Kuzco really did have a limo waiting for them to carry all her luggage and they began their trip in Lima, the capitol. It was night when they got there and as they passed the school building he pointed it out. “I didn’t get to go to public school for very long. They decided it just wasn’t the right place for me. They didn’t want me to think I was like everybody else. For a while that’s all I wanted. They wanted me to think separately from them. Then I realized, I’m not like everyone else anyway. But, I think if I wanted someone to represent Peru, I’d want them to know what it was like to be like everyone else, ya know?” 

Then in usual Kuzco style he went from what could have been a very emotional conversation and just flipped the switch as he saw something else and -smashed- himself up against the car window and started pointing and grinning. “THERE. RIGHT THERE, LANA! RIGHT THERE. Look at the bank. They do this every year. I love it!” 

“Just wait till you see the lights at my house!” He turned his head with his cheek still against the cool window to look over at Alana obviously all excited to show her anything and everything. 

“So here they are.” He grinned showing Chihiro the dozens of small gingerbread house kits he had all stacked up in the corner of the room. “I think we have enough to make a whole city of gingerbread. I cleared this half of the room and set up the card tables here. We’re going to make the coolest Gingerbread ChuvcoLand that could ever exist.” He was grinning that Kuzco goofy grin pulling out the bags and bags full of extra mini candies he had to help decorate everything. “Not to mention the icing. I’m making it the snowiest land ever. And I’m making little gingerbread you and little me too. Just watch me. You know how I am with candy. Don’t let me eat all the gumdrops before we get to the decorating part.” He tapped her right on her own button nose just like he always has and always does, probably always will. “You ready to build this baby?” His voice was pretty darn excited and his face reflected every ounce of it. 

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Chihiro took his hand, happy that things were back to normal between them. She didn’t know what she would have done if they hadn’t patched things up. He had become irraplaceable to her. If she was ever in need of help, or just needed someone to talk to about anything at all, she would go to Kuzco. He was the person that kept her world spinning. “Yeah. It’d be best. That way we can find it quicker.” She agreed, smiling.

They did feel back to normal. It was pretty destined these two were going to be something extra special to one another, even Kuzco knew that. He knew it from day one. Hell, he was feeling like this whole best friend thing wasn’t even the strongest best adjective there could be to describe it, but whatever the right term was, it was Chihiro was ingrained a permanent fixture in his life. That just wasn’t going to change, not if he could help it. “Let’s do it then.” So they walked together to the library and once they got there he looked a little stuck. “Um, Chihiro? I don’t know where to look. I think you’re gonna have to help lead me on this one.” 

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Chihiro smiled softly as he played with her hair. “That’s alright. I understand.” She said. As a matter of fact, she was getting pretty tired to. She yawned a little, then gazed at him, still smiling.

That’s when Kuzco started to lean in, his eyes looking rather heavy. Excitement seemed to wear him out quick. Kuzco was like a cheetah. He went on hyperdrive and could seem like he had an unlimited source of flubber fueling his tank. But, like a cheetah once his steam had run it out, it was just gone. He ended up with his head on her shoulder and literally fell asleep on her right then, just like that, sitting up, and on that bench. 

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Chihiro watched his expression, hoping what she had said would make him feel better. He still looked like something was off and she frowned slightly when she saw him look down and rub his wrist. She felt a pang of sadness. Seeing someone she cared so much about like this hurt her. A spark of hope flared inside of her a bit later, seeing that he was slowly going back to they way he always was: confident and fun. Chihiro smiled, so glad that he was himself again. “Sounds like everything’ll be fine then. With our awesomeness and your body guard, you’ll be completely safe. I doubt Meg would even dare to mess with Llamaman and the Curse Breaker anyway , though. We’re just that good.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” He agreed starting to shluff it off. Now there was the problem of the other injustice. “Someone spiked the damn punch bowl too which normally I would approve of. But, fuckers spiked it with some sort of magic potion and it was damn strong too. Actually, completely uncool.” He said completely sober of it now. Meg frightened him straight again. “I think I was one of the lucky ones that managed to figure out something was wrong before anything too stupid happened.”

Kuzco had been dancing with several people as he waited for Chihiro to arrive. He promised a few a people dances. Some got them. Lucy never did. This was the girl he kept thinking about. He’d gone to her room that day and had seen her wallowing over Sheer not showing up before. It was rubbing him the wrong way that they weren’t there again. He didn’t want to deal with Lucy in another bad mood. There had been fires that lit up the whole dance and threatened to burn the whole place down and a multi-punch bowl spiking that irked him something awful and some crazy stuff he overheard from standing on the wall eavesdropping. He was reminding himself he had to take Wendy his plushie for her to sleep with to help with her nightmares. But the big kicker was at the end when threats back and forth from him and Meg escalated to him  having to run for his life and get the heck outta there. To say the least the dance was active. He kept saying he needed to find Chihiro half the time and  he only stopped when Meg threatened anything he held dear. He didn’t want to keep pointing her in the right directions. 

Finally he saw Chihiro and he slowed down. He really didn’t want to take her back into the main area of the dance floor after all that and said, “Let’s go outside. We can still hear the music from out on the west side.” His eyes were still a little wild looking from being on the run, but he was settling now that he saw the Curse Breaker. There was always something very calming to this hyper wizard about her. He extended a hand, his right, with his LlamaTwins Ring on hoping she would take it and he could escort her to a more private place to dance. 

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Chihiro grinned, laughing with him. She laughed harder once he said that she had been that red. After a couple of moments, her laugh quieted down to a giggle before she stopped altogether, letting out a content sigh and leaving an amused smile on her face. She gave her ice cream a lick so it wouldn’t melt before she got some toppings on it. “We could go to Diagon Alley.” She mused, reaching over to get some rainbow sprinkles to place on her ice cream. “There’s a lot of useful gadgets there. Most of them are for pranks, but we can use them for justice.” She had a thoughtful expression on her face as she placed a cherry on the top, giving her cone another lick after, taking some sprinkles with the ice cream.

Even her laughter and giggling was just a big ball of cute. He wondered to himself how he ever missed her before. Kuzco was so the type of guy with a crowd of people escorting him around on each arm. He was the type to claim to know anyone worth knowing and would step on the rest as he strutted by. Did he really overlook someone? If this were an outside person looking in the answer would be yes, a million times yes, because he does it all the time. He’s learned over time and weird life circumstances how to be a good friend, but he’s no perfect angel by any means. But, as he mused the question in his own mind, sitting right there in the make-shift field of flowers from her dreams, he thought to himself, No… he does know Chihiro now. That meant he still knows everyone worth knowing. He made sure to paint himself in a good light as he often did when he realized negative things about himself. He quickly found ways to turn it around so that he never had to be down on himself even at times when he did rather horrendous things. Hopefully that side of him would never be this budding new friendship’s downfall. “Let’s do it, next week sometime, after the dance, and before patrol.” He grinned. “We’ll go by the floo network.” He suggested as he licked some more of his own cone and started to stand up. He extended his freehand out to her to help her up too. “Come on.” He still had more things up his sleeve.

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Chihiro couldn’t stop smiling. As he spoke, she quickly wiped her eyes, looking at him. “I…my favorite flavor is strawberry.” she said, still a little awkward with finding the right words. She glanced around again for a moment before her eyes returned to him. “Kuzco, this is amazing…I love it.” No one had ever done anything like this before for her. Sure, her parents had occasionally done something nice for her on birthdays and special occasions but what he had done for her here was much more than she could ever ask for. It was everything she loved in one place with a person that she was pretty sure she was beginning to love. 

Kuzco’s hazel eyes lit right back up. He turned to open the cooler and said, “Come on in. Sit down.” He glanced back over to her. “I first brought chocolate and vanilla. But then I thought, nope. I’m bringing strawberry too. Not everyone picks the norms.” Kuzco himself was not the norm. As he pulled the lid off the strawberry tub he also added, “Dish or cone? And if cone cake or waffle?” There were some toppings right next to the cooler in little tupperware containers. As he sat there waiting he had say one more thing, “I kinda sorta maybe asked that dream question as my main idea for this. Then when you gave me the answer you did I wasn’t sure if I should do it. I didn’t want to bring any sad. But then I thought you must be dreaming and saying its your favorite because it makes you happy.” He shirked his head some, “And so I thought, how could that be a bad thing?”  

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Chihiro walked toward the lake, smiling to herself. She had left her room early so that she could walk there and still make it on time. Her hair was in a cute half-up-half-down style and it swished gently as a tiny wind blew. To be honest, she had spent about an hour trying to decide what to wear, rummaging through all her clothing items until she found something suitable. This was the first time she was doing something like this with a guy, so she wanted to look nice. Especially since she really did like him. She wore a low-cut baby pink shirt with a charcoal grey cami underneath it and a light brown unbuttoned jacket on top, along with her nicest pair of jeans. Her pink converse made little noise as she walked, almost to the lake. When she arrived she gasped, eyes widening as she took in the scene in front of her. It was absolutely perfect. The flowers, the quilt, the sign- everything was perfect. She was so touched that he had done all of this for her that she felt herself tearing up a bit. As she blinked the moisture out of her eyes, she smiled. She didn’t even know what to say. She was speechless. 

Kuzco had played 20 Questions with her for a reason all along. This was a rather ambitious guy. No wonder he was sorted into Slytherin when ambition was one of their most prominent traits. He was definitely the sort of guy to do whatever it took to make what he wanted happen. Plus, this date was no ordinary date. It was after all the Curse Breaker. She saved him from his own jinx and that wasn’t something he would easily forget. At least not a jinx like that one because all Kuzco ever did was run his mouth and it stopped him from talking all together. 

When he finally noticed she was there he was nothing but that big goofy grin he always wears. It complimented the baggy jeans, plain white v-neck tee that left all his tatts on display, and pink belt, and black converse he wore on as his evening ensemble. He’d even gotten a new haircut, compliments of Chess, his new stylist. But, his smile started to fade when he saw those tears. He thought he did something wrong. Or maybe she was hurt? But, then he noticed she was still smiling. He licked his pierced lip thinking and held up his ice cream scooper, “I have plenty of flavors. I forgot to ask your favorite.” It was probably one of the first times in a long time he spoke on low volume unsure of what she was thinking. 

Kuzco spent the better half of the afternoon setting the place up by the lake. He’d filled a large area with blue wildflowers. They were in small pots but they covered well over three queen size comforters all spread out if one were to lay them out. Then he had an a portable cooler next to the spot that was cleared out for them to sit. There was a Captain America quilt on the ground and he was sitting on it Indian style. There was a wrapped up small box with a bow on top sitting on top of the cooler. The wrapping paper had little dinosaurs all over it. He was even so bold to have put a small wooden stake in the ground with a poster board on it that said, “Welcome to Fate-land”  and in small letters it said, “Legendary home of Llamaman and the Curse Breaker” There was a small painting of an alien face with a red circle and an X on top of it. It said NO PARKING on it to indicate no aliens allowed. There was a small radio playing with the song Firework by Katy Perry playing softly too. Kuzco just sat right there in the middle of it all arranging his ice cream utensils.