Weeeee-hooey. I'm back kids. I'm feeling painfully sane at this moment, so I'm sorry if this isn't really funny. Oh well. Thank you to my loyal and talented fiancé Miyu, the ever faithful and equally talented Shiromori, that psycho chick with the rubber squeeky toy (who the HELL is that, anyway?), the infamous kurakura, good ol' slyangelz, the madly sniggering lariyu, the Return of Princess Licorice, and her sequel ashrei (Hi there. I don't think I've ever seen you before, you I count you as scoring. I have scored. SCOOOORE!!!) wee-oo. To the tearful chibi me, Nae, who has a distorted sense of reality, lain making demands, ieo said a word in another language, Shinsetsu is the true lord of the dance, an obscenely damp Firefly of Death, the thoroughly drenched return of kurakura, Yui who doesn't deserve to be poked repeatedly in the eye with a stick, Dark Phoenix (who I'm fairly sure is reviewing naked again), the mysterious " ", and last and for all I know not least, Cegi, one of my favorite reviewers. Most consistent and special thanks to kurakura, Cegi, Shiromori, Miyu, FireflyofDeath, Yui, Dark Phoenix, and Princess Licorice, who I'm pretty sure reviewed my other stories too. I love you all. I loves you gooooood.......Props to "_______", who wrote 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA'. I love your name special....And a thousand apologies to anyone I've forgotten. Aw, what the hell, 1,090 apologies...you deserve it.
(Erg....must pause.....torso in immense pain........)
*squeeks Spooky*
Spooky loves you too. One of these days I'm going to draw one of those aggravating web-pictures-using-symbols of him. But as of now, all I know how to draw is this: (boogie down, kids)
( ( ) ( ( ) ( | ) ( ) ) ( ) )
Sweep your eyes back and forth across the screen! It dances for you!
And on that juvenile note, I give you the latest chapter of this thing I've been writing.
(Owwww, my torso hurts. It hurts bad)
(There we go. That's better)
Miyu raised one eyebrow at Larva, who was shifting his feet absently under her scrutiny. She cleared her throat and looked away hurriedly. "Um....I see you've...cleaned up."
"Yes...uh...I have."
"Um. Nice. That's good."
"Yup." (I know, he wouldn't say yup. Shoot me later)
"Yep....burn my toothbrush?"
"Parents got to it first."
"Sorry."
"Used a sponge."
"Good, good."
"Mm hmm...."
"Uh, Larva? Where are your clothes?"
"Your father screamed like a little girl when he saw me and hid under them, which was a good thing, I suppose, since your mother is washing both their kimonos. Did you know both your parents wear the same clothes? That will mess a kid up..."
"I suppose they need to be wash-wait, she's doing what?"
"She gathered all their clothes and left, saying she needed to wash the stench out of them."
"Larva, when they were sealed, there were no washing machines. She doesn't know HOW to wash the clothes."
"....You didn't wash your clothes before I met you?"
Miyu put a hand to her forehead. "Rrrr, no no no."
"Ew." Larva wrinkled his nose distastefully. Miyu noticed how pale his face was, making his crimson eyes stand out starkly against his, Miyu noticed, obscenely handsome face.
She shook her head absently and left off drooling over Larva. "No, I mean that's not what I meant. Mother used to wash our clothes by hand, in a large basin in the....." Horror crept over Miyu's face in small incriments. "Oh please no...." Miyu's face dropped into her hands. "Please, please tell me my mother isn't washing clothes in a bucket naked in the middle of the front lawn..."
"All right. You're mother isn't-"
"HEE HEE! Miyu! Come look at this! Your mother's naked! SHAKE IT BABY!!"
Larva frowned over his shoulder at Miyu's father, who was leaning out the front window, wrapped in Larva's cloak, hooting at his wife.
Miyu's eyes widened in shock and horror. "G-...Th-.Wh....What are you doing?!? Stop! Get back in here!"
Larva aided Miyu by helpfully grabbing the cowl of his cloak and bodily wrenching the man into the house. Miyu darted to the front door and hurried out, slamming the door after her. Unfortunately, Larva was of considerable stature, a great deal larger than the man currently occupying his cloak. Miyu's father slipped out and landed nakedly on the floor. Larva shut his eyes tightly and blushed, which, if seen by ninety percent of the females in the hemisphere, would get him a fun Saturday night, since most of his female admirers had no compunctions against sharing.
(Oh dear god my brain's turned to smegma....must finish....must finish....)
FUN FACT: Microsoft word does not recognize smegma as a real word. Go figure..
He heard rather than saw the man hurry back to the window and lean out, whistling sharply. Larva took a brief moment to wonder at the turns his life had taken. Not twelve hours past, he and Miyu had been hunting Shinma. Before, he had been a member of one of the most powerful and feared clans in the realm, vying for the most powerful position in the Shinma hierarchy. Now here he was, naked and wet, wearing a small pink handtowel and holding his own cloak, shutting his eyes against the sight of his Mistress' (not the kind that lives in sin!) naked father, who was leaning out the window, entertaining a crowd of neighbors as he yelled obscenities out the window at his naked wife as his daughter tried desperately to cover her mother up using only a bucket, two sponges, and a length of garden hose. The day had surely taken an interesting turn. Quite suddenly, Larva had had enough. Releasing the towel (I know, I know...calm yourselves ladies), letting it fall to the floor, Larva calmly pulled his cloak over his head, much to the disappointment of the one neighbor woman who had snuck around the back to peek in the window in order to get another glimpse of Larva wearing his towel. He calmly strode over to the man and grabbed his face, pulling him in and hauling him down the hall despite his muffled protests over 'how long it had been'. Larva casually opened a closet door and leisurely stuffed the man inside, slamming the door and reaching down to tear a floorboard out and jam it into the ground in front of the door, trapping the despondent man inside. Sweeping down the hallway, he casually stalked outside and grabbed Miyu's mother, who he casually tossed in the house by means of the window her husband had earlier been leaning out of.
The crowd surrounding the house began to get rowdy. It wasn't every day a red-eyed, clawed, cloaked monster-man tossed naked ladies about. Larva turned to the crowd. Some were inching closer, some yelling questions, some yelling obscene suggestions that beat those of Miyu's father hands-down, some just yelling at the tops of their lungs for the sheer unadulterated hell of it.
All of the frustrations of the situation came to a head in Larva's mind suddenly. Shutting his eyes, steeling himself, trying not to think of what he was about to do, he made a rash decision. He flashed the crowd.
Some people screamed, some fainted, some ran away. One person clapped, but all rapidly disappeared, all who were still conscious. Larva turned back to Miyu, slightly flushed. She straightened hurriedly from where she had been leaning over trying to get a peek, and met his gaze a little unsteadily. Her lips twitched. Larva took and deep breath and casually glided back into the house, closing the door after Miyu and disappearing into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind him. Miyu, standing in the middle of the living room, lost all self-control and burst out laughing. She laughed until tears streamed down her face and her knees gave way, depositing her on the floor where she sat, laughing until she couldn't breathe, then sat wheezing and giggling to herself. She looked up at her mother, lying unconscious on the floor where she had landed, and sighed to herself. The day had certainly taken a turn.
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This is taking longer than I thought. The next chapter's supposed to be the last one, but if things draaaaaaag on, there might be two more. The next chapter will deal with Miyu's parents actually getting cognitive skills back and interacting with Miyu. Dey jus a leetle stoopid right now from being trapped in a big box for all that time. It's like waking up after surgery. Decades-long surgery...oh well. I finish soon, childrens. This won't be like 'Let's all kill Himiko!', that massive monstrosity...I don't know what I'm going to do about that story. But anyway! Wee hoo! Thanks for reading.
And oh yeah! I don't own Miyu, Larva, or any of their family members. The crowd around the house was composed of my reviewers, though there's no way you'd know that until now! But yes, that was you, dear ones. My present to you. Cegi was the one peeking in the back window. You're welcome.
(Erg....must pause.....torso in immense pain........)
*squeeks Spooky*
Spooky loves you too. One of these days I'm going to draw one of those aggravating web-pictures-using-symbols of him. But as of now, all I know how to draw is this: (boogie down, kids)
( ( ) ( ( ) ( | ) ( ) ) ( ) )
Sweep your eyes back and forth across the screen! It dances for you!
And on that juvenile note, I give you the latest chapter of this thing I've been writing.
(Owwww, my torso hurts. It hurts bad)
(There we go. That's better)
Miyu raised one eyebrow at Larva, who was shifting his feet absently under her scrutiny. She cleared her throat and looked away hurriedly. "Um....I see you've...cleaned up."
"Yes...uh...I have."
"Um. Nice. That's good."
"Yup." (I know, he wouldn't say yup. Shoot me later)
"Yep....burn my toothbrush?"
"Parents got to it first."
"Sorry."
"Used a sponge."
"Good, good."
"Mm hmm...."
"Uh, Larva? Where are your clothes?"
"Your father screamed like a little girl when he saw me and hid under them, which was a good thing, I suppose, since your mother is washing both their kimonos. Did you know both your parents wear the same clothes? That will mess a kid up..."
"I suppose they need to be wash-wait, she's doing what?"
"She gathered all their clothes and left, saying she needed to wash the stench out of them."
"Larva, when they were sealed, there were no washing machines. She doesn't know HOW to wash the clothes."
"....You didn't wash your clothes before I met you?"
Miyu put a hand to her forehead. "Rrrr, no no no."
"Ew." Larva wrinkled his nose distastefully. Miyu noticed how pale his face was, making his crimson eyes stand out starkly against his, Miyu noticed, obscenely handsome face.
She shook her head absently and left off drooling over Larva. "No, I mean that's not what I meant. Mother used to wash our clothes by hand, in a large basin in the....." Horror crept over Miyu's face in small incriments. "Oh please no...." Miyu's face dropped into her hands. "Please, please tell me my mother isn't washing clothes in a bucket naked in the middle of the front lawn..."
"All right. You're mother isn't-"
"HEE HEE! Miyu! Come look at this! Your mother's naked! SHAKE IT BABY!!"
Larva frowned over his shoulder at Miyu's father, who was leaning out the front window, wrapped in Larva's cloak, hooting at his wife.
Miyu's eyes widened in shock and horror. "G-...Th-.Wh....What are you doing?!? Stop! Get back in here!"
Larva aided Miyu by helpfully grabbing the cowl of his cloak and bodily wrenching the man into the house. Miyu darted to the front door and hurried out, slamming the door after her. Unfortunately, Larva was of considerable stature, a great deal larger than the man currently occupying his cloak. Miyu's father slipped out and landed nakedly on the floor. Larva shut his eyes tightly and blushed, which, if seen by ninety percent of the females in the hemisphere, would get him a fun Saturday night, since most of his female admirers had no compunctions against sharing.
(Oh dear god my brain's turned to smegma....must finish....must finish....)
FUN FACT: Microsoft word does not recognize smegma as a real word. Go figure..
He heard rather than saw the man hurry back to the window and lean out, whistling sharply. Larva took a brief moment to wonder at the turns his life had taken. Not twelve hours past, he and Miyu had been hunting Shinma. Before, he had been a member of one of the most powerful and feared clans in the realm, vying for the most powerful position in the Shinma hierarchy. Now here he was, naked and wet, wearing a small pink handtowel and holding his own cloak, shutting his eyes against the sight of his Mistress' (not the kind that lives in sin!) naked father, who was leaning out the window, entertaining a crowd of neighbors as he yelled obscenities out the window at his naked wife as his daughter tried desperately to cover her mother up using only a bucket, two sponges, and a length of garden hose. The day had surely taken an interesting turn. Quite suddenly, Larva had had enough. Releasing the towel (I know, I know...calm yourselves ladies), letting it fall to the floor, Larva calmly pulled his cloak over his head, much to the disappointment of the one neighbor woman who had snuck around the back to peek in the window in order to get another glimpse of Larva wearing his towel. He calmly strode over to the man and grabbed his face, pulling him in and hauling him down the hall despite his muffled protests over 'how long it had been'. Larva casually opened a closet door and leisurely stuffed the man inside, slamming the door and reaching down to tear a floorboard out and jam it into the ground in front of the door, trapping the despondent man inside. Sweeping down the hallway, he casually stalked outside and grabbed Miyu's mother, who he casually tossed in the house by means of the window her husband had earlier been leaning out of.
The crowd surrounding the house began to get rowdy. It wasn't every day a red-eyed, clawed, cloaked monster-man tossed naked ladies about. Larva turned to the crowd. Some were inching closer, some yelling questions, some yelling obscene suggestions that beat those of Miyu's father hands-down, some just yelling at the tops of their lungs for the sheer unadulterated hell of it.
All of the frustrations of the situation came to a head in Larva's mind suddenly. Shutting his eyes, steeling himself, trying not to think of what he was about to do, he made a rash decision. He flashed the crowd.
Some people screamed, some fainted, some ran away. One person clapped, but all rapidly disappeared, all who were still conscious. Larva turned back to Miyu, slightly flushed. She straightened hurriedly from where she had been leaning over trying to get a peek, and met his gaze a little unsteadily. Her lips twitched. Larva took and deep breath and casually glided back into the house, closing the door after Miyu and disappearing into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind him. Miyu, standing in the middle of the living room, lost all self-control and burst out laughing. She laughed until tears streamed down her face and her knees gave way, depositing her on the floor where she sat, laughing until she couldn't breathe, then sat wheezing and giggling to herself. She looked up at her mother, lying unconscious on the floor where she had landed, and sighed to herself. The day had certainly taken a turn.
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This is taking longer than I thought. The next chapter's supposed to be the last one, but if things draaaaaaag on, there might be two more. The next chapter will deal with Miyu's parents actually getting cognitive skills back and interacting with Miyu. Dey jus a leetle stoopid right now from being trapped in a big box for all that time. It's like waking up after surgery. Decades-long surgery...oh well. I finish soon, childrens. This won't be like 'Let's all kill Himiko!', that massive monstrosity...I don't know what I'm going to do about that story. But anyway! Wee hoo! Thanks for reading.
And oh yeah! I don't own Miyu, Larva, or any of their family members. The crowd around the house was composed of my reviewers, though there's no way you'd know that until now! But yes, that was you, dear ones. My present to you. Cegi was the one peeking in the back window. You're welcome.
