Disclaimer:
I do not own Klonoa or any other of his series' characters for they belong to their respective owners but the little guy belongs to me.
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Chapter 2
It was twilight, the point between night and day when she started to walk back home. She yawned as she reached the door to her house. Now, her duty as a priestess has been to much the past week with the sudden scatter of the plague and all.
She was wearing dark elephant jeans, her hat from long ago no longer worn; she was wearing a long-back royal red fur coat with the symbol of the priestess clearly printed behind it, a thin white sleeveless shirt was under it. She wore sandals adorned with gems and she looked more of a female gangster boss with her outfit and long hair and all, yet she was one of the best priestess of her rank and age.
One suddenly woke up from his sleep with a jolt; beads of sweat soaked his forehead fur. He was still half asleep when he heard the doorbell, he stood up from his bed strangely enough he was too sleepy to even notice that he wasn't in his room or even his own house, it would lead to something he would regret which for others would be quite comical. "Coming!"
The woman outside wondered about the voice she had heard for it definitely didn't belong to her companion Popka, she just shrugged it off thinking it might have been induced by her fatigue. The door creek open and both characters from both side of the door looked at each other and blinked, in the same level of confusion and surprise as the other. Let's go see their individual point of views on the event you just read.
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My eyes are about to fall, I rang the doorbell hoping that Popka would at least snap out from his sleep and let me in for some deserved sleep. There was a voice, in a moment it opened with the usual creek and on the other side… yawn… was… was…. Klonoa!? I looked at him, this was clearly surprising, I couldn't say a word and even move a muscle as we stared at each other. Yes, I was staring at him… at him and his furry non-clothed form.
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"Coming!" I said to whoever was behind the door as I rubbed the sand off my eyes. I opened the door and on the other side was a woman; the darkness hiding whatever was she wearing from my sight and behind her was the outside world… wait a minute, the outside? This isn't my room… everything came rushing back to me as I remembered how me and my brother was taken from our roof and then to the waters and then to this land called Looney whatever. The rising sun finally showed itself and illuminated us; I was in my birthday suit in front of a girl and total panic came over me. (I'm having second thoughts in putting Konwil in this awkward situation but the temptation was simply too strong)
"Aaaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!"
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The other two males sleeping in the house suddenly sprang up from their sleep, the yellow one almost hitting his head on the floor after the reaction. To make things clearer, Klonoa was sound asleep sitting by where his brother was recovering and Popka was lying on the carpet next to the sofa. Poor Klonoa didn't even had a chance to scan the situation and the one on the other side of the door as his brother who happened to be yelling and running towards him blocked both views. "Hide me!!"
"Wha… Mpph!!" They made impact causing the sofa to topple over. The priestess was in total blank at the scene she had just witnessed, her companion was on the floor trying to get back his bearings from the result of lack of sleep, and her sofa was turned to its side up with two feet going back and forth poking out of the top. "Ow…"
From one side Popka got to his senses. "Lolo you're back!" he looked at the toppled sofa and a sweat drop formed on his head. He thought to himself "Not my fault, his clothes are probably still soaked…" he ran to the stairs and made his way to a certain room. "I'll get the kid some clothes."
The owner of the house was left on her door to ponder on what exactly happened in her home. The most noticeable thing in her point of view was pair of feet dangling on top of the toppled sofa; carefully she walked nearer and nearer like in one of those horror movies where one guy was afraid to find out what was there until she was three feet away directly in front of whomever the bearer of those feet was. She braced herself as she spread her arms and grabbed both sides of her pink furniture, with one pull she corrected its position and she finally discovered who the owner of the footwear was.
"Klonoa!" she never had a chance to jump for joy and hug him or something like that because maybe she pulled to hard for it caused Klonoa to catapult right at her. Of course they ended up impacting on each other and falling together resulting into a very compromising position (Umm… was that kind of a cliché? Don't answer that.)
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Is this what they call love? Well maybe.
Not like the rest of the world that goes with the flow of time
we even went against space and worlds, so is what I have felt for you love?
Was my passion in our adventure, the will to save this world,
a time without deceit, a moment that I wished to have
cherish more is that where I learned to love?
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When I thought I would forget this world as well once it stopped dreaming of me,
I held on into your memory the most and I recalled.
When I cried when there was the thought of never seeing you again,
the sleepless nights I had for I thought of you, I could easily recall yet…
were they of friendship that push came to shoved?
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When I drowned myself in the excitement of my journeys,
in my duty and in my world only to suddenly break down and cry.
When I dreamt of your smile only to wake up by the call of male poultry,
the lingering after effect of disappointment, I was left with
sweat in my body, clothes and gloves.
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When one day I suddenly realized that I should stop dwindling at the past
and look forward to the future and cherish my present… I felt you're soul,
did you went through the same thing? Wait, then you went through
the same emotions as me!? We realized our mistakes and felt connected through time and space, was that a link from above?
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When I couldn't trust my spherical friend again and found it renewed in you,
when we finally meet once more right now, denying our worlds again.
When we were left like this, unable to speak and move. When I saw the tint in your silky
cheeks and realized just how much you were important to me,
did you feel the same kind of… love?
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He thought to himself "Was everything even related to love?" he stood up both blushing, he offered her his hand and pulled her up, both teens now standing there was silence in the air. He raised his right arm and scratched the back of his head "Hi Lolo, long time n…" without warning the priestess trapped him in a hug.
His trademark hat remained, a bit of muscles formed around his build. He wore black cargo pants and a light blue body-fit shirt with a thick yellow zigzag pattern went across the middle. He grew about one and a half feet the past year.
"So it is you. You're a jerk you know that?"
He stopped himself at first and returned the hug, feeling an old side of him finally contented. "I'm sorry." They looked at each other's eyes, their lips going nearer, it was as if they were the only ones in the world right now but then they were suddenly pushed apart, snapping back from their moment they realized that Popka just went in between them, the two panicked and looked opposite at each other, both trying to control their emotions. "Since when did you two become lovey-dovey??"
He walked around the now correctly positioned sofa and went behind it, a small ball of fur formed there. He reached it some kind of cloth. Here kid, you can wear this. The fur ball uncurled and revealed Klonoa's younger brother, without restraint and with sudden agility he grabbed the cloth and quickly wore it seeing that the woman earlier was not visible from his site. It was revealed that the cloth was a kind of white bath robe, it was probably one size bigger than his perfect fit but it was probably one of Lolo's garments from long ago kept in a storage of some sort.
"Alright Lolo, you can ask questions later, you should get some sleep. A stressed priestess is much worse than a tornado." Popka said as he pushed Lolo away from Klonoa and then up to the stairs and most probably to her room not even giving her a chance to speak her mind.
The younger one came in nearer to his brother, tightening the rope like fabric around his waist line. "What did the dog mean by lovey-dovey?" ignoring his question Klonoa smiled and knelt by his brother, somehow equaling their head level and placing his hand on his forehead trying to feel if their was any sort of abnormal heat. "You feel any better?"
"More or less. Who was the big ear lady??"
"You shouldn't talk about people like that, and she's Lolo, she owns this house and she's an old friend of mine."
"JUST an old friend? The dog used the word 'love'." He gave his big brother a big smirk revealing his fangs.
"Yes Konwil, an old friend."
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"Come on; go get some sleep."
"Popka!"
"Good night now!" and he slammed the door closed. With a sigh she took of her sandals and placed her coat by the door, walking to her bed she snuggled up under the blanket and tried to go to sleep. But no, there was too much in her mind for a quick collapse to her dreams. She didn't bother to argue with Popka, around half an hour later was when she finally drifted to some well deserved rest. The last thing on her mind before that was "I can't believe it… he's back."
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Chapter 2 is done, If you like it please review.