BatB AU: Ch 28: Under the Apple Tree
AN: It's been a super long time since I updated this story. But now I think it's time to get the ball rolling on the next story arc!
Ch 28: Under the Apple Tree
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“Over here, Brain!” Pinky shouted from atop the small hill. He swung the picnic basket in a wide arc, one hand on his floppy sunhat. The mint green ribbon tied around the brim swayed gently in the fresh spring breeze, matching perfectly with the cute bow around his waist. Marita had embroidered his sundress with beautiful white daisies and yellow daffodils, and he loved how the fair weather was just perfect for springtime fashion. “Come on! I’ve seen snails move faster than you!”
Brain promptly dropped the red, apple-decorated blanket in his hands, his cheeks turning as pink as his eyes when he stared up at Pinky. Stunned, he hastily scooped up the blanket and hurried to the hilltop.
“And how would you know that, Pinky?” Brain asked, breathless from his climb. “You can’t sit still long enough to watch a snail move that far.”
He spread the blanket on the grass, right underneath the blossoming apple tree. This spot had just the perfect mixture of sunlight and shade. The blooming flowers were beautiful shades of pink and white, gently fluttering in the breeze.
Pinky reached up, catching a falling blossom in the palm of his hand. He inhaled slowly, taking in its sweet aroma.
“You should smell this, Brain!” Pinky exclaimed, tail wagging in excitement. “It’s like a little whiff of heaven!”
Brain hesitated for a moment at the flower in Pinky’s hands, but after an encouraging nod, he leaned over and scented the flower for himself.
“The scent is…familiar,” Brain admitted, placing a hand to his chin in thought. He seemed rather puzzled by it. “I know I’ve smelled it in the castle before, but I can’t pinpoint the source.”
“Maybe the maids were using it? I’ve been meaning to ask what they’re using to get those really stubborn stains out,��� Pinky suggested.
But Brain shook his head. “No, no, it wasn’t coming from them or their cleaning tools. I’m fairly certain it was in the library.”
Pinky tucked the blossom behind Brain’s ear, giving his outfit an extra springtime touch. Brain tended to favor muted colors in his casual outfits, and he’d chosen a simple yet elegant white, short-sleeved shirt with black pants for this outing.
Pinky smiled at his handiwork while Brain reached up and touched the flower, confusion all over his face before securing the flower and giving a small, hesitant smile of his own.
“Really? I always thought the library had that dusty old book smell,” Pinky admitted.
With all the time he’d spent in the library, it had become a comforting scent to him.
“It’s not from the books either. In fact, I smelled it more when…we’re in close proximity to each other.” Brain’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait! Now I’m sure of it! You’re somehow the source of that scent, Pinky!”
“Am I?” Pinky said, lifting his arm and smelling his fur. A pleasant, floral scent filled his nostrils. “Well I’ve been using this really nice apple blossom bubble bath lately…”
Then a playful, mischievous idea came to mind, and he coiled his tail around Brain’s waist, pulling him close. Brain tensed up, his fur turning a bright shade of crimson.
“Are you trying to tell me I smell nice, Brain?” Pinky crooned through half-lidded eyes, his voice low and teasing.
“N-no! I mean, yes!” Brain stammered, unable to answer Pinky’s question. “Maybe? Y-you don’t smell like a skunk!”
Giggling, Pinky took pity on Brain and released him. Brain’s face was still bright red as he hurried over to the picnic basket and began unpacking items at lightning speed.
Pinky’s stomach rumbled from hunger as the scent of freshly made cheese intertwined with the apple blossoms, and he couldn’t resist breaking off a piece of a large wheel that Brain had set aside.
He popped it into his mouth, a sweet, nutty flavor exploding across his tongue. It was absolutely divine, and Pinky couldn’t resist taking a second helping. But before he could break off another piece, Brain reached behind him and moved the plate out of reach.
“Don’t be greedy, Pinky,” Brain scolded, though his tone was light and lacked any real bite to it. “I’m not finished yet. You need to wait.”
Pinky pouted. Withholding cheese just wasn’t fair!
“But I’m hungry, Brain! Narf!” he protested, placing his elbows on the closed lid of the picnic basket and resting his head in his hands. “I haven’t eaten in forever!”
Brain rolled his eyes. “You inhaled an entire stack of ten pancakes with cream, chocolate, berries, butter, sugar, and syrup this morning.”
“Yeah, but that was then! This is now!” Pinky insisted. “Pleeeeaaaaaase?”
He clasped his hands together, his tail hopefully wagging.
Brain’s stern demeanor melted into uncertainty. “Pinky, don’t you give me that look now…” he stammered, crossing his arms in an attempt to remain in control. “You know I can’t re-I mean, of course I’m completely immune to your simple charms, and I will not surrender the cheese under any circumstances.”
Pinky’s ears drooped against his neck.
And with a sigh of resignation, Brain finally broke off a piece of cheese and threw it into Pinky’s open mouth. The cheese melted in Pinky’s mouth, and he licked his lips with a contented narf.
“...you have got to stop doing that,” Brain groaned, running his hands down his face in frustration.
Pinky just smiled, because amidst the spread of sourdough bread, cheese, berries, butter, and drinks, there were two very special items left in the basket that Brain hadn’t brought out yet. Brain had entrusted the food preparations to Pinky, while he focused on scouting the perfect spot for their picnic. Brain hadn’t seen all the contents of the basket yet.
“Brain, allow me to present the creme de la creme of this basket! It’s a super special recipe passed down through the family for generations, and I can’t wait to share it with you!” Pinky opened the other half of the basket to reveal two slices of strawberry cheesecake. “It’s made with crushed crumbs, cream cheese, the first harvest of the ripest and reddest strawberries of the season, and love!”
“Should we really be eating the dessert course first?” Brain asked, though he swiped a finger through his cheesecake and carefully gave it a test lick. His entire body perked up, a happy gleam in his rose-pink eyes.
Pinky shrugged. “Who’s gonna stop us? We can eat cake first if we want!”
“Dr. Scratchinsniff would have something to say if he knew,” Brain said, though he’d eaten half of his cake already, flecks of cream cheese dotting his muzzle.
“Troz! Well, ‘ol Scratchy’s not here now, is he?” Pinky smirked as he shoveled the cheesecake down his throat. “And it’s not like he can stop us if he wanted to.”
Brain shrugged. “I suppose not.”
He finished his cheesecake and grabbed a slice of bread. But before he could bite into it, he suddenly let out a loud burp and quickly covered his mouth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Pinky gasped, clutching his chest like somebody had just stepped on a puppy. “Now, Brain! Zu should not burp like ze chimney!” he exclaimed in his best imitation of Scratchinsniff. “Eet iz not very prince-y of zu, ja?”
He punctuated his outrage with an exaggerated, nagging wave of his finger.
“Your imitation is truly impeccable,” Brain said, a short laugh escaping him. “Down to the accent and enunciation.”
Fur bristling, Pinky quickly leapt behind Brain, glancing up at the apple tree and ready to duck for cover in case there were any birds perching on the branches.
“I’m peckable?” he yelped, clutching Brain tightly. “Are there any crows up there?”
Brain sighed, loosening Pinky’s arms so he could slip out. “No, Pinky. Only two songbirds, and they haven’t noticed us.”
“Oh. Well, that’s a relief,” Pinky said, instantly relaxing.
One songbird had bright yellow feathers splashed across its chest, while the other was a plain brown. The yellow-feathered bird sang a beautiful melody to its counterpart, fluttering along the flowers and budding leaves to entice her with his song.
But the female only pecked at the branch, not seeming particularly interested.
“Narrrf, I think he’s trying to woo her, Brain!” Pinky whispered in excitement. “He’s singing such an adorable song for her! That’s so romantic!”
What sort of romantic imagery went with birdsong? Maybe a blue sky, or soaring somewhere exciting, or building a nest together?
“She doesn’t appear to share your opinion, Pinky,” Brain said, crossing his arms with a frown.
The female bird wasn’t outright rejecting her suitor, but she was flicking her tailfeathers at him, like he needed to work harder to win her over.
And the male was trying awfully hard, but his song faltered, every beat of his wings becoming more unsure. If he didn’t find his groove, he was gonna lose her for sure!
“He needs a wingman,” Pinky declared, his mind made up. He hurried over to the shadow of the apple tree’s largest branch, whistling along to the male’s birdsong. He filled in the spaces of the faltering melody with his own, but kept his voice lower so he didn’t completely overtake the song.
The female stopped pecking at the branch, cocking her head as he listened more intently to the song. Bolstered by her rising interest, the male dared to hop closer to her, puffing out his yellow feathers to make himself appear more attractive.
That’s it! You’re doing great!
The male was just inches away from her, stretching out his wing as if inviting her for a flight.
Suddenly, the female broke away and fluttered down to the roots of the apple tree. She regarded Pinky with interest.
Pinky rubbed the back of his neck, feeling rather awkward now.
“Oh…um, hi,” Pinky said, trying to be friendly without being too friendly. “I think he likes you?”
He pointed up at the male bird, who’d stopped singing, his beak open from shock.
But the female ignored Pinky’s hand, warbling at him with keen interest.
“Don’t get me wrong! I’m flattered, truly!” Pinky waved his hands frantically and backed away. “But I don’t think I could eat worms straight out of the ground!”
Yet the female hopped even closer, her beak pressing against Pinky’s nose.
Then Pinky felt a hand clamp down on his wrist, yanking him backwards.
“Stay behind me, Pinky,” Brain ordered with a warning glare directed at the female bird.
His short white fur bristled, and Pinky giggled quietly to himself. Brain looked like an adorably spiky cloud with his fur puffed out like that.
The female bird threw her wings open, feet scraping at the ground with indignation.
“He’s. Not. Interested,” Brain growled, his voice low and dangerous. A deceptively quiet rumble came from his throat, and Pinky realized that Brain truly was growling the way he used to do under the curse.
Pinky rubbed Brain’s spiky fur between his fingers, admiring how soft it still felt. Brain’s growling faltered, then quickly picked back up, like he’d briefly forgotten and remembered why he was growling in the first place.
Brain kept Pinky behind him while he stared down the female bird.
Finally, the female bird chirped and lifted her tailfeathers haughtily, flying away until she’d disappeared over the treeline. The male warbled frantically and hurried after her, leaving several feathers behind him.
Brain continued to glare at the horizon, as if silently daring them to come back. His fur still wouldn’t lie flat, so Pinky gently smoothed it down for him with soothing, broad strokes.
The tension in Brain’s shoulders slowly disappeared, his growls becoming softer and quieter. He leaned back into Pinky, letting him support his weight as he returned the affection with a brief nuzzle of his own.
“No more interfering in the love lives of avians, Pinky,” Brain sternly told him, though his exasperated scolding was punctuated with a kiss to Pinky’s nose.
“Okey-dokey, Brain,” Pinky giggled, returning the nose kiss with one of his own.
Brain’s face immediately turned as red as the picnic blanket lying on the ground.
“G-good…” he stammered, quickly rushing back to the picnic blanket and burying his face in the fabric.
Brain always seemed like he wanted to sink into the nearest fabric whenever Pinky kissed him on the nose.
Before Pinky could surprise him with another kiss, several loud squawks came from somewhere in the sky.
“QUICK! I NEED ANOTHER SHINY THING! WE GOTTA FIND ANOTHER SHINY THING SO EBONY WON’T GO OFF WITH THAT STINKIN’ CORBIN!”
“Pesto, just calm down-”
“CALM DOWN? ARE YOU SAYIN’ I’M NOT THE VERY PICTURE OF SERENITY AND PEACE?”
“N-no, I’m just saying-”
“THAT’S IT! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN PLUCK YOU LIKE A TURKEY ON THANKSGIVING!”
Two avian bodies plummeted to the ground, tangled in a feathery gray ball. Pesto was completely incoherent now, while Squit ineffectually tried to push him off. But there wasn’t much force in Squit’s kicks.
Pesto’s shrieks quickly turned into gasps and sobs, his entire body shaking as he collapsed on top of Squit.
“Cheer up, Pesto. There’s plenty of other birds in the sky,” Squit said, patting Pesto’s back awkwardly.
“N-not like Ebony! We could’ve made a beautiful nest together!” Pesto wailed.
Pinky and Brain awkwardly glanced at their romantic picnic setup.
Bobbi, who’d always been the calmest out of the Goodfeathers, ducked his head in apology. There was a brown satchel on his back, a piece of parchment sticking out from the flap.
“Sorry to crash your little date,” he said diplomatically, ignoring Squit’s clumsy attempts to comfort Pesto, who was sobbing into his shoulder. “Pesto acts like this every spring. Always wantin’ to chase every pretty tailfeather that flits his way.”
“Oh no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Pinky replied. Brain’s eyes were trained carefully on the picnic basket, and he fidgeted awkwardly next to Pinky. “So this Ebony…um, it didn’t work out, huh?”
Bobbi nodded. “I told him not to chase that crow. Those birds like to be courted with shiny gifts, but they’ll steal ‘em and leave you heartbroken in the end.”
Pinky gasped, hands flying to his mouth. “Poor Pesto! That’s just horrible!”
He felt a little better when Brain’s hand started patting him on the back.
“A most unfortunate outcome,” Brain added, turning his gaze back onto the picnic blanket with all their food lying haphazardly under the tree.
Bobbi shrugged. “Eh, he’ll get over it. He’s probably just overwhelmed. Been a long time since any of us have really stretched our wings. The carrier pigeon gig’s doing wonders for us.”
Ever since the curse had been lifted, the Goodfeathers had been flying in and out of the castle to celebrate their freedom and report on anything interesting that occurred from the surrounding land. Though Bobbi and Squit were willing to carry messages from the castle occupants to the outside world, only Pinky, his father, and Wakko really took them up on their offer, and the only recipients of their letters were Slappy and Skippy Squirrel.
The entire castle was made up of a hodgepodge of misfits and outcasts with nowhere else to go and nobody to write to, and there was no need to send letters when the person you wanted to talk to the most was living in the same castle anyway.
“Must be nice to have wings,” Pinky mused. The world must look really nice from a bird’s eye view. “Can you really see everything way up in the wild blue yonder?”
“Yeah, you can!” Squit exclaimed, hopping over and dragging a despondent Pesto behind him. “Flying is the greatest thing in the world since bread crumbs! Oh, and that old squirrel lady responded to your letter. Here you go!”
He lifted the parchment out of Bobbi’s backpack and gave it to Pinky, an unwavering grin on his beak.
“Egad, I’ve been waiting for this all day!” Pinky exclaimed, quickly ripping the seal and letting the parchment unfurl.
“To the Godpigeon, you and your dodo-minded flock have slighted me for the last time. Make good on our deal or else-”
Before Pinky could read any further, Bobbi quickly ripped the letter out of his hands and forcefully stuffed it into Squit’s beak to hide the contents.
Squit choked on the parchment for a few seconds before finally swallowing it whole, a visible bulge sliding down his throat all the way to his stomach.
“You. Saw. Nothing,” Bobbi grounded out, and Pinky hugged Brain to his chest nervously.
Bobbi’s eyes were blown open in warning, a confusing sight for Pinky since he’d never seen Bobbi act like this before. His feathers puffed out so that he appeared even bigger as he loomed over them.
“Of course we haven’t seen anything! Ow, Pinky, not so tight!” Brain exclaimed to placate Bobbi, with a sharp gasp. Pinky loosened his grip so Brain could breathe a little better. “You accidentally gave us another job advertisement for a shepherd boy! There seems to be a high demand in the nearby villages! Haha!”
Brain’s elbow jabbed Pinky.
Recognizing his cue, Pinky laughed alongside Brain. “Oh yes, somebody’s gotta watch those poor sheep! And I definitely did not accidentally read a vaguely terrifying letter from an unknown sender that wasn’t meant for my innocent eyes! Zort!”
Bobbi’s eyes narrowed, a move that made Squit dive for cover under Pesto’s wing. Pesto, who finally snapped out of his heartbroken stupor, watched anxiously and didn’t try to shove Squit away for once.
Suddenly, Bobbi shook Pinky and Brain’s hands with his wings, his feathers lying smooth like he hadn’t been enraged just seconds ago. His eyes were closed once again.
“Well, it’s a pleasure being on the same page with you fine gentlemice,” Bobbi said affably, his tone calm like he was only talking about the sunny weather. “Here’s your letter, Pinky. The correct one this time.”
He gave Squit a pointed look. Clearly, they’d be discussing the consequences of revealing such a dangerous message once they were alone.
Squit only let out a nervous laugh.
“Thanks…” Pinky said, taking the letter from Bobbi’s outstretched wing, which smelled of oak leaves and acorns. He was still unnerved by Bobbi’s threat.
“No prob,” Bobbi said. “Squit. Pesto. We gotta report to the Godpigeon immediately. Let’s leave these lovebirds to their picnic.”
Pesto’s eyes lit up as soon as Bobbi said ‘picnic’. “Wait…that’s it! I’ll land a girl with a picnic! Well, maybe if I could find a really pretty birdfeeder with a flower pattern-”
He continued to ramble about all the ways he could impress larks, nightingales, and doves all the way into the sky. Within minutes, the Goodfeathers’ silhouettes disappeared over the horizon.
Now that they were alone, Pinky and Brain returned to the blanket under the blossoming apple tree.
“Brain?” Pinky said as they settled near the trunk together. “Where would you go if you could fly like the Goodfeathers?”
Brain lifted his head towards the sky, silent as he pondered Pinky’s question. His pink eyes glittered with curiosity, but it didn’t last long before they turned downwards. He heaved a sigh, like flying was completely out of the question for him.
“Don’t know,” Brain admitted. “What would your answer be?”
That was an easy choice for Pinky.
“I think I’d fly to Warnerstock,” Pinky declared.
“You don’t know anything about Warnerstock, Pinky,” Brain said.
“Neither do you,” Pinky pointed out. “Or the Warner siblings, or anyone else! I’ll explore the country myself and tell everyone what I saw! That way, it’s not so unknown anymore and the Warners won’t feel disconnected to their homeland!”
Yakko was the only one who had any solid memories of Warnerstock. Wakko’s were fuzzy at best, and Dot was an infant when they fled. Her brothers and their life in France were all she remembered.
There was a gleam of admiration in Brain’s pink eyes. “That’s…a surprisingly noble reason, Pinky. And I can’t argue against the pursuit of knowledge either.”
Pinky nudged Brain. “Okay, now it’s your turn. Where would you go if you could fly?”
He wasn’t going to accept an ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. There were lots of places in the world one could visit if they could fly! Brain had to have one, or two, or even eighty-four places he wanted to travel to at some point in his life!
When was the last time he even got out of the castle anyway?
“I…well, perhaps my answer might be…somewhat childish,” Brain murmured, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. Pinky didn’t see what the big deal was. “I’d like to visit Sherwood Forest, the home of Robin Hood and his Merry Men. It’s always described with such vibrancy and life. Seeing the real forest where his legend began would be amazing.”
His hands were clasped to his chest with wonder, though he quickly caught himself and lowered them again.
Pinky nuzzled Brain’s ear. “Then I’ll take you there myself, Brain. You can ride on my back while I’m flying!”
Brain stared at Pinky in surprise, though he shook his head with a brief chuckle and returned Pinky’s smile.
“I’ll look forward to it then,” he said.
Pinky tilted Brain’s head and captured his lips in a kiss. He tasted like strawberries and cheesecake, and Pinky hummed in delight when Brain pressed back too. The letter fluttered in Pinky’s hand, nearly forgotten until Brain pulled back, his chest heaving for breath.
Pinky could’ve kept going with the kiss forever, and all the way to eternity, but he didn’t mind reading Slappy’s letter while he waited for Brain to catch his breath.
Gonna keep this letter brief, Pinky. Can’t give away too much in case someone swipes it before this reaches you.
Skippy and I are packing everything so we can get out of this backwater village. They’ve treated us like dirt and I’ve only put up with it for this long so Skippy could grow up in a stable environment. He’s been maturing a lot though, so it’s finally time to say see ya suckers to those jerkwads. They haven’t learned squat ever since we beat the everloving crap out of them at the castle.
You weren’t a half-bad neighbor (seriously, why couldn’t you have lived next to me instead of that prissy, pearl-clutching Candi Chipmunk?), and the kid’s gonna miss you too.
We’ll be leaving in three days. If you wanna come see us, that’s your window.
-Slappy.
P.S.. Hi, this is Skippy! Come visit us soon!
P.P.S. Little scamp added this postscript while I was making dinner. Got some friends housesitting for you since your door isn’t fixed yet. Your rich new boyfriend can pay for any damages that happen when you let Daffy Duck crash at your place, can’t he?
P.P.P.S. Be careful when you head into town. Trouble’s brewing.
Pinky reread the letter multiple times, the reality of Slappy and Skippy’s situation sinking in with every passing minute. He couldn’t stop the worried thoughts whirling through his mind.
Were the villagers giving them trouble after their defeat at the castle? They’d followed Snowball’s cruel orders in separating them on that horrible night. Were they still trying to accomplish that? Trying to take revenge for siding against them in the battle?
He understood why Slappy wanted to move away from the village, away from all their judgment and stares and whispers. Neither he nor Papa missed the villagers all that much after they’d permanently moved into the castle.
But Slappy and Skippy were the only ones who’d been nice to him for years. He’d never expected them to move away so quickly.
While he didn’t expect everything in his life to stay the same, the change was still so unexpected that he didn’t know what to do.
Brain carefully pried the letter out of Pinky’s hand. He read through it quickly, his fingers intertwining with Pinky’s for support.
Pinky took a deep breath, taking comfort in Brain’s presence. He wasn’t alone, he wasn’t lost and wandering without a destination in sight.
“...I want to check on them, Brain,” Pinky said quietly. “And not just through the mirror.”
Maybe he could’ve used the mirror, but it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t talk to the Squirrels or wish them a safe journey through it.
But at the same time, he couldn’t just leave Brain behind in the castle either, even if it was only temporary. The first and only night Pinky had spent away from him after an entire winter together had been the loneliest one in Pinky’s life.
“Will you come with me?”
Brain was silent, his eyes staring off into the horizon. His fingers twitched in uncertainty, his ears falling against his back.
He wasn’t going to say no to Pinky visiting his old friends. No, his reaction was something else entirely. While Pinky wasn’t sure why Brain was reacting this way, he was sure Brain would tell him eventually.
Finally, Brain’s pink eyes met Pinky’s. He swept his arm out to the picnic spread.
“Let’s pack all of this away, Pinky. We’ll begin preparations immediately.”
And Pinky planted a grateful kiss on Brain’s forehead.
End AN: A nice, fluffy chapter so the mice can chill by themselves for a while. They deserve a break.
Brain being unable to say no to Pinky and being grumpy about it and protective Brain are my favorite things. I will never get tired of those.
Decided to let the Goodfeathers have a chance to shine in this chapter, just cause it's fun to let minor background characters have a little spotlight.
Next chapter, Brain's venturing out of the castle for the first time and we're gonna see how that affects him.
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