New Century
Chapter VI: Reunion and Past Stories
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Hiya. Since I'm bored and have not much else to do.end of school and all.I'm gonna do this chapter. Guess who makes his first (second, depends on how you look at it) appearance?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be famous and rich. Do you actually think I'd be writing this if I was famous and rich?
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Fifteen minutes later, after my strange.obsessive-compulsive breakout, we arrived at my house. I opened the door.
"I'm home!!" I shouted into the kitchen, which had the only lighted light in the house.
"Welcome home!" came the answering voice. I grinned slightly when I saw Domon pail.
"Impossible," Rain murmured.
"Oi! Kasshu, get out here! We have some guests!" I shouted. "Be polite," I added.
"Coming!" he shouted. "GACK!! THE CHICKEN'S BURNING!"
I sighed long-sufferingly, and looked back to the G-crew. "I'll be right back. Elder Kasshu likes playing with fire, I've learned."
I walked into the kitchen, leaving the G-crew in the hall with puzzled faces. "Can you fix the chicken?" Kyoji asked.
The "chicken" was a black ball. I stared at him like he was crazy. "Please say you didn't cook for your family," I replied in a pleading tone.
"No, mom did that," Kyoji said whistfully.
"Judging from the chicken, I'm glad she did," said a new voice. Kyoji whirled around. I stayed where I was.
"Kyoji, I'm sure you've met Domon before? He just turned up today, though how he got here I have no clue, but hey! No one cares, do they?" I turned around to see the two brothers staring at each other. "That's what I thought. I'll cook dinner, Ki-chan, okay?"
"'Nii-san, is that you?" Domon asked.
"Ototo-chan? How--Why--?"
"ONII-SAN!!!" Dmon cried, and launched himself at Kyoji like a two-year- old. I thought it was hilariously cute. Then I smelled smoke.
"THE PATAOES!" I shouted.
At the joint cries of "ONII-SAN!!" and "THE PATATOES!!", the others came running. What they saw made them stop in their tracks.
"Kyoji?!?" Rain cried. Kyoji looked at her fondly, messing with Domon's hair at the same time.
"Hey Rain," he answered, his eyes soft. And they all were completely ignoring me.
"Yep, just ignore the bearer, just ignore her," I muttered. And they did. So I tossed the potatoes and got out some instant macaroni and cheese. About.the whole case. I opened them up and poured them into a big bowl, added the water, and put fifteen minutes on the microwave. When I looked again at the others, they were all chatting happily.
I shook my head. How nice it would be to have a family.
Mine's gone.
I quietly left the kitchen, coming back fifteen minutes later to add the instant cheese and mix. They were still talking. I stood listening to them talk, mixing in the cheese. I was happy that my all-time-fave anime characters had come to life, and that they were here, and that Kyoji got to see his family again, but I felt so out of place. I finished mixing the cheese in, and set the bowl down on the counter.
"Hey guys, the food's done," I said. Kyoji turned his head.
"Macaroni again?" he asked sourly.
"Unless you want to try your hand at chicken again?" I asked.
"Uhhhh.no," he said. "What happened to the potatoes?"
I pointed.
"That's coal, Sis," Sai informed me.
"Coal-used-to-be-potatoes," I retorted. "Anyway, I'm not really hungry, so I'll be in my room. Kyoji'll show you around, I'm sure."
"Are you sure, Kayla?" Rain asked. I nodded my affirmation, and took my leave.
"Kayla?" Kyoji's voice called after me.
"Have fun!" I shouted back cheerily, and slammed my room door, locking it. "There, no interruptions," I muttered. I looked at my TV and VCR, then took a G Gundam video off of my shelf. I inserted it into the VCR, and played. The vid had the first three episodes in the Shinjuku arch. Depressing stuff. I felt depressed. It worked.
Seeing the Shuffles and their girls as they were.it brought back some memories.
I was an only child born to a middle-class family. My mother was the normal house-working wife, staying at home to take care of me while my father went off to work. Dad was a guidance counselor at the local high school. About seven years ago, when I was 13, we were all going to a big theme park that had just opened up. My father, who was at the wheel, wasn't looking and ran a red light.
If he had been looking, mom wouldn't have died.
He was thrown in jail for manslaughter; the guy he had run into was killed in the accident. Mom died after that; she had gotten badly injured in the crash. I was sent to an orphanage for the time being, until I was eighteen and could fend for myself.
Dad got out of jail, but he's only seen me once since then. He said I reminded him too much of Mom, and it hurt.
It got better when Kyoji came. My mind was more on getting him accustomed to this century than on my unseen father.
I guess seeing all the Shuffles laughing and talking like Mom and Dad used to talk with their friends.
I turned the volume up.
Sometimes it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.
If only it was that easy.
------------------------------------------------------------ Got a little.erm.sad at the end. Sorry about that. I thought I wouldn't get angst in here till later. Sadly, humor can't remain humor with a plot like I have in mind.
As always, review!
DarkDragon
Chapter VI: Reunion and Past Stories
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Hiya. Since I'm bored and have not much else to do.end of school and all.I'm gonna do this chapter. Guess who makes his first (second, depends on how you look at it) appearance?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be famous and rich. Do you actually think I'd be writing this if I was famous and rich?
------------------------------------------------------------
Fifteen minutes later, after my strange.obsessive-compulsive breakout, we arrived at my house. I opened the door.
"I'm home!!" I shouted into the kitchen, which had the only lighted light in the house.
"Welcome home!" came the answering voice. I grinned slightly when I saw Domon pail.
"Impossible," Rain murmured.
"Oi! Kasshu, get out here! We have some guests!" I shouted. "Be polite," I added.
"Coming!" he shouted. "GACK!! THE CHICKEN'S BURNING!"
I sighed long-sufferingly, and looked back to the G-crew. "I'll be right back. Elder Kasshu likes playing with fire, I've learned."
I walked into the kitchen, leaving the G-crew in the hall with puzzled faces. "Can you fix the chicken?" Kyoji asked.
The "chicken" was a black ball. I stared at him like he was crazy. "Please say you didn't cook for your family," I replied in a pleading tone.
"No, mom did that," Kyoji said whistfully.
"Judging from the chicken, I'm glad she did," said a new voice. Kyoji whirled around. I stayed where I was.
"Kyoji, I'm sure you've met Domon before? He just turned up today, though how he got here I have no clue, but hey! No one cares, do they?" I turned around to see the two brothers staring at each other. "That's what I thought. I'll cook dinner, Ki-chan, okay?"
"'Nii-san, is that you?" Domon asked.
"Ototo-chan? How--Why--?"
"ONII-SAN!!!" Dmon cried, and launched himself at Kyoji like a two-year- old. I thought it was hilariously cute. Then I smelled smoke.
"THE PATAOES!" I shouted.
At the joint cries of "ONII-SAN!!" and "THE PATATOES!!", the others came running. What they saw made them stop in their tracks.
"Kyoji?!?" Rain cried. Kyoji looked at her fondly, messing with Domon's hair at the same time.
"Hey Rain," he answered, his eyes soft. And they all were completely ignoring me.
"Yep, just ignore the bearer, just ignore her," I muttered. And they did. So I tossed the potatoes and got out some instant macaroni and cheese. About.the whole case. I opened them up and poured them into a big bowl, added the water, and put fifteen minutes on the microwave. When I looked again at the others, they were all chatting happily.
I shook my head. How nice it would be to have a family.
Mine's gone.
I quietly left the kitchen, coming back fifteen minutes later to add the instant cheese and mix. They were still talking. I stood listening to them talk, mixing in the cheese. I was happy that my all-time-fave anime characters had come to life, and that they were here, and that Kyoji got to see his family again, but I felt so out of place. I finished mixing the cheese in, and set the bowl down on the counter.
"Hey guys, the food's done," I said. Kyoji turned his head.
"Macaroni again?" he asked sourly.
"Unless you want to try your hand at chicken again?" I asked.
"Uhhhh.no," he said. "What happened to the potatoes?"
I pointed.
"That's coal, Sis," Sai informed me.
"Coal-used-to-be-potatoes," I retorted. "Anyway, I'm not really hungry, so I'll be in my room. Kyoji'll show you around, I'm sure."
"Are you sure, Kayla?" Rain asked. I nodded my affirmation, and took my leave.
"Kayla?" Kyoji's voice called after me.
"Have fun!" I shouted back cheerily, and slammed my room door, locking it. "There, no interruptions," I muttered. I looked at my TV and VCR, then took a G Gundam video off of my shelf. I inserted it into the VCR, and played. The vid had the first three episodes in the Shinjuku arch. Depressing stuff. I felt depressed. It worked.
Seeing the Shuffles and their girls as they were.it brought back some memories.
I was an only child born to a middle-class family. My mother was the normal house-working wife, staying at home to take care of me while my father went off to work. Dad was a guidance counselor at the local high school. About seven years ago, when I was 13, we were all going to a big theme park that had just opened up. My father, who was at the wheel, wasn't looking and ran a red light.
If he had been looking, mom wouldn't have died.
He was thrown in jail for manslaughter; the guy he had run into was killed in the accident. Mom died after that; she had gotten badly injured in the crash. I was sent to an orphanage for the time being, until I was eighteen and could fend for myself.
Dad got out of jail, but he's only seen me once since then. He said I reminded him too much of Mom, and it hurt.
It got better when Kyoji came. My mind was more on getting him accustomed to this century than on my unseen father.
I guess seeing all the Shuffles laughing and talking like Mom and Dad used to talk with their friends.
I turned the volume up.
Sometimes it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.
If only it was that easy.
------------------------------------------------------------ Got a little.erm.sad at the end. Sorry about that. I thought I wouldn't get angst in here till later. Sadly, humor can't remain humor with a plot like I have in mind.
As always, review!
DarkDragon