The Legend of Pervasia Continues...
As some of you know, lulu_42 wrote an awesome epic for the OLPs over at the Kakashi X Sakura Fanclub at Naruto Forums. Since I decided to run a KakaSaku Fairy Tale Challenge I realized that it might be the perfect excuse to continue Lulu's epic tale!
This was originally intended to be the opener for the challenge but about halfway in I realized that: A) it had far too many in-jokes and B) it was much too long for a contest opener. >.< So, that said I'm posting it here. Please keep in mind that it was originally intended to be a contest opener for a Kakashi X Sakura Fairy Tale Contest. :-D
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Once upon a time in a far away land called Pervasia, there lived a quiet young woman known as the Maiden Caitiy. A fluff farmer by trade living on the near deserted Island of Purity, Caitiy spent most of her time tending to the cotton fields and ensuring the high quality of the fluff produced. During her free moments, she chatted with the ferrywoman Ali - the only regular visitor to the island. This simple life was good enough for her - until one day….
“Ali, whatever shall I do?” Caitiy cried to her friend as they surveyed an area of the island that had once been lush but was now a desolate wasteland.
Keeping her own panic to herself so as not to upset the overly-sensitive woman, Ali feigned a calm she did not feel. “Hmm, this problem is too big for the two of us to handle.” The younger woman rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should light the Cougar Signal.”
Caitiy widened her eyes in surprise at her friend’s unexpected suggestion. “You really think so?”
Ali nodded decisively. “Yes, I do.”
“B-But… do you really think that the legendary Heroines of Pervasia will answer my call?” She blushed and continued, feeling the need to explain her hesitation. “I mean, the Island of Purity hardly produces anything important enough for them to trouble themselves with!”
Ali chuckled and patted the distraught woman’s shoulder comfortingly. “’Course they’ll come help, you silly woman! I’ll just go light the signal and head back to the mainland so I can ferry them over when they get here.”
Caitiy smiled and nodded, feeling better already. If anyone could help her with the terrible problem, the legendary Heroines of Pervasia certainly could!
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“Oh! Zelha the Mighty! I’m so glad you’ve come!” Caitiy exclaimed with delight upon seeing whom Ali had brought back to the island.
Ali coughed meaningfully as Zelha was exiting the ferry. With a sheepish grin, the visitor took the hint and left her treasured staff Rodrigo in the boat. The Island of Purity was not equipped to handle the power of such a weapon as Rodrigo the Strong.
“How could I not come!” Zelha remarked with a grin. “The Cougar Signal promised strawberries with Nutella and cream to the one who answered!”
Caitiy shot a confused glance at Ali who shrugged, clearly just as clueless as to what the staff wielder was talking about.
“Well,” the fluff farmer started, unsure as to how Zelha would react, “I’m sorry to say that we don’t have any fresh strawberries. But, if you’d care to wait a bit, I’m sure I could make you a tart.”
Startled, Zelha shot Ali a shocked look. Already anticipating the possible misunderstanding, the ferry woman shook her head slightly and the mighty warrior relaxed. Here on the Island, things like sexual innuendo were a foreign concept. Recovering quickly, Zelha responded, “Sure, sure! A tart with cream and Nutella?”
Caitiy made a face but nodded and gestured for the two women to follow her to her cottage. “Yes, you can put whatever you like on your tart.”
“Sounds good to me! I’ll eat just about anything with Nutella and cream!” The staff wielder smiled happily as she started to follow Caitiy to her home.
With an inaudible sigh Ali shook her head despairingly. “Um, Caitiy?”
The fluff farmer turned to glance at her long-time friend.
“Don’t you think you should have Zelha the Mighty take a look at your problem before you reward her?” she asked patiently. It was no secret that the fluff farmer could be a little scatterbrained at times. Fortunately, those who knew her were used to it.
“Oh!” Caitiy’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise. “Of course, how silly of me!” She smiled sheepishly and changed direction. “Zelha, I asked Ali to light the Cougar Signal because I need your help.”
Knowing there was a tart with Nutella and cream in it for her, the warrior merely nodded as she followed the other two past Caitiy’s cottage and through several cotton fields.
While they walked, Caitiy talked. “I seem to have gotten myself into a terrible mess,” she explained as she shook her head. “You see, after your visit last year I started thinking.”
Zelha’s eyes widened; that was dangerous. She and her companions were famous for spreading smut and corruption wherever they went. If their influence had managed to affect the fluff farmer … well, there was just no telling what would happen. The island might need to be renamed the Island of Not-Quite-Purity.
Caitiy continued unaware of the warrior’s fear. “There isn’t a huge demand for fluff, as you know. And, yet, recently my island has undergone some changes, expanding to the point where I was left with quite a large tract of unused land.”
Absently, the warrior nodded, wondering where the farmer could possibly be going with her story as well as where Caitiy was taking her. They had already gone through the fluff fields and now were starting up a lush, gently sloping hill.
“I hate to see waste, especially on my beautiful island. So I decided to branch out a bit and try my hand at ranching.”
“Oh?” Zelha asked as they crested the hill. All further comments she’d intended to make died as she surveyed the desolate landscape below her. After a moment of stunned silence, she gathered her wits and posed the obvious question: “Just what kind of ranching did you try?”
Caitiy had the grace to blush. “Plot bunnies.”
Zelha the Mighty’s eyes widened. “Krick on a stick…” she murmured, momentarily forgetting where she was. She was immediately sorry for her transgression; not even five seconds after uttering her oath, her mouth was filled with the taste of soap. She made a face and tried to spit out the foul taste. “Fap me!” she cursed again, and was rewarded by an even stronger taste of soap in her mouth. Confused and angry, she opened her mouth to curse again but paused upon observing Ali’s face.
Unable to retain a stoic facade any, longer Ali doubled over and burst into laughter. Momentarily forgetting the terrible taste in her mouth, Zelha watched the ferry woman until she regained her composure. Caitiy watched them both with a faint but clearly resigned frown.
Finally, Ali managed to calm her laughter and explained, as clearly Caitiy wasn’t about to enlighten their confused guest. “Zelha, you may be a mighty warrior, but while here on the Island of Purity no one curses.”
“What?!” the staff-wielder exclaimed.
Caitiy sniffed and brushed a couple specks of non-existent dust from her dress. “The island doesn’t like for people to curse here.”
“B-But,” Zelha stammered.
“Sugar, drat, crumbs and fudge,” Ali supplied, having anticipated Zelha’s question.
The staff wielder blinked a few times owlishly. “Ah … right.” She grimaced and spit again in an attempt to purge the awful taste of soap from her mouth. “Um, so what were we talking about again?”
Ali sighed and gestured at the devastated landscape. “Can you help Caitiy?”
Zelha the Mighty turned back to study the bleak landscape. “So, how exactly did this happen?” she asked aloud before returning her gaze to the other two women, only to do a double take when she realized that Caitiy was nowhere to be found.
“Wha-?” she started to ask the apparently long suffering Ali when the woman in question popped up from behind a large rock carrying what appeared to be something large, gray and fluffy.
“See! Isn’t he just the cutest little thing!” Caitiy exclaimed as she raised a rather fluffy plot bunny and cuddled the troublesome rodent. With a smile, she made her way back to the other two women to show them the captive animal.
Ali just sighed and raised a hand to her face. Need she even say anything?
Zelha shifted her gaze between the two women for a moment. “Ah... I see.” She studied the bunny for a moment. “So, how many of these do you have?”
“Um….” Caitiy hesitated, cocking her head to one side as she absently scratched the big gray bunny. “Well, I can’t really say. Maybe a hundred or so.”
Zelha the Mighty’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “T-that many?”
The maiden nodded sadly, fear and anxiety showing clearly on her features, and Ali blanched. Both women worried that the warrior might not be able to help after all. And, if nothing could be done … well, it would only be a matter of time before the plot bunnies overran the whole island!
“Can you help?” Ali pressed, not expecting a positive answer from the famous heroine.
Zelha opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, thinking for a moment. “Hmm,” she hummed, nodding slowly, “I might be able to do something but, I’ll need some back up.” She smiled suddenly, and it was decidedly devious in nature. “Oh yes, I do think it might work.”
“Back up?” Caitiy asked with faint confusion. “What sort of back up?”
Ali noticed a glint in the warrior’s eye and narrowed her own. “You’re not planning on harming the bunnies, are you?”
“Eh?” Zelha asked with some surprise. How did he ferry woman know she was planning on a large scale bunny massacre?
Ali pulled the staff-wielder aside and out of earshot of the fluff farmer, who was distracted by the fuzzy creature she was cradling. “Caitiy wouldn’t like it if you hurt those bunnies,” she whispered.
Zelha scratched her chin. “What she doesn’t know won’t necessarily hurt her.”
“Oh no-no-no-no-no-no! That would just make her upset!” Ali shook her head.
“I see, well we wouldn’t want that.” She paused to think again. “Hmm, I still think I can help rid this island of all the plot bunnies. But, I will need that back up.”
Ali raised her voice and called out, “You hear that, Caitiy? Zelha says she thinks she can help.”
The fluff farmer’s face transformed from one of fear to one of sheer joy. “Oh! That’s just wonderful!” She snuggled the bunny she was still holding closer to her chest. “That’s just wonderful!”
Caitiy’s grin turned into a frown as a loud bell rang somewhere on the island, causing her plot bunny to panic and wiggle out of her grasp. “Aww!”
“That’ll be someone calling for the ferry,” Ali explained. “I’ll bring them to your cottage Caitiy,” she called over her shoulder as she hastily took her leave.
The fluff farmer nodded absently. “Okay - can’t imagine who it could be though. I’m not expecting anyone.” Shrugging unconcernedly, she turned to the waiting warrior. “I can make you that tart while we wait.
Zelha grinned and followed the fluff farmer.
~*~*~*~
Ali returned forty minutes later with two slightly bewildered women.
“Rei! Dawn!” Zelha greeted the newcomers cheerfully. “You see the Cougar Signal, too?”
Rei grinned, revealing canine teeth that were just a little too long and sharply pointed, giving her a somewhat scary appearance, as she glanced around the room curiously.
Dawn nodded and sniffed the air appreciatively. “Mmm, what’s that?”
Zelha nodded in the fluff farmer’s direction. “This is Maiden Caitiy; she grows cotton for fluff. And what you smell is my strawberry tart.”
Dawn sniffed the air again appreciatively. “Your tart, you say?”
“Yes, my tart. Caitiy’s making it for me for helping with her little problem.”
“Problem?” Rei asked, perking up upon learning that problems were rewarded with delicious pastries on the Island of Purity. “What sort of problem?”
Sensing an encroaching fight over the tart, Ali hastily interrupted the three heroines. “Plot bunnies.”
Dawn laughed. “Plot bunnies? Seriously? What’s wrong with a couple plot bunnies?” she asked, obviously amused. As she spoke, a fluffy gray streak ninja’d in through a window and stole the now cooling tart.
Caitiy gasped and scolded the rapidly disappearing bunny. “Bad Kakashi! Bad!” She took off out the door in vain after the naughty bunny.
“Oh, no he didn’t!” Zelha growled as she dove toward the window.
Rei and Dawn laughed at the staff wielder’s misfortune.
Quickly, in order to prevent an unfortunate incident, Ali made a grab for the irate Zelha. “At the speed he was moving, he’s long gone now.”
Zelha snarled something incoherent, but it was still clear enough for the Island to recognize as cursing most foul. Soon, she was coughing and choking as the taste of detergent once again filled her mouth.
Ali sighed. “Caitiy’ll make you another once she realizes she can’t catch him and comes back.”
Dawn crooked an eyebrow in confusion. “She named them?”
The ferrywoman shook her head. “Not named, no. More like identified them.”
“How so?” Rei asked.
“Well, the pink ones all have green eyes and a decidedly short fuse and the gray ones are all super stealthy and hawk-eyed: one red and one gray eye. So she kinda decided that they must all be Sakura and Kakashi plot bunnies.”
“Hm….” Dawn mused. “I suppose we could just take the lot of them back to Pervasia. Give them away or something.”
Ali winced. “Gotta be careful with them though. Leave a Kakashi and a Sakura alone for any length of time and they multiply like … well, rabbits.”
Zelha the Mighty laughed, guessing how Caitiy had so quickly gotten herself into such a mess. “We can still take them off your hands though. What we’ll do with them, I don’t know.”
Rei’s eyes shone with almost unholy glee. “I know what you can do with them,” she said as she licked her lips. “I’ve always been fond of Welsh Rabbit.”
“Um, you do realize that it’s called Welsh Rarebit and made with cheese and bread? Not rabbits?” Ali asked warily.
Rei grinned, one of her fangs catching an errant sunbeam and glinting in a way that didn’t bode well for anything bunny-like. “Not the way I make it.”
“The way you make what?” Caitiy asked as she reentered the cottage, out of breath and carrying a smug, strawberry jam smeared bunny in her arms.
“Nothing, nothing,” Ali responded quickly so as to avoid a confrontation. “We’re just discussing how we can humanely-,” she glared at Rei, “-deal with all those bunnies.”
“Um, well….” Dawn started doubtfully. “We can still take them all off the island.”
Zelha nodded. “Yeah, but what will we do with them?”
Rei sighed with resignation, clearly disappointed that eating them wasn’t an option. “We hold a contest, of course.”
Caitiy lit up. “What a wonderful idea! A Kakashi X Sakura contest!”
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Many, many thanks to lulu_42 for letting me play in her sandbox!
Huge thanks also to nimblnymph for her wonderful betaing skills!
Without the two of you I'd never have gotten this posted! Thank you!!
This was originally intended to be the opener for the challenge but about halfway in I realized that: A) it had far too many in-jokes and B) it was much too long for a contest opener. >.< So, that said I'm posting it here. Please keep in mind that it was originally intended to be a contest opener for a Kakashi X Sakura Fairy Tale Contest. :-D
~*~*~*~
Once upon a time in a far away land called Pervasia, there lived a quiet young woman known as the Maiden Caitiy. A fluff farmer by trade living on the near deserted Island of Purity, Caitiy spent most of her time tending to the cotton fields and ensuring the high quality of the fluff produced. During her free moments, she chatted with the ferrywoman Ali - the only regular visitor to the island. This simple life was good enough for her - until one day….
“Ali, whatever shall I do?” Caitiy cried to her friend as they surveyed an area of the island that had once been lush but was now a desolate wasteland.
Keeping her own panic to herself so as not to upset the overly-sensitive woman, Ali feigned a calm she did not feel. “Hmm, this problem is too big for the two of us to handle.” The younger woman rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should light the Cougar Signal.”
Caitiy widened her eyes in surprise at her friend’s unexpected suggestion. “You really think so?”
Ali nodded decisively. “Yes, I do.”
“B-But… do you really think that the legendary Heroines of Pervasia will answer my call?” She blushed and continued, feeling the need to explain her hesitation. “I mean, the Island of Purity hardly produces anything important enough for them to trouble themselves with!”
Ali chuckled and patted the distraught woman’s shoulder comfortingly. “’Course they’ll come help, you silly woman! I’ll just go light the signal and head back to the mainland so I can ferry them over when they get here.”
Caitiy smiled and nodded, feeling better already. If anyone could help her with the terrible problem, the legendary Heroines of Pervasia certainly could!
~*~*~*~
“Oh! Zelha the Mighty! I’m so glad you’ve come!” Caitiy exclaimed with delight upon seeing whom Ali had brought back to the island.
Ali coughed meaningfully as Zelha was exiting the ferry. With a sheepish grin, the visitor took the hint and left her treasured staff Rodrigo in the boat. The Island of Purity was not equipped to handle the power of such a weapon as Rodrigo the Strong.
“How could I not come!” Zelha remarked with a grin. “The Cougar Signal promised strawberries with Nutella and cream to the one who answered!”
Caitiy shot a confused glance at Ali who shrugged, clearly just as clueless as to what the staff wielder was talking about.
“Well,” the fluff farmer started, unsure as to how Zelha would react, “I’m sorry to say that we don’t have any fresh strawberries. But, if you’d care to wait a bit, I’m sure I could make you a tart.”
Startled, Zelha shot Ali a shocked look. Already anticipating the possible misunderstanding, the ferry woman shook her head slightly and the mighty warrior relaxed. Here on the Island, things like sexual innuendo were a foreign concept. Recovering quickly, Zelha responded, “Sure, sure! A tart with cream and Nutella?”
Caitiy made a face but nodded and gestured for the two women to follow her to her cottage. “Yes, you can put whatever you like on your tart.”
“Sounds good to me! I’ll eat just about anything with Nutella and cream!” The staff wielder smiled happily as she started to follow Caitiy to her home.
With an inaudible sigh Ali shook her head despairingly. “Um, Caitiy?”
The fluff farmer turned to glance at her long-time friend.
“Don’t you think you should have Zelha the Mighty take a look at your problem before you reward her?” she asked patiently. It was no secret that the fluff farmer could be a little scatterbrained at times. Fortunately, those who knew her were used to it.
“Oh!” Caitiy’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise. “Of course, how silly of me!” She smiled sheepishly and changed direction. “Zelha, I asked Ali to light the Cougar Signal because I need your help.”
Knowing there was a tart with Nutella and cream in it for her, the warrior merely nodded as she followed the other two past Caitiy’s cottage and through several cotton fields.
While they walked, Caitiy talked. “I seem to have gotten myself into a terrible mess,” she explained as she shook her head. “You see, after your visit last year I started thinking.”
Zelha’s eyes widened; that was dangerous. She and her companions were famous for spreading smut and corruption wherever they went. If their influence had managed to affect the fluff farmer … well, there was just no telling what would happen. The island might need to be renamed the Island of Not-Quite-Purity.
Caitiy continued unaware of the warrior’s fear. “There isn’t a huge demand for fluff, as you know. And, yet, recently my island has undergone some changes, expanding to the point where I was left with quite a large tract of unused land.”
Absently, the warrior nodded, wondering where the farmer could possibly be going with her story as well as where Caitiy was taking her. They had already gone through the fluff fields and now were starting up a lush, gently sloping hill.
“I hate to see waste, especially on my beautiful island. So I decided to branch out a bit and try my hand at ranching.”
“Oh?” Zelha asked as they crested the hill. All further comments she’d intended to make died as she surveyed the desolate landscape below her. After a moment of stunned silence, she gathered her wits and posed the obvious question: “Just what kind of ranching did you try?”
Caitiy had the grace to blush. “Plot bunnies.”
Zelha the Mighty’s eyes widened. “Krick on a stick…” she murmured, momentarily forgetting where she was. She was immediately sorry for her transgression; not even five seconds after uttering her oath, her mouth was filled with the taste of soap. She made a face and tried to spit out the foul taste. “Fap me!” she cursed again, and was rewarded by an even stronger taste of soap in her mouth. Confused and angry, she opened her mouth to curse again but paused upon observing Ali’s face.
Unable to retain a stoic facade any, longer Ali doubled over and burst into laughter. Momentarily forgetting the terrible taste in her mouth, Zelha watched the ferry woman until she regained her composure. Caitiy watched them both with a faint but clearly resigned frown.
Finally, Ali managed to calm her laughter and explained, as clearly Caitiy wasn’t about to enlighten their confused guest. “Zelha, you may be a mighty warrior, but while here on the Island of Purity no one curses.”
“What?!” the staff-wielder exclaimed.
Caitiy sniffed and brushed a couple specks of non-existent dust from her dress. “The island doesn’t like for people to curse here.”
“B-But,” Zelha stammered.
“Sugar, drat, crumbs and fudge,” Ali supplied, having anticipated Zelha’s question.
The staff wielder blinked a few times owlishly. “Ah … right.” She grimaced and spit again in an attempt to purge the awful taste of soap from her mouth. “Um, so what were we talking about again?”
Ali sighed and gestured at the devastated landscape. “Can you help Caitiy?”
Zelha the Mighty turned back to study the bleak landscape. “So, how exactly did this happen?” she asked aloud before returning her gaze to the other two women, only to do a double take when she realized that Caitiy was nowhere to be found.
“Wha-?” she started to ask the apparently long suffering Ali when the woman in question popped up from behind a large rock carrying what appeared to be something large, gray and fluffy.
“See! Isn’t he just the cutest little thing!” Caitiy exclaimed as she raised a rather fluffy plot bunny and cuddled the troublesome rodent. With a smile, she made her way back to the other two women to show them the captive animal.
Ali just sighed and raised a hand to her face. Need she even say anything?
Zelha shifted her gaze between the two women for a moment. “Ah... I see.” She studied the bunny for a moment. “So, how many of these do you have?”
“Um….” Caitiy hesitated, cocking her head to one side as she absently scratched the big gray bunny. “Well, I can’t really say. Maybe a hundred or so.”
Zelha the Mighty’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “T-that many?”
The maiden nodded sadly, fear and anxiety showing clearly on her features, and Ali blanched. Both women worried that the warrior might not be able to help after all. And, if nothing could be done … well, it would only be a matter of time before the plot bunnies overran the whole island!
“Can you help?” Ali pressed, not expecting a positive answer from the famous heroine.
Zelha opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, thinking for a moment. “Hmm,” she hummed, nodding slowly, “I might be able to do something but, I’ll need some back up.” She smiled suddenly, and it was decidedly devious in nature. “Oh yes, I do think it might work.”
“Back up?” Caitiy asked with faint confusion. “What sort of back up?”
Ali noticed a glint in the warrior’s eye and narrowed her own. “You’re not planning on harming the bunnies, are you?”
“Eh?” Zelha asked with some surprise. How did he ferry woman know she was planning on a large scale bunny massacre?
Ali pulled the staff-wielder aside and out of earshot of the fluff farmer, who was distracted by the fuzzy creature she was cradling. “Caitiy wouldn’t like it if you hurt those bunnies,” she whispered.
Zelha scratched her chin. “What she doesn’t know won’t necessarily hurt her.”
“Oh no-no-no-no-no-no! That would just make her upset!” Ali shook her head.
“I see, well we wouldn’t want that.” She paused to think again. “Hmm, I still think I can help rid this island of all the plot bunnies. But, I will need that back up.”
Ali raised her voice and called out, “You hear that, Caitiy? Zelha says she thinks she can help.”
The fluff farmer’s face transformed from one of fear to one of sheer joy. “Oh! That’s just wonderful!” She snuggled the bunny she was still holding closer to her chest. “That’s just wonderful!”
Caitiy’s grin turned into a frown as a loud bell rang somewhere on the island, causing her plot bunny to panic and wiggle out of her grasp. “Aww!”
“That’ll be someone calling for the ferry,” Ali explained. “I’ll bring them to your cottage Caitiy,” she called over her shoulder as she hastily took her leave.
The fluff farmer nodded absently. “Okay - can’t imagine who it could be though. I’m not expecting anyone.” Shrugging unconcernedly, she turned to the waiting warrior. “I can make you that tart while we wait.
Zelha grinned and followed the fluff farmer.
~*~*~*~
Ali returned forty minutes later with two slightly bewildered women.
“Rei! Dawn!” Zelha greeted the newcomers cheerfully. “You see the Cougar Signal, too?”
Rei grinned, revealing canine teeth that were just a little too long and sharply pointed, giving her a somewhat scary appearance, as she glanced around the room curiously.
Dawn nodded and sniffed the air appreciatively. “Mmm, what’s that?”
Zelha nodded in the fluff farmer’s direction. “This is Maiden Caitiy; she grows cotton for fluff. And what you smell is my strawberry tart.”
Dawn sniffed the air again appreciatively. “Your tart, you say?”
“Yes, my tart. Caitiy’s making it for me for helping with her little problem.”
“Problem?” Rei asked, perking up upon learning that problems were rewarded with delicious pastries on the Island of Purity. “What sort of problem?”
Sensing an encroaching fight over the tart, Ali hastily interrupted the three heroines. “Plot bunnies.”
Dawn laughed. “Plot bunnies? Seriously? What’s wrong with a couple plot bunnies?” she asked, obviously amused. As she spoke, a fluffy gray streak ninja’d in through a window and stole the now cooling tart.
Caitiy gasped and scolded the rapidly disappearing bunny. “Bad Kakashi! Bad!” She took off out the door in vain after the naughty bunny.
“Oh, no he didn’t!” Zelha growled as she dove toward the window.
Rei and Dawn laughed at the staff wielder’s misfortune.
Quickly, in order to prevent an unfortunate incident, Ali made a grab for the irate Zelha. “At the speed he was moving, he’s long gone now.”
Zelha snarled something incoherent, but it was still clear enough for the Island to recognize as cursing most foul. Soon, she was coughing and choking as the taste of detergent once again filled her mouth.
Ali sighed. “Caitiy’ll make you another once she realizes she can’t catch him and comes back.”
Dawn crooked an eyebrow in confusion. “She named them?”
The ferrywoman shook her head. “Not named, no. More like identified them.”
“How so?” Rei asked.
“Well, the pink ones all have green eyes and a decidedly short fuse and the gray ones are all super stealthy and hawk-eyed: one red and one gray eye. So she kinda decided that they must all be Sakura and Kakashi plot bunnies.”
“Hm….” Dawn mused. “I suppose we could just take the lot of them back to Pervasia. Give them away or something.”
Ali winced. “Gotta be careful with them though. Leave a Kakashi and a Sakura alone for any length of time and they multiply like … well, rabbits.”
Zelha the Mighty laughed, guessing how Caitiy had so quickly gotten herself into such a mess. “We can still take them off your hands though. What we’ll do with them, I don’t know.”
Rei’s eyes shone with almost unholy glee. “I know what you can do with them,” she said as she licked her lips. “I’ve always been fond of Welsh Rabbit.”
“Um, you do realize that it’s called Welsh Rarebit and made with cheese and bread? Not rabbits?” Ali asked warily.
Rei grinned, one of her fangs catching an errant sunbeam and glinting in a way that didn’t bode well for anything bunny-like. “Not the way I make it.”
“The way you make what?” Caitiy asked as she reentered the cottage, out of breath and carrying a smug, strawberry jam smeared bunny in her arms.
“Nothing, nothing,” Ali responded quickly so as to avoid a confrontation. “We’re just discussing how we can humanely-,” she glared at Rei, “-deal with all those bunnies.”
“Um, well….” Dawn started doubtfully. “We can still take them all off the island.”
Zelha nodded. “Yeah, but what will we do with them?”
Rei sighed with resignation, clearly disappointed that eating them wasn’t an option. “We hold a contest, of course.”
Caitiy lit up. “What a wonderful idea! A Kakashi X Sakura contest!”
~*~*~*~
Many, many thanks to lulu_42 for letting me play in her sandbox!
Huge thanks also to nimblnymph for her wonderful betaing skills!
Without the two of you I'd never have gotten this posted! Thank you!!