Just some little oneshots I cooked up from Raburinna's sentence collection found here. Full permission had been granted for me to write these. However, a second chapter hasn't been published by her, and I haven't done all of the sentences yet. We'll see what happens. :3
Note: Written about a year ago...
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‘Possessive’
Pudding’s head hurt. Normally, she would be wondering if maybe she just got a headache from watching her little siblings running around, or rushing around the café, or even possibly from hanging upside down from a tree for too long. But this time, it was different.
Some of the reasons she felt this wasn’t like the normal times when her head hurt was these things: first off, she normally didn’t wake up feeling like she had been smashed in the back of the head. Second, she didn’t feel warm, little arms (yet strong) wrapped around her. Third, she didn’t feel wind rushing in her face. Fourth, she didn’t suddenly get a flashback of memories involving a battle and one of the enemies (named Pai) knocking her out and taking her back to the ship on which they lived. Fifth, she didn’t open her eyes to be staring straight into the face of another one of her enemies. Taruto.
“Taru-taru, na no da?” she rasped. The small alien looked down at her surprised. Pudding noticed that plastered on his cheeks was a slight pink blush.
She swallowed a few times to try and get her voice back to normal. “Taru-taru, what is Pudding doing here na no da? Shouldn’t Pudding be back at the ship and tied up na no da? What are you doing na no da?”
“Don’t call me that,” he snapped, not looking at her. “The reason for why you are not at the ship is for me to know and you NOT to find out.”
She struggled in his arms to get a view. As best she could see, they were flying above Tokyo, and she watched the cars go by, looking like small ants.
“We’re flying, Taru-taru, na no da!”
He glared at her. “No, monkey girl, we’re swimming,” he replied sarcastically.
She shifted again and he frowned. “Don’t do that! You’re hard enough to carry when flying! If you don’t stop, I’ll drop you.”
“Sorry, Taru-taru na no da!”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Pudding’s sorry na no da!”
She sat in silence for a minute or two. Thoughts flew through her head. ‘What is Pudding doing here? Pudding was kidnapped and now she’s flying with Taru-taru! What’s going on?’ she thought.
“Taru-taru, what are we doing na no da? Where are you taking Pudding na no da?”
Taruto blushed lightly again and stopped flying and just hovered in the air. He didn’t look directly at her as he spoke quickly. “If someone is going to kill you, that person is going to be me. Not Pai, or Kisshu, me! Got that?”
“What, na no da?”
Taruto flushed a deeper shade and let go of Pudding. She let out a gasp as she began to fall, but not long after she was dropped, she fell into something pokey that cushioned her fall.
Pudding scrambled up out of the bush as fast as she could. “What do you mean Taru-taru na no da?” she called after him.
Taruto glared down at her and he quickly teleported away.
Pudding stood there, in the bush, next to Café Mew Mew. She blinked up at the spot where Taruto had been just seconds before. She shook her head and climbed out of the bush.
“Taru-taru, you confuse Pudding na no da!” She called out into the air. And then she raced into the café.
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‘Babies’
Taruto was floating around the ship aimlessly. Never in his WHOLE life had he ever felt so bored. A sigh from next to him, told him that he was certainly not the only one to be thinking that.
Kisshu was floating upside down staring at Taruto. “You know what, Tart? I’m bored.”
“Why do I care?” the midget alien shot back.
“’Cause I’m going to be bothering you to keep from being bored.”
Taruto growled in frustration. He considered going to Pai and asking him to send Kisshu elsewhere, but last time he did that, Kisshu called him a “tattle-tale” and he wouldn’t like to go through that incident again.
Kisshu frowned as he tried to think up something to do to Taruto. “I know! I’ll ask you questions!”
“Go away, Kisshu.”
“Nope! Not until you answer my questions!”
Taruto glared at him, with a look that could peel paint, but Kisshu ignore him.
“Let’s see…” Kisshu pondered.
Taruto floated upside down and was ready to see how long he could hold his breath (which was pointless, because his race could breathe without oxygen) when Kisshu finally cried out.
“Hey, Tart, if you get married and have babies, what do you think they’d look like?”
“Babies?” Taruto echoed incredulously.
“Yeah.”
Taruto shrugged. "Well, they'll have hair like me, and they'll fly around a lot, and they'll hang on to things with their furry brown tails-"
Kisshu cut him off. “Tails, huh, Tart?” he asked as he arched an eyebrow.
Taruto blushed a dark red and thrust his hand over his mouth. ‘Did I really say that?’ he thought, amazed.
Kisshu smirked at the sight of the blush on Taruto’s face. “So your precious little babies will have furry brown tails? Like a certain yellow Mew?”
Taruto flushed a darker red. He quickly teleported as far away from Kisshu while still being in the ship.
Taruto smashed a fist into the wall. He was never going to live this down.
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‘Crying’
He’d finally seen her cry. After all the time that he had tried to make her cry, it hadn’t worked. No matter what he did, it didn’t work. But here she was, that stupid monkey girl, sobbing like no tomorrow. And he hadn’t been the one to make her cry.
Kisshu had come up with a brilliant plan, saying that he could kidnap one of the Mews. He had put his plan into action, and he had gotten the green Mew and held her back at the ship. And according to the sobbing yellow Mew beneath him, her name was Lettuce. He flinched as the girl below him let out a sob.
The worst thing above all was this: he felt horrible.
He felt absolutely horrid. He felt like a jerk.
All the time he had been trying to get that monkey girl to cry, and now he felt like he could die because she was.
‘Dang you, Kish!’ he yelled at his comrade mentally.
He hated watching her cry, but he couldn’t move. He softly whispered her name. “Pudding…”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to see it anymore. He had to be anywhere but there.
He ended up back in the ship. He floated around, feeling horrible. No matter what the picture of the sobbing girl wouldn’t leave his mind. He smacked his hand to his head forcefully to try and smack some sense into it. It didn’t work.
He floated off angrily. On the way he ran into Kisshu, who was smirking. “My plan worked!” he gloated cheerfully.
Taruto knew that he should be celebrating, but he felt like anything but. He marched up (more like flew up) to Kisshu and socked him in the jaw.
Kisshu stared at him in shock. Taruto grimaced. He quickly teleported to his room. As he landed on the floor with a soft thump he let out a long sigh. He put his back against the wall and slowly sank to the ground.
He thought for a moment. Later he’d tell Kisshu he’d been in a bad mood. Yeah, a bad mood. That’d work! He closed his eyes. The image of Pudding burned his eyes. He shook his head to clear it of the image. It was going to be a very long week.
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‘Honey’
It was clear to Taruto that Pai had gone off the deep end. He’d always thought that Pai’s numbers would do this to him. But it was different.
Pai had come to the ship and summoned Kisshu and Taruto to show them two glass jars filled with a mysterious liquid inside. The color of it the first time Taruto saw it, reminded him of someone, but he would never say the name around his comrades. Pudding.
Pai began to explain that the mysterious liquid was called “honey” and he had gotten it from Earth. As Kisshu and Taruto stared in wonder at the “honey” Pai went on to say that humans got it from bees that made it from pollen. He also said something along the lines of bees puking up the pollen and using the honey to feed their larva.
Taruto wrinkled his nose in disgust and tried to push the last fact out of his mind.
Pai raised his eyebrow and Taruto, but opened one of the jars and held it out. “It tastes sweet,” he declared.
Kisshu and Taruto exchanged a look. They knew that it was not an invitation to try the honey, but really a command.
Kisshu went first, being the adventurous one. He stuck his finger into the jar and brought it out with a look of disgust on his face. He quickly stuck the dripping finger into his mouth and his eyes went wide with shock.
Taruto waited anxiously for a report. He began to wonder what it tasted like and then Kisshu finally opened his mouth and declared, “It is sweet.”
Taruto’s turn. He stuck his finger in and out and quickly stuck it in his mouth. He was very surprised as the sweet taste hit his mouth.
The honey had reminded him of Pudding when he first saw it. Honey was the color of her eyes, or her hair. And a blush formed rapidly over Taruto’s pale cheeks as he realized something. Pudding tasted like honey.
Kisshu raised his eyebrow in Taruto’s direction. What he had seen was Taruto stick his finger in his mouth and blush like crazy. Kisshu grinned. He knew that Taruto had thought up something that had embarrassed him. And the only thing left for him to do was to bother him until Taruto screamed it out at him.
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‘Held’
The horror was over. At long last, the fighting had ended; Deep Blue was gone.
The last battle was gone and past, and he was happy. Over. Over at last.
But it still hurt. They had gotten some Mew Aqua from the blonde man who had started the Mew Project, but Taruto was unable to explain how he felt. The emotions were like a jumble in him, like a load of clothes in the dryer.
She came after it was over and there had been silence. It was quiet and then she finally came and broke it. But not with words, rather with actions. She embraced him and held him.
She knew he wanted to be held. She knew that there were just those times were you needed to be held. It was one of those times for Taruto.
He was surprised at first. Why would she do such a thing? But a second emotion overrode the first. He was glad. He was so glad and it felt so good. And as suddenly as the second emotion had come, he was sobbing into her shoulder.
Pudding never even flinched. All she did was slightly tighten her grip and let him clutch at her.
Taruto had been so afraid. He had been afraid that she had died, and here she was. He had been terrified, unable to grasp the concept if she had died. But she was there. And to keep making sure that that was where she would stay, he clung to her desperately, wishing to stay like that forever.
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‘Painful’
Taruto watched from nearby as the battle took place. Kisshu and Pai fought with vigor, Pai wielding his fan, Kisshu his swords.
Screams of attacks filled the air in rapid succession and five different colored attacks flung themselves and the Chimera Anima and the two aliens.
The aliens and chimera managed to escape all the attacks and fought back, and the battle was fierce.
Pai cried out, “Fuu Rai Sen!” and a blast shot the green Mew and blue Mew back a few feet. And then he saw it.
The chimera had lashed out and made full contact with Mew Pudding. His heart skipped a beat.
The purple Mew quickly scooped up the younger girl and transported her to the sidelines. Pudding stood shakily and glared down the chimera. She waved her hand at the wolf Mew, as to say she was fine, and raced at the chimera. The old hag and the rest of the Mews were close-by.
The chimera shot multiple attacks, and Pudding’s reaction was later then most of the others’ because of her previous wound. An attack grazed her shoulder and Taruto could hear her cry out.
Taruto wasn’t able to understand why his heart hurt so much when Pudding was being thrown around and hit and bruised. It was painful to watch.
But he knew it had to be done. And so he watched on, heart aching.
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