Me: Happy New Year!

May: 2011, yay!

Drew: It's just another year, why get so crazy?

Me: It's not just another year. And Happy Birthday, to my cousin Colin!

May: Happy B-Day Colin!

Me: So, get ready, because it's the chapter May and Draco finally meet! To be honest, this chapter wasn't as fun to write as the other ones. And I found out that about 300 people read my first chapter but only 100 bothered to read the other chapters. (At least it didn't go even more downhill)

Drew: Maybe it's because your story is just too boring!

May: No, it isn't!

Me: Well, it is basically the plot line of a movie a lot of people have seen already, just with different characters. Oh well, on with the fic! (and remember, I have a poll, please check it out)
splattermusic does not own Pokemon or Tangled

-splattermusic

A Life Changing Proposition

Klang! May held her frying tightly in her fist. She ran as fast as she could behind the mannequin she used to make all her clothes. She brought the pan up to her chest and began to hyperventilate. Peering over the mannequin, she realized the intruder was unconscious. She tip-toed over the motionless man.

May looked over to Beautifly, who pointed to Mother Karen's crude painting of a man with pointy teeth. May frowned and brought the pan to the man's face. She slowly used it to lift his upper lip. To her surprise, his teeth weren't pointy at all. They were straight like building blocks, all perfectly lined up. They were also white, like the color of cotton.

May used her pan to flick the man's green hair out of his face. She stared, her arms loosened, and her mouth slightly opened. She had never seen a man before. The only other person she has ever met was her own mother. Karen had always described men as filthy creatures, plaguing the world only to harm innocent children and perform unspeakable crimes against women. She looked at him one more time. "Could he really be that bad?" she asked Beautifly.

He wore a dark purple vest on top of a black, button-up shirt. The shirt's sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows; it revealed half of his muscular arms. He had dark blue pants, the color of the night sky; though it was obvious the pants once had been much darker. May deduced that he had worn these pair of pants out, so the color faded away. At his side was a leather bag, which seemed to be stuffed with something. He was rather handsome, of course, May wouldn't really know whether he was handsome or not.

Suddenly, the man's emerald eyes shot open and he gasped out, "Who the-" Klang!

May brought down her cast-iron pan again, knocking him out one more time. She fell to the ground on her butt. She dropped the pan and gritted her teeth. She put her hands to the bandanna on her head. "Beautifly, what should I do?" she desperately inquired, "How am I going to explain this to Mother when she gets home from the market?" She pointed to the man. "What am I going to do with him?"

Beautifly flew over to the wardrobe closet near the mirror. She used her proboscis to indicate to the doors. May nodded. "That's a good idea, Beautifly."

She opened the doors of the wardrobe and pushed on his legs leading him towards the closet. Unfortunately, instead of going into the closet, his head went underneath it. May winced as if she was the one who actually got hurt. She blew her chocolate bangs from out of her face.

May tied her hair around his waist and hung him by the rafters above. She pushed him, as if he was on a swing, and he landed directly into the closet. May immediately closed the doors behind him. She pulled on her hair, attempting to take it out of her closet, but it wouldn't budge. She sighed and opened the closet door.

The man's unconscious body abruptly fell her. May stumbled a bit, before adjusting herself to his weight. She, then, pushed up at him, shoving him into the closet again. This caused him to fall once more. She huffed, and then pushed again. This time, May closed the doors behind him.

She turned around and picked up her frying pan. She pointed the cast-iron culinary utensil at the wardrobe and placed a leaned chair underneath the door handles. She began to rapidly breathe in and out. "I've got a person in my closet." She laughed and looked in the mirror. "I've got a person in my closet!" she shouted a bit too excitedly.

She chuckled and spun the pan around her finger by the handle. "Too weak for the outside world, eh, Mother? Tell that to my frying pan." As the pan spun on her finger and hit the side of her head. "Ouch," she murmured, rubbing her temple.

"Beautifly-beau"

May looked to her pet. The insect-like pokemon was sitting on the satchel. The leather bag was still lying on the floor. She curiously held the bag up. It was beat up, full of scratches and it was either to color of dirt or so caked in it that May couldn't see the original color.

She opened it to reveal a jeweled crown. "Hm," she pondered aloud, "I wonder what it is."

May placed the satchel on the floor and examined the strange object. "I think you're supposed to wear it. But where?"

She put it on her arm and raised an eyebrow to Beautifly. Beautifly shook its head. May placed it on her head and stared at herself in the mirror. Beautifly also stared, then shook her head again. May looked at herself. "Wait, I think this is supposed to be on your head. It looks..." she paused, searching for the right word, "...familiar."

With the tiara still on her head, she reached into the satchel for more interesting things. She pulled out a piece of paper. She read the words aloud, "Draco Stallion: Wanted Dead or Alive," she looked at Beautifly, "Draco Stallion?" she asked, "I wonder if that's the green-haired man's name." She scoffed. "If it is, it sounds ridiculous. I doubt that's even a real name."

"Ma-ay, let down your ha-ir!" a voice sang out from outside.

May tensed up and dropped everything in her hand. "It's Mother!" She took off the diadem and stuffed it into the satchel. She took the bag and dropped it into the vase she had made with Beautifly that morning. "Coming," May shouted, "in a minute!"

Beautifly zoomed to May's room to hide as May pushed opened the window. She placed her hair on the black hook and tossed it out the window. At the bottom of he tower, Karen waited patiently for he beloved daughter's golden locks to tumble down. When they arrived, Karen looped the end and placed her foot in like a horse's stirrup. May strained as she tried to pull her up. Karen shouted mid-way up, "May! I have a big surprise for you!"

May gritted her teeth and laughed through its cracks. "Oh," she looked at the wardrobe closet, "I have a surprise too!"

Karen shook her head. "No, mine is bigger!"

May spoke to herself, "I really doubt that."

Karen still heard. "What was that?"

"Nothing!"

Once at the top, Karen hopped through the window and past May. Her face was young and glowing, which clearly stated that a song from May was not needed at the time. "Guess what I found at the market?" she held up a hand-woven basket of hazelnuts, "We're having hazelnut soup, your favorite! Oh May, how are you doing?" she asked, "You know I hate leaving you alone right after we have a fight."

May heaved in and out, obviously tired from the laborious, yet daily, strain of pulling her mother up to the window. She spoke, "Oh, it's all right. So, Mother, I was thinking about the floating lights."

"I hope we're not still talking about that."

May's hand was reaching for the chair that leaned against the closet. "I know, but you know how you said I couldn't take care of my self? Well-"

"May, we're done talking about this." Karen voice dripped with frustration; her hands gripped tightly on a handful of hazelnuts.

May didn't notice this and continued talking, her hand was on the chair, ready to pull it away, "I know, but I have a really good feeling you might-"

Karen threw the handful of nuts onto the ground. She shouted, "Enough with the lights Maybella!" May gasped at the sound of the name. "You are not leaving this tower, EVER!"

May gulped and lifted her hand off the chair; she looked down, her bangs masking her blue eyes. Karen sighed and collapsed into a couch. "Great," she said to herself, though audible enough for May to hear, "now I'm the bad guy. I never thought it would end up like this. You know I hate saying 'Maybella'" she spat the name out as if it were a rotten fruit.

May held her hands together. She still looked at her bare feet. "I just wanted to ask for something:..."

Karen groaned and softly pinched the bridge of her nose. "What is it?"

May stopped to think. "...new paint? I really want that white paint you made out of seashells for me."

Karen sighed. "May, you know the only kingdoms that have those seashells in the country of Hoenn are Lilycove, Mossdeep, Pacifidlog and Sootopolis. Lillycove will at least take me a week by Rapidash and we don't have a Rapidash so..." she trailed off and looked at her daughter. May stopped looking at her feet and stared with pleading, sea-blue eyes. Karen could never resist those eyes.

May shrugged her shoulders, "I know it's a long journey, but I thought it might be better than seeing the," she hesitated, "stars."

She got up from the couch and walked over to May. She cupped May's cheeks and kissed her on the forehead. "Are you sure you can handle yourself for a week?"

May reassuringly nodded. Karen smiled and traced her hand across May chin. "Aw, I love you so much, my flower."

"I love you more."

"I love you most. You promise you won't be up to no good?" Karen questioned, raising an eyebrow.

May half-smiled. "I promise, Mother."

May placed her hair on the black hook again and threw it out the window. Karen held on, and slid down the golden locks. Karen walked towards a cave, the only exit to the outside world, and before leaving, she turned and waved goodbye. And May waved back.

Immediately, after Karen left, May ran to the closet and removed the chair. Beautifly flew from May's room, to May's shoulder. May stationed herself behind her mannequin and tossed her hair to the wardrobe, hoping it would get caught in the handle. The hair acted like a rope and looped itself around the handle. May exhaled and pulled.

The closet door opened and Draco Stallion fell out with a thud on his face. He straightened out on the floor and May picked him up. She grunted a bit, he was heavier than she expected. Karen was definitely lighter than him. May heaved him into a nearby chair. She keeled over, panting, and she looked up at Beautifly. "This guy's wanted, Beautifly! He could be a burglar, or a thief, or," she gasped and shot upright, covering her mouth, "a murderer!" She began to tie her hair around Draco, binding him tightly to the chair he was sitting on. "We need to tie him up, in case he wakes up!"

Once properly tied up, May hid in the shadows while Beautifly sat on Draco's shoulder. She tried to wake him up, so she promptly slapped him, and then cowered. Draco still sat there, unconscious. Getting angry, Beautifly shot a string shot at Draco's ear. His eyes snapped open and he shrieked. Beautifly fell off, from his sudden reaction.

Draco peered around, eyes darting back and forth. He struggled underneath bounds that tied him. He looked down, the bounds were soft, too soft to be rope and they were golden yellow. He thought aloud, "Is this...hair?"

May peeped out, stuttering a bit, "It-it's n-no use struggling."

"Who's there?" Draco shouted.

May stepped into the light. Draco stared at her. She was not who he had expected his captor to be. She wore a red dress. The golden hair that tied Draco seemed to have originated from her scalp. She held several strands of it in one hand and a frying pan in the other. After staring at her hair, he looked at her bandanna; it was red with a simple, white, rose symbol. 'What would a citizen of Petalburg be doing here?' he pondered in his mind.

She lifted the frying pan up, pointing it menacingly at him. "I'm not scared of you. What are you doing here?"

Draco cleared his throat, and then spoke in his best old English, "I know not where you're from, or how I came to be here, but may I say... hi." He gave a lopsided grin at the last word.

She stuck the frying pan closer to his face. "What are you doing here, Draco Stallion?"

Draco raised his eyebrow. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I-it doesn't matter. So, what do want to do with my hair, huh? Cut it? Sell it? Use it for yourself?" From the looks of his many scars, May could tell he would need it.

"Look, I'm not here for your hair," Drew explained.

May lowered her pan. "You're not?"

"No!" Drew nearly shouted, "All I want to do with your hair is to get out of it," he rocked back and forth, trying to get of the chair, "literally! Why would I want your hair? Why would anyone want your hair?"

May held her pan up with both hands again, "So, how did you come to find my tower?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Look, Blondie."

"It's May," May corrected.

"Whatever; I was being was being chased after and I found your tower and I climbed it, so-" his eyes widened and he frantically searched around the room. "Where is my satchel?"

May crossed her arms. "I've hidden it where no one can find it."

Drew looked sideways at a nearby pot. "It's in that pot, isn't it?"

Klang!

Draco shrieked and woke up with odd webbing in his ear. He stared at Beautifly while rubbing his ear into his shoulder. "Will you stop that?"

May huffed and smiled. "Now I've hidden it, and there is no way you can find it! And, while your where asleep, I talked to my Beautifly," Draco raised his eyebrow at the statement, "and I'm prepared to make a deal. Turn this way."

She walked around and pulled her hair. The chair Draco sat in spun and fell over. "No!" Draco shouted and his face smashed against the floor.

May walked up to a pair of curtains and pulled them away, revealing the painting she had just created this morning. "See these lights?"

Draco recognized them. He asked in a nasally voice, "You mean the floating lanterns the kingdom releases every year for the lost princess?"

May smiled and whispered to herself, "I knew they weren't stars." She spoke in a louder voice, "I want you to take me to them. Take me to this 'kingdom', guide me, and bring me back home. Then, and only then, I will give you your satchel."

Draco pushed with his hands on the floor and landed on his side. He shook his head. "No can do, Petalburg and I are not 'simpatico' at the moment."

May lifted his chair up to its upright position. "I don't know what brought you here, be it destiny, fate-"

Draco interrupted, "A horse."

She pulled on her hair and he leaned forward, ready to fall, when she stopped it with her arm. "Listen, you can tear this tower brick by brick, stone by stone! But, even then, you still won't find your satchel, I promise you. And when I promise something, I never break it." Draco looked at her, feeling as if she was lying. "Never."

Draco sighed. "I didn't to resort to this, but you leave me no choice, here comes the 'smirk'." He jerked his head, flipping his hair, and he smiled a handsome smirk. May had no reaction of course, expect for surprise. Still smirking, Draco admitted, "This is kind of an off day for me; this isn't really the reaction I get when I show girls the 'smirk'." An awkward silence passed between them before Draco finally agreed, "Fine, I'll take you."

Excitement built up in May she let go of Draco's chair. "Really?"

"No, not again!" Draco fell to the ground.

May winced. "Oops."

"You broke my 'smirk'."

Me: Yeah, I wasn't a fan of this chap

May: Why not?

Me: Shrug

Drew: Can't we just continue on?

Me: Sure. Oh and I drew a picture of May, Draco, Beautifly and Rapidash. My scanner isn't working, so I'll have to wait a while before uploading it on deviantart. If anyone wants to draw a picture for this story, I'll be glad you did.

-splattermusic