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Thanks, everyone! Yes, I know I have a poll to follow…But I decided that I will handle it like I do requests. I'll take it, and write it when the idea has time to warm up in my brain. So…I decided to do Silverdawn2010's request first! Haha, funny; I told her it would be a while…guess not. :P Hope this justifies your idea, Silverdawn2010! Onwards, march!

Chapter twenty-three

Just Like Your Mother

It was a very, very…odd, emotion. That's what she had decided anyway.

And she didn't even have a name for this new-found feeling. She hardly even knew it was emotion. But after a while, when she had seen a pattern-when her heart sped up upon seeing him, when all the heat went to her cheeks- she knew it had to be something. There had to be a reason, and it had to be an emotion of some sort.

It was just so…different, from all her other feelings. She always felt so much more alive when the emotion haunted her, when it found its way into her mind. And it always appeared when she saw him.

What confused her most wasn't just the emotion. It was that and the boy, mixed together, forcing her heart to spin when she saw him, forcing her to turn her flushed face from his as they passed simultaneously in the hall.

Sometimes he'd say hi to her, maybe even wave. He seemed to try and talk to her, every now and then. He was even nice to her crazed brothers, which was saying something, since they were wild to the extreme, and she knew him to be mellow and quiet; the kid who sat in the back of the classroom and observed everyone, maybe with hypercritical eyes, maybe not. She knew he didn't have disapproving eyes, however. Rather, he had the most gorgeous sky-blue eyes she had ever seen. They were like blue icicles, and they suited his yellow spiky fur-coat well.

In a way, the feeling, the longing to stare into his eyes, scared her. She didn't know what any of it meant. Was she supposed to want to talk to him? Was he supposed to always be on her mind, like some kind of parasite within her?

"Yo, Mobius to Violet."

Startled, the young teenager broke out of her daydreams and stared up at her father, a far away look written across her face.

"Huh?" she asked, blinking innocently. "Did I miss anything?" Kyler, who sat beside her sister on the living room couch, snorted in laughter, which for her, was like a giggle.

"Yeah," Kyler drawled out, smirking teasingly at her little sister. "Dad asked ya a question. About how school went." Violet turned to her father, who merely raised an eyebrow, grinning himself. He had a feeling he knew what Violet had been thinking of.

"Wanna split?" the hedgehog asked. It was his way of asking a person if they wanted to talk somewhere in private.

Hesitating, Violet considered her options. She could either continue pondering what she was feeling, or she could ask her father, who, even though he was hardly in touch with his emotions either, might at least know the name of the mood. Turning to Kyler, she silently asked if she could go without Kyler getting upset. They were in the middle of a TV program. Kyler motioned with her hands.

Go on.

Smiling, the violet hedgehog stood from her place on the couch.

"Alright, Dad," she started. "Let's go."

Immediately, Sonic put the girl in his arms bridal style, revved up, and ran out of the house, barely recalling how much Amy hated it when he did that.

Violet screamed, giggling, laughing as the wind roughly rushed past her. She loved it when her Dad did this; when he would just run, free like a bird, only faster, faster than the speed of sound, faster than a bolt of lighting…

Suddenly, the wind stopped pressing against her light form, the sky stopped spinning, and she blinked, dazed and dizzy as Sonic gently set her down on her own two feet. Stepping away, the blue hedgehog sighed happily as he plopped down underneath his favorite oak tree, where initials were carved right above his head. Violet gracefully sat down on the opposite end of the tree, a seating arrangement as old as she. Whenever they came here to talk, that's how things went. Never to be changed or altered.

A silence fell between daughter and father, as a gentler wind that didn't try to pull away Violet's skin played with the hedgehogs' quills, and the leaves above their heads. The sun set leisurely further in the horizon, causing the colors purple, red, and orange to dance across the sky. Violet couldn't help but sigh merrily herself.

"I love it when you take me here," she started.

"You know why I took ya here this evening?" His question was nonchalant.

"Because the wind took you here," was her natural response, and she was surprised when her father abruptly replied,

"Not even." Sitting up, the girl forced herself not to break the tradition and look at her father curiously.

"You're serious?" she inquired. There was a momentary pause in the conversation.

"You know," Sonic started, "me and your Mom got married two hills away from here. Did ya know that?" He didn't wait for her response, knowing she was nodding on the other side of the oak tree. "And did you know that when we were younger, your Mom begged me to write our initials in this tree? I didn't even like her then. She was just an annoying pip-squeak who wouldn't leave me alone."

Violet giggled, loving how her father described his stories.

"But now you're glad she made you," she said, knowing he was thinking that general thought. Sonic chuckled.

"Yeah," he mused. "Now I'm glad." The blue hedgehog shook his head, remembering. He turned slightly to his daughter, not quite facing her. "Seems you've got your eyes on someone." He winked, even though he knew she wouldn't see it, and he imagined her face turn red at his blunt statement.

"W-what makes you think that?" the child stuttered. "I don't like anyone right now, Dad. How could you think that?"

"'Cause you sound nervous." He laughed. "And 'cause you were starin' off to space when I tried talkin' to ya back at home."

"I'm always 'looking off to space'!" Violet retorted, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't like anyone. Geez..."

"You sure?"

"Why'd you take me here anyway?"

"'Cause we're talking about feelings. And these hills have certainly seen a bunch of emotions in the last…well, for a long time." Sonic blushed secretly, remembering all the dates out here, all the star-gazing, the wedding… "You may tell me it's nothing. But I know the eyes of someone with a crush. I've seen the look a billion times."

"Yeah, from who?" Violet snapped, still embarrassed that her own Dad thought she liked some boy.

"Your mother."

An awkward silence hung over the father and daughter, like some sort of unwanted black cloud. Biting her lip, Violet recalled all her father's stories about her mother over the recent years. She knew she didn't know half of them, especially the stories of Sonic ignoring her, but she did know he did used to get irked from the pink hedgehog. She did know that he'd been friends with her when she was the only one holding love in her eyes. And yet, the only thing she could think to say, was,

"Oh."

A hush. A mute laugh from the blue hedgehog. Then, from Sonic's side of the tree:

"You're just like your Mom. She used to deny it too."

Yeah…let's just all pretend that Amy denied liking Sonic the first few days she knew him…haha. Thanks for reading, everyone, and thanks for the idea, Silverdawn2010!

~Ksonic~