I had my super funny mid-terms last week so I buster my butt to get this new episode up

I hope you enjoy :D

Episode 09: |Matters of the Heart! Tomoka's Dilemma|

"YAHOO! RANDOMNESS DANCE PARTY!"

Imari turns on her boombox. She starts bouncing about her bedroom. Leaping onto her bed and boogying around. Bukku was fast asleep in Imari's dollhouse. Sleeping on one of the plastic beds. He moans as he opens his wide dark red eyes and rubs away the sleepy dust.

"What are you doing, weirdo~buku?" groans Bukku who was impolitely awaken by this. "This is not how your properly wake-up royalty~buku."

"I'm celebrating!" beams Imari striking a disco point at the fairy prince. "TOMOKA-CHAN IS A PRECURE!"

Imari jumps into the air and lands on her knees on the bed. "Cure Fable and Cure Mythical the Ultimate Legendary Warrior Duo! I just can't believe it! Surpeme smile power!"

Bukku gets up and puts on his red cape and places his crown perfectly on the top of his head. "Cure Mythical was fairly resourceful and cunning in that fight yesterday. No doubt she will be an intelligent asset to the team."

Imari hops out of the bed and inches over to Bukku. "Oh! That reminds me…"

Suddenly Imari grabs Bukku and starts fiercely shaking him.

"…THANKS FOR NOT TELLING ME THAT I HAD A TEAMMATE!" bursts Imari throttling the fairy in her hands. "ALL THIS TIME GETTING ME BUTT BEAT EIGHTY-SEVEN DIFFERENT WAYS I COULD HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY TEAMMATE! YEAH! THANKS FOR LEAVING OUT THAT LITTLE DETAIL!"

"I didn't know either~buku," counters Bukku with dizzy eyes. "It was just a big of a shock as it was to you~buku! I came to your world to look for PreCure; I didn't know how many~buku!"

Imari frowns. "So, for all you know there could be, like, forty-four of us, or something?"

Bukku nods. "Potentially, but probably unlikely~buku. I honestly don't know~buku! So, could you stop strangling me around~buku!"

Imari sighs. "I guess so."

She drops him in the dollhouse kitchen. "Now eat your breakfast."

Bukku stops the tiny bowl of plastic fruit on the little table. "Very funny, Suzukawa-san."

Imari grins cheekily as she pulls out her school uniform from her closet. "Well, it doesn't matter if there are two, or even a million of us. I know me and Tomoka are going to make an awesome team!"

"Let's hope so~buku," says Bukku as he climbs down from the dollhouse. "To defeat Kuroizado and the Dark Charm Knights, we'll need all the help we can get~buku. Now, with Cure Mythical, they don't stand a chance~buku!"

Imari pinned the left side of her bang back with criss-cross yellow and pink hairclips. "This is so exciting! I'm actually really pumped to go to school today!"

Bukku rolls his eyes. "Like you are every day~buku."

Imari looks down at him and smiles. "I don't know, somehow it just feel…different."

The fairy prince tips his head to the side. "Different how~buku?"

Imari puts her pointer finger to her lips to think.

"I don't know," she admits. "I guess because I know I'm not the only one anymore. Hiding this kind of secret and having to fighting those Endingu. I guess, I just feel…relieved."

Bukku pouts. "Hey~buku! What about me~buku?!"

Imari giggles. "Face it, Prince; all you do is stand there while fixing your crown and cape every five seconds and throwing out the occasional insult."

Bukku crosses his arms. "Well someone has to try and motivate you~buku. Plus, trying to keep up appearance is extremely important."

Imari fixes her pink handkerchief. "I could only imagine."

"Truly, my heart goes out to you, Your Highness," she states sarcastically. "You just keep standing there looking pretty. I'll handle all the butt kicking stuff."

"Are you alright, Tomoka-sama?" asks one of the maids as she fixes Tomoka's hair into ringlets. "You haven't spoken since you woke up this morning."

Tomoka didn't meet her eyes. "I just had a strange dream."

That's what Tomoka had concluded as she was preparing for school.

I must have fallen asleep when I got home, thought Tomoka. It's the only logical explanation! And since I was conscious and subconsciously thinking about my little run in with Imari Suzukawa, she ended appearing in the dream too! Logic. Logic. Logic.

"Really?" says the maid. "Might I ask what it was about?"

Tomoka took a moment to think before answering. "Do you know about…PreCure?"

The maid beams. "Of course. It's the only thing anyone can talk about these days. Cure…Fable? Wasn't that her name?"

"Um…I think so," murmurs Tomoka.

The maid finishes brushing her hair. "Forgive me for being crass, but it's about time something exciting happened here!"

Tomoka made no comment as she put on her glasses. "Thank you for your assistance."

The maid grins. "It's what I'm here for, Tomoka-sama."

Tomoka got up from the chair.

"Oh! I almost forgot. Your mother will be joining you for breakfast, Tomoka-sama."

"That's…good," Tomoka says half-heartedly as she leaves the room.

She was having troubles focusing. Her mind continued to dance around, replaying her dream over and over again.

"…I am Prince Bukku De La Hope Wish Von Dream Star..."

"…Because she's a PreCure…"

"…Unlock My Story…"

"…We will return your happy ending to you…"

"…Story of Wisdom…"

"…Cure Mythical…"

Tomoka didn't even notice that she had walked all the way into the dining room. She did known that the chief had already placed her breakfast in front of her. She did even see her mother come in and sit opposite on the table until she addressed her daughter.

"You are letting your breakfast get cold, Tomoka."

Tomoka snaps back into reality and sees her mother's caring stare. Kana Fukumoto. Long black hair in thick ringlet just like Tomoka's. The inherited pale-skin and blue eyes behind silver, thick-framed glasses. But, her eyes were a tone darker.

Tomoka looks down at her tamagoyaki and quickly take a bite of the rolled omelette.

"How are your studies progressing, Tomoka?" asks her mother. Her voice lighter and more gentle than you would expect at first glance.

"Fine," speaks Tomoka flatly.

Her mother picks up on this, "Just fine?"

Tomoka nods as she resumes eating.

Kana's eyes soften. "Are you still mad at your father?"

Tomoka take a bigger bite of her omelette.

"I know you really wanted to go to the Cherry Blossom Festival, Tomoka," continues Kana. "But, your teachings have to come first. Always."

Tomoka swallow. "I know, Mother. It's okay. I understand."

The family finishes the rest of their meal in silence. Kana was the first to leave.

"Your father and I will probably be working last again," says Kana as one of the maids helps her with her coat. "One of the chauffeurs will take you to your Fan Dance class and then Night School. Okay?"

"Yes, Mother," mumbles Tomoka as she whips her face with a serviette.

Kana gives her daughter a warm smile. "Have a good day at school, Tomoka."

Tomoka eventually finishes her meal and stands up from her plat.

"Do you want get your bag for you, Tomoka-sama?" asks one of the maids.

Tomoka shakes her head. "That's not necessary. I can get it myself."

She walks over to the small table at the front door where her book bag sits neatly. But, with her mind still buzzing around her dream, Tomoka grabs the end of the bag and as she picks it up, everything pores out and falls it the floor.

Tomoka huffs angrily. "Come on. Seriously?"

She got down on her hands and knees and starts shoving her homework and lunch back into her book bag. Tomoka reaches for the last textbook scattered on the ground. Colour flushes from her face. She picks up a sky blue book enveloped in gold with a beautiful crest in the center.

Tomoka gulps. "This is…!"

"….Protects Suzukawa-san from Dark Magic…"

"…She has no way of defending herself…"

"…Her What-What…"

"P-PreHeartBook!" gasps Tomoka scatterbrained. "B-But! It was just a dream! It didn't really happen!"

She tightens her grips on the book. "But, it's right here in my hands! It has been real! Of course it wasn't real, are you stupid! No, I'm not, but this makes no sense! Maybe I'm still dreaming! Yeah, that's it! I'm still dreaming! Quick! Pinch yourself, pinch yourself!—"

"—Tomoka-sama," calls one of the maids. "Are you alright?"

"I'm just peachy!" hollers back a flustered Tomoka as she swiftly thrusts the PreHeartBook into her book bag. "I'm going now!"

"But, Tomoka-sama, you aren't wearing any shoes!"

"There's not time! I'll put them on inside the limousine! Don't question it!"

"Have a good day, Tomoka-sama," grins the chauffeur as he drops her off.

Tomoka bows politely as the servant pulls out of the Minwa Academy parking lot.

Be chill, Tomoka, she sighs to herself. You are the calm and mature Student Council Vice President. Nothing can faze you!

Tomoka spins around on her heel.

"FUKUMOTO-CHAN!"

Tomoka is rammed in the face with a giant banner.

"Eep!" she squeaks in surprise. "What is this?!"

Tomoka pulls her face out of the flag and stretches it out to read. Cheer for the PreCure!

She looks up to see the holder of the banner is known other than President of the PreCure Fan Club. Tsubaki Nīmi.

"Isn't it great, Fukumoto-chan!" beams Tsubaki with shimmering eyes.

"What's great?" asks Tomoka in confusion.

One of the members pops her head out from behind Tsubaki. "The new PreCure, of course!"

Her friend peaks out beside her. "Another one of those monsters attacked!"

Another member nods. "But, it was defeated—"

"—by a brand spanking new PreCure!" cuts in Tsubaki ecstatically. "Cure Mythical!"

Uh…

"She was so cool!" a member gushes. "And sooo cute!"

Uh…

"Yeah!" agrees another.

"Cure Fable is still more awesome, of course," teases Tsubaki. "But, Cure Mythical is pretty rad too."

Uh…

Tsubaki tips her head to the side. "Um…Yo, are you alright there, Fukumoto-chan? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"T-that's n-nice," stammers Tomoka. "I'm…going…to…go…that way now."

Tomoka staggers away like a robot.

Tsubaki frowns. "I guess, she's doesn't like PreCure."

One of the members rolls her eyes. "Please. Fukumoto doesn't like anything. She thinks she's too superior, you know. She probably finds this degrading."

Tsubaki simple shrugs. "Oh well. Can't please everyone."

Tomoka squeezes her eyes shut as she scuffles away

Omigosh! That was so embarrassing! SO EMBARRAS—!

A pair of hands grabs Tomoka by the shoulders. She opens her eyes to see Masato smirking at her.

Masato drop his hands to his sides. "Shy as a violet. Classic Tomoka."

Tomoka huffs, "Good morning to you to, Kashima."

Masato chuckles, "How do you except to make any friends if you keep claiming up like that?"

Because they were talking about me—Cure Mythical—whatever!

Tomoka decides just to shrug. "I don't know."

"Look, Tomoka," says Masato grabbing her hands. "I know you will never find a friend who is as rich, dignified, handsome, and intelligent as me, but you have to try."

It would be funny if he was joking.

Tomoka bats away his hands, "Gee, thanks, Mr. Modesty."

"Tomoka-chan!"

Tomoka's ears prick up and she quickly turns around. Her jaw practically hits the ground. She spots Imari Suzukawa running towards her. With the fairy prince, Bukku, clutched in her arms. Completely out in the open. Masato follows his friend's gaze and narrows his eyes crossly.

"Suzukawa-kōhai," grumbles Masato. "What does she want?"

Be nice, Kashima, Tomoka wanted to say, but the words couldn't find the light.

Imari waves happily, but Tomoka was too dumbstruck to wave back. But, Tsubaki did.

"Omigosh, Suzukawa-chan," bursts Tsubaki jumping out of her club crowd.

Tsubaki looks down at Bukku and her eyes explode into sparkles. Tomoka clenches her fist tightly.

"That's a super cute stuffed animal!"

Tomoka drops her head with a sweat drop. Seriously?!

Imari grins cheerfully, "Thank you, Nīmi-senpai."

"Where did you buy it?" coos Tsubaki.

"Actually, I made it myself," lies Imari. "I was happing to show him to the Sowing Club to let me join!"

Tsubaki shines. "That's awesome, Suzukawa-chan!"

Imari sparkles and steps towards Tomoka. She holds out her hand to her.

"Good morning, Tomoka-chan," perks Imari.

She reaches to Tomoka. But, her hand gets smacked away by Masato.

"What the heck is wrong with you?!" snaps Masato.

Imari flinches and take a step back alarmed.

"Masato-kun!" gasps Tsubaki.

"Do you realize who you're talking to?!" glares Masato. "Tomo—Fukumoto isn't one of your low-class friends!"

"Kashima, it's alright," Tomoka says sheepishly.

Masato leaches his head back at his friend. "No, it's not Fukumoto!"

He turns back to Imari. "Just because, by some miracle, you're a student here doesn't give you the right to address an elite girl like Fukumoto! She is not your friend! She is your respected senpai and you will call her and treat her as such!"

Imari stands there without speaking a single word.

"Fukumoto carries one of thee most prized names in Yūkibarano!" continues Masato furiously. "The last thing needs is the low-class, Club Flunk tainting her status!"

Tsubaki steps in and goes toe-to-toe with Masato. "That was completely uncalled for, Masato-kun! Imari didn't do anything wrong!"

"She has done more than enough damage here already!" roars back Masato. "Every since she came to Minwa Academy she's been nothing but trouble! She's been kicked out of four clubs! She broke a student's nose! And knocked Fukumoto to the ground the other day!"

"That was just an accident, Masato-kun!" argues Tsubaki. "Everyone saw that is was! Same with Aramaki!"

"No one is that clumsy!"

Tomoka puts cups her ears. She blocks out the sound and just sees Masato and Tsubaki's mouths moving. Tomoka looks past them and sees Imari still standing there. Imari is looking at Tomoka. Their eyes meet. Tomoka was waiting for Imari burst into tears and run away. But, she doesn't. Instead, she does something that catches Tomoka completely off guard.

Imari smiles.

She mouths something to Tomoka.

Tomoka takes her hands away from her ears. "Why are you?—"

"PreCure~! Where are you~?"

Tomoka's blood runs cold.

"Come on out, Pinky~. Me and my Endingu want to have another play date with yah~."

Tomoka breaks away from Masato and Tsubaki and stands beside Imari.

That's when she spots him.

He was a lot different than the first dark being. Only just slightly taller than her. Snow-pale skin with pointy elf-like ears that stuck straight out, lavender-grey long banged hair, cat-like lime green eyes with blue marks down both eyes like a clown. He is wearing a short-sleeved turquoise jacket, dark orange long-sleeved shirt underneath and a black necklace around his neck with three silver fangs. He has his hands in the pockets of his baggy knee-length short.

"Thames," murmurs Imari in a soft voice.

The kid scuffs his skeleton scandals on the ground impatiently.

"Fine," he sighs shortly. "If you won't come out and show yourself. I'll just have to make yah."

He pulls something out of his pocket.

A…doll, thinks Tomoka puzzled. What is this?

Thames smirks. "Let's have some fun, PreCure."

He drops the doll. It hits the ground.

Tomoka, Imari, Masato, Tsubaki, and every student on the courtyard were thrown back by a huge explosion of darkness. Tomoka falls to the ground. She struggles to look up at the aura of shadows. A pair of dim red eyes leering back at her.

"Endingu…"

Imari took the opportunity of chaos and sneaks away in the dark atmosphere.

Bukku grunts. "Do you have any idea how heard that was~buku? Going that long without blinking~buku!"

Imari rolls her eyes. "It was either that, or going back into my book bag. Your choose."

Bukku puffs. "Blinking is so overrated anyways~buku."

Imari laughs. She hurriedly finds behind one of the school walls. Imari opens up her bag and pulls out her PreHeartBook.

"But, I swear, Suzukawa-san," grumbles Bukku, "I was this close from eating that Kashima guy's face off~buku! He's a bigger jerk than I am~buku!"

"No, he was right," says Imari. "I was foolish to assume that since she was a PreCure that we would automatically become friend. I was just so excited that I didn't step back and see the big picture, you know."

"Suzukawa-san?" blinks the fairy prince.

Imari smiles gently, "Because of her elite reputation and high-class social standing. Tomoka can't be seen…with someone like me.

"That's ridiculous~buku," pouts Bukku.

Imari's eyes soften. "But, I'm okay with that. Really."

She opens her PreHeartBook. "Now, let's kick some Endingu butt!"

"Pretty Cure, Unlock My Story!"

"Endingu!"

Tomoka stares up in terror as a giant monster emerges from the murky darkness. Its body has long thin wooden arms and legs with a Tyrolean hat and a long nose.

"It kind of looks like…" trails off Tomoka.

"Is that Pinocchio?" points out Tsubaki. "Honestly, this is the less intimating monster yet."

"Nobody asked yah, human girl!" sneers Thames thrashes at her like a little kid. "Endingu, crush 'em!"

The monster's eyes flare alive. "Endingu!"

The wooden creature lifts it arm into the air. It forms into a huge hammer.

Tsubaki flails. "Okay, okay, okay! I take it back! I take it back!"

The Dark Charm Knight sticks out his tongue. "Too late. Time to give up the ghost!"

"Kyaa!" screams Tsubaki curling up into a little ball.

"Tomoka!" cries Masato as he leaps forward and shields Tomoka.

She looks down at her book bag. Her blue PreHeartBook is shimmering inside. Tomoka reaches for it.

"Dream Bubble!"

A flash of pink shines past Tomoka's eyes. The Endingu is blown back by the pink bubble.

"Yah gotta be kiddin' me!" huffs Thames obnoxiously. "Pinky! You have thee worst timin' ever!"

Tomoka narrows her eyes confused. Pinky?

"The Story of Dreams! Cure Fable!"

Tomoka looks up to see the pink legendary warriors. Her body stretched out wide like a guardian. Fable turns her head and beams down on Tomoka, Masato, and Tsubaki.

Tsubaki bolts straight up with sparkling eyes. "Cure Fable! Thank you so much!"

The Pink PreCure grins tenderly. "No problem—!"

"Endingu!"

Suddenly, a string shoots out of the monster's body and latches itself around Fable's wrist. She tries to pulls away. But, as she does, another string catches her on her ankle. The Pinocchio Endingu tugs on the strings and pulls Fable smashing into the ground.

"Cure Fable!" gasps Tsubaki.

"I'm okay," Fable reassures Tsubaki.

The pink warrior immediately finds her footing and plants herself. "I can handle this. But, need you to get yourself and everyone into the school where it's safe."

Tsubaki nods and takes off to aid the scared students.

"Endingu!"

Two more strings shoot out of the Enidingu. One wraps around Fable's arm and the other around her waist. The monster whips the Pink PreCure into the air before thrashing her across into the front field.

Masato quickly helps Tomoka up onto her feet. "Tomoka, are you alright?"

Tomoka can only manage a timid nod. Her fingers brush her PreHeartBook

Fable tries with all her might to break the strings. But, each time she attempts, the Endingu lashes out another string to trap her even more.

"Cure Fable!" cries Bukku as he races towards his helpless warrior.

The Pink PreCure struggles to glance up at the fairy prince. "It's okay, Your Highness. I'm fine."

"Now that' a boldfaced lie if I ever heard one," laughs Thames wickedly floating over the PreCure.

"Endingu!"

The monster crashes Fable up against the school wall and pins her entire body in its unbreakable strings.

"Pinocchio has no string to hold him back, but my Endingu can sure hold you down," taunts Thames.

The Dark Charm Knight traces one of the strings that is bound around Cure Fable's neck. "A li'l birdy hold me Linda had a real ball with yah. Turning yah into her own puppet, yah know."

Fable's eyes widen.

Thames pops a lollipop into his mouth. "I just couldn't resist bringing yah back to that…experience."

He snaps his fingers. The strings tighten and a jolt of lighting jolts Fable. "Ow!"

"Cure Fable!" yells Bukku. "Let her go this instant~buku!"

Thames sticks out his tongue, "Nope."

Another blast of lighting shoots through Fable.

"Kyaa!"

"I love seein' yah squirm, Pinky," Thames snickers. "It's the one thing I look forward to these days."

Thames bends to face Fable nose-to-nose. "You're the PreCure of Dreams ain't yah? Do yah know what my dream is, Pinky?"

Thames takes out his lollipop, leans in, and whispers into her ear. "My dream is to see yah cry."

Another discharge blares through Fable.

"KYAA!" cries Fable through her screaming lungs.

Her head drops feebly from exhaustion.

Thames cracks up and can't stop himself from laughing. "My stomach hurts I'm laughing so hard!"

As the Dark Charm Knight continues to cackle, Fable spots something out of the corner of her eye. Fable weakly turns her head. Tomoka Fukumoto is peaking out from behind one of the school walls. Her eyes are trembling with fear. With all of her strong, Fable reaches out to Tomoka.

"Please, help me," Fable gasps. "Mythical."

Tomoka coyly steps out from behind the building and looks down at her book bag. She reaches inside to grab her PreHeartBook.

"Tomoka!"

Tomoka flinches at as she spots Masato running towards her.

"What are you doing here?" he stammers. "It's too dangerous! Come on! We have to go inside!"

He reaches his hand out to her. "Come on, Tomoka!"

Tomoka looks at Fable and back at Masato. Then, back at Fable. She starts shaking conflicted. She squeezes her eyes suck to try and get her bearings.

"I'm sorry." Tomoka takes Masato's hand.

Next Time on Fairytale PreCure!

Imari: Why? Why, Tomoka?

Tomoka: How could I do that?

Imari: Why did you run away, Tomoka?

Tomoka: I abandoned Imari!

Imari: I need your help, Tomoka.

Tomoka: I'm a coward.

Imari: Please, come back, Tomoka.

Tomoka: Emotionally I'm Done! Physically I Smile!