BK: ladies and gentlemen, meet the reason that GIA has not updated in months. Well, part of the reason. The other part is that we're getting lazy and bogged down with schoolwork. IWA isn't here at the moment, she's on a music trip and as I dropped flute in 10th grade, I'm not with her.
Anyways, a while back IWA got a creative writing assignment to write a short story. As all of you can see, its no longer very short. We finally finished it and I promise I promise I PROMISE we will be getting back to GIA very soon. PROMISE.
Its gonna be a while for Know your place tho.
So we dont own YYH or GW, and I IWA's parents own her house so...just the plot again. And again, since I'm far too lazy to put a disclaimer at every chapter or come up with chapter names this'll be the last time you'll hear from me.
And NO we didn't use our real names. Duh.
Chapter 1
"Thanks, Chess!" Kara called, waving over her shoulder at her friend, who grinned and waved back, already walking in the other direction, heading for her homeroom.
Kara was an average high-school student with blue eyes and glasses, wearing a blue tie-dye GENESEO t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.
She smirked down at the two DVD boxes in her hands. "Finally. I guess her mom finished watching it." She shrugged, her red-brown hair settling over her shoulders. "Either that or she gave up."
She walked into Room 347 just as the second bell rang, trying to stuff the Gundam Wing boxes into her bag and failing miserably. Kara put her binder, bag, and DVDs on the desk and turned to the flag for the Pledge of Allegiance. Afterwards, she sat down, opened the bag, and spent a minute or two rearranging her sketchbook, notebook, novel, and lunch so that she could fit the two DVD boxes in, all the while listening to the drone of the morning announcements.
At 7:45, the bell rang again, and everyone stood up and headed for the door.
Kara's first period was orchestra. As usual, she was one of the first ones in the room. She walked over to the instrument cages lining the back of the room, opened the padlock on her locker, pulled her violin out, closed the cage, and dumped her stuff by her chair. Kara was principal of the second violin section, so she sat in the innermost row, third from the end. It was full orchestra that day, so the room was crowded. After tuning, they listened to a CD of one of the pieces they were working on for the concerto concert coming up, then spent the rest of the class on it, managing to make it through the entire thing with only one or two train wrecks. The first one happened at the beginning: the trumpets had a note that didn't sound right and one penciled in that was even worse. In the end, one trumpet player had to go next door and ask Shemancik-san, one of the two band directors, for help, and even he didn't know what to do.
After orchestra, Kara went to Astronomy. For 40 minutes, she was lectured on the properties of waves and light, which she knew already and was bored by.
The day passed similarly, the rest of her classes going well enough.
When Kara got home, she worked a bit on her Creative Writing assignment, then got the DVDs out of her bag and went back downstairs.
When she actually got to the family room, where the DVD player was, she hesitated, pulling two more DVDs out of a pile on top of the sound cabinet next to the TV.
Kara backed up and sat in the slowly self-destructing armchair in front of the TV to debate the merits of watching Gundam Wing versus Yu Yu Hakusho.
Suddenly, a flash of light burst in front of her and there was a double 'thump' and at least one startled exclamation. She yelped and flinched back, shielding her face with her arms.
After the light had vanished, she peeked over her arms.
And gaped.
Sprawled on the floor were two teenagers. One was lying on his back and the other was on his stomach across the former's legs.
The first was wearing a black shirt reminiscent of a priest's robes tucked into black jockey pants and boots. His chestnut-colored hair was gathered into a braid that spilled onto the floor beside him. His pale skin and wide violet eyes gave him the appearance of some sort of supernatural being.
The other had blood-red hair that extended to his mid back and brilliant emerald eyes. The magenta school uniform he was wearing clashed horribly with his hair. He was saying something to himself in a different language, then suddenly realized that he was lying on someone, and sat up quickly.
The braided teen was also muttering. "Okay, note to self—never try to install unknown technology into something that has a good chance of blowing up in your face." He blinked. "...This isn't the hangar ceiling. Am I in a hospital?"
Kara stared at them. "Bloody hell." She blinked, then buried her head in her hands. "I have really been reading too many Harry Potter fanfictions."
The one in black sat up and looked at her, then glanced around. "So... Where are we?" he asked cheerfully. "I mean, I know we're not in the safe house... And I don't know either of you," he babbled.
Kara sighed. "My house in upstate New York. I'm Kara, and I know who you two are already, courtesy of these," she informed them, holding up the DVDs she was still holding. "You," she continued, pointing to the redhead with the Yu Yu Hakusho DVDs, "are Shuichi Minamino, star student of Meiou High, also known as Youko Kurama, the legendary silver fox demon thief."
The newly-named Kurama blinked. "Impressive," he murmured.
The other blinked and turned to him. "So you do speak English. You had me wondering there, for a moment."
"And you," Kara continued, turning to the braided one and pointing at him with the Gundam Wing DVDs, "are Duo Maxwell, pilot 02 of the Gundam Deathscythe and self-proclaimed God of Death." She sat back in her chair, which creaked loudly in protest. "Am I right?"
Duo grinned, jumping to his feet and executing a flourishing bow to the other two.
"That's right! Duo Maxwell, at your service! I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie!"
Kurama smiled at his antics, climbing gracefully to his feet. "I see. It's nice to meet you," he said, bowing to the both of them.
Kara smiled, standing up and depositing the four DVD boxes she was still holding onto the coffee table behind her chair.
"Nice to meet you too. Well, in person, anyway." She sighed.
Kurama turned to her, his eyes narrowed. "Yes, about that. How do you know who we are?"
Kara sighed. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to that. You're both anime characters in this world."
Duo blinked. "Really?"
Kara nodded. "Yeah. Kurama's from Yu Yu Hakusho and you're from Gundam Wing."
Kurama looked thoughtful. "So that's what Koenma did with the old spirit record footage."
Kara sighed and put her head in her hands. "...I really need to call Chess." She walked into the kitchen, picked up the phone by the sliding glass door, dialed a number, and waited for a minute.
"Kara, I'm at work," Francesca said over the phone.
"I know. It's important," Kara replied.
"How important?"
"Potential-end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it important."
Francesca sighed. "Make it quick."
"I know I'm not supposed to call you at work and I'm really sorry but this is really important and—"
"The point?" Francesca interrupted.
"DUO MAXWELL AND KURAMA ARE STANDING IN MY FAMILY ROOM AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
There was a pause.
"Is this another fanfiction idea?"
"NO!"
Another voice interrupted over the phone. "Francesca, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to get off the phone..."
"I'm really sorry, Wendy, it's my best friend. He's having some sort of sexual identity crisis— Can I just take this one call? I'll never do it again, I promise!" Francesca pleaded.
"Sexual identity crisis? He?" Kara muttered.
"Um... Alright," the voice said.
"Thank you!" Francesca exclaimed. "I'm gonna run down to the stock room for privacy, hang on."
"Hanging on."
Kara waited, Duo stared at her through the window between the kitchen and the family room, and Kurama started looking through the stack of DVDs.
"Alright, tal—AAAH!" Francesca yelped.
"Chess! What happened?"
Kurama looked over. Duo's eyes narrowed sharply.
"I'm okay! Hello, Raven."
"Mrrow!" Raven was obviously a cat.
Kara sighed and rolled her eyes. "Chess..."
Duo relaxed and Kurama went back to the DVDs.
"I'm okay—I walked into the stock room and one of the hospital cats was on the top shelf. She surprised me, that's all. So—what happened?"
"Well, you lent me Gundam Wing, and I was debating whether to watch that or Yu Yu Hakusho when there was a flash of light and Duo and Kurama were lying on the floor in front of me."
Kurama frowned as he continued looking through the DVDs. Duo picked up the two Gundam Wing boxes.
"Wow."
"Yeah. So what do I do?"
"Well, let's start with the basics. They'll need food, clothes, and a place to stay."
"Oh GOD, what am I gonna tell my parents?" Kara wondered fatalistically.
"No idea. What about school tomorrow?" Francesca replied.
"Crap."
"Okay. Um... Is there any possible chance your parents will believe the truth?"
"Possibly."
"Then go with the truth."
"'Kay. I still don't know what to do about clothes. I will not subject them to my brother's."
"Figure that out later. I dunno what to do about school."
"Maybe they can shadow me."
"Can one shadow me?"
"...Sure."
"Awesome."
"Should I show them the DVDs?"
"As much as I'd like to say yes, that's probably a bad idea. We don't know where they are in the series—"
"Kurama said something about spirit records."
"Spirit records?"
"Yeah, something like 'So that's what Koenma did with the old spirit record footage.'"
"...Ask if Yusuke's back from Demon World yet."
"'Kay. Kurama?"
The redhead in question looked up.
"Is Yusuke back from Demon World yet?"
Kurama blinked, then nodded.
"Yup," Kara informed Francesca.
"Alright— He's at the end of the series, so the YYH DVDs are fine. We'll have to grill Duo later."
"Okay." Kara looked up. "Crap. Duo's messing with the DVD player. I gotta go."
"I'll call you after work. Be careful."
"Will do. Bye!"
"Bye!"
Kara hung up the phone and walked into the family room. Kurama had taken the stack of DVDs and was sitting with them on the old green couch behind the coffee table. Duo was crouching in front of the sound cabinet.
"What's this?" the braided teen asked.
"A DVD player," Kara answered.
Duo stared. "You're kidding."
"Nope," Kara replied. "Don't mess with it. I have to go talk to my dad, so... sit tight and don't touch anything, please."
Duo had wandered over to the bookshelf on the wall. "Are these VHSs?" he asked. The entire bookshelf was jam-packed with them.
Kara sighed and went downstairs.
