FLH Ch. 2
A Pucca Party Isn't a Party Without A Ninja Star
KIM'S POV:
So school was a total bust. Pucca kept sighing sadly and it hurt her even more to see her drool over the arrogant ninja Garu. She sulked all day! I swear it was like a funeral around her. Ching and I were plotting our revenge scheme by second period and exacted it by lunch.
Pucca was still outwardly perky though. When she handed out flyers for her party, her Pucca-ness shone like a star. Finally, it was time to head to the Goh-Rong. I couldn't wait for her to see the cake I made her. Complete with a little something extra…
NORMAL:
Pucca was getting dressed when Kim knocked. "Come in…" she sang.
"Alright…" Kim sang back. She came into the room wearing a lime green turtleneck dress, with black thigh length tights and black wedge-heeled lace-up boots. Her short red-dyed hair was tied to the side and cascaded over her left shoulder.
"You look amazing, Kim!" Pucca gushed.
"Not as amazing as you do. Is that a new dress?
She was decked out in a Victorian style dress with a red base. Her dress was moderately puffy and probably harder to walk in, but she insisted on looking like a princess when her "prince" bestowed his undying love upon her.
"Uncle Dumpling had it made especially for today…" She twirled in it. "Isn't it fabulous?" Pucca beamed.
"Well the party people are arriving. All we're missing is the star of the show. You'd better hurry up."
Garu trudged through the forest, carrying his present for Pucca on his back. He hoped she wouldn't hold this morning attitude against him. He'd had to protect his secret project from her at all costs.
He chuckled to himself. Only two years ago and he wouldn't have dared to hope Pucca would forgive him. But a lot had changed since then. She'd changed a lot since then.
While Pucca had always been adorable (adorably annoying as well) as an eleven year old, the teenage Pucca had grown into the adorability and conformed it to beauty.
Her night-black hair now reached the backs of her knees, kept up either by elastic bands or her freakishly powerful telekinesis, her deep brown eyes that were usually aimed at him in love, now framed by long lashes that just set off her porcelain skin, her cheerful giggle when he said something sarcastic; what wasn't to love.
He really hoped she liked the silver statue he'd molded in her likeness. He had been studying the silversmith craft for a little over a year now, since he'd heard she loved silver. Now he could give her a statue to match her beauty and purity.
He cursed as he sensed his old enemy, Tobey.
"We meet again, Garu," Tobey growled. The eighteen year old ninja was dressed as if they were still thirteen.
"What Toby? I'm kind of busy."
"Busy dodging my assassination attempts!" Tobey roared. He leaped at Garu, eyes red with rage and insomnia.
Garu dodged and started ninja-sprinting through the trees, Tobey not too far behind. Splitting into three "Garu"s, the real Garu dropped the statue off by the sewage pipes, careful not to let it fall into the leak the city still hadn't fixed. Then he jumped back into the fight.
Darting this way and that in the branches, the two ninjas parried and lunged at leisure until they fell into the Goh-Rong. The party music whirred to an abrupt stop and the guests stared in shock.
"Garu, man," his best friend Abyo called to get his attention.
It wasn't until some unknown force yanked him out of Tobey's reach that he noticed an angry looking Pucca.
"My DRESS!" she shrieked at them.
AnimeKitty: Oh, no! They ruined the dress! I spent a lot of time deciding what it would look like! LOL! Anyways, I'm going to be taking break from a few of my fanfictions, like Funny Love High (FLH) and Midnight Sparkle. BTW, thanks to all of you who send me reviews. It's an ego booster and I appreciate the traffic my stories get. Comment some more please.