Dead_Mametchi
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Part five: Roman's reputation is getting more and more present in tamagotchi town. The shy and humble Mametchi is scared and is not loosing faith in himself, but Crash knows what to do. Pixel comes along to his home and gives him her own list of loopholes, and offers him to follow him to the king with Crash also.
It seems like the King is positive to let him start building, but if he finds out that Jewel lives with Roman, Roman will feel that.
An accident happens in Tamagotchi Town, and Crash is also involved! will he be OK? o:
The wooltchi- woman in the hair salon was staring at me like I was The Idol or something. I know Mametchi's are popular, but I'm not one of the coolest. I'm still not. I was not starting to get grey's, but I was not a young stud anymore, and I needed more peace and quiet. I was also starting to gain a little more weight than I had as a youngster. But why was I thinking about that? Crash's butt was a lot bigger than mine, but he never gave it half a thought. I still envy him that.
'Hello,' she said. 'You must be Roman.'
I smiled at her. 'That's right. How do you know that?'
She looked up from her collection of razors and scissors. 'Don't you know that you're the currently most popular Mametchi?'
'No, I didn't,' i said, actually surprised.
'Well, all the Appleblossom Girls are talking about you, as the new hero. Is it true that you're gonna build a home for the Neglected?'
Oh, yes, the Appleblossom Sorority Home. All the rich girls in Tamatown lived there together. Crash usually went there to brag about himself and all the other guys in 'their finest age'. The Appleblossoms were not feminists, but they did fight Animal rights purposes. I think my ex lived there too. They were against animal testing on Earth and through undercover humans, gave money to prevent animals being shot full of botox. (The sorority girls coped very good with that in their own faces.)
'Anyway, I'd like to have a facial,' I said. Mrs. Wooltchi was finished putting barettes in the hair of a young memetchi with the largest eyes I'd ever seen, eyeing on me.
'Is it true that you're a pop star?'
I tried not to grin. I did grin once when Jewel asked me if Alice Cooper had gender problems, and she got angry and called me Mr. Retard. Not a good ide to laugh at women, especially not the little ones. 'No, I'm not, sweetheart.'
She didn't look dissappointed. 'How can one so handsome as you and don't be a pop star?'
Then, i had to smile. 'Thank you, my lady,' I said, sitting down in the chair. 'You are also very pretty'.
The four other women in the salon were giggling.
'Sit down, please,' said Mrs. Wooltchi. 'Would you like to have a scalp check too?'
Afterwards, I felt lighter than I had done in years. The sun was warm and it was a beautiful day, so I had a coffee outside the theatre.
I looked at the matchmaker's hut. She had lead a happy couple out in the sun. She didn't just find matches, but she was also a counsellor. The couple were kissing, perhaps they had solved their marital conflicts. The Matchmaker looked very pleased with herself.
'Roman! Roman!'
I turned around. It was Pixel, wearing a nice blue sari. She ran over the grass on her high heels, looking like she was chased by the devil, and a whole lot of kissing couples looked at her, thinking: Did she run away from the institution?'
'What? What is it?'
She gasped for air. 'Your friend! Your friend! He's hurt!'
I held her by the arms. 'Take it easy, Pixel. Take a deep breath.'
'It's your friend, Crash. There was a big car accident, and he was sitting on the bus. I saw him! He wears this, doesn't he?'
She handed me a blood spotted newspaper hat. Ice was filling my lungs. I felt like I was going to faint.
Jewel was sitting in the waiting room's couch, crying. Pixel held around her, trying to comfort her. I couldn't sit. The doctors didn't say much. I just wanted to go into the surgery, but there was no need to make a scene. If Crash died, I wanted a certain dignity around the whole thing.
Pixel was now cradling Jewel, singing a lullaby. Women. They get together better than guys, I thought. I had known Crash since I was a newborn. We comforted eachother in a different way. Less closeness.
A doctor, a Hidatchi, came into the waiting room. 'Good afternoon,' she said bluntly. 'Crash wants to see you.' she addressed me.
'How is he?' I asked her nervously. She tossed her loose hairknot, and hummed: 'He's critical, and unstable, even though he's talking, so be careful.'
The hospital room was plainly white, with a plexiglass window into the rest of the department. Crash was laying in a bed that looked comfortable enough. He looked like a mess. His face was full of stitchings, his one wing was broken, and there was an oxygen tube across his face. His breath was ailing, I had never heard something like it.
They had washed away most of the blood, and he wore a shirt over the stitched deep slash on his chest.
I had to hold his hand. He was cold. 'Crash?' I whispered.
My bestest friend opened his eyes halfly. 'Hi, mate,' he said. 'Nice to see you.'
The beeping sound in the background was getting annyoing. 'Nice to see you too. How do you feel?'
He tried to smile. 'Like a roadkill.' His voice was not as rough anymore, rather submissive and momotone, mushy with pain. 'I won't be able to eat for months. The collision cost me hurt bowels and stomach injury, and my splain went home for Christmas. I nearly died.'
Then, my tears came. 'Oh, poor guy! I would have hugged you if you were not full of tubes.'
'Keep your pants on, buddy,' he said with a crooked smile. 'I don't think I can come to the king with you.'
I wiped away some tears. 'Don't worry. I can make it. Just focus on not dying.'
'Well, like you say, I'm trying not to tempt myself with it.'
Jewel came in. Her eyes were wide with fear. 'Is he dead?'
'No,' I said, lifting her up. 'He's just sleeping.'
'Don't lie to me,' she said.
'He's not dead, god dang it!'
She smiled. 'Ok. I made him a new paper hat.'
The nurses came in again, this time with something thin, sharp and pointy, so we went out again. I put a rose over the rim of the new paper hat.
We went home, and I ordered take-out from the food court. Pixel was writing something on a pink piece of paper, and Jewel whispered to me: 'If I die, will you cry?'
Her lips were quivering.
'If you die before me, I'll go to your favourite destination, get real drunk and sing 'Poison' before that country's leader.'
'They'll shoot you,' she said. wiping away tears with the collar of my t-shirt.
'I wouldn't care,' I said.
She put a cherry from her sundae into my mouth. 'No. you'd have to take care of Crash when he comes home.'
I sighed. How do you explain a thirteen-year-old that someone is close to death?
'Time to go to bed, little peach,' I said.
She held around my arm. 'I want to sleep in your room.'
'Of course,' I said. 'I'll carry your bed, just go brush your teeth.'
The phone rang. 'I'll help her,' said Pixel.
It was the hospital. 'It's your friend, Crash the kutchipatchi...'
'Yes, what about him?' I said, really frightened. If he died, I would never be the same again. We were planning on becoming angelgotchi's on the same time!
'We just wanted to tell you that his status is now stabilized. But We'll have to send him over to the intensive tomorrow. He wants you to be there when we move him over.'
'Oh, thank you! Do you know when he's getting well again?'
The voice paused. 'We are not sure. He had a whiplash and he's lucky not to get paralysed. There will most likely be a long rehab stay afterwards, but it's a sixtyeight chance he'll get completely well again. Those chances will increase if the medical treatment goes well.'
'Thank you,' I said. 'Bye.'
Pixel was sitting in a chair. 'Why is that girl here, Roman? I know I shouldn't ask you this, but...'
I sighed, for the twice-bazillionth time. 'She's the reason why I want to build this orphanage. She came to me after running away from Earth. I couldn't hand her in.'
'I wouldn't dream of telling, if that's what you fear,' she whispered. 'I think you're so brave.'
Before I could answer, she put a finger over my lips. 'I made you a list over loopholes, like Crash asked me to,' she said. And then, she kissed me.
A real french kiss. When her mouth let mine go, I felt light like a feather. My arms were wrapping around her waist, and a smile spread across her face.
'I found you,' she said.
When she left, I sat down by my desk, writing that down: 'Roman, conqueror of attractive ladies.'
It seems like the King is positive to let him start building, but if he finds out that Jewel lives with Roman, Roman will feel that.
An accident happens in Tamagotchi Town, and Crash is also involved! will he be OK? o:
The wooltchi- woman in the hair salon was staring at me like I was The Idol or something. I know Mametchi's are popular, but I'm not one of the coolest. I'm still not. I was not starting to get grey's, but I was not a young stud anymore, and I needed more peace and quiet. I was also starting to gain a little more weight than I had as a youngster. But why was I thinking about that? Crash's butt was a lot bigger than mine, but he never gave it half a thought. I still envy him that.
'Hello,' she said. 'You must be Roman.'
I smiled at her. 'That's right. How do you know that?'
She looked up from her collection of razors and scissors. 'Don't you know that you're the currently most popular Mametchi?'
'No, I didn't,' i said, actually surprised.
'Well, all the Appleblossom Girls are talking about you, as the new hero. Is it true that you're gonna build a home for the Neglected?'
Oh, yes, the Appleblossom Sorority Home. All the rich girls in Tamatown lived there together. Crash usually went there to brag about himself and all the other guys in 'their finest age'. The Appleblossoms were not feminists, but they did fight Animal rights purposes. I think my ex lived there too. They were against animal testing on Earth and through undercover humans, gave money to prevent animals being shot full of botox. (The sorority girls coped very good with that in their own faces.)
'Anyway, I'd like to have a facial,' I said. Mrs. Wooltchi was finished putting barettes in the hair of a young memetchi with the largest eyes I'd ever seen, eyeing on me.
'Is it true that you're a pop star?'
I tried not to grin. I did grin once when Jewel asked me if Alice Cooper had gender problems, and she got angry and called me Mr. Retard. Not a good ide to laugh at women, especially not the little ones. 'No, I'm not, sweetheart.'
She didn't look dissappointed. 'How can one so handsome as you and don't be a pop star?'
Then, i had to smile. 'Thank you, my lady,' I said, sitting down in the chair. 'You are also very pretty'.
The four other women in the salon were giggling.
'Sit down, please,' said Mrs. Wooltchi. 'Would you like to have a scalp check too?'
Afterwards, I felt lighter than I had done in years. The sun was warm and it was a beautiful day, so I had a coffee outside the theatre.
I looked at the matchmaker's hut. She had lead a happy couple out in the sun. She didn't just find matches, but she was also a counsellor. The couple were kissing, perhaps they had solved their marital conflicts. The Matchmaker looked very pleased with herself.
'Roman! Roman!'
I turned around. It was Pixel, wearing a nice blue sari. She ran over the grass on her high heels, looking like she was chased by the devil, and a whole lot of kissing couples looked at her, thinking: Did she run away from the institution?'
'What? What is it?'
She gasped for air. 'Your friend! Your friend! He's hurt!'
I held her by the arms. 'Take it easy, Pixel. Take a deep breath.'
'It's your friend, Crash. There was a big car accident, and he was sitting on the bus. I saw him! He wears this, doesn't he?'
She handed me a blood spotted newspaper hat. Ice was filling my lungs. I felt like I was going to faint.
Jewel was sitting in the waiting room's couch, crying. Pixel held around her, trying to comfort her. I couldn't sit. The doctors didn't say much. I just wanted to go into the surgery, but there was no need to make a scene. If Crash died, I wanted a certain dignity around the whole thing.
Pixel was now cradling Jewel, singing a lullaby. Women. They get together better than guys, I thought. I had known Crash since I was a newborn. We comforted eachother in a different way. Less closeness.
A doctor, a Hidatchi, came into the waiting room. 'Good afternoon,' she said bluntly. 'Crash wants to see you.' she addressed me.
'How is he?' I asked her nervously. She tossed her loose hairknot, and hummed: 'He's critical, and unstable, even though he's talking, so be careful.'
The hospital room was plainly white, with a plexiglass window into the rest of the department. Crash was laying in a bed that looked comfortable enough. He looked like a mess. His face was full of stitchings, his one wing was broken, and there was an oxygen tube across his face. His breath was ailing, I had never heard something like it.
They had washed away most of the blood, and he wore a shirt over the stitched deep slash on his chest.
I had to hold his hand. He was cold. 'Crash?' I whispered.
My bestest friend opened his eyes halfly. 'Hi, mate,' he said. 'Nice to see you.'
The beeping sound in the background was getting annyoing. 'Nice to see you too. How do you feel?'
He tried to smile. 'Like a roadkill.' His voice was not as rough anymore, rather submissive and momotone, mushy with pain. 'I won't be able to eat for months. The collision cost me hurt bowels and stomach injury, and my splain went home for Christmas. I nearly died.'
Then, my tears came. 'Oh, poor guy! I would have hugged you if you were not full of tubes.'
'Keep your pants on, buddy,' he said with a crooked smile. 'I don't think I can come to the king with you.'
I wiped away some tears. 'Don't worry. I can make it. Just focus on not dying.'
'Well, like you say, I'm trying not to tempt myself with it.'
Jewel came in. Her eyes were wide with fear. 'Is he dead?'
'No,' I said, lifting her up. 'He's just sleeping.'
'Don't lie to me,' she said.
'He's not dead, god dang it!'
She smiled. 'Ok. I made him a new paper hat.'
The nurses came in again, this time with something thin, sharp and pointy, so we went out again. I put a rose over the rim of the new paper hat.
We went home, and I ordered take-out from the food court. Pixel was writing something on a pink piece of paper, and Jewel whispered to me: 'If I die, will you cry?'
Her lips were quivering.
'If you die before me, I'll go to your favourite destination, get real drunk and sing 'Poison' before that country's leader.'
'They'll shoot you,' she said. wiping away tears with the collar of my t-shirt.
'I wouldn't care,' I said.
She put a cherry from her sundae into my mouth. 'No. you'd have to take care of Crash when he comes home.'
I sighed. How do you explain a thirteen-year-old that someone is close to death?
'Time to go to bed, little peach,' I said.
She held around my arm. 'I want to sleep in your room.'
'Of course,' I said. 'I'll carry your bed, just go brush your teeth.'
The phone rang. 'I'll help her,' said Pixel.
It was the hospital. 'It's your friend, Crash the kutchipatchi...'
'Yes, what about him?' I said, really frightened. If he died, I would never be the same again. We were planning on becoming angelgotchi's on the same time!
'We just wanted to tell you that his status is now stabilized. But We'll have to send him over to the intensive tomorrow. He wants you to be there when we move him over.'
'Oh, thank you! Do you know when he's getting well again?'
The voice paused. 'We are not sure. He had a whiplash and he's lucky not to get paralysed. There will most likely be a long rehab stay afterwards, but it's a sixtyeight chance he'll get completely well again. Those chances will increase if the medical treatment goes well.'
'Thank you,' I said. 'Bye.'
Pixel was sitting in a chair. 'Why is that girl here, Roman? I know I shouldn't ask you this, but...'
I sighed, for the twice-bazillionth time. 'She's the reason why I want to build this orphanage. She came to me after running away from Earth. I couldn't hand her in.'
'I wouldn't dream of telling, if that's what you fear,' she whispered. 'I think you're so brave.'
Before I could answer, she put a finger over my lips. 'I made you a list over loopholes, like Crash asked me to,' she said. And then, she kissed me.
A real french kiss. When her mouth let mine go, I felt light like a feather. My arms were wrapping around her waist, and a smile spread across her face.
'I found you,' she said.
When she left, I sat down by my desk, writing that down: 'Roman, conqueror of attractive ladies.'
