Oh gods, I literally couldn't stop pouring over Amazon reviews for a flatulent product that sure be'd Cute Toot House's number one weapon of choice! Guess what it is! Hint: Green Mom's faviourite thing to do whenever she teases Pit or any other CTH member! xD
Speaking of flatulence, I'm not Yoshizilla. Damn that CTH poster! "UNLEASH THE STENCH... YOSHIZILLA STYLE"- each member wearing shades while holding a bottle of Liquid Ass in the direction of thier pose.
Dammit! Get it out of my mind! xP
I'm not that crazy about making female (and male) smashers sulfur from the windy issue. Just a normal authoress like Lendra writing about a white haired boy's survival throughout AJRA and the rest of Future Europe. Mind me if I make him OCC- mainly with amnesia, depression, starvation, until he suffers with- Oh, I don't wanna tell you yet. You maybe found the answer in the summary! xD
Yup, since he was with the CTH before he moved to the HTK, if you feel slightly disgusted/disturbed at the mention of Robin suffering with gas, it's NORMAL PEOPLE. Just deal with it. The air replaces the hunger.
Enjoy!
It was a do or die time.
Escape or land in jail.
As quick as his Thoron spell move, he ducked and crawled underneath the Touran, breathing making his heart beat faster in fear.
From his view, wheels slowly passed ahead as he felt a rush of hot air hit his reddened face.
Rolling over, Robin was about to stand up when a pearl red Fiat Punto sped towards him in flashing fury.
This was it...
A death of a criminal.
With the driver yanking the horn repeatedly, it obnoxiously assaulted his ears as his body worked in sync with his mind to physically roll back under the Touran.
Panting and thanking Naga that his life was spared, Robin's brown eyes caught the car signaling to the right, the driver muttering irritated remarks inaudible to his ears.
A feeling of guilt returned as he rolled over into the open and find a curious gray terrier sniffing his face.
Following the leash all the way up to the towering feminine figure dressed in a fur faux coat, the blonde haired lady looked displeased with her dog and tugged the leash in warning to move on.
It was as if the whole world hated him now for just a few colored paper.
Slowly standing up, Robin gave out a confused sigh and walked back to the Touran, shutting the door and resuming his path.
Trying his best not make tears return, he made a squared turn around the school and came back the way he did.
The gray depressed clouds slowly drifted in and decided to sob softly, trickling it's tears down the front windshield of the Touran, vipers switched on to help himself focus on the road.
An SBB cargo train dragged it's load of rain-rusted semi containers while roaring underneath the bridge, the squeals of wheels running across the tracks made his heart jump in sync to the repetitive beat of the train tracks.
Before rolling to complete stop at the intersection towards the tunnel to St. Jakob, through the rain pelted window were several Ylissean elders waiting for the tram- A lot of them glancing around in random directions while a few decided to kill time by reading the newspaper while puffing out smoke into the clean crisp air.
Strange. Ylisseans don't even care about newspapers. Why are the elders still nosing themselves into that useless information?
The staring habit returned to him as Robin shook his head forcefully to snap out of the daze.
But old people were old people.
They never cared to handle the youth technology we now call the "Internet."
Still digging in into the classics, that's for sure.
With the light turned green, Robin was still hypnotized by the elders when a loud horn behind him signaled him to move on.
Muttering a 'sorry', he respected the driver behind him and left turned to the tunnel that shortly got him into the intersection of St. Jakob.
It was the same view and feeling as last time- the city buses, trams, and lots of people using the stripes to get themselves around the city.
Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, Robin pretty much calculated how many minutes it would take from fleeing Ylisstol and arriving in Solothurn. He had luck due to one friend that helpfully took him along on their way to the capital of Old Ylisse back then (1).
Donnel.
The country bumpkin with the heart of helping the Shepherds fight against a Plegian attack (bandits; Risen; etc.) now took care of his own farm in Olten, gladly along with the help of his father who now grew old and watched his son doing all the work through the window while rocking softly back and forth in wooden rocking chair.
Plus, it would be luck for him to have a refill due to the fuel tank now halfway.
Slowly rolling forward, his heart now sank at the sight of a traffic jam that snaked through Sankt Jakobs strasse 377, hoping that the line would slowly decrease into an easy flow.
But his right foot lightly released the brake pad, the car rolling 2 inches before coming to a complete stop.
With his ears catching random talk through the window, Robin turned to look at several people waiting for the tram. A couple stood by, trying their best to take care of 3 naughty teenagers running around in circles and passing a soccerball back and forth.
Smiling at the sight of the family moment, a tear trickled down his cheek. Where was hisfamily moment with the AweSomE cast?
He never felt this lonely before.
Of course, he had Chrom by his side but it never occurred to him why he sometimes ordered the tactician to work as his slave in the City Hall.
List of "Stay -Away from"
1. Police
2. Fish Freak
There. Completely noted many times in his amnesiac brain.
Biting his lip from thinking about family moments with the AweSomE cast, Robin felt a loud and deep thud!bump the side of his Touran.
Moving the vacuum in the back seat behind him, brown eyes widened in shock towards the bratty young monster juggling the ball and using the side of the car as a helpful wall.
The kid continued to laugh and smile, teasing his sad feelings. The mother noticed the extremely un-accepting behavior and grew impatient, barking a warning for him to stop.
But the kid refused, still bouncing the ball against his car.
Robin couldn't take it but slide the window down and helpfully add "My car's not used for soccer practice, you know!" but before he could blurt out with a stern tone, the kid unleashed an evil giggle and heartlessly kicked the ball hard towards his cheek.
"Ulz!" the lady scolded, face turning red towards the giggling child who simply had no shame on what he did just now. "Sagen Sie jetzt Entschuldigung! (Say sorry right now!)"
"Wie so? Ich habe nicht et was gemacht! (Why? I haven't done anything wrong!)" Ulz lied, straightening up to defend himself from trouble.
Raising an eyebrow while nursing his cheek, Robin wondered why there was no proper discipline to the kid. Perhaps she didn't want people around her to notice the troublesome kid to deal with his steaming devil mother.
"Geh! Jetz! (Go! Now!)" the mother forcefully pushed her son towards the window, where he glanced up in tears towards a relaxed tactician.
"Entschuldigung." he quietly choked back as he glanced down, the mother raving while she softly slapped the back of his head, then returned a look of ensureity, "Tut meir leid, meine kind is immer so. (Please forgive me, my child is like this everytime.)"
"No, it's alright." he smiled, feeling bad for the mother who now clutched Ulz close to her.
A SECOND horn from the car behind him made him jump out of his seat in surprise as he yet excused another 'sorry' and slapped his mind about his in-attentiveness, moving forward to his destination.
After a few minutes of cruising down St. Jakob-strasse, Robin yawned while he felt his stomach rumble in need of food.
Food.
Probably a nice dinner at Donnel's house once he arrives in Olten.
If he manages to get there if a black shape didn't leave his mouth hanging agape. It was noticed in a flash as he wildly u-turned the white Touran around and shoulder parked on the sandy patch full of used cars.
Heart beating in astonishment, Robin couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Sandwiched between a green 07 Toyota Auris and a white 04 Skoda Octavia, was a nice 2007 nighthawk black pearl Volkswagen Touran TDI, the front grille gleaming strongly under the rays of the sun.
Already two men- a customer and a sales guy- finished circling around the Octavia and nodded in interest towards the black Touran, both of them engaged in a conversation.
Staring at them for a few more minutes in hesitation and worry, Robin decided to think.
The white one he was currently driving was stolen as emergency. But it was unknown to him on how or why he stole it in the first place if he already had his original black Touran.
And how did it end up in this used car dealership in the first place? Both Cia and Douche flew ahead of time, before he could catch up with them in his 'revived' Prius. But it turned out the HTK lover wasn't aware of taking the fabled mini van and completely flew ahead with Douche in their green 1999 Renault Twingo.
Blowing out a frustrated sigh, Robin laid his head back and stared up at the ceiling, coming up with a plan to get his Touran back before the guy signs the agreement.
He could very well abandon the white Touran (keys left in ignition) and try his best to swipe the keys to his beloved car. But how will he move his janitorial supplies if it's too late already? No, leave the stuff behind. Just take anything important and skedaddle.
Hitting up Plan A, he opened the door and quietly stepped out, lobbing the keys on the seat before closing it silently, tiptoeing behind the second row of cars before cowering behind an Peugeot Boxer van.
Cautiously peeking towards the back of the Touran, his heart almost leaped out his chest in awe. Usually the bumper sported stickers which read "I (heart) Pie." and "Fat Camp" with a cartoon pig on it.
They never bothered to remove the stickers since it was given to them like that after it got towed from a fire parking lane near the St. Jakob's shopping center. Cia was sometimes careless wherever she parked.
The sales guy urged the customer to buy it by giving out full details of the car and persuading him that it's brand new even through it had been through a car wash about two times.
Please don't take it. Please don't take it.he begged in thought, hands in a prayer pose.
Tears leaked from his eyes as the customer took the clip board with joy and was about to mark his name when Robin broke forward with a cry, "STOP!"
The two men turned towards the white haired boy now on his knees wailing, "Please don't take this car! It's the only car I have! My parents threw me out, I'm married, and I apologize for my wife parking in the fire lane! Please?"
Blinking confused looks, the sales guy scratched his nose and squinted his eyes as if he knew him for a long time, "Are you sure you're the owner of this car?"
"Yes!" Having the sense to strongly break out the reply, he dashed forward towards the glove compartment in search of the Vehicle Registration Form (AJRA).
"Robin Delahaye?" the sales guy continued, the customer deciding to dismiss this car and browse over the others.
"That's me sir." pulling out his ID, he panted in hope, the salesguy nodding in approval.
"Alright. Well, since he came first, finders keepers, losers weepers. Have a nice day, kid." the salesguy gruffly turned around and finished his job by making the customer sign the agreement. Pulling out the keys-His keys with a clinking pie charm and pig plushie-he smiled that Templar smile, "All yours buddy."
Twitching uncomfortably with tears at the sight of the customer hopping in, Robin kneeled down and banged the sandy ground with his fists, continuing to see his beloved black Touran right signal and screech off down the road in a flash.
Another car lost besides his Prius.
Wailing in agony, he stood up and angrily kicked the sandy floor, sending some stones flying and hitting the front bumper of an Opel Vectra, the salesguy noticing his pissed feelings right now.
"I thought you left already? What are you still doing here? Thinking of buying another car? Too late. I know how much you love that black one already." the salesguy mocked, leading him out of the lot, "Want it back today? Pay for the parking fine and I'll defiantly get it back to you. Otherwise, stay out. Bye."
Parking fine.
He would surely get caught if he used the money stolen from Migros so it was better off for the guy to take his Touran. Go ahead. Have it. It was worthless to get it back anyway since he doesn't know where the guy lived. Just by luck maybe he lived here in Muttenz so that he could quickly switch it out since all keys to the Touran are made the same.
Bingo.
Plus, he would have the ability to fly back thanks to the Hydroplane (Skytech) technology made by Shulk, wings probably not discovered by the new owner yet, currently hiding in the lower trunk storage.
Wiping out the remainder of his tears, Robin slowly walked back to the white Touran with inner hurt feelings when the wind returned, carrying a small piece of paper in front of his view.
Sniffling, he curiously picked up the sand-beaten wrinkled paper and unfolded the document.
Thank Naga for another miracle!
First the water fountain, the muffin, and now a piece of paper!
Not only that it was just a white sheet, but it was his official Vehicle Registration Form for the DMV of Virginia Beach!
The salesguy must have accidentally dropped it while searching for his name!
Looking around as if people were there to steal the Aquilan ticket, Robin held his breath as he entered back in his Touran and studied the information.
Double Bingo.
A phone number.
Two actually.
One for Virginia. The other for AJRA.
And the Virginia number was supposed to be the home phone to the AweSomE cast mansion.
Clutching the paper to his chest, it's been days since he FINALLY got to talk to Shulk and Lucina! Plus, exchanging a 1000 franc note for a small change wouldn't hurt or destroy his escape.
With one last glance at the duffel bag resting on the foot floor beside the Rubbermaid bucket, he started to leave the sandy dealership and continue his way down St. Jakobs-strasse, his mind focusing on the guy who bought his Touran.
Passing by Coop Muttenz Dorf and halting before the roadery/roundabout (He chuckled at the thought of Chrom driving through the roundabout during the exalt's driving session with Lucina), he spotted a black Touran circling a quarter before it took the third exit. But that one didn't wear the usual bumper stickers.
Where could it be?
Crossing around to the second exit, he continued to scan his surroundings.
Passing by a HIOB (Hee-Ob) donation center, Robin abruptly braked and found the culprit entering his beloved car in surprise.
Time to follow.
Straightening in his seat, almond eyes tracked down the black vehicle as it neatly parked on the tiny driveway, the guy locking the car and taking his supplies out of the trunk before whistle walking towards his house.
Perfect! The Idiot left it open!
Silently as his Nosferatu spell move, Robin tiptoed towards the rear of the minivan, where he quietly lifted the hatch to the lower storage trunk and found two pair of large silver wings lined with Halogen LED blue.
Airtech Galaxy Glider was Shulk's recommendation of Hydroplane wings- the most lightest, and easy to control.
But boy, they were quite heavy for he didn't give up with a sweat and tried his best to carry them all the way to his white Touran without dropping them by mistake.
He carefully stacked one wing on top the vacuum when he was about to fetch the other, his feet leaping behind his stolen minivan to peek around and see that the guy brought out his family to admire their "new" car.
Great! Just at the right time too!
His kids were overwhelmed- climbing into the back seat while his wife circled around in awe, kissing her husband for selecting a perfect family car.
Growling, this angered our tactician so much he was desperate to tase them with Thoron but he was meant to be an innocent being instead of a real killer.
Growing impatient, Robin paced back and forth behind the white Touran, every now and then glancing to see if they disappeared into the house or not.
The girl was the last to dash inside so he was relieved at the sight of the wing...
Not there!?
Panic flooded his heart as he calmed down to see the wing sticking out the rim of the green trash container on wheels, seeing pretty much that the owner had no idea what in Naga's name that was.
It was common sense to think about that flying with one wing can utterly get your vehicle off balance while in flight, so two wings were better than one.
Silently placing the other wing on top of the first, he panted and rubbed his forehead, feeling tired already.
Entering into the driver's seat, closed eyes made himself relax before hitting the road again.
Cruising down Prattlerstrasse, he found a small city park where he could (hopefully) find some small change and save that 1000 for his Prius.
It was getting dark, so Robin had to find a spot to stay for the night and get a good sleep in his Touran. But what was sleep gonna do for him if there was no pillow present?
Parking beside the restaurant, he got out to find the prize box near the entrance. Already a few bags filled with clothes were resting against the huge metallic box where people got an opportunity to dump their useless clothes which they didn't need anymore.
And besides, people weren't around to see him loot the whole thing, so it wasn't considered stealing. He was technically in need for a pillow!
Approaching the first bag, he untied it with difficulty to find clothes of various sizes, colors, and texture. T-shirts, polos, jeans, blouses, bras, boxers, and underwear seemed to displease his need for a pillow.
The second one found him with the same contents as the first except for a huge bump in the side of the bag sparked his interest.
Fishing it out, it was perfect!
Soft, black, and a bit overstuffed with cotton fillings but he didn't care.
It was a Belkshire Bedding Neck Pillow (XXL size), the cushion unscathed with any claw tears in the fabric or dirt sticking onto black.
It was soft and cuddly like Douche's donut plushie and proudly claimed to use this every night for his sleep until he gets a proper bed in the AweSomE cast mansion.
But before he returned to his Touran, the sense of trying a call with his friends urged him to search for some coins in the fountain nearby.
This time the water stream was unbroken as Robin pulled back his sleeve to reach in and fish out a few 10 to 20 franks.
This was it.
The moment of joy and happiness.
Spotting a Swisscom Phone Booth ahead of him, his heart beat with excitement as he slowly but quickly dashed inside and quietly closed the door behind him.
Taking in a deep breath, Robin took out the document to his DMV registration and unfolded it, eyes striking the phone number he always wanted to call since their departure to Virginia Beach.
Slowly punching in the numbers (757) 271-4751, his feelings beat in sync with each waiting ring.
After the third ring, there was clunk.
"Hello? Shulk? Lucina? It's me Robin!"
Die von Ihnen gewählte Nummer in kann in einem anderen Namen falsch oder verwendet werden. Bitte versuche es erneut (The number you have dialed in maybe incorrect or used in another name. Please try again.)the automated lady replied.
Probably dead as well.
Grabbing the Return change from the phone booth, he slowly walked back towards his Touran, tears softly trailing down his cheek. He wished one of them picked up, engaging in a happy conversation after such a long time, but it was the end of the day and he needed a deep sleep for sure.
Kicking a half filled water bottle across the concrete floor, he took a second to pick it up and unscrew the lid, not caring who's mouth contaminated the rim, and drank the whole thing in one gulp.
Refreshed, Robin lobbed the empty bottle beside the Hydroplane wings and hopped in with his new pillow, nestling in comfort while staring at the ceiling in thought, releasing the wind that replaced his hunger for food.
Don't worry guys. I'm coming back soon.
Eternal Friendship between members from three worlds as one love.
Finally done!
Hoped you guys didn't mind about the detail skipping but whatever.
Demyx from Kingdom Hearts would react the same way if his Honda Pilot was taken from a random customer.
Poor video game boys! xD
Falco276 out!