FY TRIP TO SIX FLAGS
Part One! (with cameos by some friends of mine!)
~*~
"Yes, six tickets," the tall blonde main with a ponytail and wearing blue jeans, and blue t-shirt and tan construction boots told the Six Flags ticket seller menactingly.
"Two hundred and ten dollars, please." Mark said.
The blonde man narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Is that so?"
"I mean, uh...Congratualtions! You are the five-hundreth-eighty-eigth customer today! All your tickets are free!"
"That's what I thought." Nakaga grabbed the tickets and strode off.
*
"Isn't there any place to park?!" Tasuki grumbled, peering over the steering wheel. "'Che! We've been going in circles forever...Oi! There's one open! Ah, *beep!*! Some jerk's too far over!"
"So stop the car," Nuriko said slyly, undoing his seatbelt. Tasuki complied and Nuriko hopped out. "Just wait! I'll fix it!"
The rest of the car - minus a cuddling Miaka and Tamahome - sweat-dropped as Nuriko easily picked up and moved the cement-mixing truck.
"There! Okay, Tasuki! Now you can park!"
"'Bout time!" He parked the car, then turned and glared at the two love birds in the back. "OI! We're here!"
"Are we?" Tamahome asked, sounding a bit dazed.
"We are!!!" Miaka said cheerfully, bouncing in her seat as she saw the huge coasters. "Finally!"
Chichiri turned around in the passenger seat, smiling. "Okay, let's go no da!"
*
"HOW much for tickets?!" Tamahome shrieked, causing many people to turn and stare.
"Two hundred and eighty-three dollars," Mark said.
"I'M NOT PAYING THAT MUCH!!!" He was in a full-blown temper-tantrum now.
"What's going on over here?" asked a small, cute, and rather young voice. "Oh! Hello!"
"Chiriko!" Tasuki said, grinning. "An' I though ya said ya couldn't come! 'Che!"
"I can't!" The boy-genius said brightly. "I work here, designing rides and stuff!"
"Wow!" Miaka exclaimed.
Chiriko turned to Mark. "They're friends of mine, ok? Tano - the park owner, you guys - gave me some passes for them."
Mark sighed. This day was just too weird.
*
"Ooo!!! Minako's Cotton Candy stand!" Miaka squealed, and rushed towards the vendor. "OOF!"
She crashed into someone else and they both went flying to the ground. Her daisy-duke clad legs flew up and over her head, nearly giving Tamahome a nosebleed.
"I'm sorry! Are you okay, Miaka?" The concerned boy dusted off his yellow t- shirt and blue jeans before helping the tangled miko to her feet.
"Amiboshi? What are you doing here?" Hotohori asked the young Seiryu seishi.
Amiboshi blushed. "Well, you see, we kind of coerced Nakago into taking us here."
"And how much did YOU pay for YOUR tickets?" Tamahome asked smugly.
"I didn't pay anything," Amiboshi said honestly.
Tamahome's jaw dropped. "WHAT?! How?!"
Amiboshi shrugged. "Nakago said that he got them from the ticket-seller."
Hotohori shook his head sadly. "He must have intimidated the ticket seller. That's both sad and low."
"I agree!" Nuriko said, staring at Hotohori with wide sparkly eyes. Hotohori, who had been sitting next to Nuriko the whole way here, tried to ignore him.
"Tamahome!" Miaka said impatiently, running up and tugging on his arm. "Come on! I want cotton candy!"
"Here, Miaka!" Money appeared over Miaka's shoulder. Miaka turned and glomped Yui.
"THANK YOU!" She took the money and ran back to the vendor.
Tasuki glared sullenly at the people coming up behind Yui. "Great. MORE Seiryu seishi......."
Hotohori nodded stiffly to the blonde. "Nakago."
"Hotohori."
"You're missing two seishi."
"Ashitare and Miboshi aren't welcome."
"So I see." Hotohori looked over the blonde, then down at his own tight black jeans, red t-shirt, and black boots. "Amazing. I still look better than you."
Attempting to stop the fight before it started, Soi smiled at Nuriko. "You like nice..."
Nuriko beamed, pleased. He'd rather liked the combination of blue jeans and a white tank top with running shoes and a "Team Suzaku" hat himself. "So do you, Soi!"
Soi examined her rosy nails, black tank, and khakis. "Thank you!"
Tomo sniffed softly, looking hurt. "Once again, I'm all left out......."
"You - ah - you look very.......Oh my god! You're not wearing any makeup! You're gorgeous! Why do you cover this up?!" Nurikp cooed over Tomo, who turned pink.
He nervously tucked a stray strand of silver hair back into place, brushing his unpainted nails over the black t-shirt and black jeans, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Th-thank you..."
Hotohori also smiled, and patted Tomo on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Yes, you look very nice. I am better looking, of course, but you look very nice."
Suboshi came running up just then, wielding a plastic light-up sword bigger than he was, whooping with glee.
(Author's note: I don't know if they're still around, but the Arashi sisters, whose site I can no longer find, *cries*, often portrayed the twins as the 15~16 yr.old kids that they were...you know, total mood swings, and very playful with each other and carefree. So, if they ever get to read this, thank you to the Arashi sisters and their friends! They had an awesome site with some great fics, esp. one called 'Mall Rats'. I still have that one and a couple others saved. They were great writers!.......okay, this rant is over.....)
He attacked his brother, who ducked low, and Suboshi tripped over him and went flying into the pavement, skidding to a halt. Worried, Yui ran over to him.
"Suboshi! Are you alright?!" She knelt beside the green t-shirt wearing twin, and he rolled onto his back, laughing.
"You win, Aniki!" He called, letting Yui help him to his feet. "Thanks, Yui- chan!"
"You're welcome, Suboshi." She hugged him.
Nuriko and Hotohori simultaneously raised their eyebrows at Tomo and Soi in curiosity. Soi leaned in conspiratorily. "They're an item now......."
"Aww......." Nuriko said, eyeing Hotohori. "They're so cute together!"
Hotohori also smiled, trying very hard to ignore Nuriko again. "Yes, they are."
Nuriko pouted, and Miaka bounced back over to Tamahome, who had been watching everything in shock.
"TAMA!!" she squealed, and he seemed to wake up.
"Hey! Don't call me that! I'm not a cat!"
~*~
Part One! (with cameos by some friends of mine!)
~*~
"Yes, six tickets," the tall blonde main with a ponytail and wearing blue jeans, and blue t-shirt and tan construction boots told the Six Flags ticket seller menactingly.
"Two hundred and ten dollars, please." Mark said.
The blonde man narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Is that so?"
"I mean, uh...Congratualtions! You are the five-hundreth-eighty-eigth customer today! All your tickets are free!"
"That's what I thought." Nakaga grabbed the tickets and strode off.
*
"Isn't there any place to park?!" Tasuki grumbled, peering over the steering wheel. "'Che! We've been going in circles forever...Oi! There's one open! Ah, *beep!*! Some jerk's too far over!"
"So stop the car," Nuriko said slyly, undoing his seatbelt. Tasuki complied and Nuriko hopped out. "Just wait! I'll fix it!"
The rest of the car - minus a cuddling Miaka and Tamahome - sweat-dropped as Nuriko easily picked up and moved the cement-mixing truck.
"There! Okay, Tasuki! Now you can park!"
"'Bout time!" He parked the car, then turned and glared at the two love birds in the back. "OI! We're here!"
"Are we?" Tamahome asked, sounding a bit dazed.
"We are!!!" Miaka said cheerfully, bouncing in her seat as she saw the huge coasters. "Finally!"
Chichiri turned around in the passenger seat, smiling. "Okay, let's go no da!"
*
"HOW much for tickets?!" Tamahome shrieked, causing many people to turn and stare.
"Two hundred and eighty-three dollars," Mark said.
"I'M NOT PAYING THAT MUCH!!!" He was in a full-blown temper-tantrum now.
"What's going on over here?" asked a small, cute, and rather young voice. "Oh! Hello!"
"Chiriko!" Tasuki said, grinning. "An' I though ya said ya couldn't come! 'Che!"
"I can't!" The boy-genius said brightly. "I work here, designing rides and stuff!"
"Wow!" Miaka exclaimed.
Chiriko turned to Mark. "They're friends of mine, ok? Tano - the park owner, you guys - gave me some passes for them."
Mark sighed. This day was just too weird.
*
"Ooo!!! Minako's Cotton Candy stand!" Miaka squealed, and rushed towards the vendor. "OOF!"
She crashed into someone else and they both went flying to the ground. Her daisy-duke clad legs flew up and over her head, nearly giving Tamahome a nosebleed.
"I'm sorry! Are you okay, Miaka?" The concerned boy dusted off his yellow t- shirt and blue jeans before helping the tangled miko to her feet.
"Amiboshi? What are you doing here?" Hotohori asked the young Seiryu seishi.
Amiboshi blushed. "Well, you see, we kind of coerced Nakago into taking us here."
"And how much did YOU pay for YOUR tickets?" Tamahome asked smugly.
"I didn't pay anything," Amiboshi said honestly.
Tamahome's jaw dropped. "WHAT?! How?!"
Amiboshi shrugged. "Nakago said that he got them from the ticket-seller."
Hotohori shook his head sadly. "He must have intimidated the ticket seller. That's both sad and low."
"I agree!" Nuriko said, staring at Hotohori with wide sparkly eyes. Hotohori, who had been sitting next to Nuriko the whole way here, tried to ignore him.
"Tamahome!" Miaka said impatiently, running up and tugging on his arm. "Come on! I want cotton candy!"
"Here, Miaka!" Money appeared over Miaka's shoulder. Miaka turned and glomped Yui.
"THANK YOU!" She took the money and ran back to the vendor.
Tasuki glared sullenly at the people coming up behind Yui. "Great. MORE Seiryu seishi......."
Hotohori nodded stiffly to the blonde. "Nakago."
"Hotohori."
"You're missing two seishi."
"Ashitare and Miboshi aren't welcome."
"So I see." Hotohori looked over the blonde, then down at his own tight black jeans, red t-shirt, and black boots. "Amazing. I still look better than you."
Attempting to stop the fight before it started, Soi smiled at Nuriko. "You like nice..."
Nuriko beamed, pleased. He'd rather liked the combination of blue jeans and a white tank top with running shoes and a "Team Suzaku" hat himself. "So do you, Soi!"
Soi examined her rosy nails, black tank, and khakis. "Thank you!"
Tomo sniffed softly, looking hurt. "Once again, I'm all left out......."
"You - ah - you look very.......Oh my god! You're not wearing any makeup! You're gorgeous! Why do you cover this up?!" Nurikp cooed over Tomo, who turned pink.
He nervously tucked a stray strand of silver hair back into place, brushing his unpainted nails over the black t-shirt and black jeans, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Th-thank you..."
Hotohori also smiled, and patted Tomo on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Yes, you look very nice. I am better looking, of course, but you look very nice."
Suboshi came running up just then, wielding a plastic light-up sword bigger than he was, whooping with glee.
(Author's note: I don't know if they're still around, but the Arashi sisters, whose site I can no longer find, *cries*, often portrayed the twins as the 15~16 yr.old kids that they were...you know, total mood swings, and very playful with each other and carefree. So, if they ever get to read this, thank you to the Arashi sisters and their friends! They had an awesome site with some great fics, esp. one called 'Mall Rats'. I still have that one and a couple others saved. They were great writers!.......okay, this rant is over.....)
He attacked his brother, who ducked low, and Suboshi tripped over him and went flying into the pavement, skidding to a halt. Worried, Yui ran over to him.
"Suboshi! Are you alright?!" She knelt beside the green t-shirt wearing twin, and he rolled onto his back, laughing.
"You win, Aniki!" He called, letting Yui help him to his feet. "Thanks, Yui- chan!"
"You're welcome, Suboshi." She hugged him.
Nuriko and Hotohori simultaneously raised their eyebrows at Tomo and Soi in curiosity. Soi leaned in conspiratorily. "They're an item now......."
"Aww......." Nuriko said, eyeing Hotohori. "They're so cute together!"
Hotohori also smiled, trying very hard to ignore Nuriko again. "Yes, they are."
Nuriko pouted, and Miaka bounced back over to Tamahome, who had been watching everything in shock.
"TAMA!!" she squealed, and he seemed to wake up.
"Hey! Don't call me that! I'm not a cat!"
~*~