find them and get their revenge.
Their first attempt failed,so now the three of them had to resort to Plan B...but just what was Plan B going to be?
While they were thinking it over,somebody entered the cafe. It was Ami. She sat down at a table across from theirs. Kogo noticed her.
''Pssst...'' He whispered to Seigei. ''Yumi's buddy's here.''
Kogo looked and saw that he was right. He looked at Ami,then thought about how badly he and his companions needed a new plan.
And then he got an idea.
''Listen,guys...'' He whispered to Kogo and Shunani. ''I have a plan to put 'Seicha's little pet' in her place.''
Meanwhile,Ami noticed them. I wonder what they're discussing,she thought. Ahhh,it's nothing important. She looked at her watch. It's getting late...I'd better get back to the bus. She left the cafe.
The Demon Boys watched her leave,and then they all snickered evily.
''All right.'' Seigei said. ''We begin tommorow.''
A/N: I will allow constuctive criticism,but flame me and you're as dead as a doorknob.