Tear Droplet: Just a quick intro from yours truly, the author. I know I haven't updated any my fanfiction in ages and yet I'm starting a new one. I just felt like I wanted to upload something new. I have a bunch of ideas to type out and no motivation to type. I'm amazed I was even able to type this (even though it was short). I don't have this story sorted out yet. I only have the ending in my head lol…There shouldn't be too many grammatical errors either since I was able to do a mini read through cause it was short.

Enjoy ;). One of my favorite Pretty Cure couples.

Prologue: The end of King Jikochu

And that was it. Cure Heart's last move, My Sweet Heart, defeated Proto Jikochu as well as cleansing all the selfish psyches that were in him. Bel, after being overrun by King Jikochu's power and likewise being defeated, was weakened into the state of a mouse. Marmo, discovering his pathetic state, picked him up by his tail and sighed. "Look at you" she said.

"How pathetic" Ira commented.

"Whatever, I'll just sleep for 10,000 years again to build up my energy" Bel replied.

"Huh!? Another 10,000 years!?" Ira exclaimed. He turned to face where the Cures were sitting in the far distance.

"Oh well" he said as he started particularly at a blue haired girl laughing away. "They're still here."

"What are you doing?" Marmo asked bringing Ira back to reality. "Let's go" she said softy.

"I know" he replied. He got up and started to float towards Marmo who was flying away.

"I'm hungry" Bel commented.

"Just eat some leftovers" Ira replied as they all teleported away, back to their hideout.

'It's okay' Ira thought to himself as the teleportation started to bring them back. 'This was inevitable in the end.'

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The three returned back to their hideout, the bowling alley. The hideout was their own dimension of space; only connecting to Trump Kingdom when they wanted. Now that Trump Kingdom was freed from King Jikochu's control, it wasn't safe for them to have it conveniently accessed by the citizens so they broke the connection.

Marmo immediately released Bel's tail when they returned. Being in his mouse form, Bel was able to agilely regain his composure and land on his feet. He ran off and jumped onto his usual couch.

"With King Jikochu defeated by the Pretty Cure again, it'll be a while before humans become so selfish that it reawakens him. We shall wait for that day. In the meantime, we should sleep and regain our energy" he said as he lied down.

"Humph, speak for yourself" Ira murmured loudly as he picked up a bowling ball and threw it across the lane. As usual, he couldn't perfect a strike. The ball rolled perfectly straight ahead and knocked down only 4 pins.

Meanwhile Marmo got herself a drink and sipped it away at her usual seat. "Man how boring. All we do is sleep, wait for King Jikochu to wake up, and collect Janergy while turning everyone to Jikochus." She took a sip.

"Sigh, and every single time the Precure will be around to hinder our plans. What a boring life." she continued.

"Well it's not like we can do anything else" Ira responded. "We were made to serve and act according to King Jikochu's desires. Without him, we can't be around. We can't act on our own."

"You sure?" Marmo asked.

"What are you talking about? Of course" Ira responded as he walked towards the couches.

"How about that time you went off on your own and got helped by that that blue haired Precure. Cure Diamond was it?" she said in a teasing tone.

"Shut up! I wasn't being helped! I was just….looking into them and searching for a weakness!" Ira exclaimed before plopping down on the couch and lied down.

"Uh huh" she replied and took a sip from her drink. She knew that the blue haired boy had some attachment to the Pretty Cure ever since he described her first appearance in such detail. The attachment only grew that day he disappeared. Ever since then, Marmo has caught him dozing off in dream land or subtly helping her. "You sure it was okay to leave without saying anything?" she asked seriously.

"What would we have to say to them?" Ira retorted as he closed placed his arms behind his head and crossed his legs.

"Not we, you" she responded. "That's probably the last time you'll ever see her again. Wouldn't it have been best to say something?"

Ira knew what she was talking about. "It's fine" he replied softly and closed his eyes. "They were our enemies after all."

'And besides, it's not like I could've said anything. Nothing could have happened even if I did because she's the Pretty Cure and I'm a servant of King Jikochu' he thought before he started to prepare himself to sleep for 10,000 years.

Tear Droplet: Okay that's it. This was just a prologue; the real story begins after this. Originally this chapter was supposed to be much shorter, recapping only the end of the anime, but I decided to add a little of my own. I'll try to update as soon as possible since my goal is to finish this story before the summer ends.

I hope you can review and tell me what you thought about this story since it is my first story in a while and it is my first Pretty Cure fanfiction.

As for my loyal followers who are still waiting for me to update my other stories….uh yeah, I'll get to that. Hopefully I'll be motivated to write some more.

Till next time :3.