Here I come again! Another chappie! Hope you enjoy! :)
Over in the hills, inside a castle, a rather interesting argument was going on. (If you could even call it an argument)
"Hotaru! You took my shirt again!"
"Which shirt? You have 2 million."
"The one with the cute mushroom on it. It's black, remember? With the mushroom being red on the top and brown on the bottom? I know you stole it!"
"No I didn't."
"Gimme it back!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I know you have it!"
"Mikan, shut up before I get out my baka gun."
"But Hotaru! I really need-"
Bakan! Bakan! Bakan!
Mikan was blown backwards into the wall by some unknown object. There was a small cracking noise before the wall behind her broke, revealing the cook who was currently cooking lunch; hot, thick stew, with a chicken leg, rice, a yogurt, and orange juice. He gave a small shriek before scampering out the door to who knows where.
Probley to make another report to the king. Like they cared.
There, in front of Mikan was an enormouse bullet that looked like it came from a gun that a giant would use.
Mikan got up, brushed herself off, and glared at her stubborn friend, who was calmly blowing the smoke off of a gigantic bazooka that she had just shot Mikan with. However, despite the fact that the wall had shattered from the impact, Mikan was perfectly fine.
Due to some mysterious reasons.
"I still need my shirt." She stated the obvious.
"Here it is." Her 'friend' handed her a freshly washed tee-shirt that had a picture of a mushroom on it.
"I got that on tape." Hotaru said, holding up her camera that she suddenly whipped out of nowhere.
"Thanks for washing the shirt, I guess." Mikan rolled her eyes.
Her friend, Hotaru, was a technology freak, and her favorite invention was the Baka gun. It was a gun that she often used on idiots (like the name)and Mikan.
Or, as Hotaru said the first time she had told Mikan about it,
"Do not underestimate the Baka gun. The Baka gun is a terrifiying large bazooka, which bullets range from 3 to10 feet in diameter and height, colors balck and bronze. The speed of the bullet when shot ranges from 100 to 200 mph depending on how much power you put into it, and the damage inflicted upon the target is 1025. The Baka gun was named after the sound it makes when shot and its purpose. To shoot idiots. for ages 14-20. Half price special: Only 350 dollars."
Miakn sighed as she recalled when Hotaru had told her that.
Hotaru was obsessed with money, and her hobby was making machines and blackmailing people with embaressing photos and videos that she secretly took.
Such a nice friend to hang out with.
Mikan had somehow convinced Hotaru to come with her to the school, and since Hotaru was also a descendent of royalty, it was easy to get her enrolled too.
So here there were, 2 weeks later, rushing to get their things packed.
Mikan was dreading the school. She hated being all dainty and princess like. She was more like the oppisite of that.
Sometimes she wondered why she just had to be a princess.
She could have grown up in a big city somewhere, hanging out with her friends, and doing whatever she wanted.
Oh well, life wasn't fair.
She glanced at Hotaru, who was attempting to zip her suitcase, which was bulging like a balloon. She laughed when it exploded and left her friend standing there in the middle of a pile of shirts, socks, pants, and a underwear hanging on her head.
She was the only friend that she ever had, and they had been together for as long as she remembered.
She lazily looked at her suitcase, which was still empty.
She she looked at the clock hanging on the wall, which read 5:00 pm. Their plane was at 7:00. Mikan looked back at her empty suitcase, then started to throw some clothes in. She made sure to safely pack her good luck charm, a bracelet that her mother had given her when she was only four.
"Mama! Mama! Today I am four!" "Yes you are, my darling Mikan!" A young kind voiced answered. "And because you are so cute, I will give you a present!" "What present, Mama?" "A bracelet." The woman then strapped a bracelet made of pearls around the little girls hand. "This is a reminder that I will always be by you side."
Mikan snapped out of her thoughts, and checked the time again.
5:30
She finished packing, zipped up her suitcase without fail (Hotaru was glaring at her,) and then plopped it on one of the two robots that Hotaru had made, that were specificlly designed to carry suitcases.
Hotaru plopped her suitcase in the other one, then they set off on their journey towards...
The airport.
When they finally arrived at the airport (Hotaru had called a taxi,) they had no idea what to do.
So instead of going to the metal detector place and waiting in the correct wing, they bought two large sundaes, sat down in a random place, and began to dig in.
After finishing the sundaes, they began their expediton to find out what to do next.
First, they went to the luggage shipping place, and shipped their luggage towards the airport that they were going to be arriving at in California.
After yelling, arguing, and bargaining, Hotaru proudly managed to get their luggage to be shipped with the robots, for only a price of 20 dollars.
Mikan didn't know whether to marvel at Hotaru's bargaining skills, or to be afraid of them. After all, she was the queen of blackmailing.
Next, they spent another 10 minutes trying to find out where the metal detector place was. After 10 very confused employees, they took the in airport subway to the place nearest to the metal detector place, because Hotaru had complained that "her feet were as sore as dried pickles."
After a very bumpy ride, with Hotaru hogging 3 seats by lying down across all of them, they continued on their way to the metal detectors.
When they reached the line for it, they couldn't help but notice that it was about as short as the perimeter of Japan.
They had waited for more then 30 minutes before they finally reached the top of the line where a couple of grown ups were calling the people in line to them to check their ID cards.
They gave the lady who called them up their ID cards to check, and then continued on their way through the metal detector.
When Hotaru went through the metal detector it made no noise at all, and she stepped out looking satisfied. However, when Mikan went through, there was a loud "BEEP BEEP" noise. A lady directed her to wait near the gates.
Hotaru smirked at her, her eyes indicating that she had pasted the 'test' without any problem.
Mikan answered by sticking her tounge out at her.
The men who had patted Mikan down found out that the reason the metal thing had beeped when she stepped through it was because the coat she was wearing had a zipper on it. Being designed from the best clothing store in Japan ment that the zipper was made of metal.
When all that business was done and taken care of, the place, with Hotaru sending her a I win look every couple seconds until Mikan told her to stop.
"Hey Hotaru, what number wing are we supposed to wait in?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well, then, how are we supposed to get onto the plane?"
"Who knows?"
"Mikan?"
"Yeah?"
"What time is it?"
*Silence*
"Mikan?"
*Silence*
"Hello?"
*Silence*
"I'm going to take out the baka gun if you don't answer me right-"
"Oh my god! Hotaru! It's already 6:50!"
"So?"
"Our plane leaves at 7:00!"
The two friends both stood as still as stone, and suddenly, mabye because it was a surival instinct, they both knew exactly where they had to go. Wing 32, all the way across the airport.
They ran through the crowds like mad, with only one thought in mind: they had to get to the wing.
They even didn't take the time to go onto the travelators that were everywhere. That just proved how desperate they were.
They ran and ran and ran, passed a chocolate shop, a lunch place, a gift shop filled with pink stuffed animals, and almost a dozen coffe shops, like starbucks and dunkin dounuts.
When they finally found the wing, far ahead, they took a break from their all out running, and almost collasped. They panted heavily, before Mikan checked the clock that was hanging on the wall beside them.
6:59
She took off, and Hotaru did once she saw what time it was.
10 seconds left.
They almost were there.
9 seconds left.
Passing the 34 wing.
8 seconds left.
Almost tripping over an old man.
7 seconds left.
Passing the 33 wing.
6 seconds left.
Reaching the 32 wing.
5 seconds left.
Going in the waiting place.
4 seconds left.
Almost tripping over a wire.
3 seconds left.
Spotting the line they were in: line 1, first class.
2 seconds left.
Running towards the line.
1 second left.
Sliping into the line.
Then...
The loudspeaker blared overhead.
"Attantion please! All passengers waiting for the plane at wing 32, the plane will be delayed a couple of hours due to the weather. We are sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you for your cooperation."
There! Finished another chapter! Sorry if it's a bit short! I promise to make it longer next time! See ya next time!