Disclaimer: NOOO!!! I forgot the disclaimer last time! Oh well, this one counts for the whole story. I do not, and I stress the not, own Sailor Moon. I also do not own Sum*41, 'cause they are real people and own themselves. I do, however, own Madra and anyone else you probably never heard of.
All right. Glad that you guys like this story so far, and I hope that that 'liking' doesn't go away. Hm, might as well give out everyone's
^story begin^
"I'm never going to forgive you,"
"Oh sweetie, it won't kill you to go through with this,"
"If I do die, be assured I will haunt you,"
"I love you too, sweetie,"
Makoto kept her face neutral, and managed a stoic 'good bye' before boarding the plane. She sighed and started looking for her seat. Once she found it, she stubbornly stared out of the window ignoring everybody and thing.
She frowned, she would be stuck in a near invisible town in Canada with her goody, goody cousin, Madra, for six months. She took out the picture of her cousin and gagged. Madra had the brown hair typical of people in her family, only a lighter shade of it. Her eyes were a weird and murky green-gray, and she looked like one of those people that were pushovers.
Makoto quickly hid the picture; afraid she'd loose her lunch from staring at it. She snorted as she thought of how much 'fun' she'd have, and decided to take a nap. She slept for the next few hours, and only awoke once a thoroughly annoyed stewardess started to shake her.
Makoto shot a bird at her, and grabbed her old, but trusty, knapsack and made her way out of the plane. She grabbed a trolley, somehow magically managed to find her suitcases, put them on the trolley, and made her way to the place she was to meet her cousin.
As she reached an area near the doors, she saw a girl around her age holding a sign saying 'Kino Makoto' in Japanese. Makoto's eyes widened. She reached into her pocket fumbling for the picture. She pulled it out, and quickly looked back and forth between the picture and the person holding the sign.
Holding the sign was her cousin, she could tell that from the weird, murky eyes, but not at all like the picture showed. Her cousin's hair was bleached with a coating of watery red dye mixed in, though her light brown roots were showing.
Madra's hair was cut to about cheekbone length, much like Makoto's, but hers wasn't wavy. It was wild and sticking out to the right, though it didn't seem to be gelled. Her ears had two piercings, and she wore dog collar bracelets on each wrist, and she also had on a black and blue watch. She was wearing a thin, black sweater under a torn up t-shirt sporting the name of what Makoto soon learned was a German punk rock band. She wore loose shorts, old army boots, and had a bored expression on her face.
Makoto hesitantly walked up to Madra, and said hi in surprisingly good English. Madra grinned at her unsure expression, "Let me guess... I'm not exactly what you expected, huh?" Makoto gave a nod, and showed the picture. Madra gagged, "Sheesh... that picture is from 7th grade! Man, I still can't believe I used to look like that!"
Makoto allowed herself to loosen up; after all, Madra didn't seem quite so bad. Madra grabbed the trolley from Makoto, and noticed the guitar case, "You play guitar?" At Makoto's nod she continued with a smile, "Me too. I also play a bit of bass; I'm trying to improve. I've got a small band, we suck, but it's a lot of fun coming up with songs throughout the week and working on them with music on weekends,"
Makoto nodded, she felt the same, even though she met more often with her band. "I have a band too, don't have a name, but we've got about 28 or so songs already. We play mostly punk, what about you guys?"
Madra grinned, "Same here, only we have a name for our band. We're called 'Off the Cake'. So, how about we get your junk in the trunk and leave this place," Makoto nodded, and so they loaded everything into the trunk. As they finished they seated themselves up front and drove off to Ajax, continuing with their talking.
Madra pushed the play button on the radio, and a sudden blast of music escaped the speakers. This was followed by someone singing in what Makoto assumed to be German, Russian, or maybe even Polish. The beat was pretty catchy, and Makoto couldn't help but start to bob her head along, "Not bad..."
Her cousin grinned, "I know. They're a German punk band called 'Die Ärzte' (A/N: pron. dee aerste [best pronunciation I could come up with... coming up with pronunciations for German words is not exactly my hobby]). They're one of my favorites. That's the band whose name in on my t-shirt, see?" Makoto nodded, and looked out of the window. She got a sudden nervous expression when she noticed how much the car was swerving side to side.
"Um, Madra? How old are you... old enough to have a driver's license, right?" Madra replied with a chaotic grin, "Nope, I'm just 15 right now. My parents are pretty lenient with me, so they allowed me to go ahead and pick you up. I CAN drive safely, but that's too normal for me,"
Makoto looked up to the clouds and thought, 'Please, God, I know I've never prayed to you before, but let me survive thi-' Her thoughts were interrupted as her face smacked against the window.
An hour, and a thoroughly smacked Makoto later; they arrived in Ajax at a moderately large house with a small garden. Madra exited the car, and got the guitar and one of the softer bags (didn't want to harm the instruments). Makoto grabbed the remaining two bags, and followed Madra into the house. The house was rather neat and clean, but from how chaotic Madra seemed, that would change soon.
She set Makoto's things in the guest room, "O.k. We can redecorate your room whenever you decide your getting tired of sleeping in a 'bed of flowers'," Makoto gave her a grateful look, and set to unpacking her things. After she was done she decided to wander through the house, and found a room decorated with a signs saying things like, 'Beware of Spork' or 'Warning: Home Of The Socks Of Doom'. Makoto quirked an eyebrow, "Definitely Madra's room," she mumbled.
She opened the door, and was greeted by a room that she assumed was colored dark green. She couldn't quite tell, the floor being covered in old clothes, broken CD cases, and other assorted things. One wall was covered in pictures of Madra with friends, and every so often, a picture with a supposed 'rock star'. The other walls were either blocked by a standout closet, computer desk, junk desk, or a bed. Within all of her room, there was but one poster; a poster of a guy with white face makeup on, fake sharp teeth, and long, white-gray hair. He had a smirk on his face, and had green eyes that held much confidence.
"Don't you dare stare at my beloved homosexual vampire [1] that way! He's mine!" she heard Madra exclaim from the bed. She turned and saw her sitting cross-legged, a guitar resting in her lap, grinning strangely. "C'mon," she said loudly, "Let's go get some grub! We're having Funk Night in your honor!"
By this time, they were making their way through the hallways, heading towards the kitchen. "Funk Night?" Makoto mumbled confused. Madra grinned at her, "My mom and dad basically cook any food we have left over from out last shopping trip. None of the food is expired, so it's still good. You see, it's our special way of getting rid of extra food,"
Makoto had a slightly relieved look on her face, and accepted the plate from her cousin. She grabbed some sushi, some potato salad, some bacon, and a small glass of soda. However, her cousin had an even stranger dish. Madra had plain curry, a slice of pizza, cucumber salad [2], and a pile of carrots that seemed to be drenched in caramel. She ate this with a tall glass of blue milk [3], and headed to the living room.
Makoto followed Madra, thoroughly weirded out by now, and sat down next to her on the couch. Minutes later, they were joined my Madra's mom (a slightly heavy woman with warm brown eyes and red-brown hair), her dad (a lean man with brown eyes and black hair), and her two younger siblings (both had brown eyes, dark red-brown hair, and numerous freckles). She was greeted with warm 'hellos' and they sat down in various areas.
As they ate, they watched 'Tommy' [4], and Makoto couldn't help but laugh as her cousins sang along, horribly out of tune. After the movie finished, Madra was forced to put the dishes away.
While she was gone, Makoto turned to her aunt and uncle. Her uncle looked very serious, "While you are here, Makoto, there will be rules. You have to be home by midnight. If any later, make sure that I know. You have to keep your grades at, at least a 'C' average-" "Basically," Madra cut in, "You can do what ever you want, just try not to get into too much trouble,"
Makoto grinned, 'Guess it won't be as bad as I expected,'
^story end^
Alrighty, I hope you guys enjoyed this.
[1] That would be Herbert, the homosexual vampire from 'Pardon Me, But Your Teeth Are In My Neck...', or the German version, 'Der Tanz Der Vampire' (the Dance of the Vampires). It's an old movie, and I used the description of the Herbert I saw in the musical, not in the movie.
[2] It's a yummy salad my Oma makes.
[3] Hm... you take milk, add food coloring of your choice, and presto!
[4] A wonderful movie! It's sorta like a musical, but it's a rock n' roll movie. ( c/' that dumb, deaf, and blind kid, sure plays a mean pinball! c/')
Review, peas!
All right. Glad that you guys like this story so far, and I hope that that 'liking' doesn't go away. Hm, might as well give out everyone's
^story begin^
"I'm never going to forgive you,"
"Oh sweetie, it won't kill you to go through with this,"
"If I do die, be assured I will haunt you,"
"I love you too, sweetie,"
Makoto kept her face neutral, and managed a stoic 'good bye' before boarding the plane. She sighed and started looking for her seat. Once she found it, she stubbornly stared out of the window ignoring everybody and thing.
She frowned, she would be stuck in a near invisible town in Canada with her goody, goody cousin, Madra, for six months. She took out the picture of her cousin and gagged. Madra had the brown hair typical of people in her family, only a lighter shade of it. Her eyes were a weird and murky green-gray, and she looked like one of those people that were pushovers.
Makoto quickly hid the picture; afraid she'd loose her lunch from staring at it. She snorted as she thought of how much 'fun' she'd have, and decided to take a nap. She slept for the next few hours, and only awoke once a thoroughly annoyed stewardess started to shake her.
Makoto shot a bird at her, and grabbed her old, but trusty, knapsack and made her way out of the plane. She grabbed a trolley, somehow magically managed to find her suitcases, put them on the trolley, and made her way to the place she was to meet her cousin.
As she reached an area near the doors, she saw a girl around her age holding a sign saying 'Kino Makoto' in Japanese. Makoto's eyes widened. She reached into her pocket fumbling for the picture. She pulled it out, and quickly looked back and forth between the picture and the person holding the sign.
Holding the sign was her cousin, she could tell that from the weird, murky eyes, but not at all like the picture showed. Her cousin's hair was bleached with a coating of watery red dye mixed in, though her light brown roots were showing.
Madra's hair was cut to about cheekbone length, much like Makoto's, but hers wasn't wavy. It was wild and sticking out to the right, though it didn't seem to be gelled. Her ears had two piercings, and she wore dog collar bracelets on each wrist, and she also had on a black and blue watch. She was wearing a thin, black sweater under a torn up t-shirt sporting the name of what Makoto soon learned was a German punk rock band. She wore loose shorts, old army boots, and had a bored expression on her face.
Makoto hesitantly walked up to Madra, and said hi in surprisingly good English. Madra grinned at her unsure expression, "Let me guess... I'm not exactly what you expected, huh?" Makoto gave a nod, and showed the picture. Madra gagged, "Sheesh... that picture is from 7th grade! Man, I still can't believe I used to look like that!"
Makoto allowed herself to loosen up; after all, Madra didn't seem quite so bad. Madra grabbed the trolley from Makoto, and noticed the guitar case, "You play guitar?" At Makoto's nod she continued with a smile, "Me too. I also play a bit of bass; I'm trying to improve. I've got a small band, we suck, but it's a lot of fun coming up with songs throughout the week and working on them with music on weekends,"
Makoto nodded, she felt the same, even though she met more often with her band. "I have a band too, don't have a name, but we've got about 28 or so songs already. We play mostly punk, what about you guys?"
Madra grinned, "Same here, only we have a name for our band. We're called 'Off the Cake'. So, how about we get your junk in the trunk and leave this place," Makoto nodded, and so they loaded everything into the trunk. As they finished they seated themselves up front and drove off to Ajax, continuing with their talking.
Madra pushed the play button on the radio, and a sudden blast of music escaped the speakers. This was followed by someone singing in what Makoto assumed to be German, Russian, or maybe even Polish. The beat was pretty catchy, and Makoto couldn't help but start to bob her head along, "Not bad..."
Her cousin grinned, "I know. They're a German punk band called 'Die Ärzte' (A/N: pron. dee aerste [best pronunciation I could come up with... coming up with pronunciations for German words is not exactly my hobby]). They're one of my favorites. That's the band whose name in on my t-shirt, see?" Makoto nodded, and looked out of the window. She got a sudden nervous expression when she noticed how much the car was swerving side to side.
"Um, Madra? How old are you... old enough to have a driver's license, right?" Madra replied with a chaotic grin, "Nope, I'm just 15 right now. My parents are pretty lenient with me, so they allowed me to go ahead and pick you up. I CAN drive safely, but that's too normal for me,"
Makoto looked up to the clouds and thought, 'Please, God, I know I've never prayed to you before, but let me survive thi-' Her thoughts were interrupted as her face smacked against the window.
An hour, and a thoroughly smacked Makoto later; they arrived in Ajax at a moderately large house with a small garden. Madra exited the car, and got the guitar and one of the softer bags (didn't want to harm the instruments). Makoto grabbed the remaining two bags, and followed Madra into the house. The house was rather neat and clean, but from how chaotic Madra seemed, that would change soon.
She set Makoto's things in the guest room, "O.k. We can redecorate your room whenever you decide your getting tired of sleeping in a 'bed of flowers'," Makoto gave her a grateful look, and set to unpacking her things. After she was done she decided to wander through the house, and found a room decorated with a signs saying things like, 'Beware of Spork' or 'Warning: Home Of The Socks Of Doom'. Makoto quirked an eyebrow, "Definitely Madra's room," she mumbled.
She opened the door, and was greeted by a room that she assumed was colored dark green. She couldn't quite tell, the floor being covered in old clothes, broken CD cases, and other assorted things. One wall was covered in pictures of Madra with friends, and every so often, a picture with a supposed 'rock star'. The other walls were either blocked by a standout closet, computer desk, junk desk, or a bed. Within all of her room, there was but one poster; a poster of a guy with white face makeup on, fake sharp teeth, and long, white-gray hair. He had a smirk on his face, and had green eyes that held much confidence.
"Don't you dare stare at my beloved homosexual vampire [1] that way! He's mine!" she heard Madra exclaim from the bed. She turned and saw her sitting cross-legged, a guitar resting in her lap, grinning strangely. "C'mon," she said loudly, "Let's go get some grub! We're having Funk Night in your honor!"
By this time, they were making their way through the hallways, heading towards the kitchen. "Funk Night?" Makoto mumbled confused. Madra grinned at her, "My mom and dad basically cook any food we have left over from out last shopping trip. None of the food is expired, so it's still good. You see, it's our special way of getting rid of extra food,"
Makoto had a slightly relieved look on her face, and accepted the plate from her cousin. She grabbed some sushi, some potato salad, some bacon, and a small glass of soda. However, her cousin had an even stranger dish. Madra had plain curry, a slice of pizza, cucumber salad [2], and a pile of carrots that seemed to be drenched in caramel. She ate this with a tall glass of blue milk [3], and headed to the living room.
Makoto followed Madra, thoroughly weirded out by now, and sat down next to her on the couch. Minutes later, they were joined my Madra's mom (a slightly heavy woman with warm brown eyes and red-brown hair), her dad (a lean man with brown eyes and black hair), and her two younger siblings (both had brown eyes, dark red-brown hair, and numerous freckles). She was greeted with warm 'hellos' and they sat down in various areas.
As they ate, they watched 'Tommy' [4], and Makoto couldn't help but laugh as her cousins sang along, horribly out of tune. After the movie finished, Madra was forced to put the dishes away.
While she was gone, Makoto turned to her aunt and uncle. Her uncle looked very serious, "While you are here, Makoto, there will be rules. You have to be home by midnight. If any later, make sure that I know. You have to keep your grades at, at least a 'C' average-" "Basically," Madra cut in, "You can do what ever you want, just try not to get into too much trouble,"
Makoto grinned, 'Guess it won't be as bad as I expected,'
^story end^
Alrighty, I hope you guys enjoyed this.
[1] That would be Herbert, the homosexual vampire from 'Pardon Me, But Your Teeth Are In My Neck...', or the German version, 'Der Tanz Der Vampire' (the Dance of the Vampires). It's an old movie, and I used the description of the Herbert I saw in the musical, not in the movie.
[2] It's a yummy salad my Oma makes.
[3] Hm... you take milk, add food coloring of your choice, and presto!
[4] A wonderful movie! It's sorta like a musical, but it's a rock n' roll movie. ( c/' that dumb, deaf, and blind kid, sure plays a mean pinball! c/')
Review, peas!