Laura no Baka, from where she's seated, her feet dangling in the water, stares at Van.
He's wearing khakis and a red shirt. His dark hair is falling into his eyes as he gazes
around. "Oooo!" She breathes, "What a hunk!"
Inu Yasha climbs dripping out of the lake and up onto the dock. His mass of hair is plastered to his back as are his bangs to his forehead. He and Van look at one another for a moment, then he looks at Laura who is still staring at the young king. "What," He mutters so that only I can hear, "Does he have that I don't?"
I pat him on the shoulder. "Trust me Inu Yasha, you don't want Laura no Baka paying attention to you. It's better this way. Poor Van..."
He shakes his head, causing a spray of mist to fill the air. His hair must take forever to dry.
Laura, upon getting hit by the cold droplets, glares at the half-demon. "Great," She says sarcastically, "Now I'll smell like wet dog all day."
He bares his fangs, wishing to rip her to pieces. He's spent only an hour in her presence and he already can't stand her.
She, noticing the angry look on his face, smiles wickedly. "Down Boy." She commands.
He's seething. She has no right to demean him like that and he wishes to make her pay.
Van looks from Georgie, who's trying to pull Laura no Baka away from the demon, to Inu Yasha who is glaring at the stupid girl, to me. I'm probably the only one who looks in any way sane.
"Where are we?" He asks me.
I look at him curiously. I want to see those glorious wings. But that's not something to ask about. Instead I tell him where we are. "This used to be a Girl Scout camp and all of us gals are in Girl Scouts. But we've got the place to ourselves this summer. After the horrible summer we had last year, no kids really wanted to come back. We're on Lake Waletka, the camp is called AOC."
"But where is this?"
"Upstate New York."
"New York?"
"The United States?"
"Huh?"
Right. Van is from some other universe....I'm going to have to keep reminding myself that. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. You're here and that's that." Ugh. I'm so bad about talking to people I like. I get tongue tied around guys.
He frowns for a moment, thinking, then smiles. "It's nice here." He comments.
"I know. I've been coming here every summer for the past nine years. I love it." I smile happily. There couldn't be anything better than being at camp and surrounded by hot guys. Then I blush. I'm still in my accursed bathing suit. Bleh. It's not too bad looking, but I'm still self-conscious enough to hate wearing them.
"So, Van, how old are you?" Laura is right beside him, her quarrel with Inu Yasha forgotten already. She's such a fickle girl.
"Fifteen." He says sullenly. Laura's overbearing personality is a bit too much for him.
"I'm almost fourteen." She grins cheesily at him and he backs away.
Suddenly, Inu Yasha looks around in alarm. "Where are you?! I know you're there! I can smell you!!"
We all look at him like he's crazy. Who is he talking to? We see no one but each other.
A sheepish looking young man robed in purple and black emerges from the woods. He surveys the seen and, much to Inu Yasha's chagrin, saunters over to us like it's no big deal to be spying on people from the trees.
I am quite puzzled. "What are you doing here, Miroku? No one invited you."
Inu Yasha glares at him. "He doesn't need to be invited. He'll just show up any way if he knows girls are involved."
The monk smiles. "You know me too well, Inu Yasha. You see, I heard of this from the Demon Priest Xellos and I became quite curious. So I decided to investigate. I came through the woods only to see a scantily clad young woman speaking with the Half-Demon."
At this point, my face flushes scarlet. I am that "scantily clad" young woman, for he has seen me in my bathing suit.
"I liked what I saw," He continues, "So I decided perhaps I would stay for a while."
Laura is staring at him. Miroku is a very attractive man, with dark hair and eyes. He has a cute smile, he's caring and outgoing. He's also a shameless flirt.
But waste time with Laura? No...She is only thirteen. He may be a lecher, he may be promiscuous, and he may be a hentai freak, but no child molester is he.
He looks at Georgie, who's wearing a skimpy little tank top, then at me. I have a towel wrapped around my waist at this point, but my chest is covered only by the spandex of my bathing suit and it leaves very little to the imagination.
Rose comes parading along then, Gohan at her side. Gohan's looking happily around, taking in the sites of camp. He doesn't seem too confused about the fact that he was left in the middle of nowhere or that there are a bunch of teenage girls with no supervision running around the place.
"Look who I found!" She exclaims, "Marzie will be so happy!"
"Hi, Gohan!" Us girls chorus. Laura is eying him and I know she thinks he's cute too. Inu Yasha and Miroku look at him curiously. Van is sitting on the dock, his knees drawn up to his chest, staring out over the lake.
I look up and see Molly walking along the path, pulling Duo by the hand. They appear to be headed for the lodge, so I yell to Molly. "Hey, down here!"
She looks in our direction, then drags Duo down to waterfront. "I found Duo." She says, "And you'll never guess where!"
Georgie gives her a curious look. "Where?"
She laughs. "He was caught in that low-hanging tree between the flag pole and Robin Hood. His braid was snagged on a branch. I had to get him out."
I snicker. Poor Duo. That branch catches my hair all the time too.
The boys are mixing nicely with us, but not every one is here yet. We still don't know where Spike, Xellos, Goten, Wesker and Vash are, nor have Marz, Rini, Random, Krystan and Juno passed by Waterfront yet.
We make ourselves comfortable. The guys are mingling and talking to us, names are being exchanged. Molly is talking to Gohan about his brother. Georgie is sitting with Inu Yasha and Duo on the dock. Laura's busy ogling Miroku, so I sit down beside Van.
We talk a little bit. I tell him my name and how old I am. We talk about the differences between Fanelia and New York. It's kind of nice to have a normal conversation for once and we chat for a while before I notice the shadow looming over me.
I look up. There is Miroku staring down at me. "What?" I ask.
"You seem to be in charge here." He says calmly, "Would you please tell the little girl I'm not interested? She's been staring at me for a while and I do not go for children."
I frown and my brow furrows. "You mean Laura no Baka? She'll get over it. I highly doubt she's never seen so many attractive guys in one place at a time and it's blowing her mind."
He sits down beside me and sizes me up. I'm sitting here in this bright blue suit, basking in the sun. After assessing me in full, he nods his approval. My frown only deepens.
"What do you think you're doin', you sicko?" I demand of him.
His eyes light up and I can tell he approves of my temper too. "I meant no disrespect." He says in that quiet manner of his, "I just wanted a good look at what I was dealing with."
Van gives him a strange look. The young king knows nothing about the monk and his lecherous ways.
"Don't get any ideas, Miroku." I tell him, "I'm definitely not that kind of girl. I don't like guys leering at me." In truth, I don't mind. He's pretty harmless, when he wants to be. It surprises me that he's enjoying me so much, because I'm definitely not the most attractive girl present. It's flattering that he likes the way I look well enough to hover around me.
"I'm not getting ideas. They've always been there." He informs me as he sinks down beside me on the dock.
I smile in spite of what I've always thought about guys like Miroku; guys who think they can have any girl. I've never liked them. I thought they were stuck up. But I like Miroku. And that may cause problems.
Inu Yasha climbs dripping out of the lake and up onto the dock. His mass of hair is plastered to his back as are his bangs to his forehead. He and Van look at one another for a moment, then he looks at Laura who is still staring at the young king. "What," He mutters so that only I can hear, "Does he have that I don't?"
I pat him on the shoulder. "Trust me Inu Yasha, you don't want Laura no Baka paying attention to you. It's better this way. Poor Van..."
He shakes his head, causing a spray of mist to fill the air. His hair must take forever to dry.
Laura, upon getting hit by the cold droplets, glares at the half-demon. "Great," She says sarcastically, "Now I'll smell like wet dog all day."
He bares his fangs, wishing to rip her to pieces. He's spent only an hour in her presence and he already can't stand her.
She, noticing the angry look on his face, smiles wickedly. "Down Boy." She commands.
He's seething. She has no right to demean him like that and he wishes to make her pay.
Van looks from Georgie, who's trying to pull Laura no Baka away from the demon, to Inu Yasha who is glaring at the stupid girl, to me. I'm probably the only one who looks in any way sane.
"Where are we?" He asks me.
I look at him curiously. I want to see those glorious wings. But that's not something to ask about. Instead I tell him where we are. "This used to be a Girl Scout camp and all of us gals are in Girl Scouts. But we've got the place to ourselves this summer. After the horrible summer we had last year, no kids really wanted to come back. We're on Lake Waletka, the camp is called AOC."
"But where is this?"
"Upstate New York."
"New York?"
"The United States?"
"Huh?"
Right. Van is from some other universe....I'm going to have to keep reminding myself that. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. You're here and that's that." Ugh. I'm so bad about talking to people I like. I get tongue tied around guys.
He frowns for a moment, thinking, then smiles. "It's nice here." He comments.
"I know. I've been coming here every summer for the past nine years. I love it." I smile happily. There couldn't be anything better than being at camp and surrounded by hot guys. Then I blush. I'm still in my accursed bathing suit. Bleh. It's not too bad looking, but I'm still self-conscious enough to hate wearing them.
"So, Van, how old are you?" Laura is right beside him, her quarrel with Inu Yasha forgotten already. She's such a fickle girl.
"Fifteen." He says sullenly. Laura's overbearing personality is a bit too much for him.
"I'm almost fourteen." She grins cheesily at him and he backs away.
Suddenly, Inu Yasha looks around in alarm. "Where are you?! I know you're there! I can smell you!!"
We all look at him like he's crazy. Who is he talking to? We see no one but each other.
A sheepish looking young man robed in purple and black emerges from the woods. He surveys the seen and, much to Inu Yasha's chagrin, saunters over to us like it's no big deal to be spying on people from the trees.
I am quite puzzled. "What are you doing here, Miroku? No one invited you."
Inu Yasha glares at him. "He doesn't need to be invited. He'll just show up any way if he knows girls are involved."
The monk smiles. "You know me too well, Inu Yasha. You see, I heard of this from the Demon Priest Xellos and I became quite curious. So I decided to investigate. I came through the woods only to see a scantily clad young woman speaking with the Half-Demon."
At this point, my face flushes scarlet. I am that "scantily clad" young woman, for he has seen me in my bathing suit.
"I liked what I saw," He continues, "So I decided perhaps I would stay for a while."
Laura is staring at him. Miroku is a very attractive man, with dark hair and eyes. He has a cute smile, he's caring and outgoing. He's also a shameless flirt.
But waste time with Laura? No...She is only thirteen. He may be a lecher, he may be promiscuous, and he may be a hentai freak, but no child molester is he.
He looks at Georgie, who's wearing a skimpy little tank top, then at me. I have a towel wrapped around my waist at this point, but my chest is covered only by the spandex of my bathing suit and it leaves very little to the imagination.
Rose comes parading along then, Gohan at her side. Gohan's looking happily around, taking in the sites of camp. He doesn't seem too confused about the fact that he was left in the middle of nowhere or that there are a bunch of teenage girls with no supervision running around the place.
"Look who I found!" She exclaims, "Marzie will be so happy!"
"Hi, Gohan!" Us girls chorus. Laura is eying him and I know she thinks he's cute too. Inu Yasha and Miroku look at him curiously. Van is sitting on the dock, his knees drawn up to his chest, staring out over the lake.
I look up and see Molly walking along the path, pulling Duo by the hand. They appear to be headed for the lodge, so I yell to Molly. "Hey, down here!"
She looks in our direction, then drags Duo down to waterfront. "I found Duo." She says, "And you'll never guess where!"
Georgie gives her a curious look. "Where?"
She laughs. "He was caught in that low-hanging tree between the flag pole and Robin Hood. His braid was snagged on a branch. I had to get him out."
I snicker. Poor Duo. That branch catches my hair all the time too.
The boys are mixing nicely with us, but not every one is here yet. We still don't know where Spike, Xellos, Goten, Wesker and Vash are, nor have Marz, Rini, Random, Krystan and Juno passed by Waterfront yet.
We make ourselves comfortable. The guys are mingling and talking to us, names are being exchanged. Molly is talking to Gohan about his brother. Georgie is sitting with Inu Yasha and Duo on the dock. Laura's busy ogling Miroku, so I sit down beside Van.
We talk a little bit. I tell him my name and how old I am. We talk about the differences between Fanelia and New York. It's kind of nice to have a normal conversation for once and we chat for a while before I notice the shadow looming over me.
I look up. There is Miroku staring down at me. "What?" I ask.
"You seem to be in charge here." He says calmly, "Would you please tell the little girl I'm not interested? She's been staring at me for a while and I do not go for children."
I frown and my brow furrows. "You mean Laura no Baka? She'll get over it. I highly doubt she's never seen so many attractive guys in one place at a time and it's blowing her mind."
He sits down beside me and sizes me up. I'm sitting here in this bright blue suit, basking in the sun. After assessing me in full, he nods his approval. My frown only deepens.
"What do you think you're doin', you sicko?" I demand of him.
His eyes light up and I can tell he approves of my temper too. "I meant no disrespect." He says in that quiet manner of his, "I just wanted a good look at what I was dealing with."
Van gives him a strange look. The young king knows nothing about the monk and his lecherous ways.
"Don't get any ideas, Miroku." I tell him, "I'm definitely not that kind of girl. I don't like guys leering at me." In truth, I don't mind. He's pretty harmless, when he wants to be. It surprises me that he's enjoying me so much, because I'm definitely not the most attractive girl present. It's flattering that he likes the way I look well enough to hover around me.
"I'm not getting ideas. They've always been there." He informs me as he sinks down beside me on the dock.
I smile in spite of what I've always thought about guys like Miroku; guys who think they can have any girl. I've never liked them. I thought they were stuck up. But I like Miroku. And that may cause problems.