Chapter 10: Rubix Solved

I'm back! I just didn't have any story ideas for awhile, and I had like a month or so of writer's block on this story, so I just haven't written. I've been working on making Super Smash Bros., Melee comics instead. If anyone wants to discuss the immorality of "Zero Suit Samus" in the new SSB, I'm all, uh… eyes. You can't really get good results from listening to an e-mail. So my optical nerves are ready! XD

Oh, and I have a large collection of new smileys that I might be using in some of these little notes.

So, since you've waited long enough…

The worst part, Sasha though at dinner (Milla had learnt not to disturb him when he was that deep in thought) was that he had always been able to solve rubix cubes ever since he had begun organizing his mind as a cube. It was exasperating because that was the thing that he was really good at. Other psychics could shoot, and organize their minds, but he was the best at rubix, even though he didn't cheat like everyone else did (one of the many uses of Clairvoyance). The smaller blocks had always just made sense, but now… was it because he had spread out his cube? Had marrying Milla really been the wrong thing to do? It had seemed right then, but…

Milla, of course, was honest about cheating. She didn't even use Telekinesis to hold up the pieces.

Eventually, of course, when she was halfway done with her dinner, Milla put her hand on Sasha's shoulder.

"Sasha, darling, a little puzzle-cube means nothing. Have some food, and we'll watch a movie, and go to sleep, and you'll feel better in the morning. Just forget about it for now. You'll get the hang of it again. You've just made a lot of changes in your life, and you just need some time to get used to it. It's like… a sunburn. It hurts for awhile, then it all peels off and the dead skin is darker and can't be damaged as easily. You just need your mind to adjust, and shuffle itself around until it's in the right order, then it won't happen as easily in the future and you'll be fine."

"…And you're sure you never got a degree in psychology?"

"Darling, if I had, I wouldn't be comparing your mind to a sunburn."

That made sense.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I'm just good at working with people. It actually keeps the camp from needing a certified therapist. The kids have told me that they trust me more than anyone else. And I feel good because I'm helping them."

"Oh. That makes sense."

Milla smiled, that smile that meant she was up to something. He accepted that she was trying to divert his mind from the evil little 27-part (26 outer pieces, one center piece) cube. He was actually kind of glad that she was. Maybe she was even right. Maybe one day he'd wake up and he'd be good at doing rubix cubes again.

Maybe, but not probably.

For now, it felt good to try to forget the whole thing.

They had dinner, then had some popcorn (they each got a whole bag because they both liked different kinds) and watched Lord of the Beans, which Milla had bought for herself. Sasha had to admit that it actually was pretty funny. They had just gotten to the part after everyone except for Toto meets the dude who sings the song about his umbrella, when Milla paused the film and called out, "Okay! Time to get fuzzy blankets, baby!"

She ran to their room to get the "fleece" blanket (the kind that's popular now, only she'd used 2 pieces and cut/knotted the edges herself) that she'd been using for the past few weeks to stay warm at night. She came back, stopped nest to Sasha, threw the blanket over them both, then pressed "play" on the VCR via telekinesis, then she cuddled next to Sasha. He put one of his arms around her and smiled a small smile at her. Meanwhile, all of the 3D vegetables on the screen were going to the Red Gate into the Land of Woe, under the advice of a singing scallion with an umbrella.

Yes, that's actually a part of the movie. My sister got the DVD as an Easter present from her friend.

Later, they started sort of doing their own stuff. Milla was knitting some of her little multicolored squares, and Sasha was absently fiddling with a rubix cube. Right when Ahem was talking about going into a sugar coma (you kind of have to watch the movie) he noticed something.

The rubix was solved.

"Ich hab es getan!"

"Sasha, darling, what does that mean? Say it in a language we both understand."

She paused the DVD.

"I've done it, Milla! I've solved the rubix cube! You were right!"

"With these things, Sasha, I usually am. I'm not as good at math and science as you, darling, but I'm much better than you at most videogames, and I understand people. But I actually was wrong, darling. I thought you were going to get it in the morning." She kissed him on the cheek.

He hugged her.

Milla just cuddled up and smiled. All was right in her world: she was okay, Sasha was happy, and they were together.

Okay, since I know that I'm never going to write another chapter (way too hard to get new ideas) I just decided to end it. Ten chapters is more than enough. And I took the German part from Zig, ch. 3. It means, "I've done it!" My mom translated the original for me. And I'm the one who's cut/knotted a whole bunch of those blankets, and I'm knitting the squares with many, many threads. It's called "intarsia," and it would take way too long to explain to people who couldn't care less.

And so the story ends. I think it was good. They're both happy, Sasha's mind works right again, and they're married to and partnered with each other.

Doesn't Sasha seem like someone who would be really good at rubix cubes though?