Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.
AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: Okay, I'm not insane, this is a real word. Sperple. Yet I have looked for this word both in reading and popular online dictionaries and it's not even there. BUT IT'S REAL! I found it in the game Balderdash and I vowed one day I would use this word since it sounded so awesome. The meaning of the word? "To run off in all directions" (adding weird words that nobody knows is fun! I should do it more often). By the way, I'm starting to edit the first 10 chapters of the story, it's hard work getting through all of the God-awful writing, but I'm managing it…kind of.
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Ditto shifted the cooler in his hands into another position. The weight of the durable cooler pressed down against his now screaming, red hands. By now, he wanted to drop the cooler where it was and have the picnic where it falls.
But Stinkfly would have none of it. Handling only the folded up blanket and a Frisbee, she eagerly motioned Ditto along through the Academy's central park. Ditto gave a forced smile and said nothing about the weight of the cooler. He was a gentleman after all.
Finally, Stinkfly motioned a spot and Ditto dropped the cooler in relief. It hit the grassy floor making a thunk! sound. The ice could be heard from within as they jostled around each other and the food. Ditto too flopped onto the ground and relaxed there for a brief moment. No one has ever called him the most fit creature ever and no one in their right mind should.
If Stinkfly noticed that Ditto was tired, she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she took the red blanket, unfolded it, and lay it down gently upon the grassy ground. Grabbing the Frisbee, she said, "Let's play Frisbee before we eat!"
Ditto staggered back upon his feet. Shaking his hands he said, "Alright, I'm going long!"
Ditto suggested the idea of tossing a Frisbee around before they settled down even though he wasn't good at it. He didn't mind that though, Stinkfly seemed not to for she screamed, "Here it comes!"
She then flung the disc at Ditto, and even though he was 15 feet away from her, she missed him entirely. The white toy went flying through the air and landed no where near Ditto. Ditto smiled, apparently, she wasn't good at Frisbee either.
As Ditto ran up to the fallen disc, she cried out, "Sorry!" Ditto shouted back "That's okay! Here!"
His throw also went wide, but unlike Ditto who didn't catch it at all, Stinkfly took off from the ground and nabbed it like a dragonfly would catch its prey in midair. Hesitating for only a brief second, she twirled about in the air and flung it back at Ditto. This time, Ditto was ready. For since he knew not where the disc would go, he separated himself into many copies.
"Wow!" exclaimed Stinkfly who was impressed with Ditto's super powers, "That guy can sperple like no other!"
Yes, Ditto's sperpling method was very useful in this situation. For as the copies ran off this way and that, the wayward Frisbee fell back down to the ground with one of the copies catching it in his small hands.
The copied Ditto pulled back his hand and released the Frisbee once again. Stinkfly dove to the flying disc and caught it with ease, but with all her eyes concentrating on that one disc, she flew right into a large tree. The Dittos cringed as they saw Stinkfly tumble down the tree, hitting each of the thick branches along the way.
After that mishap, Ditto and Stinkfly decided it was time for them to do something else. Not quite ready to sit down and eat, they decided to walk around the small lake that was in the center of the park. As they ducked underneath large boughs and jumped over small mud holes, they talked to one another about how there life was going.
"You know that town that lives not far away from the Academy?"
"Yeah."
"Well, their local theatre department is putting up a new play and after auditioning I have successfully gotten one of the main roles!"
Though Stinkfly was fan of neither acting nor music she knew that it meant a lot to Ditto. Clapping her hands in a polite manner she said, "That's great, Ditto! I'm glad you got it! What kind of show is it?"
At this point, Ditto puffed himself up and replied in an operatic voice, "It is a musical! Written many of my planet's years ago, Three Diamonds and a Ruby is about the meeting of two different species, both of different social classes, and their love amidst a political revolution.'
Returning back to his calm, natural voice he said, "You actually know one of the other leads of the story."
"I do?" said Stinkfly, she was thoroughly confused since she didn't know any of her friends acted.
"Yes, Ripjaws."
"Ah," now Stinkfly remembered. Ripjaws always loved to act even though she hardly told anyone about it. She seemed almost embarrassed every time the subject came up.
At this point they came across a log that was sprawled across part of the lake. Ditto hesitated not a moment longer and jumped upon the mossy log, stepping lightly across its greenish back. Stinkfly followed suit and jumped on as well.
Ditto peered down into the murky water and did not see the muddy bottom. An aquatic creature was near the surface and it eyed Ditto as if he was the most unusual thing it had ever seen. After blinking several times, the aquatic creature splashed back down into the water.
When Ditto got to the end of the log, he jumped off and landed upon the damp ground. Being a gentleman as he was, he held out his hand for Stinkfly to help her out even though she had wings. Stinkfly smiled at such manners and took the hand.
And then Ditto decided to do a little test. He held onto Stinkfly's hand even when she was off the dank log. If Stinkfly pulled it away, he would act like nothing ever happened. If she didn't, well, he was working on that.
And indeed Stinkfly did not let go. Ditto had to force himself not to look at their interlocking hands in surprise. In fact, he had a hard time trying to conceal his astonishment about it altogether. Acting as if it were very natural, Ditto and Stinkfly walked around the lake back to their picnic site.
Once the trek was done, Stinkfly and Ditto resumed their picnic and opened the heavy cooler. Stinkfly decided just to skip the plates all together and dig into the sour cream salad bowl like Wildmutt would when he attacks a helpless prey. Ditto watched in spry amusement as he saw her eat away the food. He himself took a sandwich and nibbled it away. Once Stinkfly was done, she seemed to come to her senses and looked embarrassed as she realized she made somewhat of a mess of herself. Ditto just waved his hand to the side to show that he didn't mind. He then handed her a napkin which she grabbed awkwardly and wiped her mouth with. Ditto then pulled out a cup and tossed it to her. She grabbed it with ease and looked at him questionably. He said nothing and pulled out an alcoholic beverage that was in a majestic blue bottle. Stinkfly was impressed, it was illegal to have alcohol of any kind on Academy grounds, for Ditto to have a potent (and a tasty potent at that) drink with him showed that he had tastes and skill.
Opening the bottle, he motioned her over. She crawled close enough, close enough that he could feel her breath upon him, that he poured the bottle into her cup. He then pour himself one and raised it up to her, "To our relationship!" he said.
Stinkfly did the same thing and said, "Ditto!"
Ditto heard that joke so many times that it grown stale, but when Stinkfly said it he laughed and the two clinked their mugs together.
They drank.
Stinkfly took one pull, threw aside her mug and pulled Ditto in.
Ditto was not use to such aggressiveness from a female but he found out that he liked it! He submerged himself into Stinkfly's embrace. He felt his heart beat faster and felt so happily warm.
Stinkfly pulled away, sooner than he would have liked but that was understandable since it was a first kiss. He felt euphoric at the moment.
But his euphoria soon melted away when he saw the look on Stinkfly's face. She looked overall confused.
"I feel…" she said, "That I have tasted these lips before…"
Oh shit. thought Ditto, please, by the powers above, please let her not remember that night.
But Stinkfly did remember. All four of her eyestalks straightened out, a sign her species show when they're surprise, and said in a startled voice, "You! That night! It was you who stole the girls' underwear!"
Ditto blushed deeply, the way she said underwear made his inside's almost tear up, "Listen…"
"NO!" Stinkfly took several steps back, "Your one of those sick perverts, aren't you?"
"No!" stammered Ditto as he stood up, "It's nothing like that!"
"Oh? So, what is it really like?"
"I…I'm an amateur thief. In fact, the Enigma Force is made up of amateur thieves. We love to steal things."
Stinkfly was taken aback by this comment, whatever she was expecting that wasn't it.
Trying to find her voice she said, "So what…are you one of those klepto…thingys?"
"Kleptomaniac? Oh, no. Kleptomaniacs steal things without even realizing they're stealing them. We're fully realized that we steal objects of value."
He gave a shrug as if it was a fact of life.
"Why?" enquired Stinkfly.
"Have you ever felt bored with your life? Like everything was too easy? I did, and then I discovered that stealing things gave a spice in life. Imagine it." Ditto's voice grew almost maniacal as he was saying this, his fingers twitched with energy, "the threat of being discovered and punished. Pitting one's wits and intelligence against another's. And the prize is the very thing you steal. It's so…amazing."
Stinkfly didn't know what to think of all of it. Stealing? Was this worse than being a pervert? She shook her head, of course it was.
"But…you lied to me!" she said, "You knew about this all along and you never told me! You could have at least told me about your stealing…habit."
Ditto looked sad at this and said, "Stinkfly…"
"No…I…I got to go, goodbye, Ditto,"
Stinkfly turned around and without a second glance took off leaving a lonely and sad Ditto behind. Stealing his fluttering heart away and leaving behind a heavy cooler.