(Y/N)'s POV

I was really starting to get sick of sitting here without Lars.

The day's seemed to draw on and on, interview after interview with Steven and his cute parents, but it really bothered me that Lars wasn't here...
I'm not entirely sure why I miss him, though. Yes, he's attractive, pink, nice, and a good baker... but why would I miss someone so dearly, especially since we just met?
I don't know. That's been more of an afterthought, considering I have a lot to think about after...well... I guess you could call it the trauma that I've been through.

I've been trying to remember who I am or where I came from, my life before the horrible ship that whisked me to this place. Heck, I don't even know what my gem is. All I know, really, is my name. (Y/N). But... even that sounds almost unfamiliar.

However, even if I found out where I came from or who I am, what then? How would I ever be able to go back to the way things were? I could never go back. I don't even think I'll ever remember.
On the other hand, though, I guess it's for the better. I need to stop thinking in the past and start trying to redefine myself.
I guess I'll start by visiting Lars.

Steven informed me a few days ago about Lars' situation. His ship is headed back towards home, but his ship seems to be broken down. We can get in through his lion's mane, which is apparently connected to Lars' pink tuft of hair. Honestly, I would be surprised, but I learned very quick this is all the norm with these kinds of people.

"Steven!" I called from the couch, gesturing to the empty cushion space next to me. He smiled and sat down without question, swinging his legs back and forth as he eyed me curiously. "I...I want to go see Lars."

"I was expecting this!" He said with a smug look on his face, calling in lion with a wide grin. "...But I'm surprised you did it this late."

I giggle a bit and pet lion, who seems to appreciate my touch. I smile as he nuzzles into my hand. "Your lion is very sweet...and pink."

"Yeah, he's always pink," Steven adds, placing his hand into his mane and watching as a bright pastel pink light consumes his hand as he enters. "You're going to have to hold your breath and hold my hand tight, okay?"

I nod and take his hand, suddenly being pulled into lion's mane with a quick motion. I let out a bit of a scream, but it was quickly silenced as we entered the airless plane of existence, the pink a bit blinding at first, but subtlety becoming more peaceful and calming.

Steven walked me across the plane, taking me from one island with a beautiful cherry blossom tree to another, admiring the beautiful landscape as we progressed. We reached the other side within a minute, and entered into, what I assumed was, Lars' head. Steven quickly shoved me through, causing me to fall out of Lars' hair with a thud.

Lars and I made eye contact, and his faced flushed the moment he say me.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here..? I thought you were still recovering..." He asked, trailing off a bit, but clearly excited to see me. I smiled at his flustered appearance and sat up, dusting myself off a bit.

"I recover quickly I guess," I added, scratching my neck a bit, noticing Steven's head poking out of Lars' mane, holding back maniacal laughter.

"That's good...Um, how did you even get here? Did Steven take you?" He asked once more, his head tilting slightly as I stared at his rose-like skin.

Steven then fell out of Lars' hair and landed in some sort of superhero pose, causing Lars to scramble a bit and then stare at Steven in confusion.

"I-I...see...Hey Steven," Lars stammers, smiling a bit and then looking around at the strange gems surrounding us. He noticed my confusion and piped back into the conversation. "Oh! (Y/N), these are my partners in crime...do you want to meet them?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed in awe, staring at the many fusions and strange gems that populated the ship. "You guys are...beautiful!"

They all eyed each other strangely, before Lars interrupted the silence with a sigh. "Sorry, they don't know how to take compliments."

I smiled and stood up next to Lars, admiring his throne-like chair, and his leadership over all the off-colors. He lead me down to the control room, showed me how everything operated. It was interesting, don't get me wrong. However, I couldn't stop looking at his hands. They were pink, of course, but a bit scarred, with rosy red fingertips. For some reason, I couldn't stop myself from putting my hand on top of his, and just staring at our hands, overlapping. I felt my face heat up, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Lars turn beet red.

"W-What are you...doing there... (Y/N)?" He asked, his face curious as well as flustered. I quickly withdrew my hand as soon as I realized what I was doing, but he quickly took my hand back, not really with force but rather gently.

"Sorry...! I just...u-um... I don't know. You're hand is warm. My hands have been cold out here in space... D-Do you mind..?" He asked, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. I watched as the tips of his ears turned a dusty red.

I was about to argue that he shouldn't really "get warmer" because of the whole "Pink Zombie" thing, but his hand was nice to hold. Comfortable, I suppose. Of course, I-It wasn't anything...romantic...right?
Or was I really falling for a pink zombie space pirate?

His hand intertwined with mine, and I saw a small smile stretch across his face. "Thanks. Do you want to continue the tour?" He questioned, his eyes seeming to always draw back to our hands, and I began to wonder if it did mean exactly what I thought it was.

"Absolutely, Captain Lars."