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Disclaimer: Roses are red, lawyers are greedy
We don't own Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, or Big O
So please don't sue us, as we are financially needy.
Author's
note: I used "sprites" and "faeries" instead of
"fairies" because I wanted to make sure that I was not misunderstood
to be referring to people in an insulting manner but to tiny mythical creatures
often seen in anime and video games.
"Unusual
Pudding"
"Sempaiiii. . .couldn't you all help clean this too?" Milly stares at the dishes, leftover food, everything else, then gasps in shock upon her return after taking some dishes inside, as the mess of that moment is now the largest pudding cup she has ever seen.
"I. . .I mean, never mind! Thanks anyway! And why did someone put all those ugly dishes in such good pudding?" Milly giggles as she looks at her hands, seeing two large spoons in place of her fingers.
She scoops a handful of vanilla pudding to her mouth, savoring every bite of the delicacy, licking her lips as she moves on to a mound of butterscotch pudding, then to caramel. "This is so good. . .thank you. . .you really are a wonderful person Meryl!"
Milly moves to a large bowl of strawberry pudding, devouring it as she sighs in absolute pleasure between bites. She moves to bread pudding, then to peach pudding, then to mincemeat, then to mixed berry.
"There's just so much pudding here. . .I want to eat it all. . .but not sharing wouldn't be nice. But there's no one around aside from these little sprites. Come here and I'll give you some pudding. . .come here. . .here little Rosetta, Razzly. . .come here. . ."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"You can call me Milly! After all, I know your names!"
"You only know us two."
"But that doesn't matter!"
"This is Snow, this is Cadis, this is Quin, this is Apple, this is Orange."
"Nice to meet you all! Here, have some pudding!" Milly smiles, holding her hands out to the sprites, who begin greedily eating the spoon.
"Ow ow ow. . .that hurts, could you eat the pudding?"
"Yes,
we will. We just thought the spoon was better."
Milly sits there for a while, almost entranced by the sprites. "Cadis looks like a pink cotton candy cloud, Apple looks like a will'o'wisp, and Snow is so cute. . ."
"Why thank you!"
"You're so very welcome. You know, I know a lot of people who don't believe in faeries. Nicholas says you're all nonsense, although that isn't the word he uses for it, he can be such a potty mouth sometimes. Maybe I shouldn't. . .it might hurt you."
"No, we've heard it all before. We're here with you Milly."
"And Sempai, when I told her that there were faeries around, she didn't believe me either and said 'Milly, get real.' Some people can be so mean, but you know, I wasn't even sure you were there. My big big sister always said it, but she lied to me before on some things."
"Awwww. Big big sisters can be mean sometimes."
"And when I told Mr. Vash, he was laughing, told me he believed me, but I knew he was just humoring me."
"Well, we'll show him! Humanoid typhoon or no, he's no match for us!"
"Thank you. . .Razzly, Rosetta, Snow, Cadis, Quin, Apple, Orange. . .you know, I have a Super Orange Machine back home and-"
"I invented it, Miss Milly. I really really did."
"Oh? Well, thank you very much! What does it do?"
"Anything
you want! Well, we have to go now, look over there though!"
Milly
looks in the direction the disappearing faerie pointed, seeing a very large
mound of pistachio pudding. She flies to it, digging in with both spoons.
Ed and Dorothy, who is still carrying Selphie, run into the backyard, closely followed by Jet and Wolfwood, who is leaning on Jet as he is still rather unsteady. All stop still in their tracks and gaze at the shocking sight: the condiments and leftover food and drink left on the table consumed, even the paper decoration missing, and Milly sitting on the ground near a tiny depression in the sand scooping more to her mouth.
"Milly, honey, stop it."
"Mmmm. . .pudding. . ."
"No, it's sand!"
"Don't get between me and my pudding. . .whoever you are."
Wolfwood
finds himself fighting a losing battle to pull Milly away from the sand pile.
"Milly, honey. . .it's not puddin'. Please. . ."
The doctor looks at the rather bleary-eyed (except for Dorothy) and worried visitors. Somehow, Wolfwood, Dorothy, and Jet had managed to drag the protesting Milly away from the yard and get her to the clinic, where she now occupied the second bed, attempting to eat the pillow and frame, still convinced that it was pudding.
"You say these people ate some kind of mushrooms?"
"Yessir." Jet nods at Vash, lying in the other bed with bandages over several cactus spine wounds. "Both of them ate it. And we're lookin' for the others. We found two but they seem all right."
Wolfwood nervously lights a cigarette, bringing it to his lips. "Is Milly goin' to be all right? She must have eaten and drank enough for an army, and that sand couldn't have been good for her at all-"
"She's probably going to have a bad stomach ache tomorrow, at least, and I'll need to keep her for observation just to be sure. Nevertheless, she's not in any mortal danger, and you can come back here after you've checked on the others because she won't even know who you are until this wears off a little more."
"All
right I guess. You know you'd better take good care of her or else."
Wolfwood snarls, despite the fact that his aim with a weapon would be
dangerously errant at this time, and maybe for a few days.
The group walks out into the street, past a passed-out Millions Knives lying in a pile of trash, with a rotten cabbage still stuck on his head. Wolfwood attempts to hold back a loud cackle. "Am I just hallucinatin' again or is that Knives?"
"Yeah, it's Knives all right."
Wolfwood laughs, then sighs. "I wouldn't want to be him when he wakes up. In fact, can we all be on the Bebop when he wakes up?"
Jet laughs. "Yeah, I think so. There's enough room for all of you."
As they walk past Knives's house, they hear singing. Quite familiar singing, actually.
"Legato?"