A/N: Warning. The following chapter is not suitable for people under the age of 13. It contains mild subjects of Babies, more babies, perverted boys, and brief inapropriate name calling by two certain guys.
If you are the age of under 13, you will begin to experience brain damage, vomiting, nausea, motion sickness, lack of vision, mental breakdowns and perverted thoughts. Parent supervision is required.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pony Canon or Shugo chara. If they make an english version of that anime, they better watch out for the riot downstairs. And for people who do not live in Japan (like myself), they would start rioting in whatever TV station it broadcasts in.
Additional warning for people who are of age: This chappie may contain very random moments, and turn of subjects so it may cause confusion. I blame you Rima.
Enjoy!~~
The next day: 7:00 am
I had a weird dream.
It wasn't one of those dreams where Tadase has finally been pushed off a steep cliff or when Yaya gets diabetes. Neither was the dream that Nagihiko came into the royal garden, dressed as a gothic Lolita maid and serving us tea like the lady he is. Although, that would be pretty funny to watch him get humiliated.
But instead of having those dreams, I had a dream about babies. YEP! BABIES!
Believe it or not, once I woke up, I envisioned a baby girl and baby boy, both helpless staring at me and crawling onto my lap to snuggle at me like little…. babies. I reached up to slap them away and shout GET THE FREAK OFF OF ME! but I was only slapping at air. Dammit.
I want to tell someone about it. Who should I ask anyway? Anyway, I got out of bed and almost ran into the door of my room.
7:05 am
Combing my painfully long hair at the bathroom while staring at my face in the mirror.
Eventually, the comb got caught at a split end and I blinked back tears, trying to pull at the strands.
That adds to my list of reasons of what I hate about my life or H.A.T.E list for short.
My H.A.T.E list includes:
-Running slow. One block feels like an endless mile!
-Unable to reach top bookshelves. I have to ask a person to help me grab the latest Gag manga!
-My long hair. Hah… I have a lot of reasons for that topic.
Number Ichi (A/N: That's japanese for one if you haven't noticed): I have to use a ton of shampoo just to wash my hair. Hmm...Now that I mention it, I wonder how much shampoo Utau and Nagihiko use to wash their hair. I wouldn't dare ask, though!
Number Ni: If I get my hair wet, it would take forever to dry! I would spend an hour just to get it dried!
Number San: (continuation from Ni) If I laid down on my bed with wet hair and tried to get back up, I would fall down again because my airhead would turn into a heavyhead and I would struggle until I fall off.
In addition, is the fact that my hair got caught from the split end and it is almost impossible to get it out with my tiny fingers by myself. I always have to ask mama to help me.
Anyway, I gave up on pulling the comb and let go of it. It clung into my hair like a blue…… comb. I guess I will have to go to school with a big blue comb stuck in my hair. Sigh.
7:15: bedroom
I got dressed for another boring day, still thinking about who I should tell the baby dream to.
As I buttoned up my collared shirt and attached a small tie, I could hear Kusu Kusu giggle.
I spun around and gave her a confused look.
"Rima! Your comb is stuck in your hair!" She giggled.
I sighed. "You realized it?"
She nodded and burst into fits of laughter.
Oh goody.
7:26: Still at the bedroom
I sat on my bed, thinking of people that I should tell.
Amu? Maybe. But she would laugh at me.
Yaya? NO! She would humiliate me like the time when she tried to get Amu and Tadase together but ended up failing when he almost kissed me instead of Amu just because he tripped on a rock. It was disgusting.
Tadase? See above. Ugh. For that reason, I should never tell him anything. Plus his "prince" attitude starts to dominate him whenever I say something to him.
Kairi? He would make me walk away with boring useless facts of babies.
Maybe I should tell their shugo charas for advice. But that's stupid.
7:30
I know! Nobuko the fake fortune teller!
7:33
Never mind, she's a phony.
7:34
I'm wasting my time. And I'm constantly pulling on my hair. The comb must have snagged on hard. Dammit.
7:35
I'm hungry. Maybe I should go downstairs for breakfast.
7:36: kitchen
I walked downstairs to find a plate wrapped in plastic wrap. Despite all the steam that fogged the entire plate, I could almost make out outlines of pancakes and two slices of bacon with scrambled eggs on the side. My mouth is watering as I ran to the fridge to find the syrup.
7:39: still rummaging through the fridge
NOO! I can't find the syrup! I remembered placing it in the fridge last Friday. It wasn't even half empty! Could it be the pancake fairy who had stolen my syrup so he could eat his huge buffet of pancakes? Damn that fairy!
7:40
No wait, I just realized that there's no such thing as Pancake fairies.
7:42
If it's not the pancake fairies then it must be Kusu Kusu who had drank all the syrup just because I refused to give her food.
7:44
I must be crazy. Kusu kusu would never drink syrup! And I feed her well! Someone yank that comb out of my hair!
7:45
No, scratch that. I rather run into that door from yesterday again.
7:46
I closed the refrigerator door and walked up to the living room where I found Mama snoring on the couch. I shook her shoulder and she stirred in her sleep.
"Mama?" I asked.
"Mmm?" She mumbled in a question tone.
"Do you know where the syrup is?" I asked.
"It's…. on the table counter." She mumbled and tossed to the other side.
I went back into the table counter in the kitchen where I found the syrup. That's when I realized that the syrup was right beside the plate of pancakes.
7:50
I'm so stupid. How can I not see the syrup on the counter?! I must be blind. Yes, that's what I am. Anyway, I grabbed the syrup and silently ate my pancakes.
8:40
"Mama, I'm going to school" I called out as I walked to the door.
"Wait, Rima!" Mama ran after me and started to rake my hair. "You got the comb stuck in your hair!"
She pulled at the split end and yanked the blue comb out.
"You almost went to school with a blue comb in your hair!" She started to laugh. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because, I don't want Mama to do things for me. I want to do things by myself." I replied in a monotone voice.
Mama stared at me for a moment and started to get giddy on how her daughter is finally growing up and stuff. I ran out of the home afterwards. Mothers can really be weird sometimes.
9:00 School
"Rima Chan!" The purple haired freak tapped on my desk.
"What?" I grumbled.
"You came to school pretty late today."
"I know," I rolled my eyes.
"Heh," He smirked.
9:05: Health Class.
"So, any questions for today's lesson?" sensei asked.
In the corners of my eyes, I could see the boys smirk at each other. Almost immediately, I turned my head to Fujisaki to see if he was smirking, but his purple head was covered by another guy who was smirking at me.
Scarrry.
9:07
"Any topics at all?" Sensei asked the silent class again.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. That smirking guy won't even take his eyes off of me so I couldn't see Darn Fujisaki.
MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, DAMMIT!
9:08
"What about babies?" A guy named Shojo raised his hand and half of the boys started to snicker.
What a way to bring up such a subject, especially when you just had a dream of them.
Anyway, I could see the girls turning red as a tomato and were sinking down their seats.
"About Babies…" The teacher started.
And the game begins, ladies and gentlemen.
Minutes later… I lost track of time
Oh……. Ugh.
Dammit! I can't think of a word to express how I feel right now!
Anyway, I am so grossed out!
The Freakin teacher is blabbering on every little detail! Especially from beginning to end. Including periods.
SHIZZLES!
More later
Only ten minutes left for the end of the period and I found myself twitching endlessly. WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER?!
8 minutes left:
THIS IS TORTURE! Much worse than sitting inside a locked room with enormous speakers booming the I-Love-You-You-Love-Me song!
7 minutes left:
That Damn kid finally moved his head and I could see Fujisaki looking at me with a confused face. I turned my head away.
5 minutes:
I'm staring at the clock in anxiety as I'm silently counting down. Remember when I told you that I must be blind? Well, I want to go deaf now!
3 minutes:
ARGH! IEYIOWGJDHGAKGUWKQhuefkashgqiwfr'lgawjdhf!
2 minutes:
…… 1….2…3…4…5… twitch….6…7…8…9...10...twitch…. why do minutes have to be 60 seconds long? Why couldn't it be ten for less torture? Life is so unfair.
After the bell:
After the bell rung, I got up from my seat and walked out of the room before Fujisaki did. Eventually, he caught up.
"Rima Chan, Are you still grossed out about the whole baby lesson?" he teased.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear it from you." I retorted.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Cause you're a boy!" I exclaimed.
"So? Don't boys need to know too?" He smirked.
"I don't care. Boys are not supposed to know that."
"Says who?" he rose an eyebrow.
"Says me!"
"Don't forget that I had to act as a girl." He replied with a smirk.
I turned to him and flashed my eyes like when I see a boy doing my favorite BALA-BALANCE! Gag wrong.
"Just because you crossdressed as a girl doesn't mean that you have female reproductive systems, FUJISAKI NAGIHIKO!" I pointed at him, which caused the nearby students to stare at us in confusion.
He immediately shut up and stared at me with humongous eyes as I spun around and ran to the next class. Ahh… revenge is such a sweet thing.
Math class:
"Mashiro San. Are you listening?" Sensei rapped my desk with a small ruler.
I shook my head. I haven't been listening at all to whatever the math sensei was teaching. In fact, I was dreaming of ways I can express my insane baby filled mind.
My Mental list of things to do:
Ichi: Run into that door from yesterday
Ni: take the sensei's ruler and start hitting myself with it
San: Take a random book and start slamming it on my face going bad Rima, Bad Rima! (A/N: Hah. I got that from Harry Potter when Dobby start hitting himself and says "Bad Dobby!")
Si: Ask the sensei to give me detention.
Go: Slam myself into a wall or any other solid object that was bigger than me
Roku: Ask Fujisaki to torment me.
Sichi: Take any object I can lay my eyes on and start stabbing myself with it. I hope it's a sharp, blunt object.
So far, choice number Sichi is good. Almost immediately, I grabbed my pencil with a pointy tip and aimed it carefully at my other hand but I lost grip and dropped the pencil, making the point crack. Dammit.
Two minutes later:
Listening to boring Math freak sensei was driving me crazy. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make me fall asleep. Yawn.
After thinking, I came to the conclusion that the only possible way to get relief from this mental torture of Babies is to run back home, into my safe haven. Until then, I kept an eye on Fujisaki who was silently doodling little squiggles at the corners of his notebook. I rather watch him then listening to Mr. Math geek.
Fast forwarding to home 4:30:
"Mama?" I asked.
"Hmm?" she said as she was peeling the potatoes.
"I had this…weird dream on babies." I said slowly.
"And?"
"D-Does this mean that I'm getting pregnant?" I stammered in a worried tone.
Mama threw her head back and started to laugh out loud.
"Of course not, Rima!" she laughed. "I have a book on dream interpretations; maybe they might have something on babies."
I immediately flew to the bookshelves where I found a big, dusty thick book that says dream interpretations… What did you dream of?
I actually cannot believe that my own mother has this book. Quickly, I carried the heavy book to the couch where I settled myself and flipped through the pages until I came across babies. There were many dreams interpretations of babies so I tried to remember what I did.
4:35
I remember two helpless babies crawling on my lap and trying to snuggle but I was trying to slap them away. The only topics that match this are a neglecting a baby or a helpless baby. These are the interpretations I found:
Neglected baby: If you dream that a baby is neglected, then it suggests that you are not paying enough attention to yourself. You are not utilizing your full potential.
Helpless baby: To dream of an extremely small baby, symbolizes your helplessness and your fears of letting others become aware of your vulnerabilities and incompetence. You may be afraid to ask for help and as a result tend to take matters into your own hands.
Either way, the dreams both mean that I am not getting attention and I'm worried about something. The problem is that I don't know what I'm worried about. Oh well.
Facebook.
I typed in my status: Mashiro Rima dreamt of babies today. According to the dream interpretation, it means that I'm worried about something. =__=
As soon as I clicked the post button, Darn Fujisaki commented on my status. What is he, a psychic?!
Nagihiko: Is that why you were in a bad mood today?
Me: Shut up. I hate today. I almost stabbed myself with my pencil if it didn't fall down.
Nagihiko: That's what I thought when I saw you in the corner of my eye during math class today.
Me: you... STALKER!
Nagihiko: You were also stalking on me, weren't you? Plus, you're misusing that word.
Me: No I wasn't. You… BAKA!
Nagihiko: Then how do you explain when you were leaning on my desk, watching me doodle?
Me: The sensei was boring. I wanted to see you draw.
Nagihiko: Sure you do. *smirks*
Me: what….are you thinking? *glares*
Nagihiko: Nothing, nothing.
Me: Don't make me barge into your big mansion and start doing stuff to you!
Nagihiko: What kind of stuff? And by the way, what you said above is called stalking.
Ikuto: Perverted stuff…perhaps?
Me: NO! What are you doing here?
Ikuto: I couldn't help overhearing that the little blond girl is stalking the girly boy. *smirks*
Nagihiko: g-girly boy?!
Me: HAHA! XD
Nagihiko: Isn't that a bit harsh, Ikuto Kun?
Me: Waait… WHAT?! Me... STALKING HIM?! NO WAY!
Ikuto: It seems like it. The way you two always argue. And yes Girly boy, that's your nickname from now on.
Nagihiko: Okay… Hentai Cosplay neko! :D
Ikuto: hentai….. o.o
Me: I'm not even stalking him!
Nagihiko: Then is Rima Chan a pervert?
Ikuto: Heh. Maybe she must be pregnant.
Me: NO! I'm not pregnant!
Ikuto: You probably are, you said it yourself that you dreamt of babies.
Me: That doesn't mean that I am!
Ikuto: Seriously Girly boy, what did you do to her?
Nagihiko: I did nothing!
Ikuto: What a bad influence Girly boy. Making the little blondie pregnant. Tsk Tsk.
Nagihiko: Go do perverted stuff to Amu Chan, Hentai Cosplay Neko.
Ikuto: I will. *smirks* Well, speaking of Amu, I've got to go to her house again. I want to see if her chest has grown bigger from drinking milk all the time. They were like little pancakes the last time I saw her. See ya!
Nagihiko: Okay Pervert hentai cosplay neko.
Me: Yup, definitely perverted.
Nagihiko: So Rima Chan, are you really pregnant?
Me: Did I come to school with a big belly? I don't think so.
Nagihiko: Is that why you were trying to humiliate me in front of the entire school today?
Me: What do you mean?
Nagihiko: When you said that although I crossdress doesn't mean that I have female reproductive systems?
Me: You…sicken me.
With that, I logged off and made another mental list of malicious schemes to kill him.
Ways to kill Fujisaki when he shows up in school tomorrow:
~Bring my trusty blue comb and start snagging his purple hair
~Pay Ikuto to molest him.
~Start braiding his hair when I knock him out with my sleeping potion.
~Force him to wear a dress. Or turn him into a gothic lolita and make him work in the maid cafe to see how the boys will react when they see "her"
~Getting a blunt object and start stabbing him.
~Trip him mulitple times until he begs on his knees to stop
~Or slowly torture his mind
Any way is good enough for me. HE REALLY PISSES ME OFF! And because of the fact that his evil schemes to take over the world (no wait, that's Tadase) have gone through my head… HE MUST DIE!
A/N: YAY, Chappie 3 ish finished! It took a loooong time just to get it done! 9 pages for one chapter!
To my beloved Gothic Lolita readers: The next chappie might get delayed because my bestie friend ish gonna come over and I will spend the entire day with her, frolicking in the fields. I'm sorry about that but don't writers need a little break too?
Jasmine: Eww! I will never do that! (note: She ish formerly Emo and goth which ish the aweshumest thing about her)
Me: Fine. Let's get bubble tea instead! Haha. TAKE THAT YAYA WHO IS IN HONG KONG RIGHT NOW!!
(I call my friend that cause she ish crazy like her and hyper over chocolate and it's summer so she's at the philliphines and now hong kong while I am at summer school doing SAT work*sob*)
Jasmine: Hmm... anything else we could do?
Me: Find ways to kill her when she comes back?
Jasmine: Great Idea! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me:ehehehhee... MUAHAHAHA!!
By the way.. did anyone watch Harry Potter yet? For those who haven't really watched it yet, to me it was okay but not as great as the Order of the Phoenix or Goblet of Fire.
A little Spoiler to the movie: Draco looks and acts like Ikuto because of his "duty" and he was like "I have to kill you before he kills me" I'm like OMG! He sounds like Ikuto right there! It was pretty sad though. *sobbs*
Although there wasn't any lord Voldemort or shall I say Freaky Bald snake dude, his human form Tom Riddle was mentioned quite a number of times in the movie and shows valuable information about how Harry should kill The freaky Bald snake dude and in the process, the four peas in a pod goes through many things together. (What I mean by four peas include: Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry)
So that's enough of the movie out of me.
About the comb stuck in Rima's hair thing, That actually happened to me. I was brushing my wet hair when I was stupid enough to twist it. It snagged on hard so when I let go, it hung there and got in the way. I pulled at my hair which made it even worse that I was pulling my hair off. In the end, I took my scissors and cut my front hair so it looked like I had a small bang on the front left side of my forehead. I got freaked out because my mom wasn't home and I thought that she would yell at me.
The pregnant idea also happened to be part of the story because a certain person made fun of me when I stated in my facebook status that I had a dream about babies. It was pretty funny and all but yea we ended up arguing and we became accused that we started to argue like a married couple. Good times. XD
Anyway... that's my little life story of how I wrote this chapter.
See you in Chapter 4~
-Keiko~