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Roran is based on in real life medieval knight, Roland.

Blablabla: Mind talking

Blablabla: Flashback

Episode 4: A new ally? And it's a male?!

"Ugh…this is so boring…"

Takezo stared blankly and annoyed at the ground; picks and papers laid lazily on the ground before Takezo swept them to the other trash bundle. Akane and his mother went to the store to restock their ingredient but luckily, they closed the restaurant. Takezo wasn't honestly ready to take on the task to greet and take care of costumers. His stare was interrupted as two figures wearing traditionally Japanese straw hat; the tall one was wearing haramaki, waraji, baji, durumagi (1) along with two pair of swords on its waist. The other one wore some weird Chinese clothes that Takezo didn't know the name of it, but it looked as if he or she was carrying a bo (2). Their face were covered by the straw hats but a smile could be seen; the tall one interrupted the awkward silence between the three and spoke.

"Good morning, sir. Do you know where I can find Verone Junior High school?" Takezo nodded as he approached them to direct them. The tall one paid attention while the other just looked at Takezo with interest.

"And Marcus works there?" the tall one asked.

"He works on both girls and boys Verone schools. Just take the train to Izumi(3) and then walk for ten minutes and you'll be there." The two bowed to him before smiling and thanking for the help. With that, they walked off and Takezo resumed to his duties.

"Are you sure you don't want me to lead this time, Teoki?" the tall thin one asked, causing the tall and muscular one to raise his or her voice.

"I know where to go, Lan! I only got lost once!" the tall one retorted. Takezo managed to accidentally eavesdrop them.

"Once…right." Short one smirked. "Just don't complain to me if Master Saori scolds you." Takezo raised his eyebrow curiously but tried to mind his own business and went back to sweeping. As he looked towards the two again, they had already disappeared, probably turned to either side. Takezo scowled worried those two would get lost but shock his head, reassuring himself it would be okay.

"There you are!" Takezo jolted up as a familiar voice yelled behind him. Takezo slowly turned around, hoping it wasn't another fan. His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open when he looked at the source; it was a little plushie yellow lion with orange mane, wearing some plate armor and little sword to his side and a shield behind him. He had a scar that ran across his face. Takezo tried to stifle his emotions as the little guy jumps off the restaurant and approaches him. His stifle stopped when he stared at the plushie lion as if concentrating something.

"Look at you-rora! You've grown into fine teen!" the plushie spoke proudly.

"W-who...are you?" somehow Takezo managed to reply despite his shock.

"Don't you remember me, Takezo!? It's me, Roran the Knight-rora!" the plushie "Roran" said, offended.

"Wait…how do you know my na-"Takezo stopped in mid-sentence as memories flooded him. Before his eyes there were four extra plushies, yellow, pink and green, along with an old man and Roran.

Little Takezo was holding his mother's hand, looking at Roran curiously and interested. He let go of his mother's hand and approached the little guy, kneeling down to his height.

"You're so cute!" Takezo exclaimed as Hikari smiled.

"I'm not cute! I'm Roran, the mighty Knight-rora!" Roran exclaimed proudly, with his face up to Takezo's.

"Knight…what's that?"

"A Knight protects the Queen and Princess-rora! They also protect civilians and help the Legendary Pretty Cure-rora." Takezo's smile got bigger after hearing that, standing up and tugging onto Hikari's apron.

"Mommy, I wanna be a Knight too!" Roran folded his arms, scoffing.

"It takes a lot of training-rora. But since you're the son of Queen's Life, I can take you as a squire." Takezo looked over at Roran excited.

"WHEN! You become of age-rora." Takezo pouted.

"How about age fifteen, Roran-san." Hikari asked politely. Roran groaned as he thought deeply. "Alright-rora. If it's the queen's wish, I'll come for you when you're fifteen-rora!"

"Then…I'm…"

"That's right-rora. You will refer me as Master Roran-rora." Roran changes into a necklace with two swords crossed. His head appeared above it as Roran looked at Takezo sternly. "Let's go now! We need to find Pretty Cure!" Takezo blinked rapidly confused but placed his broom at the wall of the restaurant and ran off with Roran directing him.

"Aaaghh, it's too hot!"

Though Nagisa complained, the wind occasionally blew a cool breeze even there were no clouds in sight, but the sun was hotter than usual. It didn't help too that Nagisa was holding four bags with one hand, using her free hand to hold onto the list, it made her sweat more in this weather. Looking at the list, she checked the items in her mind.

Vegetables? Check.

Miso? Check.

Rice, soy, ramen, soba, red bean paste and green tea? Check, check, check, check, check and check.

Putting the list into the bag, she cursed under her breath about her lazy daughter. Saki had to go earlier than usual to school because of lacrosse practice, while Kazumi had all the time in the world to go shopping with her mother. But, it was impossible to drag Kazumi out of bed while her younger daughter could climb out of bed at six am. Nagisa muttered under her breath about her darling Fuji-P being with her, helping and be all lovely dovely to her. But, fortunately for her, her darling will be arriving in Japan tonight from Germany.

"Aaahh, I can't wait!" Nagisa squeaked, the same squeak she made when she was on her first date with him. Snapping back to reality, people around her snickered, giggled or laughed at her as Nagisa turned red. Running from the crowd and completely forgot how heavy the bags were, she didn't stop until she was far from the crowd and without noticing she was across the bus stop where she was going to take the four.

Catching her breath, with her hands on her knees, on the corner of her eye she saw a glimpse of a big white vehicle. Heaving herself up, her eyes widened as she increased her pace. She gave a heavy sigh, both signaling relief and frustration as there was five people in line waiting to get on the bus. Nagisa stopped in her tracks as her eyes became wider with shock and she dropped her bags; a blue haired woman was third in line, wearing glasses but what caught Nagisa's attention most was the flower pin she was wearing.

"Ho...no...ka...?"

Without acknowledging it, the woman entered the bus and the vehicle drove away as she still stared at the where 'Honoka' stood. Questions started to pile up; was her mind tricking her because she misses her so much? Was that really her old friend or was she mistaking Honoka with some stranger? Honoka was still in France...right? Nagisa shook her head. If Honoka came back to Japan, she'd inform her and Hikari. Maybe she lost her number? Nagisa tried to remember if she had changed her number when she moved. Nothing came. It must've been an hallucination. Determined, yet still unsure that it was an illusion, she made herself back home with her own two feet.

Nagisa closed the door when she arrived home. The walk usually took twenty minutes but today felt like an hour since the image of that woman was still burning inside her head. The woman had the same hair color as Honoka; she wasn't sure about her height but that hair pin she saw... It was defiantly the same as she wore back then. But the hair pin wasn't uncommon to wear, there's high possibility that millions of people in Japan, maybe around the world, that were wearing the same hair pin. So why was she so excited? Her hands wouldn't stop shaking and the image of the woman was still gnawing inside her brain. Was it her or not?

The sound of the washing machine snapped her back as she hurriedly walked to the machine. As she walked by the bathroom, she heard the water running and assumed immediately that it was Kazumi. Nagisa arrived at the room where the machine was and took the wet clothes out and folded them.

Thinking hard if there was any dirtier laundry, she snapped her head up when she just remembered that Kazumi's clothes were the only ones left. Sighing and groaning at the same time, she quickly went to Kazumi's room, opened the door only to be greeted by clothes covering the floor. A vein popped on her head; she had already told her daughter to tidy her clothes up and throw them, though not literally, into the washing machine. But lately she had been making excuses of being busy. Of what? Slouching around? While tidying up Kazumi's clothes, Nagisa was preparing the right words for a big scolding for that lazy bum.

"I swear, sometimes I think I should send her to a camp." She mumbled. "Why can't she be like Saki?" She continued.

Her mumbling stopped when she got her eye on a pile of clothes on the floor, which Kazumi probably threw before she took a shower. Letting out a huge groan, she took all of the clothes in one trip.

Clunk

"Clunk?" She asked herself as she looked down where the object fell. A blue cellphone. Curious as she crooked her eyebrow and peered her eyes when she picked it up, she tried her best to remember where she had seen this before. Holding it sideways to check the back and turned it back to the lid, touching the cover while resisting opening it. It was her daughter's property and perhaps a private one. But she can't remember when she bought a cellphone or let her know about it. This was starting to piss her off; lately she had been hiding stuff from her.

Nagisa widened her eyes; blurry images came into her mind. A white and black, along with the background what it looked like a darkness background, teenagers, maybe at age 14 or 15, who were in attack position. Suddenly, a big muscular man...no it looked human but there were no pupils in its eyes, wearing nothing but black, attacks the teenagers but they block it with ease and kicks and punch the big monster, but it evades and blocks the teenagers' attacks. The monster suddenly jumped backwards and started to yell out something as another monster seemed to be summoned...

"Zakenna!"

Nagisa snapped her head up and shock her head. "W-w-what on earth was that...?" She murmured to herself. Looking back at the cellphone, she felt like the cellphone was drawing her to open the lid, as her hand slowly approached to...

"Mom!"

Before Nagisa could turn around, the cellphone had suddenly disappeared from her hand and her daughter was now standing infront of her. Kazumi was wearing her school uniform, but her vest was missing. "What has gone into you? Where and when did you get that cellphone?" Nagisa asked furiously. Questions. Lies. Those were Kazumi's weakness and her mom knew it. She was a too honest person.

"I-I-I..." Kazumi hesitated. Kazumi averted her eyes to her alarm clock; 09:04.

"Sorry, mom, I'm, um, gonna be late for school." With that, Kazumi hurriedly took her school vest and went out. Nagisa subconsciously looked at the mirror; an image of herself, wearing weird black skirt and shirt with pink bow. She stared at herself for a while, confused.

"A-as if I'd wear something like that! Arienai!" Nagisa laughed at herself.

"But...that cellphone...I know I've seen it before..."

Mipple stared at the thin air as wind blew lightly through her ears, making them move, along with the fuurin. (1) Mipple closed her eyes and cleared her mind to listen to the sound of the fuurin. But she still had her ears open if Shizuka's mother were to come back. She cracked a pleasant smile; it felt like forever when she felt the breeze, since she had been cramped in that tiny cellphone since she and Mepple met Kazumi and Shizuka. A pleasant tune entered her eardrums as she twitched her ear subconsciously. Turning around, only to see Shizuka placing her books inside her bag while humming the tune she had heard. Mipple watched her with curiosity. Slowly, Mipple found herself rocking her head sideways along with the song.

Mipple accidentally glanced at Shizuka's notebook as she put the notebook inside her bag, but she widened her eyes when she saw what caught her attention; Shizuka's last name, Yukishiro. Yukishiro... It sounded familiar. Lifting an eyebrow while still trying to crack her brain to remember, Shizuka zipped closed her bag and swung it on the shoulders as Mipple gazed at the floor with serious look on her face, catching Shizuka's attention.

"What's wrong, Mipple?"

Looking up, she crooked her eyebrows down again as she returned her gaze to the floor, as if she was thinking about something. When she forced closed her eyes hard, it made Shizuka more worried, so she came towards her to see if her stomach was hurting her. But before she managed to even lift her foot, Mipple re-opened her eyes, with determined look.

"Shi-Shizuka…" she hesitated but gulped down her cowardice.

"Do you k-"

"Shizuka?"

Mipple hurriedly transformed into a cellphone and placed herself to Shizuka's waist.

"C-c-come in." Shizuka said as she sat down her bed, sweat forming. It didn't help when the door opened, and her mother stood by the door. "I thought I heard two voices." She said as she looked around if she could see the second person.

"A-a-anyway, mom, could you drive me to school?" Shizuka asked as she swung her bag up when it slid down. Ms. Yukishiro looked at her daughter but dropped it.

"Actually, there was something wrong with the car, so I had to take it to repairs and came home with bus. You can take the four like I did." Ms. Yukishiro stopped as she put her fingertip on her chin.

"I swear I heard a familiar voice at the bus stop…" she muttered as she drifted away. "Anyways, you have the money for the bus?" Shizuka nodded as she approached to her mother and gave her a kiss.

As Ms. Yukishiro left, Shizuka had her eyes on her mother with eyebrow crooked; her mind was focused on what her mother had said. Shizuka didn't remember that her mother was planning on meeting her old friends. Or what she thought. Sometimes her mother never told her what or where she was going, for some unknown reasons. And, back in their homeland, she found her mother standing infront of a flower field, staring at it for hours with what seemed like eyes with no emotions. It was a relief for Shizuka that her mother had started to act like herself again. Usually, her mother would drift off in her thoughts during breakfast and dinner time and found herself sometimes on the middle of the street only to wake up from her thoughts and wonder how she got there.

Shizuka hesitated, but slowly as she occasionally glanced at her mother who had a smile everytime Shizuka turned around but when Shizuka exited the household and disappeared from line of sight.

Ms. Yukishiro's smile fell.

"Aaaah, that was too close!" Kazumi said when she was few kilometers from her home. She still felt intense as well as her heart who was thumping against her chest. After clearing her thoughts of stress and alternatives episodes if her mom would've opened the lid, it came to her that someday she must tell her mother; she can't hide a secret forever. It doesn't help that occasionally she hears a voice to tell her the truth. Kazumi felt an itch behind her head. Scratching to kill it, her eyes focused on Mepple. She crooked an eyebrow; it was unusual for him to not talk back, she expected him to yell at her for placing him where her mom could find her. In fact, he had been quiet all the way. Too quiet...

"Mepple?" Kazumi opened the lid carefully in defend mode. He could drop the bomb after she opened the lid all the way. She took the risk and averted her eyes from the cellphone. Nothing. No yelling. Just silence. "Hey, Mep-" Mepple's expression was something Kazumi had never seen; fear, confusion, taken back. It looked like he had seen a ghost.

"M-M-Mepple? Wh-wh-what's wrong? Is one from the Dark Zone behind me?" Kazumi turned around, ready for an attack. No threat was behind her except some girls in her school. She let out a nervous laugh as she scratched behind her back, embarrassed, but as she turned around she saw a familiar face. Like the embarrassment disappeared all sudden and somehow Tomo's widen grin made her heart ease. Mepple, subconsciously, withdrew from Tomo's sight and into Kazumi's pocket. Luckily, Tomo was too focused on Kazumi.

"Who were ya talkin' to?" Reiko ripped the silence between them.

"An' who are dose 'Dark Zone' guys?" Kazumi widened eyes as she felt liquid leak from her head. Tomo's smile disappeared when she noticed how Kazumi was acting, knowing instantly that she was about to lie. She has seen Kazumi lie to her mother when she was a kid, but never have Kazumi lied to Tomo. Had she already forgotten about their promise…? Letting it slide, Tomo knew that Kazumi would have a good reason to lie to her, maybe a surprise present or party; she crossed her arms as she put up a sly smile.

"Anoth'r plan ta seduce Kujou-kun?" Kazumi's cheeks started to heat a little but in the end it turned red like tomato. Kazumi threw her hands all over the place, as if she was trying to brush Tomo off, as Tomo could have sworn that Kazumi's head was boiling, but wasn't sure if it was either out of anger or embarrassment. Either way, it made her grin like an idiot. Either way, it made her grin like an idiot.

"S-s-s-s-stop grinning like that! First of all; it's not seduction, it's kinda like a…c-c-c-c-c-c-"Unable to finish, Kazumi fell to her knees as more steam came out of her head. "Cat got your tongue?" Tomo asked slyly.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-shut up!"

"Hey." Tomo leaned and kneeled at her height. "Ah got an idea; how 'bout you come over to my place tonight an' watch some romantic films ta help ya what ta say to Kujou-kun?" Kazumi pushed her index fingers on each other, her gaze on the ground. Tomo sighed defeated.

"Alrigh', alrigh' we'll throw in some horror movies." Tomo stepped back when Kazumi out of nowhere jumped up, excited. She was suddenly too close to Tomo's face.

"Can we start on The Ring?"

"No. First we start on Titanic."

"Wait; is that movie in the romance category?"

"…ya do know what it's 'bout…right?"

"A ship that sinks and people die. Basically, a disaster film."

"…ya really gotta stop talkin' movies wit' your momma…" Tomo face palmed.

"Fujimura-san. Tainaka-san. Good morning."

"Ah, Yukishiro-san, morning!" Kazumi replied with a smile. Tomo glanced at Shizuka before averting her eyes from her and started to walk ahead to the school. "Good morning…" Tomo half-whispered. Tomo disappeared from their sight and left the two befuddled girls. They glanced at each other as if they thought they could get an answer from each other. When a silence came between them, they knew they weren't going to get this mystery solved by looking at each other.

Hey, To-mo~!" she sang as she was prepared to attack her with a hug. Tomo, unexpectedly, dodged and ignored her as she walked past her. Dodging her friend was no surprise for Tomo as she was getting sick and tired of Kazumi suddenly sneak attack her. But ignoring her best friend…Kazumi tried her best to remember if she had done something to her recently. Ever since she remembered they had never fought before. Kazumi snapped back; it wasn't time for thinking, Tomo was already two meters from her.

Luckily for Kazumi, being an athlete, it was no problem for her to keep up with Reiko and luckily, she didn't space out too long.

"H-hey, To-" she was about to touch Tomo's shoulder when-

Slap!

Kazumi's hand flew to the side. She was in too shock to control it as her eyes widened. Tomo's stingy eyes were still focused on her, as for the hand, it stayed in the same position; in the air besides her face.

Tomo's eyes became widen as her face turned white while her jaw dropped. She used the hand she slapped Kazumi's hand away to cover her mouth but withdrew it as she looked at her hand and switched look at Kazumi.

"To-Tomo.…" Kazumi half-whispered. Reiko suddenly took off, but Kazumi didn't make any effort in going after her.

"T-Tomo!" she yelled after her.

"Fujimura-san?" a new voice, yet familiar, asked. Kazumi slowly turned around only to see Shizuka standing, her eyes with worry.

Wind bell. The Japanese are always very conscious of the seasons and the ringing of these cute little bells is as much a sound of summer as the cicadas in the trees. It's customary to hang them outside the widow in summer. There are many different designs, but generally two types: little dark green metal bells that are modeled after large temple bells and glass bells that are often painted with little goldfish or other summer motif.

1. You'd need to google unfortunately.

2. East Asian quarterstaff, a staff weapon used in the martial art Bōjutsu.

3. Izumi Todo is the creator of Pretty Cure.