Sassy: Yo, wassup peoples?

Tom: Welcome to our first fanfic. EVER.

Angry Kitty: Ooooooohhhhhhh . . . (waves paws dramatically)

Tom: So before we make fools of ourselves-

Sassy: ARGH! (trips)

Angry Kitty: AH! I'M ON FIRE!

Tom: (sighs) I gotta go, Angry Kitty set herself on fire with her own lighter . . . AGAIN. Just read the fic.

DISCLAIMER: The members of the CuteCrittersGang do not own Furuba. Sue andwe will bite you.

Character Info. (you can skip this if you want)

Name: Nonie

Appearance: Dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, super thin

Personality: She's your everyday hyperactive dumb blond.

Name: Brittany

Appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes, lots of freckles

Personality: We all swear she's got "blond roots"; she's evil, but stupid.

Name: Rachel

Description: Blond hair, blue eyes, glasses

Personality: The only one who'sFULL ONblond is the only smart one.

Name: Samantha

Description: Reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, the only one who has bangs

Personality: The red-headed "blond", she's loud and hyper.

Name: Kaitlyn

Description: Brown hair, brown eyes, tall

Personality: Stupid, with a dirty mind.

CHAPTER ONE!

It was a beautiful Sunday morning in . . . someplace not where you are. JUST TRY AND GUESS!

Anyways, it was a beautiful Sunday morning and five young girls, no older than fourteen, were ignoring this . . . beautiful morning. Instead, they were locked away inside a basement. And not just any basement, but a very high-tech one (as to how they got the money for such nice equipment, the world may never know). Each was involved in their own activities which (in their opinion) was way more important than going outside. They all assumed that this Sunday would be no different than any other Sunday.

Ah, ignorance.

For the seventh time in three minutes Kaitlyn felt a twitch in her eye. "ARGH! BRAIN SEIZURE!" She screamed as she began rolling on the floor in mock agony.

"SHUT UP KAITLYN!" Samantha and Brittany yelled, barely looking up from their poker game.

"MY EYE IS TWITCHING!"

"SO!"

She continued on, oblivious, until a wrench smacked her in the back of the head.

"OOOOWWWWW!" she howled, clutching the side of her head and glaring at Rachel, whose tool box was quite obviously missing a wrench. Rachel, hunched over the work table, continued fiddling with something-or-other.

Both Samantha and Brittany snickered.

Nonie, who had been silent up until now, made herself known. "HEY FOO'S!" she shouted, "I got the soda!"

"That's nice Nonie," they chorused blandly.

In a sudden move, Rachel shot to her feet and yelled dramatically, "IT'S FINISHED!"

Brittany looked up from her game. "A watch? We did all that work for some watch? I thought that's why we had cell phones."

"It's not just any watch," Rachel explained patiently, "but a time-traveling watch. Not only can we travel to different times, but different dimensions as well!"

Brittany snorted, looking over the bulky black watch with several different buttons. She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Nerd." All but Kaitlyn laughed.

"You're kidding, right?" Samantha asked, still laughing.

Rachel had the nerve to act wounded, "Give me a little credit here!" As if she didn't know how absurd it all was. Brittany, Samantha, and Kaitlyn all shuffled closer, peering at the so-called "time-travel" watch.

Everything went downhill the momentNonie lurched forward, soda in hand. "I WANNA SEE!" she whined. Tripping over her own feet, she smacked into Kaitlyn (who barely moved).

Her soda went flying through the air, landing on Rachel's watch. It began sparking and emitting a crackling sound.

Brittany then leaped forward and gazed at the sparking watch, saying, "Ooohhhh, preeeetyyy . . . must touch . . ."

"NOOOOOO!" everyone shouted, tackling Brittany and all collapsing on Rachel.

In a bright flash of light, the basement was silent . . .

. . . And empty.

Sassy: YAY! WE'RE DONE!

Kyo: (glare) I wasn't even IN this chapter!

Angry Kitty: . . . You weren't? Oops.

Tom: OMG, we're done. So, like it?

Angry Kitty: Review, or . . . A FIREBALL WILL COME CRASHING DOWN ONTOP OF YOU!

Tom: (ties Angry Kitty up, throws her in the closet) DON'T THREATEN THEM! Just review? Please?