Chapter Nine: Finding The Wizard of J-Rock
When Pomme and Sarai woke they were in a big pink room on small pink beds dressed in pink pajamas.
“You know, I like pink, but I think I’m having a pink overload.” Said Sarai, pulling at the pajamas.
“What happened?” mumbled Pomme, rubbing her head.
“You crashed into our city, clogged up traffic and destroyed several buildings, no big deal of course. Long story short you are in the Pink Star City, in our Welcome Center, which you crashed into.” Said a very sarcastic voice.
When the girls turned around they saw a lady with pink hair, black strands underneath.
“Auntie Fawn?!” cried Pomme, glomping the lady.
“Get the fuck off me!” cried the lady, shoving Pomme off. “My name isn’t Fawn! And I am not your aunt!”
“Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else.” Pomme turned away from the woman and sat back down on one of the beds, some tears running down her face. She was really beginning to miss her Auntie Fawn and her Uncle Aoi.
“It’ll be okay Pomme, we’ll get home soon enough. We just need to talk to the Wizard.” Sarai reached over and patted Pomme’s shoulder.
“Talk to the Wizard? You crash into our city and then you think we’ll let you talk to the Wizard?! You’ve got to be coo-coo for Coco Puffs and I don’t mean chocolatey fucking goodness! Are you insane?” said the lady with the pink and black hair.
“But we must speak to the Wizard! The good witch of the North, hide, sent us!” cried Pomme.
“Oh yeah? Good witch huh? Well, we’ll need proof that he sent you.” The lady put her hands are her hips and frowned. She didn’t seem at all happy about the mentioning of hide.
“Well, she’s wearing the nine-inch electric blue heels that he gave her!” said Sarai pointing at Pomme’s feet.
“How do I know that she got those from hide? She could’ve just picked them up anywhere!” said the lady.
“But she didn’t pick them up anywhere. These belonged to the Wicked Bitch of the East, we crushed her with an abandoned house and hide gave Pomme the shoes.”
“So, you’ve killed before! Landing houses on top of people, then crashing flying machines into cities! Maybe you are here to kill our wizard too!”
“It was an accident when we killed the Wicked Bitch! We didn’t mean to land on her! And as to crashing into the city, that was entirely Gackt’s fault. He was the one flying the thing!” said Pomme, standing up.
“Great Pomme, blame Gackt. I’m sure that will help!” said Sarai, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling and back to the floor.
“Oh you must mean the gentlemen that were with you when you crashed! They are being questioned as we speak.” Replied the lady.
“Where are they being held?” asked Sarai.
“As if I’m going to tell you! Do I have S T U P I D written on my forehead in hot pink letters or something? I don’t think so.” Replied the lady.
“Well, where are our clothes? The ones we crashed in?” asked Pomme.
“They are in a special place. Well taken care of I assure you. In the mean time, you are to come with me as you are to have your pictures taken and to be escorted to the local jail. You will be held until such a time as the wizard decides to put you on trial.” With that the lady put some leopard spotted furry handcuffs on the girls and began to escort them out.
Just then Sarai had a brilliant idea. She suddenly fell to the ground and began breathing hard and forcing herself to wheeze. Pomme stopped short and tried to help Sarai up, not realizing what Sarai was trying to do.
“Sarai? Are you okay? Sarai!” Pomme turned to the lady. “She is having an asthma attack, she needs her inhaler!! It’s in the pocket of her pants! Hurry, hurry!”
Frightened, because she had never seen someone have an asthma attack, the lady took off to get Sarai’s pants and, subsequently, her inhaler.
“It’ll be okay Sarai, deep breaths.” Said Pomme, sitting beside Sarai.
“I’m fine, Pomme.” Sarai pulled out the keys to the handcuffs and her inhaler from a pocket in the pajamas. “I took my inhaler out of my pants just before I passed out and held onto it. And, you provided enough of a distraction that I was able to slip the keys out of that lady’s pocket.”
Pomme hit Sarai’s arm, hard.
“Ouch! What did you do that for?!” cried Sarai.
“You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were going to die or something!”
“Well I’m not dead! So let’s hurry and get the hell out of here!” with that Sarai unlocked the handcuffs and the girls took off.
As they wandered down the streets looking for signs, they noticed a star-shaped building that said “Prisoner Questioning” on the side. Quietly, they snuck into the building to find Gackt, Yo and Miyavi.
“Why do I have the feeling that this is all a little too easy?” asked Pomme.
“Probably because it is.” Replied Sarai.
“Where do you think they are being held?” asked Pomme, almost falling off her heels for about the millionth time.
“I have no clue, but this place didn’t look very big, so I’m sure we’ll find them shortly.” However, Sarai was very wrong. Even though the building itself looked small, inside it was a large and complex maze leading down into caverns below. Gackt, Yo and Miyavi were being held in the very bottom of this large and complex labyrinth, being questioned by a very large and mean guard.
After hours of searching and getting even more lost, the girls sat down in a closet for some rest. They were both very tired and hungry. Scrounging through their little hiding space they found some snacks shaped like stars and a bottle of juice, which they decided to share. After reading the ingredients however, Sarai realized that she could not eat the snacks or drink the juice because they had rice in them.
“Damn allergy to rice! It’s going to be the death of me, you know.” Complained Sarai, throwing the snacks over to Pomme.
Just then they heard someone walking outside the door. They held their breath and squeezed themselves up against the very back of the closet, waiting. The door opened only slightly and three figures slipped in.
“Now what, Miyavi?” said a hushed voice.
“Miyavi? Gackt? Yo? Is that you?” Sarai whispered.
"Yes. Sarai? Pomme?” replied a voice.
“Yes!” Sarai and Pomme came up to the other figures and they all exchanged hugs.
“How did you escape?” asked Pomme.
“Well, it turns out Miyavi has a photographic memory and once the guards backs were turned we escaped. He has led us this far, but the guards were catching up, so we slipped in here.” Replied Yo.
“How can Miyavi have a photographic memory if he has no brain or any other internal organs?” asked Sarai, hugging onto Yo and Pomme.
Miyavi shrugged and smiled.
“It doesn’t matter, really,” said Pomme. “As long as he can get us out of here.”
“Well we better hurry, otherwise we are going to get caught.” Whispered Gackt.
They waited a moment until they heard the guards’ footsteps pass, then they opened the door and ran for it. As they ran, none of them knew that they were being watched by Twink in her tower through her crystal triangle.
“Damn it. Why does nothing I do work? They are always escaping and getting closer to the wizard. Must do something, but what?” raged Twink. She wasn’t used to this, normally she got her way very quickly, but she had now been denied her desires by 3 men and 2 girls. One of whom still hadn’t figured out how to use the magical shoes given her by hide.
Finally, after sneaking around the city, the sun began to set and everyone went to their homes and to bed. Signs were even hung along the side-walks saying they were “Closed for the Night”.
“Wow, this is almost like that little village we live in!” said Pomme.
“Yeah, except we don’t have signs notifying the closure of side-walks. Come on, we’ve got to find the wizard if we ever want to get out of here.”
Finding the wizard proved quite easy actually, because just above his Castle was a huge blaring sign pointed directly at his door. The sign practically screamed in its bright neon orange letters, proclaiming “THE WIZARD IS HERE!”
“Well, that isn’t obvious at all.” Said Sarai.
With that, they all snuck up and went in to the Castle of the Wizard of J-Rock.
When Pomme and Sarai woke they were in a big pink room on small pink beds dressed in pink pajamas.
“You know, I like pink, but I think I’m having a pink overload.” Said Sarai, pulling at the pajamas.
“What happened?” mumbled Pomme, rubbing her head.
“You crashed into our city, clogged up traffic and destroyed several buildings, no big deal of course. Long story short you are in the Pink Star City, in our Welcome Center, which you crashed into.” Said a very sarcastic voice.
When the girls turned around they saw a lady with pink hair, black strands underneath.
“Auntie Fawn?!” cried Pomme, glomping the lady.
“Get the fuck off me!” cried the lady, shoving Pomme off. “My name isn’t Fawn! And I am not your aunt!”
“Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else.” Pomme turned away from the woman and sat back down on one of the beds, some tears running down her face. She was really beginning to miss her Auntie Fawn and her Uncle Aoi.
“It’ll be okay Pomme, we’ll get home soon enough. We just need to talk to the Wizard.” Sarai reached over and patted Pomme’s shoulder.
“Talk to the Wizard? You crash into our city and then you think we’ll let you talk to the Wizard?! You’ve got to be coo-coo for Coco Puffs and I don’t mean chocolatey fucking goodness! Are you insane?” said the lady with the pink and black hair.
“But we must speak to the Wizard! The good witch of the North, hide, sent us!” cried Pomme.
“Oh yeah? Good witch huh? Well, we’ll need proof that he sent you.” The lady put her hands are her hips and frowned. She didn’t seem at all happy about the mentioning of hide.
“Well, she’s wearing the nine-inch electric blue heels that he gave her!” said Sarai pointing at Pomme’s feet.
“How do I know that she got those from hide? She could’ve just picked them up anywhere!” said the lady.
“But she didn’t pick them up anywhere. These belonged to the Wicked Bitch of the East, we crushed her with an abandoned house and hide gave Pomme the shoes.”
“So, you’ve killed before! Landing houses on top of people, then crashing flying machines into cities! Maybe you are here to kill our wizard too!”
“It was an accident when we killed the Wicked Bitch! We didn’t mean to land on her! And as to crashing into the city, that was entirely Gackt’s fault. He was the one flying the thing!” said Pomme, standing up.
“Great Pomme, blame Gackt. I’m sure that will help!” said Sarai, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling and back to the floor.
“Oh you must mean the gentlemen that were with you when you crashed! They are being questioned as we speak.” Replied the lady.
“Where are they being held?” asked Sarai.
“As if I’m going to tell you! Do I have S T U P I D written on my forehead in hot pink letters or something? I don’t think so.” Replied the lady.
“Well, where are our clothes? The ones we crashed in?” asked Pomme.
“They are in a special place. Well taken care of I assure you. In the mean time, you are to come with me as you are to have your pictures taken and to be escorted to the local jail. You will be held until such a time as the wizard decides to put you on trial.” With that the lady put some leopard spotted furry handcuffs on the girls and began to escort them out.
Just then Sarai had a brilliant idea. She suddenly fell to the ground and began breathing hard and forcing herself to wheeze. Pomme stopped short and tried to help Sarai up, not realizing what Sarai was trying to do.
“Sarai? Are you okay? Sarai!” Pomme turned to the lady. “She is having an asthma attack, she needs her inhaler!! It’s in the pocket of her pants! Hurry, hurry!”
Frightened, because she had never seen someone have an asthma attack, the lady took off to get Sarai’s pants and, subsequently, her inhaler.
“It’ll be okay Sarai, deep breaths.” Said Pomme, sitting beside Sarai.
“I’m fine, Pomme.” Sarai pulled out the keys to the handcuffs and her inhaler from a pocket in the pajamas. “I took my inhaler out of my pants just before I passed out and held onto it. And, you provided enough of a distraction that I was able to slip the keys out of that lady’s pocket.”
Pomme hit Sarai’s arm, hard.
“Ouch! What did you do that for?!” cried Sarai.
“You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were going to die or something!”
“Well I’m not dead! So let’s hurry and get the hell out of here!” with that Sarai unlocked the handcuffs and the girls took off.
As they wandered down the streets looking for signs, they noticed a star-shaped building that said “Prisoner Questioning” on the side. Quietly, they snuck into the building to find Gackt, Yo and Miyavi.
“Why do I have the feeling that this is all a little too easy?” asked Pomme.
“Probably because it is.” Replied Sarai.
“Where do you think they are being held?” asked Pomme, almost falling off her heels for about the millionth time.
“I have no clue, but this place didn’t look very big, so I’m sure we’ll find them shortly.” However, Sarai was very wrong. Even though the building itself looked small, inside it was a large and complex maze leading down into caverns below. Gackt, Yo and Miyavi were being held in the very bottom of this large and complex labyrinth, being questioned by a very large and mean guard.
After hours of searching and getting even more lost, the girls sat down in a closet for some rest. They were both very tired and hungry. Scrounging through their little hiding space they found some snacks shaped like stars and a bottle of juice, which they decided to share. After reading the ingredients however, Sarai realized that she could not eat the snacks or drink the juice because they had rice in them.
“Damn allergy to rice! It’s going to be the death of me, you know.” Complained Sarai, throwing the snacks over to Pomme.
Just then they heard someone walking outside the door. They held their breath and squeezed themselves up against the very back of the closet, waiting. The door opened only slightly and three figures slipped in.
“Now what, Miyavi?” said a hushed voice.
“Miyavi? Gackt? Yo? Is that you?” Sarai whispered.
"Yes. Sarai? Pomme?” replied a voice.
“Yes!” Sarai and Pomme came up to the other figures and they all exchanged hugs.
“How did you escape?” asked Pomme.
“Well, it turns out Miyavi has a photographic memory and once the guards backs were turned we escaped. He has led us this far, but the guards were catching up, so we slipped in here.” Replied Yo.
“How can Miyavi have a photographic memory if he has no brain or any other internal organs?” asked Sarai, hugging onto Yo and Pomme.
Miyavi shrugged and smiled.
“It doesn’t matter, really,” said Pomme. “As long as he can get us out of here.”
“Well we better hurry, otherwise we are going to get caught.” Whispered Gackt.
They waited a moment until they heard the guards’ footsteps pass, then they opened the door and ran for it. As they ran, none of them knew that they were being watched by Twink in her tower through her crystal triangle.
“Damn it. Why does nothing I do work? They are always escaping and getting closer to the wizard. Must do something, but what?” raged Twink. She wasn’t used to this, normally she got her way very quickly, but she had now been denied her desires by 3 men and 2 girls. One of whom still hadn’t figured out how to use the magical shoes given her by hide.
Finally, after sneaking around the city, the sun began to set and everyone went to their homes and to bed. Signs were even hung along the side-walks saying they were “Closed for the Night”.
“Wow, this is almost like that little village we live in!” said Pomme.
“Yeah, except we don’t have signs notifying the closure of side-walks. Come on, we’ve got to find the wizard if we ever want to get out of here.”
Finding the wizard proved quite easy actually, because just above his Castle was a huge blaring sign pointed directly at his door. The sign practically screamed in its bright neon orange letters, proclaiming “THE WIZARD IS HERE!”
“Well, that isn’t obvious at all.” Said Sarai.
With that, they all snuck up and went in to the Castle of the Wizard of J-Rock.
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