Title : Anything But Ordinary
Author : Unquestionable
Disclaimer : The characters that belong to me are Miharu, Sugiro, Shota, Wairei and Reiji. Everyone else belongs to Takehiko Inoue. I hope you knew that. If you didn't, please call me. I'll get you help.
Replies to reviews :-
Chibiangel : Yuck!!! Egg babies??? That doesn't sound very nice *shudder* From Batman'? Yup, I can't wait to torture Miharu and Rukawa *grins*
Lambie : bwhahaha…nice song! So, you like Sound of Music??? I see…..
Frozenfemale : Woops! Sorry bout the mistake. N thanks for the HONEST review.
Snowdrop : My main character isn't mary sue. I am against mary sue. You want a mary sue? Sugiro is one. Go check her out.
Rheia : Thanks for the review! Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Luv-anime-4eva : I agree with you. What else can happen except disasters when Miharu and Rukawa get together? Bwahhahha…thanks for the review!
Italic-thoughts
Chapter 3
I slowly crept into the house, trying to avoid as much sound as possible. I looked left and right to make sure there was no one and tiptoed towards the staircase.
"AAAAIIIIIIII !!!!," a sharp scream pierced through the silent atmosphere.
"Nooooo!!! Nooooo!!!," my little step-brother, Shota screamed, running towards me and wrapped his arms around my legs.
Tears rolled down his chubby cheeks.
"What? What's the matter?' I asked him.
" It's howwible….," he spoke through sniffles and sobs.
"Tell me what happened!" I said, starting to panic.
Are there robbers in the house? Maybe there's some evil spirit that wants to kill us all!!! Or….someone decided to kidnapped Wairei to make the world a better place to live in. I must go thank them. Too bad they didn't take Sugiro too.
"Mommy…,'" he continued. "Mommy…wants me *sniffle* to…take up ballet and drop basketball!!!," he wailed loudly.
Nani? Take up ballet? It was only then I noticed Shota was in this pink tutu with a frilly skirt.
"Awww…h..haha…h..how..ehehe..s..sad," I said, trying my best to hold down the laughter.
"You're laughing," he accused, tears started to well up again.
"I'm h..ehe..not!" I said.
"Shooootaaaaa….where are you? Come to mommy…," my step-mother's voice floated closer.
Oh-o! I need to run. Fast. Or she'll find out I had detention today, on the very first day of school!!
"Shota, let me go…," I said trying to pry his hands off my legs.
I swear to god, Shota might look like every normal 5-year-old kid to you but he has the strength of a pig….I meant buffalo.
*DING DONG!*
I heard Wairei walking towards the front door. Good, that saves me time.
"Hello, Sugiro should be ready soon. Why don't you come in and wait?" I heard Wairei said.
The sounds of footsteps became nearer. Shit! They're coming into the living room!
"Come on, Shota. Please let go. I'll buy you some candy?" I persuaded him.
"NO! I still don't want to go for ballet lessons," he cried and held my legs even tighter.
At the rate he's squeezing my legs, I think my blood circulation stopped already. Then, I'll probably have to sit on a wheelchair for the rest of my freaking life. Erk….that doesn't sound very comforting.
I tried as hard as I could to wriggle out of his grasp and WHAM! I landed on my face.
"And this is our living…," I heard Wairei's voice stopped abruptly.
I looked up and saw my step-mother with this guy who had long black hair which he tied into a ponytail. I saw him raise an eyebrow and smirked when he saw Shota in his ballet outfit. I quickly stood up and adjusted my outfit.
"Miharu, why are you back so late today?"Wairei asked me with a glare that could destroy human race in a second.
"Wellllll, you see….I…I…Shota doesn't want to go for ballet lessons!" I blurted out, trying to change the subject.
"What? But why? Shota, don't you want to be as graceful and gentle as those ballet dancers we see in the theater??" Wairei asked.
" Mommy…they're GIRLS!," he complained. "And they look stupid! " (A/N : To save my skin from being torn apart viciously, I wish to clarify that I have nothing against ballet)
" There are male dancers as well. Okay, how about this. I'll buy you that new Powerpuff Girls game you wanted and you have to join ballet lessons," my evil step-mother bribed the poor innocent, naïve little boy.
" The NEW Powerpuff Girls game?" Shota repeated, his eyes wide.
Yes, it's true. *Sigh* My little brother is a fan of Powerpuff Girls. I feel so sorry for him…..
"Ookay, but I still get to continue playing basketball!" the sly brat bargained.
"Deal, my honey-money-bunny," Wairei said.
* Miharu starts gagging uncontrollably*
'"I'm ready!" my step-sister, Sugiro announced.
She waited for everyone to turn and look at her before she slowly walked down the stairs, just like those romance movies. Told you she was corny. She wore a very skimpy top ( made from a few threads really) and a micromini skirt which clung to her body like second skin. She shook her head a little to show off her long straight hair. But I do envy her perfect figure. Next to her, I look like a wrinkly hippotamus.
I saw the guy's eyes widen and he smiled in a horny way like he was gonna 'get some' tonight. @_@ *rolls eyes* GUYS!
I heard Wairei mumbling something that sounded like 'she's growing up so fast' and dabbing her eyes with a piece of tissue.
Give me a break! If my mom saw me wear that, she'll probably ground me until I'm an old hag or torture me in some unknown underground room filled with rats.
If……..If my mother was still alive…..that is…..
"Hello, Kiyota," Sugiro purred breaking off my thoughts.
"Hey, babe," the horny guy said.
Babe? B-A-B-E? Does he know the meaning of babe? It means pig. Bwaahaha…it's true! Sugiro IS a pig!
"Well, Mrs. Wairei, we better get going now. See you later," Kiyota said anxiously.
"Ja!," he said to me and winked.
Are any guys that Sugiro dates NOT dimwits??? Doubtful. Very doubtful.
* * * * * * *
"Where's Sugiro? I didn't get to see her just now," my father asked during dinner.
" She's on a date!' Wairei announced proudly as if she won a Grammy or something.
Nah, the only way she could get a Grammy is from the back alley where Eminem dumped it right after he got it.
"Really? That's great," my father commented.
'Mommy, what's a date?" Shota asked, the udon soup dribbling down his chin. His left cheek had a streak of tomato sauce and at the corners of his mouth were crumbs from the tempura. A piece of seaweed was stuck between his two front teeth. In short, let's just say he isn't exactly a very neat person.
"It's when a boy and a girl go out together and do things together like eat together, dance together or see movies together," Wairei explained.
I didn't know so many 'together' words could be put into one sentence.
"Yuck, how can a girl and boy be together? That's howwible……," Shota said.
"Mommy and daddy are together and that's not horrible," Wairei reasoned.
"You're not normal," Shota concluded.
"You'll understand when you grow up," Wairei said.
"Girls are still gross. My friends say that they have cooties. And, they'll turn into zombies at night and make you join their legion of the undead," Shota told Wairei this 'interesting' piece of information.
"How about you, Miharu? Met anyone interesting lately?" my father suddenly asked me.
Hmmm..let's see. Considering the fact that no one has tried to socialized with me so far, I do not question why I haven't met anyone interesting lately. Except Count Dracula, if he counts. Does a person who sleeps 23 hours a day count?
"No," I replied.
"I see. And…how's …school today?" he questioned again.
Any answer I would have given him was an unnecessary detail.
I am quite sure I could have just replied," Oh, great. I took out my Uzi 9mm gun which I just bought yesterday during Chemistry and shot the teacher right on the head. Luckily, the blood wiped off real easily," and my darling father would have just replied," Oh good, good. Glad to see things are going well,"
But I wasn't in the mood for trouble so I just mumbled something barely audible.
"Anyway, my buisness partner is coming over this Sunday for dinner with his family. I hope everything goes well," my father announced.
"Sure thing, dear,' Wairei said.
Whatever…….
* * * * * * *
[ The next morning in school…..}
"I'll now give out the dolls……," Ms. Kumiko said.
I burst into the classroom right that moment.
"Sorry I'm late," I said and hurried over to my seat.
I ignored the teacher's disapproving look. Can't blame her. This must be the 3rd time I entered her class late.
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I suggest that you and your partner take turns taking care of the doll. But try to get together sometimes and experience the life of having a family. Understood? " Ms. Kumiko suggested.
A few students nodded as the teacher started to call out the names.
I went in front and grabbed one of the dolls. I sat down and placed it on Rukawa's desk.
"You take care of the doll first okay? I'll take care of it tomorrow," I told him.
"No. You first," he said.
"You!" I said.
"You," he said.
"Arrgggghhhh…fine,fine. Let's do it like this……rock, paper, scissors," I said.
He stared at me as if I was a big purple dinosaur named Barney.
"You don't know how to play this?" I asked.
He sighed and reluctantly did it.
Guess who won? That's right, me…….I know, I'm living in denial. *sob* Why do I always lose? Dang it!!!
I looked at the doll closely. I never really liked dolls really. They kind of creep me out with their big blue eyes and porcelain smooth skin.
Wait, did the doll just give me an evil look?
Kami-sama! HELP!
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