Honey Bunny?

[DNAmy]

DNAmy

"I'm very sorry, sir," Amy said, "but I don't do that type of genetic alteration... Yes, thank you, but the technology isn't there yet. But if you would like a human/animal combination, I'm totally open to it... Well there's no reason to get angry. You need a chill pill, sir." Her cell phone was loosing signal as she walked deeper into the throng, cages in her arms. "Yes, goodbye, sir."

She caught site of a familar form, walking ape like across the crowd. "Honey bunny?" She called out. "Honey bunny!" It was her monty, the love of her life, her masterpiece. She hugged him, throwing her arms around him, engulfing him in a rib-crushing hug.

[Monkey Fist]

Oh.... Bugger.

What began as a quaint, midnight shopping trip was now becoming a nightmare. As Amy lifted Monty into her arms, he wriggled and gasped for air. He could see the headlines now. Strange Monkey-Man Hybrid Dies in Suspected Villain Haunt. Brilliant.

He squirmed and kicked, but try as he might, he couldn't break free.

And to top it all off, people were staring. Vendors, villains, and henchpeople were watching the strange spectacle, as if they'd never seen an assassination attempt like it before. That's what Amy was doing. Killing him.

Her grip remained firm, but Monty's insistent wriggling had loosened it just enough so he could breathe. He took in a greedy breath of air, thankful for it, and panted just a little from another strained-- and futile-- escape attempt.

Sure, he could overcome the Curse of the Yono. But he couldn't escape the Curse of DNAmy.

"Amy..." he panted. "... What... the bloody hell are you trying to do? ... Kill me?"

[DNAmy]

DNAmy

"Amy..." he panted. "... What... the bloody hell are you trying to do? ... Kill me?"
"No, I just want to hug you! And love you!" She said, keeping her arms around Monty, resdtraining most of his movement.
"I've found you at last! And you're alive! I'm so happy that your alive! Do you know how scared I was?" Amy said, stroking his cheek lovingly.
"Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" She asked, planting a large, wet kiss on his cheek.

[Monkey Fist]

Just wanted to hug and love him? Hmph. If she truly loved him, she'd let him go. Wasn't there a phrase that said that letting go was the only way to truly love someone? Clearly, Amy had never gotten the memo. Monty wiggled again, but found himself pinned, squished in her strong arms and generous bosom. Another hug. Oh, God.

She chirped happily that he was alive and found and safe and Monty couldn't help but roll his eyes. Had he been as scared as she? Hah. If he hadn't been, he was now. Now, he was terrifyed of never escaping her loving grasp. He grunted noncommitally and shuddered as her finger ran across his cheek. Her silky, soft touch was... terrifying. Frightening. Revolting. Maybe if she wasn't restraining him, maybe if she wasn't forcing him, maybe if she wasn't stalking him, Monty could savor the woman's attentions. But, no. She gave him no peace and her kind of affection was too sickly, sugary sweet for Monty's refined pallete.

"Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" she asked him, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

At least it wasn't the lips.

"No. It's not even close. No contest." Wriggle. Squirm. Writhe. No luck. Monty groaned and his body slackened just a little in frustration. "Put me down this instant, woman!"

[DNAmy]

DNAmy

No contest? "Oh, Sugar Booger! That is so sweet of you. I love you too!" He hadn't actually said those three words, but in Amy's eyes, he may as well of say them.

Her huggung cesed, but she refused to let go of his hands, the hands she so beautifully created. She held them tightly in her own, unwilling to let go until she had him back.
"So, love bug," Amy said sweetly, not caring if people stared (or glared) at them. "How have you been without me? How have you been fairing?"

[Monkey Fist]

Too? Too? Where the hell had she gotten too? He'd never once said he loved her. In fact, in the plainest of English, he'd said the very opposite. But then, what said "I love you" like "Leave me alone, Amy! I do not, will not, and can not return your affections"?

At least she set him down. Groaning and wincing, his pain sensors having been released, Monty made an attempt to step away slowly. Too bad Amy grabbed his hands. That woman had the reflexes of a ninja. Monty sighed.

"Oh, I've been quite well," Monty said briskly. "I was enjoying some nice, quiet me time, actually. It's such a rare luxury, but I rather enjoy being alone. You know, by myself."

Monty pryed Amy's thick fingers off of his as he spoke, hoping she didn't notice what he was doing.

"I'm actually about to head back to my hotel. Early flight in the morning, you understand, I'm sure..."

[DNAmy]

DNAmy

"Oh please do let me come with you, Monty!" Amy said, readjusting the cages she balanced on her curvacious hips. "I would just love to... see your hotel room. I could have alone time with you." With her thumb, she stroked his monkey-haired hands that she had spent years perfecting and now couldn't get it back. It was like holding something you worked so hard on that was misplaced for years. She relished and savoured the way it felt in her hands.

"What have you been up to lately? I haven't heard from you as of late. You haven't been avoiding me, have you, Monty?" she asked, pouting at him innocently as if she were about to cry.

The dogcat that she held in her cage began jumping madly, as did the monkeybat and she began to struggle with holding onto her creations-- all three of them.

[Monkey Fist]

"Come with me? Are you completely and totally deranged, woman?" Monty yelped, pulling his hands away. "No, no, and a thousand times: NO!"

Oh, God. His stomach roiled and Monty folded his arms like a beligerant child. Come back with him to his room, indeed. Probably to do things he didn't even want to think about. Like... snuggling. Ugh. The thought of snuggling with Amy was enough to make him retch. To put it nicely, Monty was one life sized Cuddle Buddy who REFUSED to be cuddled.

And yet the woman was persistant. She seized his hands again and looked up at him, tears in her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he was finally getting his point across...

Evidently not. She thought he'd merely been avoiding her, but gave no thought as to what she'd done to make him want to get as far away from her as possible. Nor did she think about what sort of hell he'd been through, trapped as a stone...

... Of course, that had it's benefits. He now had the power of the Yono and could turn her and all her pesky little creations to stone with one glance.

... But her grip on him was slackening. Monty barely even had to move to get free.

"Amy, we both know that you're being overly sensitive. I can't so much as breathe alone without you flipping out at me and that is not love... It's insanity! It's obsession! It's... maddening!" He sighed. "I've tried time and again to explain this to you and you just... don't understand. We're from different worlds... I'm not the man you think I am. You're in love with an idea. You create things and I..." Monty glared at that infernal dogcat that was yapping. Suddenly the cage and animal within turned into stone. "... am Yono the Destroyer."

He turned away and began walking away. God, that was the worst break up line ever. It's not you; it's me. I'm Yono the Destroyer. And, with his luck, Amy wouldn't take the hint. She'd probably come after him and try to find out what the hell he meant.

Of course, Monty would have to figure that out, too.

[DNAmy]

"Oh, Monty!" Amy cried happily. "I see what you're doing. You're respecting me just in case things get out of hand at your hotel. I understand. And thank you for that!" Amy smiled coyly at him.

"You aren't an idea!" she said as instently, her cages fell from the weight of the newly formed rock. "And you aren't this 'Yono the destoyer'..." Amy said, hugging him once more, "you're my Monty, my Honey Bunny, my world. And I don't care how horrible you think you are!" Amy planted another sickly sweet kiss on his handsome cheek.

[Monkey Fist]

"Amy, let go of me for your own good. Did you not just see what I did to your yappy creation?" Monty leapt backwards. "I turned it into stone. Me! Montgomery Fiske! Yono the Destroyer! I'm a demi-god; I'm a demon. I'm... I'm not sure what I am anymore! I just know that I am not your 'honey bunny', 'sugar bugger', 'cuddle monkey', or any other silly pet name!"

He hadn't meant to lose his cool like that. But, he had. So... he figured he better run with it and pull it all together.

"Amy, look. I have to go. I have to go away. Far away. Very, very far away. I have to train, to study, to think, and to be alone. Do you understand that?"

Of course, Monty wouldn't be alone, per se. He had his monkey ninjas. And Camille Leon would be there. But it wasn't like she'd be alone with him, if that made any sense at all. They'd be training together, sure. Pulling off the occasional heist. But Monty would flex his newfound Yono powers on his own. And he didn't want Amy near him. She'd only distract him from his work and try to sway his destiny in her favor. And he simply couldn't have that.

[DNAmy]

Monty yelled at her. Yelled at her. Something she never really knew him to do. Most men were cute when they were angry. But Monty? No. He was frightening, actually. Amy felt the hot tears begin streaming down her face.

She glanced over to her creation. A liveless, still statue of stone. "Put him right! Please, Monty. I was going to get good money for him, and with it I would buy better machines and..." Then it hit her. "You-- You don't love me?" Amy was past crying. She bawling. "I can't believe you. You're such a... Such a... Such a MEANIE!"

[Monkey Fist]

A meanie? He had robbed, stolen, lied, cheated, attempted murder... and the worst thing that Amy could come up with for him was calling him a meanie? Oh, GOD. It was absolutely laughable. And yet... somehow... it wasn't.

He was the meanie? What about her? She'd stalked him, kidnapped him, not to mention the innocent animals she'd spliced that never had a say in it. It was one thing when he willingly requested added DNA. And then there were the other men whose hearts she'd trampled in her mad scramble after him. Some guy in Middleton named Barkin. And Dr. Drakken, of course. And that man had actually showed more interest in her within a week than Monty had shown her in their entire, twisted relationship.

His face slackened a little and he stared at her, narrowing his eyes. Finally, quietly-- and almost threateningly-- he said, "I don't know whether I'm supposed to laugh or turn around and tell you exactly what I'm thinking right know. Somehow, I think I should get down on my knees and thank the gods above that you finally got the point. But... Amy, indulge me... How is not loving you being mean? It's not like I can consciously decide who I do and do not love. And believe you me, I've tried everything I can think of to make you understand that."

She was crying/ Damn it to hell! She was sobbing. What was he supposed to do? Wrap his arms around her and apologize? Walk off? And to make matters worse, he couldn't fix her creature. He rolled his eyes and sighed slowly.

"So can you just... please... Not cry? People are staring."

[DNAmy]

"You expect me not to cry? You-- You're just a big-- no, a HUGE meanie. How can I not cry. Let people stare. letthe whole world know you broke my heart!"

Amy didn't need to hold him anymore, all she needed was to keep crying. "Hey everyone! This man broke my heart!" She yelled. If begging didn't work, blackmail might. 'I won't embarrass you if you take me back.' She wasn't above that.

She set down her cages, reaching out for him again. "Don't leave me Monty. I need you."