Demonic Realities
Part 1
By Song-Obsessed1
Disclaimer: ....? What, you want me to write here!? Feh! Go find your own lackey!
Note: I am on a writer's block but vanilla coke and boredom have conspired to create this. Enjoy.
It was a cool June morning. School had let out a mere three weeks ago and Kagome found this to be strangely displeasing.
Yuka had gone off to an American summer camp for a month. Eri was visiting her Aunt, Uncle, and Grandparents in Fukoaka. Ayumi was saddled down baby- sitting her brother as her mom worked at her new job as an editor of the daily newspaper. Unable to leave home or invite others over, Ayumi was almost as hopeless to reach as her other friends. Even her naïve suitor Houjo had gone somewhere, Hawaii to be precise.
Bored out of her mind and utterly lonely she flopped back onto her freshly made pink bed and sighed. Mentally noting that her little brother, Souta, was once again terrorizing people in the little video game world of Tony Hawk 3.
Grandpa seemed to take up plastering the shrine with Ofudas to keep foreboding clouds of evil and mayhem away.
Kagome cocked her head to the side and absently wondered where her mom was. Realization dawned on her as she faintly remembered her mom stepping out for some heavy duty grocery shopping. Sure, Kagome was invited to come along. But someone who has over 200 walmart coupons is just plain scary. And time consuming.
Her eyes widened as she heard Souta click off his game and run for dear life. She KNEW what this meant.
"TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!" She screeched at out the closed window, which showed Souta running out of the house and away from the Shrine. Falling to the ground as she scratched at it like a trapped rat.
Her door creaked open...
"Kagome, could you please clean the attic dear?" Grandpa asked in a 'No choice' tone of voice.
A loud, wailing, someone-just-died, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" rung through the neighborhood.
"Souta that little twerp. Ditching me for his friend's house. He'll get his when he comes back. Now all I need is some oil, feathers, and a bucket of live rats..." Plotted a smoldering Kagome as she began the horrid task of moving all the attic junk to one side of the room, so she could mop the other. Then she had to go through the junk and get rid of all the...JUNK.
Souta, as imagined, had fled at the first sound of grandpa's footsteps. Coward.
As Kagome picked up a box and began moving it she tripped over a small inconspicuous mahogany box. The contents of the cardboard box she WAS carrying spilled and forgotten. Leaning over she peered at the box with intense concentration. This hadn't been anything she'd seen the last billion times Souta chickened out and ran away, leaving her to clean the attic. It was as if someone didn't want it found...Strange.
Picking it up she slipped it into her room and hid it in the bottom drawer of her desk. Satisfied, she finished cleaning the attic.
Souta, after due punishment when he came home, went back to playing Tony Hawk 3. Amazing that the kid was so devoted he could play with his hands duck taped to his sides. Heh.
Pushing aside all other things in order to look at the 'box' Kagome sat on her bed staring at it.
Being empathetic, meaning she could tell others feelings by being near them, she was shocked the find that the box had a wary aura...Was something dangerous inside perhaps? Taking little precaution as curiosity won over all, she opened the 'box'. The hinges squeaked a little as she peered inside...
What the...
Blink...
There was a little pink marble-shaped crystal and...Pocky?
Weird.
She reached out to touch the crystal, however, as she touched it a blinding light made her turn and shield her eyes.
When she looked back, it was gone. Blinking again, she looked down at the fingertips of the hand she'd touched the jewel with. They were glowing the same pink color as the crystal thing did. The light dimmed, faded and was gone.
OOoo
She looked down at the Pocky, sweatdropped, and decided not to eat something that could be decades old.
Ahhhh.... Morning already? Hmmmmmmmm....
She tried to curl deeper into the blankets, however, something yanked them violently off her, leaving her in her blue sleeping-shorts and her Sham shirt with a cat on it.
Mumbling she growled out, "Souta give me back my blankets or I'm gonna seriously hurt you."
She gazed a bleary eye at the clock, which told her it was exactly 11 am.
"Oi, wench. I am not Souta you cat-loving freak. Now gimme back my Pocky, woman!"
OO
Kagome shot up, took one look at the man clad in red with silver hair, yellow eyes and...Dog-ears? And screamed.
She could hear her mom and grandpa rush up with, what seemed like, Souta on their heels. She sat wide-eyed, the blanket tossed unconventionally on the ground, as the audacious man or teen sat back on her desk radiating with arrogance.
"Honey, what's the matter?" Asked her mom as she rushed in and made her way to the bed-headed girl.
"Mom, look!" She said pointing to the Silver-haired teen as grandpa and Souta rushed in and looked as well. "This man was in my room when I got up, yelling about Pocky!!"
Silence.
"Um...Honey..Maybe you're not getting enough sleep."
"Um, Mom, Kagome sleeps 14 hours a day.." Interjected Souta.
"Oh, well, perhaps It's the boredom. Kagome you know all you have to do is ask if you want me to sign you up for a summer activity, dear."
"But mom-,"
"Or maybe you just need to eat? Come on Kagome I think I'll make you some brunch, okay?" Her mom said guiding her out of her room and into the kitchen. She was confused...Didn't they see him. Didn't they hear the thump sound and hysterical laughter coming from upstairs as they entered the kitchen?
"I am not prepared for this." Muttered Kagome as she repeatedly banged her head into the kitchen table.
Review please wonderful readers. Crickets chirp Blink...Awwwwwwww. I thought there was actually someone there... Oh well..
Waits...
Waits more...
Fine! Leaves
Song-Obsessed1
Part 1
By Song-Obsessed1
Disclaimer: ....? What, you want me to write here!? Feh! Go find your own lackey!
Note: I am on a writer's block but vanilla coke and boredom have conspired to create this. Enjoy.
It was a cool June morning. School had let out a mere three weeks ago and Kagome found this to be strangely displeasing.
Yuka had gone off to an American summer camp for a month. Eri was visiting her Aunt, Uncle, and Grandparents in Fukoaka. Ayumi was saddled down baby- sitting her brother as her mom worked at her new job as an editor of the daily newspaper. Unable to leave home or invite others over, Ayumi was almost as hopeless to reach as her other friends. Even her naïve suitor Houjo had gone somewhere, Hawaii to be precise.
Bored out of her mind and utterly lonely she flopped back onto her freshly made pink bed and sighed. Mentally noting that her little brother, Souta, was once again terrorizing people in the little video game world of Tony Hawk 3.
Grandpa seemed to take up plastering the shrine with Ofudas to keep foreboding clouds of evil and mayhem away.
Kagome cocked her head to the side and absently wondered where her mom was. Realization dawned on her as she faintly remembered her mom stepping out for some heavy duty grocery shopping. Sure, Kagome was invited to come along. But someone who has over 200 walmart coupons is just plain scary. And time consuming.
Her eyes widened as she heard Souta click off his game and run for dear life. She KNEW what this meant.
"TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!" She screeched at out the closed window, which showed Souta running out of the house and away from the Shrine. Falling to the ground as she scratched at it like a trapped rat.
Her door creaked open...
"Kagome, could you please clean the attic dear?" Grandpa asked in a 'No choice' tone of voice.
A loud, wailing, someone-just-died, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" rung through the neighborhood.
"Souta that little twerp. Ditching me for his friend's house. He'll get his when he comes back. Now all I need is some oil, feathers, and a bucket of live rats..." Plotted a smoldering Kagome as she began the horrid task of moving all the attic junk to one side of the room, so she could mop the other. Then she had to go through the junk and get rid of all the...JUNK.
Souta, as imagined, had fled at the first sound of grandpa's footsteps. Coward.
As Kagome picked up a box and began moving it she tripped over a small inconspicuous mahogany box. The contents of the cardboard box she WAS carrying spilled and forgotten. Leaning over she peered at the box with intense concentration. This hadn't been anything she'd seen the last billion times Souta chickened out and ran away, leaving her to clean the attic. It was as if someone didn't want it found...Strange.
Picking it up she slipped it into her room and hid it in the bottom drawer of her desk. Satisfied, she finished cleaning the attic.
Souta, after due punishment when he came home, went back to playing Tony Hawk 3. Amazing that the kid was so devoted he could play with his hands duck taped to his sides. Heh.
Pushing aside all other things in order to look at the 'box' Kagome sat on her bed staring at it.
Being empathetic, meaning she could tell others feelings by being near them, she was shocked the find that the box had a wary aura...Was something dangerous inside perhaps? Taking little precaution as curiosity won over all, she opened the 'box'. The hinges squeaked a little as she peered inside...
What the...
Blink...
There was a little pink marble-shaped crystal and...Pocky?
Weird.
She reached out to touch the crystal, however, as she touched it a blinding light made her turn and shield her eyes.
When she looked back, it was gone. Blinking again, she looked down at the fingertips of the hand she'd touched the jewel with. They were glowing the same pink color as the crystal thing did. The light dimmed, faded and was gone.
OOoo
She looked down at the Pocky, sweatdropped, and decided not to eat something that could be decades old.
Ahhhh.... Morning already? Hmmmmmmmm....
She tried to curl deeper into the blankets, however, something yanked them violently off her, leaving her in her blue sleeping-shorts and her Sham shirt with a cat on it.
Mumbling she growled out, "Souta give me back my blankets or I'm gonna seriously hurt you."
She gazed a bleary eye at the clock, which told her it was exactly 11 am.
"Oi, wench. I am not Souta you cat-loving freak. Now gimme back my Pocky, woman!"
OO
Kagome shot up, took one look at the man clad in red with silver hair, yellow eyes and...Dog-ears? And screamed.
She could hear her mom and grandpa rush up with, what seemed like, Souta on their heels. She sat wide-eyed, the blanket tossed unconventionally on the ground, as the audacious man or teen sat back on her desk radiating with arrogance.
"Honey, what's the matter?" Asked her mom as she rushed in and made her way to the bed-headed girl.
"Mom, look!" She said pointing to the Silver-haired teen as grandpa and Souta rushed in and looked as well. "This man was in my room when I got up, yelling about Pocky!!"
Silence.
"Um...Honey..Maybe you're not getting enough sleep."
"Um, Mom, Kagome sleeps 14 hours a day.." Interjected Souta.
"Oh, well, perhaps It's the boredom. Kagome you know all you have to do is ask if you want me to sign you up for a summer activity, dear."
"But mom-,"
"Or maybe you just need to eat? Come on Kagome I think I'll make you some brunch, okay?" Her mom said guiding her out of her room and into the kitchen. She was confused...Didn't they see him. Didn't they hear the thump sound and hysterical laughter coming from upstairs as they entered the kitchen?
"I am not prepared for this." Muttered Kagome as she repeatedly banged her head into the kitchen table.
Review please wonderful readers. Crickets chirp Blink...Awwwwwwww. I thought there was actually someone there... Oh well..
Waits...
Waits more...
Fine! Leaves
Song-Obsessed1