This chapter is completely and totally irrelevant. If you don't want to
waste your time, you can skip it. There some laughs in here, though. Please
be patient. My story moves slow. It'll speed up in about chapter eight or
nine. Oh, and if you really don't feel like reading all of this chapter,
just read they end of it. I call that part 'The Suitcase Problem'. It
starts right after the last skip and the *** things.
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Chapter IV: The Suitcase Problem, Among Other Things
"Haaz! Hurry up! Do you want to be stranded on this boat with all those old people forever?" she yelled back to her brother who was having trouble carrying his bags across the hall. "I told you not to bring your mobile Gundam collection, but no, no one ever listens to me!" Volta kept on walking at a faster pace.
"Hey! These babies are priceless. I wasn't about to leave them back in Neo- Nepal." He struggled to keep up with his sister, lugging the cases behind him.
"You should have donated them to a museum," Volta said sarcastically. "Then your 'precious babies' would be safe, and I wouldn't have to dust those pieces of junk off every day."
"They are not pieces of junk. They are-Hey! Wait for me!" Haaz ran to catch up with his sister again. "Do you think a museum would really want them?"
Volta sighed. "Small minds are amused by small things," she muttered.
"Wha'?"
"Just walk faster."
They finally reached the deck, and hurriedly exited the ship, which was docked at a little fishing town in Neo-Japan. Once they were a few blocks from the port, they stopped to rest.
"I think we better call a cab," Volta suggested.
Haaz nodded. "Okay, where's the phone book?" He looked around questioningly.
"Ugh!" Volta grunted and sat down on her suitcase. "Haaz!" she said in annoyance. "I can't believe you are seventeen! You act like you are five. It's an expression: 'call a cab'! I didn't mean it literally. See, you stand up, and stick your hand out into the street, until a cab comes by, sees your hand, and stops. The cab driver asks you if you need a ride somewhere, and then you say 'yes' and tell his where you want to go. He takes you there. Is that simple enough for your small brain system?"
"What if the driver is a she? Do the same rules apply?" Haaz asked. Volta hit him with her other hand.
"You are so stupid!"
"I was just joking," Haaz said in defense.
"Good. I'm positive you couldn't get more stupid than you are now. Here comes a cab. Pretend that your smart. Say nothing."
As Volta had predicted, the cab pulled over. The driver got out: a tall, slim, brown-hair woman with dull gray eyes. "Need a ride?" the woman asked.
Volta nodded. "Okay, put your stuff in the trunk, and get in," the cab driver said and got back into the cab.
Volta and Haaz dumped their bags into the trunk of the car and entered the back seat. "Haaz, do you have to keep that case with those stupid toys in them in the car?" Volta asked disgustedly as Haaz brought a case with him into the back seat.
He nodded and closed the door behind him. "Oh, all right. As long as you don't start playing 'Thirteenth Gundam Tourament' again."
"Where to?" the driver asked. Volta leaned forward and gave the driver a piece of paper that had exact directions to Domon Kasshu's house.
The engine started and soon the cab was speeding along a highway. The famous Lao twins were heading right towards the most exciting adventure of their lifetime.
* * *
"Now boarding flight 18. Now boarding flight 18," a voice said over the loudspeaker. Chikori stood up from his plastic chair where he had been dozing, and walked over to the entrance of the plane.
"Ticket?" the flight attendant standing at the door asked.
Chikori searched through his jacket pocket and eventually found the ticket he needed. He reached up and handed it to the flight attendant.
"Row 37. Seat D."
Chikori skipped through the narrow plane isle and found his seat: the very last row. He sat down and looked out the window as the plane took off. No one was sitting in either of the seats next to him. Quickly, he scooted over to the window seat and looked at the clouds around him.
The train had stopped in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, the city with the only airport in that small peninsula sticking out of Neo-Russia. He had walked to twelve long blocks to the airport, carrying his two suitcases with him. It had taken a long time before the baggage checker agreed to take the luggage. It wasn't every day that you saw a blue-hair, brown-almost black-eyed boy of ten walk through the streets alone. It had taken even more time getting through to the security guard. Chikori had had to show him Domon's letter, his passport, birth certificate, and had even asked to see his ID. Chikori was ten! He didn't even have an ID! Thank god Mom made me bring my birth certificate, Chikori said to himself.
The plane flight was about half an hour long. Domon's wife, Rain, was going to pick him up at the airport. It would have been a bit too conspicuous if a ten-year-old boy had been walking through the streets of Tokyo alone.
Chikori pulled out a blanket from below his seat. Was it completely necessary for that train to go through Siberia? he asked himself. I think if I had been in that train for one more minute, I would have caught pneumonia.
* * *
Brad pushed the volume button of his CD player. It still wasn't loud enough to drown out the noise of that stupid motor. How was a person supposed to sleep with that infernal humming? Brad sighed. The flight was almost over, anyway. He would only be able to get an hour of sleep at the most before they landed in Tokyo. Rian Kasshu was supposed to meet him there. He didn't see why someone had to meet him. Brad had been taking care of himself since before he could go to school.
Aww, who cares? he thought. It'll be nice to have company for a while. Anyway, I'll be surrounded by people in Domon's place. Brad was used to being a loner. He had never depended on-nor cared about-anyone in his entire life.
"Hey, buddy," the friendly man in the seat next to him-who had tried many times to make friends with the loner-said, "could you turn the volume down a notch? I can hear it from here. And I'd like to get a little more sleep tonight, if you don't mind. After a while, you get used to that noise from the motor."
In response, Brad just turned the volume up more.
"Why me?" the man asked himself and tried to go back to sleep.
* * *
Bunny snuggled down under the covers of her thick quilt. It was soft and warm. She dozed back off into sleep, but her mother soon woke her up.
"Honey, dear, we're almost there. Get up," Marie-Louise told her daughter gently.
Bunny yawned. "Excuse me," she said quickly and neatly folded the blanket up and placed it in the seat next to her. Bunny peered out the window. All she could see where clouds. Lots and lots of fluffy, white clouds.
"Mother, may I have a comb? I'd like to look presentable for Mr. and Mrs. Kasshu."
At her request, Raymond brought over a small comb. Bunny ran it through her curly, reddish-blond hair, trying hard to straighten it. "Honey, it looks wonderful curly," Marie-Louise told her daughter.
"I think it makes me look a bit childish," Bunny replied and yanked hard at her hair again. "Oh," she gave up, "I'll just have to live with what I have."
"We are starting to descend, Miss," the pilot said over the speaker.
"Hold on, Bunny," Marie-Louise told her daughter. The plane started heading downward. It landed smoothly in the large backyard of Domon Kasshu.
Domon came running out of the house as he heard the noise of the private jet. "George!" he called once the jet's engine was turned off.
George, Maire-Louise, and Bunny emerged from the plane. George jumped down to greet Domon, Maire-Louise and Bunny held up by their big, elegant, puffy skirts.
Domon held out his hand for George, who shook it heartily. "I'm glad to see you," George said.
"Me, too." If they had not been in front of ladies, and if they had not been expected to show how "manly" they were, Domon and George probably would have hugged each other.
Marie-Louise shook Domon's hand, too. Then Domon looked at Bunny and almost burst out laughing at the sight of the ignorant royal child. "Bunny, you're not going to be able to wear those kinds of clothes while training," Domon said.
Bunny was appalled, but curtsied politely. Someone had called her 'Bunny'! No one used that name! "It's a pleasure to meet you," she responded.
Domon turned back to George and his small wife. "I'll probably bring out the worst in her, you now," he informed Bunny's father.
"If it's her duty to serve Neo-France by being a brutal Gundam fighter, so be it," he said nobly.
"Come on in," Domon said and motioned for the royal family of Neo-France to follow him. "Rain's at the airport. I'm sorry she couldn't be here to greet you," he said.
* * *
Rain was at the airport, and she was having a lot of difficulty persuading the flight attendant to hand Chikori over to her. "This young man is supposed to be given to a Rain Kasshu," the flight attendant said stubbornly.
"I am Rain Kasshu!" Rain replied, somewhat irritated.
"I'll need some ID," the flight attendant said.
Rain sighed and pulled out her wallet. She flipped through the plastic- covered pages which were overflowing with credit cards, cash, and photos. No ID. Why do I always forget the things I need? Rain asked herself. "I don't drive a car," she said as an excuse.
"If I don't have an ID, then I can't hand him over to you," the flight attendant said stubbornly.
"Look! I was on the cover of every newspaper in the entire world! Okay? You have to have read the newspaper the day after Domon defeated the Dark Gundam, right? Don't you recognize me?" she asked, extremely frustrated.
The flight attendant shook her head. Two and a half feet lower, Chikori was pulling on the flight attendant's sleeve. "What is it?" she asked the short ten-year-old in a softer voice.
Chikori said quietly, "I'm supposed to go with her. I know the face of Rain Kasshu anywhere. Please, let me go."
The flight attendant sighed and reluctantly handed Chikori over to Rain. They walked along in silence. "Let's go pick up Brad Klements, and then we'll go get your luggage, okay?" Rain asked the boy.
He nodded. Chikori was always a quiet boy. He had never seen the need to talk, unless it was with someone he really like, like Chibodee Crockett. They had talked for hours, Chikori remembered. He was brought back to the present as Rain pointed out a tall, muscular blonde man heading their way.
"Hello. You must be Brad," Rain stuck out her hand for him to shake. Brad didn't say a word, or shake the outstretched hand. "Okay. This is Chikori." Rain pointed to the short ten-year-old.
"Hi," Chikori said.
Brad smiled in return. Chikori reminded him of his own little brothers and sisters.
"Let's go grab your bags," Rain said.
"I already have mine," Brad said and pointed to the one bag he was carrying.
Rain stared at it. "That's all?" she asked. Brad gave her a piercing look and no more was said on the topic.
"What's in there?" Chikori pointed at Rain's expanded stomach.
She put her hands on it and smiled. "It's my baby," she replied.
"Oh," Chikori said and ended the conversation.
* * *
"You lazy slug! If you'd hurry up, we might be able to meet the King of Neo- France before he leaves!" Volta scolded her younger brother as he heaved at his five gigantic suitcases full of clothes and Gundam models.
They were at the front of Domon's house, and Volta was waiting impatiently. Finally, Haaz managed to get all of his things out of the cab. "C'mon! Let's go!" Volta said and hurried Haaz along.
"Hey! You never paid me!" the cab driver called after them.
"Oh," Volta stopped in her tracks. She turned around. "Well, you don't have anything of ours to hold ransom, and we don't want any of your things. You don't even know our names so you can't report us to the police, so.who cares?" she laughed and turned around, leaving the cab driver fuming in anger.
Haaz vaulted up the steps, leaving Volta to haul all of their suitcases up by herself. Volta got the second suitcase up the stairs, but it toppled over and fell on Haaz. Volta then lost her balance and fell on the suitcase. I t was at that exact moment-after all three had fallen-that Rian Kasshu opened the door.
She looked around her and saw nothing, then looked down and saw a pile of boy, suitcase, and girl. "Oof," Volta said as she got up.
"Get this thing off of me!" Haaz yelled.
"Sorry," Volta replied and lifted the suitcase, which then went tumbling back down the stairs and landed where it had been in the first place. "Ugh!" she said in frustration and marched back down the stairs to pull the suitcase up all over again.
"Can I help?" Rain asked.
Volta swirled around, mid-step, and the suitcase went tumbling down.again. Haaz quickly dusted himself off and stood up. "You must me Volta and Haaz Lao. Which one's which?" The two were too alike to tell them apart.
"I'm Volta and that little idiot of a human up there is Haaz! He brought his whole mobile Gundam collection with him!" she sighed and started back down the stairs.
Rain started down the stair to help Volta, but the girl from Napal stopped her. "Don't, Mrs. Kasshu. It's too heavy for you in your condition," Volta said and eyes Rain's stomach.
"I'll send Domon out to help. DOMON!!!!" she screamed into the house. "Get out here this instant!" She turned back to the twins. "Come in when your ready. I've got lunch." At the word "lunch", Haaz rushed into the house after Rain.
"HAAZ! Where do you think you are going? These are you're suitcases, and you're gonna help bring them in! Now get back down here and-" Volta stopped in mid-sentence as Domon emerged from the house. Haaz bumped right into him and fell backwards.
"Mr. Kasshu!" Volta ran up the stairs, leaving the suitcase behind. "Please excuse my brother," she said as she helped lift Haaz to his feet again. "He's a bit out of whack."
Domon laughed. "Here, let me help you with those suitcases," Domon said and started down the stairs.
Haaz recovered and rushed into the house again. Volta sighed and skipped down the stairs to help Domon. "Mr. Kasshu! You can't carry all of those at once. They weigh a ton! Let me help you-"
"Don't bother. I can carry them all. Go inside and eat something. You must be starving," he cut her off and managed to pick up all six suitcases at once.
"Um okay," Volta said reluctantly. "Thanks, Mr. Kasshu!" she blushed and ran up the stair, into the kitchen.
Now, how do I get these things up all those stairs? Domon thought to himself.
Next chapter up soon! ~* ShadowTide *~
Chapter IV: The Suitcase Problem, Among Other Things
"Haaz! Hurry up! Do you want to be stranded on this boat with all those old people forever?" she yelled back to her brother who was having trouble carrying his bags across the hall. "I told you not to bring your mobile Gundam collection, but no, no one ever listens to me!" Volta kept on walking at a faster pace.
"Hey! These babies are priceless. I wasn't about to leave them back in Neo- Nepal." He struggled to keep up with his sister, lugging the cases behind him.
"You should have donated them to a museum," Volta said sarcastically. "Then your 'precious babies' would be safe, and I wouldn't have to dust those pieces of junk off every day."
"They are not pieces of junk. They are-Hey! Wait for me!" Haaz ran to catch up with his sister again. "Do you think a museum would really want them?"
Volta sighed. "Small minds are amused by small things," she muttered.
"Wha'?"
"Just walk faster."
They finally reached the deck, and hurriedly exited the ship, which was docked at a little fishing town in Neo-Japan. Once they were a few blocks from the port, they stopped to rest.
"I think we better call a cab," Volta suggested.
Haaz nodded. "Okay, where's the phone book?" He looked around questioningly.
"Ugh!" Volta grunted and sat down on her suitcase. "Haaz!" she said in annoyance. "I can't believe you are seventeen! You act like you are five. It's an expression: 'call a cab'! I didn't mean it literally. See, you stand up, and stick your hand out into the street, until a cab comes by, sees your hand, and stops. The cab driver asks you if you need a ride somewhere, and then you say 'yes' and tell his where you want to go. He takes you there. Is that simple enough for your small brain system?"
"What if the driver is a she? Do the same rules apply?" Haaz asked. Volta hit him with her other hand.
"You are so stupid!"
"I was just joking," Haaz said in defense.
"Good. I'm positive you couldn't get more stupid than you are now. Here comes a cab. Pretend that your smart. Say nothing."
As Volta had predicted, the cab pulled over. The driver got out: a tall, slim, brown-hair woman with dull gray eyes. "Need a ride?" the woman asked.
Volta nodded. "Okay, put your stuff in the trunk, and get in," the cab driver said and got back into the cab.
Volta and Haaz dumped their bags into the trunk of the car and entered the back seat. "Haaz, do you have to keep that case with those stupid toys in them in the car?" Volta asked disgustedly as Haaz brought a case with him into the back seat.
He nodded and closed the door behind him. "Oh, all right. As long as you don't start playing 'Thirteenth Gundam Tourament' again."
"Where to?" the driver asked. Volta leaned forward and gave the driver a piece of paper that had exact directions to Domon Kasshu's house.
The engine started and soon the cab was speeding along a highway. The famous Lao twins were heading right towards the most exciting adventure of their lifetime.
* * *
"Now boarding flight 18. Now boarding flight 18," a voice said over the loudspeaker. Chikori stood up from his plastic chair where he had been dozing, and walked over to the entrance of the plane.
"Ticket?" the flight attendant standing at the door asked.
Chikori searched through his jacket pocket and eventually found the ticket he needed. He reached up and handed it to the flight attendant.
"Row 37. Seat D."
Chikori skipped through the narrow plane isle and found his seat: the very last row. He sat down and looked out the window as the plane took off. No one was sitting in either of the seats next to him. Quickly, he scooted over to the window seat and looked at the clouds around him.
The train had stopped in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, the city with the only airport in that small peninsula sticking out of Neo-Russia. He had walked to twelve long blocks to the airport, carrying his two suitcases with him. It had taken a long time before the baggage checker agreed to take the luggage. It wasn't every day that you saw a blue-hair, brown-almost black-eyed boy of ten walk through the streets alone. It had taken even more time getting through to the security guard. Chikori had had to show him Domon's letter, his passport, birth certificate, and had even asked to see his ID. Chikori was ten! He didn't even have an ID! Thank god Mom made me bring my birth certificate, Chikori said to himself.
The plane flight was about half an hour long. Domon's wife, Rain, was going to pick him up at the airport. It would have been a bit too conspicuous if a ten-year-old boy had been walking through the streets of Tokyo alone.
Chikori pulled out a blanket from below his seat. Was it completely necessary for that train to go through Siberia? he asked himself. I think if I had been in that train for one more minute, I would have caught pneumonia.
* * *
Brad pushed the volume button of his CD player. It still wasn't loud enough to drown out the noise of that stupid motor. How was a person supposed to sleep with that infernal humming? Brad sighed. The flight was almost over, anyway. He would only be able to get an hour of sleep at the most before they landed in Tokyo. Rian Kasshu was supposed to meet him there. He didn't see why someone had to meet him. Brad had been taking care of himself since before he could go to school.
Aww, who cares? he thought. It'll be nice to have company for a while. Anyway, I'll be surrounded by people in Domon's place. Brad was used to being a loner. He had never depended on-nor cared about-anyone in his entire life.
"Hey, buddy," the friendly man in the seat next to him-who had tried many times to make friends with the loner-said, "could you turn the volume down a notch? I can hear it from here. And I'd like to get a little more sleep tonight, if you don't mind. After a while, you get used to that noise from the motor."
In response, Brad just turned the volume up more.
"Why me?" the man asked himself and tried to go back to sleep.
* * *
Bunny snuggled down under the covers of her thick quilt. It was soft and warm. She dozed back off into sleep, but her mother soon woke her up.
"Honey, dear, we're almost there. Get up," Marie-Louise told her daughter gently.
Bunny yawned. "Excuse me," she said quickly and neatly folded the blanket up and placed it in the seat next to her. Bunny peered out the window. All she could see where clouds. Lots and lots of fluffy, white clouds.
"Mother, may I have a comb? I'd like to look presentable for Mr. and Mrs. Kasshu."
At her request, Raymond brought over a small comb. Bunny ran it through her curly, reddish-blond hair, trying hard to straighten it. "Honey, it looks wonderful curly," Marie-Louise told her daughter.
"I think it makes me look a bit childish," Bunny replied and yanked hard at her hair again. "Oh," she gave up, "I'll just have to live with what I have."
"We are starting to descend, Miss," the pilot said over the speaker.
"Hold on, Bunny," Marie-Louise told her daughter. The plane started heading downward. It landed smoothly in the large backyard of Domon Kasshu.
Domon came running out of the house as he heard the noise of the private jet. "George!" he called once the jet's engine was turned off.
George, Maire-Louise, and Bunny emerged from the plane. George jumped down to greet Domon, Maire-Louise and Bunny held up by their big, elegant, puffy skirts.
Domon held out his hand for George, who shook it heartily. "I'm glad to see you," George said.
"Me, too." If they had not been in front of ladies, and if they had not been expected to show how "manly" they were, Domon and George probably would have hugged each other.
Marie-Louise shook Domon's hand, too. Then Domon looked at Bunny and almost burst out laughing at the sight of the ignorant royal child. "Bunny, you're not going to be able to wear those kinds of clothes while training," Domon said.
Bunny was appalled, but curtsied politely. Someone had called her 'Bunny'! No one used that name! "It's a pleasure to meet you," she responded.
Domon turned back to George and his small wife. "I'll probably bring out the worst in her, you now," he informed Bunny's father.
"If it's her duty to serve Neo-France by being a brutal Gundam fighter, so be it," he said nobly.
"Come on in," Domon said and motioned for the royal family of Neo-France to follow him. "Rain's at the airport. I'm sorry she couldn't be here to greet you," he said.
* * *
Rain was at the airport, and she was having a lot of difficulty persuading the flight attendant to hand Chikori over to her. "This young man is supposed to be given to a Rain Kasshu," the flight attendant said stubbornly.
"I am Rain Kasshu!" Rain replied, somewhat irritated.
"I'll need some ID," the flight attendant said.
Rain sighed and pulled out her wallet. She flipped through the plastic- covered pages which were overflowing with credit cards, cash, and photos. No ID. Why do I always forget the things I need? Rain asked herself. "I don't drive a car," she said as an excuse.
"If I don't have an ID, then I can't hand him over to you," the flight attendant said stubbornly.
"Look! I was on the cover of every newspaper in the entire world! Okay? You have to have read the newspaper the day after Domon defeated the Dark Gundam, right? Don't you recognize me?" she asked, extremely frustrated.
The flight attendant shook her head. Two and a half feet lower, Chikori was pulling on the flight attendant's sleeve. "What is it?" she asked the short ten-year-old in a softer voice.
Chikori said quietly, "I'm supposed to go with her. I know the face of Rain Kasshu anywhere. Please, let me go."
The flight attendant sighed and reluctantly handed Chikori over to Rain. They walked along in silence. "Let's go pick up Brad Klements, and then we'll go get your luggage, okay?" Rain asked the boy.
He nodded. Chikori was always a quiet boy. He had never seen the need to talk, unless it was with someone he really like, like Chibodee Crockett. They had talked for hours, Chikori remembered. He was brought back to the present as Rain pointed out a tall, muscular blonde man heading their way.
"Hello. You must be Brad," Rain stuck out her hand for him to shake. Brad didn't say a word, or shake the outstretched hand. "Okay. This is Chikori." Rain pointed to the short ten-year-old.
"Hi," Chikori said.
Brad smiled in return. Chikori reminded him of his own little brothers and sisters.
"Let's go grab your bags," Rain said.
"I already have mine," Brad said and pointed to the one bag he was carrying.
Rain stared at it. "That's all?" she asked. Brad gave her a piercing look and no more was said on the topic.
"What's in there?" Chikori pointed at Rain's expanded stomach.
She put her hands on it and smiled. "It's my baby," she replied.
"Oh," Chikori said and ended the conversation.
* * *
"You lazy slug! If you'd hurry up, we might be able to meet the King of Neo- France before he leaves!" Volta scolded her younger brother as he heaved at his five gigantic suitcases full of clothes and Gundam models.
They were at the front of Domon's house, and Volta was waiting impatiently. Finally, Haaz managed to get all of his things out of the cab. "C'mon! Let's go!" Volta said and hurried Haaz along.
"Hey! You never paid me!" the cab driver called after them.
"Oh," Volta stopped in her tracks. She turned around. "Well, you don't have anything of ours to hold ransom, and we don't want any of your things. You don't even know our names so you can't report us to the police, so.who cares?" she laughed and turned around, leaving the cab driver fuming in anger.
Haaz vaulted up the steps, leaving Volta to haul all of their suitcases up by herself. Volta got the second suitcase up the stairs, but it toppled over and fell on Haaz. Volta then lost her balance and fell on the suitcase. I t was at that exact moment-after all three had fallen-that Rian Kasshu opened the door.
She looked around her and saw nothing, then looked down and saw a pile of boy, suitcase, and girl. "Oof," Volta said as she got up.
"Get this thing off of me!" Haaz yelled.
"Sorry," Volta replied and lifted the suitcase, which then went tumbling back down the stairs and landed where it had been in the first place. "Ugh!" she said in frustration and marched back down the stairs to pull the suitcase up all over again.
"Can I help?" Rain asked.
Volta swirled around, mid-step, and the suitcase went tumbling down.again. Haaz quickly dusted himself off and stood up. "You must me Volta and Haaz Lao. Which one's which?" The two were too alike to tell them apart.
"I'm Volta and that little idiot of a human up there is Haaz! He brought his whole mobile Gundam collection with him!" she sighed and started back down the stairs.
Rain started down the stair to help Volta, but the girl from Napal stopped her. "Don't, Mrs. Kasshu. It's too heavy for you in your condition," Volta said and eyes Rain's stomach.
"I'll send Domon out to help. DOMON!!!!" she screamed into the house. "Get out here this instant!" She turned back to the twins. "Come in when your ready. I've got lunch." At the word "lunch", Haaz rushed into the house after Rain.
"HAAZ! Where do you think you are going? These are you're suitcases, and you're gonna help bring them in! Now get back down here and-" Volta stopped in mid-sentence as Domon emerged from the house. Haaz bumped right into him and fell backwards.
"Mr. Kasshu!" Volta ran up the stairs, leaving the suitcase behind. "Please excuse my brother," she said as she helped lift Haaz to his feet again. "He's a bit out of whack."
Domon laughed. "Here, let me help you with those suitcases," Domon said and started down the stairs.
Haaz recovered and rushed into the house again. Volta sighed and skipped down the stairs to help Domon. "Mr. Kasshu! You can't carry all of those at once. They weigh a ton! Let me help you-"
"Don't bother. I can carry them all. Go inside and eat something. You must be starving," he cut her off and managed to pick up all six suitcases at once.
"Um okay," Volta said reluctantly. "Thanks, Mr. Kasshu!" she blushed and ran up the stair, into the kitchen.
Now, how do I get these things up all those stairs? Domon thought to himself.
Next chapter up soon! ~* ShadowTide *~