Domestic Disturbance



Mitsuru Ikeda lay awake in his bed. Looking at his digital clock next to him, he could see that he had been

awake for half of the night. Enviously, he listened to his roomate snore softly in the bed below him, curse

Shinobu! Why can he fall asleep in ten seconds and he had to lay awake and stare at the ceiling for half of

the night? No, life wasn't very fair. Dark walls weren't that interesting anyway. Sighing and shifting

uncomfortably for the umpteenth time, Mitsuru finally climbed down fromt he top bunk to get a glass of

liquid of some sort. Perferebly NiQuil or something, yeah, that would definetly help. Turning horizontally,

Mitsuru stuck his head down to watch his roommate snooze, snore, shift, smack his lips -and other things

that people do in their sleep- with absolute jealousy. Again, he repeated that now cherished phrase to

himself over and over again in his head: Life is not fair. Life is not fair. Snorting, Mitsuru heaved himself

back up and started to climb down the bunk bed ladder. Half way to the bottom, he thought he heard a

noise. Turning around and scanning the dark room, nothing was out of place.



His homwork was laying finished on his slightly cluttered desk, uniform was folded on his chair, Shinobu

was still sleeping like a baby...still...grr...



At the bottom he turned again to faced with the most horrid looking thing ever to walk the earth. It's hair

was waving around at every angle in an invisible wind, it glowed in a strange and sickening green glow, its

face was unearthly pale and withered, where the eyes should be were gaping sockets, and its clothes were

torn and ragged. It's lips moved to produce sound but nothing came out. It was an undead spirit! Or as the

Americans called it: A FREAKING GHOST!!!



Immediately, Mitsuru gave a small shriek of horror! Immediately Shinobu woke up to rescue his roommate

and friend! (He also immediately introduced his head to the the top of the bunk) And immediately, the

horrible ghost turned into a sixteen-year old girl! Once she had laid her eyes on the handsome Mitsuru, she

gave a small shriek of happiness and danced around in supreme gusto. Shinobu eyed his roommate (and

scowled since it was his fault that he had such a rude awakening) and couldn't help but suspect that maybe

Mitsuru would have preferred a scary ghost over this one.