Thank you AnimeGirl4Ever, Redder45, enarmonios,and kimmikocutey!
No pressure to make this episode a great one :P
So…this chapter became way larger than I thought it would. Whoops. Plus, school started.
So, I decided to split it into two parts.
Thank you for being patient! I hope you all enjoy :D
Episode 05: |Fable Fame! A PreCure Fan Club?!| (Part 1)
Bukku throws on one of Imari's dark purple scarf from her closet and wraps it around his head.
"Okay~buku. So this wizard guy, Kuro-mojo-jojo—"
"—Kuroizado," corrects Imari lying on belly in her bed with her head resting on her elbows and her legs playfully in the air.
"Don't interrupt my storytelling~buku," orders the fairy prince peeking his eyes through the scarf.
Imari giggles. "You look like a cute little ninja."
Bukku snorts. "I'm trying to get into character~buku."
"Gotcha," Imari grins. "I'm preparing myself to face the greatest enemy of my life! A ninja-wizard stuffed animal! The horror!"
"Do you want me to tell you the story, or not~buku," huffs Bukku crossing his arms irritatingly.
"Okay, okay," says Imari. "Sorry. Please, precede, Prince Bukku De La Hope Wish Von Dream Star."
"That's more like it~buku," smirks Bukku puffing out his chest proudly.
He covers himself in the purple scarf again. "Where was I~buku? Right~buku! Kuromomo was all, like; 'you guys don't understand!' and my father, the King, was like; 'this dark magic will only lead to destruction'. He exiled Kurow-row-row-your-boat and he was all; 'you'll all see!'—"
"—You are the worst storyteller ever," comments Imari sticking out her tongue. "You're not even trying to say his name properly."
"And you the worst listener, Suzukawa-san," snaps Bukku. "Anyways~buku…Kuroizado unleashed a dark being to—you know—take over the world and junk~buku. So, all we have to do is stop his minions, the Dark Charm Knights, from using their monsters, the Endingu, to make our world fall into despair and misfortune."
"What is up with the Endingu?" asks Imari tipping her head to the side. "I mean, they were evil, but then they helped me and let me using their powers."
Bukku pauses for a moment before answering. "They're called Fairytale Puppets."
"You mean you've seen them before?" blinks Imari.
Bukku nods. "Back in Fanciful Kingdom, they were used by the fairies to help create dreams and the stories that carry hope~buku. Kuroizado must have stolen them when he was banished and the dark being used its dark magic to twist them into Endingu."
"Darn," murmurs Imari speechlessly.
"However~buku," continues Bukku. "It seems when you defeat the Endingu, you purify them and return them to their original forms~buku. Our best bet in defeating the Dark Charm Knights is to defeat all the Fairytale Puppets that they have warped~buku."
"Then what?" questions Imari. "What about defeating Kuroizado?"
The fairy opens his mouth, but no word come out. Imari narrows her eyes in confusion as she sees panic pass across his face. Bukku shakes his head and the emotion on his face was gone.
"Don't worry~buku," Bukku grins self-assuredly. "If Kuroizado ever decided to show up; you can punch him in the face~buku!"
Imari rolls over on her bed. "Do you honestly think one single punch to the face to an all-powerful dark magic wielding wizard will stop him?"
The fairy prince curls his hand up into a brash fist, "Definitely~buku! By the time you need to face Kuroizado, you're skills will be unmatched against his~buku. He'll go crying to his mommy~buku!"
A part of Imari wanted to believe that will all of her heart.
But, does Bukku even believe what he's saying, wonders Imari.
"Imari-chan!" calls her mother. "Hurry up, sweetheart. You're going to be late for school!"
Oh no!
"Let's go, Your Highness!" cries Imari as she grabs the fairy and shows him into her book bag.
"No~buku!" gasps Bukku flailing desperately. "Not the bag~buku! Anything, but the bag~buku!"
"Don't be such a drama prince," grunts Imari. "I cleaned it. I promise. Now just get in!"
"Watch the crown, you idiot~buku!"
Homeroom teacher Michiru-sensei leads the class in morning prayers. As everyone takes their seats, Bukku pops his head out of the book bag.
"You humans are so strange~buku," he whispers to Imari. "You just stood there for, like, a whole minute~buku. Not saying a single word~buku! And what's with the bowing~buku?"
Imari folds her hand on her desk politely to the teacher as she swiftly kicks her bag and the prince lets out a quiet squeak.
"Good morning everyone," Michiru-sensei welcomes with a gentle smile. "It's good to see everyone is on time today…"
"Suzukawa-san, my cape is starting to wrinkle~buku!" complains Bukku. "It's too dark in here~buku. The PreHeartBook is crushing me~buku. I can't breathe~buku. I think I'm dying~buku."
Imari oh-so-casually pushes her pencil off her desk. "Oops." She reaches down for the pencil and quickly opens up her book bag.
"Hello~buku," waves Bukku innocently. "How's it going~buku?"
"Your Highness, please," hushes Imari. "I'm in the middle of class."
"But, I'm so bored~buku," moans Bukku.
"There's a colouring book in there and a half-eaten chocolate bar. Go nuts."
Imari closes her bag shut and flips back properly in her chair straightening her back.
"…We will be rotating cleaning duties today," continues Michiru-sensei. "So if you wish to—!"
"—Class 1-C! I finally found you!"
Each student including Michiru-sensei were taken aback when a girl bursts into the classroom. Imari immediately notes the girl's shoulder-length auburn hair, that curls outwards, a thick magenta headband, and wide dark chocolate brown eyes. Imari can only say one thing.
"So cccuuuttteee!" beams Imari with dazzling eyes.
"Um…" falters Michiru-sensei. "C-can I help you?"
The girl is like a starfish at the door frame. "Hmmmm…"
Her mouth makes a small upside-down V-shape as she thoroughly scans the classroom. "I'm looking for…" draws out the girl as she glances at Michiru-sensei, "…Imari Suzukawa!"
Yū turns behind to her friend. "Imari-chan," she whispers. "What the heck did you do?"
"Nothing!" stammers Imari.
"Then why is our senpai looking for you?" interrogates Yū.
"I have no idea!" cries Imari.
"You do know I can hear you guys, right?"
Imari and Yū turn around to see the girl standing inches away from them.
She smirks. "You need to work on your quiet-voices—but that's not important right now!" She bends her back half down into Yū's face. "Are you Imari Suzukawa?"
Out of the blue, the girl sniffs Yū's face. This causes Yū to, in non-proper terms, get completely weirded-out.
"No! No! No!" gasps Yū wildly shaking her head back and forth while trying to paw the girl away.
Yū suddenly points straight at Imari. "That's Imari Suzukawa," says a flustered Yū. "Her! Her! Her!"
"Yū-chan, you traitor!"
The girl grabs Imari's hands and smiles. "Ciao, Suzukawa-chan! My name is Tsubaki Nīmi!"
"Um…hi?" stumbles Imari.
The girl, Tsubaki, turns to the teacher. "Sorry, Michiru-sensei, but I'm going to kidnap Suzukawa-chan now."
"You're going to what now?" Before Imari could think, the girl grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her out of the desk.
"Come on, let's go," directs Tsubaki clutching her arm.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" whirls a scatterbrained Imari as she desperately clings onto her desk for dear live. "Hold on a sec!"
"No way out, Suzukawa-chan," says Tsubaki as she, somehow, manages to throw Imari over onto her shoulders.
Imari rapidly grabs her book bag with Bukku inside and continues on being flustered as she gets carries right out of homeroom class.
"My hero~buku," cheers Bukku. "Peace out, suckers~buku!"
"Masato-kun!" calls Tsubaki waving.
Imari looks up as the girl races towards a boy who was just leaving a classroom at the end of the hallway. Imari recognized him instantly.
Third-year student of the junior high division and her respected upperclassman. Masato Kashima. Also known as Student Council President.
This deeply confuses Imari.
Why does this girl want to see Kashima-senpai?
Imari could also tell from Masato's expression that he was just as puzzled. And somewhat irritated. Maybe it was because he staring at a student running towards him while fireman carrying another.
"Masato-kun!" cries Tsubaki coming to halt in front of him. "Thank goodness! I thought I might have missed you!"
Masato lets out a short huff. "Nīmi-san, could you please put down the poor student."
"Oh! Right!" gasps Tsubaki like she had literally forgotten all out her captive.
Tsubaki plops Imari to the ground.
Head rush!
Imari staggers around dizzily before given her head a shake.
"Look," Masato sighs shortly. "What do you want, Nīmi-san? I have to get to class and so do you."
"Seriously, Masato-kun," moans Tsubaki. "We've been friends for years! What's with the formality?"
"Nīmi-san," says Masato harshly with narrows eyes.
Tsubaki sighs, "Fine."
The girl slings her arms over Imari's shoulder. "Me and Suzukawa-chan need your thumbs-up to start a club," smiles Tsubaki.
Huh?
"The PreCure Fan Club."
EHHH?!
"PreCure?" echoes Masato. "Wait. You're not talking about—"
"—It's all anyone can talk about!" bursts Tsubaki. "The mysterious blonde girl in pink who saves the junior high student of Minwa Academy from monsters!"
Tsubaki shoves Imari forward. "Suzukawa-chan was the first person ever to actually meet Cure Fable! Right, Suzukawa-chan!"
"U-um…Um-ah-ah…" stutters Imari completely overwhelmed. "I-I guess so…"
"There is no one better to understand how everyone at school feels about Cure Fable!" gleams Tsubaki. "The first to witness Cure Fable's amazing awesomeness!"
Imari tries to hold back from blushing at the girl's barrage of complements.
"Yes," beams Tsubaki. "Suzukawa-chan is, without question, the perfect person help run the club as my right-hand girl; Vice President of the PreCure Fan Club!"
EHHHHH!
"We were hoping you could put in a good word for us," continues Tsubaki. "Give us the 'all-clear' and help set up a free classroom and clubroom advisor."
Tsubaki slaps the Student Council President on the back. "Thanks bud. You're the best—"
"Nīmi-san."
Masato whacks her hand away and glares at her. Clearly irritated.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense today," Masato says coldly.
Tsubaki's eyes widen. "I-it's not nonsense, Masato-kun. I'm being serious! I want to start a club!"
Masato sighs and rubs his left temper irritated. "I could tell you a million things—easy—on how you of all people shouldn't start a club with someone literally dubbed the Club Flunk and what you need before you even think of starting up a club…"
Imari stands there drowning in depression lines.
Kashima-sensei is so harsh, thinks Imari watching the girl get ripped to shreds.
And he knows about my nickname too?!
Masato takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "…But, I'm not going to do that, Nīmi-san. Instead I'll ask you simple question. And, if I find it slightly legitimate; I might consider going the Principal about your club…idea."
"Perfecto!" Tsubaki grins.
Imari's jaw hits the floor in disbelief.
It's like she was deaf though that whole thing!
"What's the question, Masato-kun?" glitters Tsubaki.
She starts thrashing him around excitedly and Imari can't help but let out a giggle watching Masato turn into a powerless ragdoll."Give it to me! Let's have it! Bring on the question!"
"Please don't crush me, Nīmi-san," moans Masato with dizzy eyes.
"Oh! Sorry!" gasps Tsubaki releasing him. "But…question?"
Masato sighs for the fourth or fifth time. "Why do we need a fan club at Minwa Academy?"
Tsubaki's smile vanishes the second the last two word pop out of the Student Council President's mouth.
"W-what?" stammers Tsubaki.
Masato rolls his eyes. "What would this…PreCure Fan Club…be for?"
You could literally see the girl draw a blank.
"To…um…" trails off Tsubaki. "To cheer on Cure Fable!"
Imari blinks at Tsubaki by her surprising answer. Her chest lightened and she could help but crack a smile grin.
That's actually really—
However, Imari's thought was cut short when she read, clear as day, Masato's face. Annoyed…unsatisfied…and a ghost mark of disappointment. Plainly, it wasn't the answer he was looking for.
Masato shakes his head. "We don't need students wasting their time and slacking off from school work to idolize some showboating Powerpuff-Sailor Moon hybrid."
Ouch!
"And I can tell you that the teachers and the Principal will agree. There's just no way, Nīmi-san"
Masato slips past Tsubaki and starts to make his way down the hallway. He takes a moment to politely to acknowledge Imari, "Take care, Suzukawa-kōhai."
Imari anxious bows back. "Y-you too, K-Kashima-senpai."
With that, Masato disappears into his homeroom classroom.
"I'm sorry, Suzukawa-chan," murmurs Tsubaki. "To pull you out of homeroom to do this. You probably think it's stupid too."
"No!" gasps Imari. "I actually want to—!"
Tsubaki suddenly picks Imari up and slings over her shoulder again. "Let's get you back to class."
"No! No! It's okay! I can just walk back!"
"Forgive me for not chasing after you, Imari-chan," says Yū at lunch break. "Michiru-sensei wouldn't let me."
Imari nibbles on her rice, "It's okay, Yū-chan. I absolve you of your guilt."
"If it makes you feel any better, when you left, I cried out a dramatic; 'Imari-chan! NOOOO!'"
Imari grunts a reply as she stirs an egg into her rice.
Yū stuffs a rice cake into her mouth. "Ahkay, whof ih eut?"
"What?"
Yū holds up her pointer finger, One second.
She swallows. "I said 'okay, what is it?'"
"Oh," nods Imari. "I thought you said 'Argh, waffles are eck!'"
"No one would ever say that," laughs Yū. "You can't dis the waffle."
Yū whips her mouth. "But, we're getting off topic. What the heck is going with you? You seem kind of depressed. You better not be going Emo on me, Imari-chan."
Imari shakes her head. "I just feel sorry for, Nīmi-senpai. Kashima-senpai was kind of harsh shooting down her fan club idea."
Imari sighs. "I don't know. I guess I understand how she must be feeling. Trying your hardest at something you feel strongly about, but ending up falling flat on your face and not being taken seriously by anyone."
Like me trying out for club to fit in with everyone.
"Cheer for Cure Fable!"
Imari and Yū snap out of your conversation and look up. To see, the one and only Tsubaki Nīmi. Storm into the cafeteria. Megaphone in hand. A bandana with CF written across the front. And a pink cape with Go! PreCure on the back.
"Let's hear it for Cure Fable!" she calls.
"Where the heck did she get that megaphone?" wonders Yū.
Tsubaki waves her hand in the air and Imari notices that's holding up a sheet a paper.
"Please sign the petition so we can have a PreCure Fan Club!"
"A…PreCure…Fan Club?" echoes Yū. "Is she talking about the girl that beat-up that monster a couple days ago?"
Imari chuckles too loudly. "W-well, of course it is! I mean it's not like she making a fan club for me."
"Now, I have to say it; what?"
Imari face reddened. "Huh? What am I saying? Why would they make a fan club about me! I mean, I'm not Cure Fable, or anything—"
Whack!
"Shut up, you doofus~buku!" barks Bukku from inside her book bag. "And pass me another botan rice candy~buku!"
"Suzukawa-chan!" beams Tsubaki as she eagerly runs over. "And you must me Yū Shiraishi!"
"Please don't sniff me again, Nīmi-senpai," jokes Yū.
Tsubaki chuckles and plops herself down next to her. "Well, thank goodness you're here, Suzukawa-chan."
She shoves a stake of paper into Imari's arms. "You can help me get signatures."
"F-for what?" stammers Imari.
"For the PreCure Fan Club, silly," coos Tsubaki. "If we can get enough students to be interested, Masato-kun and the Principal will have to let us form the club."
"I…I guess so," murmurs Imari.
"How many signatures do you have so far?" asks Yū curiously.
"Three!" hums Tsubaki. "Well, three if you sigh up since me and Suzukawa-chan are already fully pledged members."
"Translation," points out Yū, "You don't have any signatures."
"No," admits Tsubaki. "But, we will! EVEN IF WE HAVE TO HOLD THEM AGAINST THEIR WILL!"
Imari laughs uneasy with a big sweat drop on the side of her head. "Um, maybe let's not go that far."
"Wait~buku. You're seriously going along with this~buku?" whispers Buku. "I would run for the hills~buku! This girl is clearly off her rocker~buku."
Imari knocks her book bag over and fall hard on the ground.
"Fine," Tsubaki sighs oblivious. "It'll be our last resort."
"Ow~buku!" whimpers Buku. "I don't know how much more abuse I can handle~buku."
"Don't be such a crybaby," hisses Imari.
Yū tips her head to the side. "Imari-chan, who are you talking to?"
Imari laughs over-the-top. "What? I'm not acting weird! You're acting weird! I'm not talking to anyone. Yes, I am. No, I'm not! What am I saying? I'm talking to a ghost! No, I'm talking to dead people. NO! That's the same thing. Aren't I silly? HA-HA! It's funny! HA-HA-HA!"
"Nope, I was wrong~buku. You're the one off your rocker, you idiot~buku."
At this point, Imari was starting to agree with the idiot part. To Imari's surprise, Yū giggles. "Oh, Imari-chan. You are so hare-brained."
"Focus you two," commands Tsubaki jumping to her feet dramatically. "It's time to campaign. Operation Fable Fame is a go!"
"Con ah fifish ma mumch fif?" says Yū with a full-mouth.
"Yes, you can I finish your lunch first, Shiraishi-chan," nods Tsubaki. "Me and Suzukawa-chan got this!"
Yū gives her a thumbs-up and Tsubaki starts to drag Imari away.
"Wait. You could understand what she was saying?" blinks Imari in amazement.
"Hey, chicas!" chatters Tsubaki to two girl students. "How you guys like to join…the PreCure Fan Club!"
"Whoo!" supports Imari as she hands out the petitions.
Both girls exchange looks as one reads the flyer while the other just sat back in her seat.
"Is this that girl who attacked that monster-thingy?" asks the girl holding the paper. "Ah, that sounds…cute."
"Cute?" Tsubaki repeats her eyebrow twitching.
The other girl nods in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds stupid—!"
"—YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU SHE-DEMON!" barks Tsubaki with infuriated fire-eyes. "YOU TRY OVERTHROWING A THIRTY-FOOTMONSTER!"
Imari holds Tsubaki back in a panic as she tries grabbing furiously at the girl student, "Nīmi-senpai! Stop that! Ah! Please don't kill her! I'm so sorry—"
The table is empty.
Imari releases Tsubaki. "I think they ran away."
"Okay!" beams Tsubaki running off, "Next table!"
Imari stares after her dumbfounded. "She got over that fast."
She watches Tsubaki go from table to table in the cafeteria for signatures.
Imari grins. "But, you can't help but admire her determination."
Bukku stealthily pops out his head of her bag. "I think pigheaded suits her better~buku."
"Imari-chan!" hollers Tsubaki. "Come on! I need some help from my Vice President!"
Imari smiles, "I like the sound of that."
"Argh! I can't believe it!" mutters Tsubaki as she takes a seat at their original table.
"So…" lingers Yū closing her bento box. "…How did it go?"
Tsubaki flops her head down onto the table and moans.
Imari sighs heavily. "We didn't get a single signature."
She slouches down next to Yū, "Just a big goose egg—and not the Willy Wonka golden egg kind."
Yū frowns. "That sucks."
Imari looks down at the ground in low spirits. "I'm sorry, Nīmi-senpai."
"I thought everyone felt the same way…"
Imari looks at her upperclassman as she lifts up her head.
"…That everyone saw how cool and amazing Cure Fable was," says Tsubaki as she takes off her bandana. "When she was fighting that monster in the school parking lot; I couldn't take my off of her for a single second."
Imari and Yū didn't know what to say.
"She wasn't…" trails off Tsubaki looking for the right words. "…She didn't flawlessly defeat that monster. She fell down and kept getting back up. She never gave up. Not for one moment. I was amazed by how strong she was."
Imari noticed a small grin that crept onto Tsubaki's face when she talked. "But, I realized, as I watch her fighting, that she was all alone."
Imari's ears pricked up when the last words left Tsubaki's mouth.
"There was no one fighting alongside her," continues Tsubaki clutching tightly to her CF bandanna. "That is why I wanted to start the PreCure Fan Club; to support Cure Fable and cheer her on."
"Even if I can't fight side-by-side with her, I want to fight for her in spirit, even if it's just from the sidelines."
"Nīmi-senpai," breathes Yū. "I think that's really cool."
Tsubaki scratches the back of the head. "Heh-heh. Thanks. I have to admit though, I feeling a little embarrassed saying it out loud."
Yū laughs. "You've been running all lunch like a crazed monkey and that was what embarrassed you!"
Yū turns to her friend. "Hey, Imari-chan—!"
"—ENDINGU!"
Imari's blood ran cold. She jumped out of her seat, noticing her chair over in the process to look out the window.
There stood Xoanon. With an Endingu towering behind.
"CURE FABLE!" calls Xonaon. "COME ON OUT AND PLAY!"
Next Time on Fairytale PreCure!
Bukku: What was that~buku?! Lame~buku!
Imari: What is it, Your Highness?
Bukku: You didn't even fight in this episode~buku! It was just character introductions~buku!
Imari: They are just as important as kicking Endingu butt.
Bukku: No~buku. It's really not~buku.
Imari: I promise I'll beat-up some monster in the next episode. Will that make you feel better?
Bukku: I guess~buku.
Imari: PreCure Fan Club! Part 2!