Disclaimer: Now, how rich would I be if I owned an anime and manga? Well, I would be Rumiko Takahashi, now am I her? I don't think so. In other words, the thought of me owning Inu Yasha is like me owning a lot of stuff I don't. What I'm trying to say is I obliviously own Inuyasha because I'm writing fanfiction about it. Wait, no, that can't be possible, if I owned Inuyasha I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, so why are you asking?
Author Note: Making all sorries for any future grammar, or spelling mistakes. As well as typos, for the typing demons enjoy to torture me. If it is excessively bad please say so in a review and I will try and fix it as much as possible. Oh, yeah, almost forgot, I know the names are probably not right, but please hang with me. I'm bad at names! Thanks again and enjoy the fic!
Summary: (Incase you missed it, or something) AU - Born into Inuyasha's time, Kagome, becomes a miko with the help of Kaede, and later meets Sango, Miroku, and Shippo. After the death of his parents, Inuyasha, comes to live within the confides of Edo, where Kagome has grown up her whole life. When these two meet, no one could have guessed that they'd come to love each other, more than life itself. Inuyasha and Kagome, as well as Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, go through many troubles, all which seem to have been foretold... (Sorry peoples, I not the best summarizer. But I want you all to know that I HATE Kikyo, and I don't think I will be including her... Just because I HATE her soooooo much. Sorry if you wanted to have her included, but I just can't. I hope this doesn't turn you off on my story though, please go ahead and read!!!)
Foreseen Events
Prologue:
The Birth of the Prophecy
Outside the wind raked the leaves from the trees and the rain poured. Causing the little shack to almost sway and shudder. Lightning thundered over head and flashed it's bright light, causing the people to gasp and jump, some from fright and others being caught unawares. The shack was made of two rooms, a bedroom and an all other purpose room, which had a window, the only window on the home. Through this window one could see the ugly weather, and take their mind away from their purpose for filling the room.
Many of the people gathered in the room looked tired, and under fed. Most wearing old, torn rags for clothes. Calloused hands gripped chairs and wide eyes moved slowly from inner door to window and back. When the door creaked open and an old women walked out, hands behind her back, a man stood bolt upright. He had short black hair and wore clothes similar to the others, just less spoiled.
"Kaede?" The man asked.
"Mr. Higurashi?" Kaede said.
"How is she?" Mr. Higurashi asked.
"Ye has a beautiful daughter, ye has." Kaede gave the man a quick smile from her eye patched face. She had long graying brown hair, and wore the attire of a miko. "Ye may go and see her, if ye wish." She moved from the door, to let the new father pass, and took him seat in the crowded room.
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"You travel far, and thy journey was not easy. Please come." A old man, bald old monk, pointed the travelers toward his small shrine. The man and women slowly made their way toward the steps, following the old monk.
When they reached the steps the old man stopped. "Hurry in, the weather is to change for the worse." He then scrambled up the stairs and slid open a door. The two people made their was into the shrine. They stopped just inside, and looked around. The old monk then took his time closing the door and coming back to his guests, just so he could look them over.
The man stood tall, towering over the old monk. He had long silver hair, pointed ears, and a blood red stripes across each cheek. He wore a blue kimono with armor atop. His eyes shown gold as he looked around his surroundings. 'Demon, hmmm, haven't seen one in a while,' Mushin thought. The woman he had his arm around had long black hair, brown eyes, and wore a pink kimono. She stood, her head just above his shoulder, she kept her eyes down, on something in her arms the whole time.
When the monk made his way around to the front of them he saw, that the package she was holding was a child. Asleep in the arms of this woman, the child had the same silver hair as the man, and was wrapped up in a red blanket. "I am the monk, Mushin. Please come and sit." Again he motioned with his hand, but this time to rather large looking pillows that were on the floor, not too far away.
They all took seats on the pillows and Mushin smiled when he saw the child the women was holding stir. "A monk here just had a boy, real whailer." This caused the couple to smile.
"Sorry about before, I should have introduced us. I am Inutaistu, this is my wife, Miyuki, and our son, Inuyasha."
"Ah, a boy. Want a drink? You must be thirsty. Tamago!" Mushin said. Not too much longer footsteps came from outside and the door of the shrine slide open, revealing a man with black hair sitting on his knees. "Ah, yes, Tamago please bring some drinks."
"Yes, Mushin." Then the man closed the door and footsteps were heard leaving.
"So, Inutaistu, what brings you here." Mushin said, turning back to the demon.
"We are here for the services we have heard you provide. We wish to hear of our son's future, for we wish to know if he shall fair well... We have worries." Inutaistu looked at his wife and son, no expression on his face, completely blank.
"Ah. Well, you have come to the right place, though it is not I who will be working with you. It shall be Tamago. That talent of his also comes with a kind of price. He comes up with a prophecy type thing, everything is all jumbled and confusing, but it is almost always correct, mind you, you have to figure the blasted thing out first."
Inutaistu and Miyuki exchanged looks. "We are prepared, for anything that you give us."
"Well, then I will leave Tamago with you, when he comes with the drinks."
Outside the weather had worsened as predicted. Rain was pouring down, accompanied by great gustful winds, and thunder and lightning. The rain sounded on the walls of the shrine, screaming could be heard. Inuyasha was wailing his plea, as he woke, golden eyes opened wide. Miyuki put him in a more upright position, causing the blanket to fall from his head, revealing his tiny white dog ears that were atop his head. Little clawed hands moved toward his ears. Miyuki was trying to silence Inuyasha, when more screams could be heard.
"That must be Miroku. As I said, the kid is a whailer." Mushin said, he then got up and walked to the door. "I will be back with Tamago."
When Mushin came back Inuyasha was asleep again, and Tamago was close behind Mushin. "I'm sorry it took so long. I brought him. I'll let him do what he does, while I go and finish my drink..." Mushin turned around, his face had a permanent blush, and he staggered slightly. Tamago walked in and slid the door shut. He then took Mushin's spot infront of the couple. He wore monks attire, in a shade of green, and on his right hand prayer beads were wrapped around up toward his elbow.
"Hello. I am Tamago, as you already know." Tamago looked from Inutaistu to Miyuki.
This time Miyuki talked, "This is my husband, Inutaistu, and I am Miyuki." Miyuki's voice was soft and was as if she were caught in an everlasting song.
"And you are here, for you son, correct?" Tamago looked at the sleeping Inuyasha in Miyuki's arms.
"Yes, we would like to know a little of what will happen to him in his future. I, more than my husband, worry for Inuyasha's sake."
"Well, I guess we should get started then, right?" Miyuki and Inutaistu both nodded. Tamago then pulled out a scroll and tugged at the tie on the scroll. Once it was undone, he spread the scroll out in front of him, and took out a ink well, and a brush, to write with. "Okay, now. His name is Inuyasha, correct?" Inutaistu nodded. "Very well." Tamago wrote Inuyasha, across the top of the scroll.
A thought hit Tamago and he decided to voice it, "You know. I have done this many times, though never to one so young. Most come asking to find out about their death. So, if I may ask, why are you so worried?"
Miyuki sighed. "You see, our son is a hanyou. That alone is not why I am so worried, but rather how he's treated, because he is. I know this will cause him problems. But I just want to see, or at least find out, if people treat him more or less good. I don't ask for people to treat him like a god, I just want my boy to be a boy, not trash, because he's not! I want to find out, please, I just want to see if at least someone treats him kindly." Miyuki was almost in tears. She had not thought it would be so had for her son, but once he was here, once they noticed he was hanyou they made snide remarks. Miyuki felt for her son, he couldn't say, look, or do anything and yet people shunned him.
"Oh, I see. I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Though I must say, he is a beautiful child. Though I must congratulate you, he's not that noisy. Miroku just won't quit." This caused Miyuki to cheer up slightly. Inutaistu just sat patiently. "Oh, right, back to my job. I'll need some of Inuyasha's blood. I'll let you get it for me, I only need a little drop." Miyuki carefully handed the sleeping baby to his father. Where he was held with one arm, and with his other hand he pulled out Inuyasha's little arm, and Inutaistu took one of his claws and carefully pricked the back on Inuyasha's hand.
"Here." Tamago lift the ink well up toward Inutaistu, who put his claw over the ink well and let the little bit of blood fall into the well. "Thank you." Tamago said as he placed the ink well back down. "Alright, you want a few events from his future, correct?" Miyuki nodded, and then looked at her son, who was held in his father's big arms. "Okay, here goes..." Tamago picked up the brush and placed it in the ink well. Then he lifted the brush and placed it on the scroll.
His hand started moving, leaving behind words, curling across the scroll. Miyuki and Inutaistu watched in fascination, trying to read as he wrote. When Tamago was done he lifted the brush, and looked at the scroll. "Not much, I'm sorry. It was the best I could do. Here." He turned the scroll around so the couple could read it more clearly.
The scroll then said:
Inuyasha
He who is of two, but neither
Will forever know pain
Thy sibling, thy everlasting foe
His only kindness, this night is born
In times of need, he shows courage
To defend those who treat him equal
To save those who love him
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Well, that's it for the Prologue. Tell me what you think, or don't. Just please let me know that you've read it. Even if that means your review looks something like this: 'ndlasjlfdsdfjdsf', or 'I read it'. I just want to know that I'm not falling on deaf ears. Anyways, I won't update 'til I get at least 1 review, and that means my friends (who I make read and review) don't count. Thankies!
CRAZY RANDOMNESS!!!!:
Disclaimer: I don't own any Mythical Gods, or Inu Yasha, but you already knew that!
Short Play: Mythical Gods
Roles:
Kagome: Iris (Messenger between Gods and Humans)
Inuyasha: Ares (God of War)
Shippo: Cupid (He's just Cupid)
Sango: Aphrodite (Goddess of Love)
Miroku: Dionysus (God of Wine, in other words, he's always plastered)
Setting: After some battle, which the Gods won. In some room in the Gods' home place.
"Give me my sword!" Inuyasha bellowed. "We must kill them all!"
"No! We must drink in the joy of our victory!" Miroku raised his cup and then gulped it down. "Nothing better than a nice Ale, to remember a Great Victory!"
"Don't you two think of anything else except drinking and killing?" Sango said delicately, laying on a sofa type of furniture.
"Well, yes, Aphrodite. I think of how gorgeous you are! You know I think that," Miroku went on.
"Oh shut up! Just give me a drink." Sango stuck her hand out, then a glass of wine appeared in the outstretched hand.
"There you are my lovely Aphrodite!"
"Would you shut up! We must kill all those who oppose us!" Again Inuyasha bellowed, this time raising his sword.
"Put that down Ares. If you don't I'll make you fall in love!" Shippo smiled evilly, pulling out a bow and arrow.
"Ha, like you can ensnare me in such a feeble attempt!" Inuyasha laughed at Shippo. Just then a woman walked in the room.
"Ares, what have you done now? Poor Cupid, having to defend himself..." Kagome smiled.
"Oh Iris! He's just so violent!" Shippo flew over to Kagome.
"Feh. I'm tired of this little rodent. I'll dispose of him, and then I will finish off the enemy's troops!" Inuyasha came up on Shippo, who was ready with his arrow. He then shot it at Inuyasha.
"I got ya!" The arrow hit Inuyasha in the side.
"You pest!" Inuyasha brought his hand up to hit Shippo on the head when,...
"Stop it!" Kagome yelled. "He was just defending himself!"
All the while both Sango and Miroku were laughing, drinking, and watching the other three.
"Better get on to business. The humans have decided to surrender, so there is no need for you to kill them." Kagome said sternly. Inuyasha looked at her, for the first time that day, and melted.
"Iris, I love you!" Inuyasha said, grabbing her hand.
"Oh please. You say that every time I com here. Better get going. Bye Cupid!" She turned to leave, "See ya Aphrodite, Dionysus! And someone cure Ares." Kagome then walked out of the room. Inuyasha started to run after her.
"My love! You must not leave! For I shall die if anything happens to you! Come back my love!"
Sango looked at him, "Always having to fix you, never learn!" She then flicked her wrist, and Inuyasha stopped abruptly.
Inuyasha turned red with rage, "Again!? Cupid, you will die!" Inuyasha started to chase Shippo again, sword raised high.
"But we all know that you truly love her, Ares!" Shippo chanted as he ran.
"Time for a drink! Not a time any better!" Miroku moved his index finger and the room was filled with glasses of wine and ale.
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What was that? Don't ask me! I just felt like writing that! Everyone was out of character, I'm pretty sure. But it was funny! Anyways, review, review, review!
Author Note: Making all sorries for any future grammar, or spelling mistakes. As well as typos, for the typing demons enjoy to torture me. If it is excessively bad please say so in a review and I will try and fix it as much as possible. Oh, yeah, almost forgot, I know the names are probably not right, but please hang with me. I'm bad at names! Thanks again and enjoy the fic!
Summary: (Incase you missed it, or something) AU - Born into Inuyasha's time, Kagome, becomes a miko with the help of Kaede, and later meets Sango, Miroku, and Shippo. After the death of his parents, Inuyasha, comes to live within the confides of Edo, where Kagome has grown up her whole life. When these two meet, no one could have guessed that they'd come to love each other, more than life itself. Inuyasha and Kagome, as well as Sango, Miroku, and Shippo, go through many troubles, all which seem to have been foretold... (Sorry peoples, I not the best summarizer. But I want you all to know that I HATE Kikyo, and I don't think I will be including her... Just because I HATE her soooooo much. Sorry if you wanted to have her included, but I just can't. I hope this doesn't turn you off on my story though, please go ahead and read!!!)
Foreseen Events
Prologue:
The Birth of the Prophecy
Outside the wind raked the leaves from the trees and the rain poured. Causing the little shack to almost sway and shudder. Lightning thundered over head and flashed it's bright light, causing the people to gasp and jump, some from fright and others being caught unawares. The shack was made of two rooms, a bedroom and an all other purpose room, which had a window, the only window on the home. Through this window one could see the ugly weather, and take their mind away from their purpose for filling the room.
Many of the people gathered in the room looked tired, and under fed. Most wearing old, torn rags for clothes. Calloused hands gripped chairs and wide eyes moved slowly from inner door to window and back. When the door creaked open and an old women walked out, hands behind her back, a man stood bolt upright. He had short black hair and wore clothes similar to the others, just less spoiled.
"Kaede?" The man asked.
"Mr. Higurashi?" Kaede said.
"How is she?" Mr. Higurashi asked.
"Ye has a beautiful daughter, ye has." Kaede gave the man a quick smile from her eye patched face. She had long graying brown hair, and wore the attire of a miko. "Ye may go and see her, if ye wish." She moved from the door, to let the new father pass, and took him seat in the crowded room.
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"You travel far, and thy journey was not easy. Please come." A old man, bald old monk, pointed the travelers toward his small shrine. The man and women slowly made their way toward the steps, following the old monk.
When they reached the steps the old man stopped. "Hurry in, the weather is to change for the worse." He then scrambled up the stairs and slid open a door. The two people made their was into the shrine. They stopped just inside, and looked around. The old monk then took his time closing the door and coming back to his guests, just so he could look them over.
The man stood tall, towering over the old monk. He had long silver hair, pointed ears, and a blood red stripes across each cheek. He wore a blue kimono with armor atop. His eyes shown gold as he looked around his surroundings. 'Demon, hmmm, haven't seen one in a while,' Mushin thought. The woman he had his arm around had long black hair, brown eyes, and wore a pink kimono. She stood, her head just above his shoulder, she kept her eyes down, on something in her arms the whole time.
When the monk made his way around to the front of them he saw, that the package she was holding was a child. Asleep in the arms of this woman, the child had the same silver hair as the man, and was wrapped up in a red blanket. "I am the monk, Mushin. Please come and sit." Again he motioned with his hand, but this time to rather large looking pillows that were on the floor, not too far away.
They all took seats on the pillows and Mushin smiled when he saw the child the women was holding stir. "A monk here just had a boy, real whailer." This caused the couple to smile.
"Sorry about before, I should have introduced us. I am Inutaistu, this is my wife, Miyuki, and our son, Inuyasha."
"Ah, a boy. Want a drink? You must be thirsty. Tamago!" Mushin said. Not too much longer footsteps came from outside and the door of the shrine slide open, revealing a man with black hair sitting on his knees. "Ah, yes, Tamago please bring some drinks."
"Yes, Mushin." Then the man closed the door and footsteps were heard leaving.
"So, Inutaistu, what brings you here." Mushin said, turning back to the demon.
"We are here for the services we have heard you provide. We wish to hear of our son's future, for we wish to know if he shall fair well... We have worries." Inutaistu looked at his wife and son, no expression on his face, completely blank.
"Ah. Well, you have come to the right place, though it is not I who will be working with you. It shall be Tamago. That talent of his also comes with a kind of price. He comes up with a prophecy type thing, everything is all jumbled and confusing, but it is almost always correct, mind you, you have to figure the blasted thing out first."
Inutaistu and Miyuki exchanged looks. "We are prepared, for anything that you give us."
"Well, then I will leave Tamago with you, when he comes with the drinks."
Outside the weather had worsened as predicted. Rain was pouring down, accompanied by great gustful winds, and thunder and lightning. The rain sounded on the walls of the shrine, screaming could be heard. Inuyasha was wailing his plea, as he woke, golden eyes opened wide. Miyuki put him in a more upright position, causing the blanket to fall from his head, revealing his tiny white dog ears that were atop his head. Little clawed hands moved toward his ears. Miyuki was trying to silence Inuyasha, when more screams could be heard.
"That must be Miroku. As I said, the kid is a whailer." Mushin said, he then got up and walked to the door. "I will be back with Tamago."
When Mushin came back Inuyasha was asleep again, and Tamago was close behind Mushin. "I'm sorry it took so long. I brought him. I'll let him do what he does, while I go and finish my drink..." Mushin turned around, his face had a permanent blush, and he staggered slightly. Tamago walked in and slid the door shut. He then took Mushin's spot infront of the couple. He wore monks attire, in a shade of green, and on his right hand prayer beads were wrapped around up toward his elbow.
"Hello. I am Tamago, as you already know." Tamago looked from Inutaistu to Miyuki.
This time Miyuki talked, "This is my husband, Inutaistu, and I am Miyuki." Miyuki's voice was soft and was as if she were caught in an everlasting song.
"And you are here, for you son, correct?" Tamago looked at the sleeping Inuyasha in Miyuki's arms.
"Yes, we would like to know a little of what will happen to him in his future. I, more than my husband, worry for Inuyasha's sake."
"Well, I guess we should get started then, right?" Miyuki and Inutaistu both nodded. Tamago then pulled out a scroll and tugged at the tie on the scroll. Once it was undone, he spread the scroll out in front of him, and took out a ink well, and a brush, to write with. "Okay, now. His name is Inuyasha, correct?" Inutaistu nodded. "Very well." Tamago wrote Inuyasha, across the top of the scroll.
A thought hit Tamago and he decided to voice it, "You know. I have done this many times, though never to one so young. Most come asking to find out about their death. So, if I may ask, why are you so worried?"
Miyuki sighed. "You see, our son is a hanyou. That alone is not why I am so worried, but rather how he's treated, because he is. I know this will cause him problems. But I just want to see, or at least find out, if people treat him more or less good. I don't ask for people to treat him like a god, I just want my boy to be a boy, not trash, because he's not! I want to find out, please, I just want to see if at least someone treats him kindly." Miyuki was almost in tears. She had not thought it would be so had for her son, but once he was here, once they noticed he was hanyou they made snide remarks. Miyuki felt for her son, he couldn't say, look, or do anything and yet people shunned him.
"Oh, I see. I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Though I must say, he is a beautiful child. Though I must congratulate you, he's not that noisy. Miroku just won't quit." This caused Miyuki to cheer up slightly. Inutaistu just sat patiently. "Oh, right, back to my job. I'll need some of Inuyasha's blood. I'll let you get it for me, I only need a little drop." Miyuki carefully handed the sleeping baby to his father. Where he was held with one arm, and with his other hand he pulled out Inuyasha's little arm, and Inutaistu took one of his claws and carefully pricked the back on Inuyasha's hand.
"Here." Tamago lift the ink well up toward Inutaistu, who put his claw over the ink well and let the little bit of blood fall into the well. "Thank you." Tamago said as he placed the ink well back down. "Alright, you want a few events from his future, correct?" Miyuki nodded, and then looked at her son, who was held in his father's big arms. "Okay, here goes..." Tamago picked up the brush and placed it in the ink well. Then he lifted the brush and placed it on the scroll.
His hand started moving, leaving behind words, curling across the scroll. Miyuki and Inutaistu watched in fascination, trying to read as he wrote. When Tamago was done he lifted the brush, and looked at the scroll. "Not much, I'm sorry. It was the best I could do. Here." He turned the scroll around so the couple could read it more clearly.
The scroll then said:
Inuyasha
He who is of two, but neither
Will forever know pain
Thy sibling, thy everlasting foe
His only kindness, this night is born
In times of need, he shows courage
To defend those who treat him equal
To save those who love him
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Well, that's it for the Prologue. Tell me what you think, or don't. Just please let me know that you've read it. Even if that means your review looks something like this: 'ndlasjlfdsdfjdsf', or 'I read it'. I just want to know that I'm not falling on deaf ears. Anyways, I won't update 'til I get at least 1 review, and that means my friends (who I make read and review) don't count. Thankies!
CRAZY RANDOMNESS!!!!:
Disclaimer: I don't own any Mythical Gods, or Inu Yasha, but you already knew that!
Short Play: Mythical Gods
Roles:
Kagome: Iris (Messenger between Gods and Humans)
Inuyasha: Ares (God of War)
Shippo: Cupid (He's just Cupid)
Sango: Aphrodite (Goddess of Love)
Miroku: Dionysus (God of Wine, in other words, he's always plastered)
Setting: After some battle, which the Gods won. In some room in the Gods' home place.
"Give me my sword!" Inuyasha bellowed. "We must kill them all!"
"No! We must drink in the joy of our victory!" Miroku raised his cup and then gulped it down. "Nothing better than a nice Ale, to remember a Great Victory!"
"Don't you two think of anything else except drinking and killing?" Sango said delicately, laying on a sofa type of furniture.
"Well, yes, Aphrodite. I think of how gorgeous you are! You know I think that," Miroku went on.
"Oh shut up! Just give me a drink." Sango stuck her hand out, then a glass of wine appeared in the outstretched hand.
"There you are my lovely Aphrodite!"
"Would you shut up! We must kill all those who oppose us!" Again Inuyasha bellowed, this time raising his sword.
"Put that down Ares. If you don't I'll make you fall in love!" Shippo smiled evilly, pulling out a bow and arrow.
"Ha, like you can ensnare me in such a feeble attempt!" Inuyasha laughed at Shippo. Just then a woman walked in the room.
"Ares, what have you done now? Poor Cupid, having to defend himself..." Kagome smiled.
"Oh Iris! He's just so violent!" Shippo flew over to Kagome.
"Feh. I'm tired of this little rodent. I'll dispose of him, and then I will finish off the enemy's troops!" Inuyasha came up on Shippo, who was ready with his arrow. He then shot it at Inuyasha.
"I got ya!" The arrow hit Inuyasha in the side.
"You pest!" Inuyasha brought his hand up to hit Shippo on the head when,...
"Stop it!" Kagome yelled. "He was just defending himself!"
All the while both Sango and Miroku were laughing, drinking, and watching the other three.
"Better get on to business. The humans have decided to surrender, so there is no need for you to kill them." Kagome said sternly. Inuyasha looked at her, for the first time that day, and melted.
"Iris, I love you!" Inuyasha said, grabbing her hand.
"Oh please. You say that every time I com here. Better get going. Bye Cupid!" She turned to leave, "See ya Aphrodite, Dionysus! And someone cure Ares." Kagome then walked out of the room. Inuyasha started to run after her.
"My love! You must not leave! For I shall die if anything happens to you! Come back my love!"
Sango looked at him, "Always having to fix you, never learn!" She then flicked her wrist, and Inuyasha stopped abruptly.
Inuyasha turned red with rage, "Again!? Cupid, you will die!" Inuyasha started to chase Shippo again, sword raised high.
"But we all know that you truly love her, Ares!" Shippo chanted as he ran.
"Time for a drink! Not a time any better!" Miroku moved his index finger and the room was filled with glasses of wine and ale.
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What was that? Don't ask me! I just felt like writing that! Everyone was out of character, I'm pretty sure. But it was funny! Anyways, review, review, review!