Evey: she smiles happily as she runs around the house, excited due to the fact that it is almost Christmas

Tart and Pudding: tilt their heads to the side, wondering what the hell she is doing

Evey: wraps herself up in Wrapping Paper and sticks a bow on her head. Wobbles around like a penguin because the paper is wrapped tightly around her legs

Tart: grins evilly and sticks out his leg, tripping Evey

Evey: falls to the ground and rolls all over, trying to get back up. After about thirty minutes of this, she decides that she can't and just lays there, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression

Pudding: walks over to Evey and offers out a hand, trying to pull her up but yelps in pain as Evey bites her on the hand and starts laughing maniacally "...what the hell?..."

Tart: quirks an eyebrow at Evey's awkward behavior. Drags Pudding to the front of the chapter to introduce it "...uh...we'll try to figure out what is wrong with her while you read the next chapter...Enjoy..."

CHAPTER TWELVE

Tart carried the one-hundred pounds of dead weight over his shoulder and he made his way back to the abandoned building that they were residing in before. He climbed up the fire escape ladder that was attached to the side of the building, careful not to hurt Pudding on the way up. He bent his legs and kneeled on the roof. Shifting Pudding so that she was pressed against his front, he hugged her tightly and then laid her down.

Moving away from her body, he walked soundlessly to the side of the roof. Propping his leg up on the ledge, he places on hand on his knee, the other was left to rubbing his nose in thought. He ran the same hand through his hair, then let it fall to his side, slapping his leg in the process. He ignored the stinging pain of the slap and continued to search the sky for Pai's transportation unit.

His ears perked up at the sound of a gasping breath and he whipped his body around to set his gaze on Pudding. She sat up and looked around, confused, dazed, and paler than usual. Spotting Tart, she asked, "Where am I?"

He pointed to the sky with his index finger. "We're waiting for transportation to come and take up away."

"I asked where we are, not what were we doing here." She said simply, urging him with a face that told him he'd better tell her.

He shrugged. "On a roof."

Satisfied that she got the answer from him, she pulled herself up from the ground and brushed past Tart's shoulder as she waltzed over to the ledge. Turning her head to face him with a somber expression, she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Taken aback by her question and the sudden change in her attitude, Tart stared at her with comforting eyes, trying to soothe her with just a look. "To my planet. It will only be for a little while, then we will come back. I promise."

Pudding's eyes squinted in anger. "I don't trust your word anymore, I shouldn't have from the beginning."

Tart raised an eyebrow at her and stepped forward to pull her away from the ledge. He didn't know why it concerned him that she was so close to the edge, but he continued to step forward out of instinct. "I have never lied to you. Not once."

As if sensing what Tart feared and was trying to prevent, Pudding stepped up onto the ledge and crossed her arms over her chest. "You have kept things from me and that is what matters."

Tart began to panic. "I can't tell you everything, Pudding." Taking one last, long stride, his hand clasped around her wrist and he yanked on it. Pulling her forward and off the ledge, she tumbled into Tart's chest.

Twisting and turning in Tart's arms to get away, she sighed then stopped trying after realizing it was useless. "But those secrets you kept from me were about me. I think I should have been allowed to know."

He held her there in his arms for a moment. She had won the verbal argument and that stunned him. Maybe a new physical power wasn't all that she gained. He rubbed his cheek against the top of her head and sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think that you would want to know that your life was going to change for the worst. I won't keep anything from you again, okay?"

He felt Pudding's smile of approval and for some reason, his heart warmed. he grabbed Pudding's chin and lifted it up so that he could see her smile. Leaning his face down to hers, their lips barely touched when he heard a familiar cackle. He dropped his hand from Pudding's chin and let his arm fall from around her waist. Stepping back swiftly, he put his hands in the air, trying to act innocent.

The laughter faded and Kish's voice soon appeared behind him. "I saw that, lover boy. Don't try to play off like you weren't about to kiss her."

Tart turned around slowly and faced Kish square in the eyes. "Where is the ships?" he asked, daring Kish to continue mocking him. The laugher erupted again and Kish collapsed to the ground, rolling around and chuckling. After a minute or two, Tart started to glare at Kish and he finally got the hint. Kish sat up and stared at Pudding for a moment before pointing in the opposite direction. "...Thanks..."

Taking Pudding's upper arm into his grasp, he pulled her towards the ship, ignoring her protests and the sound of her feet stumbling. Turning the corner, he barely glanced up at the ship that had been his home away from home for most of his life. Pudding on the other hand, gasped and quit fighting. The sight of it marveled her. It was at least the size of a one story, fourteen-thousand square foot house and she wondered what kind of cloaking device they had used to get past the view of humans. A house-sized spaceship, hovering over an abandoned apartment complex HAD to be noticeable.

She was so fascinated by the spaceship, she didn't realize that an elevator-looking contraption had floated down for them to board until Tart went behind her and pushed her onto it.

They drifted up to the ship in silence which also carried over to when he was leading her to where she would be staying for the time being. They walked down the long white hallways, the only sounds coming from the sounds of their shoes taking steps. Tart stopped suddenly, causing Pudding to crash into his back and fall backwards onto the marble floor. She looked up at him, shocked, but he didn't seem to notice, too busy slipping a credit-cars looking item out of his back pocket and sliding it into a scanner beside a metal door.

She pulled herself up off the ground just as the door opened. Tart unexpectedly stepped behind her and shoved her inside. She flung herself around to face him and stared at him, utterly surprised. He kept his gaze to the floor and away from Pudding. "This is where you are to stay for the time you spend on this ship." He looked up with aggressive eyes that nearly pinned her to the wall before adding, "Got it?"

Pudding nodded her head, unable to talk. He frowned and walked out the sliding door. Slipping the card through the scanner again, the door gradually shut, blocking Pudding's view of Tart. She sighed and dropped to the ground, spreading her legs out in front of her and resting her head against the locked door that made her feel like she was in prison. Hearing a muffled cackle, she pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear more.

Almost as if granting her wish, she heard Kish's voice tauntingly yell after Tart as he walked down the hall. "TART AND PUDDING. SITTING IN A TREE. F-U-C-K-I-N-G." Pudding tried to imagine Kish skipping around in a school uniform while saying that. She remembered so many girls at her school reacting the same way when they found out about a new crush, but for some reason, this time, Pudding blushed.

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE

Evey: tears her way out of the wrapping paper that was confining her and making it impossible for her to move. Bites some of the paper savagely and eats it, letting it dissolve in her mouth enough so that she can chew it into a ball. Spitting it out at the unsuspecting Tart, she laughs as he falls to the ground in shock and claws at his face as he tries to get it off "wahahahahahahaha"

Tart: scratches his face in the process and bleeds to death

Pudding: cries

Evey: laughs at her evil deed then pouts as she sees Tart rise from the spot he was laying in. Frowns as he walks slowly over to her, almost gliding in thin air.

Tart: chokes Evey in his Spirit form

Evey: has been haunted by a ghost