Sonic X Fan Fiction ❯ Lucky 13 ❯ A Little Blue Dot ( Chapter 2 )

“Lucky 13”, Chapter 2: “A Little Blue Dot”

 

You wouldn't believe how relieved I was when I made it home, in one piece. The first thing I did was to take my shoes off, put my hair back, and get on my computer, a desperate attempt to busy my mind.

 

At home, I lived a different life from my computer, but every now and then I took a break from that. I was always busy; when I wasn't working on my novel (which wasn't even half-done), or playing video games, I was out with friends, seeing a movie or just plain goofing off.

 

I was no hermit, but I never held much of a torch for sports, either. They just never really interested me, so I never got into any of them. I mean, sure, occasionally I'd play volleyball with a few lady friends over on Emerald Coast, but, as a man, I can't lie; that was more or less just a ploy to see how cute they looked in their bathing suits. (Hey, I had fun while I was at it…Don't give me that look, I mean real fun! Not dirty fun… erh, wait… well, maybe just once…)

 

Still, I liked what little alone time I had. And I pretty much spent all of it in my room, typing away at something or another. It was usually one of my stories; action-packed, exciting stories of the days of old, swords, magic, fantasy, all that good stuff.

 

But today, as I was typing, I got to thinking…

 

Maybe it was just a bit cliché, I thought. Usually when I thought of one `maybe', I started thinking of a whole bunch of them, until my mind was riddled with them.

 

By-and-by I started questioning what my real motives for writing these stories were. The more I typed, the more I began to realize that maybe I wasn't doing it to occupy myself, maybe I wasn't doing it for publication or fame… I realized that maybe I enjoyed typing stories like this because… Well, maybe I wasn't satisfied with reality.

 

Maybe…

 

I mean, maybe it wasn't enough? I had a good life, and I certainly got my kicks, but… What was it that I felt it was missing?

 

I asked myself the question over and over again, but came to the conclusion that neither intuitive thinking, nor logic were going to give me my answer. The maybes were never a good thing to get started on, because your mind would get addicted, and frustrate you endlessly. There was plenty of space for answers, but not enough for all the questions, and as a result, I felt unbalanced, bizarre. Suddenly, something came to my head, a random thought, a result of searching for something I hadn't archived in my jumbled, disorganized brain.

 

Just like when you're looking for something, but you end up finding something better as a sheer coincidence, something that makes you forget all about what you were looking for in the first place.

 

…I started thinking about dream-girl again.

 

Why was it whenever my mind had even the smallest vacancy in it, she rented it out? The answer was simple, I found: she was…entrancing to think about.

 

And when I gave it some thought, it wasn't even the sex, nor was it the happiness thinking about it brought me… It was…

Just her.

 

That was enough for me to become captivated by her utter perfection. The pleasurable, yet foggy vision of her came to my mind for the umpteenth time, and with it, came that longing, light-headed feeling. Just that feeling seemed to wisp away any built up anxiety, any stress or pain or confusion I may have felt, all of it was completely forgotten. It was just me and her, sitting there, in a state of what one might call lingering adoration, for what seemed like the longest, ever-lasting, and yet short, fleeting period of time I'd ever experienced.

 

It was scary, and yet amazing. How when opposites collide, and yet don't cancel out, they instead create an infinite vacuum of an emotion that's nothing short of indescribable. And when one feels something that's indescribable, that person is in no place to speculate; all there is, is the moment.

 

And I must say, I had an awfully long moment.

 

“Joshua?” Came my mom's voice, snapping me out of my little daydream.

 

I looked left and right, feeling as if I'd completely lost track of my location, the time of day, everything. I looked over at her, my look probably one of confusion. She gave me one of her inquisitive looks, and I sighed, seeing it was just her, leaning back in my computer chair with closed eyes.

 

“What?”

 

“Are you alright? You're acting strange.” She said, voice blunt and indifferent as ever. I opened one eye lazily to look at her.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Joshua.” She said, more sternly.

 

“What?” I said, more whiningly. She put her hands on her hips, and I breathed out once, hopelessly. Mom was at least three times smarter than I was, and nobody knew that better than me. She was one of the only people who could see past my act.

 

I put my hands behind my head, and closed my eyes again.

 

“Fine. I… Well, I had this dream last night.” I confessed. She cocked her head.

 

“What kind of dream?”

 

I smirked mischievously.

 

“An… amusing one.”

 

“Oh.” She said, simply. I couldn't help but chuckle at how she narrowed her eyes in a disapproving way at my manner. “Ok… Normally I'd say this is the kind of talk you'd have with your daddy, but, seeing as he's not the sharpest stick in the bundle, I'll just have to deal with the discomfort of doing it myself.”

 

“You can always leave me alone and let me grow out of it…” I offered, grinning.

 

“Nice try, but your daddy's proof enough that that's not something you `grow out of'…” She told me, looking annoyed. I snickered at her implication.

 

“Heh, alright, but I don't think it's that big of a deal.” I said, fully mellowing out. I never had any trouble talking to my mom, since we were more or less of the same mind, most of the time.

 

I was uncomfortable about giving her the specifics, but she had a habit of giving advice before I'd even explained the entire situation, so I figured I'd just be vague, and let her yap along until she was convinced that she'd done her job as a parent and go away.

 

“If it wasn't a big deal, you wouldn't have said that.” She pointed out. I tilted my head.

“Said what?”

 

“It's not a big deal.” She said, a knowing look glued to her sly, knowing eyes. I frowned.

 

“Mooom, you're being omniscient again…” I said, in a fake whiney sort of way. She grinned at that. It was actually something I said quite often, as a way of saying `touché' to my mother.

 

“Ok, no more jacking around, tell me… What is it about this dream that made you swoon like a wooed schoolgirl?” She asked me. I looked at her, a mixture of insulted, and taken aback.

 

“I wasn't swooning!”

 

“Yes you were.” She countered, simply, folding her arms. I was quiet and defiant for a moment, before I realized that proving my mother wrong was impossible, because she was always right. I looked at her, with a vulnerable expression.

 

“I…was swooning?”

She nodded.

 

“Yep. And the fact that you didn't even realize it only proves my point further.” She said to me, coherent and poker-faced, as always.

 

I admired mom in the fact that she had all the qualities of a know-it-all, but wasn't smug about it. She said I took after her in the intellectual department, but inside I knew I'd never live up to her mind's massive capacity; not fully anyway.

 

And she was just as smart as she was wise. If I asked her, she'd be fully capable of helping me with math, biology, history, anything without even the use of a textbook. I could ask her how to spell anything, and she'd never once been wrong. You could ask her the meaning of a word, and she'd always know it. I could make up a word and ask her what it meant, but she'd just say `No such word, nice try Joshua'. I'd never actually asked mom about her IQ or anything like that, and even if I did, she'd avoid the question, but as far as I was concerned, she was a genius.

There was no outsmarting her, but it was possible to talk your way around her, which I'd done on countless occasions. There wasn't much of a trick to it, it was basically just letting her lecture you for a while, and giving her enough feedback to let her know you've learned your lesson, or something like that.

 

“Joshua. Focus.” She reminded me. I came out of my trance.

 

“Wha?”

 

She sighed, shaking her head.

 

“Nothing. I'll leave alone now, you're just not with it today.” She said, exiting the room.

 

I didn't say anything, just puzzled over how uncommon it was for mom to do that. Mom, giving up? What in the world? I hadn't even told her what she wanted to know yet… heck, she hadn't even lectured me. Was I really THAT out of it?

 

“And Joshua,” She suddenly said, poking her head through my door frame just enough so I could see her piercing, see-right-through-you gray eyes, “Try not to get too sucked in to your fantasy. You just might lose track of reality…”

 

With that, she shut my door, disappearing from sight. Her last few words hung in my head, and I scoffed at how void of meaning they were. I hated it when she spoke in riddles… I guess it was sort of her way of keeping me on my toes.

 

Grumbling, and eager to talk to somebody a little more my age, I got online, a tedious task that took me nearly a 20 minutes. Yes, I was one of the unfortunate victims of dialup… That, on top of the fact that my computer was more than 6 years old, and it's OS even older than that. My computer… It personified slowness. I vocalized my hatred for the contraption's obsoleteness on a daily basis, but I suppose it's just human nature to want the cutting-edge stuff, and complain about what you're forced to use. Even if the newer technology holds only a very microscopic significance over the older, that tends to be the common reaction in the fickleness of society.

 

When I finally got online, the first thing I saw made me smile.

 

Writes and Reads[4:34PM]: Finally! What took you so long?

 

I grinned, glad that Star had missed me. I began to type, but another IM came up.

 

Amycoolz1991[4:34PM]: HI

 

I laughed at the capital letters and lack of punctuation. It wasn't that Amy was illiterate or anything, her writing was actually quite grammatically and punctually sound, but I think it was more that she was just too lazy to bother with it outside of story-writing. Star and I were different by habit.

 

I separated the IM's and clicked the little `respond' icon on Amy's first (she was the more impatient of the two, so it was best to answer hers first, or she'd feel ignored)

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:35PM]: Hey Ames! How did your biology test go? :3

 

I moved on to Star's IM.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:35PM]: Yo, shorty!

 

I laughed at my own crude sense of humor, and laughed even harder at the responses it earned me.

 

Writes and Reads[4:35PM]: >_< I'll pummel you!

 

And…

 

Amycoolz1991[4:35PM]: DUDE, IT WAS BORING AND LONG

 

I smiled to myself. I liked to tease Star more than I did Amy, probably because it was so much easier. She did the same thing to me though, only utilized the use of more physical threats. Me and Star, at least online, were almost always of the same mind. Don't know if I mentioned it before, but Star and I had an almost frightening amount of stuff in common with one another.

 

With another `bling' sound, I read Amy's IM, and frowned at it.

 

Amycoolz1991[4:36PM]: BRB, CHORES

 

With that, the girl promptly put up an away message, barring me from talking to anything but an automated response. I closed out her IM and began typing away at Star's again.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:36PM]: Lmao, Don't take it to heart, Star, I like you short. ^_-

 

Writes and Reads[4:36PM]: Yeah, yeah, kissup. *rolls eyes*

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:36PM]: Heh, dang proud of it. ;3

 

Writes and Reads[4:36PM]: lol

 

Writes and Reads[4:36PM]: Whatever

 

Writes and Reads[4:37PM]: I heard you really PO'd Benji Watson earlier today!

 

With that cheery, congratulatory message, I felt my heart sink, and my bones chill. Shakily, I typed my hesitant, unenthusiastic response.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:38PM]: I guess I did, huh? Man, he's not THAT mad, is he?

 

Seeing how timid and apologetic I was, Star didn't waste any time in showing concern.

 

Writes and Reads[4:39PM]: Uh oh… I didn't think about that. No wonder you were in such a hurry to get home earlier! Um… You wanna come over to my place? You can tell my dad about it, I'm sure he can teach you a thing or two about self-defense… You know, just in case.

 

I was flattered by Star's offer, but frankly, I didn't think it would help.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:39PM]: Thanks, Star, but I don't think any of your dad's judo or military techniques would help me against a bulldozer of a guy like Watson; he'd snap me like a twig. Besides, mine is the way of peace… If Benji wants to pound me, then I won't stop him, nor will I fight back, it's just not in me.

 

Writes and Reads[4:40PM]: Don't talk like that, Josh! You do what you have to do to keep yourself in one piece, you hear me? If something like that happened to you, I'd be very upset!

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:41PM]: I know, and I'm thankful to have a friend like you because of that, but I'm kind of skeptical… Something really weird happened the other day, and I've got the worst feeling… I haven't felt like this since…

 

I thought about it for a second.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:41PM]: Star, did I ever tell you about that time, when I was 4?

 

I knew I did, at least I thought I did. Besides my mom and dad, and some other members of my family, Star and Amy were the only ones that knew about it.

 

Writes and Reads[4:41PM]: Yeah… You mean the time when Sonic the Hedgehog saved you?

 

I smiled faintly. So she did remember.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:42PM]: Yeah, that's it.

 

The faint recollection of that one time came floating back into my heart. My dream, my nightmare, my experience. I was only a tot back then, 4 years old, mom said.

 

It was when we'd just moved to Station Square. I remembered being fascinated by the city; it was so big, so busy, and the time just flew by as fast as it pleased, regardless of passersby, in a similar fashion as the ignorant taxi drivers. Everything was in perpetual motion, everything was alive. The town embodied speed and racket.

 

I remembered seeing the tall skyscrapers for the first time, finding that they lived up to their name, clawing at the clouds above. I felt compelled to look up at them; all around me, seeming to draw me in to each of them. I'd spin around to look at this one, then at another, until I was so dizzy I thought I'd pass out.

 

Everything was happening so fast, and it began to make sense that Sonic would live in a place like this.

 

From when I was very small, to now, I'd always heard floating rumors about Sonic the Hedgehog and his gang. The fastest thing on two feet, the courage emblazoned hero, the three-foot tall celebrity. But back then I was young, and naïve; he was nothing but a spiky blue fuzzball, to me. He was fun to look at; fun to talk about, he was something I wanted to hug.

 

One thing mom and dad told me consistently when we made the move to Station Square was that that was where Sonic lived. I remember how joyous I was, how I danced around like cute, innocent little kids do, and persisted to pester my mom on the drive to our new home with my excited, relentless questions, most of those being “Are we there yet?”

 

When we finally arrived, though, and I saw those towering structures, and had a taste of the innovative pace of city life, my infantile, one-tracked mind moved to focus on that, and for the time, I forgot about the navy hero.

 

That is, until that one day…

 

(flashback)

 

[ age 4 POV]

 

 

I woke up between my mommy and daddy, rubbing my eyes, and looking around. I crawled out of our bed, and walked around until all the sleepy was gone, and my eyes would open all the way up. I looked over at mommy and daddy, and they were still asleep. That was ok, though, I didn't mind if they napped a little while. I pulled the string that made our curtains go `whoosh', and in came the light from our window. It was nice and bright outside, and I wanted to play. Feeling happy, I looked out the window, and saw something really neat, something I'd never seen ever.

 

It was a little far away, but outside there was a real big, shiny thing. It looked to me like a toy. A really, REALLY big toy. No, really, this was the biggest toy I'd ever, ever seen; it was taller than some of the buildings!

 

I opened the window a little bit, and lots of loud noises eeked through, and it was so loud, I shut the window again, because it hurt my ears. I watched the toy some more, and I saw it kick the pizza place really hard, and break it all to pieces. I was wondering why the toy was knocking all the buildings down, and making so much noise while it was at it. I watched some more, and I thought I saw something else move. I squinted my eyes until I saw a little blue dot, which was moving all over the place really fast, sometimes jumping up onto the toy and pushing it down. Every time the toy fell down, I thought it was funny.

 

The toy kept getting back up though.

 

I looked over at my mommy and daddy; they were still just as asleep as they'd been 5 minutes ago. I thought for sure that the noises that came through our window when I opened it would wake them up, but it didn't. Our room was sound-proof… That means you can't hear anything outside when all the doors and windows are shut. The man who put the stuff in said it wasn't a good idea, saying something about an Egg-guy, or something. But my mommy wouldn't have it. She said she needed absolute silence to sleep, and it was true.

 

But when she got to sleep, she was just like daddy; an explosion wouldn't wake her up.

 

I looked outside again, and this time the toy swatted the little blue dot, and knocked it into a car. I didn't laugh this time, because for some reason, I didn't think the poor blue dot would get up again.

 

But he did.

 

I wanted to go outside so I could see the toy and the blue dot up closer, but mommy and daddy were still asleep.

 

I waited a minute.

 

They were still asleep.

 

This was taking too long! I didn't want to miss the big toy and the speedy little blue dot…

 

“I'm sorry, mommy, I know it's gainst' the rules, but I wanna go see. Bye-bye.” I said to her, as if she'd hear me in her slumber.

 

With that I wandered out our apartment door. There was nobody around, nobody in the hallway, nobody in the elevator, nobody in the lobby… I walked out onto the sidewalk.

 

There were no people anywhere, but the ground was shaking, and there was a lot of loud noises.

 

I looked over on my right, and I saw it, the biggest toy ever, coming right at me. It was coming fast, too. I suddenly felt a little scared; I knew the toy was bigger than the buildings, but it looked so much bigger when it got closer… It could crush me flatter than a pancake if it accidentally stepped on me.

 

It came closer and closer, and I had to strain my neck to look up, it was so much taller than me. I suddenly lost that sense of adventure, that sense of curiosity, and I just felt strange, and alone… and small. I felt so very small.

I just stood there, not knowing what else to do as I gazed upon the big, loud toy. It got closer and closer, until finally it was close enough for me to stick my arm out and touch it.

 

The robot stopped when it was real close, and then I nearly jumped out of my britches when I heard it talk, in a funny, static-covered voice, kind of like the voice when it comes out of a walky-talky.

 

“Oh? Ho-ho! Looky here, Sonic, a cute little boy! Hmm, just think of the bad press! “Sonic the Hedgehog, unable to rescue innocent child…”

 

Then the toy didn't seem so fun. The toy started to just seem mean, as it raised it's big, mean foot over my head, and started coming down. I felt tears flow freely from my eyes. Why did the toy want to squish me? Why was it so mean?

 

I didn't wanna be squished!

 

“Bye-bye junior!” Said the mean ol' toy, almost like it was happy it was about to flatten me.

 

“No!” Came another voice. This voice wasn't mean… This voice sounded dashing, kind of like my daddy's… This voice made me feel safe.

 

Before I knew what was going on, I felt a huge impact, and my tummy twisted like I was gonna puke. I heard a loud sound, and I was crying, crying loud because I thought I'd been crushed.

 

But I hadn't been crushed. I felt a strong, wiry arm clamped around me, and I felt a strong wind batter me from behind, like when you stick your head out the window of a moving car.

 

Everything was going so fast, I didn't know what to think, but I stopped crying, because I heard a voice, a soft, nearly inaudible whisper, that said:

“Gotcha…”

 

I hadn't registered the information yet, but I felt like this voice was on my side, like it would keep me out of harm's way. And even for a little kid running on naïve guesses, I was right.

 

Whoever this was set me down, and I rubbed my eyes as free of tears as I could, until I could see a vague, blurry image of a familiar figure, not much taller than I was, and bluer than the big water at the beach. I was too upset and confused to really think about who it was, but I knew one thing; this blue dot was my friend. He saved me from the mean toy.

He patted me gently on the head, and I could see his calm, soothing green eyes. They were friendly and inviting, and they calmed me down a lot. He stood up and talked to me again.

 

“It's gonna be ok, little guy. Just stay here and keep quiet, and I'll take care o' that big bully for the both of us.” He told me. I nodded a little, hoping he'd beat the mean toy up really bad.

 

I blinked once, and he was gone, faster than mommy's car, faster than a bullet train.

 

He was so fast!

 

I peeked from behind the car I was sitting next to, sniffling, and fighting to keep the unrelenting tears from my eyes so I could see.

 

While I was watching the blue dot and the mean toy fight, I heard a different noise, one that sounded kind of like an airplane. I looked up, and I saw it… A really neat-looking, big airplane. It was fast, too, but not as fast as the blue dot. It went sailing across the sky, and I saw something wink at me from it's hull, and it came falling down, glowing a pretty yellow glow. I saw the blue dot jump on the side of a building, and run up the side of it, and then jump off into the air, really high up to catch the glowy yellow light in his hand.

 

The big, mean toy swatted at him, but he missed, and the blue dot landed, gripping the glowing yellow thing in his hand. His hand glowed, and then he jumped up into the air, and did a flip, then another, and another, until he was flipping so fast, he looked like a little blue ball. The ball made a funny noise, and floated in the air for a minute, and then it shot forward like a rocket into the big mean toy.

 

The toy made a sound kind of like fireworks, and it had a great big hole in it where the ball had gone through. The toy stumbled around a bit, then I heard the loudest explosion ever, and the light was so bright I was fighting to cover my eyes and my ears at the same time.

 

After the loud sound was over, it just got quiet. Really quiet. Quiet and lonesome. I began to feel alone again, and I wanted my daddy.

 

After what seemed like forever, I saw the blue dot, running around, looking exhausted, looking left and right. He was searching all over the place for something… Was he looking for me?

 

I stood up, and he finally caught sight of me, and ran over, just as fast as ever. I looked up into his eyes, and he just looked relieved to see that I was safe. He wiped the sweat from his head, and smiled at me, holding up two fingers for victory.

 

I smiled back, and held up my fingers, too.

 

He started laughing, and I realized who he was.

 

So I did what I'd always wanted to do when I first met him, and I threw myself at him, hugging the blue fuzzball with all my might.

 

“Oof! Heh, affectionate little tyke, aren'tcha?” He said, in a somewhat strangled voice.

 

(end flashback)

 

 

That was all that I remembered of the day I met Sonic, the day he saved my life. I generally had a really horrible sense of memory, but this was something I remembered as clear as rain. Though, the thing I remembered most clearly was that gut-wrenching feeling I felt when Dr. Eggman's robot was about to smear me across the sidewalk. It wasn't as intense, but I felt that same feeling when I saw that black cat in the ink…

 

Now that I thought about it, I felt that exact same feeling every time I looked directly into the eyes of a black cat… And every time I felt it, it was like something horrible was going to happen.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:45PM]: Heh, maybe I'm just freaking out.

 

I typed this lightly, hoping my words were true, though knowing they weren't.

 

Writes and Reads[4:45PM]: Don't worry Josh… If worst comes to worst, maybe good ol' blue will come and save you again, ah?

 

I laughed at Star's optimistic, cheery response. It was a very nice thought, seeing Sonic again, after all of these years.

 

I watched the news, and Sonic was still all over it. Things hadn't really changed in the past 13 years, except of course, the fact that, after the incident, me, mom, and dad moved out of Station Square, and into a nice little house on the outskirts of the city.

 

Eggman still attacked Station Square on a weekly basis, but Sonic always battled him off, not having aged a bit since I last saw him. I wondered if I'd ever see the blue blur, face to face, ever again?

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:46PM]: Heh, that would be a kick, huh?

 

Writes and Reads[4:46PM]: What, you don't think it could happen?

 

I frowned at the computer screen. I had some pretty good luck, but I wasn't THAT idealistic.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:47PM]: Come on, Star, be a little more realistic… Sonic's too busy with Eggman and Station Square and all that stuff to bother with me. I'll probably never talk to him again. Last time I just happened to be the only un-evacuated civilian in the vicinity.

 

Writes and Reads[4:47PM]: Sonic's known for his ability to be in more than one place at a time. He's a super hero! He's capable of the impossible!

 

I laughed. She was actually right, when I thought about it. The way I remembered Sonic, there was no doubt in my mind that he could do anything. I really wish I had the chance to talk to him again.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:48PM]: You just like him cuz he's shorter than you.

 

Writes and Reads[4:48PM]: Can it, buddy, I'm trying to cheer you up, here… But telling you to smile would be awfully awkward if I were to knock your teeth out, first.

 

I laughed at the sheer violence of her reaction to the smallest poke at her lack of vertical presence.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:49PM]: Hey, all I need is somebody who's always here for me, someone I can always count on. And I have you for that, so I don't need Sonic.

 

I meant every word, too. Star was a good person to talk too when you're feeling uneasy. She always made me feel accepted, and she never failed to cheer me up.

 

Writes and Reads[4:49PM]: Wow, that was unbelievably gay…

 

Writes and Reads[4:49PM]: Finally, you're back to normal!

 

I practically rolled in the floor laughing at how mean that was, but I didn't let on.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:50PM]: Ow, my feelings.

 

Writes and Reads[4:50PM]: lmao

 

Writes and Reads[4:50PM]: You were expecting an “Awwwww!”?

 

I laughed at her manner. Star was one of the most hilarious people I knew… I swear she was just so funny.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:50PM]: From you? No. XD

 

Writes and Reads[4:51PM]: Told you I'd get you back for all the short comments! You didn't think I'd just hit you and let that be the end of it, did you?

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:51PM]: Well, I don't know, you have an awfully `short' fuse…

 

I cracked up at her response.

 

Writes and Reads[4:51PM]: >_< that's it, punk! If you think Benji'd beat you up bad, just you wait!

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:52PM]: Ok, ok! I take it back! lmao

 

Writes and Reads[4:52PM]: …*lowers rifle*Ok then, I'll spare your life, for now.

 

Writes and Reads[4:52PM]: *kick*

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:53PM]: Aww, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. ^_-

 

Writes and Reads[4:53PM]: lmao

 

Writes and Reads[4:53PM]: Don't get used to it! One more short comment like that, I'll give you a kick right where it counts!

 

I laughed at her. Funny how our version of `teasing' one another usually consisted of Star threatening me, and me flirting, or being perverted.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:54PM]: I know, I know, not even Sonic would be able to save me from you.

 

Writes and Reads[4:54PM]: lol

 

Writes and Reads[4:55PM]: Don't forget it!

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:55PM]: lol

 

I was quiet for a moment, trying to think of something else to say.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:56PM]: Star

 

Writes and Reads[4:56PM]: Yeah?

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:56PM]: Thanks for being here for me. I don't know if it means anything, but… This is why I wouldn't trade you for all the company in the world.

 

Star didn't type anything for a minute, and I grinned, knowing she was trying to think of a way to deny her heart's own sweetness, without seeming like a total heel.

 

Writes and Reads[4:57PM]: Aw, cut it out, ya big softy. You know I feel the same way about you, that's why I haven't decapitated you for all the short jokes. Though you're treading the line…

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:58PM]: I wouldn't tease you so if you weren't so cute when you get angry ^_-

 

Writes and Reads[4:58PM]: And I wouldn't punch you so if it weren't so funny to see you in pain.

 

Again I found myself laughing nonstop at her clever ways of tying comedy to violence.

 

AlbelTheWicked4[4:59PM]: rofl

 

Star and I chatted a bit longer, just casual stuff, more of the same friendly banter and teasing, until she had to get offline. We said our fond farewells and I signed off as well, seeing as Amy's chores obviously included painting somebody's house, considering how long she'd been gone.

 

It wasn't very late in the day, and I didn't feel like writing, so I had loads of time to waste. I gave it some thought, and considered going into town and seeing a movie. I shook my head.

 

Nah, a movie was never any fun without Star or Amy, and they were both busy.

 

Maybe I'd go to blockbuster and rent a game or something?

 

Again, I shot the idea down, recalling the enormous fee I owed.

 

I just sat there, lost in thought, nothing coming to mind. I was horribly bored.

 

…Suddenly I heard a scraping noise, and I'm pretty sure I nearly jumped out of my skin. Shaken, I turned to look at my bedroom window, to see…

 

 

…A black cat.

 

End Chapter

 

Yay! I'm finally finished!

 

Now, I'll just put this out in the open, I'm VERY proud of this chapter!

 

I think you'll all really love it!

 

And what's this? Another ominous feline? Could it be that the `omen' is coming to head? omfg, what will happen to me!? What do all these black kitties mean!?

 

And, at last, you can see that this IS a Sonic fanfic, and I've finally managed to show you some relevance in that with my little flashback, which I had a lot of fun writing. I also had fun writing the part with Star and the IM! I know she's reading this, and I really really hope she loves it as much as I know she will! ^_^

 

Anyway, I really can't think of much else to write, but I'll say this: The most climactic part of the fic's dramatic, angstier parts is coming…. meaning Cream, and the other characters you're dying to see will be here soon as well, so stay tuned… AND REVIEW!! Please?