Chapter ONE
After a few months of waiting for Zenix to come out of the hospital, she finally managed to recover. They were just about to turn her off, but Blaze had managed to hold it off by a week or so.
She was happy about this, but was worried about Zenix' condition. She hardly ate, barely slept, and was as depressed as ever. She and the others had tried to cheer her up, but she wasn't getting any better. In fact, she was getting worse. Every time they tried to make her feel better she turned them down. This worried Blaze more, and she wanted to find a way to fix this before Zenix ended up hurting herself again.
It was when Mighty came back from his trip that Blaze found out the reason for Zenix' behavior:
"Hey!" He exclaimed as he came through the door. "Where are my two favorite girls?!"
Zenix had been writing in her journal; she'd been doing that ever since she woke up. Zenix turned to him, giving him an unnerving stare. "Oh, your two most favorite girls in the world?"
"Uh, yeah!" He went over to where she was sitting, but she turned it down. "Hey, what gives?" He gasped. "Are you mad...?"
"Hmm... Oh, what do you think?" She smirked.
"Um, I'd say so. Buuuut...why?"
She scoffed. "'Why'? Oh, I don't know, the fact that you are always too busy doing something or going somewhere to spend time with us, with ME!" She pouted, angrily. "Don't you know how that makes me feel?!"
"Look, I'm sorry I've been disappointing you, but-"
"No! That's not what I meant at all! I mean, why do you HAVE to leave? What's always so important that you have to leave all of the time? And what if something happened to you? Do you know how well that would go down with the rest of us? With all that's been going on? And another thing-!"
Mighty had zoned out during her conversation. He wondered what he had missed while he was out. Besides, he had only been away on another continent for about three weeks. And it's not like it took more than four weeks to just travel there and back! And what was all of this stuff about something happening to him?! They all knew he was the strongest person (aside from Blaze) they know!
"HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN LISTENING?!" This was enough to snap Mighty out of his thoughts. He turned towards his 'wife'. Her eyes held a fire within. He backed away slowly, slightly scared. "That's it, I'm done!" She exclaimed, starting to grab her stuff. Mighty tried to stop her but she interrupted him. "NO! If you're too busy to even have a decent conversation with me, then don't even bother trying!" She stormed off upstairs, hiding herself in her bedroom.
She fell onto the bed and cried into her pillow. Why was everyone always too busy to spend time with her?
Blaze, with her new mechanics job, Tailor was also starting a job as a designer, Mighty, with his music producing, and...
No. She couldn't get herself so worked up over just one person. This time, she would make it. She would forget all about boys, and dates, and romance, and focus all of her attention on what she noticed everyone was doing: boosting her career.
She stopped crying. That wasn't such a bad idea. Getting off of the bed she grabbed a blank college-ruled notebook from a shelf. Thinking this might not be enough she reached for five more, setting them on her desk by the window. Grabbing her special bronze, silver, and gold pen that Blaze had gotten her for her birthday (she smiled at this), she opened the first notebook and began to write.
Blaze had seen Zenix run into her bedroom. She felt sorry for Zenix. She had been going through so much, without Mighty's world-wide music production tour. She wondered if there was anything she could do to make Zenix happy (*I feel like I'm repeating myself...*). She decided to let Zenix have some alone time and headed off into Tailor's room. She needed a pep talk. And no one was better at pep talks than Tailor, the conflict-resolver.
Tailor had told her to sit down in the salon chair by the three-way mirror. She started to comb through her quills with a soft-bristle brush made of solid gold (and in case you're wondering, she probably got it from Blaze as a present, but this one was while she was on a treasure hunt and NOT made). Blaze sighed.
"I don't know, I just want her to get better, is all. I mean, have you SEEN her? She gets worse and worse every day!"
Tailor sighed, too. "I know. But what CAN we do? It's not like she'll actually go anywhere CLOSE to the boys, let alone sent them a simple-decent-text."
Blaze thought long and hard. She couldn't deny that what Tailor had said was true, but that was the thing: She wished it weren't. She thought Zenix needed to actually tell the boys how she felt, not hide away in solitude.
That's when she could no longer take it. 'What started all of this in the first place, and by who...?' She thought about this. Then an image started to form in her head. 'No... He wouldn't. He COULDN'T. Him, of all the people!' She quickly sat up.
"What's wrong?" Tailor asked.
"Give me a quick touch-up, but make it quick-not too much, though-I need to make a quick call."
"O-okay." She gave her fur a little spritz then added some of her own little touch. Blaze thanked her and quickly exited the room.
She headed into her office, where she grabbed a few sheets of paper from her desk drawer and sat down. She grabbed a special oak pen (which they didn't have much of-or more, couldn't reach-here, on planet LEXOS) that Zenix had made for her birthday. It had come a few days late, though, because Zenix had added some "finishing touches" onto it before she gave it to her, but Blaze still loved it all the same. Plus, it reminded her of her of her older life as a cowgirl in California.
She knew she had told Tailor she was going to make a call, but this would take longer than that. She was instead going to write a very long, very specific, very informative note. And she hoped this would make him regret his decision for hurting her 'sister' (*NEW UPDATE: Send me a PM for more info on this VERY SPECIAL SECRET-trust me, you'll NEVER see it coming!').
(Story blend)
Pens touched paper. Both girls paused to think before finally writing their thoughts down on paper. They made sure to put in everything they felt into what they wrote.
Frustration, sadness.
Anger, hate.
Then they wrote why.
'Because I trusted them.'
'Because you only care about yourself.'
Then the final thoughts at the end of the page.
'I wish things had been different...'
'I don't want you near her again.'
Both of them looked over what they had just finished. Seven pages. All perfectly written out in delicate cursive. And they were satisfied. And they found this to be a good thing.
So while one went to bed and one stayed up writing, they weren't so different after all. Because neither of them fell asleep.
