Disclaimer: …nope, still don't own my boyfriends…_
Warning: Ne, I don't think there is anything bad in here except for a couple of swears.
Note: Guys, I'm scared! I really like this fic personally, but it doesn't seem like you guys are liking it too much since you're not reviewing! I think I just might drop this fic if I don't get some good reviews in the next chapters…
Chapter 2:Part A
The Party
"We're having a party?" Houjun asks, voicing my thoughts almost immediately. Looking around at my other travelling companions, I'm guessing by the looks on their faces that Houjun voiced their thoughts too.
I have to convince her otherwise, "Ne, Miaka, could we have the party tomorrow night? We're all kinda…pooped…here, and we thought, you know, that we could--"
"Sleep. We thought we could fuckin sleep. Like normal people do when they're tired." Even Kouji's usually cheerful voice was dampened by the sandman.
I should be able to relate to him, since I'm feeling pretty dead too…but he said it a little harshly. It made me want to slap him across the face. He knows just how sensitive Miaka can be, and frankly, having Miaka cry would just keep me up longer. Shooting an angry glare at Kouji (he was too busy yawning to notice), I began to apologize, "Miaka, ignore that insensitive jerk. But we are kinda tired and even if we did have that party of yours, I don't think we'd make it much fun. So maybe tomorrow night?"
Miaka grinned slyly. Wait, wasn't she supposed to be tearing up now? Or at least her bottom lip should be trembling or something, since she's supposed to be sensitive. But no, this Miaka was grinning. Not grinning normally, but slyly. That is just not normal.
"I figured you'd say something like that! And, no, Ryuen, we can't have a party tomorrow night, because we're having a party tonight!" She's grinning again. Miaka grins a lot.
"She's right. We already called everyone up and they should be here any minute, so we can't cancel now," Taka walks up to stand behind Miaka, smiling somewhat apologetically. Oh that's right. He deals with her everyday, so he would know about Miaka's stubbornness. She is, actually, quite annoyingly stubborn. And so I knew right there that there actually was going to be a party tonight, and no matter how much whining and begging we do, that fact wouldn't change.
"Don't worry, we'll have you guys fully awake in a couple minutes," Taka says, winking at us mischievously. "Anyway, get you're bags up into the guests' room before everyone gets here!"
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So all five us find ourselves standing at the doorway leading into the guests' room. Yeah, the guests' room. Non-plural.
"What tha fuck? How're we all s'posed ta sleep in this room? There's only one fuckin bed!" Genrou's got that right. I don't know what Miaka and Taka were thinking, but one room? Unless they expected us all to sleep in the same bed…eeeewwwwww!! Ryuen! Don't think like that!
My thoughts are interrupted by Houjun, always the thoughtful one, "I think maybe they want us to put our bags down here, and sleep somewhere else. We'll ask then when we go down."
So we all dumped our bags on the bed and started downstairs. I'm still feeling groggy, but always-considerate Genrou insists on hurrying me down. "Man, Ryuen, yer so fuckin slow!" he whines. It's somewhat of a dejavu of the day before yesterday at the motel. Except that time Genrou was hurrying me up to go to the bar, this time he was hurrying me up so he could see Miaka.
Poor Genrou, I know that he has it bad for Miaka, it's so obvious. Well, to me anyway, I'm not sure anyone else notices. It's admirable, actually, because he doesn't try anything since he knows how happy she is with Taka. Admirable Genrou, my bestest buddy! I can't believe I'm proud of a drunken, cursing idiot!
"Genrou, Kouji! We got some beer just for you guys," Taka yells, "but you'd better come to before I drink it all!" The next thing I know, well, actually, smell, is the carpet at the bottom of the stairs. How did I get down here? Hauling myself up, I glare at Kouji and Genrou, who had happened to miraculously appear at the table where all the beer cartons were set up. Walking up behind Genrou, I give him a good, hard smack upside the head. Feels good.
"Damnit, Ryuen, why tha fuck didya do that?!" he says, rubbing the lump that has formed on his head.
"It's for making me kiss the carpet by the stairs, idiot!"
"I didn't make you do that! Why tha fuck were you kissing that carpet anyway?"
Mocking full-blown anger, I scream, "Because you trampled me on the way down to your precious beer!"
"Nehehe…did I do that?" he says, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, "I didn't mean to! Che. Couldn't of hurt that much, yer just a wimp, Ryuen!" Flicking me between the eyes playfully, he turns back to Kouji and the beer.
Ow. That kinda hurt too. Now I probably have a big red dot where his grubby fingers flicked me.
Deciding that I don't wanna drink tonight, I tramp over to where Miaka is and try to catch her attention. Unfortunately my frantic waving-of-the-arms-in-front-of-the-face tactic doesn't work the way I want it to. Instead of the nice attention I wanted, all I get is an irritated glance before she resumes talking on the phone. Guess the great Ryuen will just have to wait it out for once.
"It's the apartments near the Safeway on Rabbit Hill Road. Yeah, the pink ones. Ok, see you soon! Bye!" Miaka hangs up the phone and begins rummaging through her phone book; looks like she's got another phone call to make. I tap her on the arm, hoping to finally talk to her, but I get another irritated glance. Ok, fine. I got the message, I'm not wanted here.
Turning around, I look around to see if I can find something else to do. I don't want to drink with Kouji and Genrou (who happen to be fighting with Taka; he says they can only have one drink every 2 hours), so I go to see what Houjun and Lanva are doing in front of the TV. I squeeze myself in between the two (A/N: Nuri-chan likes to be the center of attention ^_^) before asking them, "Whatcha guys up to?"
"We're seeing if there's a hockey game on somewhere. Or basketball." Lanva replies automatically while still flipping rapidly through the channels. It's kinda giving me a headache.
"Lanva's the one looking for the sports. I want to watch the news, but he has the control and I can't seem to get it from him." Houjun says. Lanva stops flipping for a second and sticks his tongue out at Houjun, then continues his TV harassing. He's been at it for a full 2 minutes since I've been here, and at the rate he's going, hasn't he been through them already?
I was just about to ask him when something smallish and purple (^_~) caught my eye. Getting off the couch onto my hands and knees, I crawl over to the TV despite the protesting cries from Lanva ("I can't seeeeee! Ryuuuenn!") and open the cabinet door on the TV stand.
Whoa! A Gamecube! I've always wanted one!!
This Gamecube is odd, though. It's got all these weird symbol stickers all over. And they're not in English either so I can't read them.
But, wait…they look Chinese, and I took Chinese lessons when I was little. My mom insisted on it, she'd say stuff like, "You're Chinese so you should be able to read your own language!" Anyway, some of these I actually recognize.
Hmm…don't know this one. Not this one either. Hey, I know this one! It's…star? Why would they have 'star' on here? Stretching? That's what my kung-fu teacher used to tell me to do…but why would anyone put the word 'stretching' on their Gamecube?! Odd people…
"Do you wanna play?" Miaka's behind me whispering into my ear excitedly. Turning my head slightly, I nod, smiling.
"Oh, Miaka," I say, pointing at the purple box, "What's with these characters?"
Blushing, she just waves it off. "What do you want to play? We have Wave Race, Madden, and Super Smash Brothers."
"Super Smash Brothers!! Super Smash Brothers!! I love that game!"
Smiling even wider, she takes the mini DVD out of its case and pops it into the Gamecube, pressing start. "Ok, bring it on Ryuen!"
We play for maybe, 15 minutes, but I'm not concentrating. Even if this is my fave game of all time, those characters just keep popping into my mind, especially the one in purple. It said…I think it said…willow.
Now why would that bug me? I don't get it.
But my thoughts are cut off as the doorbell rings, and Miaka jumps up as if she has automatic-response for the doorbell built into her. I run to the door after her, excited to see who's coming.
And we're greeted by a tiny person. A tiny kid.
What's Miaka and Taka thinking, inviting a kid to a party where there's alcohol?!
A/N: Nehehehe…don't worry, that's only Part A of Chapter 2! Part B will come very very soon! I'm writing this alot faster than I thought I would, I'm actually enjoying my own fic! Anyway, make sure you guys review! Please? It makes me feel good! Which encourages me to make the chapters more interesting…constructive criticism is always great, and idea's too!
Oh, and, I don't know if I should do a Nuriko and Hotohori fic! Maybe you guys wanna voice you're opinion? I'll probably base it on majority, but you guys have to review otherwise I won't know! ^_~ Ne!
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