Momoko stared at the faint cream pink page of her diary. Ordinarily, she would have scribbled away, either writing a thought or doodling a fantasy. But tonight she could think of nothing to neither write nor draw. Giving up on trying to write, she flipped through the pages, skimming each one for anything that might catch her eye.

The clock read 1:14 am. The red head had given up on even attempting to get to sleep as it was hopeless. No matter what position she was in, she was still uncomfortable. Even though she tried to shut eyes they continued to open and glance at the clock that seemed to stay at the say time for hours. Finally the pink puff figured it was hopeless and got up to look for something to occupy the night with.

Momoko had eleven diaries, when she turned eight; she had decided to keep a diary for one year. Although there were times when she skipped an entry or two, she always went back and made it up. This was a little secret that she was proud of, it let her go back into time and recapture some of the best moments of her life- as well as the worst.

The leader grabbed the diary from when she was thirteen, labeled Momoko13. She flipped through the pages, reading about each encounter with new villains. It made her wish she was thirteen again, fighting villains and keeping Tokyo safe, just the mere thought brought an air of relief to the red head.

Near the beginning of the dairy was where Momoko had first met Kaoru and Miyako. She couldn't help but giggle at the little comment she had written write under a picture of Kaoru.

I think Kaoru likes Miyako! Ha-ha

She wondered if she should show it to the tomboy or not. Miyako would probably have laughed. Feeling giddy, the pink puff decided to go back and read every page of all of her diaries, which by the way, each one of them was a different shade of pink.

The Momoko 10 diary was a peachy pink, light and faint. The Momoko 15 diary was a bright bold pink, one that stuck out from all the rest. Each one seemed to resemble the red head's personality that year. When she was ten, she had been rather mellow and laid back, enjoying a good cake with her family. But when she was fifteen, she was a party animal, running off at some event every Saturday night.

So, lights dimmed, window open- allowing the night air to float in, and sitting on her bed by the window, Momoko laid out her diaries on her bed, and read the night away.

"…nn?"

The red head shot up, sending a book that had been previously resting on her stomach, flying. Frantically Momoko snatched the clock, though it took a few moments for her tired eyes to clearly make out the time.

9:34am

With a groan she threw the clock back on her desk. It was after several minutes the girl realized she was laying in a pile of books. In a flash the previous night came back to her, and she quickly scooped up the diaries and placed them back on their shelf. She then plopped back down on her bed, but now that she had gotten up, there was no going back to sleep.

Momoko got herself dressed and stared out the window. The neighbor hood was moving as slow as the leader herself, with only an occasional car or dog howl every ten minutes. Like a sharp slap on the face- instantly Momoko remembered today was her birthday, and the party was supposed to start at ten thirty.

9:54am

"Oh sure, move at the speed of light when I'm awake." The red head grumbled as she darted out the door, running as fast as her feet would take her to the lab.

Abruptly, she stopped. For several minutes, she did not move, but stared blankly at something that was not there. Finally, the red head forced one foot forward and slowly began to walk- turning her head back with every other step as if expecting to see something, or some one.

When Momoko got to the lab, she got what she expected. Her family and friends wishing her a happy birthday, a nice hill of presents, most likely sweets or an adventurous manga, and of course, the cake. It looked even better in person, and the leader knew Kaoru and Miyako were pushing eating it off as long as they could, just to tease her.

What she did not expect was for the two to go so far. In the beginning, Momoko wanted to eat the cake from the start.

"Momoko, you'll have to wait for that!" Miyako said with a wink and a bright smile.

Presents came immediately. The pink puff guessed her friends were trying to make her forget about the cake, but it stuck like gum to the bottom of a table, or in this case, the back of her mind.

As predicted, there was a magnificent amount of sweets that the leader devoured gratefully, only leaving a few left to take home, as well as a few new mangas that she put away for nighttime reading back at home. Plus one thing she had not even thought about- a dairy.

It had a red binder. It was a soft, dark pink, almost magenta. Momoko wanted to write in it, but her desire for the cake allowed her to set aside from writing at the moment, and move along.

"No cake yet Momoko!" Kaoru snickered, waving her finger.

The pink puff pouted, only to be dragged off by her friends to a different activity. Although when one turns nineteen, there is rarely a large party with several different activities, so in this case, other activities meant things such as shopping or watching a movie. Yet no matter what the girls did, neither one let Momoko have her cake.

In fact they pushed her so far that the red head really did forget about the cake. And after a day of running this way and that, buying this moving and giving advice on that opinion, she trudged home, only thinking about her bed, and just how soft it is.

The instant her head touched the pillow, Momoko was already half asleep, but she was woken up by Kaoru and Miyako prancing in.

"Happy birthday Momoko!" they said together, both smiling brightly, a rare thing for the tomboy.

If I told you, after that night, things went smoothly and perfectly, one I'd be lying, and two, you'd never believe me. No one's life goes perfect, I'm no exception, but things did seem to get better after that night. Well, you've heard about my embarrassing and ridiculous year as an eighteen year old, well, maybe I didn't tell you everything, but you know, there are some things better left untold. Besides most of the time in between what I didn't tell you was pretty boring. And you probably don't really want to know about how I broke my arm and was in the hospital for a month. Looking back I guess most of the crap that happened was due to my own faults and weaknesses. But we learn from our mistakes, it's how we grow.

The three girls laughed as Momoko showed the other two her diary from when they first met. Each pointed out different memories, different blasts from the past. Finally, as midnight crept forward, Miyako and Kaoru handed Momoko the cake, the jewel they had kept from her the entire day.

Each had a bite before the two girls said good night and got up to leave. But before they left, Momoko stopped them.

"Wait! Why did you two hide the cake? You wouldn't even let me see it."

"Oh that…" Kaoru said, rubbing her arm, looking annoyed.

"We didn't know where your cake was the whole day; just before we came here we went out and got one."

The red head's mouth dropped- her eyes wide with confusion. "EHH?"

"We didn't wanna worry you, so we just tried to keep it from you."

"B- but what happened to the original cake?"

The tomboy and blonde looked at each other and smirked. "Oh that…" they replied in unison.

Miyako smiled brightly. "If you must know, right before you came to the lab….. Brick stole your cake!"

((12 years later))

….I'll never forgive that dick.

The End

Nuki Spills her guts: Crappy end to a crappy story, ne? God I am shaking so bad as I type this. The last time I shook this much was when episode 20 of ppgz came out. I feel so stupid. The girls should all be in college, I realized that as I was typing the part when Momoko woke up. Oh well. Also, I'm too lazy to explain Kaoru and Miyako, so we'll leave it at they get married and live happily ever after the end. Don't like it? Shoot me, I'm done with this ((praise God)) and I don't care anymore. I told you this story was plot less, and the title spelled out the whole thing- STUPID. Overall, I hope you enjoyed it. It's 11:46pm as I type this, I'm tired. Thank you for reading and putting up with my amateur fafics. I promise my next one will have a better plot and ending. Once again, thanks!

Nuki-chan