STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin- sigh….
Quick little message from author: Well this is the second story I have decided to post. I'll make things up as I go along so feel free to drop a line regarding comments, suggestions and any type of criticism. This is AU, there is a giant WARNING for OOC which surely abounds. This will be K/K, mainly from Kaoru's point of view and, although I'm sort of blending in both of their personalities, I think her culinary skills will remain pretty much the same. Well 'nuff said, on to the reading!
[ 180º Spins, Twists and Turns ]
Chapter 1: Alarm Clock's fault.
Groan, stretch, yawn. Fall off bed, groan some more, drool on carpet, doze off, Zzz...
Sit up bolt right, rub eyes, shriek and run. Slam straight into bathroom door, hold head, mutter unintelligibly and groan (there seem to be a lot of those in the mornings, hunh?).
Rub bruised head, pick self off floor and skid to a stop upon making contact with the bathroom sink. Brush teeth, wash face, peer in mirror, shriek at ghastly reflection staring back.
Hot, cold, hot cold. Brrr… too cold! Sizzle, sizzle… too hot! Why can't the temperature ever adjust properly so I can marinate in lukewarm waters?!! Stupid shower!
Mmm… that's the lukewarm talking… Mmm… forget I ever said anything- nice shower, never stupid, always nice and pretty shower!
Dry off- nice fuzzy towel!- rub eyes, yawn. Open closet, stare at contents of said closet, groan (apparently, I'm not so much grumpy as I am groan-y).
Tick-tock, tick-tock: time flies and I am still shivering in my underwear.
Decide on pretty pink shirt with tiny white butterflies –nice butterflies!- and regular, loose fitting jeans.
Stalk barefoot into bathroom, swab on small amounts of natural-looking goop on face, proceed to brush tangled hair.
Death-glare at knot that won't come out, pull hair up in ponytail and sigh. Undo ponytail and get ready for a retry: failure yet again; who would have thought fixing this messy haystack, also known as hair, could take so long? Especially considering that all it has to do is sit up pretty in a lousy ponytail held by a lazy ribbon- stupid uncooperative hair!
Sigh, groan, growl, sigh, groan, pull, twist, and yank, brush- Ha! Done! Who knew hair tied up in a lousy ponytail could look this good?
Wink at mirror, search for boots, slide into flats instead, haul book bag over shoulder. Sprawl on floor, groan, and oomph and complain about heavier-than-hell biology textbooks.
Prop self up, glance at wristwatch, shriek, run for stairs, cartwheel unintentionally down stairs. Land with "plop" at base of stairs, shake off possible concussion and fractured limbs, limp into kitchen holding scrapped knee with right hand.
Grab mug of steaming coffee with left hand and chug down caffeine in a rush… Argh!!! Hot! Hot! Hot!
Spit contents out of mouth and wag limp tongue around. Drink some iced water to cool off burnt tongue, kiss parental units sitting at table goodbye, launch self at pop tart and sprint to front door.
Yell goodbyes to family, chew down breakfast, fumble with keys, open door and run for it.
Catch breath at school gate, hold aching side and glimpse reluctantly at watch: late again! Why am I not surprised?!!
Groan and wallop self. Drag heavy feet through courtyard and enter hostile building. Head straight for principal's office because, really, what is the point of convincing Professor Greenburg to let me into his class?
The daily routine of Kamiya Kaoru's every morning wake up call: unceremonious and seriously uneventful.
Who said inventing the snooze button would be a good idea, anyway?
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