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that I created from shit.
Author's Note: Best viewed in littler font. ^.^ Muah! Anyways, since I have no reviews, I hadn't update, but I'm updating now just for the damned Hell of it. And screw no cussing in the Author's Note. This is PG-13 for a damned reason. ^.^ And it's not only the characters that get to cuss.
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Episode 2: Fairly Reaching Destinations: Almost There
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Trunks couldn't believe his eyes.
"Wow." He dropped his luggage, and let the door slam softly behind him.
Wow was right.
Right when he opened the door, it went into a large hallway, a glass desk about a foot long in the center, with gold brimming the edges. On top of it, there was a large white vase of flowers and around it were 9 envelopes, each with a printed name in calligraphy. There was a large, white staircase that led up to another floor that overlooked the first. On each side of the entering hallway were other rooms, and in the north were a set of polished, wooden double-doors.
And that was just the first look.
Even though Trunks wasn't the least bit poor, he was still in awe by the vast class of the mansion. He looked up, and saw the ceiling was a marble dome that had light, earthy colors mixed in, such as peach and white. Although it was classy, it was quite simple. This part of the house anyways.
Trunks took a few steps up, and took a hold of his envelope; on which read: "Trunks Briefs" - and underneath that, in the same fancy calligraphy - "Saiya-jin Prince Number Two."*
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Syaoran growled.
"Remind me why we didn't take a cab again."
"Because I wanted to stop by a restaurant on the way," Usagi replied cheerfully, patting her stomach.
"And boy, was that a GREAT meal! Teehee.." Syaoran slapped himself miserably.
"Considering we had to stay after to was the dishes because you didn't pay."
"But you could've paid!" She just kept on whining and whining.. She's so annoying, Syaoran thought as he wiped away the sweat dripping from her forehead. He felt like he had started melting under that hot sun. Maybe he should've just ignored Sakura's idiotic request.
"But I didn't eat anything."
"...So?" He sighed.
"Nevermind." Usagi was in a pretty good mood. She had just won a spot on a hit TV show, her friends all supported her, she had a great boyfriend, and no Nega-creeps have attacked Tokyo in forever. It couldn't get better than this.
"Are we there yet?" Usagi grinned at Syaoran, not paying attention to her surroundings. She walked straight into a city light pole. X_X
"Actually..." Syaoran looked up. There was a gate..
"We're here."
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Tamahome hummed as he merrily walked down the street, a slightly large backpack slung casually over his shoulder. He hadn't carried much, because what would you need on a TV show, except the essentials? Such as clothes. He (almost regretfully) left his money with Miaka, worried that if he took it, it'd be stolen by other members of the new household.
He waved his hand in the air, signaling for the taxi. He hoped everyone would be watching his handsome face on TV. Damn, this would be something wonderful to brag about! He chuckled lightly as a brand new taxi drove up.
"Well, here goes nothing." The driver popped open the trunk, and Tamahome threw his bag in. He shut it, and the driver got out of the car, which was quite odd, since they usually stayed in.
"Here, sir." The driver was a man only slightly older than Tamahome, and was wearing a black leather cap. A bit stereotypical, Tamahome thought. The driver smiled warmly. Warmly, if not suspiciously. Tamahome shrugged. If the guy tried anything, he'd be ready. The driver slowly shut the door behind him, and got into his seat.
"Anything to drink, wild bird?" Tamahome blinked. Wild bird? Drink? In a taxi? This guy had to be kidding!
"That's alright, " He said cautiously, watching the driver, whose face was beginning to look a bit glum..
"It's too early for sake." Tamahome grinned. The driver suddenly perked, and winked at him in the mirror.
"Yes sir. I see. Now, where to?" Tamahome handed him a piece of paper with the house's address messily scribbled onto it. The driver blinked.
"You sure this is the right address?" He muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, why?"
"..No reason." And with that, they drove off.
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"What's that one say?" Utena took another gulp of her water bottle. They'd been there for over 3 hours, and their transportation still hadn't arrived. The Metro sure is slower than I remembered them, Utena thought.
"It's.." Ai stood on her tip-toes. There was an annoyingly tall man that always insisted on stand in front of her, and she was just about to pop him one right as he moved to the right, leaving Ai to fall on the ground. The man didn't turned. She mumbled and stood up, brushing herself off before she once again looked at the approaching bus.
"99752. Only 6 more, and we're out of here!" Utena couldn't help but grin at Ai's remark. Even though she could be a bit spontaneous and fiery at times, Ai was a good person, though Utena. Reminded her a bit of Wakaba. A bit.
"Good to know Ai, good to know. By the way, we haven't formally introduced ourselves, have we?" Ai blinked.
"Actually, no! We haven't! -_-() My name is Ai Amano!" She stuck a hand out and smiled. Utena took it.
"I'm Utena Tenjou. Pleased to meet you."
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Ran breathed.
"So you don't recognize any of this."
"Yeah."
"You've never seen a computer before."
"What's a computer?"
"I'll take that as a yes.. You're friends with this Hitokiri Battousa person named Kenshin, a boy called Yahiko, and a girl named Kaoru."
Sanosuke nodded. Ran sighed exasperatedly, and ran ((pun! HAHA! ok.. nevermind)) his fingers through his hair.
"How am I ever going to explain this to the others. Better yet-" He arched an eyebrow at Sanosuke, who was currently poking his computer, and mumbled to himself, "-How did I mess up?"
"What the Hell is this.." Sanosuke poked the computer again, and a warning popped up on the screen, reading:
Malfunction! Malfunction! Call intercepted by-
The message was cut off by another poke by Sanosuke. Ran eyed the screen.
"That was our only clue to who's behind all this. Did you happen to see what it said?"
"No.." Ran nodded, staying cool and collective. One of the traits most of the Clover characters had mastered.
He was going to need more than staying cool and collective to find out what was *really* going on.
---
Tenchi stared out the window as he watched streets fly by in the window. People were busily going about their daily lives and Tenchi was oddly interested in every minute of it.
It was surprising how much the city was like home, and how much it wasn't. People seemed to always be rushing somewhere, and many people seemed clearly aggravated. This lead him to thinking about his roommates. He couldn't help but be curious.. No one could. Would they all be horribly mean? Or as sweet as a moon cake? Would they even *like* him?
Tenchi shrugged, and continued looking out the window. Whatever happened, he thought, it'd be a good experience. He was finally growing up and leaving part of his childhood behind. He had always wondered what it would be like to go see the world, and although this could hardly be counted as striving for it, it'd still be nice to finally be able to be independent. There wouldn't be anymore Ayeka and Ryoko constantly bickering, and there wouldn't be anymore of Washu's crazy, out-of-this-world (literally) inventions.
Or so he thought.
Tenchi paid the driver and got out of the car. He took his luggage, and approached the mansion.
"Well, here goes nothing."
He rang the doorbell.
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Faye mumbled angrily as she drummed her fingers on the car door side. She wasn't going to suffer this crap alone, she knew for sure she wasn't going to. Spike was going to have to suffer with her, whether he liked it or not, damn him! How, though, was another question..
They were approaching the mansion, and Spike saw another guest at the door, just arriving. He looked pretty young, only 17 or so. He smirked.
"Here's your new home." He stopped the car.
"Temporary home, you mean." Faye jumped out of the car, and pulled her luggage out. She dragged them to the other side of the car, facing Spike.
"Gimme the wanted poster, so I'll know what the guy looks like." Spike laughed.
"I can't believe you're really doing this," He pulled the poster out of his pocket and reached his hand out. "I thought you were going to struggle more than-"
Spike was cut off when Faye grabbed his hand and yanked him out of the car. In a flash, she took out both guns and began shooting at the car. First the tires, then the wheel, the front, then the back. By the time she was done, after the smoke passed away, there wasn't much left except a scrap of metal. Spike gaped.
"What.. What the HELL did you have to go and do THAT for?" Faye blew the smoke of the tip of her guns, and sheathed them once again at her belt, smiling.
"Since you were so incredibly supportive about this, I thought I'd be nice and take you along." She threw the luggage into Spike's arms. He caught them all, mumbling angrily underneath his breath. Faye took a step forward.
"Now let's go, we have some people to meet!"
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What's going to happen next? Why weren't any of last episode's questions answered? Why are you still reading this? Find out next time on, REAL WORLD!
Author's Note: Best viewed in littler font. ^.^ Muah! Anyways, since I have no reviews, I hadn't update, but I'm updating now just for the damned Hell of it. And screw no cussing in the Author's Note. This is PG-13 for a damned reason. ^.^ And it's not only the characters that get to cuss.
*************
Episode 2: Fairly Reaching Destinations: Almost There
*************
Trunks couldn't believe his eyes.
"Wow." He dropped his luggage, and let the door slam softly behind him.
Wow was right.
Right when he opened the door, it went into a large hallway, a glass desk about a foot long in the center, with gold brimming the edges. On top of it, there was a large white vase of flowers and around it were 9 envelopes, each with a printed name in calligraphy. There was a large, white staircase that led up to another floor that overlooked the first. On each side of the entering hallway were other rooms, and in the north were a set of polished, wooden double-doors.
And that was just the first look.
Even though Trunks wasn't the least bit poor, he was still in awe by the vast class of the mansion. He looked up, and saw the ceiling was a marble dome that had light, earthy colors mixed in, such as peach and white. Although it was classy, it was quite simple. This part of the house anyways.
Trunks took a few steps up, and took a hold of his envelope; on which read: "Trunks Briefs" - and underneath that, in the same fancy calligraphy - "Saiya-jin Prince Number Two."*
---
Syaoran growled.
"Remind me why we didn't take a cab again."
"Because I wanted to stop by a restaurant on the way," Usagi replied cheerfully, patting her stomach.
"And boy, was that a GREAT meal! Teehee.." Syaoran slapped himself miserably.
"Considering we had to stay after to was the dishes because you didn't pay."
"But you could've paid!" She just kept on whining and whining.. She's so annoying, Syaoran thought as he wiped away the sweat dripping from her forehead. He felt like he had started melting under that hot sun. Maybe he should've just ignored Sakura's idiotic request.
"But I didn't eat anything."
"...So?" He sighed.
"Nevermind." Usagi was in a pretty good mood. She had just won a spot on a hit TV show, her friends all supported her, she had a great boyfriend, and no Nega-creeps have attacked Tokyo in forever. It couldn't get better than this.
"Are we there yet?" Usagi grinned at Syaoran, not paying attention to her surroundings. She walked straight into a city light pole. X_X
"Actually..." Syaoran looked up. There was a gate..
"We're here."
---
Tamahome hummed as he merrily walked down the street, a slightly large backpack slung casually over his shoulder. He hadn't carried much, because what would you need on a TV show, except the essentials? Such as clothes. He (almost regretfully) left his money with Miaka, worried that if he took it, it'd be stolen by other members of the new household.
He waved his hand in the air, signaling for the taxi. He hoped everyone would be watching his handsome face on TV. Damn, this would be something wonderful to brag about! He chuckled lightly as a brand new taxi drove up.
"Well, here goes nothing." The driver popped open the trunk, and Tamahome threw his bag in. He shut it, and the driver got out of the car, which was quite odd, since they usually stayed in.
"Here, sir." The driver was a man only slightly older than Tamahome, and was wearing a black leather cap. A bit stereotypical, Tamahome thought. The driver smiled warmly. Warmly, if not suspiciously. Tamahome shrugged. If the guy tried anything, he'd be ready. The driver slowly shut the door behind him, and got into his seat.
"Anything to drink, wild bird?" Tamahome blinked. Wild bird? Drink? In a taxi? This guy had to be kidding!
"That's alright, " He said cautiously, watching the driver, whose face was beginning to look a bit glum..
"It's too early for sake." Tamahome grinned. The driver suddenly perked, and winked at him in the mirror.
"Yes sir. I see. Now, where to?" Tamahome handed him a piece of paper with the house's address messily scribbled onto it. The driver blinked.
"You sure this is the right address?" He muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, why?"
"..No reason." And with that, they drove off.
---
"What's that one say?" Utena took another gulp of her water bottle. They'd been there for over 3 hours, and their transportation still hadn't arrived. The Metro sure is slower than I remembered them, Utena thought.
"It's.." Ai stood on her tip-toes. There was an annoyingly tall man that always insisted on stand in front of her, and she was just about to pop him one right as he moved to the right, leaving Ai to fall on the ground. The man didn't turned. She mumbled and stood up, brushing herself off before she once again looked at the approaching bus.
"99752. Only 6 more, and we're out of here!" Utena couldn't help but grin at Ai's remark. Even though she could be a bit spontaneous and fiery at times, Ai was a good person, though Utena. Reminded her a bit of Wakaba. A bit.
"Good to know Ai, good to know. By the way, we haven't formally introduced ourselves, have we?" Ai blinked.
"Actually, no! We haven't! -_-() My name is Ai Amano!" She stuck a hand out and smiled. Utena took it.
"I'm Utena Tenjou. Pleased to meet you."
---
Ran breathed.
"So you don't recognize any of this."
"Yeah."
"You've never seen a computer before."
"What's a computer?"
"I'll take that as a yes.. You're friends with this Hitokiri Battousa person named Kenshin, a boy called Yahiko, and a girl named Kaoru."
Sanosuke nodded. Ran sighed exasperatedly, and ran ((pun! HAHA! ok.. nevermind)) his fingers through his hair.
"How am I ever going to explain this to the others. Better yet-" He arched an eyebrow at Sanosuke, who was currently poking his computer, and mumbled to himself, "-How did I mess up?"
"What the Hell is this.." Sanosuke poked the computer again, and a warning popped up on the screen, reading:
Malfunction! Malfunction! Call intercepted by-
The message was cut off by another poke by Sanosuke. Ran eyed the screen.
"That was our only clue to who's behind all this. Did you happen to see what it said?"
"No.." Ran nodded, staying cool and collective. One of the traits most of the Clover characters had mastered.
He was going to need more than staying cool and collective to find out what was *really* going on.
---
Tenchi stared out the window as he watched streets fly by in the window. People were busily going about their daily lives and Tenchi was oddly interested in every minute of it.
It was surprising how much the city was like home, and how much it wasn't. People seemed to always be rushing somewhere, and many people seemed clearly aggravated. This lead him to thinking about his roommates. He couldn't help but be curious.. No one could. Would they all be horribly mean? Or as sweet as a moon cake? Would they even *like* him?
Tenchi shrugged, and continued looking out the window. Whatever happened, he thought, it'd be a good experience. He was finally growing up and leaving part of his childhood behind. He had always wondered what it would be like to go see the world, and although this could hardly be counted as striving for it, it'd still be nice to finally be able to be independent. There wouldn't be anymore Ayeka and Ryoko constantly bickering, and there wouldn't be anymore of Washu's crazy, out-of-this-world (literally) inventions.
Or so he thought.
Tenchi paid the driver and got out of the car. He took his luggage, and approached the mansion.
"Well, here goes nothing."
He rang the doorbell.
---
Faye mumbled angrily as she drummed her fingers on the car door side. She wasn't going to suffer this crap alone, she knew for sure she wasn't going to. Spike was going to have to suffer with her, whether he liked it or not, damn him! How, though, was another question..
They were approaching the mansion, and Spike saw another guest at the door, just arriving. He looked pretty young, only 17 or so. He smirked.
"Here's your new home." He stopped the car.
"Temporary home, you mean." Faye jumped out of the car, and pulled her luggage out. She dragged them to the other side of the car, facing Spike.
"Gimme the wanted poster, so I'll know what the guy looks like." Spike laughed.
"I can't believe you're really doing this," He pulled the poster out of his pocket and reached his hand out. "I thought you were going to struggle more than-"
Spike was cut off when Faye grabbed his hand and yanked him out of the car. In a flash, she took out both guns and began shooting at the car. First the tires, then the wheel, the front, then the back. By the time she was done, after the smoke passed away, there wasn't much left except a scrap of metal. Spike gaped.
"What.. What the HELL did you have to go and do THAT for?" Faye blew the smoke of the tip of her guns, and sheathed them once again at her belt, smiling.
"Since you were so incredibly supportive about this, I thought I'd be nice and take you along." She threw the luggage into Spike's arms. He caught them all, mumbling angrily underneath his breath. Faye took a step forward.
"Now let's go, we have some people to meet!"
---
What's going to happen next? Why weren't any of last episode's questions answered? Why are you still reading this? Find out next time on, REAL WORLD!