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Y_Angel: Oooookay! The...um...three and a half of you who reviewed this story before most likely recognize it!
Jim:...Three and a half?
Y_Angel: ...Yes. One was annoying so I um...got a chainsaw for Christmas...
Jim: YOU KILLED A READER?!
Y_Angel: ..Well...she was mean...
Kisike: ^ ^;
Y_Angel: **hands out marshmellows**
Jim: ..**sweatdrops and goes off to ponder the meaning of existance**...**With the marshmellows **
Y_Angel: By the way, I own nothing! NOTHING! Not even the original Characters! Oh! I feel so deprived! I'm starting a Inuyasha/Pet Shop of Horrors crossover also...starring Kisike! But she dies! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!
Kisike: ; _ ; I've never dieded before! I'M SO HAPPY!
Y_Angel: DIBS ON YUR ORGANS!
Kisike: NOT MY SQUEEDILY SPOOCH! NO!
Masaki Shrine. 9:15 AM. Once everyone was inside the Masaki shrine, sitting at the table in the dining room, they started eating. Kisike and Jim had somehow, The little Demon Spawn, managed to get the seats straight across from Gene. And were still stare/smirking at him, chewing their food slowly. And Gene. Poor Gene was trying desperately to conceal a distinct urge that was telling him to run away screaming. Or gouge Jim's and The Brat's eyes out with his white, plastic spork. Which was currently bending in his clenched fist. He would have preferred the latter, but instead tried to concentrate on the taste of the eggrolls which the little kid with blue pig-tails had an unnatural talent for making. And that he was getting a decent meal for free. And the fact he'd found some fragment of his family. Though I have absolutely no idea why my Dad never told me I had a cousin. Gene thought glancing at Jessica. Glaring at his plate. He took another bite. Trying again not to concentrate on the penetrating stare/smirks of the Jim and the Brat. Not on Melfina sitting next to him. Not on how long he'd hoped he'd find some sort of family. Not on... Someone laughed. He looked up sharply. Then mentally kicked himself. His steel gaze lock with the food on his plate had been broken. He was now staring straight ahead. Straight ahead to the stare/smirks of the steadily chewing Brats. His spork was nearly bent over double now. Surely they had noticed. Even Sasuka had a faint smile on her lips when she glanced at him. The Brat's eyes seemed to enlarge to their normal state, smirk fading ever- so-slightly as she switched her stare to her plate. Jim did the same, though still grinning like a mad man. Giddy at his triumph at annoying Gene to near hysteria. Gene sighed inwardly. At least they had stopped. ...Wait...stopped?? What are those little Brats up to now...OH GREAT! NOW I'm worrying over them NOT staring at me! He growled softly, earning some deliberately ignored looks from the other people sitting around him. I'm...going straight to a psychiatrist when I get home. He looked back up at the Brats. They're up to something...I just know it. 'Ah yes. They're having a nice little conversation on ways to torture you right infront of you.' The little voice in the back of his mind prodded him. 'Can't you see their mouths moving?? You're getting jumpy.' I am NOT gettin- "GAAAAAAAAH!!" Gene yelled, turning away from the thing that attacked him and bumping into one of the spiky haired guys, causing the man to spill his cup of steaming tea over the woman next to him, causing her to scream and jump up, knocking the little girl with blue pig-tails who was carrying a tray of food over, which spilt over the other guy with spiky hair, the one that looked like black fire had been set to his head. The man stiffened. Muscles in his shoulders and back visibly bunching together. His hands slammed onto the table, a thin, neat array of cracks digging into the wooden surface, and stood up. Everyone's eyes had gone wide, and half of those people gulped and pointed at Gene. Gene looked around, and finally back, to see Aisha. Aisha was grinning. Gene stiffened. She looked like a Cheshire cat high on some sort of illegal over-the-counter aspirin. "I only offered some more eggrolls and tea." She said sweetly. Gene's left eye twitched, and he heard light foot steps coming up behind him. He clenched his eyes shut and suppressed a groan. He cracked one eye open enough to see Jim and the Brat stare/smirking at him once more. He suppressed another discontent sound and sunk down as far as the chair under his butt would allow. Not a good day. The footsteps were coming closer. NOT a good day.Oh,man... ~~~~~~
Y_Angel: Doom...doom...dooooooom!
Jim:..Angel?
Y_Angel: DOOM!
Jim: ANGEL!
Y_Angel: DOOOOOOM!!
Jim: ANGEL!!!!!
Y_Angel: WHAT!? I'M DOOMING HERE!
Jim: **Sigh** Read and Review, please...
Y_Angel: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Y_Angel: Oooookay! The...um...three and a half of you who reviewed this story before most likely recognize it!
Jim:...Three and a half?
Y_Angel: ...Yes. One was annoying so I um...got a chainsaw for Christmas...
Jim: YOU KILLED A READER?!
Y_Angel: ..Well...she was mean...
Kisike: ^ ^;
Y_Angel: **hands out marshmellows**
Jim: ..**sweatdrops and goes off to ponder the meaning of existance**...**With the marshmellows **
Y_Angel: By the way, I own nothing! NOTHING! Not even the original Characters! Oh! I feel so deprived! I'm starting a Inuyasha/Pet Shop of Horrors crossover also...starring Kisike! But she dies! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!
Kisike: ; _ ; I've never dieded before! I'M SO HAPPY!
Y_Angel: DIBS ON YUR ORGANS!
Kisike: NOT MY SQUEEDILY SPOOCH! NO!
Masaki Shrine. 9:15 AM. Once everyone was inside the Masaki shrine, sitting at the table in the dining room, they started eating. Kisike and Jim had somehow, The little Demon Spawn, managed to get the seats straight across from Gene. And were still stare/smirking at him, chewing their food slowly. And Gene. Poor Gene was trying desperately to conceal a distinct urge that was telling him to run away screaming. Or gouge Jim's and The Brat's eyes out with his white, plastic spork. Which was currently bending in his clenched fist. He would have preferred the latter, but instead tried to concentrate on the taste of the eggrolls which the little kid with blue pig-tails had an unnatural talent for making. And that he was getting a decent meal for free. And the fact he'd found some fragment of his family. Though I have absolutely no idea why my Dad never told me I had a cousin. Gene thought glancing at Jessica. Glaring at his plate. He took another bite. Trying again not to concentrate on the penetrating stare/smirks of the Jim and the Brat. Not on Melfina sitting next to him. Not on how long he'd hoped he'd find some sort of family. Not on... Someone laughed. He looked up sharply. Then mentally kicked himself. His steel gaze lock with the food on his plate had been broken. He was now staring straight ahead. Straight ahead to the stare/smirks of the steadily chewing Brats. His spork was nearly bent over double now. Surely they had noticed. Even Sasuka had a faint smile on her lips when she glanced at him. The Brat's eyes seemed to enlarge to their normal state, smirk fading ever- so-slightly as she switched her stare to her plate. Jim did the same, though still grinning like a mad man. Giddy at his triumph at annoying Gene to near hysteria. Gene sighed inwardly. At least they had stopped. ...Wait...stopped?? What are those little Brats up to now...OH GREAT! NOW I'm worrying over them NOT staring at me! He growled softly, earning some deliberately ignored looks from the other people sitting around him. I'm...going straight to a psychiatrist when I get home. He looked back up at the Brats. They're up to something...I just know it. 'Ah yes. They're having a nice little conversation on ways to torture you right infront of you.' The little voice in the back of his mind prodded him. 'Can't you see their mouths moving?? You're getting jumpy.' I am NOT gettin- "GAAAAAAAAH!!" Gene yelled, turning away from the thing that attacked him and bumping into one of the spiky haired guys, causing the man to spill his cup of steaming tea over the woman next to him, causing her to scream and jump up, knocking the little girl with blue pig-tails who was carrying a tray of food over, which spilt over the other guy with spiky hair, the one that looked like black fire had been set to his head. The man stiffened. Muscles in his shoulders and back visibly bunching together. His hands slammed onto the table, a thin, neat array of cracks digging into the wooden surface, and stood up. Everyone's eyes had gone wide, and half of those people gulped and pointed at Gene. Gene looked around, and finally back, to see Aisha. Aisha was grinning. Gene stiffened. She looked like a Cheshire cat high on some sort of illegal over-the-counter aspirin. "I only offered some more eggrolls and tea." She said sweetly. Gene's left eye twitched, and he heard light foot steps coming up behind him. He clenched his eyes shut and suppressed a groan. He cracked one eye open enough to see Jim and the Brat stare/smirking at him once more. He suppressed another discontent sound and sunk down as far as the chair under his butt would allow. Not a good day. The footsteps were coming closer. NOT a good day.Oh,man... ~~~~~~
Y_Angel: Doom...doom...dooooooom!
Jim:..Angel?
Y_Angel: DOOM!
Jim: ANGEL!
Y_Angel: DOOOOOOM!!
Jim: ANGEL!!!!!
Y_Angel: WHAT!? I'M DOOMING HERE!
Jim: **Sigh** Read and Review, please...
Y_Angel: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!