Travelin' Tis A Mistake
By Shyro Foxfeather
Part One
America
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Kaito looked blankly out the car window from his place in the passenger's seat. It was rather dull compared to the whole ordeal the happy little airport provided. He didn't even need American currency anymore! As soon as he had stepped off the plane he already had enough to get by for the next few days (give or take a few souvenirs for good old mom and such). Aoko chatted happily with Akako in the backseat. Keiko—who had somehow ended up inviting herself on this continental vacation—looked a little annoyed and tried to further herself from the others in favor of deepening her mind into the depths of Eiri Yuki's latest novel.
The scruffy-haired magician blinked as they passed some bushes he had recognized—though never actually seen before—along the quiet suburban back roads. "You know what?" He asked idly.
Hakuba raised an eyebrow from his position to Kaito's left (aka Hakuba-chuffer). He'd regret asking this but… "What?"
"We should steal cattails." Hakuba's violent and alarmed choking was ignored. "Just get some clippers…go around and cut 'em real looow."
The backseat turned oddly quiet. "Neko?" Aoko piped up, confused.
Akako looked skeptical—or lustful…it's Akako…ya' never know—and nodded. "I have clippers…"
Hakuba blanched, a bland white color reigning supreme over his face. "You're going to chop off cat tails?"
"Of course! Wouldn't that be awesome! Then we could maybe run around with them until all the fluff falls off…" Kaito murmured in a planning sort of manner.
Keiko looked up from her book and blinked at the behaviors of those around her. "Uh…you guys?" She asked. When she got no response she continued. "A cattail is a type of plant…"
Relief washed over the car like a wave from the beach they weren't too far from. Kaito grinned widely in an eeire sort of way. "What did you think I was talkin' about, hm?"
Hakuba remained oddly silent albeit no one else had the heart to speak out for the fear of the unspeakable.
California was not a safe place the detective ruefully noted…
…not with Kaito around anyway…
…To Be Something…
Disclaimer: The story is made of waffles and soap and like everyone knows the real stories—mangas…whatever—are made of salted nuts, pocky, german leather (odd, I know), and gatorade…You may not want to ask… (In short: Ex owns NOTHING!)
…The cattails thing was an actual conversation—although altered—which occurred in the car on our way home. My brothers were to young to know we were talking about plants. BOY were they freaked out!
Oh, and by the way, I'm not dead after all…