Dinner actually wasn't that bad, for a while anyhow.
As expected, a charming young lady was waiting for us, just as I had known there
would be. Janet loved playing matchmaker, to bad it never went very well. Anyway
the beautiful, smart Disco Aisha, named SallyGirl, who I did truly believe thought
me good-looking, despite my sloppy clothing and small size.
She was sitting at the table when we walked in.
Boy, the first thoughts that went through my head were that she looked awesome
in that white suit-an expensive, cream, silky business piece. What in the world
was a girl like this doing chatting with a Scorchio mother like Janet? She really
didn't fit in with the normal crowd at Food 4 All. I am afraid I stared a bit.
"Janet!" she squealed as she spotted us. (A
family of Scorchios and a tiny Yellow Aisha are hard to miss.) "Girls! How are
you? Oh!" she patted little Juliet's Donna doll's head. "I like your doll."
We all slid into the corner table booth and picked
up the menus.
"Thank you, Miss SallyGirl," politely responded
the well brought up Juliet. The Red Scorchio girl's large green eyes sparkled
with pleasure. "Uncle DeSoni fixed her for me!"
"Oh?" Ms. Gorgeous turned towards me with a smile
fit to dazzle Frank Sloth himself. "So you're the famous DeSoni. Janet told
me all about you."
Hue-man. This girl was just too perfect! In the
midst of her rich magnificence I felt amazingly aware of the fact I was a boring,
unpainted Yellow Aisha nobody who hadn't changed his raggedy, work clothes for
dinner, had a headache, and whose earstalks were a perfect painting of purply-blue
bruises hidden under a bunch of wimpy yellow goop.
I felt like a silly immature kitten, which I
suppose I was to a degree. "Yah," I mumbled, tearing my eyes away and staring
at my paper napkin. "I'm DeSoni."
"So," she said, "I hear you're a regular Mr.
Fix-It. Janet, however, called you a mechanical engineer with minors in electric,
toy manufacture, plumbing, carpentry, reupholstering-"
I darted a quick glance at a nervous looking
Janet and interrupted SallyGirl's endless list. "Janet exaggerates. I've never
even stepped foot in a Neoschool."
Janet jumped in before I could deride myself
further. "He taught himself everything he knows! DeSoni's a genius, and great
with children besides!"
Before I could even blush, Tereasa effectively
ended the conversation by knocking over the pitcher of ice water some sweet
waitress had left for us in the center of the table. It had sat unnoticed at
With a loud *plash* ice cubes and freezing water
soaked SallyGirl from the waist down. She jumped up with a show of amazingly
quick reflexes and didn't even squeal like you'd expect most girls in her position
to. It actually appeared to me that, for a split second, she was furious, but
so quick was the transformation from irate to resigned that I thought I had
Grabbing handfuls of napkins, we soon had the
table and bench reasonably dry, but our Disco Aisha guest's suit was another
story. She soon gave up her frantic dabbing at her skirt and sat down again.
Sighing, she said, "Let's just order."
We did, and the rest of dinner was okay, I guess,
except for the fact that Tereasa was completely out of character and acted all
withdrawn and rude for some reason. SallyGirl asked a lot of questions about
me, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to respond much. I just mumbled
short, to-the-point answers and focused on my meal.
After we had all chipped in to pay the bill,
which surprised our guest to no end, SallyGirl volunteered to drive us home
in her NeoMerc. Since we had all walked, we accepted gratefully. I never guessed
there was an ulterior motive for her generosity.
The Scorchios let me to rent a room in their
house, so we all got out at the same stop. As SallyGirl rode off, Tereasa turned
to me with a warning look in her eyes. "I don't like her. Don't trust her, DeSoni.
I wanted to disagree, to say she was beautiful,
fantastic, warm and kind… But I couldn't. Probably because, deep in my subconscious,
I knew my Scorchio friend was right.
"The Buzz" lived up to his promise; he picked me up the next morning. Unfortunately,
it was rather more dramatic than I expected. I had taken if for granted that
the "picking up" would be at my Fix-It Shop, that it would be a slow hour with
few customers, just like yesterday. I took way too much for granted.
To be perfectly honest, he snatched me right
off the driveway. I can't even say I put up a good fight, or even that I knew
what was going on. To the best of my ability, this is how things went down:
One minute I was walking out my door, in a pretty
good mood since I had practically forgotten the previous day's events. Then
a black carriage flew (and I do mean flew) out of nowhere and instantly everything
came flooding back. It must have been really easy for that one Buzz (certainly
more of the rented muscle man then yesterday's rich model) who dashed out of
hiding to jump me. Before I had reasonably recovered, he slammed a sickly-smelling
cloth over my nose and mouth, lifted my semi-conscious form right off the ground,
and jumped into the said carriage. I was asleep to Neopia by the time I felt
my weak body slam on the carpeted floor of the carriage.
I don't know how long I was out, but I'm guessing
about an hour and a half, maybe two. What I do know is when I came to, that
Buzz was there. The first thing he did was place his right loafer on my chest.
I was still woozy and, remembering yesterday, knew it would be stupid to struggle.
So I didn't.
"DeSoni," he said, in that reasonable, logical
voice of his that commanded respect with every word.
I flicked all four ears and slowly opened my
eyes. He looked exactly the same as yesterday.
"I'd let you sit, but the windows aren't tinted.
If you simply stay down there I'll remove my foot."
I nodded in weak agreement and he moved his loafer,
which did make things seem remarkably less bleak. He stared forward, seemingly
ignoring me completely. The silence was incredibly uncomfortable, especially
since I was so nervous and, I admit it, scared.
"Where are we going?" I asked, desperate to kill
the deafening silence.
"I told you not to ask that yesterday," was his
"Well, you didn't ask me not to ask what the
job is? What exactly will I be doing?"
His intelligent, calculating eyes flicked my
way, and then back at whatever it was straight ahead. "You'll find out soon
"But… what if I need to prepare for this job?
What about my tools?" It was just dawning on me that I wasn't at all prepared
for any sort of job around the magnitude of snatching me off the street.
"You'll have everything you need." His tone was
getting slightly aggravated, which I could tell would not be good for me in
the long run. "Honestly, don't I look like I could afford it?"
I had to admit he looked like a billion Neopoints,
but that isn't something you admit to your captor. As low as I've sunken, I
never quite lost my pride.
We lapsed into silence again. I couldn't think
of anything else to say, and it was obvious my irritable traveling companion
despised questions and small talk. I suppose we traveled another half-hour,
although it felt like several at the time. Let's leave it that I never believed
I could be so bored when faced with such an unpredictable situation that could
likely end in my own demise. Perhaps it was because I had barely the slightest
idea what was going on.
Eventually the carriage slowed and drew to a
stop. "You may sit up now," said the Buzz, who still hadn't supplied me with
any form of a name.
I did so and looked out the carriage's windows.
The first things I noticed were the huge Buzz guards. The next thing I noticed
was SallyGirl, now clad in a black jumpsuit complete with cape and utility belt.
I suppose the shock showed in my eyes. I couldn't
even move as she opened the door and spoke to the Electric Buzz, completely
"Hey BB, did you get it? Will we finally get
that stupid ray of yours finished?"
The 'it', I figured, was me. I'm an 'it' now,
I thought. I knew I should've trusted Tereasa's judgment, not to mention my
own. And, was it me, or did that tricky little Disco Aisha use a remarkably
informal tone with the giant Electric Buzz.
"Of course, beautiful, the BB always gets what
he wants. Let's go get that ray fixed so we can take over the world. We've waited
Man, I never would've dreamed that huge tough
dude could talk so gently with anyone, especially the girl I'd nearly fallen
head over heals for yesterday. It was almost as if, no-it couldn't be. But,
he seemed almost wary.
To be continued...
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