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  "Heart to heart, you'll always be my friend..." sang Utsubyo.  "Lips to lips-"  Utsubyo was interrupted by a loud BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRZ!  Utsubyo nearly fell off of the plane.  "What's going on?" he thought.  Everyone was getting off of the plane- they had reach Japan, and in Utsubyo's convenience, Tokyo.  He grinned.  He was coming for Bijou.  He searched all around Tokyo until he saw a whole lot of hamsters in a line walking to a clubhouse.  Out of everyone in the line, he saw familiar eyes.  They gazed at him, as he gazed at them.  It was Bijou.  Both Bijou and Utsubyo thought, "Could it be?"  "BIJOU!" Utsubyo yelled.  Bijou ra

Lazuli: NOW THEN!  I've gathered everyone in Tokyo, Paris, Ham-Ham Land, Ham-Ham Kingdom, H-...  SOMEONE'S MISSING! Lapis: Seriously, sis?  Out of this huge crowd you noticed ONE person was missing?  Now who's missing? Lazuli: SNOOZER WAKE UP!  WAKE UP NOW! Lapis: Like that's gonna happen.  Hints the name Snoozer. --- Utsubyo: Don't worry, Bijou.  I'll be back to protect you by- AH! Lazuli: I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIEND! Utsubyo: I was just... just... Lazuli: Looking for someone else?  Someone like... I don't know... me? Utsubyo: Uh, I gotta go. Lazuli: I'm so beautiful that he has to leave before he faints. --- Maxwell:

  "Well..."  Utsubyo said.  "Goodbye."  For the first time ever, Utsubyo made a friend.  For once, Utsubyo liked someone.  And for once, he LOVED someone.  And that one ham for him, Bijou, was about to leave.  Bijou gave Utsubyo one last kiss and hug and got right back in her cage to cry.  Utsubyo traveled the streets for years later.  He went back to his old life, wondering why the man was late for work, why he kept hearing his mother and Jose, but the only difference was he no longer wondered why Bijou cried, only feeling bad that she is gone.  Now, as you may know, Bijou is happy in Japan and as many friends such as Hamtaro, Boss, Oxna

  Utsubyo trekked across his city, Paris.  He put his hood over his head.  If Jose found him, he would be in danger.  He walked as quick and casually as he could.  He still heard that loud cry everyday as he passed a house in Paris.  "Who's in that house?" he always wondered.  And everyday, he would see the same man run across town screaming, "I'm late!  Peur peur!"  Everyday, he would hear the same voice screaming his name.  Everyday, he heard his mother's voice.  Those last two thing must have been a hallucination.  His curiosity couldn't just carry on.  He had to figure things out.  WHY was that man late for work everyday, and where di