Eight Crazy Hours
By: Gabby Knop
I ran downstairs, feet barely able to keep up with my body, anticipation rising in my throat. I had taped last night's Inu Yasha and could not wait to watch it. I jumped onto the couch, curled up under the blanket, and surfed through the previously recorded events until I found what I was looking for. There it was, sitting on the TV screen, waiting to be watched. Not that I hesitated as I pressed the play button. The show came on, and I was content. I held the remote possessively, knowing that if I set it down, someone would grab it when they came downstairs.
As I sat glued to the TV, the theme song ended and the real show began. The first word was said, and the TV went blank. I almost screamed. I had been waiting for this all night long, knowingly waiting for the sun to come up, anticipating its arrival that silently declared it was OK to get out of bed and watch TV downstairs. I bolted to the TV, pressing random buttons, trying to get the TV to turn back on. Willing the TV to come back on.
Sighing, I slouched my back, letting my ratted hair fall into my face, and practically crawled back to my spot on the couch when, out of the corner of my eye, the TV screen moved. I whirled around, my hands firmly planted on my hips, as a sandaled foot slowly comes out of the TV. Then the black baggy panted-leg! And after thirty long, painfully scary moments, there stood Miroku. In my living room. In front of me.
He bent over, brushed himself off, and stood, smiling, "Well hello there, miss. You must be Gabrielle."
I said absolutely, positively nothing. I blink more times within five seconds than I thought ever possible, and my mouth moved up and down, the words in my head, but it was as if someone put me on the mute button. I finally managed to say something, not that it mattered really.
"Hiiiiiii." My head tilted to one side and I blinked stupidly for a few seconds.
"Is that how you American's say it? If that's the case, Hiiiiiii to you to."
I finally almost got a hold of myself and managed a few more words, "No, no, stupid.self.you..came.TV.how?"
"Oh, that. I am a messenger from Feudal Japan to tell you that you are really a reincarnation of Sango. How did I get here? Well, I used a portal, like Kagome uses to go back and forth between times - the well. Except I used a cave."
"You mean.TV.portal to..feudal Japan..whole time?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"And me.Sango.reincarnation?"
"You got it."
"So.I am a demon exterminator from 1500 reincarnated?!"
"No, no, no, there were other reincarnations before you. About four if I am correct. You see, Sango found out from a fortune teller we met in a village chasing a monster with seven shards. After defeating him, we stayed at the village near-by and Sango was convinced to get her fortune told and the fortune teller told her about you. And that you are in grave danger and need my help."
"HUH? Woah woah woah, wait just a second! You mean that my favorite anime show is nonfiction and about me in the year 1500? You have got to be kidding me."
"I wouldn't be hear if I was."
"Wait a second. You can't be the real Miroku. You haven't asked me to bare you child yet."
"Oh," Miroku seemed a bit flustered, "Well, there really isn't reason to. I am already married."
"To whom?"
"Why Sango of course."
"Really?! You mean its true? Oh my gosh! I have to tell Sam!"
"Oh yes, I have to talk to her also. Where is she?"
"At her house. Asleep. Its only six in the morning. And I have school! I am only in the eighth grade right now, thank you very much! Dad and Lisa are up, let me guess. You need to talk to them as well?"
"I'm afraid not. Just You and Sam. Can you go and get her?"
"Is this that urgent? Or can it wait two hours? Just let me take a shower and get ready and you just stay put here. If anyone comes downstairs and they ask about you, tell them you and Gabby's friend.Ray."
"Would you mean Ray Baker? I forgot, he is involved in this also."
"WHAT!? OH good grief. Now I really am in grave danger! Look, you are just going to have to come to school with me. You are now a foreign exchange student from Japan, okay? You have to pretend you are in the eighth grade as well."
"As long as I get a chance to talk to you and Sam and Ray, that's fine."
"Okay. I have got to get ready. STAY HERE!" I ran upstairs, jumped in and out of the shower, and after taking a total of ten minutes to get ready, I walked downstairs to find Reba, Jason, and Harry all crowded around Miroku. The poor guy, he looked flabbergasted. But, being the nice person I am, I came to the rescue. "EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM HIM!" I screamed, just waiting for Lisa to come around the corner. Thankfully, Miroku and I were out the door before she had a chance.
The ride to school on the bus was one so embarrassing, I dare not write it down. Maybe later, after I have had time to think all of this over. So we walk into school and Sam screams. Literally. Emma, who's back was turned to the door, turns around and screams also. I run over to them, grabbing Miroku's wrist and making him follow, and explain the story in two words. "SHUT UP!"
Then I tell them the whole story in a few, shorter words. "Miroku popped out of my TV this morning. I am in grave danger, and also the reincarnation of Sango. Bow down to me, my humble servants."
Sam poked Miroku to make sure she wasn't dreaming, then began poking him at a faster rate, the thought that an anime character was n front of her really not registering in her brain. She looked like I think I had looked the first time I saw him also. I couldn't help but laugh.
After almost a full period of odd stares, papers to sign, and questioning glances, I finally figured out a plan to get me, Miroku, Sam, and Ray out of the school.
"I have to be who?!" Miroku exclaimed. "I don't even look like you! How can I be your uncle? And you aren't even related to Sam or Ray either."
I was very annoyed and stressed and was not about to get yelled at by the man of my dreams.
"Excuse me Mister! I am doing you a favor by even going along with this! Just because it isn't the best plan in the world, doesn't mean you can tell me that! If you're so smart, why don't you make something up yourself."
"Why don't we just walk out of the school?"
I inwardly slapped myself. Why worry about the hassle of signing papers and all that crap when I could just walk out of the school? "Wow, that's interesting. How did you think of that?"
"I have some experience in sticky situations, you know."
I laughed for the 128,926,768th time that day.
I ran downstairs, feet barely able to keep up with my body, anticipation rising in my throat. I had taped last night's Inu Yasha and could not wait to watch it. I jumped onto the couch, curled up under the blanket, and surfed through the previously recorded events until I found what I was looking for. There it was, sitting on the TV screen, waiting to be watched. Not that I hesitated as I pressed the play button. The show came on, and I was content. I held the remote possessively, knowing that if I set it down, someone would grab it when they came downstairs.
As I sat glued to the TV, the theme song ended and the real show began. The first word was said, and the TV went blank. I almost screamed. I had been waiting for this all night long, knowingly waiting for the sun to come up, anticipating its arrival that silently declared it was OK to get out of bed and watch TV downstairs. I bolted to the TV, pressing random buttons, trying to get the TV to turn back on. Willing the TV to come back on.
Sighing, I slouched my back, letting my ratted hair fall into my face, and practically crawled back to my spot on the couch when, out of the corner of my eye, the TV screen moved. I whirled around, my hands firmly planted on my hips, as a sandaled foot slowly comes out of the TV. Then the black baggy panted-leg! And after thirty long, painfully scary moments, there stood Miroku. In my living room. In front of me.
He bent over, brushed himself off, and stood, smiling, "Well hello there, miss. You must be Gabrielle."
I said absolutely, positively nothing. I blink more times within five seconds than I thought ever possible, and my mouth moved up and down, the words in my head, but it was as if someone put me on the mute button. I finally managed to say something, not that it mattered really.
"Hiiiiiii." My head tilted to one side and I blinked stupidly for a few seconds.
"Is that how you American's say it? If that's the case, Hiiiiiii to you to."
I finally almost got a hold of myself and managed a few more words, "No, no, stupid.self.you..came.TV.how?"
"Oh, that. I am a messenger from Feudal Japan to tell you that you are really a reincarnation of Sango. How did I get here? Well, I used a portal, like Kagome uses to go back and forth between times - the well. Except I used a cave."
"You mean.TV.portal to..feudal Japan..whole time?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"And me.Sango.reincarnation?"
"You got it."
"So.I am a demon exterminator from 1500 reincarnated?!"
"No, no, no, there were other reincarnations before you. About four if I am correct. You see, Sango found out from a fortune teller we met in a village chasing a monster with seven shards. After defeating him, we stayed at the village near-by and Sango was convinced to get her fortune told and the fortune teller told her about you. And that you are in grave danger and need my help."
"HUH? Woah woah woah, wait just a second! You mean that my favorite anime show is nonfiction and about me in the year 1500? You have got to be kidding me."
"I wouldn't be hear if I was."
"Wait a second. You can't be the real Miroku. You haven't asked me to bare you child yet."
"Oh," Miroku seemed a bit flustered, "Well, there really isn't reason to. I am already married."
"To whom?"
"Why Sango of course."
"Really?! You mean its true? Oh my gosh! I have to tell Sam!"
"Oh yes, I have to talk to her also. Where is she?"
"At her house. Asleep. Its only six in the morning. And I have school! I am only in the eighth grade right now, thank you very much! Dad and Lisa are up, let me guess. You need to talk to them as well?"
"I'm afraid not. Just You and Sam. Can you go and get her?"
"Is this that urgent? Or can it wait two hours? Just let me take a shower and get ready and you just stay put here. If anyone comes downstairs and they ask about you, tell them you and Gabby's friend.Ray."
"Would you mean Ray Baker? I forgot, he is involved in this also."
"WHAT!? OH good grief. Now I really am in grave danger! Look, you are just going to have to come to school with me. You are now a foreign exchange student from Japan, okay? You have to pretend you are in the eighth grade as well."
"As long as I get a chance to talk to you and Sam and Ray, that's fine."
"Okay. I have got to get ready. STAY HERE!" I ran upstairs, jumped in and out of the shower, and after taking a total of ten minutes to get ready, I walked downstairs to find Reba, Jason, and Harry all crowded around Miroku. The poor guy, he looked flabbergasted. But, being the nice person I am, I came to the rescue. "EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM HIM!" I screamed, just waiting for Lisa to come around the corner. Thankfully, Miroku and I were out the door before she had a chance.
The ride to school on the bus was one so embarrassing, I dare not write it down. Maybe later, after I have had time to think all of this over. So we walk into school and Sam screams. Literally. Emma, who's back was turned to the door, turns around and screams also. I run over to them, grabbing Miroku's wrist and making him follow, and explain the story in two words. "SHUT UP!"
Then I tell them the whole story in a few, shorter words. "Miroku popped out of my TV this morning. I am in grave danger, and also the reincarnation of Sango. Bow down to me, my humble servants."
Sam poked Miroku to make sure she wasn't dreaming, then began poking him at a faster rate, the thought that an anime character was n front of her really not registering in her brain. She looked like I think I had looked the first time I saw him also. I couldn't help but laugh.
After almost a full period of odd stares, papers to sign, and questioning glances, I finally figured out a plan to get me, Miroku, Sam, and Ray out of the school.
"I have to be who?!" Miroku exclaimed. "I don't even look like you! How can I be your uncle? And you aren't even related to Sam or Ray either."
I was very annoyed and stressed and was not about to get yelled at by the man of my dreams.
"Excuse me Mister! I am doing you a favor by even going along with this! Just because it isn't the best plan in the world, doesn't mean you can tell me that! If you're so smart, why don't you make something up yourself."
"Why don't we just walk out of the school?"
I inwardly slapped myself. Why worry about the hassle of signing papers and all that crap when I could just walk out of the school? "Wow, that's interesting. How did you think of that?"
"I have some experience in sticky situations, you know."
I laughed for the 128,926,768th time that day.