Age of winter: Chapter 6
I'm sooooooooo sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I've had like 3 school projects to do and I have one more to do so I'm pretty swamped. But remember, I'm the nicest chibi authoress in the whole, wide, fanfiction.com world! ^-^ Chapter 5 wasn't that funny, I know. I really didn't know what to write for it. I was writing on the go (in the car as you well know.) Anyone know why Yami is like the male star of the story? 'Cause I buy Yu-gi-oh cards just so I can flatten the picture of him on the package and keep it forever and ever and ever. ^-^ But that's just my obsessive love for dark, tall, cute bishies. That's why I love Sephiroth. ^-^ So…. that's the story. Forget it. I'm still thinking of writing my Final Fantasy fic. Anyone who knows how old Sephiroth is, PLEASE TELL ME!!! I MUST KNOW!!! Anyhow, I'm going to stop talking and start storywriting. Just as a word on the background here. Everyone who is 15 goes into the 10th grade. 16 is 11th grade and 17 is 12th. I know that's not how it usually works but that's how it works for someone like me.
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Once Nayru had told Yami about her little incident with the rhinestone horn, she decided to take up on his idea to enroll in a school. He had it harder. Kiyami had dragged him off to teach him to cook. The real reason Nayru was going to enroll was because she didn't want to be in the house while Yami was cooking. Kiyami couldn't cook an edible meal if it were to save her life. What could she teach him besides "Blowing up your house with only a stove and frying pan 101."? She didn't want to be around since she knew they'd blow something up or catch the place on fire. She was getting herself all primped up and putting makeup on to look her best.
' Wonder what grade you're in if you're only 16? Maybe if I tell them I'm 15, I can get a class with Yami-kun!" she thought excitedly. She quickly readjusted her makeup to make it look perfect. Aurora had cast a spell on her horn so it would disappear for about an hour so that she would be able to go outside. She then quickly swung her notebook bag over her shoulder and ran out the door. Since it was Saturday, it was the perfect day to enroll. She flipped her white knee length skirt to the side and pulled her light blue blouse down a bit. Her white high heel strap shoes made her look like she was going for a job interview. The people she was passing kept staring since they either thought she looked very nice, or very crazily stupid. Upon arriving at the school, she steeped quickly into the Principal's office. ( The principal is a woman and the school is now called Junai High School. Why? Cause it's my fic, that's why!)
" Excuse me, miss. I'd like to register for an enrollment." Nayru said officially.
" Don't you think it's a little late for you to enroll, young lady? It's October. School started two months ago." (At my school, the year starts in August and ends at the end of May. Weird, huh?) The principal groaned annoyed.
" I…uh… just moved here." She replied, quickly thinking up a good excuse.
" Oh really? You don't expect to register yourself alone, do you? No high school student can register without a parent." The principal snapped.
" Oh, I'm sorry. I don't believe you know who I am." Nayru said coolly. She whipped out her ID card, which she had made herself on her computer, and held it out to the principal. She simply looked at it and threw it back at her.
" As far as I know, there is only one Pegasus girl. And she's only 14. I think her name is Nirai."
" Then as far as you know isn't too far." Nayru snapped. She whipped out her cell phone and called her father.
" Hello." He said grievingly when he picked up his cell phone.
" Father, where are you? I need you to come down here and prove that I'm your daughter since I haven't been seen outside of my mansion in the last…oh… five years, maybe. No one knows I exist." Nayru said quickly.
" I'm still at your house being held hostage by Nirai. But I'll come down there…. If you pay me $150 for it."
" Grrrr….You greedy little snot. Fine. Have it your way. Just get here fast." Nayru growled. She turned off her phone and flung it into her bag and sat down in a chair, impatiently waiting for her father. She waited about 10 minutes before she heard the door open and her father walk in.
" Where's my money?" he asked impatiently. Nayru reached in her pocket and pulled out $150 and slammed it into
her father's hand.
" See?" she snapped to the principal, her words venomous. The principal wrote something down, reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a registration sheet. Nayru filled it out, was given a schedule, and left with her tongue stuck out at the principal, whose name she saw as she left was Ms. Takanari.
" See you later, Takanari-sama." Nayru hissed sarcastically.
" I'll be seeing you on Monday, young lady." Ms. Takanari said, trying not to insult the daughter of Pegasus.
" Whatever." Nayru laughed over her left shoulder. She skipped quietly out of the office, into her father's limo and directed the driver back to her house.
Meanwhile, in Nayru's kitchen, Yami was desperately trying to get one of the recipes right. His face was covered in burn marks from past failures.
" ARGH! Why do these always have to be so complicated?! What? It says "Add 1 tsp. vanilla extract." What's vanilla extract? How to you extract vanilla?!" Yami cried aggravated. He scanned the complicated recipe Kiyami had left him. She told him to bake some cookies. So far, he had spilled boiling water on his foot, dropped the floor so his hair ended up completely white, and dropped a glass and stepped on the shattered pieces by accident. The directions said to look in the spice cabinet for the vanilla. He pulled a chair over and stood on it and began searching the spice cabinet. He threw everything that that wasn't the vanilla out of the cabinet until he found the little bottle of vanilla extract hidden behind the pepper. He pulled it out and in the process hit his head on the top of the cabinet trying to pull himself out. Once he finally pulled his head out, he finished the recipe and put the cookies in the oven. Unfortunately, he didn't know the oven was really hot, touched it to see if it was hot and burned himself. That was when Nayru walked in.
" …..What are you doing?" she asked, staring at the glass on the floor and his white hair. " Are you trying to be Ryou? It's not working." She said giggled.
" Oh, shut up. I'm trying to follow your freakin' sister's yami's darn directions!!" he yelled. Nayru jumped and landed on a piece of glass, shattering it with her unreasonably high-heeled shoes.
" Well! Someone sure is whiny today. Here ya go. Hope ya like it." She snapped, walking up to him and handing him a piece of paper. He glanced at it and looked back up at her.
" If you're joking, that's cruel. If you're being sarcastic, that's even worse." He groaned. Nayru had copied her school schedule and given it to him so they could be in the same classes.
" Neither. You know I'd never do that to you! I just thought we should have classes together because you know how lonely I get." Nayru quivered, striking a sad puppy face. Yami just stared at her.
" You scare me sometimes, you know that?" Yami said.
" But you'll come anyway?!" Nayru asked, her eyes hopeful. Yami nodded slightly and she sprang into the air.
" I know I'm going to regret this." Yami sighed.
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Ok, ok, I'm a bad author. I just ran out of ideas for this. I'm gonna write yet another fic. It's fun to write new ones. I'll try to keep writing. Thanx for sticking with the fic! Any of you who want a small part in the next chapter, I need school girls (or boys but I'm at a loss of girls for the school) I need about 4 school girls and 2 teachers, don't care what gender the teachers are. If you wanna apply, just slip a mini profile of the character you want me to put in. Just a name, description, gender, and if you want a student part or a teacher part. If you can't do a review, just email me! It's first come-first serve so ya better hurry!