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Grrr.stupid politics..I just don't like them right now, no offense. Here is the next chappie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amiee came walking up to the tree house. Her face caked with dirt, her hair matted with twigs. She didn't like full moons. She held Jockie tightly and made her way up the ladder. She noticed one thing wrong, the door was wide open.
"Hello?!" she yelled into the desolate house. No answer. She looked around; it was the same way she left it, a mess.
"I wonder where everybody went?" she said looking from side to side. She sniffed the air. Amiee was very good at tracking; she still had the nose of a wolf in her human form. She started to follow the scent of A.R. She usually smelt like blood and something like cold metal. She climbed down the ladder and sniffed her way towards the city.
Yusuke and Keiko were walking on the sidewalk talking about something. They heard a rude honk.
Amiee stood in the middle of the road, eyes closed, walking with her head slightly tilted up. Cars screeched out of the way, as she made it to the other side of the street.
"What the hell is she doing?" yelled Yusuke.
Keiko and Yusuke instantly ran over to her and stopped her right where she stood.
"What are you doing Amiee?!" he yelled at the still sniffing girl. She opened her blue eyes and said, "A.R.'s gone."
"What?!" Yusuke said grabbing Amiee by the shoulders.
"Let me go!" he let go and she continued, "When I came home, she was gone. I smelt someone else around so I'm following her smell so I can find her and tell her off!"
"That isn't like A.R." Keiko said softly. Amiee nodded and started sniffing the air again.
"What are you doing?" Yusuke asked with a quizzical look on his face. Amiee turned to him.
"I can smell A.R. around here. I'm going to find her, she might be in trouble. Wait, scratch that, someone might be in trouble," Amiee smiled and went back to walking/sniffing.
"She we follow her?" Yusuke asked Keiko. She nodded. They followed the sniffing 5 year old.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.R. was definitely pissed. She sat in a cushiony chair that was pulled up to a table covered in a lacy cloth. Two adults sat opposite of her. Two kids sat either side of her. She kept the scowl on her face and didn't touch the food that was put in front of her.
"Armanda Rose, you must eat," said the woman in the most cheerful voice. A.R. was frozen in her spot.
It was explained to her later, after she woke up. Some law says that A.R. can't live with Amiee. They needed "proper" care under "adult" supervision. In other words, she was put in a foster home. They didn't find Amiee, they kept on questioning A.R. until she was about to punch every tooth out of there mouth. They said they'll ask later.
Now, she was in the worst place ever made. It was a pure fictional home. If you have ever seen the stereotype families where the mom always wears dresses and cook cookies everyday. The dad smokes a pipe and reads the newspaper, always wears business suit; that was it. This also includes the mini-them children. A little girl that plays with dolls and wears pretty pink dresses. Then there is the brother, a clean-cut jock that has trophies lining his room.
The boy was named John, the girl Delilah. The parents just wanted to be called Ms and Mr. Itaka.
"Armanda Rose, why aren't you eating?" said Mrs. Itaka delicately. A.R. just kept staring at her plate. John was woofing down every scrape of food on his plate. Delilah was taking little lady-like bits like a good little girl should ((ugh)).
"What are anorexic or sometin?" John sputtered. A.R. glared at him.
"John!" snapped the mother. He smiled evilly and went back to eating.
"Daddy, I'm finished my dinner. Can I have my fifteen minutes of television?" said Delilah. 'FIFTEEN MINUTES???' thought A.R.
"Yes you may honey," Mr. Itaka said to his daughter. She smiled widely thanked him, and pranced into the family room.
"Hey dad, can we play football after dinner?" said John wiping his mouth.
"Sure son," he replied standing up. A.R. took her chances.
"Can I play too?" she asked in a stern voice. The mother frowned then smiled and said, "Let's let the men play sports. Wouldn't you love to sew or play with Delilah with her dolls?"
A.R. sneered and said, "I want to play football." John laughed.
"You?! Girls can't play football!" he said almost falling out of his chair laughing.
"You might get hurt dear," said the father, great, he is going with Mrs. Itaka.
"I can play football, and DON'T call me dear!" she snapped. John just kept laughing.
"Shut your trap Johnny boy. You probably couldn't throw a decent pass," she said, literally trying to keep her voice down. John stopped laughing and stared at A.R.
"I bet you can't even kick a football right," he said. The father butted in, "Okay you two. Now both of you, to your rooms."
John AND A.R. snorted and started to walk. John up the stairs, A.R. towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Mrs. Itaka. A.R. slouched and said, "To my room, seven miles from here."
"Your room is up there now," she said politely. A.R. glared at her and walked up the stairs to her "room".
It was horrible. First of all it was PINK. The walls were covered in a pink floral pattern that matched the bed. The closet was full of dresses and skirts. A.R. wasn't able to grab her stuff after the services took her into custody. She was provided an all new wardrobe. She still hadn't taken off her clothes she wore for the past day. She sat on the bed, which sank under her. It was WAY too fluffy. She crossed her arms and sighed. She wasn't going to go quietly..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Amiee, we have been walking for an hour, can't we just stop?" moaned Yusuke, Amiee wasn't listening. Yusuke sighed and put his hands behind his head.
Amiee finally stopped because Hiei was in a tree.
"Oi, Hiei?!" she yelled up into the large tree.
"Hn," he grunted in reply.
"Have you seen A.R. anywhere? She's been missing for hours now!" she yelled in her squeaky voice. Hiei's head appeared from a branch.
"No, what do you mean missing?" he asked. Yusuke butted in, "Amiee here said that when she got home, A.R. wasn't there. She smelt someone else's scent in the house. She has been following A.R.'s scent for an hour now, still no sign of her!"
Hiei jumped down and walked over to them. "I'll use my jagan to find her, keep looking." He then turned into a blur, jumping off somewhere.
Amiee blinked, "Uh, I kinda just lost her scent."
"What?!" yelled Yusuke. Amiee repeated, "I just lost her scent, it's gone."
Yusuke anime fell and said, "I guess Hiei has to find her now."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiei stood on top of a roof. It was an anonymous roof; he didn't know what it was. He removed his bandana and closed his eyes. He looked around with his jagan.
'Where are you?' he thought, looking through the streets and crowded plazas. Faces, in the sea of faces, nothing. 'How could one with so much power disappear like that?' he thought, now looking through the school campuses and the cluster of houses.
'Wait, what was.?' he thought, retracing where he saw it. In a house, the top left window. It was A.R. She was pacing around. Hiei smiled, 'Finally.'
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A.R. was now planning her escape. She could blast the door open, but somehow, that tranquilizer stuff affected her powers, she was now only as string as a average adult ningen ((did I spell it right this time??)). She groaned and sat back on the fluffy pink bed.
'She is in there alright,' thought Hiei, looking through the window. A.R. noticed his ki and looked out the window. Two ruby eyes looked through the six layers of glass. ((The people who lived here are WAY over protective. They have thick glass windows that were bolted down. They also had six locks on the door. Weird huh?))
She lightened up and ran to the window and started to say something. Hiei couldn't hear a word. It was also sound proof. She could see he was clueless in what she was saying.
"Hiei! Can you get me out of here?" she said clearly. He closed his eyes and opened his jagan, to read her mind. He was hit with a load of curses and profanities in a different language, draconic ((language of the dragons)). She was clearly furious. He sent her a telepathic message: "Why don't you get out?"
He heard her response, 'I can't just leave it like that. Watch.' She pulled her fist back and hit the glass as hard as she could ((right then)). It didn't even crack; she pulled her hand back and rubbed her bleeding knuckles. A bloody imprint was on the glass, she started to suck her knuckles, clearing them of blood. Hiei almost laughed. ALMOST.
A.R. narrowed here eyes and said, "Get me the*something in dragon* out of here!" Hiei shook his head and took his katana out. A.R. started to wave her arms violently, saying no. 'What?' he asked. She frowned and shrugged, motioning to him never mind. He blinked and pressed the tip of his sword to the glass, it slid in like a hot knife through butter.
He pushed it through all the layers until he could turn it. It screeched as he moved it into the shape of a circle. A.R. was leaning against the door. When he finished, a large disc-shaped chunk shattered on the floor. A.R. sighed in relief and crawled through the opening. A knock at the door startled both of them.
"Armanda? Armanda Rose? Is everything alright?" said the cheery voice of Mrs. Itaka.
"Uh..yeah, just tripped!" she said in a nervous voice. Hiei snorted and jumped back into the tree. A.R. following him.
"I thought I would never climb a tree again," she said putting her back against the rough bark and stretching.
"Why were you in there?" asked Hiei. He was sitting on the opposite branch.
"Ningen law, I can't live alone because I'm a minor," she said jumping off the branch. Hiei snorted again and disappeared with a blur.
"Thanks, anyway," whispered A.R., hands in her pockets, walking down the street.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.R. made it home. She was happy until she found the red-faced Amiee ready to explode sitting at the door.
"Armanda Rose, where have you been?!"
"Do I have to explain?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I was arrested for robbery," she said plunking herself onto a beanbag ((have you noticed they don't have any chairs?? Only beanbags ^_^))
"You lie," Amiee said, narrowing her sky blue eyes. A.R. nodded and cracked her neck.
"If you aren't going to tell me, then I have to hurt you," she said with a VERY evil grin on her chibi face.
A.R. snorted and snapped, "What could you possibly do?"
Amiee reached into her pocket and pulled out a little silver thing. It looked like a whistle with little markings on it. A.R. looked at it and instantly backed away against the wall.
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT???!!!!" she yelled, her eyes wide.
"The pet shop," Amiee said in a cold tone. She put the little whistle to her lips and blew. No sound came out to ningens, but A.R. DEFINITELY heard it. She had her hands over her ears and was moaning. Dogs started barking.
Amiee stopped and giggled. A.R. looked like her hair was brushed the wrong way, she was fuming, her hair in fly-away. She was glaring daggers at Amiee. Amiee giggled.
"Don't.do that.again," stuttered A.R., she couldn't even hear herself.
Just at the minute Dante walked in, back from her vacation. She had a tan and her hair was fuller ((it grows when she spends a long time in lava)). A.R. was still glaring at Amiee. Amiee ran over to Dante and jumped up to her.
"Dante! You're home, you're home!" she squealed choking Dante with her hug.
"Nice to see ya to squirt. Now, please let go," Amiee let go and jumped down, "How's it going A.R.?"
"WHAT?" yelled A.R., she still couldn't hear. "HOW IS IT GOING A.R.?!" yelled Dante. A.R. glared at Amiee and yelled, "I still can't hear you. Amiee blew the dog whistle!"
Dante picked up the discarded whistle and looked at it oddly. She put it to her lips and blew. It looked like A.R. was having a seizure. Dante stopped, she didn't hear a thing. A.R. looked murderously at Dante. She ran up, snatched the whistle and broke it in half.
"If I see you with one of these again." she started yelling to Amiee. The werewolf only smiled and blew into a whistle that mysteriously appeared in her hand. A.R. went into another episode.
Dante was looking at the window. "We have a mob of dogs sitting down there."
Amiee instantly stopped and ran out the door yelling, "DOGGIES!"
A.R. rubbed her ears and growled low. "K'so, Amiee."
Dante laughed and blinked. She was glad A.R. didn't hear that.she would be unsheathing her sword and chopping her head off.literally.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YAY! Another chappie!! *stops celebrating* Okay, I get WAY ahead of myself..I have a good sequel in mind....and I don't even know what the next chapter is going to be!! ^_^;
Grrr.stupid politics..I just don't like them right now, no offense. Here is the next chappie.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amiee came walking up to the tree house. Her face caked with dirt, her hair matted with twigs. She didn't like full moons. She held Jockie tightly and made her way up the ladder. She noticed one thing wrong, the door was wide open.
"Hello?!" she yelled into the desolate house. No answer. She looked around; it was the same way she left it, a mess.
"I wonder where everybody went?" she said looking from side to side. She sniffed the air. Amiee was very good at tracking; she still had the nose of a wolf in her human form. She started to follow the scent of A.R. She usually smelt like blood and something like cold metal. She climbed down the ladder and sniffed her way towards the city.
Yusuke and Keiko were walking on the sidewalk talking about something. They heard a rude honk.
Amiee stood in the middle of the road, eyes closed, walking with her head slightly tilted up. Cars screeched out of the way, as she made it to the other side of the street.
"What the hell is she doing?" yelled Yusuke.
Keiko and Yusuke instantly ran over to her and stopped her right where she stood.
"What are you doing Amiee?!" he yelled at the still sniffing girl. She opened her blue eyes and said, "A.R.'s gone."
"What?!" Yusuke said grabbing Amiee by the shoulders.
"Let me go!" he let go and she continued, "When I came home, she was gone. I smelt someone else around so I'm following her smell so I can find her and tell her off!"
"That isn't like A.R." Keiko said softly. Amiee nodded and started sniffing the air again.
"What are you doing?" Yusuke asked with a quizzical look on his face. Amiee turned to him.
"I can smell A.R. around here. I'm going to find her, she might be in trouble. Wait, scratch that, someone might be in trouble," Amiee smiled and went back to walking/sniffing.
"She we follow her?" Yusuke asked Keiko. She nodded. They followed the sniffing 5 year old.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.R. was definitely pissed. She sat in a cushiony chair that was pulled up to a table covered in a lacy cloth. Two adults sat opposite of her. Two kids sat either side of her. She kept the scowl on her face and didn't touch the food that was put in front of her.
"Armanda Rose, you must eat," said the woman in the most cheerful voice. A.R. was frozen in her spot.
It was explained to her later, after she woke up. Some law says that A.R. can't live with Amiee. They needed "proper" care under "adult" supervision. In other words, she was put in a foster home. They didn't find Amiee, they kept on questioning A.R. until she was about to punch every tooth out of there mouth. They said they'll ask later.
Now, she was in the worst place ever made. It was a pure fictional home. If you have ever seen the stereotype families where the mom always wears dresses and cook cookies everyday. The dad smokes a pipe and reads the newspaper, always wears business suit; that was it. This also includes the mini-them children. A little girl that plays with dolls and wears pretty pink dresses. Then there is the brother, a clean-cut jock that has trophies lining his room.
The boy was named John, the girl Delilah. The parents just wanted to be called Ms and Mr. Itaka.
"Armanda Rose, why aren't you eating?" said Mrs. Itaka delicately. A.R. just kept staring at her plate. John was woofing down every scrape of food on his plate. Delilah was taking little lady-like bits like a good little girl should ((ugh)).
"What are anorexic or sometin?" John sputtered. A.R. glared at him.
"John!" snapped the mother. He smiled evilly and went back to eating.
"Daddy, I'm finished my dinner. Can I have my fifteen minutes of television?" said Delilah. 'FIFTEEN MINUTES???' thought A.R.
"Yes you may honey," Mr. Itaka said to his daughter. She smiled widely thanked him, and pranced into the family room.
"Hey dad, can we play football after dinner?" said John wiping his mouth.
"Sure son," he replied standing up. A.R. took her chances.
"Can I play too?" she asked in a stern voice. The mother frowned then smiled and said, "Let's let the men play sports. Wouldn't you love to sew or play with Delilah with her dolls?"
A.R. sneered and said, "I want to play football." John laughed.
"You?! Girls can't play football!" he said almost falling out of his chair laughing.
"You might get hurt dear," said the father, great, he is going with Mrs. Itaka.
"I can play football, and DON'T call me dear!" she snapped. John just kept laughing.
"Shut your trap Johnny boy. You probably couldn't throw a decent pass," she said, literally trying to keep her voice down. John stopped laughing and stared at A.R.
"I bet you can't even kick a football right," he said. The father butted in, "Okay you two. Now both of you, to your rooms."
John AND A.R. snorted and started to walk. John up the stairs, A.R. towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Mrs. Itaka. A.R. slouched and said, "To my room, seven miles from here."
"Your room is up there now," she said politely. A.R. glared at her and walked up the stairs to her "room".
It was horrible. First of all it was PINK. The walls were covered in a pink floral pattern that matched the bed. The closet was full of dresses and skirts. A.R. wasn't able to grab her stuff after the services took her into custody. She was provided an all new wardrobe. She still hadn't taken off her clothes she wore for the past day. She sat on the bed, which sank under her. It was WAY too fluffy. She crossed her arms and sighed. She wasn't going to go quietly..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Amiee, we have been walking for an hour, can't we just stop?" moaned Yusuke, Amiee wasn't listening. Yusuke sighed and put his hands behind his head.
Amiee finally stopped because Hiei was in a tree.
"Oi, Hiei?!" she yelled up into the large tree.
"Hn," he grunted in reply.
"Have you seen A.R. anywhere? She's been missing for hours now!" she yelled in her squeaky voice. Hiei's head appeared from a branch.
"No, what do you mean missing?" he asked. Yusuke butted in, "Amiee here said that when she got home, A.R. wasn't there. She smelt someone else's scent in the house. She has been following A.R.'s scent for an hour now, still no sign of her!"
Hiei jumped down and walked over to them. "I'll use my jagan to find her, keep looking." He then turned into a blur, jumping off somewhere.
Amiee blinked, "Uh, I kinda just lost her scent."
"What?!" yelled Yusuke. Amiee repeated, "I just lost her scent, it's gone."
Yusuke anime fell and said, "I guess Hiei has to find her now."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiei stood on top of a roof. It was an anonymous roof; he didn't know what it was. He removed his bandana and closed his eyes. He looked around with his jagan.
'Where are you?' he thought, looking through the streets and crowded plazas. Faces, in the sea of faces, nothing. 'How could one with so much power disappear like that?' he thought, now looking through the school campuses and the cluster of houses.
'Wait, what was.?' he thought, retracing where he saw it. In a house, the top left window. It was A.R. She was pacing around. Hiei smiled, 'Finally.'
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A.R. was now planning her escape. She could blast the door open, but somehow, that tranquilizer stuff affected her powers, she was now only as string as a average adult ningen ((did I spell it right this time??)). She groaned and sat back on the fluffy pink bed.
'She is in there alright,' thought Hiei, looking through the window. A.R. noticed his ki and looked out the window. Two ruby eyes looked through the six layers of glass. ((The people who lived here are WAY over protective. They have thick glass windows that were bolted down. They also had six locks on the door. Weird huh?))
She lightened up and ran to the window and started to say something. Hiei couldn't hear a word. It was also sound proof. She could see he was clueless in what she was saying.
"Hiei! Can you get me out of here?" she said clearly. He closed his eyes and opened his jagan, to read her mind. He was hit with a load of curses and profanities in a different language, draconic ((language of the dragons)). She was clearly furious. He sent her a telepathic message: "Why don't you get out?"
He heard her response, 'I can't just leave it like that. Watch.' She pulled her fist back and hit the glass as hard as she could ((right then)). It didn't even crack; she pulled her hand back and rubbed her bleeding knuckles. A bloody imprint was on the glass, she started to suck her knuckles, clearing them of blood. Hiei almost laughed. ALMOST.
A.R. narrowed here eyes and said, "Get me the*something in dragon* out of here!" Hiei shook his head and took his katana out. A.R. started to wave her arms violently, saying no. 'What?' he asked. She frowned and shrugged, motioning to him never mind. He blinked and pressed the tip of his sword to the glass, it slid in like a hot knife through butter.
He pushed it through all the layers until he could turn it. It screeched as he moved it into the shape of a circle. A.R. was leaning against the door. When he finished, a large disc-shaped chunk shattered on the floor. A.R. sighed in relief and crawled through the opening. A knock at the door startled both of them.
"Armanda? Armanda Rose? Is everything alright?" said the cheery voice of Mrs. Itaka.
"Uh..yeah, just tripped!" she said in a nervous voice. Hiei snorted and jumped back into the tree. A.R. following him.
"I thought I would never climb a tree again," she said putting her back against the rough bark and stretching.
"Why were you in there?" asked Hiei. He was sitting on the opposite branch.
"Ningen law, I can't live alone because I'm a minor," she said jumping off the branch. Hiei snorted again and disappeared with a blur.
"Thanks, anyway," whispered A.R., hands in her pockets, walking down the street.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.R. made it home. She was happy until she found the red-faced Amiee ready to explode sitting at the door.
"Armanda Rose, where have you been?!"
"Do I have to explain?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I was arrested for robbery," she said plunking herself onto a beanbag ((have you noticed they don't have any chairs?? Only beanbags ^_^))
"You lie," Amiee said, narrowing her sky blue eyes. A.R. nodded and cracked her neck.
"If you aren't going to tell me, then I have to hurt you," she said with a VERY evil grin on her chibi face.
A.R. snorted and snapped, "What could you possibly do?"
Amiee reached into her pocket and pulled out a little silver thing. It looked like a whistle with little markings on it. A.R. looked at it and instantly backed away against the wall.
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT???!!!!" she yelled, her eyes wide.
"The pet shop," Amiee said in a cold tone. She put the little whistle to her lips and blew. No sound came out to ningens, but A.R. DEFINITELY heard it. She had her hands over her ears and was moaning. Dogs started barking.
Amiee stopped and giggled. A.R. looked like her hair was brushed the wrong way, she was fuming, her hair in fly-away. She was glaring daggers at Amiee. Amiee giggled.
"Don't.do that.again," stuttered A.R., she couldn't even hear herself.
Just at the minute Dante walked in, back from her vacation. She had a tan and her hair was fuller ((it grows when she spends a long time in lava)). A.R. was still glaring at Amiee. Amiee ran over to Dante and jumped up to her.
"Dante! You're home, you're home!" she squealed choking Dante with her hug.
"Nice to see ya to squirt. Now, please let go," Amiee let go and jumped down, "How's it going A.R.?"
"WHAT?" yelled A.R., she still couldn't hear. "HOW IS IT GOING A.R.?!" yelled Dante. A.R. glared at Amiee and yelled, "I still can't hear you. Amiee blew the dog whistle!"
Dante picked up the discarded whistle and looked at it oddly. She put it to her lips and blew. It looked like A.R. was having a seizure. Dante stopped, she didn't hear a thing. A.R. looked murderously at Dante. She ran up, snatched the whistle and broke it in half.
"If I see you with one of these again." she started yelling to Amiee. The werewolf only smiled and blew into a whistle that mysteriously appeared in her hand. A.R. went into another episode.
Dante was looking at the window. "We have a mob of dogs sitting down there."
Amiee instantly stopped and ran out the door yelling, "DOGGIES!"
A.R. rubbed her ears and growled low. "K'so, Amiee."
Dante laughed and blinked. She was glad A.R. didn't hear that.she would be unsheathing her sword and chopping her head off.literally.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YAY! Another chappie!! *stops celebrating* Okay, I get WAY ahead of myself..I have a good sequel in mind....and I don't even know what the next chapter is going to be!! ^_^;
