Hey, Domschneider here. I don't know if you people read bios, but this is my brother's pen name. He came up with this story and I helped him write it down. Yes he can read an write, he just doesn't always have the patience for it. He's in grade school for heaven's sake. Any way, here's his quicky. And he's rather proud of it. If you make comments, please make them constructive for a grade-schooler. That said, here's the story.
Hiei and the Ice Cream Safe"MWAHAHAHAHA!" Kurama laughed as he closed the safe, "Now Hiei will never get my ice cream!"
"Think again, Fox-Dude," said Hiei, typing on Kurama's computer.
"Hey, Hiei, I thought you didn't like computers.
"Yeah, well, ice cream's more important."
"What's a computer got to do with my ice cream, anyway?"
"It's got you're safe codes on it."
"What!" Kurama screamed, "How did you know that?"
Hiei's jagan glowed menacingly and Hiei smirked, but he didn't look up from the screen. He kept typing and after a few seconds. . .
"Yes, here it is." Hiei got p and from the computer and walked to the safe. Punching in the code, he opened the door.
"Shoot!" he yelled.
Inside the safe, was yet another safe.
Kurama chuckled. "And there's plenty more where that cam from."
"Grrr." Hiei thought for a second. "Screw this," he said pulling out his katana and slicing the safe in half. The pieces of five safes fell onto the ground. Among them was a bowl of ice cream; shattered. Melted ice cream oozed onto the floor.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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