Alright! Here we are, back again with pudding, tart, and tart's cactus. I forget if it had a name. if it doesn't, I'll name it. after I reread this later.
Alright.
This should be the second to last chapter, there's one more and it ends happily, I promise. I can't stand a sad ending.
Yup. Disclaimer, I don't own squat, onward.
"Where you been, Kish?" Pie asked.
"Attacking mew mews."
"I told you not to do that."
"AND WHY NOT?"
"You'd spill where we're keeping pudding."
Kish gulped.
"You didn't tell them, did you?" It was in the form of a question, but Pie was accusing him.
"No, I did not!" Kish stormed. "I'm not so stupid!" and he floated off angrily to his sleeping quarters.
"He told the mew mews where pudding was, didn't he." Tart said, floating lazily over to where pie was standing- er, floating with a contented expression on his face.
"Yup." Pie sighed. "We'll just have to change location."
"Heh heh." Tart floated off, chuckling to himself.
"What's gotten in to him?" Pie muttered to himself, going back onto the couch to bury himself once again into the enchantment of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. (Yes, I just had to put that there.)
What had, infact, gotten into Tart was that Pudding had smiled at him. He had not yet admitted it to himself, but I (as the authoress) know that's why he was so happy.
Tart sat down with his cactus in a large fluffy chair that nearly swallowed him when he sat in it.
"Cactus," he said. "Things are looking up."
Then he realized he was talking to a cactus. --'
Kish sat in his bed, smirking to himself. For once, he had done something smart. He had lied to Ichigo. Their ship was infact parked right over café mew mew. They could spy better that way.
Kish laughed to himself as he imagined the mew mews, or what four of them were left, climbing trees in the park, searching endlessly for the nonexistent ship.
Pie put down his finished book. He was, of course, dissatisfied with the ending, wishing for more, but he had heard rumor of a following six books, so he did not fret.
He went into the control room and took hold of the steering rod.
He moved the ship to a different location, very different to where they had been before.
Right above one of the trees in the park.
You knew it would come to this, didn't you.
Pie didn't tell Kish he had moved the ship. Kish would simply open his big yap and they'd have to move again.
Ichigo flopped down onto her bed and squeezed her pillow. She had scratches all over her arms and legs from scaling trees in the park all day.
Her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ichigo?"
"Masaya!"
"Yeah. I was wondering, are you free day after tomorrow?" Masaya asked.
"I think so!" Ichigo smiled to herself. "If the aliens don't act up."
"Yes, well, that's unavoidable." Masaya sighed slightly. "So if you can, would you like to go to the beach with me then? The weather's supposed to be beautiful."
"YES!" Ichigo burst to quickly. "I mean, sure." She blushed, and although Masaya couldn't see it over the phone, he laughed all the same.
"Good. Then it's a date." Masaya confirmed.
"It's a date." Ichigo echoed.
The two hung up the phone. Ichigo snuggled into the bed deeper, grinning like mad. Then, unable to sit still, she jumped up and ran around her room a bit, squealing.
The phone rang AGAIN.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Ichigo."
"Oh! Hi, mint!"
"Yes, hi. Now. Tomorrow I have ballet practice from 1 to 3, and then a family dinner starting at five. I don't like getting out of the house until I'm refreshed and fed and that means the day can't start until ten o clock. So that means I would only have a little over two hours in the morning and a little more than one in the afternoon. We need to find pudding. What do you suggest?"
"WHAT?" Ichigo stuttered. "That doesn't make sense, why did you call at all?!"
"Use your scheming mind for an excuse out of the family dinner so I can stay out late and look for pudding."
"But I can't stay out late, can't you get out of ballet practice instead?"
"Absolutely not. I have a performance day after tomorrow and I need every minute of practice."
"Say I invited you over for a sleepover."
"…Really?"
"Yes." Ichigo sighed.
"Is that an invitation or an excuse?" mint asked.
"Both." Ichigo confirmed. "But I should alert my parents."
"Okay. I'll meet you at the park tomorrow in the morning, leave for ballet, and come back around 3:30. I'll stay at your place for the night."
"…Okay." Ichigo said.
"Goodbye, then, Ichigo."
"'Bye."
And Ichigo collapsed back on the bed and sighed. A whole night with mint? That could be rough. What had she gotten herself into?
"Itadakimasu!" Chancha, Honacha, Lucha, Honcha and Heicha all cried as they dug in.
"Itadakimasu." Croissant agreed, while fussing with her chopsticks. How was anyone supposed to eat with two sticks of plastic?? (Pudding thought they would be safest if they were plastic, not wood or metal.) Croissant tried this and that, until she was sure she'd never get the hang of this. She threw her chopsticks neatly onto the table, and dug in with her hands.
The five mini-monkeys giggled annoyingly at her bad table manners.
Croissant rolled her eyes and ignored them.
"What's for dessert?!" Heicha asked croissant with large, expectant eyes.
"Um," Croissant said, pondering. She had a sudden, rather common urge to show off her cooking skills. "What do you guys like?"
"Ice cream!!"
"Cookies!!!"
"Takoyaki!!"
"That's not a desert!"
"What do you know!"
"More than you!!"
Croissant groaned. She should have known better.
"All right, littlies!" she commanded. "Enough bickering!!!"
They stood to attention.
"I'm gonna bake a cake, and you're gonna eat it!!!"
They all cheered. Croissant wondered why she even tried to threaten them with a statement like that.
Pudding sat in her cage, staring blankly at the most crooked bar in her cage. She knew it was the most crooked because she'd spent hours comparing it to every other bar in the cage. (it's a pretty big cage. Kish didn't want Ichigo TOO uncomfortable.) But she STILL couldn't get out.
Tart was out somewhere, so she didn't bother to put on a brave face. She let her mind wander and let her face become whatever emotion overtook her.
"You okay?" something whispered in her ear.
Pudding snapped to attention. "What?"
"What's making you so sad?" the voice continued. "You can trust me."
"Okay." Pudding said, still not knowing who had spoke.
"What's troubling you?"
"Tart doesn't like me." Pudding sniffed.
"What!?" another voice gasped. "The Jerk!!! What's not to like!?"
"Oh shush," the first voice pouted. "Can't you see she's in mourning?"
"What, over that jerk?" snorted the second voice.
"Tart's not a jerk, pudding." The first voice said soothingly.
"Yeah," The second voice agreed, "except fort he part where he tries to annihilate earth and wipe out all humanity and then dumps you."
"Who are you?" Pudding questioned.
"Um, no one, your imagination!!!" The first voice rushed.
"I've never imagined anything this realistic before." Pudding accused.
The second voice sighed exasperatedly, "nooooo, really?"
"So who are you?"
"Oh, we're your conscience, pudding." The second voice snorted sarcastically.
The first voice maid a strangling sound in the back of its throat, and the second voice laughed. In pudding's ears.
Pudding slapped the sides of her heads, and felt two tiny figures pinned down in her palms.
"…Ow…" came a muffled voice from inside one of her curled palms as she brought her fists in front of her face.
She unfurled her fists. Inside each of them was a tiny being, about the height and width of her thumb. They had itty-bitty wings, and frames so skinny they might have shattered if you squeezed them. One was dressed in a long black cloak and a bandana around her sleek black hair. Her pale, see through skin contrasted against her midnight boots as well, which had large silver buckles. The other was wearing a light sundress; white with tints of purple complementing the comfortable purple slippers she sported. Her light, gently waving blonde hair framed her soft features and held a light purple hair band complete with ribbons.
"My conscious-es are cute!!" Pudding squealed at the tiny beings in her palms.
"We're not conscious-es," sighed the mini-being wearing the sundress.
"Hell, we could be," grinned the cloak-ey one. "We're good enough. Look how I handled this case!"
"You didn't handle anything!" spat back the sundress-ey one. "Look at the state she's in!!"
Cloak-ey looked up at puddings excited, happy expression and turned to smirk at sundress-ey.
These guys need names.
"So who are you?" Pudding asked innocently.
"Sprites from a planet in a different dimension. Our planet was blown up by dangerous chemical deposits in the earth." Sundress-ey explained.
"Yeah, but the one who really messed it up was an alien from a separate dimension who set it all off in an attempt to save his sister from the planet before it blew." Cloak-ey rolled her eyes. "It was plenty stable, woulda lasted us another century before it blew, but this guy comes and messes the whole thing up."
"So why are you here?" Pudding asked, confused.
"Dammit, do you listen?" swore Cloak-ey. "Our planet was blown up! Where ELSE should we be!!!"
"I don't know!" Pudding pouted.
"No wonder the jerk doesn't want to hang out with you!" Cloak-ey grumbled, hopping off pudding's palm. Sundress-ey followed her.
"What should I call you?" Pudding asked sundress-ey (finally).
"Call me Alice," Sundress-ey- GAH! No, Alice said. "And this is Kanako."
"Kanako," Pudding said, pointing her finger, "and Alice."
"Pudding," Kanako said sarcastically, pointing a frail finger at Pudding.
urgh. About here when I was writing this. I was really, really, really running out of ideas. I had not the slightest fragment of an idea. So alice and kanako were created. The dissapear later, because I get back on track, and now you're stuck wth the lame side characters. Please don't judge because they don't make sense nor add anything to the plot.
Review or finish the story then review. either way, it's a button and a few words. Surely you can handle that.
