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A/N: It's been so, so long… -shot dead- I'm sorry. I'm the worst fanfic writer ever. OTL English's not my first language. Excuse me for the bad grammar and stuff… n.n;
Italic words – Thoughts/thinking
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SUPER DRIVE
Chapter 5: The Charming Blonde Prince (Part 1)
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"T...that...was...t...tiring...," Witchkin complained when they finally reach the east town of the islands. "I thought I was going to die back there..."
"Uhm, really?" the blonde in blue jumper replied, turning his head back. "If I recalled it right...you've been walking for only 5 minutes and then you asked me for a piggy ride."
Witchkin gave Mark's back a punch. "Shut up. Why are you complaining? If you can't carry me, you're not fit to be a rancher! Now put me down already!"
I don't think being a rancher have anything to do about whether I can carry you on my back or not. "Uh, yeah," Mark sighed, bending down and released the young girl from his grasp. Aii...
Chelsea giggled behind the blonde. "Don't worry, Mark. Consider it training. You'll need that when you really become a rancher later. Hehe."
Mark blushed at the brown-haired rancher comment. "I...I guess so. I'll take your advice then Chelsea," he said and smiled sheepishly.
"Hmph," Vaughn grunted seeing the intimacy between the blonde-in-blue jumper and the rancher of Sunshine Islands. Now why would I be angry if Chelsea is close to Spiky Blonde? It has nothing to do with me. Nothing to do with me. Nothing to do with...
"Vaughn?" a voice brought him back to reality.
"What?" Vaughn snapped at the owner of the voice. Oh, shit-
Chelsea stared at Vaughn with a shock expression. "Are...are you um...okay?" she asked in a somehow scared tone.
The silver-haired man pulled the tip of his black hat down. Damn it. "Y...yeah," he answered her.
"I...see," she added, nodding at the man's words. "That's good then. You've been spacing out for a while so I thought something happens to you. It's a relieved to know that you're okay," she grinned.
"Uh...yeah," the silver-haired man replied her. "Ahem," he faked a cough. "Now what are we going to do, brat?" Vaughn asked the youngest in the group.
"Of course search for the horse just like my aunt said before," the girl rolled her eyes.
"I know that, genius," the silver-haired man replied back using the same tone he received from the younger girl. "I mean where are we going to search first? You do know that Sunshine Islands are a big place, didn't you?"
"Oh, right. A plan," Witchkin nodded. "Good idea. Anyone come up with something?" Witchkin asked, staring at the four older people in front of her.
Chelsea shook her head so hard that Witchkin worried her head might fell off anytime. "I don't have any right now."
Mark shook his head. "Not me. Sorry."
Will sighed and shook his head. "I apologize. I can't think of anything for now either."
Vaughn's eyebrows furrowed. "Don't look at me. You're the so called navigator here. It's your job to think one."
"Feh," Witchkin fumed. "You guys are useless. Must I be the one who do all the work here?"
All four people stared at her with 'Of-course-you-have-since-you're-the-one-who-will-guide-us-in-this-search' look. Vaughn shot her a sharp 'Remember-it's-your-fault-we're-in-this-mess' look.
Witchkin sweatdropped. "Okay, okay," she sighed in defeat. "I'll think of something...after we have something sweet to eat."
"What the-," Vaughn exclaimed. "You still have the mood to eat now? You should think of our next move and think it fast!"
"Maa...maa...," Will said, trying to calm the silver-haired man. "Calm down, Vaughn. Maybe Witchkin is tired after using her energy to chant the teleportation magic. It's natural that she's hungry when tired. Aren't we all the same when we're in the same state as her?" he added, smiling.
Chelsea nodded at the blonde-in-white's words. "Will's right, Vaughn. I'm hungry as well," she grinned at the silver-haired man.
"Che," Vaughn grunted. Thank Chelsea for this, brat. "Fine, fine. You better have some ideas of how to start our search by then, brat," he said, giving Witchkin the 'look' which the young girl replied with sticking her tongue out.
"Well then," Mark, who was keeping quiet and just watching the other group members argued breathe a sigh of relief. "Since everyone agree, let's move to the Café."
"What? Why don't we just go to the Diner?" Witchkin whined, pointing to Nick's Diner not far from them. "It's closer!"
"There's more sweet food at the Café, brat," Vaughn said and started moving. "Quit whining and move your ass already."
Witchkin stared at the silver-haired man. "You really should do something with the way you talk, Cowboy," she said to her and ran away before the silver-haired man manage to say something, joining Chelsea, Mark and Will who was waiting for her.
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The group arrived in front of the Haila's Café after walking for some minutes. Mark pushed the door open and entered it, followed by Chelsea, Witchkin, Will and finally Vaughn. The place is crowded with people and most of the seats are taken. They are lucky that a table is available and they choose the empty place, which is at the right of the counter and Chelsea started to scan her surrounding as soon as they take their seat.
"Oh, hey," she called the other group members. "Look at that couple over there!" she said, pointing at the table far east of the counter.
All heads turned to the direction and spotted a blonde woman, Julia and a pink-haired man, Elliot sitting together.
That couple is Julia and Elliot. Vaughn stared at the brown-haired rancher. It seems that she forgot not only us but other villagers of Sunshine Islands as well.
Mark almost laughs when he saw how Elliot's face turned blue when Julia forcefully poured the glass of milk in her hand to his mouth. Will and Chelsea giggled and Vaughn smirked while pulling the tip of his hat down watching the scene.
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"If you're a man, you have to drink it!" Julia said, frowning over the blue-faced pink-haired man. "And I can't believe that you're about to faint from just drinking a glass of milk, Elliot!"
"I...ugh...I'm not used...to dairy products, Julia," Elliot replied, trying his best not to vomit. "Especia...ly...ugh...mi...mil...milk..."
"Well, get used to it! You're marrying a daughter of a shop that deals with such stuff in a month! And I like milk! You as my husband should, at least, not making that funny face when drinking one!" the blonde retorted. "Come on. Drink more!" she said and tried to make the pink-haired man drink the milk she just ordered which make Elliot's eyes bulged out.
"Me...mercy, Julia..."
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Chelsea cannot control herself and laughed quietly. "I don't know what the blonde woman is trying to do but it seems that it is something the pink-haired man doesn't enjoy," she said and giggled again.
Mark nodded. "Poor Ell...I mean, the pink-haired man," he commented, being careful not to say Elliot's name out loud; knowing that the brunette rancher will have no idea who Elliot is and to prevent himself from get questioned more about said man.
"Indeed," Will makes her remarks about the couple. "I never thought that she is capable to make him drink something that he hated the most. Though, I must say, he is brave to do something like that."
"Right," Chelsea said between laugh. "But did you hear what she's just said? They're going to get married in a month! She's so lucky to get such a daring husband!"
Vaughn's eyebrows furrowed. She considered that timid with pink colored hair man as brave man?
"Pardon me for asking this, Chelsea..." Will popped a question, looking straight at Chelsea's face. "Do you prefer that type of man to be your husband?"
Mark and Vaughn's eyes widen in shock. They turned to the blonde-in-white, wondering if he is joking when asking such a blunt question.
Will is serious. Mark turned to Vaughn and saw that he too, noticed that the other blonde is serious. I wonder what Vaughn is thinking now.
Chelsea blinked at Will's sudden question. "Eh?" she replied, blushing a little. "Uhm...not really...The pink-haired man is...uhm, not my type," she grinned.
Mark can see Will's serious face turned back to his usual calm expression. I wonder why he asked Chelsea that? Meh, at least I don't have to worry losing Chelsea over Elliot...Ehe...
"Done?" Witchkin cuts in, lazily tapping her fingers on the table. "Come on! Order something to eat! I'm starving!" she whined to the older people in front of her.
"Oh, yeah," Vaughn rolled his eyes at the younger girl. "I totally forgot about this brat."
Witchkin glared at the silver-haired man. "I'm so tempted to turn you into a frog now."
"Do it if you dare," Vaughn glared at her back, ignoring the other three people sweatdropped seeing him bickering with a young girl. Pfft. Like I care.
"Now, now guys... Chelsea said, trying to calm the two people beside her. "Let's call the waiter and order something to eat, okay?"
"Uhh, yeah," Mark added and raised his hand, calling the waiter who was standing not far from their table.
The waiter approached them and started giving them the menu. They opened it and browse in silent while the waiter pulled out a pen and a small book from his pocket.
"Um...I'll have...Miso Soup and a Fried Egg," Chelsea said and closed the menu, putting it back on the table and turned to the waiter who was busy writing her order in his book.
"Sandwich here," Mark said placed the menu on top of Chelsea's.
"One Onion Salad and a glass of water please," Will smiled at the waiter, putting down the menu in his hand.
"Me...Let's see...Candied Yam, Strawberry Candy, Soybean Rice Candy, Yam Gelatin, Toasted Rice Ball, Toast, French Toast and...uhm... a Sandwich... Yeah, that's all," Witchkin grinned, closing the menu book and handed it to the waiter.
Vaughn stared at the youngest girl in the group. "I hope you have enough money in that little pouch of yours to pay all those food you've ordered, brat," he said coolly to her and proceeded to order his own food.
Several minutes later...
"Ahh...that was good...," Witchkin said, wiping her mouth with the white napkin in her hand. "I can eat more of the sweet food and will still have empty space in my stomach for seconds!"
"You can't be serious," Mark stared at her. "Such petite figure can actually hold in that amount of food?"
"Hey! Who're you calling short?" Witchkin pouted, glaring at the blonde with blue baseball cap. "If you insist on knowing, I have a second stomach for sweets," she proudly added, rubbing her stomach.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks for the information...I guess?" Mark replied, scratching his chin. Did I ask her that? "So, anyway...What are we going to do now that we've filled our stomach...and get rid of that 'I carve for sweet things' of yours, Witchkin."
Witchkin paused from wiping her mouth with a white napkin. "Good question," she replied, placing the napkin down. "I have no idea."
Vaughn almost choked on the water he's drinking. "The hell- Quit with the crap, brat. You've said you WILL think of something after we get something SWEET to eat," he said, emphasizing the word 'will' and 'sweet' to show his irritation towards the younger.
"I did. I just can't think of anything...at all...," Witchkin added. She shrugged. "Maybe all these sweet stuff makes me unable to think of any good idea right now."
The silver-haired man turned to the rancher in the group. "Can I strangle her?" he asked her, temporarily forgot that the Witch Princess told her not to harm the little girl.
"Whoa, Vaughn...Calm down there," Chelsea sweatdropped. "It's not an easy task for a small child to think of something big in a short time. We should give her more time to think."
Will nodded. "I agree. Or perhaps we can help her think of something? It is, after all, a plan that we should work on as a team. It wouldn't hurt if we share our ideas to devise a plan, no?" he added with a smile.
"Hmm. Well said, Will," Mark nodded in agreement. "I think-"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait wait...," Mark's words were cut off by Witchkin. "You guys make it sounds like I'm a complete idiot," she glared at the older across the table. "I am fully capable thinking of a plan on my own, thank you very much," she added and rose from her seat. "Here, I'll show you the first step in my plan," she raised her right hand's index finger. "Let's go ask where she," she pointed to Chelsea. "...of these islands live. It's a brilliant plan, right?" Witchkin remarked proudly.
The four older people in the group blinked their eyes at her, not knowing how to reply the brilliant plan-as the younger claimed it to be-she told them.
"Uhm...," Chelsea was the first to break the awkward silence. "B-but if the location of the Café is the same in our universe, wouldn't it be the same here as well?"
"Y-yeah," Mark agreed. "I mean, it's so obvious where Chelsea of these islands live; the Ranch Island north of Verdure Island."
"I agree," Will added. "Perhaps it'll be best if we visited the farm first. Who knows, we might actually find the animals there."
Vaughn nodded. "Will's idea works for me," he said and turned to Witchkin. "Your so-called brilliant plan is just as dumb as you."
Witchkin's face turned red from embarrassment. "You...you guys are ganging up on me! Especially you! You!" she pointed at Vaughn. Standing up, she started to leave. "My plan IS brilliant! I'll show you when I go ask-Omph!"
Witchkin's words trailed off when she bumped into someone who she doesn't seem to notice walking pass by her when she turned around from her seat. The girl fell to the floor with a 'thud'.
"Oh my goddess! I'm so sorry! A-are you okay, little girl?" the other kneel over, obviously worried about the child who's been accidently bumped down.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Sheesh. Why do people worry about me so much? I'm not so little-," Witchkin paused when she saw the other person who she's accidently bumped into. "Ooohhhh...Looks like we don't have to go far looking for her, eh?" she turned her group and smirked. "Lady Luck's on our side."
The rancher was in shock. Is that...me? Whoa... Chelsea was stunned, as she never expected to see herself, not a reflection from a mirror, standing in front of her.
Vaughn and Mark's eyes widen in shock while Will went speechless. Talk about doppelganger. That's Chelsea of this universe, right?
"Oh, um...," Chelsea (2) scratched her chin, feeling uncomfortable with the looks that the 4 persons gave her. "Am I in trouble?" she asked as she stands up.
Will was the first to recover from the shock. "Oh, no...No. I apologize, Che-Miss," he replied her. It's kind of weird not calling her Chelsea. "I'm sorry that Witchkin bumped into you. She wasn't looking at where she's going."
"My bad," Witchkin added casually. "I'm not hurt anyway."
"Ah, good. I mean, it's my fault as well. I, too, wasn't looking where I was going," Chelsea (2)'s shoulder relaxed from the tense earlier and she smiled. "I'm just glad that she's not hurt. That was quite a fall."
"I'm a tough lady," Witchkin smirked, showing thumbs up to Chelsea (2).
Chelsea (2) let out a small laugh. "You're an energetic young lady," she said to her, patting her head.
Usually I'll be angry you do that but I'll overlook it this time, Chelsea. "Of course," Witchkin added. "Such fall have no effects on me."
Chelsea (2)'s lips curled into a smile. "But if you're hurt anywhere, just tell me, okay?" Chelsea (2) said again. "I don-" her words were cut off by a hand on her shoulder. She spun around to see said hand's owner. "Oh, it's you."
"What has happened?" come the voice of the hand's owner as Chelsea moved to her side to make way for said owner.
Will's eyes widen just like Vaughn and Mark's when he saw the other person who just appeared.
On Mystic Islands (original universe)...
Witch Princess's eyes were glued on the crystal ball on the table in front of her. "The first round is finally here, eh? Good luck, Princess and her knights," she smirked and rose, moving to the nearest shelf to look for her video camera. "The game's officially start. Now entertain me, as much as you can, kiddos..."
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A/N: There. An update after who-knows-how-long. Oh, gawd. OTL A-anyway, I just realized I messed up the setting in the previous and this chapter (the earlier paragraph before the Chelsea make a comment about Elliot and Julia was written since last year. Seriously. And I'm too lazy to edit it...Ehe... XD) the previous chapter used the surrounding in IoH while I used SI here. Just, um, pretend that there's a mountain like in IoH's jungle in uh, Meadow Island... –nervous laugh- OTL Oh, and I'll be using the term (2) after a name to indicate that he/she's from another universe of the original Vaughn, Chelsea, Will and Mark.
...Tale of Two Towns is killing me with all the farm upgrades... OTL