(Mimi is currently in a relationship problem... so she died. I, Keaira, will be continuing the story. Just kidding. She just cried alot.)
Chapter 4: PANCAKES!
Utau POV
"WAKEY WAKEY!" Through blurred vision, I saw my mother burst through my door, pots in hand. "WAKEY WAKEY!"
"Nuhh....I don't wanna." My words barely carried out of my throat. I pulled my blanket over my head and attempted to go back to sleep.
"I said WAKEY WAKEY!" Clashing pots rang throughout the room, making me jump.
"WAAHHH!" Rima shouted, startled from the loud crashes. Somehow, she bounced right out of my very large bed and found herself on the floor. I could not help but laugh. She looked priceless on the floor with the sheets half over her curly, afro-like hair.
"Ha-ha," Rima said sarcastically, pulling off the sheets.
"Good morning, girls! How did you sleep?"
Fine until you got here, I thought, upset with the rude awakening. "Fine."
"Great! Well, breakfast in five minutes! WE'RE HAVING PANCAKES~!" My mother gleefully skipped out of the room, humming quietly to herself.
Rima groaned and rolled over on the ground, trying to get comfortable.
"Up and at 'em, sunshine. If you don't get up there will be hell to pay." I got up and grabbed a brush and began to stroke it through my extremely knotted bed head. Rima just groaned again.
"Fine. Just know I warned you when she comes in with the ice cold water and hair dryer."
"I'm up!" Rima ran and stood beside me, looking in the mirror.
After a few moments of silence, Rima asked, "What's with the hair dryer?"
I glared at her menacingly. "You don't want to know."
Rima POV
I gulped, imagining all the horrible things that could be done with that hair dryer.
"Ne, Utau?" I asked her, looking in the mirror and combing the rat's nest most people call hair, "Is all your family like this?"
She looked up, thoughtfully. After a couple minutes, she replied, "...Yeah, pretty much."
"Well, that's just great." I answered back.
After making ourselves look presentable, we took our long walk down her many flights of stairs. Note that long is the understatement of the year. HER HOUSE IS HUGE!!!!
We talked until we reached what I call the 'The Grand entrance to the Grand dining room in the Grand estate.' More often known as 'the doors.'
"HI!"
I screamed in shock falling on my butt. "Owie..."
"WHERE WERE YOU GUYS? I WAS GONNA SEND OUT A SEARCH PARTY!" Okay, Utau's mom is officially hyper/crazy/bi-polar/scary/WEIRD.
"Take it easy, mother. Just doing our hair." Utau said calmly.
We walked in the room to discover-
"Yo."
Ikuto sat at the dining room table, eating Captain Crunch. Very manly.
Utau POV
"Hey, Ikuto. How was your drive, big bro?" I walked over to give my brother a hug. He hugged me back.
"Awkward. Stuck in a car with you-know-who," he said casually, not looking away from his Crunch Berries.
"Who ya talking about? What's the scoop?" My mother popped up, carrying three trays of pancakes of different flavors.
"No one in particular, Mom." Ikuto said calmly. Mom handed each of us a plate. Rima chose three chocolate chip pancakes, one plain, and two blueberries. I eyed Rima, surprised at how many pancakes that tiny little belly of hers could hold.
"What? I'm hungry." She sat down and began to butter her pancakes with globs of bright yellow butter.
"That's good! I love people with hardy appetites!" My mother nudged Rima with her elbow, making Rima uncomfortably shift.
"Ikuto? You are not having pancakes?" Mother's face looked genuinely hurt.
"I had cereal. No thanks." Ikuto grabbed his bowl and began to walk away.
"I WORKED HARD TO MAKE THESE PANCAKES AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF MY SON DOES NOT EAT ONE OF THEM! NOW SIT DOWN AND ENJOY IT, DAMMIT!"
Rima and I looked at each other, silently contemplating whether it would be smart to just run away. Ikuto's eyes widened as he turned around. He sat down and grabbed a plate. "Fine. Make me fat, why don't you."
"Good boy." Her pleasant smile immediately returned.
"So, you two get it on last night?" Ikuto asked, eyeing us suspiciously while a small smirk began to appear.
Rima gasped, shocked at the false accusation.
"Of course not, you little perv! Now shut up! You're scaring my friend." Sometimes my brother just had a very weird, messed up sense of humor.
"Hey, Utau. You will never guess the dream I had last night. It was so weird. There were colors everywhere, swirling all around me. Then Nagihiko showed up. He said "Go with the flow, man. Just let the water take you where it will." or some crap like that. Then you appeared and walked up to me. You smiled but then you slapped me. And then I woke up from the banging pots." I was surprised how quickly Rima had said that, almost like she was rehearsing in her mind.
"Whoa," I said, contemplating if her dream may have had some deeper meaning.
"Wow. That's some screwed up dream you had, Shorty. You were high, weren't you?"
"No!" Rima shouted too quickly. Ikuto raised an eyebrow.
"Yo, Mom. I think your daughter and her friend got into your stash."
"What? What are you talking about, sweetie?" My mother asked innocently.
"Ikuto says you do dru-" Ikuto covered my mouth in mid-sentence. I struggled to get the last word out, curious as to what kind of outburst would come from my mother.
"Nothing, Mother." Mom walked away and I bit Ikuto's hand, making him immediately release me. "Cannibalism is not a good thing, mmmkay."
Rima let out a small laugh. At least my brother's humor amused someone.
"Well," Ikuto began, "if you weren't high, then you must have been drunk."
Rima gulped. It was an extremely loud gulp that spelled our doom. I glared at her angrily. She looked at me, her eyes sad, mouthing the word "Sorry."
"You were, weren't you?! Live above the influence, little sis!" Ikuto laughed. I sighed.
"Maybe we did but that is now your secret to keep. You can tell no soul. Or I will cause you bodily harm." I stared at him, hoping my threat would somehow make him keep his mouth shut. That chance was slim to none.
"Don't worry, little sis. I will let it pass." He put his hand on my head and messed with my hair.
After a long, awkward pause, I took a sip of orange juice.
"So...ah, Utau? You have any dreams last night?" Rima asked innocently, stabbing at her remaining pancakes. Her question took me by surprise and the orange juice came spraying out of my mouth. The table was covered with orange liquid and pulp. I quickly grabbed a napkin and covered my mouth, making sure no more juice would escape.
"Should I take that as a yes or a maybe?" Rima asked, confusion written all over her face. I had, in fact, had a dream. A very...mature dream about certain someone. Kukai and I had been all alone on a roof at night and then we just kinda started to make out. I felt so awkward thinking about it that I could never possibly talk about it out loud.
"Ah..." I looked at Ikuto, who was watching me eagerly. "I would rather not discuss right now."
"Ohhhhhh..." Rima immediately understood my situation.
Ikuto sighed and looked down solemnly.
Another awkward silence came, another gay baby born and we all sat, looking at our empty plates.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" My mother's screams broke the silence and all three of us rose from our chairs and began to move toward the direction of the scream. Suddenly, the house began to smell horribly.
"Utau! I can't believe you just let one go!" Ikuto shouted, covering his nose. Rima and I did the same.
"Me?"
"Hey there, kids. You may want to...ah...evacuate. Head to the doors everyone."
"Mother? Why do I have to evacuate my own house?" I asked, more scared for the safety of my house than my own.
"Well, I saw a roach and you guys know how good I am with insects. So I found a bug bomb and I set it off. Good news is that the roach is dead!" My mother continued to smile.
"Mother!"
"GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" My mother began flailing her arms wildly, probably trying to scare us out of the house. It was working. We all bolted for the door, coughing and wheezing.
"So, what do we do now?" As she spoke, Rima's eyes teared from the smoke.
"Don't worry! The house will be safe to go in about seven hours. It wasn't a very large bug bomb." Mom sounded so pleased. Her smile was large and I just wanted to find a way to wipe it off. I wanted her to see how bad the situation really was.
"Okay, Mother. So, what do you suppose we do for seven hours?" My anger was showing very clearly. Each word was coated with an extra layer of annoyance and venom.
"Let's go to the mall!" My mother shouted, hands risen in the air.
"Ugh!" She was so immature.
"I'm game." Ikuto said, raising one of his hands in the air as well. He was definitely her son.
Authors' Note
Keaira: Hola, faithful readers. Sorry there were not many Rima parts but Mimi passed out on me. It is now 2 am and she is by my side kicking and snoring.
Nagi: Whoa.
Keaira: Yeah. Well, this will be finished in the morning. Good night!
-7 hours later-
Mimi: MORNING EVERYONE!!!!
Keaira: *yawn* Well, obviously Mimi is up.
Mimi: Well, I just read the whole part I missed last night. Good job, Keaira!
Keaira: Thanks. Say sorry to the Rima fans that didn't get alot of Rima.
Mimi: *bows* Gomen.
Keaira: Good. Now what did you think of Ikuto and Utau's mother?
Tadase: She is scary!
Mimi: Don't be such a gay wuss.
Tadase: Hey...
Keaira: Who would like to do the disclaimer? Anybody? Anybody? Buller?
(Morgan, Brian, Brittney, Rachael, Jodi, and even my lovers... Tj... SHUT UP BRITTNEY!): Mimi and Keaira do not own Shugo Chara or Ferris Buller or any other stuff we said.
Mimi: And if I did, the whole world would be covered in eggs... or something like that.
Rachael: The world is mine~! The world is mine~! The world is mine~!
Tadase: NUUUU! MY WORLD!
Keaira: When did you guys even get here?
