Title: Insight into reincarnation.
Author: ChibiSamiSala
Rating: PG-13 for Gen-chan's mouth
Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own FY, Nuriko, or a pair of socks that are not full of holes. I'm not complaining, I like having holes in my socks, their more comfortable, but it just places the point that if I was making money off of it I would have three dressers full of funky toe socks. ^__^.
Author's Note: There is no RyuuYanagiCho@messangerman.net, or is there a bottomlesspitgurl@hotmail.com, or a SeishukuHeika@netaddress.com as far as I know. And if there is, please don't e-mail them, because I doubt you will get Nuriko or Miaka's reincarnation. If they say they are, run away because it is a crazy person and probably will stalk you. That is my warning! Also, the updates on this fic will solely depend on how you peeps review. Quality counts more then quantity, and one line reviews only serve to depress me in the long run. So **big puppy dog eyes** really tell me what you liked and didn't. Thanks to you all.
Chapter Two
"God damn, mother fuckin', computer!!" A loud roar filled the air of the café as soon as we entered. Kaen glanced over at me and rolled her eyes.
"Seems like Genrou is here already." She whispered to me just as the red head noticed us. With an angry jerk, Genrou stood up and stormed over to me, gripping my wrist in an iron lock, and dragging me back to where the laptop was sitting on his table.
Eeek.
" Gen-chan, having problems again? Did you try-" I asked sheepishly, trying not to stock the fire that was Genrou Kou, only to be cut off by his gruff reply.
"Don't start that refresh shit with me. I've already tried." He growled, forcefully sitting me down in front of the computer and pointing at the obvious can not find server sign. "Fix it ya computer nerd." I looked up at his gold eyes and blinked, then hesitantly clicked the 'Connect internet' button on the bottom of the screen. Kaen snickered behind me and started arguing with Genrou about how incapable he was with any mechanical item.
As soon as the yahoo.com page came up on the screen, Genrou bounced back over to me and began to grin, a wide fangy smile. "Shit Ryuuen! How the fuck did you fix it?"
"He connected the internet dimwit." Kaen drawled, smacking him in the back of the head.
Do they have to fight every time they see each other?
"Slut!"
"Bastard!"
Apparently so. I sighted, no matter how good of friends we three were, I could never get over how easily those two fought. "Genrou. Mind if I check my e-mail real quick?"
"Sure. Now back to you-" I tried to drown out my friend's voices and the abnormal stares we were getting from the people who were not patrons to this café like ourselves. Those who normally came here had gotten used to Kaen and Genrou's squabbles, and quite a few of the old men had started betting on them. The small cry of 'Mail call, mail call, MAIIL CAAALL' snapped me out of my reverie, drawing my eyes back to the screen only to be greeted with a large surprise
21 new mail. Unconsciously I inhaled deeply, attracting blank stares from both redheads.
"Damn Ryuuen, who do you know who would send you 21 fuckin' e-mails?" Genrou asked, scratching the back of his head.
I….don't know. For some reason I was very scared to find out. Kaen watched quietly as I opened the inbox and deleted all the spam. Ohh I hate you spam. You should die in the most horrible duck related accident possible.
"See that's better. Only …..11 left. " Kaen stated, trying to be reassuring, but only ending up making me even more nervous. 10 of them were from the same person, all of them were replying to my post.
"Don't worry, if it's a fuckin' stalker. I'll kick his ass."
"How would you do that if he's on a computer Gen-chan?"
"I would virtually kick his ass." That earned a good smack upside the head from Kaen as I worked up the nerve to open the first e-mail.
Why do I feel so nervous. Its just an e-mail. Its not like its life shattering. I can just delete it and get a new e-mail address if someone's messing with me.
Click.
To: Ryuuyanagicho@messangerman.net
From: Bottomlesspitgurl@hotmail.com
Subject: Post Reply.
Sorry to bother you but my name is Miaka Yuuki, and I was wondering if we can meet.
Miaka Yuuki. That sounded really familiar, steeling my self, I went to the next message.
To: Ryuuyanagicho@messangerman.net
From: Bottomlesspitgurl@hotmail.com
Subject: Post Reply.
Sorry to bother you again. I'm not a stalker. Me and Taka would really like to meet you. Do you think you could meet us somewhere? We live in Tokyo, how bout you? Please reply, I think I know what is wrong.
"Wow, this chick is a fuckin' weirdo. Damn. Who announces their not a stalker unless they are?" Genrou mumbled as I continued down the list. Each one was like the last, insisting that we meet with rising urgency, Miaka slowly giving out her phone number, address, and page in hopes that I would respond. I had only posted that note three hours ago. How did she find it so fast?
Maybe she IS a stalker, I should bring Genrou along when I meet her. With a blink I shook the thought out of my head. What was I doing, I had already agreed to meeting this girl, I bit my lip and selected the last letter, this one shocking me more then any of the former.
To: Ryuuyanagicho@messangerman.net
From: SeishukuHeika@netaddress.com
Subject: Reply post.
Nuriko?
Nuriko? Nuriko? Why is that familiar? Heika?
"Hotohori?" I mumbled, not really listening to myself, if it hadn't been for Genrou's remark, I wouldn't have even know that I said it.
"Huh? Do you know this guy?"
"What?" I asked dazedly, setting my hazel eyes on the now worried man.
"Do you know this fuckin guy. Nuriko? Who the hell is that? And who's Hotohori; they've sure got some fucked up names! " Genrou poked at my shoulder as I began to reply to one of Miaka's e-mails.
"I don't know. But I think I should meet this Miaka."
"Ryuuen, do you think that is smart. You don't even know this person; it might be a child rapist." Kaen asked, worry evident in her tone.
"That's why I'm taking Genrou with me. He'll be my bodyguard."
"Hell yeah! That'll be twenty bucks an hour."
"Gen-chan!"
"What? You'd fuckin' want to get paid if you were a bodyguard too!"
"Gen-chan…" I sighed pathetically, my bottom lip wobbling dangerously and my rose colored eyes growing large. Kaen snickered as I inched towards Genrou, pulling my hands up under my nose, and sniffling like a five year old. "Gen-chan…please?" At this point the poor boy was looking for some type of escape, as I reached out and tugged on his sleeve, forcing tears to well up in my eyes.
"Fine god damnit!! You might as well be a FUCKING GIRL!" He growled, sitting down. Kaen gave me a piece sign and I reverted to my normal self, rolling my eyes to said comment, and happily typing away a response.
To: bottomlesspitgurl@hotmail.com
From: Ryuuyanagicho@messangerman.com
Subject: Re: Reply post
Where could we meet?
I replied and turned to Genrou, handing him his laptop and smiling lightly. "Tell me if there is a response, k?" I asked and he nodded, mumbling random curses under his breath as he searched up things on Samurai Deeper Kyou. "Wanna get something to eat Kaen?"
"Sure." She answered, picking up her bag up and joining me at the counter and began pondering which the more logical choice was. I ordered a big turkey salad and she got a pepperoni pizza.
"Kaen! What is the fuckin' name of this street?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Parcel Avenue!" Someone who was sitting behind Genrou shouted helpfully. Kaen slapped some bills on the counter for me and headed towards the table.
"Why you asking?"
"Oh Miaka's coming here."
"WHAT?!?" Both her and I shrieked, causing the cashier to jump back out of shock.
"You told her to come here?"
oh god oh god oh god.
"Yeah, what the hells wrong with that?"
"Why?!?!?" I took the change from the man and carried my food over to the table, leaning close to red-head. "You're the one who said she was a stalker."
"Yeah, that's why I want her to come now instead of when your alone and helpless."
"I am not helpless!!"
"Ryuuen, your dog could beat you up." He stated flatly and I glowered at him. Licorice was a sheltie and would loose fights to my kitten.
Damn you, Genrou!
I screwed up my face and punched him strait in the
arm, causing the entire limb to turn red. He yelped in pain, falling over in
the booth gripping his arm, and glaring death at me. "WTF?!?!??"
Kaen snickered at this
arrangement, her blue eyes traveling from Genrou and focused on the screen of
the computer. She set down the pizza on a caddy and leaned over the keyboard. While
we were ordering, Said man and Miaka had started up an IM and relayed a
conversation that lead to Genrou, or as his screen name was, FieryBanditKyou, The
last of the posts being, I will be there
shortly. Don't leave please! ^____^ v .
"How far are you from here?" Kaen read the post that Genrou had written and then the response that told him that in about a half an hour they would be there
"That was written around 15 minutes ago..." She looked over to me with a worried expression. "Ryuuen, your all white. Are you ok?"
"Yeah."
NO Damn it I am not!
I felt woozy and afraid and worried, and expectant all at once, an for some reason, my chest was having a weird tingling sensation, like the feeling you get when your feet fall asleep. I closed my eyes and sat down, actually having to think to keep my breathing normal.
I wanna go home! Genrou how could you do this to me?
"Alright, I'm going, bye-bye!" I stated quickly, standing up and heading for the door, only to be stopped by Kaen wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling to keep me inside. Unfortunately, she pulled a little to hard and we went toppling over on the black and white tiled ground. "KAEN!!"
OW? Why me?
"Eek! Ryuuen, geroff!!"
"I cant, my arm is stuck in your satchel!"
"Damn it THIS WASN'T SAPOSTA HAPPEN!" All the while we were struggling to untangle ourselves, Genrou had fallen out of the booth laughing, his half eaten piece of pizza sitting on his grungy shirt. Some of the customers where ignoring us, others were chuckling about how they had acted the same in the good old days; and the ones who weren't patrons were watching us laughing. Finally, after a few ripped articles of clothing and a broken satchel strap, I was able to sit up, my purple hair a mess and my torn shirt half fallen of. Kaen looked just as bad, her maroon hair had partially fallen out of its twist and her shirt had ridden up in a strange position. Genrou died from laughter, banging his fist on the tile in what seemed like an attempt to break said ground. Kaen growled at him and lifted the Satchel, chucking it in Gen-chan's face with enough force to bounce him into the pole that was holding the round table up. There was a faint dangle of bells from the door as someone entered the café.
"Ryuuen?" came a soft voice, semi-childish and female, that was quivering as the owner of said voice stared at me with her hands clasped over her mouth. I turned around, staring at who I could only guess was Miaka, she was shorter then me by about a foot, with mousy brown hair that fell over her shoulders in slight waves, her brown eyes wide and glassy, as if she was about to cry. Next to her stood a man taller then me or maybe even Genrou, with turquoise hair and blue eyes, staring incredulously at me, as if he believed I was a ghost. He gaped as I stood up, dusting off my shirt and righting it.
"Hello, your Miaka right? Sorry about my appearance, I-" My apology was cut of as the brunette dashed forward and hugged me fiercely, nearly returning me to my place on the ground. "Eh?"
"NURIKO!!" She sobbed, burying her face into my shirt, tears wetting my shirt. I just stood there, baffled.
Why is there a girl I hardly know, crying into my shirt?
Kaen stared at us both, and then up at the man who had accompanied Miaka here, who was now staring at her and pointing. Genrou pealed the satchel from his face and climbed up; drawing the guy's attention to him now, in which his eyes became twice the size as before if that was humanly possible.
"Soi? Tasuki?"
What is going on here?
^__________^.
Maha. There you go, there is the second chapter. So what do you think so far? I have been nice, and I've updated before the ten reviews only because I want to write this. But this time, I must have 10 reviews. You hear me? 10 reviews! Thanks you!
Omake:
Ryuuen: Alright, I'm leaving. Bye bye!
Kaen: **tackles** NO!
**both fall to ground**
Ryuuen: why wont you let me leave?!
Kaen: Because **dramatic pause** I love you!
Ryuuen: Really? OH KAEN!
**proceeds to have make out fest**
Genrou: Hey! Let me in on the fun!
Omake Two:
Ryuuen: Eh? Genrou? Why did you bring a laptop to a CAFÉ? I didn't even know you were computer literate!
Genrou: Oh but I am dearest Ryuuen. Despite my foolish acts, I am actually a great genius, only rivaled by Chiriko!!
Ryuuen: O.O
Genrou: Not really, just fuckin with ya!
Ryuuen: **dies from former shock**
Review Responses:
A girl and her muses: **looks offended** I can write on what I want so sod on you! ^_^ yeah, I know, I should be working on twisted fate, but I have to rewrite the first chapter because I cant find it, figure out the plot for the next few chapters, (There's so much that's going to be going on @_@) And I wanted to take a break and write this fic that I've been planning for a while. I will update Twisted fate, just not soon. Don't worry.
Amyfushigiyugi: I will don't worry
Carol: I have haven't I? I will update as soon as I get 10 reviews but that doesn't mean I won't still be writing. For all you know, I have the third chapter already done!
Saihitei Seishuku: Thanks, I hope that it really is as good as you say. Hotohori is going to be a great part of this story. When he meets Hotohori its going to be funny.
Hotohori: Hello! I am Saihitei!
Ryuuen: Holy shiznit! **dramatic pause** I'M HOMOSEXUAL!!
Lol. I thought that was funny when I started figuring out this story. Thanks for not doing a one liner. At least you read my authors note.
Aino Utena: There you go, there is Gen-chan. I love Kaen and Ryuuen's relationship. They are such great friends. You'll see how tight the two of them are later in the story. Thanks for the first review Tena!
