Hey! I recently deleted my other two stories, deciding to put all my time into just one for now. This chapter is just some intros and crap. I'm not really sure where I'm going with the story right now, but I thought I might as well start it, right? I love reviews and would like to hear any input anyone has! If you have any ideas for upcoming chapters I'd love to hear that, too. :)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything related to it. Nor do I own Soul Calibur 2 or Playstation 2.
Is There Such A Thing As Too Much Excitement?
By: Sara
Chapter One: The House of Introductions
It was a Friday night and I was walking home. I was wearing a short sleeve white shirt, jean shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. The air was warm, the stars were shining, and everything seemed perfect.
I had just gone to the store to pick up some milk and dinner. I didn't want to go anywhere but my little brother, Sota, whined until I finally caved and went to the store. Of course, I was just a little bit ticked off, seeing as how I could be watching t.v. right now instead of wandering the streets in the middle of the night. Okay, so it wasn't the middle of the night, but I'm tired, alright?
It wasn't long until I found myself standing in front of our home, a small white house in the suburbs. It was our parent's home until they passed away a few years ago, dying in a plane crash overseas. It had been hard on both my brother and myself, but we've managed since then.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I trudged up to the door and pushed it open. I was met with an irritating site. Sota was sitting on the floor in a pile of flour, his entire body covered in it, and the walls too. I could see where he had ran into the room and slipped in the fluffy powder, landing in a heap in front of the door. Why it was there in the first place...I didn't know.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" I questioned, putting my hands on my hips.
"Uuuh..." he looked around, saw his predicament, and quickly said "it was Kohaku!"
Kohaku is one of the two people who live with us. He's about Sota's age, but a lot more respectful. He moved in with us about the same time our parents died, along with his older sister. Just where was she anyway...
"Sota!" right on cue, she came running into the room and-like you didn't see this coming-slipped in the flour my brother was still sitting in. Waving her arms frantically in an attempt to regain her balance, she flew past Sota and ran right into me, knocking us both down.
"Kagome!" she said, exasperated. "I'm so sorry!"
Pulling herself up, she grabbed onto my hand and yanked me to my feet. Her hair was messy and hanging out of her bun all over the place, most of it covered in flour. Her clothes were too.
"Geez, I can't leave you guys alone for ten minutes!" I kidded, pulling Sota up too.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I was trying to bake something when Sota ran off with the flour bag and spilled it all over the house," she explained.
"Don't worry Sango, it's no big deal," I laughed, dusting some excess flour off of her shoulder.
Sango is the other person that lives with us. She's my age, but a lot more mature than I. She's tall with deep brown hair and big hazel eyes. Even in the worst of times she still manages to compose herself and look good doing it, too. I wish I could do that.
"I'll just get the broom and clean it up."
She walked out of the hall and into the a closet at the other end, pulling out a broom and a dust pan. She slid a few times on her way back, forcing myself and the boys to hold back our laughter. We didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything-she really was a great person.
After a few minutes of choking on, sliding in, and throwing flour, we had the place cleaned up again. I volunteered to put the supplies away and did so, stopping at the bathroom to see if I, too, was covered in flour. I was.
"Hey Sango, did you ever manage to make anything to eat?" I asked, fixing my hair.
"Umm..." footsteps, then "sort of...I can finish it if you want me to."
I wiped the remaining powder off of my face and walked to the kitchen where Sango was now standing. My grocery bags were sitting on the counter. There was no flour in here so Sota must have taken off with the bag before spilling it everywhere. I sighed and put a glass of water into the microwave, setting it for three minutes.
"Nah, that's all right. I bought some quick dinners so we can just eat those for now."
"Oh, okay."
She sat down at the chair across from me, redoing her hair as I had just done a minute earlier.
"How was your trip to the store?"
"Meh," I shrugged, "how interesting can it be?"
"True."
"Any plans for tonight?"
I looked at the clock. 9:30 P.M.
"Doesn't look like it. Besides, I'm tired."
Ding.
"Looks like my water's hot," I said as I stood and took it out of the microwave, being careful not to spill any on myself. Setting it on the counter I shuffled around in the cupboard until I found what I was looking for-a container of hot chocolate.
"What, didn't make me one?" came a voice from behind me.
"Of course not. Why would I do that?" I said, sipping my chocolate.
Sota was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He scowled at me angrily before pouring a glass of water for himself and placing it in the microwave. He sat down at the table next to me, still scowling.
"So what did you bring me?" he finally spoke up, peering into the plastic bag in front of him.
"What did you ask for?" I reached for the bag and threw it in his lap.
"Food."
I set my cup down. "Well, then that's what I bought."
Ding.
Sota stood to get his water but Kohaku had come into the room and snatched the water before my little brother could even get to it. The next five minutes were the two boys fighting over whose cup of hot chocolate it was.
"Okay you guys, that's enough," said Sango, pulling the cup away from her own little brother.
"Awe, come on! I almost had it too!" he complained.
"Hey," I said, standing up, "why don't you guys go play video games or something, hmm?"
Both their faces brightened instantly at the idea.
"You're goin' down, Kohaku!" my brother yelled, sliding out of the room.
"Nuh-uh! I'm gonna kick your butt!"
As soon as they were out of the door I put my empty cup into the sink. Seeing that Sango was done, I put hers in as well. After wiping my hands off I joined her at the table once more.
"I don't know what to do about those two," commented Sango, looking into the hallway behind me.
"Yeah," I turned to see that they were now fighting over who got to be player 1.
"Well, at least they're happy."
Sango looked down for a minute, then sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Something wrong?" I said, seeing her expression.
"It's just..." she looked down again, playing with the tablecloth.
"It's just..."
"It's just that nothing interesting ever happens. I mean, I'm grateful for being together and all, but I'd like to go do something exciting for once."
This was a strange thing for Sango to say. I'd never heard her talk like this before. Usually I was the one who was bored and always complained how nothing ever happened around here. Now she was doing it, too? Man, I have to stop rubbing off on people.
"What kind of excitement?"
"Anything, I don't care. Just...something."
She paused again while I stared in disbelief. What caused this sudden change? Was it really all my talk of wanting something to happen, or could it be something else?
"You know what, forget I said anything." she stood and left the room.
Looking after her, I wondered "Where are you going?"
"To bed. See you in the morning, Kagome."
I stood up, pushed my chair in and left the room. I wandered down the hall until I was in the livingroom where the two boys were playing Soul Calibur 2. Well, I thought, they made some progress; they aren't still fighting over the controller.
"Time for bed, you two," I said cheerfully, turning the game off in the middle of a fight.
"HEY!" they both yelled, dropping their controllers.
"I was just about to win!" whined Sota.
"Was not! I was winning!" exclaimed Kohaku.
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh"
"Nuh-uh!"
"That's enough!" I stated firmly, pulling Sota off the floor for the second time that night. "You two are both going to clean up and go to bed right now."
"But-"
"No 'buts' about it. Now go."
Mumbling and grumbling, both boys stalked out of the room and into the hall, still arguing over who was going to win the battle before I turned it off. I heard them shuffle up the stairs and slam their doors.
"For crying out loud."
I turned the T.V. off and fixed the room up before leaving myself. I brushed my teeth, changed my clothes and went upstairs to my own room. It was average sized with light green walls and a desk at one side. My bed was in the middle with a mess of green blankets on it.
After making my bed I crawled beneath the covers and plopped my head on the pillow, turning the light off as I did so. I was still thinking about what Sango had said earlier about wanting more excitement. She looked more upset than I wanted to admit, but I really didn't know what to do about it.
Well, maybe tomorrow I'd think of something. I turned over and fell asleep almost instantly, unaware that excitement would come a lot sooner than I thought.
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I've decided to update about once every week, probably on Sundays. I'm thinking that each chapter will probably be about this length, hopefully a few pages longer. Please review (good or bad, I don't care!) and tell me what you think. See you later!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or anything related to it. Nor do I own Soul Calibur 2 or Playstation 2.
Is There Such A Thing As Too Much Excitement?
By: Sara
Chapter One: The House of Introductions
It was a Friday night and I was walking home. I was wearing a short sleeve white shirt, jean shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. The air was warm, the stars were shining, and everything seemed perfect.
I had just gone to the store to pick up some milk and dinner. I didn't want to go anywhere but my little brother, Sota, whined until I finally caved and went to the store. Of course, I was just a little bit ticked off, seeing as how I could be watching t.v. right now instead of wandering the streets in the middle of the night. Okay, so it wasn't the middle of the night, but I'm tired, alright?
It wasn't long until I found myself standing in front of our home, a small white house in the suburbs. It was our parent's home until they passed away a few years ago, dying in a plane crash overseas. It had been hard on both my brother and myself, but we've managed since then.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I trudged up to the door and pushed it open. I was met with an irritating site. Sota was sitting on the floor in a pile of flour, his entire body covered in it, and the walls too. I could see where he had ran into the room and slipped in the fluffy powder, landing in a heap in front of the door. Why it was there in the first place...I didn't know.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" I questioned, putting my hands on my hips.
"Uuuh..." he looked around, saw his predicament, and quickly said "it was Kohaku!"
Kohaku is one of the two people who live with us. He's about Sota's age, but a lot more respectful. He moved in with us about the same time our parents died, along with his older sister. Just where was she anyway...
"Sota!" right on cue, she came running into the room and-like you didn't see this coming-slipped in the flour my brother was still sitting in. Waving her arms frantically in an attempt to regain her balance, she flew past Sota and ran right into me, knocking us both down.
"Kagome!" she said, exasperated. "I'm so sorry!"
Pulling herself up, she grabbed onto my hand and yanked me to my feet. Her hair was messy and hanging out of her bun all over the place, most of it covered in flour. Her clothes were too.
"Geez, I can't leave you guys alone for ten minutes!" I kidded, pulling Sota up too.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I was trying to bake something when Sota ran off with the flour bag and spilled it all over the house," she explained.
"Don't worry Sango, it's no big deal," I laughed, dusting some excess flour off of her shoulder.
Sango is the other person that lives with us. She's my age, but a lot more mature than I. She's tall with deep brown hair and big hazel eyes. Even in the worst of times she still manages to compose herself and look good doing it, too. I wish I could do that.
"I'll just get the broom and clean it up."
She walked out of the hall and into the a closet at the other end, pulling out a broom and a dust pan. She slid a few times on her way back, forcing myself and the boys to hold back our laughter. We didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything-she really was a great person.
After a few minutes of choking on, sliding in, and throwing flour, we had the place cleaned up again. I volunteered to put the supplies away and did so, stopping at the bathroom to see if I, too, was covered in flour. I was.
"Hey Sango, did you ever manage to make anything to eat?" I asked, fixing my hair.
"Umm..." footsteps, then "sort of...I can finish it if you want me to."
I wiped the remaining powder off of my face and walked to the kitchen where Sango was now standing. My grocery bags were sitting on the counter. There was no flour in here so Sota must have taken off with the bag before spilling it everywhere. I sighed and put a glass of water into the microwave, setting it for three minutes.
"Nah, that's all right. I bought some quick dinners so we can just eat those for now."
"Oh, okay."
She sat down at the chair across from me, redoing her hair as I had just done a minute earlier.
"How was your trip to the store?"
"Meh," I shrugged, "how interesting can it be?"
"True."
"Any plans for tonight?"
I looked at the clock. 9:30 P.M.
"Doesn't look like it. Besides, I'm tired."
Ding.
"Looks like my water's hot," I said as I stood and took it out of the microwave, being careful not to spill any on myself. Setting it on the counter I shuffled around in the cupboard until I found what I was looking for-a container of hot chocolate.
"What, didn't make me one?" came a voice from behind me.
"Of course not. Why would I do that?" I said, sipping my chocolate.
Sota was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He scowled at me angrily before pouring a glass of water for himself and placing it in the microwave. He sat down at the table next to me, still scowling.
"So what did you bring me?" he finally spoke up, peering into the plastic bag in front of him.
"What did you ask for?" I reached for the bag and threw it in his lap.
"Food."
I set my cup down. "Well, then that's what I bought."
Ding.
Sota stood to get his water but Kohaku had come into the room and snatched the water before my little brother could even get to it. The next five minutes were the two boys fighting over whose cup of hot chocolate it was.
"Okay you guys, that's enough," said Sango, pulling the cup away from her own little brother.
"Awe, come on! I almost had it too!" he complained.
"Hey," I said, standing up, "why don't you guys go play video games or something, hmm?"
Both their faces brightened instantly at the idea.
"You're goin' down, Kohaku!" my brother yelled, sliding out of the room.
"Nuh-uh! I'm gonna kick your butt!"
As soon as they were out of the door I put my empty cup into the sink. Seeing that Sango was done, I put hers in as well. After wiping my hands off I joined her at the table once more.
"I don't know what to do about those two," commented Sango, looking into the hallway behind me.
"Yeah," I turned to see that they were now fighting over who got to be player 1.
"Well, at least they're happy."
Sango looked down for a minute, then sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Something wrong?" I said, seeing her expression.
"It's just..." she looked down again, playing with the tablecloth.
"It's just..."
"It's just that nothing interesting ever happens. I mean, I'm grateful for being together and all, but I'd like to go do something exciting for once."
This was a strange thing for Sango to say. I'd never heard her talk like this before. Usually I was the one who was bored and always complained how nothing ever happened around here. Now she was doing it, too? Man, I have to stop rubbing off on people.
"What kind of excitement?"
"Anything, I don't care. Just...something."
She paused again while I stared in disbelief. What caused this sudden change? Was it really all my talk of wanting something to happen, or could it be something else?
"You know what, forget I said anything." she stood and left the room.
Looking after her, I wondered "Where are you going?"
"To bed. See you in the morning, Kagome."
I stood up, pushed my chair in and left the room. I wandered down the hall until I was in the livingroom where the two boys were playing Soul Calibur 2. Well, I thought, they made some progress; they aren't still fighting over the controller.
"Time for bed, you two," I said cheerfully, turning the game off in the middle of a fight.
"HEY!" they both yelled, dropping their controllers.
"I was just about to win!" whined Sota.
"Was not! I was winning!" exclaimed Kohaku.
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yah-huh"
"Nuh-uh!"
"That's enough!" I stated firmly, pulling Sota off the floor for the second time that night. "You two are both going to clean up and go to bed right now."
"But-"
"No 'buts' about it. Now go."
Mumbling and grumbling, both boys stalked out of the room and into the hall, still arguing over who was going to win the battle before I turned it off. I heard them shuffle up the stairs and slam their doors.
"For crying out loud."
I turned the T.V. off and fixed the room up before leaving myself. I brushed my teeth, changed my clothes and went upstairs to my own room. It was average sized with light green walls and a desk at one side. My bed was in the middle with a mess of green blankets on it.
After making my bed I crawled beneath the covers and plopped my head on the pillow, turning the light off as I did so. I was still thinking about what Sango had said earlier about wanting more excitement. She looked more upset than I wanted to admit, but I really didn't know what to do about it.
Well, maybe tomorrow I'd think of something. I turned over and fell asleep almost instantly, unaware that excitement would come a lot sooner than I thought.
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I've decided to update about once every week, probably on Sundays. I'm thinking that each chapter will probably be about this length, hopefully a few pages longer. Please review (good or bad, I don't care!) and tell me what you think. See you later!