Idle Chatter Side Story: Charlie's Big Adventure!

 

Chapter 16b; Charlie POV:

 

      The second Trowa and Quatre got into the swing of things I hightailed it away from the house and slipped into the truck through an opened side window. I curled up behind the driver side head rest and sighed. Aw, now here was peace and quiet... and no overly loud human lovers to disturb me.

 

      "GOD! Trowa! Don't tease... I want all of you!"

 

     I felt myself tense as I peeked up over the head rest. Had the two of them moved outside? Noticing nothing but the beauty of nature I shook my head and settled back down. Luckily, it must have been something my overly tired and taxed brain came up with. Rest... what a lovely concept.

 

     "Quat!"

 

     I blinked and looked up again. Now that time I know I wasn't hearing things. Damn, Tro, do you have to be so loud? Some of us unattached animals are trying to sleep here. I sighed and turned slightly, wanting to get more comfortable, trying to bury my ears under my tail.

 

     "TRO.. WA!!!"

 

     "Damn!" I hissed out. That was Quat, no doubt about that one. Apparently, Tro was one hell of a lover. Too bad that didn't help those of us trying to sleep... who weren't worried about screwing our lovers silly. It was bad enough I hadn't been able to sleep last night because of what had happened between Tro and Quat. I was tired damn it... didn't they care?

 

     I had left my head up, ears perked for any more sounds, but they seemed to stop. Snorting I laid back down, curling up tighter with both my front paws and my tail covering my ears. I would not hear anything else this day. I swore it. With a little outburst of air, I settled into the lure of sleep.

 

 

 

     *SLAM!*

 

     It was the first sound I heard and I lifted my head from behind the head rest to blink wearily at the sight before me. There... being pressed against the hood of the truck... was Tro. Not only was he being pressed against it, but he looked like it hurt. Of course, that was a hot hood. After all, a drive from Tro's place to Quat's would have heated the truck up. I winced. Ouch... I know that had to hurt.

 

     "LET ME GO!" I heard Quat yell, struggling in the grasp of the guards. I bowed my head. Farewell Tro, I'll miss ya... but I am not going to the poky with you. No way, no how. I shifted down behind the head rest, not wanting to be noticed.

 

     I watched them led Tro away, none too gently, in cuffs. In cuffs! Man, they really were a whole frigging country unto themselves. Poor Quat had been led away as well, kicking and screaming all the way. Poor Quat. At least Bad Quat seemed to be able to put up a fight. I watched as he kicked one of the guards who backed away holding his face while another one cupped his groin and went down, hard. I felt my little eyes widen at that. Way to go, Quat.

 

     Just then the truck door opened and I looked over, seeing the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. There, standing in the door, was the dreaded little girl who was known to be terrible to animals. I shuddered and scuttled to get away, but my tail was tucked under me and it slowed me down.

 

     With a loud squeak I felt myself being dragged, none too gently I might add, off the head rest and into the tightest hug in my life. "Help!" I squeaked, knowing full well the only one who could understand me was missing. Damn! This is what I get for making fun of the tall lug.

 

     "Pretty Squirrelly," the little girl said, smacking me over the head a couple times. Lord, I was seeing stars. That little girl was strong, for such a small human. I felt myself swung around as I was taken up the long walkway and into the large house. Well, farewell dear life. No one was going to find me in here until I was nothing more than a dead, stiff squirrel.

 

     "Come on, we'll go play in my room," she said, squeezing me once more. I felt my eyes bug out. Help! Air is required to live here! Suddenly, the grip eased and I gasped for air. Of all that is just and wonderful in nature, what the hell was this girl’s problem?

 

     The first thing that I noticed about this girl was that she loved pink. The whole room looked like a bottle of Pepto Bismol had exploded. It was tacky and I swore I was going to be sick. There wasn't a bottle of that pink stuff big enough to keep me from getting sick, I just knew it. I felt myself tossed into a chair and strapped in. I squeaked in indignation. What was this girl, a bondage freak? No child should have such things in their room.

 

     Then the real damage began. She started by putting me in a frilly tutu and top that were both the most gaudy pink I had ever seen. She then tired to force feed me something that look like mud mixed with animal crap. I swore, this girl was sadistic... and was damn proud of it from the look on her face.

 

     After about an hour of such torture, the light of my life... and my savior walked into the room. Of course, the way she saved me lacked finesse... but at least she saved me.

 

     "RAHARA!! What is that dirty little thing you have?! You shouldn't play with dirty rodents! Shaharazad! Come remove this filthy.... thing!" the older woman's voice yelled. From what I could remember, this was Rahara's mother, Namarre. She obviously didn't like animals, meaning this is where Rahara got her vindictive streak towards us poor little animals.

 

     "Namarre, what are you yelling about?" the soft, soothing voice of my angel said as she walked in the door. Ah, Shaharazad. My angel of a vet. She was so caring toward us, and she loved Trowa. Perhaps she would realize I was the one in danger, and not that brat. Her eyes looked around before landing on me. When they saw the state I was in, the widened into huge circles before she rushed over and unlocked me.

 

     "Auntie Shahar... that's mine," Rahara cried out, trying to grab me from my angel and in turn tweaking my tail. I squeaked out in pain and my angel pulled me higher, out of the devil child's grasp.

 

     "What have I told you about animals?" Shaharazad asked, glaring down at Rahara. She quit trying to grab me and put her hands down at her side, her little lips forming into a pout. If I didn't know she was such a demon, I would have felt sorry for her.

 

     "No live animals until I can care for a virtual one correctly," she intoned, obviously having given this speech before.

 

     "Correct. Also, this is Charlie. He belongs to Quatre. And what is the rule about Quatre's belongings?" She scuffed her foot on the floor.

 

     "No touching Master Quatre's things... no matter how pretty they are." I sighed, giving a little cough as I got dirt up my nose. Shaharazad held me close, lightly dusting the dirt off of me before pulling that god awful dress off me.

 

     "Come, Charlie. I'll get you to Quatre and Trowa, just as soon as I give you a swift bath." I chittered an affirmative, knowing she wouldn't understand me either. At least she was caring. She was my angel after all. A swift shower later, during which Rahara kept trying to get in to the bathroom to help with, she brought me over to Quatre's room. By now, I was a wreck. I felt like a paranoid psychopath. I was constantly looking over my shoulder to see where that terror in human form was. I couldn't even trust being with my angel, for that brat had almost grabbed me from her three times on the way here, and that was while Shaharazad had a hold on Rahara's ear. Quat answered the door after a short knock. I moved from my safe place cuddled against Shaharazad's chest and jumped at Quat, skittering in to hide in his shirt pocket.

 

     "What happened?" Quat asked, a little shakily.

 

     "Your squirrel was sleeping in the back of Trowa's truck and Rahara found him. If it wasn't for Namarre screaming about Rahara playing with dirty rodents... well... we won't get into that. Take care of your pets or I won't allow you to keep any!" I could hear her then drag Rahara away and I sighed, still shaking. Damn, this whole house was ballistic.

 

     Quat took me into the room, where I spotted Tro and without further ado, I jumped into his lap, still shaking like the leaf I felt like. Quat looked crestfallen as he stood across from us.

     "I'm really sorry, I... I... there are no words to describe this..." Quat said softly, trailing off.

 

     "We forgive you, Quatre," Trowa spoke up quietly. I squeaked out my own reply.

 

     "Well, I kind of forgive you."

 

     "It wasn't your fault," Trowa finished. I nodded.

 

     "You suffer from dual personalities because this whole house is a reject from a loony farm convention!"

 

     Quat sat down with Tro and tempted me with a little bowl of shelled pecans, which calmed my nerves the rest of the way. "Welcome to my life," Quat said softly.

 

     We began eating quietly, but it was obviously more calm in the room. Tro was looking at Quat like he would die if he lost him. And Quat was looking back at Tro as if he loved the idea. It was almost too mushy for me again.

 

     "Charlie, what happened?" Tro asked suddenly, his eyes curious. I sniffed at a nut and took it, chewing on a piece before looking at him.

 

     "Well, you see... it's all because..." I began, before going into the whole story. All the while, I saw Quat watch Tro with a new amazement in his eyes. For all he was, which was double crazy, perhaps triple if his family came into this, he had never seen anyone like Tro. With a smile as I told of my adventure, I knew that these two were going to have plenty of them as well. And if it was one thing I loved... it was a good adventure. I guess, even though I'd like nothing better than to run away... I was going to stick by them. For a little while longer at least.

 

Owari (The End)

 

Well, here was my little ender for Idle Chatter. I figured what Charlie had gone through was needed. I hoped you all enjoy this little trip into Charlie's life, seeing as he's one of the more fun non-human characters that Jess and I have ever come up with.