Blind Date: 1 (BAD DATE)
By Rachel Dyson
~Text~ = Thoughts
Your eyes burst open, you glance over at your alarm clock, and you squeal with bounds of joy. "Yeay!!! Time to start the day off right! 5:30 A.M.!" You jump off of your bed after doing a "happy dance", and you bolt into the kitchen before your mother could even open her mouth. You place yourself at the table, smiling ear to ear. Your mother shakes her head in shame. "You took your pill, right?" You grin even more, and shake your head very slowly, then in a hyper-speed motion. Your mother sighs. "You better take it. Your friend's coming over around nine." She then places a plate, stacked up with about 11 pancakes, in front of you. Without hesitation, you dive your face right into it. ~Why did I even bring this tortured soul into existence?~ your mother thinks. Tortured? Nay! Nay I say! You're too busy being HAPPY to be tortured!
After completing three plates of the amount earlier stated, you slightly burp in a lady-like manner, and then say, "Excuse me... Hee-hee!" You bolt back into your room, and, hesitantly, you pick up the bottle of pills you were asked to take. Many a time, you were asked to take them ALL AT ONCE. Oh well, you don't "do" dares. You rattle the bottle, then smile. You seem to like that noise... a little TOO much. You jump up on top of your smiley-faced covered, rainbow-y colored, TOO-HAPPY-TO-BE-TORTURED, bed. Jumping up and down, rattling the bottle, you are apparently in your "happy place".
Five minutes later, your happy place diminishes. Your mother yelled for you to stop, because the noise, oh, the unbearable noise, was getting to her. Darn... and you were thinking about joining a band or something with your talent. You put the bottle down, still refusing to pop a pill, and look into your mirror. Hee-hee! You see yourself, blonde hair all messed up, and still in your smiley-faced covered, rainbow-y colored, TOO-HAPPY-TO-BE-TORTURED, p.j.'s. Hah! You take your brush, run it through your shoulder-length hair, and happily hum a tune to yourself. Then, without your mother's consent, you take out a king-sized Hershey bar. A small burst of sugar and caffeine won't hurt you, right?
WRONG!!! Hee-hee! By the time your friend knocked on your door, you were so buzzed on a sugar high that even being shot in the head would make you die of laughter. -Sigh- Oh well. You opened the door, saw your friend, and gave them a HUGE hug. "Nice... to... see you... TOO???" replies your friend to your greeting. You laugh and let them in. Now sitting in your room, which still scares your friend to this day (EVIL SMILEY FACES!!!), you both are chatting. Finally, after an hour of just listening to your jabbering, your friend stops you and says, "Okay... yeah... NICE. Now, listen... there's this one guy. He's kind of scary, dark, and mysterious. He seems nice, but... I'm not too sure. Well, anyways, he's looking for a date. I said I know someone, but they might not be what you're looking for. He didn't care, as long as they don't annoy him. I told him that might be a possibility, but only if they ate 33 pancakes and a Hershey bar." You smirk, then giggle. ~Hah!~ "Oh, and if they didn't take their 'pill'. That's what I told him. Whatcha think?" You nod your head, then squeal with boundless joy. Your friend gets the message. You'll go. But... maybe you SHOULD have taken that pill...
Well, your friend left. They couldn't take your room any longer. You remember that they said to meet him by the beach... and that he's already there. You dress in your smiley-faced covered, rainbow-y colored, TOO-HAPPY-TO-BE-TORTURED, two-pieced swimsuit. After putting on a shirt and a pair of jeans, you beg your mom for permission to go to the beach. She agreed, as long as you had someone with, and a floaty, just in case. You agreed, but left the floaty at home. You headed out the door...
The beach was only 10 minutes away, so you walked there in no time. Strolling up to the gate, you walk trough it and see no one around. ~Where did everybody go?~ You turn, and THERE! Right behind you, is your date. You're POSITIVE it's him. Well, at least you THINK so. You open your arms, and squeeze the poor guy to death. "Will...-gasp-... you PLEASE... -gasp gasp-... UNHAND ME???" You let him go, and he staggers for a second or two while taking deep breaths. "Who are you???" You sing your name, and he nods with a questionable face. "Uh-huh... Hn. I'm Hiei. I suppose you're my 'date'." You jump up and down, then stop when he shakes his head. "You don't like that?" He vigorously shook his head and went to sit on a nearby bench. You sit right next to him, and poked his shoulder numerous times. He finally sighed, then said, "What? What do you want?" You shrug and go back to the poking. 'I must know this... Did you eat anything today?" You nod. "Yup! 33 pancakes and a Hershey bar! Oh, but don't tell my mom that! She'll MAKE me take my pill!" A short pause follows. "You DIDN'T take your pill, DID you?" You shake your head no and smile. "I must be going, then..." He gets up, but you pull on his black coat and yank him down so hard he falls on top of you. "Where do you think YOU'RE going? Huh?" He squirms to get up, after recovering from your sudden move. "I need to go! Woman, you scare me!" You refuse. "No! You're my date, so you stay with me till I say so!" Not trying to be mean, but POOR HIEI! (Don't hurt me!) Well, Hiei, in a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, whimpered! He sat up, in a pouty attitude, and grumbled as he sat there, staring at you.
You, on the other hand, were in your "happy place". Since this was the first date you've been on, ever, this was a totally new and exciting experience. You got up, then pulled on his arm and dragged him over to a concession stand. He was clawing the ground all the way there. You couldn't tell that this was worse than HELL for him. You were in your own little world at this point. He reluctantly bought you a bottle of water, and was dragged back over to the bench. You glugged it down, then hugged him again. Actually, it was more of another SQUEEZE. Yeah. He squirmed in your grasp, and gasped occasionally. You decided to let go, since he was turning a pretty purple color. Your friend always reminded you that squeezing people until they're purple equals no more friend. Or boyfriend, in this case. He slowly tried to get up, but remembered your reaction to doing that before, so he sat back down. "May I PLEASE leave?" You shook your head "no". "You stay with ME! Now, let's go SWIMMING!!!" You grabbed his arm, dragging him while you skip to the shoreline. Yet again, he was clawing the ground all the way. "Now, please stop this nonsense! I refuse to swim!" You took off your clothes, revealing your (before stated) swimsuit. Hiei groaned and put his hand to his forehead and sighed. "Why? WHY didn't I listen to your friend? She warned me about you... I should have taken her advice..."
You jump in the water, splashing some at Hiei. Hiei growled and tried to control his anger. "I really want to leave now." You purposely make a huge splash, and Hiei gets soaked. He then flashes his eyes red, and jumps into the water. He starts running after you, all the while, you start running away with a giddy laugh. He finally catches you, and he strangles you and holds you under the water. For a few minutes. While evilly cackling. (I think he snapped)
You, still under the water, were enjoying the attention. Hiei was still holding you under, but then thought ~Wait a second... isn't it wrong to mess with the crazies? Dammit! Why???~ He then let you come back up to the surface, and walked away. You stood up, disappointed, and pointed at him as he walked out of the water. "Hey! Come back here!!!" Hiei froze. "You want me to kill you, don't you?" You laugh. "Well, I guess you could leave... if you take me home first!!!" Hiei turned around, groaned, then reluctantly nodded. "Fine. I'll do it."
You ran out of the water, jumping at Hiei. Hiei dodged your move, but made sure you didn't fall. You grabbed your clothes, put them on, then linked arms with a stressed out Hiei. Hiei sluggishly walked you out of the beach area, then down the street to your house. It wasn't even lunchtime yet, so the sun was still rising to overhead. About five minutes away from your house, your sugar rush comes to a crash-and-burn termination. You started off with a smile, but then it gradually diminished into a grim-looking stare. Hiei looked over at you, then his eyes grew wide when he saw your face. "What's the matter?" You look over at him, then look forward again. "Nothing." Hiei smirks. "What happened to your 'giddiness'? You seem so... DEPRESSED!" You sigh, then smirk. "No sugar rush. I'm low on fuel." Hiei nods in agreement, then smiles. "I feel like I like this side of you BETTER... Are you like this often?" You then state, monotone, "Hardly." He frowns, but still keeps his pace up with yours.
Finally, you reach your house. Your mother was already outside, waiting for you. "Why didn't you bring your floaty?" You shrug. "You didn't take your pill, either! Here! Take it, now." She held out the pill, and you took it and swallowed it. Hiei just stood there, speechless. All of a sudden, your mood grows more solemn. You look down at your clothes, then moan. "What am I WEARING?" You run into the house, change, then come back out. You were wearing a black tank-top, and black shorts. Your hair was tied back, and your face was expressionless. Hiei smiled. "So, this is what happens when you take your pill..." Your mother went inside. You closed the door, then sat down on the step. "I HATE being HYPER..." Hiei was... still smiling. "Would you mind doing something again? If you take your pill?" You looked over at him, scowling. "You're too... MEAN. I don't like you." "What? I'M mean? I wouldn't be talking!" "Then don't." Hiei got frustrated, so he walked away. You yelled after him, "Bye-bye now! Jerk!" Hiei stopped, unsheathed his sword, then came at you. You stood up, and didn't even move. Hiei stopped just before the katana would have sliced through you, and looked at you. "I can't do it. It's not right to mess with the crazies." He sheathed it again and walked a few steps away. You wave at him, then turn slowly to enter your house. "It's okay. Everyone says that. Even my mom." "Did she drop you on your head or something?" "Yesterday." "-faintly chuckling- Seriously?" "No." "Hn... don't expect to hear from me again." You turn to see him, but... he's gone.
~*~End ~*~
Okay... it was fun writing this one, but I don't think it was as good as the GOOD DATE. Please review!
-Otaku Freak Kiken
By Rachel Dyson
~Text~ = Thoughts
Your eyes burst open, you glance over at your alarm clock, and you squeal with bounds of joy. "Yeay!!! Time to start the day off right! 5:30 A.M.!" You jump off of your bed after doing a "happy dance", and you bolt into the kitchen before your mother could even open her mouth. You place yourself at the table, smiling ear to ear. Your mother shakes her head in shame. "You took your pill, right?" You grin even more, and shake your head very slowly, then in a hyper-speed motion. Your mother sighs. "You better take it. Your friend's coming over around nine." She then places a plate, stacked up with about 11 pancakes, in front of you. Without hesitation, you dive your face right into it. ~Why did I even bring this tortured soul into existence?~ your mother thinks. Tortured? Nay! Nay I say! You're too busy being HAPPY to be tortured!
After completing three plates of the amount earlier stated, you slightly burp in a lady-like manner, and then say, "Excuse me... Hee-hee!" You bolt back into your room, and, hesitantly, you pick up the bottle of pills you were asked to take. Many a time, you were asked to take them ALL AT ONCE. Oh well, you don't "do" dares. You rattle the bottle, then smile. You seem to like that noise... a little TOO much. You jump up on top of your smiley-faced covered, rainbow-y colored, TOO-HAPPY-TO-BE-TORTURED, bed. Jumping up and down, rattling the bottle, you are apparently in your "happy place".
Five minutes later, your happy place diminishes. Your mother yelled for you to stop, because the noise, oh, the unbearable noise, was getting to her. Darn... and you were thinking about joining a band or something with your talent. You put the bottle down, still refusing to pop a pill, and look into your mirror. Hee-hee! You see yourself, blonde hair all messed up, and still in your smiley-faced covered, rainbow-y colored, TOO-HAPPY-TO-BE-TORTURED, p.j.'s. Hah! You take your brush, run it through your shoulder-length hair, and happily hum a tune to yourself. Then, without your mother's consent, you take out a king-sized Hershey bar. A small burst of sugar and caffeine won't hurt you, right?
WRONG!!! Hee-hee! By the time your friend knocked on your door, you were so buzzed on a sugar high that even being shot in the head would make you die of laughter. -Sigh- Oh well. You opened the door, saw your friend, and gave them a HUGE hug. "Nice... to... see you... TOO???" replies your friend to your greeting. You laugh and let them in. Now sitting in your room, which still scares your friend to this day (EVIL SMILEY FACES!!!), you both are chatting. Finally, after an hour of just listening to your jabbering, your friend stops you and says, "Okay... yeah... NICE. Now, listen... there's this one guy. He's kind of scary, dark, and mysterious. He seems nice, but... I'm not too sure. Well, anyways, he's looking for a date. I said I know someone, but they might not be what you're looking for. He didn't care, as long as they don't annoy him. I told him that might be a possibility, but only if they ate 33 pancakes and a Hershey bar." You smirk, then giggle. ~Hah!~ "Oh, and if they didn't take their 'pill'. That's what I told him. Whatcha think?" You nod your head, then squeal with boundless joy. Your friend gets the message. You'll go. But... maybe you SHOULD have taken that pill...
Well, your friend left. They couldn't take your room any longer. You remember that they said to meet him by the beach... and that he's already there. You dress in your smiley-faced covered, rainbow-y colored, TOO-HAPPY-TO-BE-TORTURED, two-pieced swimsuit. After putting on a shirt and a pair of jeans, you beg your mom for permission to go to the beach. She agreed, as long as you had someone with, and a floaty, just in case. You agreed, but left the floaty at home. You headed out the door...
The beach was only 10 minutes away, so you walked there in no time. Strolling up to the gate, you walk trough it and see no one around. ~Where did everybody go?~ You turn, and THERE! Right behind you, is your date. You're POSITIVE it's him. Well, at least you THINK so. You open your arms, and squeeze the poor guy to death. "Will...-gasp-... you PLEASE... -gasp gasp-... UNHAND ME???" You let him go, and he staggers for a second or two while taking deep breaths. "Who are you???" You sing your name, and he nods with a questionable face. "Uh-huh... Hn. I'm Hiei. I suppose you're my 'date'." You jump up and down, then stop when he shakes his head. "You don't like that?" He vigorously shook his head and went to sit on a nearby bench. You sit right next to him, and poked his shoulder numerous times. He finally sighed, then said, "What? What do you want?" You shrug and go back to the poking. 'I must know this... Did you eat anything today?" You nod. "Yup! 33 pancakes and a Hershey bar! Oh, but don't tell my mom that! She'll MAKE me take my pill!" A short pause follows. "You DIDN'T take your pill, DID you?" You shake your head no and smile. "I must be going, then..." He gets up, but you pull on his black coat and yank him down so hard he falls on top of you. "Where do you think YOU'RE going? Huh?" He squirms to get up, after recovering from your sudden move. "I need to go! Woman, you scare me!" You refuse. "No! You're my date, so you stay with me till I say so!" Not trying to be mean, but POOR HIEI! (Don't hurt me!) Well, Hiei, in a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, whimpered! He sat up, in a pouty attitude, and grumbled as he sat there, staring at you.
You, on the other hand, were in your "happy place". Since this was the first date you've been on, ever, this was a totally new and exciting experience. You got up, then pulled on his arm and dragged him over to a concession stand. He was clawing the ground all the way there. You couldn't tell that this was worse than HELL for him. You were in your own little world at this point. He reluctantly bought you a bottle of water, and was dragged back over to the bench. You glugged it down, then hugged him again. Actually, it was more of another SQUEEZE. Yeah. He squirmed in your grasp, and gasped occasionally. You decided to let go, since he was turning a pretty purple color. Your friend always reminded you that squeezing people until they're purple equals no more friend. Or boyfriend, in this case. He slowly tried to get up, but remembered your reaction to doing that before, so he sat back down. "May I PLEASE leave?" You shook your head "no". "You stay with ME! Now, let's go SWIMMING!!!" You grabbed his arm, dragging him while you skip to the shoreline. Yet again, he was clawing the ground all the way. "Now, please stop this nonsense! I refuse to swim!" You took off your clothes, revealing your (before stated) swimsuit. Hiei groaned and put his hand to his forehead and sighed. "Why? WHY didn't I listen to your friend? She warned me about you... I should have taken her advice..."
You jump in the water, splashing some at Hiei. Hiei growled and tried to control his anger. "I really want to leave now." You purposely make a huge splash, and Hiei gets soaked. He then flashes his eyes red, and jumps into the water. He starts running after you, all the while, you start running away with a giddy laugh. He finally catches you, and he strangles you and holds you under the water. For a few minutes. While evilly cackling. (I think he snapped)
You, still under the water, were enjoying the attention. Hiei was still holding you under, but then thought ~Wait a second... isn't it wrong to mess with the crazies? Dammit! Why???~ He then let you come back up to the surface, and walked away. You stood up, disappointed, and pointed at him as he walked out of the water. "Hey! Come back here!!!" Hiei froze. "You want me to kill you, don't you?" You laugh. "Well, I guess you could leave... if you take me home first!!!" Hiei turned around, groaned, then reluctantly nodded. "Fine. I'll do it."
You ran out of the water, jumping at Hiei. Hiei dodged your move, but made sure you didn't fall. You grabbed your clothes, put them on, then linked arms with a stressed out Hiei. Hiei sluggishly walked you out of the beach area, then down the street to your house. It wasn't even lunchtime yet, so the sun was still rising to overhead. About five minutes away from your house, your sugar rush comes to a crash-and-burn termination. You started off with a smile, but then it gradually diminished into a grim-looking stare. Hiei looked over at you, then his eyes grew wide when he saw your face. "What's the matter?" You look over at him, then look forward again. "Nothing." Hiei smirks. "What happened to your 'giddiness'? You seem so... DEPRESSED!" You sigh, then smirk. "No sugar rush. I'm low on fuel." Hiei nods in agreement, then smiles. "I feel like I like this side of you BETTER... Are you like this often?" You then state, monotone, "Hardly." He frowns, but still keeps his pace up with yours.
Finally, you reach your house. Your mother was already outside, waiting for you. "Why didn't you bring your floaty?" You shrug. "You didn't take your pill, either! Here! Take it, now." She held out the pill, and you took it and swallowed it. Hiei just stood there, speechless. All of a sudden, your mood grows more solemn. You look down at your clothes, then moan. "What am I WEARING?" You run into the house, change, then come back out. You were wearing a black tank-top, and black shorts. Your hair was tied back, and your face was expressionless. Hiei smiled. "So, this is what happens when you take your pill..." Your mother went inside. You closed the door, then sat down on the step. "I HATE being HYPER..." Hiei was... still smiling. "Would you mind doing something again? If you take your pill?" You looked over at him, scowling. "You're too... MEAN. I don't like you." "What? I'M mean? I wouldn't be talking!" "Then don't." Hiei got frustrated, so he walked away. You yelled after him, "Bye-bye now! Jerk!" Hiei stopped, unsheathed his sword, then came at you. You stood up, and didn't even move. Hiei stopped just before the katana would have sliced through you, and looked at you. "I can't do it. It's not right to mess with the crazies." He sheathed it again and walked a few steps away. You wave at him, then turn slowly to enter your house. "It's okay. Everyone says that. Even my mom." "Did she drop you on your head or something?" "Yesterday." "-faintly chuckling- Seriously?" "No." "Hn... don't expect to hear from me again." You turn to see him, but... he's gone.
~*~End ~*~
Okay... it was fun writing this one, but I don't think it was as good as the GOOD DATE. Please review!
-Otaku Freak Kiken