Seventh chappie of Charmy Rogues is up. For those of you that have silently waited for the JetWave part, well, you've been blessed! This is just a filler chapter, but filled with JetWave goodness. Along with Storm and Charmy trying to help the boss out! Of course, bad stuff happens...
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Chapter 7: Operation! Jet and Wave Set Up! Before Storm Kills Me...
Storm had actually feel asleep next to my mattress. The One Piece book was on my chest. Brushing it off, I noticed that Storm had a large scab on his shoulder from where Nack shot him. Cringing as my eyes left it, I quickly left his room. The clock caught my eye, though. It was 6:40 AM.
An eerie smile formed on my muzzle. Ideas propped my brain as I wondered what torture I could do to Storm while he slept. Rubbing my chin, I finallly got an idea. Chuckingly wickedly to myself, I opened his drawers. I was looking for a permanent magic marker. I hoped he had one in pink.
I could only find the regular, boring black one. Muttering my displeasure, I decided that it would have to do. Creeping up to Storm, I kneeled down in front of him. His face was right in front of me. It reminded me of that time where the Chaotix and I decorated Knuckles up when the Meterax invaded. I began drawing silly doodles on his beak, forehead, and part of his chest. He groaned, brushing me away.
"Good enough," I thought eagerly.
I made a quick dash over for the other Rogue's rooms. Jet wasn't in his room. Peculiar, but then I remembered that he would stay with Wave. When I peeked through Wave's room, I saw Jet hunched over in a chair next to Wave's bed. Wave looked like Snow White, waiting for Prince Charming to come in and kiss her. I smiled, noticing the Jet was rubbing his eyes. He must've just woken up. I creaked the door open to which the hawk in mention glared at me.
"Um, Charmy? What are you...Hey, what's up?" he asked, confused. He lazily stretched his tired limbs as he strutted towards me.
Grabbing his hand, I raced with him towards Storm's room. "Ya gotta see this!" I jeered, filled with pride for my...graffiti Storm.
Jet catiously opened the door. I waited for him to laugh, but he didn't. I asked what was wrong. He hitched a finger at my bed, asking why Storm was asleep on the floor. "Is he dead?"
I slapped myself on my forehead. "His face," I quipped. "Look at his face."
Jet shrugged, kneeling down next towards his best friend. It only took one look for Jet to bawl on the floor in heaps of laughter. He abrutly stopped, taking another gander at the albatross. He rolled on his back, trying to breathe.
Storm was up in a flash. "Wh-what's going o-on? Boss, you o-okay?"
Jet and I exchanged looks of amusement, then burst into laughter.
"I don't get it..." Storm whimpered. "What's so-"
I held a mirror up to his face. Storm snatched the mirror out of my hands. He inspected the flowers, suns, shapes, Chaos, and other random stuff I drew. I even made a cute little drawing of Luffy! Storm smacked me with the mirror.
"Get back here, you brats!" he shouted as me and Jet darted away from the enraged bird. Storm grabbed a chair and hauled it at us.
"Yagh! Charmy! Fly me outta here!" Jet ordered, nearly dodging the chair in time.
Fly? He's a bird, but he can't fly? Telling him that he was stupid, I flew up in the air, and Jet grabbed my legs. It reminded me of Espio always barking orders at me when we got that mysterious client during Sonic Heroes times. Jet made a face at me, telling me that Storm was gaining with a...
"Kitchen knife!" I shrieked.
Storm grinned. He darted around into another room. He screeched to a stop in front of me and Jet with the knife edge facing him. Jet screamed at me to stop, but it was too late. Jet flung off me just as I grabbed a door handle. Crashing into Storm, he and Jet tumbled to the ground. The knife went flying and nearly cut my wing. I was frozen against the door like the time Mighty was stupid enough to place his tongue on a pole during Winter. Mighty's tongue got stuck, and he actually lifted the pole off the ground due to his strength. His tongue refused to come off. Vector and I filed the entire thing as Espio and Ray attempted in vain to pull Mighty off. Sonic came by, that punk, and judo chopped Mighty's tongue away from the pole.
If you ever heard an armadillo scream, it sounds like a three-year-old girl. Not lying, people!
Storm's hand were wrapped around Jet's leg. He glared at him. "Which one of you did this?"
Jet pointed at me, and I pointed back. "He did it!" we both shouted. Glaring at each other, we began to scream at each other while Storm just stared at us. He looked at each of us, confused. Picking up the knife, I could tell that he had it.
"SHUT UP!" He threw the knife right between us.
Jet and I could have peed right there when the knife nearly nicked us. Cautiously, we turned our heads toward him. Storm was outraged. Glaring at each of us, he told us to be queit and now wasn't the time for stupid stunts. He walked back into the kitchen, placed the knife back and noticed Wave was stirring. "Boss, you're little girlfriend's walkin' up."
"Oh, that's grea-MY WHAT!" Jet screamed, rushing into Wave's room.
They left me alone for the entire morning. Jet waited on Wave hand and foot. Not that she minded. Storm refused to speak to either me or Jet. Even Wave began to get concerned for the albatross. Jet explained what happened, blaming everything on me. Wave gave me a lecture, but at the end, she added to let her in on it next time. Guess she was pretty cool at that moment, but Storm's frustration continued to ring in my head. When I drew Vector and Madam Vanilla in the ground, he just chased me around and gave me a hard noogie. Storm nearly killed me!
Storm was washing the drawings off his face in the bathroom. Thankfully, Wave hadn't seen his face yet. Most of it was gone when I walked in. He shut the door after I sat on the table.
"Sorry, Storm. Knuckles drew on my face, if it makes you feel better," I said, looking at the ground.
He sighed, muttering, "It's fine, kid. Don't worry about it." He paused, then looked extremely shy. "Say..."
"What?"
"Um, do-do you think that I-I look like a freak?"
"Huh? A freak? You?"
He shook his head, gulping audibly. Storm closed his eyes. "I've been called a freak since I was a kid, before Boss was born even. Kids were stare at my eye and run away. Some would insult. Most of the times when I was a kid, I'd hit them, get in trouble, then..." He stopped, shaking his head again.
I grabbed his shoulder, staring up at him. "Cry?"
Storm grinned. "You can call it that. Just when you colored on my face, I looked like a circus clown, and it brought back those memories."
"Did...did Vector ever call ya a freak?"
"When he get mad, yeah! And other things you shouldn't learn until your of age."
I pouted, whining at him to tell me. Storm smiled, patting my head. For a moment, I could have sworn he was Vector standing there instead of Storm. Reality came back too soon before I was satisfied. Asking him to pat my head again made me feel like a girl. Storm obliged. Suddenly, he grabbed me and yanked my helmet off, giving me a hard noogie. I cried out, than laughed, asking him to stop.
"Aww, whassa matter? Can't take the heat?"
I struggled my way out of his powerful grip. Raising my stinger, I began to make a flurry of stabs at him. Playfully, of course. I didn't want Storm to get stabbed like when he got shot from Nack. His wound was still there. What's funny, was that it was like these Babylonians could heal instantly. Perhaps he took some of Wave's medicine before coming to bed.
"Eeek! Ch-Charmy, knock it off."
"Aww, whassa matter? Can't take the heat?"
Storm paused when I repeated his line. He laughed. "Man, you just love to copy people!"
"Nooo, I don't. Just yours."
He blinked in confusion. I don't think Storm was ever complimented like that. I don't know why, but he should be! He's a great guy! Sure, he stutters and is "over-weight", but who cares? It only matters if you're a nice person. Oh, wait, I just wrote another moral! Bad Charmy, bad! Stop writing those kinds of cheap sentences.
Storm looked at the ground, grinning a bit. "Um, th-thanks." He looked up at me. "Hey, I just got this great idea!"
"What? What?"
"Well, you may not know this, Charmy, but Boss likes Wave. Alot."
My eyes widened. Honestly, I had no bloody idea. When it came to stuff like guy-likes-girl, I was completely clueless. Vector was the guy you'd want to go with for assistance, not me. "So, whaddya wanna do about it?"
"Set them up on a date, of course."
"Huh? A-a da-"
Storm slammed his hand onto my mouth. His hand nearly covered my entire head; it want up from the bottom of my muzzle to the tips of my eyebrows. If he covered my mouth for another twenty seconds, I could've sworn that I'd suffocate. After releasing me, I gasped for breath, holding onto my chest.
"Sorry, kid, I couldn't let you speak that loudly," apologized Storm, scratching his head.
"Well, okay, but seriously, what now?"
Storm paused, deep in thought. The seabird snapped his fingers after a few moments of hard thinking. Grabbing my body, he whispered his plan into my ears. I grinned, complimenting him. He smiled as we left the rest room.
"Um, Storm?"
"Yeah?"
"You still have that picture of Luffy on your face."
"OH SHI-"
And that's when Wave saw the picture of Luffy. She cracked up. "Storm, what the hell is on your face?"
Storm growled. "Shut up...It's Charmy's fault."
"Congratulations, Charmy. I could never accomplish this."
I grinned, closing my eyes to ignore Storm threats at me. I flew away from him, saying, "I'll go find Jet!" Before Wave could say anything, Storm dragged her away to another room.
Jet was in his office, staring at the cube I discovered when I first came there. He continued to toy with it and spun it on his finger. I smirked. Easy prey to scare the crud out of. Hovering backwards, I rammed myself into his office, crying out his name.
Jet leaped out of his chair in fright. He landed face-first onto the floor. Wincing in pain, Jet struggled to his feet. "What do you want, Charmy?"
I grinned deviously, making him cock his head. "You like Wave don'cha, Jet?" I whispered in his ear.
The hawk slapped me away. His face was bright red. "Where's the flyswatter when you need it?"
Giggling, I asked again. Man, I love it when his face blooms red. It contrasted with his green feathers.
"So-so what? Yeah, I like her, but she's four years older than me! That'd might count as pedophililia," Jet reasoned.
"This will take a while," I thought, shaking my head. Storm told me that Jet had being called two words. Didn't matter what part of the statement or if they were together, but Jet despised both. I took a deep breath as Jet began to tell me how much he liked Wave, but couldn't bring himself to ask her out. "Whatever you say, you shrimpy/shorty chicken."
Shrimpy/Shorty Chicken. Two (or three, if you include the other shorty or shrimp) words you must never speak to Jet the Hawk. His body twitched; his hands trembled. Jet stood up, staring at the wall. His teal eyes only saw red. Carefully, I flew away from Jet as his head snapped at me with a crack. Jet stormed at me, one step at a time. Terrified if Storm's plan backfired, I rushed out of the room with Jet hot on my stinger.
Storm was right in front of me with a two sacks over each shoulder. One sack was wriggling, which told me that he had captured Wave. I zoomed behind Jet, hearing Wave's muffled curses. Jet was still oblivious to Storm approaching him with a sack sense he was running with his head facing down. Jet ran directly into the bag. Storm tied it up with a rope. Jet shouted with fury, cursing me.
"Well, off to the-" Before Storm could finish, I slapped Storm's beak shut.
"Shh! Don't let them know!"
"Agh! R-right..."
Storm carried the two bird-filled bags, and we exited the airship via Extreme Gear. Storm said that he knew a small restuarant up ahead in Station Square. I remembered that I used to live in Station Square with the Chaotix. If we're going there, I might have time to pick up some of my belongings. I told Storm about it, after yelling at Jet to shut up.
"Well, sure. After we drop these two off."
"Drop us off where?" Wave asked after she stopped screaming.
"Oh, somewhere," Storm replied as we landed in front of "Ala Rabbit".
Ala Rabbit was a small town restaruant in the less-populated part of Station Square. This is where Sonic and the others live, except for Knuckles, Rouge and Shadow for obvious reasons. I couldn't put my finger on it, but this place was deathly familiar.
Storm smiled. "I've been here before. They serve pretty decent food."
"YOU'RE GONNA EAT US AREN'T YOU!" Jet accused from the sack, flailing around.
"No, fool!" I snapped, smacking the bag. The wrong bag.
Wave shouted, "I'll eat you when we go home, Charmy!"
"Charmy?" a girl asked.
...Cream?
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Next: Operation Date Continues, So Long as Cream Lets Us Stay.
My computer broke down, and everything got deleted so it took me awhile to re-post everything. Sorry!