Me: ...God...after a fun day in the snow, and just posting the prologue, I'm here again writing it. Oh it's just like the good old days, ain't it?
Ariel: BITCH! GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES OR YOUR ASS WON'T EVEN TOUCH THE LANDING STRIP! *chases Raven around in what seems barely a pink towel*
Raven: Heh. Make me cunt. *smirks and picks up on the speed*
Ariel: BITCHHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU ARE SOOO DEAD!!
Me: ...Oh god...too MUCH of the good old days. -_- I'm going to die...
Amika: There's always an easy way out, Ju...
Aries: Please, Amika, stop that nonsense. You've been sulking for 4 years and I think it's time for a new look on life! *Smile Smile*
Amika: ...Uh...*bewildered*
Yume: Telling Amika to give up on suicide and all that is depressing is like telling a sex addict to stop fucking!
Aries: *jaw drop* Ehhh...
Kaori: ...It seems that all about in Ju's life is sex, boys, sex, and boys. God where has she gone too?
Me: ...Where's that aspirin?
Kaya: *ahem ahem* Ju doesn't own Yuu Yuu Hakusho or its characters. While there will be characters from Ju's other Yuu Yuu Hakusho fanfic Passionate Rain Saga so we will explain about their parts in this fic when it comes up.
Aries: Anyway! Onto the fanfiction! Charge! :D
Me: *Dies* X_X shoot me now~
Summary: You the esteemed reader who is probably thinking "Oh not another authoress insert herself into the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, has Kurama fall in love you, then protects you from them since you have this magical power that demons want" story, so I'm just going to avoid this story completely since its probably badly written and has the same cliché. Oh ho ho. You are so dead wrong.
DayDream Memories
Memory 1: …And She Went Boom
By: Celestia Capedalupo
Ah. Monday Morning.
The sounds of birds chirping, the sunlight basking down on my face, the radio alarm playing my favorite song I Still Believe, the smell of coffee filling the house, and...
"ETHAN!! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!"
"Mom, I'm doing my frickin' hair!"
"No, you're on the phone again with your friend!"
"No I'm not! I'm straightening my hair 'cause you wouldn't get up and do it for me!"
"Ethan, I refuse to wake up at the crack of dawn and straighten your hair!"
...And the sounds of my 14-year-old who is obsessed to looking like Mr. Cool in his high school and my neurotic mother who is about ready to kill him.
Lovely way to start the day off, ain't it? Well I'm use to it.
"CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP 'TILL 9:45 BEFORE MY LONG ASS CLASS OF DRAWING BOOT CAMP BEGINS!"
Lovely, Juliana, you're in for some nasty comeback from...
"JULIANA...JUST BUTT OUT! SORRY THAT YOU WERE A NOBODY IN YOUR HIGH SCHOOL BUT I WOULD NOT LIKE TO FOLLOW IN YOUR FOOTSTEPS!"
And I remind myself daily, why do I love this kid so much?
"JULIANA MAY I REMIND YOU THAT IT WAS YOU WHO WANTED TO DO THIS DRAWING BOOT CAMP AND NOT ME!? SHUT YOUR LID!"
Oh sweet mooooootttherrrrrrrrrr, where would I be without your un-motherly concern and devotion?
Somewhere offering my sexual services to Wall Street dudes who have more money than average people in this sucky economy that's fer sure, peeps.
Or just at my dad's house lounging around, eating potato chips, and watching Real Housewives of Orange County on the Bravo Channel.
Yes, did I mention I love sex? SEX SEX SEXXXX!! I know, the single's life sucks major ass when you don't have it anybody to do with but then again, I would just settle for somebody's arms around me.
Anywayssssssssssssssss, moving onto the topic on hand which is going back to sleep and having sweet dreams of...
"OKAY BOYS!! BACK IT UP!!!"
"DUDE! WATCH WHERE THAT'S GOING!"
"EEEEK! BE CAREFUL WITH THAT! IT'S A FAMILY HEIRLOOM!"
"LOOK OUT!"
Screech. Screech. Screeechhhhh. BANG. BANG.
Oh fuck. Lovely.
Somebody (or somebodies) finally decide to move next door to us to the vacant house.
YAY for new neighbors, maybe there might be a guy who's my age who's still living with his parental units but that's highly unlikely.
But...WHY OF ALL MORNINGS MUST THEY MOVE!?!? I NEEEEEEEEEEEEED my beauty rest people, I mean, standing for about 4 hours straight with just only a short (and I mean really short) break drawing inanimate objects and having a woman tell you to use an ultra fine pen half way through the drawing instead of the fine one and thus making you need to start ALL over again.
Yeah, it sucks, but it's for my future and to make me become a better artist! But alas...I seriously can't function with all these loud screeching noises. It's just so irritating.
As I keep thrashing about in my bed and basically suffocating myself with my purple fuzzy body pillow to keep me from shooting somebody, I eventually let out a huge...
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT!!!"
SMACK. KICK. SLAM.
That would be the sounds of my sanity slowly deteriorating and forming into fangs and horns.
Also known as me getting out of bed, slamming the door open, and then kicking the nearest object in my way into the wall.
Yeah, I got total anger problems, but how else is a gal going to get some sleep before her drawing class from hell torture begins in less than 4 hours?
I tell you, violence is most definitely needed! Even if I come to be known as that psycho bitch who cut off my balls (though I have another name...which is hey it's that girl I slept with the other night!) but I don't think I want to make my bro's life a living hell in high school.
Yes, people, in the town of Dobbs Ferry, (in the state of New York, babay!) people can take away your popular status if your sister is psycho bitch who cut off somebody's balls and is sent to jail.
I know, sucks for that person and honestly, my bro has enough time with the "Hey it's that girl I slept with the other night!" situation so why make it any more difficult?
God, I just have a tendency to go off when I'm on a roll don't I?
So let's go back to the topic at hand...which was...
Oh right. The noises that those stupid movers and neighbors are making at this ungodly hour.
But first, we have some words of wisdom from parental unit number 1...
"JULIANA ELISE SERENADE! DON'T BREAK THE BANISTER AGAIN; YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY NOT A 2-YEAR-OLD ANYMORE! BY THE WAY, WHILE YOU'RE UP, TAKE YOUR MEDICINE!"
Yeah, good old ma, she loves to remind me even at this forsaken hour that even though I am psychotic that I need my daily dose of addiction!
Yeah, I take meds, so what's it to you? Well if it helps, I've been taking them since I was 5 due to my ADD. Yeahhh...shiny things amuse me!
Oh look! Its sooo shiny and I want...
OKAY!! ENOUGH OF THE GOING OFF TOPIC!!!
And you see why I need it.
Well, I can say I also take pills for my moods. Yes, I have emotional problems too (why I have mood stabilizers among my ADD meds) but it's oh whatever the flying fuck!
If it helps me keep my sanity and profane mouth in check, I'm all for it.
Now...but on the original topic.
Those pesky damn movers!
As I stomp down the stairs, in just black leggings, a tank top that shouted "ohmygosh! Look at the size of those knockers!" all over it and in my ever so cute Kuromi slippers, I see my mommy dearest her left hand on her hip and her right hand stretched our holding my drugs.
"So lovely to see my darling daughter up," I angrily grab the pills out of her hand and storm over into the kitchen, "But may I ask, as I always do, must you use such profane language?"
I grab the nearest drink (which happens to be some weird diet drink), pop the pills in my mouth, and wash these lovely buggers into my system by this ungodly disgusting drink.
I then toss my hair back and glare at wicked bitch of the West, "Ma, I accept you for liking your weird cult shit so, the least you can do is accept my profane mouth. Now, I'm going to go kick some neighbors' ass for making these insane noises at the most miserable time of the day!"
My mother let out a huge but long groan, "And to think, I fed mangos in that mouth 19 years ago and never occur to me that they would be spat back into my face."
I give my mother a dark smirk while walking to the sliding door that would led me outside, "Whatever ma, now, if you hear any screaming from next door, don't call the cops right away! Ciao!"
As I opened the door and stepped into cold, cold world, my mom shouted her final words, "I don't think the movers or the neighbors will find you very intimidating with your boobs popping out and bunny slippers!"
I then shut the door with a loud slam, stuck out my tongue and flipped her off.
I could see my mom yelling again but I couldn't make out what she was saying.
Oh well, too bad for her.
As I tread through my backyard to the front of the house next to us, I got some "oh yeah babay!" comments and I just flipped them off again.
Yeah, I think I should have worn another shirt since I don't want to use my secret technique, which involves groans and screaming but anyways moving on...
I get to the front door of House Number 5, take a deep breath and then knock on the door.
I start to hum Tim Capello's I Still Believe (y'know the song that is sung by that buff guy with the saxophone in that 80s flick "The Lost Boys") to pass the time in the freezing cold and then suddenly...
"WATCH IT LITTLE GIRL!"
I immediately jump out of the way as an overly obese mover carrying what seems to be a stoned statue of Leonardo Da Vinci and I find myself in a bush.
Before I could use my ever so famous word, a hand appears out of nowhere with a follow…
"Oh goodness! Are you alright miss?"
I look up and I see a girl around my age (though at a normal height unlike myself) with concern written all over her face.
I stare there in disbelief for two reasons;
One that this unknown girl feels concern for me even though I was seconds away from cursing my sailor mouth to her.
And two that a GIRL is actually talking to me without the words, "BITCH!", "SKANK!", and my all time favorite, "Stay away from boyfriend slut!"
I know; me and girls don't bode well together! Like I have very and I do mean VERY few girlfriends since I'm pretty much the girl who makes any eye contact me wants me dead.
I know. And you ask how I manage?
Oh simple, I talk to the pretty celebrity girls on my mom's fashion magazines.
Another point to why I need to be heavily medicated.
Soo...
"Saori, who are you talking too?"
Suddenly my dark brown eyes met another (but drop dead gorgeous) dark brown eyes from a stunning man.
I let out a small gasp and the man just gave me a tender smile.
...And then, I went boom.
TBC...
Me: Okay now that I got my muses under control... *eating Yoplait Light Very Cherry while looking at Raven and Ariel struggle with chains that I did myself* I'll just like to say, I reposted this chapter again due to some incorrect grammer and such.
Yume: We're just soooo pleased that we got two reviews already! :D
Me: And just as a side note, yes, that is how it is in my household. Every day, every month, every year. *_* I know, I live in utter chaos.
Aries: And sadly, she has such a profane mouth. T_T And to think, Kurama will eventually kiss you with that mouth is unimaginable.
Kaori: Well, Aries, that is just what makes Ju, Ju. :)
Kaya: And now we're here to answering to those reviews we've gotten~ :)
Review Corner:
Curious: So sorry if it didn't impress you since I guess it sounded like another one of those stories. But I am glad you're intrigued by it AND have hope for this story nonetheless. :) And yes, my grammer and the changing from past to present is bad but I hope you notice that its a tad bit different in this chapter. But yes, I do agree that there are like wayyyy too many of those stories and they all seem the same. So I was a little hesitant to posting this fic.
TwilightFever-FutureCullen: LOL! I'm glad you liked it! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well~!
Raven & Ariel: *still struggling with their chains*
Kaya: So, we hope you enjoyed this chapter and will see you next time! :D
Me: *cough* And now, for a sneak peak for chapter 2:
Meet neighbors Saori Mamoru and Toshiya Koizumi, who along with their siblings and friends, are living under one roof in House Number 5 in The AfterDrive housing. While befriending the new neighbors, Juliana has an eerie feeling that some of these neighbors are not what they seem. After her mother throwing a party for the new neighbors (and rejoicing that her daughter might have some actual friends) the thought is fleeting. But yet there are some hidden secrets that these new neighbors are hiding. But what does Yuu Yuu Hakusho have to do with it?
Kaya, Amika, Kaori, Aries, Yume: Till Next Time Minna-san! :D
Me: Ugh...I need sleeep...*_*