Disclaimer: I don't own Halloween, Yu Yu Hakusho, Fangirlitis, Chris, or my
other friends. But I DO own all my poker winnings. ^__________^
This is the epilogue, folks. After this chapter, there shall be no more Halloween nonsense until next year, in which I promise to put in some actual horror.
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Saturday morning, November 1st, 7:40 am:
Bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating the crowded living room. Bodies of various sizes were draped on chairs and sprawled out on the carpeted floor, amidst the technicolor wrappers of cheap Halloween candy. Blinking her grayish-green eyes, a certain red- haired kitsune cub groggily took in her surroundings. Right, they were at her apartment, and had partied all night long. The TV was still turned on and a paused screenshot of Excel Saga was on the twenty-seven inch screen. Playing cards were strewn about the dinner table and the two snoring demons, still holding their respective hands, were sprawled in uncomfortable positions. Scooch and Midge were curled up next to the comatose Kuwabara, and Atauro was busy trying flip tropical-flavored parrot food pellets into Eddie's mouth.
"What the hell happened here?" KKC mumbled, gingerly raising a clawed hand to her throbbing temples. "Oy vey..." The fox managed to shove her drooling step-brother off her shoulder and stumbled into the kitchen, checking her jean pockets for the eighty-seven dollars she had managed to scrape off of her friends by playing (and winning twenty-nine consecutive rounds) of poker just a few hours ago. Midge, one eye open, stretched and yawned before following KKC into the kitchen, hoping for a bit of breakfast.
The kitchen was almost as bad-- melting ice cream, caramel, and chocolate sauce coated the counter and the microwave's insides were still charred an unsightly yellow color, a lasting memoir of when KKC had put in a bag of popcorn for five minutes instead of three. The kitsune and kitten just stared at the gooey, icky, and altogether horrifying mess before sighing in frustration. "Bea-u-ti-ful." KKC muttered, and walked over to the bathroom, avoiding the puddles of various sundae toppings as best she could. "Ooh, we are gonna have frickin' field day cleaning this mess up." The teen-age kitsune stepped into the tiny bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a hairbrush from the bathroom counter and started to brush through her long (and thankfully gum-free) reddish-brown hair. After about five minutes of brushing later, she started on her tail and instantly noticed something was wrong, very wrong. Shivering, she looked at the long, silky appendage, only to see, to her horror, the large patches where some of the luxurious reddish fur had been shaved off. It took a minute or two for the reality of the situation to set in, but when it did, she opened her fanged mouth wide and shouted loud enough for the very heavens to hear, the name of the criminal whom had done such an atrocious act.
"CHRISTOPHER JAMES TOGNAZZIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
Back in the living room, said step-brother merely turned over, snorted, and fell into an even deeper (if that's possible)sleep; along with most of his other sugar-drained companions. Why bother getting up so early on a Saturday morning? And on the day after Halloween, to boot.
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Ah, yes... an average Salem Halloween in the life of Kawaii Kitsune Cub. There will be a Christmas fanfic, and I was thinking of doing something for National Hotdog Day. Well, okay, skip that last one. But there will be one for Christmas, I can assure you that. Until next time, Ciao.
-Kawaii Kitsune Cub
This is the epilogue, folks. After this chapter, there shall be no more Halloween nonsense until next year, in which I promise to put in some actual horror.
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Saturday morning, November 1st, 7:40 am:
Bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating the crowded living room. Bodies of various sizes were draped on chairs and sprawled out on the carpeted floor, amidst the technicolor wrappers of cheap Halloween candy. Blinking her grayish-green eyes, a certain red- haired kitsune cub groggily took in her surroundings. Right, they were at her apartment, and had partied all night long. The TV was still turned on and a paused screenshot of Excel Saga was on the twenty-seven inch screen. Playing cards were strewn about the dinner table and the two snoring demons, still holding their respective hands, were sprawled in uncomfortable positions. Scooch and Midge were curled up next to the comatose Kuwabara, and Atauro was busy trying flip tropical-flavored parrot food pellets into Eddie's mouth.
"What the hell happened here?" KKC mumbled, gingerly raising a clawed hand to her throbbing temples. "Oy vey..." The fox managed to shove her drooling step-brother off her shoulder and stumbled into the kitchen, checking her jean pockets for the eighty-seven dollars she had managed to scrape off of her friends by playing (and winning twenty-nine consecutive rounds) of poker just a few hours ago. Midge, one eye open, stretched and yawned before following KKC into the kitchen, hoping for a bit of breakfast.
The kitchen was almost as bad-- melting ice cream, caramel, and chocolate sauce coated the counter and the microwave's insides were still charred an unsightly yellow color, a lasting memoir of when KKC had put in a bag of popcorn for five minutes instead of three. The kitsune and kitten just stared at the gooey, icky, and altogether horrifying mess before sighing in frustration. "Bea-u-ti-ful." KKC muttered, and walked over to the bathroom, avoiding the puddles of various sundae toppings as best she could. "Ooh, we are gonna have frickin' field day cleaning this mess up." The teen-age kitsune stepped into the tiny bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a hairbrush from the bathroom counter and started to brush through her long (and thankfully gum-free) reddish-brown hair. After about five minutes of brushing later, she started on her tail and instantly noticed something was wrong, very wrong. Shivering, she looked at the long, silky appendage, only to see, to her horror, the large patches where some of the luxurious reddish fur had been shaved off. It took a minute or two for the reality of the situation to set in, but when it did, she opened her fanged mouth wide and shouted loud enough for the very heavens to hear, the name of the criminal whom had done such an atrocious act.
"CHRISTOPHER JAMES TOGNAZZIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
Back in the living room, said step-brother merely turned over, snorted, and fell into an even deeper (if that's possible)sleep; along with most of his other sugar-drained companions. Why bother getting up so early on a Saturday morning? And on the day after Halloween, to boot.
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Ah, yes... an average Salem Halloween in the life of Kawaii Kitsune Cub. There will be a Christmas fanfic, and I was thinking of doing something for National Hotdog Day. Well, okay, skip that last one. But there will be one for Christmas, I can assure you that. Until next time, Ciao.
-Kawaii Kitsune Cub