HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS! IT'S BEEN TOO LONG! I got my first haircut in about three years (my hair was a little longer than half-way down my back, and now a couple inches below my shoulder) and it's in layers too! Probably the most amazing change is I got to start playing the ukulele! :D was that gloating? I feel like it was gloating... And summer started for me! Too bad I have to read "The Life of Pi" for English next year.. please help me... I have a feeling i'm not going to understand a thing about this book.

So, at last, I present to you; the very first chapter of "Fox and Feline, Reunited."

Haruhi worked quickly, sorting through chests full of stuffed animals. "Damn it...where is it?" she cursed, pulling out animal after animal. It had been three weeks since she had drawn Dara-chan, and yet somehow something always got in the way of her finding him. Now was her first and probably only chance to find him, and she wasn't taking the risk of loosing probably the one thing that could help her figure out what was going on with her.

Suddenly, she saw a bit of orangey-tan fabric. Carefully, she pushed away the toys that were laying ontop of it, at took hold of it. Haruhi's heart skipped a beat, she was shaking. She tucked the puppet safely into her bag, making sure it wasn't getting squished, and rapidly dumped all of the stuffed animals back into the chest, just so that nobody would create a scene when they walked in and saw that the place was a mess. She walked out of the room, looked both ways and quietly shut the door.

"Ha-..Fujioka-san?" she heard a voice ask. She quickly turned around and froze.

"Sempai? Um.. how can I help you?" she asked, looking down.

"No..no it's nothing.. It's just that.. are you alright? You seem... anxious." he said, also not making eye contact with her. The two of them stood there, awkwardly, for a few moments. "Fujioka-san, I-"

"Sempai, I really have to go." she said quickly, her bangs covering her eyes. She bowed to him, "Goodbye." and left without another word. Lately Nekozawa had developed a habit of following Haruhi every now and then. He knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

"Beelzenef, do you think that she..?"

{I think she did..}

He sighed, "Why didn't I just use the spell and herb to make her grow older in the first place?"

{Only you know the answer to that.}

Nekozawa looked down, "We're leaving. She's not coming back."

"Speak." Haruhi commanded. Dara-chan was laid out on the table, his pointed face drooping to the side from gravity. "Speak, now," she repeated. No answer. Haruhi held him up in he sunlight, and said loudly "Rise, my friend. Speak those words you have not uttered in years." Now she was getting no response, and she felt like a fool.

She sighed and put her head on the table. "It's no use.. Think, Haruhi, think!" she said, lightly tapping her head with her fist. She heard the slight clicking of the doorknob being unlocked, and didn't bother to turn her head. "Hi, Otou-san." she mumbled.

"Hi, sweetie. Is everything alright?" Ranka asked, putting his purse on the table and sitting next to her. He stroked her head soothingly.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Just a little tired."

"Okay, well I'm going to the bath now, so just take some rest. Are you hungry at all?"

"No, it's okay." she said. Ranka hesitantly walked into the bathroom.

Haruhi groaned and banged her head on the table slowly and quietly so he wouldn't hear her. "Okay, so you got him from the chest in the Costume and Prop room.. then what? What happened after that?" she asked herself, massaging her temples. "Wait... Sempai was... That's it! I'll just ask Sempai to fix Dara-chan!" she cried, getting up. She jumped back a bit when she bumped the table.

When Nekozawa returned home, he threw himself on his bed and let out a low grumble.

{Mmfhrshhhhnn.}

"Oh, shut it." Nekozawa told him.

{Shrngfrrghw.}

"I said, quiet."

{HRRRHMMMFRGGSSHHMH!}

"Oh, sorry." Nekozawa said, flipping his hand over. Beelzenef quietly cursed him. "Three weeks, huh? How do you think Haruhi's taking all of this?"

{I think that she's a complete wreck. You saw how she ran out of the drama room. The poor child is probably miserable.}

"That makes me feel so much better." Nekozawa grumbled sarcastically. "Tch, I still can't believe she walked away from me like that. She's could've at least-"

{Umehito, your emotions are getting the better of you again. Haruhi's better off not having to deal with this.}

"How? Just how is she better off, exactly?" Nekozawa hissed. "She obviously remembers everything, and you said it yourself that she's a complete, miserable wreck."

{Umehito,} Beelzenef said dissaproovingly. {Leave her be.}

"What do you know?" Nekozawa said "You-" he stopped there remembering a similar conversation from before, "You don't get it. You're a puppet, you have a completely different perspective on life." "I'm done with this conversation." he sighed. If Beeelzenef wasn't a puppet, he would have raised his eyebrow.

{Think about what I've said. I'm your friend, Umehito. Remember that.} Nekozawa nodded and gently took the puppet off of his hand, and layed him neatly on the top of his bedside table. He thought of the pro's and con's of each decision.

Approach Haruhi about incident -risk changing lives forever (have a human being to talk to about it)

Don't approach Haruhi about incident- risk feeling like pathetic person for rest of life (live rest of life like normal)

Then Nekozawa thought of another option, probably the most risky one.

Erase both of our memories of the incident - loose the memories of the most fun you've ever had (no need to live with that constant awkwardness and possible pain for the rest of your life)

He could help but ask himself, "What if something goes wrong again?

Sooooo whattd'ya think? I'm thinking about making this story probably a few chapters longer than its predecessor. Oh yes, I learned a big word from a vocaloid song :D I have a favor to ask of you all. On July third, I want you all to eat Fruity Pebbles, no matter what. You will draw the best unicorn you can (even if it's a stick figure unicorn) and you will put that picture onto your fridge with magnets (and leave it there forever). You will also wear a pair of fairy wings and go around causing a ruckus, because that's what pixies do. Then, when nobody else expects it, you will holler at the top of your lungs;

"CUMPLEAÑOS FELIZ! CUMPLEAÑOS FELIZ! CUMPLEAÑOS FELIZ A FULLMOONSINNER! CUMPLEAÑOS FELIZ!"

You may Google that if you wish.