A/N: Darkness here, this chapter has been edited/updated due to rereading and realizing that my Nichole had decided to update early. Sorry to those who read the unedited version. (I hate looking like a fool and from what I know, I said I had edited these chapters up from this, only for my partner to update early like a bitch.**
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A/N: 'Kay, now that we have gotten through the most painful chapters - in my eyes anyway. I now introduce viral videos that I happened to find on Youtube, my personal favorite happens to be the knife song, I really did master it, though I'm not allowed to use a knife. Boo. Read and, hopefully, review.
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Chapter six
Youtube Challenges Gone... Wrong?
Eliza's POV
"Stir-stir-stir the rice... So it doesn't stick to the bottom." I sang as I stirred the rice on the stove. Ah, cannibalism songs always cheer me up after having to listen to the shitiness that is reality TV. Nichole walked in as I sang and her eye twitched.
"I'm now not hungry, you weird psycho," she muttered, plopping down in a chair to glare at me.
I shrugged. "More for me."
She just stared at me as kittens rushed in the kitchen and mewed loudly. An argument? No, they were just fat asses that wanted food. I glanced at them halfheartedly, silently cooing at Midnight for being so adorable, then glaring at Dick- Err... Sai, for pawing at him. "Hey." Sai's hair stood up as he slowly turned his head to look at me. I made a whizzing sound and stirred the rice harder, imitating a blender.
He got the message and hid behind an annoyed Scorpion. Nichole gasped at me and scooped up Sai. "Eliza! Quit scaring my cats, cute kittens like themselves like to play rough." She giggled when Sai purred and sent me a glare when the knucklehead known as Nichole, wasn't looking.
'Dickless, waste of space...' I internally growled giving the cat a glare. He sent me back a kitty smirk.
My eye twitched and I considered turning on the blender and making a smoothie out of anything yellow and edible. But then my mind went rational and I decided anything yellow and red, but the thing that stopped me was that I remembered I'm supposed to like cats, so I merely shrugged off the idea and scooped the finished rice into a bowl. Feeling like a boss, I smacked the kitten out of her arms as I presented the food to Nichole.
The cat landed with a thud on it's back. "Hm, so it's not a cat, cats are skilled enough to land on their feet. This is just an abused rat," I said jokingly, poking the hissing kitten with my toe. He scratched my toe and it started to bleed. My good mood dissolved and I felt the unending feeling to shank the damn eyesore.
"See, it's what you get when you mess with a kitten and call it a rat," Nichole piped, patting Sai on the head.
Rolling my eyes I turned my attention back to her. "Eat it," I muttered when she used the fork to poke it, as if it would explode. I rolled my eyes when she gave me a suspicious look and took a forkful, "You do it or else I let you starve."
Nichole opened her mouth to speak but I crammed it with rice. Her eyes turned to hearts and she stole the fork from me, pushed me away, and gobbled it down. She chimed, "That was so good! I approve of your cooking!" She added a comical thumbs up, and winked at me.
I sweat dropped and I face-palmed as a sigh escaped my lips. "Nichole, grow up. You would eat my cooking whether you liked it or not, you would burn down the house if you tried to cook."
Nichole scoffed, giving me a look, before she whipped her head to the side to face me and went, "No." Then went back to shoveling down her food.
'Salad for me it is,' I thought sadly, wanting to also have some Chicken Fried Rice, but oh well. 'Better not let her lettuce go to waste.'
Sighing, I walked over to the fridge, picking up a knife as I did so. I noticed it had something dark that was dried to it, maybe rust? I ran it under the water and decided it clean, it wasn't the cleanest but shrugged it off, all I was going to do was cut lettuce. Opening the stainless steel door I squatted down and opened the bottom drawer to unwrap my tasty dinner from it's plastic restraints and cut it up.
Mmm... Lettuce... So damn refreshing.
I set the unwrapped lettuce head on the cutting board from under the sink and began my assault on it with a knife, pretending it was Sai. 'Hehehehe, stupid dickless little eyesore.'
"Uhh, Eliza?" Nichole called, I stopped cutting and looked over my shoulder.
"What?"
She pointed to the head of lettuce. I looked down and sweat dropped. "You just brutally killed my lettuce," she said as I stared down at the chopped lettuce, it was nicely cut, but just all over the cutting board.
Rolling my eyes I grabbed a bowl from her cabinet near the fridge and shoveled the green contents in. After that I put the used utensils in the sink and grabbed my bowl. But on my way to the table I saw Camo looking ready to either pass out or maul me, with Midnight trying to calm Camo down. Hm, wonder what that's all about.
Sitting down, I began to eat while Nichole looked up from the large bowl of rice she was almost done with. "So," munch, munch, munch. "what do we do now? I'm bored and free the rest of the day, you?"
"Ditto..." I slowly at my salad and then an idea popped into my mind. "Hey, how about we check out youtube? Maybe do some challenges? I have an account, wanna do it?"
"Hmm I don't want people to see my face... but okay, nothing like embarrassing yourself for everyone in the world to see, right?" She rose an eyebrow.
I chuckled, "Youtube challenges it is."
Nichole wiped her mouth and crossed her hands over her bust, giving me a head nod, "Challenge accepted."
Nichole's POV
"No," I said crossing my arms as Eliza held out a spoon full of Cinnamon out for me to take.
"Come on, if NigaHiga can do it so can you!" Eliza protested, putting the spoon closer to my face.
Annoyed I took the spoon and muttered out, "Fine, let's get this over with." Eliza turned on her camera as I hesitantly put the cinnamon in my mouth. The taste was bitter and the spice quickly turned my mouth dry.
"Good, now swallow." Eliza said with a small smile creeping on her face.
That little bitch.
I glared at her, but tried to swallow. I couldn't and so instead I hacked up that spice and it flew out of my mouth in a cloud of brown. Eliza laughed at me and I ran to the sink to cool off my flaming mouth. Word of advise, never eat so much spice raw.
When I was okay again I angrily took Eliza's camera from her and she made herself a spoon of cinnamon. I watched her through the camera tilt her head back and slam the cinnamon. Her face scrunched but she somehow swallowed.
"Whoo! That shit burns!" she cheered, then put her hands to rub her neck. "Damn..." I stared at her with my jaw dropped, HOW DO YOU SWALLOW THAT?! Eliza saw my look and patted my back, "It's called, Living With My Father. Besides, once you've gone on The Walk of Life, you can face almost anything."
I closed my mouth and nodded, "Alright, what's next?" Eliza smirked evilly and I regretted asking.
"Wanna know how animals eat their food?" She asked in a weird pedophile voice that made me give her another look.
"I've never heard..." The muda-bitch cut me off.
"Watch closely." This was a whisper in my ear before she grabbed the bowl of lettuce and shoved it in my face. "Bitch just got pwned!" Then she ran off, leaving me dazed in the kitchen with salad on my head. I heard a door slam and lock, this knocked me out of my stupor and a death aura came about me.
"Eliza!" I screeched, tearing out of the kitchen and in pursuit of the bitch. I ran to the guest room and banged hard on the door. "Get out here and face me like a man, you incompetent, retarded, waste of space! You wasted my food, trashed my kitchen, and, most importantly, killed my hair! I WILL END YOU!"
I could hear Eliza laughing on the other side of the door and decided to break it down, I would have Kenny fix it later. I stepped back and got ready to ram it, I charged only for the door to open and me to fall on my face, she charged out and yelled after her. "Sorry! It was EpicMealTime! HE TOLD ME TOO!"
I jumped up, ready to kill, and then ran out of the room in pursuit of Eliza.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKING, BITCHY ASSHOLE! COME AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN! I STOP HIDING AND-" before I could finish, Eliza tacked me from behind. I screamed, as we tumbled into the kitchen, and my face met floor. I screamed again, and let out a pained yelp. "Fuck! Dude, my face!" I yelled, the fact I was crying present in my voice. "You suck," I sobbed.
Eliza was off of me faster than I could blink, and my face was cupped in her hands, my head in her lap. "What hurts?" she growled, looking over me with worry. "That was so stupid of me, you got hurt, and now I have to say sorry. Dammit."
"Say sorry, you bitch," I cried. Something devilish crept into my mind, and I let it stay there, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash my wrath.
Eliza stared at my crying face, and bit her lip. She mumbled something, and then winced.
"What?" I whispered, sniffing.
Her eyes narrowed in distrust, but muttered, "I'm sorry."
I smiled, and whispered, "Psych."
Eliza gasped as I sat up, and tacked her in a swift motion. I pinned her, my legs straddling her hips and my hands holding down her wrists. I headbutted her to keep her down and smiled.
"You are going down, asshole," I taunted.
"In your dreams, kid," Eliza spat.
With just a twist of her hips, our positions were switched and she was the one now pining me down. "Two can play at this game," I mumbled, going to headbutt her again, but she pulled her head back and chuckled.
"You think that will work. You're screwed, baby," Eliza mocked.
I scowled, and spat at Eliza. It hit her in the face, and Eliza let out a sound of disgust.
"Ew! What the hell?!" she whined. She let go of one of my wrists and grabbed my hair, lifting and slamming my head back on the ground. "You bitch."
I screamed, and wriggled under her trying to get out from under her. "I'm going to kill you!" I screamed. Using all the power I could muster, I slammed my body into hers. She tittered, tipping to the side, and I took that opening to push her off of me, and run to my room.
I could hear her running behind me, her footsteps booming. I could almost taste the anger. Luckily, I was faster than her. I dove into my room, closed and locked the door all in a second. Instantly after I locked it, a fist connected with the wood.
"Let me the fuck in!" Eliza's fist again connected with the door, making it tremble. "I'm not afraid to break this fucking door down, Nichole! Open the hell up! NOW!"
I cowered away from it, and let her continue to beat on it.
I admit it, I was scared of Eliza. She took Hapkido, and what did I take? Nothing. I was screwed. There was no hope for me. There goes my fucking life...and now my dad has to throw a funeral just because she died by messing with the wrong person.
Dammit.
After about thirty minutes, Eliza gave up.
Five minutes later, she said, "Nichole...can please come out?"
I don't know why, but her tone seemed to just drip with regret. It made me heart clench, and hesitantly, I walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it up. Eliza looked up at me, and then glomped me to the floor.
"GOMENASAI!" she screamed, clutching me tighter. Even though we both knew sorry would never cut it, I smiled and hugged her back.
"You're forgiven." I let positive emotions flood inside of me as Eliza squeezed me tighter. She could be cute when she wanted to. I chuckled at her.
"I shouldn't have attacked you, my mind went blank after you spat on me," Eliza muttered, ashamed of herself.
"It's fine. I should have known better than to piss you off. Wanna continue to troll youtube?" I offered. I smiled as Eliza gasped, and pulled away from me.
"Of course!" She hopped to her feet and took my hand. "Come on, my camera's this way, follow me!"
I took her hand and let her pull me up on my feet, giggling slightly as she dragged me into the kitchen where her camera lay. It was funny to see her act like Dory... Heheh, Dory... "So... what do we do now?"
Eliza smiled evilly, I cringed. "The Knife Song, of course."
"Uh... I'll leave that one to you." I said as Eliza gave me a nod and skipped off to the kitchen.
X-x-X
"Eliza! Are you don't yet? I'm bored!" I shouted, flicking through Netflix. "Boo. These movies suck."
"Nichole! Shut the hell up! You'll make me-FUCK! AUGH! FUCK! GODDAMMIT! MY HAND!"
I let out a yell in surprise, and bolted from my spot on the couch to the kitchen. In there Eliza was holding her hand, her mouth open in a silent scream of pain. I screamed, lunging for her, and I grabbed her hand. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" I asked looking at her hand... which was fine. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked up to see Eliza smirking at me. My face fell, and my mouth fell open. "What happened?"
"I just needed you in here, and I'm too lazy to get you in here myself," Eliza admitted. "Anyway, go to youtube, I've mastered the Knife song. I need something new."
Thirty Minutes Later
"Ah! Ah! Click that one!" I shouted, stabbing my finger to the laptop's screen. Eliza's eye twitched but she said nothing as she clicked the video.
I danced along with the characters on the screen while Eliza stared at it blankly. "Fuck no."
I snorted softly and then huffed, looking away. "What's so hard about Caramelldansen?"
She gave me a look while Midnight sat upon her shoulder. He licked her cheek and she gave him an evil look to which he just mewed at and licked her cheek again before nuzzling it.
"See!" I cooed, dropping my hand on Eliza's shoulder. "You can do it."
"No, I think I'll leave this one to you," Eliza said, brushing my hand off of her, startling Midnight, who wasn't ready for movement.
I pouted. "It's this or having to come up with a dance for 150 song snippets," I bargained. I know how much Eliza liked to dance, even if she did suck at it and killed children with its morbid failure and the sheer awkwardness of her moving her body in an almost robotic fashion.
She chuckled, her eyes having a glint in them that probably shouldn't be there. The presence of the glint made me flinch. "150 songs you say?" He chuckled darkly as she stood up, bringing her Batman decorated laptop with her as she walked to the living room. "Heh, I have an idea." Midnight was still on her shoulder, much to my slight surprise.
I followed behind her hesitantly, not sure to trust her or not. "And your idea is?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
She looked at me as she pulled Midnight off of her shoulder and tossed him on the couch. She set her laptop down on the coffee table and turned back to me. She put her hands on her hips and smirked. "What would you do-o-o, for a Klondike bar?" She sang in a perfect tone. She had kept her face blank as she sung it, her eyes roaming around my face for my thoughts on it.
I smirked back, mimicking her by placing my hands on my hips as well. "I ha-a-ate Klondike bars." I sang back, my voice just like hers.
She nodded. "We could do a Harlem Shake video, though nothing as extreme as getting nude and dry humping the Earth. That would be awkward," Eliza said thoughtfully, she saw my look of disturbance and put her hands up in a defensive position. "Don't blame me for watching Ray's work."
"Oh, that was on Equals Three?" I asked, I hadn't thought I had missed an episode. That makes me feel...left out.
"Or we could do the stupid broom thing," Eliza said. She jumped up, bringing her legs with her and yelled, "Wee!"
I laughed. "No, I don't feel like embarrassing you too much! But we could do the Klondike thing if we change the name, like; What would you do-o-o for a Kit-Kat bar? You know, something along those lines."
"Ahh, true, true," Eliza said, she shrugged. "As long as I don't have to dance to 150 songs that get stuck in my head - don't give me that look, I'm not stupid." My jaw dropped. How did she know that video?!
'Of course Eliza knows the stupid video, she know's everything,' I thought with annoyance. "Alright, you can go first. What would you do for a Kit-Kat bar?" I asked, turning on the camera that was conveniently close to me.
Eliza looked around, spotting two of my ten cats on the couch wrestling. Eliza shrugged after a moment of thought. "I'd... kiss a kitten?" she muttered awkwardly, picking up Midnight from Sai and pecking him on the lips.
Let me just say, as I was strolling through Disney Land, I decided I was going to fuck up my life, and kiss a kitten so he'd turn into Batman. Fuck, wrong fantasy.
As soon as Eliza's lips touched the kittens, I stared in horror as a poof of smoke seemed to erupt out of nowhere. Not knowing what else to do, I dropped the camera and screamed, my heart hammering in my chest. Multiple poofs were heard occurring around the house. Eliza stared with wide eyes at the man in front of her, her mouth moving but no sound coming out as she seemed to be paralyzed.
I felt my legs grow weak as I stared at the man through the heavy smoke, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my last sight before I passed out was Eliza's shocked face.
Eliza's POV
We stared and stared and stared and stared. Even when all of the smoke was cleared away, we still just stood there and stared. I didn't care that the man in front of me was naked. I didn't care that he had just appeared out of billowing smoke. I didn't care that he was once my cute little kitten named Midnight.
What I cared about was the fact that this was no ordinary man that had probably been bewitched by some Satanist with voodoo problems. But this was someone I knew. Someone I had thought to be imaginary. This was a corrupted war lord in the making!
This was the...Obito Uchiha. Standing in front of me. Staring right at me as I stared back at him.
My mouth was moving on it's own, it kept dropping from the utter shock of this person being in front of me and then closing again so I didn't scream in utter terror. I know how people always babble about if they were to ever meet an Akatsuki member they'd give them a hug, or rape them, or some other ridiculous action. But when actually face to face with the person, things are much harder to do.
Think of it this way... Why do people hire hitman? So they don't have to do it. They may talk about being the one who killed that person because they hired the hitman, but it was actually the hitman that killed the person, not the boss.
Or, in a more simpler case: online bullying. Online you don't have to watch the person cry as you insult them, you can't see their eyes cloud over in regret for living as you belittle them for being who they are. The bully does it online because they don't actually have to face the consequence of regret until they find that the kid is dead. Another case of indirect murder.
In my case, however, I had personally never said I would do anything stupid. I hadn't boasted saying that I would claim the person as mine and not die. I hadn't said anything but, "They're not real, dreams like that will only hurt you once you realize that what you wish for is nothing more than a dream." Okay, maybe not as dramatic as that, but something close to that, that got the point across.
But if someone asked me what I would do if that would ever happen, I would have said I would run for the hills and try to get away. But what the hell was I doing now? I was standing there, gaping like a retard as Obito Uchiha stared back at me with a single, wide coal eye, his other being closed.
'Oh... My... God...'
A/N: Alright, what do you think of this chapter. Is it realistic? I (Darkness) wrote most of this. Oh! By the way, who else knew that "Black Rooms" were real? Heh, anyone else hear about the leak? If you didn't look it up, you should have. I don't care if they threaten or kill me for telling you guys, it's something I think everyone should know.
Heh, and the lady got all worked up at kids for being rude to her. She had a chainsaw that wasn't turned on, a mask on, but she was in her own yard as she yelled at kids for being ignorant little brats. Now she is in jail for freedom of actions. I mean, going to jail because people are scared of you is BULLSHIT! I applaud that woman, she rules by fear. Stupid hypocrite laws.
Alright, now, I want you guys to know that if no one comments on this, there will be no more updates. We want five or more reviews on this chapter at least before we update again. Alright. Darkness out. PS, you can call me Aly.
(WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?! Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff! ~.~)
