I thought this drabble would be fun, but you need to listen to the Puppycat's Song (only like 50 seconds :) from Puppycat and Bee before you read to get the inspiration! I saw the cartoon like four years ago and I have been in love with that little story-song ever since so I thought I'd do a short story covering it in three parts. Since I wanted to have an array of characters, each chapter the characters change but the roles stay the same so multiple characters assume the same role. I thought would be fun :) It'll be 3 chapters in total! Also apologies if there are dumb errors in spelling or grammar – I am trying to write these as quickly as possible with the momentum I have so I haven't looked it over.

Also really sorry these are quite OOC!

Hoping to finish this within the next few days

The vibrations of his quiver bit at his fingers as sparks flicked up the metal strands. A hiss of blazing electricity streaked through the thick air before striking the target – a glowing kestrel with a bundle of brahmi in its beak. The bird fell ungracefully to the ground where it landed on a large, flat stone, the brahmi laying nearby nestled in the grass.

Blake started over quickly, his hood falling off his head to expose the blue streaks that weaved through his dark hair. Pluto, his home planet, had the same hue if one looked at it from a distance and he often missed the blue skies and the shadowed earth and the feel of the arrows cutting through the stagnant air. Now, he had been stuck in Agartha where the ground was wet and teeming with life, though none of it was quite as nice as the surface. His electric arrows shocked the ground, carried through the slick grass and thin streams.

The bird was dead. Of course it was; he had perfect aim. It was not a skill but a necessity if he wanted to escape the Galactic Authourities and they were constantly on his back. Picking up the bird by the wing, he tossed it aside before stooping down to pick up the brahmi. It was difficult to come across, especially in those regions, and his buyer – a rich Japanese earthling warlock that resided in Mictlan – would be pleased. He thumbed through the stems and the florets before pocketing them and securing his bow over his shoulder. He ducked down immediately, realizing he was in an open clearing.

He doubted he'd run into trouble in such a secluded place, but he did realize that a girl had started into the clearing, oblivious to the company she had secured herself. Instinctively, Blake reached for an arrow, the sparks shocking his fingertips, but he paused. It was not as if he had not killed before, but there was no point. She was just a girl, and a young looking one at that. Although he was not bound by many moral obligations, killing an innocent girl was more blood than he wanted on his hands for the day.

The girl merely walked about the look at the flowers, a delicate tiara perched upon her head and a pansy tucked over her ear. Though the ground was muddy, her dress remained seemingly immune to the dirtiness of the elements. She smiled radiantly, her features lighting up with the excitement Blake might have at a particularly rich field of valuable plants and materials. But she seemed to be perfectly entertained with her flowers as if the small things were all she cared about. Crouching, she raised a hand to the amulet around her neck, pressing her thumb against it and Blake's eyes widened. It could not have been none other than the amulet of the Royals for only a select few had been bestowed to those that carried royal blood.

In an attempt to sneak away unnoticed, he backed up and slipped on a rock, reaching out and accidentally flattening a bed of new roses. It was a quiet stumble, but the girl looked up, her attention first going to the roses then to him where she startled straight up and gasped.

"W-who…Who are you?" she asked feverishly, her eyes wide in apparent fear. "Are you going to hurt me?"

Scrambling to his feet, Blake's hand returned to his quiver. "Do I have to?"

It was meant to be more of a threat than a question and it worked for she backed up and loosened her grip on her amulet. Struggling for words, she opened and closed her mouth a few times, much like an unsuspecting mouse that had been suddenly swooped up by a hawk.

"If you come close…I'll…I'll…" She could not speak until she swallowed, attempting to scare him off. "…I'll scream. And everyone will come running because I'm…I'm the princess and I'm very important and I…I know the king will be very sad if something happens and I promise to not say anything about-"

"You talk excessively," Blake observed, figuring she would not be harmful in his expedition. "I'm not going to kill you."

The girl's eyes widened. "No? Why not? Are you good? Are you-"

"Oh, I'd hardly say I'm good. I'm good at what I do, I suppose, but not good. But I won't kill you. It wouldn't be right."

Somehow, in the midst of things, that seemed to calm her down. She went back to looking at the roses, biting her bottom lip in worry and Blake thought her to be extremely naïve.

"You…You crushed the roses." Her lip quivered, her cheeks flushed in an upset at the idea that someone had messed around in her precious meadow. "You are a very bad person to have so ignorantly crushed my…my roses. They're the princess's roses, you know, and they're very sacred…To me, at least."

"I wasn't very concerned with-"

Cutting him off, she took a step closer, dazed by his lack of care for her flowers. "I'll have to comfort them. They have feelings here and they're very upset. Maybe you didn't know…or you didn't care, but they're very upset and you crushed them."

"You seem much more upset over the idea that an outlaw with a very high ransom over their head has messed up your garden than threatened to murder you." He raised his eyebrows, backing away, though he was careful to not step on any plants.

"You're an outlaw?" Her surprise seemed to multiply by the second. "That means…the…the Galactic Authourities are after you. You must have done something dreadful!"

"Dreadful?" He narrowed his eyes pensively. "I don't have time for this type of talk."

"Do you not like answering questions? I don't want you to hurt me. You frightened me so much! And you frightened the roses. I doubt they'll want you to come back." In her eyes, a spark of protectiveness glittered defiantly and he wondered if all the princesses and princes carried that same spark. "I mean…I really shouldn't be so mean…It's so…un-princesslike."

His eyes flickered to the side; now he didn't know what to say back.

"…I should be going."

"You can't! I'll get in so much trouble if my father finds out that I let an outlaw go-"

"What will you do?" His expression closed off defensively, wondering if he should threaten her again. "Either you run and I'll catch you or we leave on pleasant terms and I never return to this planet again."

"You…you mean you've been to other planets?"

Dumbfounded, he could not find it in himself to reply with a mean comment. "Many times."

A slight breeze disturbed the air, ruffling her perfect curls until they obscured her face slightly. She lifted a hand to brush them away from her large eyes, a hint of interest gleaming in them though he was sure he sensed a bit of reluctance in them as well. He didn't blame her. Any outlaws were sure to be a threat to the kingdom.

"…Will you tell me about them?"

"What?"

She shifted on the grass nervously and sheepishly, fiddling with her amulet once more. "If you tell me about the other planets, I promise I won't tell my father about you and I'll let you go without telling the Galactic Authourities but it's just that I've never left this planet and I've never seen the other places and the sky or a real ocean and Agartha is nice…but…no one here ever travels…"

"…Oh?"

"You have to promise to be nice, though." This time, her voice didn't waver and she brushed her dress off, staring at him intently. "And you have to tell me your name. I'm Rose. Or Princess Rose…Whichever you want to call me. Wait-…First, you have to promise me that you won't hurt me."

Rolling his eyes in slight annoyance, he crossed his arms. "I won't on the condition that you keep my presence a secret."

Conflict in her eyes was clear but she finally agreed, walking a little closer to study him. It was odd, not darting away, but somewhat refreshing, and he tracked her suspiciously with his eyes. He had the appearance of someone that had been well traveled. After all, his cloak had been from the capital of Neptune, his bow from Mictlan, his arrows from Jupiter, and his earrings from the lost city of Ys. Though his hair bore the appearance of a citizen from Pluto, it was clear he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. She seemed content with this observation for she watched him expectantly, gesturing for him to start to talk.

"Have...have you ever been to Shangri-La? That's on the surface," Rose chattered, nearly looking as if she was bursting at the seams with questions. "I've heard of it and I know you must think I'm stupid for not turning you in, but my father would never let me go anywhere. I'd love to go to that place because it seems so beautiful and I love it when things are pretty, but-"

"It's alright. A little warm, but decent I guess." Blake conveniently left out the fact that he had been chased out by a group of bandits that settled in the city to claim it since he doubted she'd want to hear something like that. "Hard to find."

"Harder to find than Zerzura?"

"That place is harder to find."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "It doesn't exist."

Rose looked crestfallen. "Oh, well you tell me more about Shangri-La and help me fix the plants."

"Or you'll tell on me?"

She nodded quickly as if she was afraid her words would belie her thoughts.

"...Alright, then." He wondered if he had gone soft just because she was a princess. Really, he found no need to upset the royal line. He was a hunter and a fighter and a thief, sure, but he was nothing evil nor particularly spiteful. "...I'm Blake, by the way. Well, that's what I'm called."

"Blake. That sounds like a very earthling name. Was it an earthling that gave you that name? Oh, no matter." Rose attempted to contain her curiosity, procuring a few seeds from a pocket in her dress. "Now we're going to plant these...and don't try anything funny. I'll be watching. You're still an outlaw, even if I'm nice. But don't test me...I'll still...scream. Or we can be friends. You can choose."

Once upon a time...
there was a space outlaw
who fell in love with the Space King's daughter
and they both agreed they were meant to be together.