Eh heh... sorry to leave this story for so long. Oh well. On to a new
island! Are we excited?
Disclaimer: Uh, me no own FY or any characters from said anime series. Me no own Aloha Airlines. Me no own Outside magazine or any of the articles from said magazine. I do, however, own the characters Zolac no Miko and Corpse.
Corpse: Screw you, I'm not your property! Zolac no Miko: -_-()
Warnings: Shameless insertion of author and author's close personal friend into story! And, um, reckless exaggerations? And use of the word "crappy" in a PG story! Gasp!
CHAPTER 7: IN WHICH TASUKI MAKES SOME NEW FRIENDS
"WOOHOO!!!! WE'RE GOIN' TO KAUA`I!!!!" bellowed Tasuki. It was early the next morning, and the whole group was at the Honolulu International Airport, standing in line to check in.
"Please, lower your volume Tasuki-san," requested Chiriko anxiously. "Everyone is staring."
"And this is a bad thing?" interjected Nuriko, preening under all the attention.
"What is he so excited about?" wondered Miaka. "Last time he was on a plane he was so sick he wanted to die."
"Won't happen this time," said Mitsukake. "I gave him some medicine."
"We hope you took some as well," commented Hotohori. "You weren't exactly Mr. Iron Stomach either."
Mitsukake just grunted.
"Next in line please!^_^" said the cheerful check in lady.
"Eight for Lihue no da."
"Okay! I'm going to need to see some id!^_^" She peered at the eight passports closely, smiling brightly the whole time. "Okay! How many bags?!^_^"
"Fourteen no da."
"Oh my, and they're really big too! They look heavy!^_^"
"They are," growled Tamahome, who had to carry his and Miaka's.
"Okay, here are your tickets! Take your bags down there to the x-ray machine! Have a nice trip!^_^"
The Suzaku Warriors and Miko stared incredulously at the other side of the very big room, where the x-ray was.
"That's like a mile away!" complained Tasuki.
"Oh sir! That reminds me! Your ticket is marked for a random search! Please give your suitcase to the nice gentlemen here!^_^"
The outlaw stared with wide eyes at two very large, very unfriendly looking men in security uniforms standing off to the side.
"Put your bag on the table, sir," said one of them, scowling darkly.
Nuriko touched Tasuki's shoulder, smiling. "Better do what they want; they look like they mean business. We're going to get started dragging the bags to the x-ray. We'll wait for you there, okay?"
Tasuki put his bag on the table. The first man began unzipping it. "What's th' point of-"
"WE'LL ASK THE QUESTIONS HERE!!!" shouted the second man. He cleared his throat. "Okay. I'm going to ask you a few questions, while Joe here goes through all of your personal stuff."
"It's not like I enjoy it," said Joe. "It's just that it's my job." He held up a pair of happy face boxers. "Nice underwear."
"Hey-!"
"PAY ATTENTION!!" shrieked the second man. "Did you pack this bag yourself?"
"Yeah."
"Did you let it out of your sight at any time?"
"No."
"Did any stranger ask you to carry something in your bag?"
"No."
"Are you a terrorist?"
Tasuki looked confused. "What?"
"ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!!"
"No!"
"YOU'RE REFUSING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION?!?!"
"No, I'm sayin' no, I'm not a @%%^ing terrorist!!"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Do I look like a !*%^ing terrorist to you?!"
"Show me your hands."
"Why?"
"SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!!!"
Tasuki quickly put his hands out. The security guy swiped them with a white cloth.
"What's that for?" asked Tasuki.
"Are you a drug dealer?"
"No!"
"Ha ha! You're getting a little excited there! You must be guilty!"
"I'm not excited, and I'm not a drug dealer!"
The man waved the white cloth in Tasuki's face. "Don't worry, we'll know soon enough if you're lying." He cackled evilly.
"Okay, I'm done," said Joe. He was zipping up the suitcase. "Make sure you show them your ticket at the gate. They'll want to check you and your carry on."
Joe was still holding Tasuki's underwear. "Hey!" shouted the bandit. "What are you doin' with those?"
Joe scowled. "I'm confiscating them."
"What the- Why?!"
He crossed his arms. "They look suspicious."
"Okay, okay," said the other man, giving the outraged bandit a shove toward the x-ray machine, "we're done here. Now go take your suitcase and get it x-rayed. Remember, we'll be watching you. I don't wanna see nobody touching that suitcase but you until you get there, got it? Can't have you handing it off to your accomplice."
Tasuki dragged his suitcase across the room to get it x-rayed, still fuming. He joined the others, and they all walked back across the immense room to go through security. Everyone got through without a hitch... except for Tasuki.
"Excuse me sir, is this your bag?" asked a security lady."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I'm just going to open it and go through your stuff."
He rolled his eyes. "Sure, go right ahead. It seems to be the fad nowadays."
The lady rummaged through his carry on. "Aha!" she exclaimed, holding up a metal object. "I know there's a rule against this!"
Tasuki stared, incredulous. "Tweezers!?!?" he exploded.
The lady turned to another lady. "You could poke someone's eye out with this, right?"
The other lady looked at a sheet of paper and shook her head. "Naw, tweezers aren't on the list."
"Oh." The first lady looked disappointed and rummaged through the bag some more. "What about nail clippers?" she asked, hopefully.
The other lady shook her head again. "Nope."
"Oh. Well, thanks for your patience!" she said, smiling at Tasuki and handing his bag back.
"Aloha Airlines Flight 119 for Lihue, Kaua`i now boarding at Gate 49," said the oh-so-pleasant intercom voice.
"See you on the plane, Tasuki!" said Miaka brightly, handing in her ticket and disappearing into the gate. The outlaw crossed his arms and glowered as his friends all boarded without him. He stood impatiently as the security guards at the gate dumped the contents of his carry-on onto a table, waved a metal detector over him, patted him down, and tested everything for drugs.
"Okay sir, you're free to go," said the man who had searched Tasuki's bag. He stood by the table, staring off into space with a pleasantly bored smile, as the redhead dumped all of his belongings back into the bag.
"It's about !#%^ing time," he grumbled as he entered the gate. He was the last person on the plane.
Hotohori had managed to get himself a first-class seat. "Ah, Tasuki- san! Did you get through security okay?"
Tasuki was sulking. "After all that, they took my !*%&ing tweezers anyway," he grumbled.
The emperor spied the tessen in its usual spot on Tasuki's back. "Why didn't they take your tessen?"
The bandit smiled at the irony, showing his fangs. "They said it didn't look dangerous."
"They didn't take our sword either. They didn't even ask about it. Isn't that strange?"
Tasuki shook his head with disgust. "Stupid Americans."
"Sir?" A stewardess hovered at the bandit's shoulder. "There's only one seat left, in the back of the plane. If you will please go and sit down...?"
Tasuki walked to the very back row. A small teenage girl with blue eyes and very long blonde hair was sitting in the window seat. A skinny Japanese girl with brown eyes and dark brown hair was in the aisle seat. The middle seat was open.
Tasuki stared at them. They smiled pleasantly back. He shut his eyes and moaned, despairing. Stuck on a stupid plane between two women? Oh Suzaku, this is the last thing I need! He looked hopefully at the Japanese girl, but she gave no sign of moving over. He sighed, shoved his bag into the overhead compartment, and squeezed past her.
As the plane started to taxi out to the runway, the oriental girl leaned forward and looked at the other girl. She glanced pointedly at the bandit, wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. The blonde nodded, put her hand on her heart, rolled her eyes upwards and fluttered her eyelashes, sighing. Then they both burst out giggling.
Tasuki was feeling very alarmed.
The blonde looked at her friend. "Heebie-heebie," she said.
The brunette smiled. "Muha."
The blonde grinned, nodding. "Muha," she agreed. They giggled again.
Tasuki shut his eyes tight. Suzaku save me!
The plane took off into the sky, roaring. As it began to level off, one of the stewardesses came on the intercom. "Welcome to Aloha Airlines Flight 119. In a few minutes we'll begin our complimentary beverage service. The choices today are tropical punch, Coca-Cola, and milk. For five dollars you may chose from a selection of wine and beer."
"Milk?" asked the brunette. "Since when do they serve milk? That's kind of weird."
A stewardess paused in the aisle next to them, holding a tray. "Would you like anything?" Tasuki shook his head.
"Coca-Cola," said the brunette.
"Milk," requested the blonde.
Tasuki paled.
She stared at him with wide blue eyes. "Hey, you sure you don't want anything? It's free."
He shook his head.
She shrugged. "If you change your mind, you can have some of my milk."
He winced. "I-I- I don't like milk."
"Oh, so you do talk! It's too bad about the milk thing. Milk is really very good for you. It gives you strong bones. Don't you want strong bones? Are you a visitor to Hawaii? Is this your first trip to Kaua`i? I live here. I mean, not here, but on the Big Island. It's actually the island of Hawai`i, but that's kind of confusing 'cuz that's the name of the state. Anyway, I visit Kaua`i all the time. This is the first time without my parents, though. It's really a very nice place. I think you'll like it there. What's your name? Where are you from? Where are you staying? How long are you staying? Did you come with a group?" She paused to take a breath.
"M' name's Tasuki," he said quickly, before she could say anything else. "I'm from Japan... well, sort of. I was born in China, but I'm travellin' from Tokyo with a group a' friends. We're kinda doin' a tour of the islands, so we're only on Kaua`i a few days."
"Tasuki, huh? That's a really really really cool name. Not like my name. My name is really really really boring." She blinked at him with wide blue eyes.
The bandit sighed. "Um... what is your name."
The girl frowned. "I can't tell you that. My mom told me not to give my name to strangers. I'm not going to disobey her because I don't want to break her trust and I don't see any reason to anyway." She thought a moment, and then brightened. "I know! I can make up a name and you can call me that instead! Isn't that a great idea? My name will be Zolac no Miko, and you can call her Corpse." She gestured to the oriental girl on Tasuki's left.
"No!" she cried, indignantly. "I hate that name! Don't call me that!"
The blonde sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine then, think of your own name."
"Thank you," said her friend sarcastically. "My name will be... um... I guess... uh... I'll be... er... yeah, Corpse is good."
Zolac no Miko snorted, taking a sip of her milk.
Tasuki frowned, confused. "So, um, what's with-"
Corpse gasped, her eyes widening. "No! Don't!"
But it was too late. "-th' names?" he finished.
Corpse slapped her forehead. "Dammit, you've started her off again."
Zolac no Miko took a deep breath. "Well, Zolac is the God of Dead Ecotourists. It all started when my mom found this article in Outside magazine about creative ways to get yourself out of problems while on vacation. Like one of them, the problem was that your guide, who seemed normal three days ago, is now foaming at the mouth and stealing your tent poles to build an altar to Zolac, the God of Dead Ecotourists. And it tells you a funny way to solve this. The whole article is like this, and I thought it was funny, so I created this whole thing about Zolac using elements from the article. I tried to draw Zolac as a cartoon of a human skull with antlers, but because I'm such a crappy artist it came out completely random but it looked cool anyway and I liked it. So I made up this thing that Zolac is the God of Dead Ecotourists, God-King of Hostilistan, Keeper of the Holy Words: Je Suis Canadien, Copious Amounts of Gu, and Uncoverable Oozing Lesions. And I said that I was the the High- Priestess of Zolac, and then I got into Fushigi Yûgi, and I changed it to the Priestess of Zolac, or Zolac no Miko, and I-" She stopped suddenly, blinking.
"Wait a minute...." She looked at Tasuki, frowning. Suddenly her lightbulb went on. "Hey! I know you! You're Tasuki from Fushigi Yûgi! Aren't you? Of course you are! There's only one Tasuki! Which means the rest of you are here too. Oh wow, how cool! You're going to have to introduce me to everyone! Anyway, Corpse got her name (Tasuki felt dizzy from the sudden change in topic.) 'cuz we were doing this horror movie in freshman year for our English class called "Shadow Man," except it wasn't very scary and we made a lot of mistakes and it kinda sucked. Well anyway we had to do this scene where we drag this corpse into a closet, and she was the lightest and easiest to drag, so we wrapped her in a white sheet with blood on it and dragged her into the closet. And she couldn't stop laughing, and she looked really funny, 'cuz all you can see is this big white thing jiggling, and then the director said, 'Corpse be jiggling!' and everybody laughed, and then- Hey look, Kaua`i!" She glued her face to the window and shut up.
Corpse and Tasuki sighed in relief. Tasuki decided to talk to Corpse rather than risk reawakening The Mouth.
"Um, why is she so weird?"
Corpse sighed. "Not weird. This is normal for her."
The bandit raised an eyebrow. "She's always like this?" he asked, unbelieving.
"Yep. Afraid so."
His eyes widened. "Gods." He was silent for a moment. "What, does she have ADD or somethin'?"
Corpse shook her head. "Nah. The sad thing is, she's actually like this genius or something. She gets all A's in school."
Tasuki glanced at the oblivious blonde, who was staring at the ocean with wide eyes, her face pressed against the plastic. He shook his head. "Huh. Go figure."
* * *
Notes: Ne, just so you know.... The character Zolac no Miko is not the real me. She is based on me, and most of the things she and Corpse talk about are based on real things/events/people, but certain parts of her character are exaggerated. Like the "genius" part. Obviously, I am not a genius. The talking is in no way an exaggeration. I'm really like that. Perhaps you have been lucky enough to receive one of my reviews/essays?
Disclaimer: Uh, me no own FY or any characters from said anime series. Me no own Aloha Airlines. Me no own Outside magazine or any of the articles from said magazine. I do, however, own the characters Zolac no Miko and Corpse.
Corpse: Screw you, I'm not your property! Zolac no Miko: -_-()
Warnings: Shameless insertion of author and author's close personal friend into story! And, um, reckless exaggerations? And use of the word "crappy" in a PG story! Gasp!
CHAPTER 7: IN WHICH TASUKI MAKES SOME NEW FRIENDS
"WOOHOO!!!! WE'RE GOIN' TO KAUA`I!!!!" bellowed Tasuki. It was early the next morning, and the whole group was at the Honolulu International Airport, standing in line to check in.
"Please, lower your volume Tasuki-san," requested Chiriko anxiously. "Everyone is staring."
"And this is a bad thing?" interjected Nuriko, preening under all the attention.
"What is he so excited about?" wondered Miaka. "Last time he was on a plane he was so sick he wanted to die."
"Won't happen this time," said Mitsukake. "I gave him some medicine."
"We hope you took some as well," commented Hotohori. "You weren't exactly Mr. Iron Stomach either."
Mitsukake just grunted.
"Next in line please!^_^" said the cheerful check in lady.
"Eight for Lihue no da."
"Okay! I'm going to need to see some id!^_^" She peered at the eight passports closely, smiling brightly the whole time. "Okay! How many bags?!^_^"
"Fourteen no da."
"Oh my, and they're really big too! They look heavy!^_^"
"They are," growled Tamahome, who had to carry his and Miaka's.
"Okay, here are your tickets! Take your bags down there to the x-ray machine! Have a nice trip!^_^"
The Suzaku Warriors and Miko stared incredulously at the other side of the very big room, where the x-ray was.
"That's like a mile away!" complained Tasuki.
"Oh sir! That reminds me! Your ticket is marked for a random search! Please give your suitcase to the nice gentlemen here!^_^"
The outlaw stared with wide eyes at two very large, very unfriendly looking men in security uniforms standing off to the side.
"Put your bag on the table, sir," said one of them, scowling darkly.
Nuriko touched Tasuki's shoulder, smiling. "Better do what they want; they look like they mean business. We're going to get started dragging the bags to the x-ray. We'll wait for you there, okay?"
Tasuki put his bag on the table. The first man began unzipping it. "What's th' point of-"
"WE'LL ASK THE QUESTIONS HERE!!!" shouted the second man. He cleared his throat. "Okay. I'm going to ask you a few questions, while Joe here goes through all of your personal stuff."
"It's not like I enjoy it," said Joe. "It's just that it's my job." He held up a pair of happy face boxers. "Nice underwear."
"Hey-!"
"PAY ATTENTION!!" shrieked the second man. "Did you pack this bag yourself?"
"Yeah."
"Did you let it out of your sight at any time?"
"No."
"Did any stranger ask you to carry something in your bag?"
"No."
"Are you a terrorist?"
Tasuki looked confused. "What?"
"ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!!"
"No!"
"YOU'RE REFUSING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION?!?!"
"No, I'm sayin' no, I'm not a @%%^ing terrorist!!"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Do I look like a !*%^ing terrorist to you?!"
"Show me your hands."
"Why?"
"SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!!!"
Tasuki quickly put his hands out. The security guy swiped them with a white cloth.
"What's that for?" asked Tasuki.
"Are you a drug dealer?"
"No!"
"Ha ha! You're getting a little excited there! You must be guilty!"
"I'm not excited, and I'm not a drug dealer!"
The man waved the white cloth in Tasuki's face. "Don't worry, we'll know soon enough if you're lying." He cackled evilly.
"Okay, I'm done," said Joe. He was zipping up the suitcase. "Make sure you show them your ticket at the gate. They'll want to check you and your carry on."
Joe was still holding Tasuki's underwear. "Hey!" shouted the bandit. "What are you doin' with those?"
Joe scowled. "I'm confiscating them."
"What the- Why?!"
He crossed his arms. "They look suspicious."
"Okay, okay," said the other man, giving the outraged bandit a shove toward the x-ray machine, "we're done here. Now go take your suitcase and get it x-rayed. Remember, we'll be watching you. I don't wanna see nobody touching that suitcase but you until you get there, got it? Can't have you handing it off to your accomplice."
Tasuki dragged his suitcase across the room to get it x-rayed, still fuming. He joined the others, and they all walked back across the immense room to go through security. Everyone got through without a hitch... except for Tasuki.
"Excuse me sir, is this your bag?" asked a security lady."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I'm just going to open it and go through your stuff."
He rolled his eyes. "Sure, go right ahead. It seems to be the fad nowadays."
The lady rummaged through his carry on. "Aha!" she exclaimed, holding up a metal object. "I know there's a rule against this!"
Tasuki stared, incredulous. "Tweezers!?!?" he exploded.
The lady turned to another lady. "You could poke someone's eye out with this, right?"
The other lady looked at a sheet of paper and shook her head. "Naw, tweezers aren't on the list."
"Oh." The first lady looked disappointed and rummaged through the bag some more. "What about nail clippers?" she asked, hopefully.
The other lady shook her head again. "Nope."
"Oh. Well, thanks for your patience!" she said, smiling at Tasuki and handing his bag back.
"Aloha Airlines Flight 119 for Lihue, Kaua`i now boarding at Gate 49," said the oh-so-pleasant intercom voice.
"See you on the plane, Tasuki!" said Miaka brightly, handing in her ticket and disappearing into the gate. The outlaw crossed his arms and glowered as his friends all boarded without him. He stood impatiently as the security guards at the gate dumped the contents of his carry-on onto a table, waved a metal detector over him, patted him down, and tested everything for drugs.
"Okay sir, you're free to go," said the man who had searched Tasuki's bag. He stood by the table, staring off into space with a pleasantly bored smile, as the redhead dumped all of his belongings back into the bag.
"It's about !#%^ing time," he grumbled as he entered the gate. He was the last person on the plane.
Hotohori had managed to get himself a first-class seat. "Ah, Tasuki- san! Did you get through security okay?"
Tasuki was sulking. "After all that, they took my !*%&ing tweezers anyway," he grumbled.
The emperor spied the tessen in its usual spot on Tasuki's back. "Why didn't they take your tessen?"
The bandit smiled at the irony, showing his fangs. "They said it didn't look dangerous."
"They didn't take our sword either. They didn't even ask about it. Isn't that strange?"
Tasuki shook his head with disgust. "Stupid Americans."
"Sir?" A stewardess hovered at the bandit's shoulder. "There's only one seat left, in the back of the plane. If you will please go and sit down...?"
Tasuki walked to the very back row. A small teenage girl with blue eyes and very long blonde hair was sitting in the window seat. A skinny Japanese girl with brown eyes and dark brown hair was in the aisle seat. The middle seat was open.
Tasuki stared at them. They smiled pleasantly back. He shut his eyes and moaned, despairing. Stuck on a stupid plane between two women? Oh Suzaku, this is the last thing I need! He looked hopefully at the Japanese girl, but she gave no sign of moving over. He sighed, shoved his bag into the overhead compartment, and squeezed past her.
As the plane started to taxi out to the runway, the oriental girl leaned forward and looked at the other girl. She glanced pointedly at the bandit, wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. The blonde nodded, put her hand on her heart, rolled her eyes upwards and fluttered her eyelashes, sighing. Then they both burst out giggling.
Tasuki was feeling very alarmed.
The blonde looked at her friend. "Heebie-heebie," she said.
The brunette smiled. "Muha."
The blonde grinned, nodding. "Muha," she agreed. They giggled again.
Tasuki shut his eyes tight. Suzaku save me!
The plane took off into the sky, roaring. As it began to level off, one of the stewardesses came on the intercom. "Welcome to Aloha Airlines Flight 119. In a few minutes we'll begin our complimentary beverage service. The choices today are tropical punch, Coca-Cola, and milk. For five dollars you may chose from a selection of wine and beer."
"Milk?" asked the brunette. "Since when do they serve milk? That's kind of weird."
A stewardess paused in the aisle next to them, holding a tray. "Would you like anything?" Tasuki shook his head.
"Coca-Cola," said the brunette.
"Milk," requested the blonde.
Tasuki paled.
She stared at him with wide blue eyes. "Hey, you sure you don't want anything? It's free."
He shook his head.
She shrugged. "If you change your mind, you can have some of my milk."
He winced. "I-I- I don't like milk."
"Oh, so you do talk! It's too bad about the milk thing. Milk is really very good for you. It gives you strong bones. Don't you want strong bones? Are you a visitor to Hawaii? Is this your first trip to Kaua`i? I live here. I mean, not here, but on the Big Island. It's actually the island of Hawai`i, but that's kind of confusing 'cuz that's the name of the state. Anyway, I visit Kaua`i all the time. This is the first time without my parents, though. It's really a very nice place. I think you'll like it there. What's your name? Where are you from? Where are you staying? How long are you staying? Did you come with a group?" She paused to take a breath.
"M' name's Tasuki," he said quickly, before she could say anything else. "I'm from Japan... well, sort of. I was born in China, but I'm travellin' from Tokyo with a group a' friends. We're kinda doin' a tour of the islands, so we're only on Kaua`i a few days."
"Tasuki, huh? That's a really really really cool name. Not like my name. My name is really really really boring." She blinked at him with wide blue eyes.
The bandit sighed. "Um... what is your name."
The girl frowned. "I can't tell you that. My mom told me not to give my name to strangers. I'm not going to disobey her because I don't want to break her trust and I don't see any reason to anyway." She thought a moment, and then brightened. "I know! I can make up a name and you can call me that instead! Isn't that a great idea? My name will be Zolac no Miko, and you can call her Corpse." She gestured to the oriental girl on Tasuki's left.
"No!" she cried, indignantly. "I hate that name! Don't call me that!"
The blonde sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine then, think of your own name."
"Thank you," said her friend sarcastically. "My name will be... um... I guess... uh... I'll be... er... yeah, Corpse is good."
Zolac no Miko snorted, taking a sip of her milk.
Tasuki frowned, confused. "So, um, what's with-"
Corpse gasped, her eyes widening. "No! Don't!"
But it was too late. "-th' names?" he finished.
Corpse slapped her forehead. "Dammit, you've started her off again."
Zolac no Miko took a deep breath. "Well, Zolac is the God of Dead Ecotourists. It all started when my mom found this article in Outside magazine about creative ways to get yourself out of problems while on vacation. Like one of them, the problem was that your guide, who seemed normal three days ago, is now foaming at the mouth and stealing your tent poles to build an altar to Zolac, the God of Dead Ecotourists. And it tells you a funny way to solve this. The whole article is like this, and I thought it was funny, so I created this whole thing about Zolac using elements from the article. I tried to draw Zolac as a cartoon of a human skull with antlers, but because I'm such a crappy artist it came out completely random but it looked cool anyway and I liked it. So I made up this thing that Zolac is the God of Dead Ecotourists, God-King of Hostilistan, Keeper of the Holy Words: Je Suis Canadien, Copious Amounts of Gu, and Uncoverable Oozing Lesions. And I said that I was the the High- Priestess of Zolac, and then I got into Fushigi Yûgi, and I changed it to the Priestess of Zolac, or Zolac no Miko, and I-" She stopped suddenly, blinking.
"Wait a minute...." She looked at Tasuki, frowning. Suddenly her lightbulb went on. "Hey! I know you! You're Tasuki from Fushigi Yûgi! Aren't you? Of course you are! There's only one Tasuki! Which means the rest of you are here too. Oh wow, how cool! You're going to have to introduce me to everyone! Anyway, Corpse got her name (Tasuki felt dizzy from the sudden change in topic.) 'cuz we were doing this horror movie in freshman year for our English class called "Shadow Man," except it wasn't very scary and we made a lot of mistakes and it kinda sucked. Well anyway we had to do this scene where we drag this corpse into a closet, and she was the lightest and easiest to drag, so we wrapped her in a white sheet with blood on it and dragged her into the closet. And she couldn't stop laughing, and she looked really funny, 'cuz all you can see is this big white thing jiggling, and then the director said, 'Corpse be jiggling!' and everybody laughed, and then- Hey look, Kaua`i!" She glued her face to the window and shut up.
Corpse and Tasuki sighed in relief. Tasuki decided to talk to Corpse rather than risk reawakening The Mouth.
"Um, why is she so weird?"
Corpse sighed. "Not weird. This is normal for her."
The bandit raised an eyebrow. "She's always like this?" he asked, unbelieving.
"Yep. Afraid so."
His eyes widened. "Gods." He was silent for a moment. "What, does she have ADD or somethin'?"
Corpse shook her head. "Nah. The sad thing is, she's actually like this genius or something. She gets all A's in school."
Tasuki glanced at the oblivious blonde, who was staring at the ocean with wide eyes, her face pressed against the plastic. He shook his head. "Huh. Go figure."
* * *
Notes: Ne, just so you know.... The character Zolac no Miko is not the real me. She is based on me, and most of the things she and Corpse talk about are based on real things/events/people, but certain parts of her character are exaggerated. Like the "genius" part. Obviously, I am not a genius. The talking is in no way an exaggeration. I'm really like that. Perhaps you have been lucky enough to receive one of my reviews/essays?