''Pinkie Pie...Pinkie...

"Pinkie." A casual but worried voice called out to Pinkie. A voice that she knew very well. Pinkie shook herself back out of her trance and she turned to Rarity. She stood with a worried look on her face. Her beautious features still astounded Pinkie to that day. Pinkie thought of something to say and she quickly rhapsodized, "Yeah. Yeah just fine! Same ol' Pinkie Pie!"

Pinkie Pie returned to preparing for dinner. Rarity was fixing it up, a delicious homemade lassagna. Pinkie took the job of cutting up the vegetables for the garden salad that was to be served with the lassagna. As she swiftly and proficiently diced up the tomatoes she took a quick glance around. Her natural instincts that were ingrained in her mind was to analyze her environment.

Like the rest of Rarity's house/business was very intricately decorated with so little material. Teal tile flooring, light grey walls aside from the corner of the kitchen they stood in which was a dark white. In two of the corners, more for desgin rather than structural integrity, were ivory columns. Pinkie had a natural talent ever since she was a kid, she could enter a special kind of mind set and let only one thing roam through her mind. Kill. Her parents called it the "Killer Instinct". Pinkie slowed down her heart beat down by a lot, a beat per minute. To a normal person this could be very fatal, but it was not to a Pie. Pies had a natural talent for their profession, they could rapidly lower their insides to increase performance during combat or in everyday tasks. Pinkie saw her sister destroy giant boulders without breaking a sweat.

Pinkie calmed the maelstrom forming inside herself, she looked through her peripherals. She saw Rarity and only Rarity in the room. Pinkie had slowly improved this skill over time and therefore a normal person would take a minute to analyze what they saw, Pinkie could do in a manner of seconds. The hardest part was escaping the killer instinct. The baker stopped her dicing as she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. It was a soft and gentle touch, a friendly and warm feeling. Pinkie slowly came out of her trance and heard her best friend gently muse, "Pinkie. What's wrong?"

Rarity. Pinkie's closest friend. While yes Pinkie was friends with everyone and had never chosen any favorites. But Rarity was in a close spot in her heart. Rarity was in every way a sister to her, and she loved that about her. Pinkie could never lie to Rarity, she could never bring herself to hurt her like that. Secrets are the quickest way to break a friendship. Her normally bubbly demeanor died and a charismatic and gentle voice came out, "Its...I can't...I was just remembering what happened."

Rarity brushed closer to Pinkie keeping her hand on her shoulder and released a soothing feeling every word she spoke, "It's okay Pinkie. The past is in the past nothing can happen and you can't do anything about it now darling."

There is a certain way that Rarity said those words. She said them before, but now they meant something. It was said with passion and conviction. Pinkie felt the full weight of those words. She actually believed them. But that is what she hated the most. She cannot do anything about it. She holds deep inside herself the killer she still hates. Pinkamena.

Pinkie rested the knife down and her expression went dark and her tone lowered as she quavered, "All those people...I...I can't."

Pinkie felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Pinkie was not one for physical contact but the only one that was able to do that was Rarity. Pinkie turned to the owner of the hand. The same beautiful woman that saved her six years ago. Almost nothing about her changed. The same youthful features, the same amazing hourglass shape. She wore the same outfit that Pinkie first saw her in. Her bright red lips, her light sky blue eyes. But what pieced it all together was her styled indigo hair. Pinkie could never see any harm come to this person, Rarity brought her through the fire and flames and Pinkie would return the favor. Rarity quietly said, "What happened in the past does not matter now. There is always tomorrow."

Rarity gently gripped Pinkie's shoulders with her soft hands. Pinkie felt the full force of her words. They washed over her dreary soul, it just seemed to sooth her. Perhaps it was the fact that she could wield magic and she was working some sort of spell. But Pinkie did not mind. Pinkie cracked a half smile and said, "Thank you Rarity....for everything."

Pinkie melted in her own shoes with what she did next. Rarity leaned in and gently kissed Pinkie on her cheek. Pinkie was stunned at the gesture. It was a sisterly kiss but it felt like something else. Her lips were soft and gentle as they brushed against Pinkie's cheek. Rarity said in a friendly tone, "No need for thanks darling. Being your best friend is more than enough."

Rarity left and stopped touching Pinkie. Pinkie felt like a part of her left, and it hurt. But she remembered the kiss and she instantly voided all other feelings. She could still feel her lips against her cheek. Before her mind began to wander Pinkie carefully told herself that she could never have Rarity. She was straight.

Pinkie returned to her chore and finished chopping up the vegetables. It did not take long considering her background with knives and other instruments of cutting. Pinkie was quite the enthusiast when it came to a lot of things like that. Pinkie set the table and as she did she kept her eyes on Rarity.

Rarity hummed as she put everything together. Pinkie inspected closely at Rarity, especially her voluptuous cruves and ass. Held tight in jeans. Pinkie held a lot of respect for Rarity's figure, all the right curves in all the right places. Muscles expertly toned and sheen with soft skin. It made Pinkie feel excited just thinking about it. She could not understand these feelings, they were just there. She felt this way towards Rarity for a long time, three years ago. Something just awoken inside of Pinkie. She just felt that no matter what she would always look out for her and Pinkie would do the same. Rarity was the only one who knew about Pinkie and her past and Pinkie was thankful for that. She feared what her other friends would think of her if she told them. At first glance Pinkie thought that Rarity was the sterotypical beautiful girl, a stone cold bitch that has no shame. But Pinkie was thankful that she was wrong.

Pinkie finished setting the table and made sure everything was perfect, even though Rarity was over that sort of thing Pinkie did it anyways. A kind gesture that pales in comparison to the kindness and generosity Rarity had shone her. Rarity picked up the lassagna pan and bent over and put it in the oven. Pinkie took a quick glance at Rarity before she looked away waiting for her friend to talk to her or something. Rarity set the timer on the oven and turned to Pinkie, her face beamed with a smile and a breath of relief escaped as she strided over towards her. Rarity said, "Forty minutes until dinner is ready. What shall we do in the mean time?"

Pinkie thought for a moment. There was silence and a low sigh that escaped Pinkie's lips as she thought for a second. There was not much that she could do. After a few seconds of silence Rarity said, "I think I will take inventory of my sewing items. Make sure I'm up to date with everything."

Pinkie answered, "I might draw."

Rarity's face lit up and she said happily, "Ooh. I can't wait to see it."

Pinkie had taken up drawing a while ago, and she had grown fairly used to it as well. It helped her keep her mind occupied, it helped her focus. Pinkie gave a smile and Rarity took off her cooking apron that was dark blue with three diamonds at the bottom corner. She hung it on a nearby hook and she sauntered out of the room and said as she left, "Au revoir, Pinkie. See you in forty minutes darling."

Pinkie smiled at her choice of words. Pinkie walked past the table and found herself in the foyer of Rarity's house, just to her left was the store front. And to her right was the stairs the led to the bedrooms up stairs. Pinkie looked over everything with a careful eye, making sure nothing was missing. She could not explain it but she had this distant feeling that Rarity and Pinkie were not alone. Pinkie found the gym bag she brough that had some of her personal items in it. A set of clothes, another pair of hightop sneakers, and a sketch pad with some pencils and a pen.

She took out the pad and two pencils and glided her way through the beautifully lit and painted home. She sat in the living room couch with a soft flop. She hiked her legs close to her and curled them, resting the pad on her now closer thighs. She opened it up and found many different sketchings she did over the years. Many were very scenic, she had some problems drawing humans. Although she still did it, she just took longer with it. Pinkie finally found a blank white paper towards the middle of the pad and she rested the graphite pencil lightly in her hands, thinking carefully of what to draw. Finally inspiration struck and Pinkie glided her hands over the paper. Completely not noticing the fact that she did not leave her bag in the foyer originally.

Rarity hummed expertly to the beat of a song that she always loved. In her head she could still hear the instruments and the singer's voice. She hummed to the beat of the singer, "Hm, hm, hm."

She strode through the hallways of her house and finally found her inspiration room. She opened the door and flipped on the light switch. The dark room was quickly sprayed in the light. Around the room mannequins with half made outfits and dresses, fabric strewn over the floor, her desk filled with orders, and needles everywhere. She loved it. Organized chaos at its finest.

She strode to the well decorated shelf that held all sorts of items. Slowly over time it became more than just a storage unit. Along with the many oak cabinets across the sea of chaos. She said to herself, "Ah. Paradise."

She scanned her expert eye over the co tents of the shelves. She focused her mind and she felt her mind blast in a sharp rise of pain but it was a numb pain. She held her hand open and a clipboard and pen levitated over to her in a bright blue aura, with her free hand she reached into her pocket and pulled out her red orange brimmed glasses. Her eyesight was not bad, but she would need them for working with small things like writing, reading, or sewing. It as well helped her focus. She floated the pen into her hand after her glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She looked at the shelf and said with an upbeat voice, "So. Let us see just how much damage has to be made to my wallet."

As she was about to write something down she felt something small and furry brush against her leg. She looked down and saw a small mass of white fur and it was her cat Opal. Opal looked up at her and said with greeting, "Mreow."

Rarity leaned down and gently scratched to white cat's cheek and said with brightened spirits, "Why hello Opal wopale. Have you come to help mommy take inventory?"

"Mreow..." The cat said with dissatisfaction.

Rarity gently petted Opal's fur and said as she did so, "Oh I know. It is not as exciting as sewing a pure masterpiece, but it fills my time up long enough to wait for dinner."

Rarity with one hand picked up Opal by the stomach and set her down on the desk. She pulled the desk closer to the shelf and said to the ivory feline, "Well? What say you Opal Wopale?"

Opal thought for a moment and finally answered her enthused owner, "Mreow!"

Rarity smiled and said, "Manifique! Lets get started."

Rarity saw the cat expertly jump from the desk to the top shelf. Rarity watched the feline jump and as she waited she marked down how many bolts of thread she had. 27 in total. She would need 37 if she was to make those bridesmaid dresses for Lyra and Bon Bon's wedding coming up. She then heard an echo of Opal's voice, "Mreow."

Rarity scratched something on her clipboard and answered, "Okay how about needles?"

"Mreow."

"Oh that much huh?" Rarity said with lowered enthusiasm. "Well looks like I might need to make a trip to the store. Needles are essential for..."

"Mreow!"

"Yes right focus!"

For the next twenty minutes they continued the banter and Rarity carefully wrote down what she needed and as she did so and wrote how much supplies she needed, she thought back to her encounter with Pinkie. She had come a long way since that first day she met Pinkie. But she was still troubled by all of this, there was an eerie feeling whenever she thought of Pinkie's past. Rarity could not begin to fathom how much blood was on Pinkie's hands.

Rarity stared off into nothing and said with a quavered voice, "Oh its just aweful Opal...Why did it have to be Pinkie, she is such a sweet girl...to be subjected to things like that at such a young age it's....it's....it's barbaric...."

Opal jumped down on the desk and carefully strode next to Rarity. Opal purred lowdly and rubbed her head against Rarity's arm. Rarity noticed Opal and started petting the ivory feline. Rarity said staring off into nothing, "Just....holding the fate of someone in your hands like that....it's a tragedy. Pinkie deserved better than all this."

Rarity remembered back to the years of therapy and all those days she spent having her know the difference between reality and not reality. It was long and tedious but eventually she became somewhat normal. Her bubbly personality is only a facade of the true darkness she hides in herself. It's all a show. Rarity was the only one who knew Pinkie's true self and she felt special that she is the only one that knows. It made Rarity feel needed, like she has a purpose other than making clothes. It made her feel like she was one in a million. Rarity looked at Opal and sing songed as she asked the cat, "So Opal Wopal, is that everything?"

Opal looked around and scanned the shelf and its contents. Her slited ice blue eyes moved quickly over the items on the shelf and finally answered her owner, "Mreow."

Rarity muttered as she picked up the clipboard once more, "That's right we forgot about the gems."

Opal jumped down with great agility and walked over to the chest near the corner and sat on top of it. She turned her head proudly to her owner and stated, "Mreow."

Rarity answered, "If you truly think that we are so low on gems then perhaps you would like to attend."

Opal huffed and curled up on her side, tucking her thick tail underneath her paw. Rarity sashayed over to the well decprated gem chest. Vibrating underneath the chest was the steady hum of the gems, Rarity knew where almost every gem was. She opened up the chest subjecting Opal to find another spot to hunker down. Rarity rested the clipboard on her hip and used her pen to count the amount of gems. Nearly 300. A large number, but nothing too exciting. She could stand to find a few piles of gems, she would need to inform Twilight. Rarity smiled as she thought of the little guy that Twilight took care of. Spike. He was sweet and very kind hearted. Maybe eleven years old. As her mind began to wander she heard a large alarm go off. Rarity smiled. The lassagna was ready.

Author's Notes:

Hello everybody. A very casual and laid back chapter. But very foreshadowing and filled with detail I hope you guys enjoyed, more chapters on the way.