A/N Hello World! Sorry, got kinda grounded for the month because I failed (not really…) a test for math. No internet for a month! D: so I typed it up, but was unable to post it. So I was like Gah and posted it as soon as possible. So… yeah. Sorry. On a brighter note, I will be working on another story of a Ranger's Apprentice and Howl's Moving Castle not-cross-over based story, with Halt as the main protagonist. Lol. (He won't be gender bent, though. Thank god for that…) Sorry for short chapter. Heheheh… I think it's a filler.
Long author's note is long.
The rangers' heads shot up.
"Gilan? What's he doing here?" asked… the guy called Halt. Elizabeth walked over.
"Yeah, Gilan. We have a friend named Gilan. Not your Gilan, though." Elizabeth said. The rangers look slightly surprised at the news. They probably didn't expect and entire book series written on them, shared with the world.
"What do you know about our Gilan?" asked Will, making small gestured at the two cloaked men. I suppose they mean the Gilan in their Rangers group.
"Uh…" Elizabeth seemed lost for words, unable to describe what she means without seeming to offend/ creep out the other two. So I filled in for her.
"She means that there happened to be a book series on you guys," Elizabeth whipped out her trusty book bag, and dug out book ten. I continued. "And you seemed to come from in there. How, we have no idea, but you did."
There were unmistakable questions in the men's eyes. Will reached for the book. Seeing the cover image, he let out a yelp.
"Hey! This was when we were in Nihon-Ja!" There was more than a little surprise his voice. Annnnndddd… I still didn't know what happened. I haven't even read book ten, dammit. But, true to his words, the cover page showed some random samurai trying to behead the readers.
… I'm still on book five…
Regardless of my silent musing on the books in my possession, the rangers were staring at the book, flipping through it. With hysterically amusing facial expressions.
I tried my hardest not to laugh. And failed.
The instant I let out the tiniest of my giggles, every eye in the room swung to me. Elizabeth's, the rangers', and my mom's. Hooray. I must admit, it was quite unsettling. Even the dogs were staring at me now. I (somewhat desperately) stifled my laughter, subconsciously retreating a step to the door under their semi-hostile gazes.
"What's so funny?" asked my mother. At least she wasn't offended. I couldn't say the same to the rangers. Both of their expressions were indifferent. They were back reading the book.
"Nothing," I hurried to say. To hopefully change the subject, I added a question,
"How did you guys come here I the first place?" I asked the rangers. Elizabeth seemed to be calling someone on the phone.
"We… we don't know," replied the younger one. "We just… sort of woke here…" Well, that wasn't very helpful. But then, things rarely were.
"Is anyone else here?" asked my mom. I suppose it made sense, as if they didn't camp out in the woods nearby, they'll probably end up staying here. Our house can't fit more than two more people after them, unless they share a room.
Yeah… our house is big. Ish.
"No, not yet," the rangers answered. However, they still seemed ill at ease. Not that I blame them, waking up in a completely strange place. I looked back at Elizabeth. She was snapping her phone shut. Dimly, I wondered what that was about. So I voiced the question.
"Hey, Elizabeth. Whacha doing over there?" She looked up at me, seeming to just realize that she was in plain sight, and I could actually see her. Hastily, she answered.
"Ah… Nothing special. Just making a call to Gilan…" Ah. I should've guessed. Those two are like best friends. Kinda strange, if you think about it, since one is all serious-like and the other's all laid-back and not worrying what-so-ever.
"Making a call…?" asked Will. Now I think I know what Halt means when he said that Will asked many questions…
Lucky, saving me from more talking, Elizabeth piped in. "They came from 'the past', you know. There wasn't phones back then!" she whispered in my ear. I stared blankly at her. I must admit that I never realized the kind of shock they must be experiencing, with all the new technology. Great. I'll have to explain all that to them later.
My mom, however, doesn't seem to have such misgivings. "Why, it's just that she was using an electronic device called a cellular phone, abbreviated in to cell phone. The cell phone is a smaller, more portable version of the phone, a device…" I could see the confusion growing on the two's faces. My mom always got somewhat technical when it comes to things like this.
"Wait wait wait wait," I injected before any more confusing things happened, "The phone is just like being able to talk to someone over distances, like shouting, except you use normal voices…" I hope my explanation was friendlier to the mind.
My mom looked a little flustered at my interruption. However, it seems to have done its job, as the two rangers were now slowly nodding their heads, looking at the small device. It seems as if my mother just noticed the clothing the two are wearing, and a small frown crossed her face. Just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared.
The two rangers seemed to be engrossed in the phone, asking to press this button then the next. I looked at the time.
"9:45" I said. Wow, that was pretty late into the morning. I walked/shuffled over to the toaster, and set about making me some toast.
"Well then," my mom said, with a big smile across her features. "Eat up. Afterwards, we're going shopping for some clothes,"
…
Great. Did I say that my mom acts more like a teenager than a mother? If I didn't, I'm warning you now.
A/N Constructive critism and plot ideas welcome! I just realized that I didn't have a plot planned out for this at all. Oops.
