I've noticed that I often go on hiatus right after or right before the fourth chapter of a story. Plus I'm on hiatus for Charappoko right now. Damn eighth chapter. Damn writer's block. Damn you, Gundam! Why don't you stand your pride? Or something like it. I got that from an interesting poem my brother wrote. Me and my brother and my sister's boyfriend are Gundam fanatics. Well, my sister's boyfriend isn't really a fanatic but he and my brother were the only ones at the family reunion who understood what I was talking about when I read bits of the first two chapters of this story at the talent show. I think I'm going to get along well with him! I knew I shouldn't have made that pink lemonade. I don't really like it. -snaps fingers- Damn pink lemonade. One of the few pink things that I hate. The other thing is dresses.
Kazumi: gundamgirl57 bribed me into being muse assistant for this chapter. When do I get my money? And when will you stop being stupid? Your random outbursts of fandom and character bashing is getting annoying. And embarrassing. And it hurts my head.
Me: As soon as I get a review for your story. Be patient. -pats Kazumi's head-
Kazumi: Which will only be fifteen years after never. I'll bet Ryoko is also getting upset. Her story is basically untouched.
Me: Enough babble! We've got a story to continue with!
Chapter 4: I Hate You
So the gang has split up after wallowing in their misery for an hour at the park. Even Timmy was something of miserable. That's something...
"Why didn't you take the chance to kill Dearka?" Cagalli asked as the quartet walked through the front door of the Yamato residence. "You we're complaining so much about killing him."
Hikaru shook her head as she responded, "The punk ran away before I could get him. But no worries. He don't know I got throwing knives in my suitcase for such occasions. Snicker, snicker." (A/N: Hikaru said the actual word 'snicker'. Just thought I'd appoint that.)
"What's this about throwing knives?" a woman of thirty-something sitting on the couch inquired. The woman was Kira and Cagalli's mother.
Hikaru, Cagalli, and Kira, especially Cagalli and Hikaru, froze. The woman wasn't home earlier to greet Hikaru to this new and interesting country. So why the hell in the name of the Emperor of Japan and Utada Hikaru was she here now? Wait. It was now about 11:45. That's why...
"Nothing, mom," Cagalli blurted to save her cousin. "We were just joking, isn't that right, Hikaru?"
"Why are you soaked to the skin? And who's that little boy? More importantly, where have you been this whole time?" These questions and many more came from Mrs. Yamato's mouth.
Timmy walked over to the middle-aged woman, leaving a trail of dirty river water and soggy feathers, and said, "My name is Timmy! My specialties are eating, running, and singing the Banana Boat Song! That's my mommy over there." He pointed at Cagalli and smiled cutely.
Silence. Nothing but silence. Not even Hikaru could manage to say 'snicker, snicker'. And Mrs. Yamato looked like she was about to faint. This little piggy was frightening.
Cagalli broke the silence by saying, "About that, we're not the people you want to ask about that. We don't know exactly who Timmy is or why he's calling me 'Mommy'. And where we've been and why we're wet, we took Hikaru for a tour around the city and we crashed into the river. And we ran into Timmy at the airport."
"But, Cagalli, you don't drive," Mrs. Yamato pointed out.
"I know," Cagalli responded. "But we didn't do the actual crashing. There was a little go-kart incident we got tangled up in." It was Cagalli's turn to smile cutely. Maybe Timmy is related to her, but nobody knows...
While giving the peace sign. She really knows how to smooth things over, don't she? So all poor Mrs. Yamato could do was watch as the quartet march upstairs to get out of those wet clothes, and to find some that Timmy could borrow.
The Next Day...
The gang is back at the little heated table, bored out of their wits. After last night they had no wish to leave the house whatsoever. And since I need something to say, I'll recite these obvious reasons. Number one, they didn't want to end up in that death maze. Number two, Timmy would more than likely head straight back to that IHOP. Number three, they'd have to lock Hikaru in either a penetentionary or a mental institution. And yes, there is a difference. A penetentionary is a prison. Not a mental health facility.
Kira tried to strike up conversation by saying, "I'm surprised that Timmy's parents haven't tried to find him yet."
No one payed attention to him. Cagalli was half asleep and she and Hikaru were playing some kind of card game with Timmy.
"You play a mean game. I open with twenty bucks." Hikaru placed a twenty dollar bill at the center of the table.
Cagalli called it, putting a couple of tens down.
Timmy asked, "Does anyone have any twos?"
Hikaru then put down an eight of hearts saying, "Spades."
Timmy put down a two of spades and said, "Mommy, you have to draw two cards."
Cagalli placed another two and said, "Hikaru draws four."
Hikaru picked up her four cards, muttering swears under her breath, laid down a two and said, "Timmy, you draw six and I'll throw in ducky pajamas."
Kira sweatdropped. This was the oddest game of cards he'd ever seen. It looked like a cross between poker, go fish, and crazy eights. Very crazy crazy eights. The fun kind.
"What the heck are you three playing?" Kira asked.
"Well, all of us are playing Crazy Eights, Cagalli and me are playing poker, and I'm playing Go Fish with Timmy." Hikaru gave him the peace sign.
"O-kay." Couldn't have said it better myself.
And then, the doorbell rang. But it wasn't just any visitor ringing it. This visitor was more evil than Director Azrael. And we all know how twisted he is. She's probably the only one in this story that could instill pure terror in Cagalli and Hikaru. She was the one, the only, the most demented woman on the planet-
"WE GET IT ALREADY!" the rest of the world shouted.
My bad. For those who are slower than my nephew, I mean Flay Allster. And she was mad.
"KIRA YAMATO, YOU'D BETTER OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Gee, what a way to greet a person.
Kira's face went white. If anyone was more frightening than his eighth grade math teacher it was Flay.
"Quick! Everyone hide!" Kira shouted as he tried to shepherd his family and surrogate nephew up the stairs and into the attic.
But it was too little too late. Flay had knocked the door off it's hinges. And her eyes were red. I mean both the irises were red and the rest of her eyes were bloodshot from crying for three days straight. And then her face went redder than a fire engine when she saw Hikaru. That nearly killed her.
"Well, it seems you've found a new girlfriend rather quickly! Was it sheer luck or did you have your eye on her the whole time?" Flay pointed at Hikaru while tapping her foot.
So Hikaru responded without missing a beat:
"I am Kira Yamato's cousin. I came in from Japan yesterday. Get it. Got it. Good."
Silence. That sound effect for silence that you see in manga and in the old Dragonball cartoons appeared at the top of the screen as Flay's face went even redder.
"Cagalli, I have found another person to put on my kill list and I was wondering if you could assist me in carrying outthis mission that I have moved to the top of my priority list," Hikaru said, not taking her eyes off of Flay. That's what happens when Hikaru gets miffed.
Cagalli eyed Flay the same way Hikaru did and said, "Yeah. I'll help."
Me: Chapter 4 for ya! Sorry about the long wait. I didn't know what to do for this chapter.
Kazumi: Why do I have to be here?
Me: Because Ryoko asked me not to make you muse for her story and it's not really a good idea to have a muse for Careless Whisper and Charappoko has Hikaru for a muse and you're in both Charappoko and Tokyo Bella Notte.
Kazumi: Oh. When do I get my money now?
Me: Wait and see. Damn! I always end up saying that! And it just had to be the title of one of my favorite songs! Stupid pink lemonade. Why am I so tired? I've only been up seven hours and a fraction.
Kazumi: -rolls eyes- Anyway, just leave a review after reading the chapter and this nonsense babble. And we kinda need some suggestions. Fan service fics are hard to write. Especially when the authoress is a lazy bum who doesn't wake up by herself until two-thirty in the afternoon and spends her day watching old episodes of Rurouni Kenshin, Gundam Seed, and Rave Master that she's recorded. Even if that were the case it's still hard to write fan service, so send some suggestions and comments.
Me: And we're working out how Hikaru is going to kill Dearka, so be patient. -downs a Mountain Dew-
Kaz: That's going to keep you up all night.
Me: I know. I do most of my work at night. So I need it.
Kaz: Start drinking it in the morning when you wake up come this school year.You'll need it.
Me: Whatever. Just review! Or I just might send Hikaru and my snakes and Flying Monkeys at you! -laughs evilly-
Kaz: She has got to stop looking for wacky T-shirts. Please Review!-grabs me by the collar and disappears in a cloud of smoke-
