A/N: Hello! I've decided that I would try to make this as odd and funny as
possible. But I do need you help, sometimes I get stuck, so if you have ANY
ideas, preferably funny ones, things that Erin could do, or things that
could happen to her, wither tell me so in a review or email me! Do you have
my email address? If not it is: LeggieSama@comcast.net. I LOVE reviews (who
doesn't?) I love when you say I did something good, or bad, as long as it
is constructive criticism! Flames are stupid! Who would take the time to
write somebody just to say: "THIS SUCKS!" it is a waste of time and website
memory space! So anyways, I need a disclaimer. I own nothing except for
Erin and any of her friends who you have never heard of before. Well, on
with the story and enjoy!
"I have no fear. Failure is not an option." The figure moved slowly behind a couch, crouching down. There was about a foot of space between the wall and the couch. The figure looked out from the other side cautiously, surveying the area. The room was dim and the curtains closed. There was a single beam of light in the center of the room where dust could be seen floating through the air. The figure looked to it's left, then right, and decided to make a dash for the hallway. It ran and slammed itself up against a wall, flattening itself out so as not to be seen. It looked down the hallway at the door as it slowly opened. A person stepped out and walked in the opposite direction, away from the firgure. 'Here's my chance!' It thought, while running for the door. It quickly turned the knob, stepped inside, and shut the door quietly. This mission was very important, if the figure was detected there would most likely be torture. The figure turned away from the door and looked about the brightly lit room. There it was, the dresser. Inside the dresser was a most prized object, one that could be found nowhere else, more important than the holy grail, rarer than diamonds, more beautiful than gold, more sought after than all the riches of the world, the object could be sold for millions, it was the holiest of the holy, more valued than life itself. Inside the dresser was Mirai Trunks boxers. Erin silently crept towards the dresser and tentatively opened the top drawer. There it was, the jackpot. She wiped her mouth as a slight amount of drool trickled out. Moving quickly she grabbed a pair of black silk boxers and shut the drawer, turning to walk out of the room.
She froze. There were footsteps coming towards the door. She looked around for a hiding spot and quickly dove under the bed. She was barely pulling her feet in when the door opened. Turning so she could see who was there she smacked her head on the bottom of the bed.
"ITAI!" (ouch in Japanese for those who didn't know) she said quietly. Trunks turned sharply towards the noise. She held her breath and didn't move. Just GREAT! He was going to find her there.
'What was that?' she heard him think. 'Oh well, probably came from outside.'
She let out the breath she was holding. Trunks turned away from the bed and Erin could hear a shuffling noise. She turned too look as him just in time to see his shirt drop to the floor, quickly followed by his pants. Erin could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, then came her downfall. Floating to the floor, like a leaf in the wind, came the boxers. Trunks walked into his adjoining bathroom and closed the door. She scurried out from under the bed quickly and grabbed the pair of discarded boxers that Trunks had been wearing and dropped the ones she previously had. She was walking towards the door when she heard the knob to the bathroom door start to turn. Her eyes darted around madly, searching for a quick escape. The only place to hide was behind the bathroom door, which was opening. Would she have time? She ran over to the wall and once again flattened herself against it. The door swung open and slammed against her forehead.
She fought back the urge to yelp and sucked in a sharp breath. Trunks stopped. She froze. 'Hmm. There's that weird noise again.' He shook his head and walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed. 'I think I'll go find Erin now. She mentioned something about wanting to train.' She blanched.
He walked out his door and began making his way to her room. Erin jumped out from behind the bathroom door and began frantically running around in circles. 'WHAT DO I DO?! WHAT DO I DO?!' she screamed inside her head. There was no way she would be able to pass him and get to her room before he did. Just before she had snuck into his room she had told him that she would be in her room reading all day. She had PROMISED that she would be there, since they didn't want her roaming around and getting lost in their huge house.
Erin continued to run around in circles until her foot caught on something.
THUD!
"ITAI!" she screamed as her already sore head hit the heel of a shoe that was laying on the ground.
'What was that?!' she heard Trunks think. Erin quickly jumped up and looked around the room. Aha! The balcony. She ran outside and onto it just as Trunks ran into his room. He began to look around and she was about to panic once again. If he turned towards the balcony he would see her for sure! Then there would be some questions she didn't want to answer. The only place off was over the edge of the railing.
Then a thought occurred to her. Her room was right next door to his. Their balconies were separated by about twelve feet. She could jump that. Right? She looked over to her balcony with trepidation. It was the only way. Erin slowly stepped up onto the rail and tried to balance, wobbling slightly from side to side, using her arms so as not to fall. In her concentration she didn't hear Mirai give up and walk towards her room.
Looking at her balcony she prepared herself. 'Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look- SHIT! I looked down. I LOOKED DOWN!' she shut her eyes tightly and tried to focus on what she had to do. Without thinking about it she jumped. She felt so free. Just sailing through the air then she remembered that she had to grab onto something. She opened her eyes just in time to see the balcony railing falling away from her. With speed born of desperation she grabbed the very bottom of the railing with one hand.
Her whole body jerked from the sudden stopping of movement. Erin reached up with her other hand and held on like nothing else mattered. Which, at the moment, nothing else did matter. She tried to swing her leg up over the edge so she could climb up. There was no way she had enough strength to just pull herself up. No use. Then she heard knocking on her door.
"Erin? Are you in there?"
"Yeah! Hold on just a sec!"
With a new shot of adrenaline she quickly swung her leg up over the edge and pulled herself up. She was now standing on top of the railing. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. 'Hmm. I don't remember wearing a glove.' When she wiped her forehead she felt cloth. But that couldn't be right. Erin looked down at her hand, where Trunks boxers were located. 'Oh crap.'
Because she was distracted she didn't notice that she was losing her balance. She felt herself falling forward and looked up just as the floor was rising to meet her.
BAM!
"Hey are you alright in there?" Trunks asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"MMF!" she grunted from her position on the floor. She was lying flat on her stomach with her face pressed into the concrete. She rolled over as the door began to creak open. Thinking fast she threw the boxers over the edge of the balcony.
Trunks looked at her. She was lying on her back, on the balcony. She had a bruise on her forehead and her hair was completely messed up. He blinked. Then he blinked again.
'What a strange girl' he thought.
"I heard that!" Erin yelled across the room matter-of-factly. Then Trunks remembered that she could hear men's thought.
"Yup, that's right Pretty Boy. I can hear what you're thinking. If you're close enough that is." She was still lying on the floor.
Then there was a sudden loud noise, as though a thousand volcanoes were erupting all at once.
"WHO THREW THESE BOXERS ON MY HEAD?! I'M GONNA KILL THEM WHEN I FIND THEM! AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
Uh oh. That was Vegeta.
Erin paled, one big sweatdrop appearing on the back of her head.
"I have no fear. Failure is not an option." The figure moved slowly behind a couch, crouching down. There was about a foot of space between the wall and the couch. The figure looked out from the other side cautiously, surveying the area. The room was dim and the curtains closed. There was a single beam of light in the center of the room where dust could be seen floating through the air. The figure looked to it's left, then right, and decided to make a dash for the hallway. It ran and slammed itself up against a wall, flattening itself out so as not to be seen. It looked down the hallway at the door as it slowly opened. A person stepped out and walked in the opposite direction, away from the firgure. 'Here's my chance!' It thought, while running for the door. It quickly turned the knob, stepped inside, and shut the door quietly. This mission was very important, if the figure was detected there would most likely be torture. The figure turned away from the door and looked about the brightly lit room. There it was, the dresser. Inside the dresser was a most prized object, one that could be found nowhere else, more important than the holy grail, rarer than diamonds, more beautiful than gold, more sought after than all the riches of the world, the object could be sold for millions, it was the holiest of the holy, more valued than life itself. Inside the dresser was Mirai Trunks boxers. Erin silently crept towards the dresser and tentatively opened the top drawer. There it was, the jackpot. She wiped her mouth as a slight amount of drool trickled out. Moving quickly she grabbed a pair of black silk boxers and shut the drawer, turning to walk out of the room.
She froze. There were footsteps coming towards the door. She looked around for a hiding spot and quickly dove under the bed. She was barely pulling her feet in when the door opened. Turning so she could see who was there she smacked her head on the bottom of the bed.
"ITAI!" (ouch in Japanese for those who didn't know) she said quietly. Trunks turned sharply towards the noise. She held her breath and didn't move. Just GREAT! He was going to find her there.
'What was that?' she heard him think. 'Oh well, probably came from outside.'
She let out the breath she was holding. Trunks turned away from the bed and Erin could hear a shuffling noise. She turned too look as him just in time to see his shirt drop to the floor, quickly followed by his pants. Erin could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, then came her downfall. Floating to the floor, like a leaf in the wind, came the boxers. Trunks walked into his adjoining bathroom and closed the door. She scurried out from under the bed quickly and grabbed the pair of discarded boxers that Trunks had been wearing and dropped the ones she previously had. She was walking towards the door when she heard the knob to the bathroom door start to turn. Her eyes darted around madly, searching for a quick escape. The only place to hide was behind the bathroom door, which was opening. Would she have time? She ran over to the wall and once again flattened herself against it. The door swung open and slammed against her forehead.
She fought back the urge to yelp and sucked in a sharp breath. Trunks stopped. She froze. 'Hmm. There's that weird noise again.' He shook his head and walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed. 'I think I'll go find Erin now. She mentioned something about wanting to train.' She blanched.
He walked out his door and began making his way to her room. Erin jumped out from behind the bathroom door and began frantically running around in circles. 'WHAT DO I DO?! WHAT DO I DO?!' she screamed inside her head. There was no way she would be able to pass him and get to her room before he did. Just before she had snuck into his room she had told him that she would be in her room reading all day. She had PROMISED that she would be there, since they didn't want her roaming around and getting lost in their huge house.
Erin continued to run around in circles until her foot caught on something.
THUD!
"ITAI!" she screamed as her already sore head hit the heel of a shoe that was laying on the ground.
'What was that?!' she heard Trunks think. Erin quickly jumped up and looked around the room. Aha! The balcony. She ran outside and onto it just as Trunks ran into his room. He began to look around and she was about to panic once again. If he turned towards the balcony he would see her for sure! Then there would be some questions she didn't want to answer. The only place off was over the edge of the railing.
Then a thought occurred to her. Her room was right next door to his. Their balconies were separated by about twelve feet. She could jump that. Right? She looked over to her balcony with trepidation. It was the only way. Erin slowly stepped up onto the rail and tried to balance, wobbling slightly from side to side, using her arms so as not to fall. In her concentration she didn't hear Mirai give up and walk towards her room.
Looking at her balcony she prepared herself. 'Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look- SHIT! I looked down. I LOOKED DOWN!' she shut her eyes tightly and tried to focus on what she had to do. Without thinking about it she jumped. She felt so free. Just sailing through the air then she remembered that she had to grab onto something. She opened her eyes just in time to see the balcony railing falling away from her. With speed born of desperation she grabbed the very bottom of the railing with one hand.
Her whole body jerked from the sudden stopping of movement. Erin reached up with her other hand and held on like nothing else mattered. Which, at the moment, nothing else did matter. She tried to swing her leg up over the edge so she could climb up. There was no way she had enough strength to just pull herself up. No use. Then she heard knocking on her door.
"Erin? Are you in there?"
"Yeah! Hold on just a sec!"
With a new shot of adrenaline she quickly swung her leg up over the edge and pulled herself up. She was now standing on top of the railing. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. 'Hmm. I don't remember wearing a glove.' When she wiped her forehead she felt cloth. But that couldn't be right. Erin looked down at her hand, where Trunks boxers were located. 'Oh crap.'
Because she was distracted she didn't notice that she was losing her balance. She felt herself falling forward and looked up just as the floor was rising to meet her.
BAM!
"Hey are you alright in there?" Trunks asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"MMF!" she grunted from her position on the floor. She was lying flat on her stomach with her face pressed into the concrete. She rolled over as the door began to creak open. Thinking fast she threw the boxers over the edge of the balcony.
Trunks looked at her. She was lying on her back, on the balcony. She had a bruise on her forehead and her hair was completely messed up. He blinked. Then he blinked again.
'What a strange girl' he thought.
"I heard that!" Erin yelled across the room matter-of-factly. Then Trunks remembered that she could hear men's thought.
"Yup, that's right Pretty Boy. I can hear what you're thinking. If you're close enough that is." She was still lying on the floor.
Then there was a sudden loud noise, as though a thousand volcanoes were erupting all at once.
"WHO THREW THESE BOXERS ON MY HEAD?! I'M GONNA KILL THEM WHEN I FIND THEM! AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
Uh oh. That was Vegeta.
Erin paled, one big sweatdrop appearing on the back of her head.