The Triplet Saga---Lyn's Story
The Ice Triplet
Disclaimer: I (sniff) own nothing of YuYu Hakusho. I do, however, own Aaralyn and Kuri. Muahaha!!! My own creations!!!!!!!!!!!! :
Chapter 1---The Meeting
I reached out and pressed the silver button. A buzzer sounded and the glass case that was attached to the front of the gate opened, revealing a keypad.
I shifted the weight of my bookbag to my other shoulder and punched in the code, then shut the case as another buzzer sounded, stepping back to allow the white-lacquered gates to open.
They swung open slowly and I started up the paved driveway to my uncle's mansion. When I reached the front door, I tried the silver handle and wasn't surprised to find it locked.
I sighed and tucked a piece of light-blue hair behind my ear and then dug into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out the spare key. I inserted it in the lock and then pushed open the large door and dropped my bookbag on the white-tiled floor.
"Hello?" I called half-heartedly, not really expecting an answer. I didn't get one. My uncle and current guardian was hardly ever home, and when he was, he barely seemed to notice my presence.
"Well, I have the house to myself...as always," I said to no one in particular. It didn't matter, though. I was well used to coming home to an empty house. Before their deaths, my adopted parents had left me alone a lot, and my late father's brother was no different.
I walked down the left hallway and into my room. I flipped on the light, illuminating the navy-blue walls. I kicked off my shoes and flopped onto the matching navy comforter on my bed. I grabbed a book off of my nightstand, the most recent murder mystery from my favorite author, and flipped through until I found my page. Immersing myself in a much more exciting world, I forgot my loneliness for a while.
An hour or so later, my stomach growled to bring me to reality, and to the realization that I was hungry. I closed the book and stretched, stifling a yawn. Checking my watch, I noted that it was nearly time for dinner.
I slipped my feet into a pair of beaded flip-flops and grabbed my purse from the chair by my bedroom door. I paused to admire the effect in the wood-framed, full-length mirror that hung on the wall next to my bed. I frowned slightly and smoothed out a few creases that had been pressed into my jeans when I was lying down. That was better. My eyes flicked up to my messy ponytail, and I reached up to pull out the hair band, letting my long blue hair hang naturally. I quickly finger-combed it and then headed out of the house.
I didn't go back through the front gate because my stupid uncle had programmed it not to let me out until tomorrow; a precaution he took to keep me from leaving the house. I, however, was not going to be confined to any four walls, mansion though it may be, if I could help it. Instead, I went around to the side of the house, where the fence was low enough to let me climb over without risking serious injury.
I took off my flip-flops and tossed them over, along with my purse. It was easy to climb the fence once I was barefoot, but when I jumped to the ground, I landed rather harder than I'd meant to.
"Ow!" I cried as a searing pain shot through my right foot. Using the fence to pull myself up, I tested my weight gingerly on my injured foot. It supported me, but would be a bit painful walking.
I hobbled onto the sidewalk, and followed it until I came to the main road. I strolled across the crosswalk and into my favorite café, which I graced with my presence daily.
A bell on the glass door rang as I entered, and David glanced up from the magazine he was reading and grinned.
"Hey, Aaralyn!" he called, running a hand through his red hair. I rolled my eyes. True to his pathetic nature, David was always trying to flirt with me. I chose to ignore him. Instead, I concentrated on limping over to the counter in the most graceful way possible.
"What's wrong with your foot?" David asked, concerned. I eased myself onto a bar stool and shrugged.
"Just twisted my ankle," I answered nonchalantly, leaving out details. Glancing up at the menu that was posted on the wall behind the counter, I placed my order.
"I'll have a large banana nut muffin and a glass of ice water," I commanded David, who obediently rushed off to fill my order.
I glanced around the near-empty café. There was hardly anyone here today, which was odd for the usually packed little restaurant.
A man and woman were conversing heatedly in a corner booth close to the door, and an elderly couple was sipping coffee a couple of tables away. Three teenage girls that looked about my age were giggling at the little table by the front window. Aside from me, the rest of the café was empty.
"Here you are," said David, placing my muffin and glass of water on a plate and setting it in front of me. He looked at me expectantly.
"Thank you," I replied, tearing off a piece of muffin and popping it into my mouth. David watched me faithfully.
"Do you like it?" he asked excitedly. I raised my eyebrows.
"Uh...yeah?" I answered, in a tone that suggested that he was an idiot for asking such a stupid question. He blushed slightly. I shook my head and went back to my muffin.
"So...did you have a good day?"
I looked up again. Would he just let me eat in peace? I cleared my throat.
"Do you have a newspaper?" I inquired. He looked confused.
"What for?"
So I don't have to struggle through another conversation with you, I thought. "To read," I answered simply.
"Oh...yeah..." he mumbled, and ran off to find one, leaving me to finish my dinner in much-welcome silence.
Just as I was drinking the last of my ice water, the bell on the door rang, signaling the arrival of another customer. I turned around and glanced back to see who it was. There, standing in the doorway, was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen.
So, what did you guys think? Don't worry; it gets better, and she will meet the YYH gang soon (for all you Hiei lovers...me included!). Please review with suggestions, comments, or questions. Thanks!!!!!
The Ice Triplet
Disclaimer: I (sniff) own nothing of YuYu Hakusho. I do, however, own Aaralyn and Kuri. Muahaha!!! My own creations!!!!!!!!!!!! :
Chapter 1---The Meeting
I reached out and pressed the silver button. A buzzer sounded and the glass case that was attached to the front of the gate opened, revealing a keypad.
I shifted the weight of my bookbag to my other shoulder and punched in the code, then shut the case as another buzzer sounded, stepping back to allow the white-lacquered gates to open.
They swung open slowly and I started up the paved driveway to my uncle's mansion. When I reached the front door, I tried the silver handle and wasn't surprised to find it locked.
I sighed and tucked a piece of light-blue hair behind my ear and then dug into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out the spare key. I inserted it in the lock and then pushed open the large door and dropped my bookbag on the white-tiled floor.
"Hello?" I called half-heartedly, not really expecting an answer. I didn't get one. My uncle and current guardian was hardly ever home, and when he was, he barely seemed to notice my presence.
"Well, I have the house to myself...as always," I said to no one in particular. It didn't matter, though. I was well used to coming home to an empty house. Before their deaths, my adopted parents had left me alone a lot, and my late father's brother was no different.
I walked down the left hallway and into my room. I flipped on the light, illuminating the navy-blue walls. I kicked off my shoes and flopped onto the matching navy comforter on my bed. I grabbed a book off of my nightstand, the most recent murder mystery from my favorite author, and flipped through until I found my page. Immersing myself in a much more exciting world, I forgot my loneliness for a while.
An hour or so later, my stomach growled to bring me to reality, and to the realization that I was hungry. I closed the book and stretched, stifling a yawn. Checking my watch, I noted that it was nearly time for dinner.
I slipped my feet into a pair of beaded flip-flops and grabbed my purse from the chair by my bedroom door. I paused to admire the effect in the wood-framed, full-length mirror that hung on the wall next to my bed. I frowned slightly and smoothed out a few creases that had been pressed into my jeans when I was lying down. That was better. My eyes flicked up to my messy ponytail, and I reached up to pull out the hair band, letting my long blue hair hang naturally. I quickly finger-combed it and then headed out of the house.
I didn't go back through the front gate because my stupid uncle had programmed it not to let me out until tomorrow; a precaution he took to keep me from leaving the house. I, however, was not going to be confined to any four walls, mansion though it may be, if I could help it. Instead, I went around to the side of the house, where the fence was low enough to let me climb over without risking serious injury.
I took off my flip-flops and tossed them over, along with my purse. It was easy to climb the fence once I was barefoot, but when I jumped to the ground, I landed rather harder than I'd meant to.
"Ow!" I cried as a searing pain shot through my right foot. Using the fence to pull myself up, I tested my weight gingerly on my injured foot. It supported me, but would be a bit painful walking.
I hobbled onto the sidewalk, and followed it until I came to the main road. I strolled across the crosswalk and into my favorite café, which I graced with my presence daily.
A bell on the glass door rang as I entered, and David glanced up from the magazine he was reading and grinned.
"Hey, Aaralyn!" he called, running a hand through his red hair. I rolled my eyes. True to his pathetic nature, David was always trying to flirt with me. I chose to ignore him. Instead, I concentrated on limping over to the counter in the most graceful way possible.
"What's wrong with your foot?" David asked, concerned. I eased myself onto a bar stool and shrugged.
"Just twisted my ankle," I answered nonchalantly, leaving out details. Glancing up at the menu that was posted on the wall behind the counter, I placed my order.
"I'll have a large banana nut muffin and a glass of ice water," I commanded David, who obediently rushed off to fill my order.
I glanced around the near-empty café. There was hardly anyone here today, which was odd for the usually packed little restaurant.
A man and woman were conversing heatedly in a corner booth close to the door, and an elderly couple was sipping coffee a couple of tables away. Three teenage girls that looked about my age were giggling at the little table by the front window. Aside from me, the rest of the café was empty.
"Here you are," said David, placing my muffin and glass of water on a plate and setting it in front of me. He looked at me expectantly.
"Thank you," I replied, tearing off a piece of muffin and popping it into my mouth. David watched me faithfully.
"Do you like it?" he asked excitedly. I raised my eyebrows.
"Uh...yeah?" I answered, in a tone that suggested that he was an idiot for asking such a stupid question. He blushed slightly. I shook my head and went back to my muffin.
"So...did you have a good day?"
I looked up again. Would he just let me eat in peace? I cleared my throat.
"Do you have a newspaper?" I inquired. He looked confused.
"What for?"
So I don't have to struggle through another conversation with you, I thought. "To read," I answered simply.
"Oh...yeah..." he mumbled, and ran off to find one, leaving me to finish my dinner in much-welcome silence.
Just as I was drinking the last of my ice water, the bell on the door rang, signaling the arrival of another customer. I turned around and glanced back to see who it was. There, standing in the doorway, was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen.
So, what did you guys think? Don't worry; it gets better, and she will meet the YYH gang soon (for all you Hiei lovers...me included!). Please review with suggestions, comments, or questions. Thanks!!!!!