|| Flame of Recca: The Spirits Within (The House) ||
| En | Ning |
Disclaimer: None of the characters used here belong to us (duh!). They were just borrowed without permission for entertainment (and torture) purposes.
Last Revised: 18/07/2001
| Chapter 2 |
"Tell me again what the hell I'm doing stuck in this horrible old bus next to, of all people and things, Noroi," Joker whined to Raiha as he scooted away from the freaky, not to mention stinky, thing.
Raiha laughed. Joker scowled at the purple-haired ninja who was sitting beside Neon across the aisle from Joker and his interesting seatmate.
"Who's driving this bus?" Kirin asked, looking rather green. She and Mokuren were the only non-Jyuushinshuu members who were taking part in this mission.
"Rasen."
Kirin shuddered as the bus swerved violently to the right, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car. "He never got his license, you know?"
Damn," replied Neon who was beginning to look a little green too. Raiha inched away from her as Kirin buried her head in a plastic bag.
"Er, Rasen, do you mind letting someone else who actually *knows* how to drive take over?" Genjurou asked feebly. Even the tough old man was having problems keeping his breakfast down. The fact that Neon had cooked it did not help very much.
"Rasen says that he's clocked quite a few hours on the Daytona machines so he can manage," Kirin informed everyone weakly as the bus swerved again. "I THINK I'M GOING TO BE SICK!!!"
Everyone thanked their lucky stars that Kirin had a bag ready, otherwise she would have added a big mess to the already chaotic bus. Amidst all the moaning and groaning, Kurei was the only one who looked vaguely composed. But, then again, the guy had his mask on, so it was pretty hard to tell what he was feeling.
Joker had managed to squash himself into Raiha's seat, such that the poor ninja was sandwiched between the lunatic and the redhead, in order to get away from Noroi. He confided in Raiha, "You know, maybe we should hatch a plot to get Rasen abducted or something so that we won't have to be at the mercy of his driving."
Raiha raised an eyebrow at him. "And who's going to drive? You? If that were the case, I'd rather walk. So shut up and get back to your seat. I can't breathe with you sitting half on top of me!" He gave his poor colleague a shove that landed Joker almost on top of the stinky corpse. A scream was added on to the noise on the bus...
"Wow, Joker-san, I never knew you could reach that pitch!" Mikoto complimented as she paused doing *ahem* unspeakable and unimaginable things to Mokuren at the back of the bus.
"Raiha-han..." Joker glared at the oblivious purple-haired ninja. Genjurou sighed and muttered something about 'delusional teammates, young people and disrespect'.
The bus gave another violent swerve and the Uruha temporarily forgot all about Genjurou and his mutters as there was a mad rush for Kirin's plastic bag.
The rest of the bus ride passed uneventfully (relatively). Remember this was the Uruha we were talking about. Uneventfully meant the odd scream and screech every few minutes, odd sounds from the back of the bus, utter chaos, and more mad rushes for the sick bag. Luckily, no one was maimed, knocked out or killed in the process.
"I am never going to ride a bus anymore!" Neon declared as she stepped off the bus thankfully.
"I'm too old for such things," Genjurou added as he ambled off the bus slowly. He was still a little green from the roller coaster bus ride.
"Rasen can't drive to save his life!" Joker griped.
Rasen stared at him. Joker laughed nervously and tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. Kurei glared impartially at everyone.
"Ano... Neon-san, what is that?" Raiha asked, indicating the large basket that Neon was lugging off the bus.
"*huff* *puff* That's our LUNCH!!!"
There was a unanimous shout of despair from the mottled crew gathered around the bus.
"Arghhh!!! It's Neon's cooking! Someone save me!" Joker cried melodramatically. Needless to say, he found himself embedded *very* deeply in a tree trunk. It took the combined efforts of Raiha, Kirin and Jisho to pull him out and restore him to some semblance of his original appearance (he'd been squashed flatter than a pancake). The rest of the Uruha simply could not be bothered.
Neon dusted her hands off as she put the finishing touches to the, er, *very* interesting picnic spread. "Hey! Where's everybody?"
"WE'RE NOT HUNGRY!" came the reply as the Uruha scrambled off to get away from the food. As usual, Kurei couldn't be bothered about them. Also, since he had never tasted Neon's cooking before, he did not know what "secrets" and "dangers" it held. He took a bite out of a sandwich... and spat it out almost immediately.
Neon was hurt. "Kurei-sama, is something wrong?"
Kurei just got up and walked off to join the rest of his employees." Nothing, just not hungry."
After the "lunch break", everyone piled back into the bus. This time, Kirin had managed to convince Rasen to let someone else drive. Joker had volunteered himself to get out of sitting next to Noroi, and for a while, the Uruha thought they could trust him to drive safely, if not, sanely.
*5 minutes after hitting the road* "Joker, do you mind stopping us at the next bus stop, if we ever get there that is?" Raiha asked in as patient a voice he could muster.
"Why?"
"Because we'd rather walk than sit in this @#$* bus with you as the driver!"
Joker looked up from trying to find the ignition hole to put the key in. "Hee hee, gomen, I'm too used to teleporting. I haven't driven a car for a long time. Can someone tell me where the key goes?"
Numerous deadly flying objects came flying at the hapless assassin." Forget it! Rasen! Take over please!"
Kirin and Neon turned pale at the suggestion. Kirin asked Neon mentally, "Can you tell me which is worse, being driven by someone who can't drive or having someone who can drive but can't start the bus?"
Neon replied, "Both." They settled back for a long and bumpy ride, courtesy of Rasen.
TBC…
Author's note: Let me crap about stuff that has nothing to do with this fic… well not really. I'm bored and hyper now… not a good combination. ^_^ It's one of the symptoms of the En and Ning disease, being hyper that is. Anyway, it's all En's fault, I caught the disease from her. ^_^ Well, at least I stay awake in class now. Speaking of which, En is now known as 'Okama-san' or 'the Okama one', and also referred to as 'shim Okama-ness'. ^_^ I hope she doesn't kill me for this.
Anyway, I started playing FFVII again! It's absolutely the best RPG! Too bad school started… I have less time to play because I'm supposed to study for the exams. Ughh… this is probably like the third time I'm playing FFVII. I haven't completed it yet, but I keep stopping and restarting because I have no idea where I stopped. I do that with practically every RPG. I tried playing FFV again recently (I'm somewhere on the 2nd world), and I had no idea what to do. Too bad our plan to get En to play FFVII fell through.
This part was pretty crap. But I really enjoyed writing it, especially the bus ride. I think Neon's cooking skills were too exaggerated… I mean, she can't cook as bad as Miaka. And Miaka poisoned Tamahome with her cooking. Oh well.
Lastly, arigato Kai for proofreading (our spelling is rather atrocious) and giving suggestions.
Ning.
