I know, I knowwwwwwww. This is wayyyy after the due time. My friend suggested I do something about it, and fast. So to the people who are still reading this fic, keep reading.

Kish: I disagree. There is 45 chance you can ever get out of this, considering the fact that you choose to update what was supposed to be a Christmas story. In two days to Valentine's day?

Cotoprius: Don't put me down. It's possible. And if you keep saying meany stuff to me like that, I'll have to do something horrible to you in the story! ;(

Kish: Like what?

Cotoprius: Oh, you'll see soon enough dear Kish.

Tart: Leave us out of this!

Pai: …

Cotoprius: Don't worry; I won't make it half bad for you.

Pai: ….you overuse italics too much. That's supposed to be of comfort?

Chapter 3: So THAT'S how it works…

Tart was still staring at Kish with his ridiculous white face. He tried to remember when he had ever been caught in a situation similar to this. He couldn't.

He thought of what his punishment would be.

'No breaks from work?'

Since when did Kish control how his hours of the day? He was only a kid!

'Hung from a tree?'

Possibly…

'No dessert?'

He shuddered to think of that.

'…Hang out with those…creepy…deranged ladies at the clinic…?'

Oh… why did he have to speak of Kish behind his back? Practically shouting in fact!

He was talking so furiously to himself that he didn't realize on the outside, the eyes on his face were looking incredibly huge. Not to mention he seemed as if he would pass out. He was unaware that someone repeatedly was calling out his name.

Kish' Pov

What is wrong with him? Jeez, he looks like he's seem a ghost. Do I have something on my face?

I should get his attention.

"Tart."

Seems like I'm not getting through.

"Hey Tart!"

There he goes again, with those bugged out eyes where you can practically see the whites. Has he been sniffing perfume again? Louder, I guess.

"TART!"

This is bad. Incredibly bad. If those eyes get any bigger, he's gonna need medical treatment…argh…he looks like he's gonna pass out. I should help him.

So I put my hands on his shoulders and rock him back and forth faster and faster saying

"YOU ALIVE?"

Good. I seem to be getting response.

He responds with putting his hands up in front of him in a defensive position and screams in my face.

"DON'T KILL MEEEE!"

Since when did he ever scream?

I jump back quickly from him and face him. Did I give him that much of a scare?

"Kill you?" I stare at him confused. "Over what?"

He looks somewhat calmed.

"You mean you won't?"

"You could at least tell me what its about first."

He hesitated. I looked back at him and tried my best to seem as if I wasn't on the brink of killing anyone. Yet.

He finally relented and handed me a piece of scratched notebook paper. I turned it around. My mind must have gone splat when I read that cursed title. The paper proudly shown in all its glory, read,

"To my Love."

'He found it? Since when is he supposed to be searching my desk? MY desk. Oh… that right. I left it in clear view on the table. …Stupid. What is HE gonna think? What is Deep Blue gonna think? Time for some serious, frantic thinking.'

Back to third person.

The younger alien glanced from the older one behind the note, and from the walls that surrounded them. Tart was constantly thinking whether he should wait, or bolt.

It didn't matter now. Kish had put down the note.

'Is he angry?'

Kish didn't look that stern. In fact he was actually getting that grin on his face that others would refer to as "creepy."

"So." Kish absentmindedly twirled his hair. "You found it."

"Yes."

"And I'm assuming you were scared because…?"

Tart looked straight ahead.

"I wasn't scared."

Kish broke out into a fit of laughter.

"You're telling me? After your eyes grew twice the size of Masha? After-"

He simply couldn't go on. It was too idiotic.

"Well," Tart looked angrily upon the laughing peep on the floor. "YOU'RE the one in love with a mew."

Kish didn't look the least bit shaken. He wiped a tear from his eye before he continued.

"Poor Tart. You are sooo misunderstood." He began to coo in a very un-Kish-like voice.

"So that's it?"

Kish nodded.

"All you have to do is give a note to a person and they will…?"

"Yup."

"In that case." Tart got out a piece of paper. "Could you help me write one?"

Kish couldn't find anything wrong with that.

"Sure, and don't forget the other thing."

"The one about buying them gifts and stuff?"

"Yeah, that's important in order for it to work. Since it's a Hol-iday, it's a special time of year that is the best time to do that. Now, here's what-"

A loud crash was heard somewhere near. Both cyniclons turned round and jumped.

"What's happened down there? You idiots better not be making a mess." Pai's voice came floating down the hall.

Neither of them responded. They were too busy looking at the monstrosity in front of them.

Pai finally showed up and looked as if he were about to say something, but stopped when he saw neither of his companions moving. He followed their gaze to a pile of rubble. That pile of rubble had something rising out of it. It looked quite monstrous. A monstrous, pink thing rising out of the garbage. Now that is pretty creepy.

The three aliens were silent with a slight sweat drop growing from the top of their heads to the size of their face.

Then, the monstrous, pink thing popped out.

Pai…

Tart: (scared) What is THAT.

Kish: I still don't see how February fits in with any of this.

Cotoprius: Hold it, okie? It'll come, I swear. That chapter was longer than I had intended it to be. Phew, this is the first time I've wrote two chapters in a day.

Now the question is, what is the pink thing?