Disclaimer: Sara owns Taro. You know the drill on everyone else. Oh, yeah…I don't own Shania.
Author's Note: Wow…we're already at number three. I'd like to remind you that Disneyworld was written in February 2005 and EuroTrip was started in April 2005. Africa was started in June 2005, and here it is…October of the same year. I love every single person who helped these stories come about, and once again, I want to say that I can't believe this all started with a note my best friend wrote me after she got back from a trip with the marching band. Sara, I love you and I hope we're able to write many more stories when Africa is completed. Suuki-Aldrea, thanks for much for reading and reviewing, I love you, too. (Clears throat) So, anyways…here it is. Bon appetite.
The Adventures of Sara and Faythe
3. Africa is for Loo-vers
By Sara Brown and Faythe Cook
Chapter One
Welcome to Egypt!
Sara stared straight ahead out the car window. Africa was not what she had expected. She had expected a huge desert with scattered trees. Instead, she saw, what seemed like, an endless city.
Cairo, to be exact. She sighed, and laid her head against the window. She missed Hiei, who had gone with Legolas to get a hotel. A nice hotel.
They could afford a nice hotel, because her father had sent them a lot of money. Of course, with the money came her half brother. Taro (her brother) was conversing happily with Jake about something or another.
Faythe, who was riding shotgun, turned around to look at Sara. "I can't believe we're in Africa! This is so cool!" She sat silent for a moment when Sara didn't respond, then turned around again. "I didn't know Egypt is in Africa!"
Sara rolled her eyes and sighed again. Taro, who was sitting next to her, tapped her on the shoulder. "You okay, Sara? You look a little down."
Kurama, next to Taro, smiled. "She misses Hiei."
Aragorn, driving the van, stared at Kurama through the rear-view mirror. "How do you do that?" he asked incredulously.
Kurama shrugged. "It's a gift."
Sara snorted. "No it's not."
"I'm your best friend?"
"Faythe is."
"Oh come on!"
"You're one of them."
Aragorn looked at them through the mirror. "Don't make me come back there."
"You're driving."
Aragorn sighed and watched the road. Faythe turned on the radio and found a station that everyone (except her) hated.
"Welcome back to WYDF Country Music, on your radio at 101.7 FM. We're going back to our 2-hour set of Shania!"
Faythe sang along with the song. Sara groaned. "Turn that garbage off, Faythe!" she shouted.
"I like that garbage."
Sara reached forward and turned the radio off. "I don't care." Faythe sniffed. "Fine! Whatever!" The radio went back on. Sara smirked and said something to Kurama in German, who smiled and responded in Japanese. Taro joined in, and pretty soon they were having a lively conversation.
"Stop!" Faythe shouted. Her outburst made the babies cry loudly. "Look, see? Even the babies don't like it when you talk foreign at them." She looked at Aragorn. "Pull over."
"Why?"
"I'm going back there to be with my babies. Is that okay with you?"
Aragorn rolled his eyes and pulled over to the shoulder of the freeway. "I thought you were supposed to stop having mood swings after they were born."
"It's been three days! Give me a break." She unbuckled and climbed over the seats and around Sara's row to get to her newborns, who were in car seats near Jake in the last row. She turned to Jake. "You can ride shotgun now."
Jake grinned. "How much fun is that?"
Faythe scowled. "I'm still not in a good mood. Don't test me." Jake shrugged and got of the van, doing things the easy way. Faythe sat down in between car seats and lifted the infants out of them. "You can drive now, A," she said.
Aragorn rolled his eyes again and turned back onto the freeway. He looked at his wife through the rear-view mirror. "Are they okay?"
Faythe smiled. "They're fine. I think Shania might have startled them."
"Join the club, we've got jackets," Sara muttered.
The rest of the drive was peaceful-and Shania-free.
THE NICE HOTEL
"Welcome to the Nice Hotel, where nice service is the lifeblood of every employee's existence!" a valet driver with a perky pink hat perched on her raven hair greeted. Her smile seemed to be pasted on, and her teeth sparkled against her deeply tanned skin. "Would you like valet parking service today as a complimentary gift of the hotel?"
Sara looked at her warily and nodded. "Give her the keys, A."
Aragorn obliged and helped pull the babies out their portable baby-basket-car-seat thingies. He chucked Vincent under the chin. The infant smiled, but then again it might have been gas.
The valet driver smiled wider (if that was possible) when she saw the babies. "They're adorable!" she cooed. She chucked Vincent under the chin, too, but Vinnie burst into tears and flailed his little limbs when she did. The woman backed away and her smile faltered a little. "The Hotel isn't liable," she said, getting into the van and driving away. When she was gone, Vincent stopped crying.
Faythe grinned. "That's my boy."
Sara sighed. "Let's go inside. It's too hot out here." They all agreed and went into the lobby to wait for Hiei and Legolas.
LOBBY…WITH ARAGORN'S THOUGHTS
Aragorn set Vincent's baby-thing on a table and rocked him. He daydreamed while they waited about how his son would be as he grew. He hoped he wouldn't be like his father in most aspects-mostly because Aragorn wasn't the father. He sighed. The thought that these two beautiful babies; one so obviously her mother's child they could be twins (had the baby been about twenty years older) and one very…well, very Elvish. Vincent had blonde hair and bright grey eyes and a musical voice that lifted Aragorn's heart to hear it. What had gotten into Faythe's head to cheat on him?
LOBBY…EVERYONE ELSE
Sara, Faythe, Taro and Jake were openly staring at Aragorn. "He's so cute when he's thinking," Faythe said happily.
Sara scoffed. "From the look on his face, I don't think he's thinking happy thoughts."
Kurama, who was playing with Liela, clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "You guys really shouldn't stare," he said.
"We can stare if we want to, Kurama."
"It's rude!"
"Oh well."
Kurama glared at Sara, who glared right back. Finally, he turned back to Liela. "She's adorable!"
"Kurama, do us all a favor. Never have kids."
Faythe smiled at him and took Liela. "I'll take it from here. Thanks for the help."
"Of course."
It was then that Hiei and Legolas showed up. Sara immediately brightened. She ran over and hugged him. "I missed you!"
"I missed you, too. Let go of me."
"No." She squeezed him tighter.
"Sara, I can't breathe!"
"You don't need to breathe," she teased, but she let go of him a little.
Aragorn snapped himself out of his reverie and shook his head. "Thanks for checking us in ahead of time," he said to Legolas.
Legolas grinned. "The power of technology." He tapped a laptop that was tucked under his arm. "I bought it on my credit card."
"You have a credit card? Do you even know what that is?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course!" Legolas puffed his chest out proudly. "I'm not old fashioned."
"Dude, you're wearing leggings…"
"So?"
Jake glared at her. "I like his leggings!"
"Of course you do."
Jake scowled a little. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Legolas threw his free arm around his shoulder. "That you loo-ver me."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Can we get this stuff in our rooms now?"
Hiei grabbed his bags and handed keys. "Yes we can."