Disclaimer- If I owned it, would I keep typing these darned things?
AN- Sorry it took so long, but this stupid writer didn't bother to write it til today in school… Whatevah. Here comes the sun… er… fanfic.
CHAPTER 5- In which much food is thrown and Tamahome buys a honey bun.
"There aren't any tables no da," Chichiri observed sadly. "We might end up having to sit on the floor or something na no da…."
The seishi looked up, startled, as a dangerously hyper girl bounced up.
"HI Y'ALL! Doorknobs are round!"
"Yes, I know that no da," Chichiri said nervously, recognizing a mentally ill fangirl when he saw one. "Onamae o onegaishimasu no da?" (What's your name no da?)
"Watashi wa DragonGoddess!!!" Her grin widened, assuming that that was possible. "I saw that you don't have a table to sit at! Wanna come over and sit with me and my friends? Your shirt is white, you know."
Tasuki shifted his tray and eyed the "food" warily. "So this is why food poisonin' went up ten percent. Oh, I get it now." He poked what was apparently meant to be mashed potatoes. "Chiri-san, I don' wanna sit wi' no women!!" He shuddered, but stopped abruptly when the Jello began to jiggle.
"Tasuki," Chiriko said. "Aren't you supposed to be in lunch detention?"
"Huh? What? Oh yeah… DARN DARN DARN!!!!!!!" He raced out of the cafeteria cursing inventively. "STUPID censor SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!"
Chichiri looked at the others. "We don't really have a choice no da…"
"Great!" Dragon began to push innocent kids out of the way to get to her table. "Hey guys!" she called. "I've got guests! Truce! The sky is blue! ….. PUT THOSE GRAPES DOWN!!!"
Almost instantly, forty grapes dropped into their respective Ziploc bags. The girls at the table sat up to attention as Suzaku's chosen crept in and sat down. Then the relative silence was broken by a sound known to all true anime fans, the sound of a crazed fangirl meeting her idol….
"CHICHIRI-CHA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The poor priest ducked behind his milk carton. "Oh gods… Suzaku save me no da… Haven't I been a faithful devoted worshipper? Haven't I served you well no da? PLEASE…"
Dragon laughed. "You have my deepest sympathy, Chichiri-san. That's TA Maxwell, I don't think we'll ever see YOU again… Good-bye warrior of Suzaku, may you live to see another day."
TA smirked, considering her pursuit blessed. "Come, Chichiri-chan! There's an empty classroom over down that hall…"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh…" (TA- Lookie! I gave you MY Chichiri-cha~n! Ain't I generous though?)
"Miaka wanted a honey bun," Tamahome remembered randomly. He blinked as he saw first the snack machine, then the solid-as-concrete wall of high- schoolers in front of it. "Where did they find all these kids? Darn Seiryu." He took a deep breath and began to wade through the crowd. He soon began to shake uncontrollably though. "WAH!! Tamahome's claustrophobic and he's talking in third person and honey buns are too darned STICKY!!!" Just as he was about to lose hope, the space in front of the vending machine came into view. (Dun dun DUN!!!)
"Hey hey hey!" A brownish-haired girl barged into the "crazy anime freak" table. Literally. "OWWW… that was really painful." She ran up to random child Arcanine and waved a book in the unsuspecting kid's face. "Atashi wa ASAMI! Lookie what I done got! It's the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy! It's got Legolas-chan…" She hugged the volume dreamily.
"Erm," was Arcanine's intelligent reply. She got up and began to inspect Asami's head. As soon as she left her seat, the others began to do that annoying "ooh"ing sound.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What is it now…" She facefaulted. The first thing anyone learned at their table was not to leave food unattended. Thanks to Sansele, who was currently doing a victory dance on the table, she was going to have to go hungry.
"Sansele, I hate you," she stated flatly.
Sansele pumped her fist into the air one last time and turned around. "Well don't just sit there! Let's settle this in a (cough) civilized manner! C'mon, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Here we go again…" Tsukiyo Uchibayashi slowly slid under the table, where she'd constructed a heavy-duty bomb shelter. It came in handy every day at 11:55 and five seconds. *author bobs head* Yep that's right.
"Five… four… three… two…. one…"
Suddenly all the girls were dressed in camouflage gear and carrying slingshots. They loaded the weapons with milk cartons and arranged themselves into two armies.
"Let the games begin!"
****
Tamahome forced back a choked sob as he heard his quarter fall into the machine. His money was leaving him… how could it? He stuck his hand in to retrieve the darned bun, when he heard the most pointless sound ever-
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He spun around to see exactly WHAT was going on here. And screamed as his hand got caught on the flap.
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He ripped his hand out and began to jump around clutching it. And screamed again as a school roll slammed onto his injured hand.
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bloodwrath filled his eyes… He snatched up the sorry "roll" and chucked it back at Arcanine. Then he picked up the vending machine and tossed it onto Sansele's head.
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sansele promptly threw the machine to the side and glared at Tamahome. "Arcanine, new plan. Let's get Tama-baby!"
"All right!" Arcanine and Sansele did a quick bandit dance to seal the pact while Tsukiyo began to reinforce her shelter.
"KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL!!!!!!!!!"
Tamahome got a very very very scared look in his eyes.
"One… two…. three…. FI-YAH!!!!!!!"
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
OK, let's leave Tamahome to his shame, ne? I cut out his fangirl's part here, but it's still open to anyone who wants it for the Health chapter. Please review! If you hate it, review and tell me why! If you like it, review! Reviews make me HAPPY!!! Does anyone know where I can get the lyrics to the song 4:00 AM? Oh, and if I screwed anybody's personality up, then :P to you. I skip around a lot, don't I? But you're willing to overlook it because I'm just such an eloquent and emotional writer, right? Right? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!
UP NEXT- Can a writing assessment really take place if the Suzaku are there?
AN- Sorry it took so long, but this stupid writer didn't bother to write it til today in school… Whatevah. Here comes the sun… er… fanfic.
CHAPTER 5- In which much food is thrown and Tamahome buys a honey bun.
"There aren't any tables no da," Chichiri observed sadly. "We might end up having to sit on the floor or something na no da…."
The seishi looked up, startled, as a dangerously hyper girl bounced up.
"HI Y'ALL! Doorknobs are round!"
"Yes, I know that no da," Chichiri said nervously, recognizing a mentally ill fangirl when he saw one. "Onamae o onegaishimasu no da?" (What's your name no da?)
"Watashi wa DragonGoddess!!!" Her grin widened, assuming that that was possible. "I saw that you don't have a table to sit at! Wanna come over and sit with me and my friends? Your shirt is white, you know."
Tasuki shifted his tray and eyed the "food" warily. "So this is why food poisonin' went up ten percent. Oh, I get it now." He poked what was apparently meant to be mashed potatoes. "Chiri-san, I don' wanna sit wi' no women!!" He shuddered, but stopped abruptly when the Jello began to jiggle.
"Tasuki," Chiriko said. "Aren't you supposed to be in lunch detention?"
"Huh? What? Oh yeah… DARN DARN DARN!!!!!!!" He raced out of the cafeteria cursing inventively. "STUPID censor SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!"
Chichiri looked at the others. "We don't really have a choice no da…"
"Great!" Dragon began to push innocent kids out of the way to get to her table. "Hey guys!" she called. "I've got guests! Truce! The sky is blue! ….. PUT THOSE GRAPES DOWN!!!"
Almost instantly, forty grapes dropped into their respective Ziploc bags. The girls at the table sat up to attention as Suzaku's chosen crept in and sat down. Then the relative silence was broken by a sound known to all true anime fans, the sound of a crazed fangirl meeting her idol….
"CHICHIRI-CHA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The poor priest ducked behind his milk carton. "Oh gods… Suzaku save me no da… Haven't I been a faithful devoted worshipper? Haven't I served you well no da? PLEASE…"
Dragon laughed. "You have my deepest sympathy, Chichiri-san. That's TA Maxwell, I don't think we'll ever see YOU again… Good-bye warrior of Suzaku, may you live to see another day."
TA smirked, considering her pursuit blessed. "Come, Chichiri-chan! There's an empty classroom over down that hall…"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh…" (TA- Lookie! I gave you MY Chichiri-cha~n! Ain't I generous though?)
"Miaka wanted a honey bun," Tamahome remembered randomly. He blinked as he saw first the snack machine, then the solid-as-concrete wall of high- schoolers in front of it. "Where did they find all these kids? Darn Seiryu." He took a deep breath and began to wade through the crowd. He soon began to shake uncontrollably though. "WAH!! Tamahome's claustrophobic and he's talking in third person and honey buns are too darned STICKY!!!" Just as he was about to lose hope, the space in front of the vending machine came into view. (Dun dun DUN!!!)
"Hey hey hey!" A brownish-haired girl barged into the "crazy anime freak" table. Literally. "OWWW… that was really painful." She ran up to random child Arcanine and waved a book in the unsuspecting kid's face. "Atashi wa ASAMI! Lookie what I done got! It's the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy! It's got Legolas-chan…" She hugged the volume dreamily.
"Erm," was Arcanine's intelligent reply. She got up and began to inspect Asami's head. As soon as she left her seat, the others began to do that annoying "ooh"ing sound.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What is it now…" She facefaulted. The first thing anyone learned at their table was not to leave food unattended. Thanks to Sansele, who was currently doing a victory dance on the table, she was going to have to go hungry.
"Sansele, I hate you," she stated flatly.
Sansele pumped her fist into the air one last time and turned around. "Well don't just sit there! Let's settle this in a (cough) civilized manner! C'mon, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Here we go again…" Tsukiyo Uchibayashi slowly slid under the table, where she'd constructed a heavy-duty bomb shelter. It came in handy every day at 11:55 and five seconds. *author bobs head* Yep that's right.
"Five… four… three… two…. one…"
Suddenly all the girls were dressed in camouflage gear and carrying slingshots. They loaded the weapons with milk cartons and arranged themselves into two armies.
"Let the games begin!"
****
Tamahome forced back a choked sob as he heard his quarter fall into the machine. His money was leaving him… how could it? He stuck his hand in to retrieve the darned bun, when he heard the most pointless sound ever-
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He spun around to see exactly WHAT was going on here. And screamed as his hand got caught on the flap.
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He ripped his hand out and began to jump around clutching it. And screamed again as a school roll slammed onto his injured hand.
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bloodwrath filled his eyes… He snatched up the sorry "roll" and chucked it back at Arcanine. Then he picked up the vending machine and tossed it onto Sansele's head.
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sansele promptly threw the machine to the side and glared at Tamahome. "Arcanine, new plan. Let's get Tama-baby!"
"All right!" Arcanine and Sansele did a quick bandit dance to seal the pact while Tsukiyo began to reinforce her shelter.
"KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL TAMA KILL!!!!!!!!!"
Tamahome got a very very very scared look in his eyes.
"One… two…. three…. FI-YAH!!!!!!!"
"YEOOOOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
OK, let's leave Tamahome to his shame, ne? I cut out his fangirl's part here, but it's still open to anyone who wants it for the Health chapter. Please review! If you hate it, review and tell me why! If you like it, review! Reviews make me HAPPY!!! Does anyone know where I can get the lyrics to the song 4:00 AM? Oh, and if I screwed anybody's personality up, then :P to you. I skip around a lot, don't I? But you're willing to overlook it because I'm just such an eloquent and emotional writer, right? Right? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!
UP NEXT- Can a writing assessment really take place if the Suzaku are there?