Kitaro~sama: Ah ha! I bet you people didn't know I usually write comedic
fan fiction? Huh?! I bet ya didn't! XD
Yami-Zoe: Shut up.
Kitaro~sama: That was cruel! *waterfall tears* BUT! Did you also know I usually write about anime!?!?
Yami-Zoe: ..I did.
Kitaro~sama:.....I would hope so Zoe. I would hope so. -_-
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Chapter 2
Whiskers
The doorbell rang, and from the bathroom I heard the familiar sound that comes around this time every year.
"Trick or treat!" the little kids screamed.
As I was putting on my whiskers, I could hear mother talking to the children as she handed them each a granola bar.
"Oh! What adorable costumes! We have a cute little pirate, and a ninja, and oh my. We even have a tiger. Well, lets see what we have for the cute little trick or treaters." I could hear her hand rustle against the plastic wrapping of the candy as she pulled out, "Well look! We have granola bars! How lucky are you kids!? Here you go, and happy Halloween!" I heard the door shut, and my mother plop herself on the living room couch.
It was sickening how my mother was acting. My mother and father hated Halloween. Every year my mother would put on this little act when the trick- or-treaters came around. She would be so surprised at their "cute" little costumes, which she had seen on every other child in the past, and then she would give them "candy". Well, this year the kids were lucky. In past years, she would just wrap rocks up in paper, claiming it was candy. I felt sorry for the children.
I stuck on my last whisker and put on the last little bit of my makeup. I took a step or two back so that I could see myself in the mirror. I had worked so long on my costume, and I wanted to make sure it looked perfect. This year, I was going as a black cat. I had every detail down. I had black cat ears pinned to my head. This was to make sure they didn't fall out, and to keep my long, wavy brown hair out of the way. I wore black whiskers, three on each cheek, and had special pink makeup on my nose, which ran down to my lips, which were lavished in purple lipstick. Around my eyes I had black markings, so that in a way it would make me look more Egyptian. It also brought out the purple in my eyes. Along with this I wore blue mascara. Around my neck was a black choker with a large silver bell, a necklace in which had a large star with a circle around it, and a steel ball necklace. My shirt was black and was made out of a material that took the shape of ones body. The sleeves were a black mesh material that ran down to my thumbs. Around my wrists I wore small rubber bracelets, a steel ball bracelet, and on one finger a small ring. My fingers had fake nails on them that were suppose to resemble claws. Around my waist, I wore a black leather belt with silver nubs. My pants were a tight black material with small buckles along the sides of my legs. Slipped through the back belt loop was a long, fluffy, black tail with a white tip. My shoes what very large, black, and leather that shone in the light. "Perfect," I said to myself and headed out of the bathroom downstairs.
As I made my way down the stairs, I peered down at my parents. My father was sitting in his large, green recliner watching the news. In one hand he held a beer, and in the other was the television remote. He was dressed as a devil, a very cheap devil if I may add. He wore tiny red horns that he had made out of construction paper, long red underwear, and on the floor lay a pitchfork made out of cardboard. Oh, and may I add, he had drawn on his mustache with Crayola marker. Yes, like I said, he was very cheap. On the other hand, my mother put a little more effort into her costume. She bought hers, but at least it was decent. She was dressed as a witch, and a pretty nasty one, that she was. With a long black gown and black pointed hat, she also had the green face paint along with warts to complete the outfit. Heck, she even had a broom, which she kept by the front door.
"Oh great, I guess that costumes means you plan on going out," my mother said while she refilled the candy bowl with more granola bars.
"Yes mother. You know that Halloween is my favorite holiday. Of course I am going to go out."
"I like your costume kid, makes ya pretty lookin'," said my drunken father winking at me.
"Well, I expect you to be back before ten o'clock. Do you hear what I say?"
"Yes mother, I do."
"Get lots o candy sweet cheeks," said a now smirking devil.
"Oh, plan to," I said. At that I stepped outside through our front door and started on my way into the backyard and to my pumpkin patch.
Kitaro~sama:..Hey, where's Ari-san at!?
Ari-san: I'm over here!
Kitaro~sama: What are you doing? Are you typing!?! O_O
Ari-san: Yep. I'm also updating my Kenshin fic! ^_^
Kitaro~sama: *sniffle* But. you're suppose to be reading my story! *sniffle*
Ari-san: ........oh... well it can wait. ^_^
Kitaro~sama: No one cares about this... Y_Y
Yami-Zoe: Oh yea, sure. -_-
Yami-Zoe: Shut up.
Kitaro~sama: That was cruel! *waterfall tears* BUT! Did you also know I usually write about anime!?!?
Yami-Zoe: ..I did.
Kitaro~sama:.....I would hope so Zoe. I would hope so. -_-
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Chapter 2
Whiskers
The doorbell rang, and from the bathroom I heard the familiar sound that comes around this time every year.
"Trick or treat!" the little kids screamed.
As I was putting on my whiskers, I could hear mother talking to the children as she handed them each a granola bar.
"Oh! What adorable costumes! We have a cute little pirate, and a ninja, and oh my. We even have a tiger. Well, lets see what we have for the cute little trick or treaters." I could hear her hand rustle against the plastic wrapping of the candy as she pulled out, "Well look! We have granola bars! How lucky are you kids!? Here you go, and happy Halloween!" I heard the door shut, and my mother plop herself on the living room couch.
It was sickening how my mother was acting. My mother and father hated Halloween. Every year my mother would put on this little act when the trick- or-treaters came around. She would be so surprised at their "cute" little costumes, which she had seen on every other child in the past, and then she would give them "candy". Well, this year the kids were lucky. In past years, she would just wrap rocks up in paper, claiming it was candy. I felt sorry for the children.
I stuck on my last whisker and put on the last little bit of my makeup. I took a step or two back so that I could see myself in the mirror. I had worked so long on my costume, and I wanted to make sure it looked perfect. This year, I was going as a black cat. I had every detail down. I had black cat ears pinned to my head. This was to make sure they didn't fall out, and to keep my long, wavy brown hair out of the way. I wore black whiskers, three on each cheek, and had special pink makeup on my nose, which ran down to my lips, which were lavished in purple lipstick. Around my eyes I had black markings, so that in a way it would make me look more Egyptian. It also brought out the purple in my eyes. Along with this I wore blue mascara. Around my neck was a black choker with a large silver bell, a necklace in which had a large star with a circle around it, and a steel ball necklace. My shirt was black and was made out of a material that took the shape of ones body. The sleeves were a black mesh material that ran down to my thumbs. Around my wrists I wore small rubber bracelets, a steel ball bracelet, and on one finger a small ring. My fingers had fake nails on them that were suppose to resemble claws. Around my waist, I wore a black leather belt with silver nubs. My pants were a tight black material with small buckles along the sides of my legs. Slipped through the back belt loop was a long, fluffy, black tail with a white tip. My shoes what very large, black, and leather that shone in the light. "Perfect," I said to myself and headed out of the bathroom downstairs.
As I made my way down the stairs, I peered down at my parents. My father was sitting in his large, green recliner watching the news. In one hand he held a beer, and in the other was the television remote. He was dressed as a devil, a very cheap devil if I may add. He wore tiny red horns that he had made out of construction paper, long red underwear, and on the floor lay a pitchfork made out of cardboard. Oh, and may I add, he had drawn on his mustache with Crayola marker. Yes, like I said, he was very cheap. On the other hand, my mother put a little more effort into her costume. She bought hers, but at least it was decent. She was dressed as a witch, and a pretty nasty one, that she was. With a long black gown and black pointed hat, she also had the green face paint along with warts to complete the outfit. Heck, she even had a broom, which she kept by the front door.
"Oh great, I guess that costumes means you plan on going out," my mother said while she refilled the candy bowl with more granola bars.
"Yes mother. You know that Halloween is my favorite holiday. Of course I am going to go out."
"I like your costume kid, makes ya pretty lookin'," said my drunken father winking at me.
"Well, I expect you to be back before ten o'clock. Do you hear what I say?"
"Yes mother, I do."
"Get lots o candy sweet cheeks," said a now smirking devil.
"Oh, plan to," I said. At that I stepped outside through our front door and started on my way into the backyard and to my pumpkin patch.
Kitaro~sama:..Hey, where's Ari-san at!?
Ari-san: I'm over here!
Kitaro~sama: What are you doing? Are you typing!?! O_O
Ari-san: Yep. I'm also updating my Kenshin fic! ^_^
Kitaro~sama: *sniffle* But. you're suppose to be reading my story! *sniffle*
Ari-san: ........oh... well it can wait. ^_^
Kitaro~sama: No one cares about this... Y_Y
Yami-Zoe: Oh yea, sure. -_-