As I sat on the chair, shifting through story after story, nothing was jumping out to be good, and quite frankly I was getting bored.
Releasing a seemingly long-supressed sigh, I turn my head to the heavy footsteps of my sister, Shannon, as she made her way down the carpeted basement stairs. Making a sharp turn into my well lit bedroom, she proceeded to, in her usual manner, pounce on the bed with a sharp, "squee!"
The squee wasn't exactly pleasant, but her presence was welcome all the same. "Shanon, do you have any inspiration for me?" I asked, in hope of finally ending the boredom that comes with a fruitless search for fanifictions.
"That depends," she stated, "What kind of inspiration are you looking for?"
"Oh, anything really, I'm not picky," I replied automatically.
"Well, there's always the age old, 'There is no try, there is only do or do not,'" she imitated with a husky voice.
T0T ….
Shannon continued, "Well, you weren't specific enough."
"Look," I said, struggling to keep my patience, "What I meant was for a story, I-"
"Oh, why didn't you say so! So, what kind of story? Fanfic or story-story?"
"Either or, just something to keep me busy for awhile."
"Once upon a time, there was two sisters, and the older sister was crazy, and she drove her little sister crazy too. The end!" ^_^
-_- ………….
^_^
"Gee, thanks a lot."
"Anytime!"
LLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE
The two sisters migrated to the living room, as Shannon prepared the mats on the floor.* It was then I saw the plushy turned around, facing the brick wall.
*Flash Back*
After a long day at school, it was always good to sink into the couch and watch a little good old fashion T.V. At first, I watched the flashing screen absent mindedly. In fact, I didn't notice anything for another hour.
When I did finally notice when I glanced to the side, it was, quite frankly, creepy.
Shannon's Kakashi plushy was arranged so that he was staring right at me. I ignored it at first, but it got annoying. His eye is creepy, even as a plushy. Eventually I gave in, getting up and turning the doll to face the wall. A paranoid move, perhaps, but I did feel a lot happier knowing that the ninja imitation was no longer facing my way with a piercing gaze.
*End Flashback*
"Sorry I turned him like that," I mentioned, nodding towards Kakashi, "He was starting to creep me out."
"It's because he likes you," she teased with a foxy grin.
"I will tie him to a tree!"
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"Simple, it's my plushie."
"Can I tie it to a pole?"
"No."
"Inside?"
"No."
"To your arm?"
"Nope."
"Anywhere?"
"No."
"Can I burn it?"
"Nope."
"Slash it?"
"Uh-uh."
"Drown it?"
"No."
"Put it through the paper shredder?"
"Let me think about it: no."
"Can I-"
"You may not do anything to harm the plushy."
I was silent for a moment, truly stumped, but I refused to give up yet, "Can I dye its hair?"
"Nope."
………. "Can I poke it?"
"Yes, he likes that."
And that's how I went crazy, and decided to post this rant. The end.
*Yes, she sleeps on the floor. She likes it there oddly enough, and won't sleep on her bed.
I do not own Naruto, Star Wars, or the entire Universe. I do own the characters, setting, situation, and the majority of the dialogue that took place.
Flame, praise, whatever. It's just a rant. I am, however, looking for inspiration. Any ideas?