Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho doesn't belong to me. But the academy, Lyra, the
teachers, and all the gross, icky, rotting monsters do ( Tch. Yeah, like
I'm real proud of them.).
Chapter 4
"What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?" Hiei could only stare as the massive creature rolled up to the cottage on its tank treads. Yuske and Kuwabara could only stare as it leveled its cannon arm and charged up a shot. With a roar, a sizzling ball of energy shot out and raced towards them, only to be stopped by a wall of light. Kuwabara glanced down to his left to see Erika muttering under her breath, struggling to keep her barrier up.
Rachel helped beef up the defenses with a wall of thorny vines. The beast raised its cannon again and shot out another energy ball. Apparently having enough with long-range attacks, the behemoth charged forwards and slammed against the wall. Foot-long thorns tore and ripped at the rotting flesh as it raised both cannon arm and clawed, decaying limb. Yuske flinched back as the barrier illuminated the assorted ickyness that splashed up against it.
Lyra was awake and focused as soon as she felt the first rumble. The telltale shimmer of a defensive barrier surrounded the building. She was still able to spot the white kitsune; however, until it dashed away down towards the cliff. The smell then hit her and she instantly knew what her attacker was, an undead monster. Hastily, she tossed sketchbook and pencils inside and shut and locked the glass-paneled doors. Hopping over the balcony railing onto the roof, she ran over to the front of the house. There was no way she'd let the guys have all the fun.
Kurama smelled the creature even before he was in his full demon form. Wandering alone on the beach, he felt tempted to just leave the fools to deal with the beast on their own. But that was before he saw it heave itself at the erected wall, a horrible creature for which there was no name. He wasn't even sure it was alive, but nothing that hideous could possibly be of this world, or any other for that matter. Sighing in exasperation, Youko Kurama literally flew up the wind swept staircase.
The stench hit him only halfway up the towering cliff, and almost caused him to pass out. Kurama tied his jacket around the lower part of his face to block out as much of the deathly smell as he could, and continued upwards. The thing was even more horrifying up close, as it tried once again to storm the thorns and force field. Decayed flesh left in its wake, its arms wildly flailing at the shield. Already a few hairline cracks were appearing. he would have to act quickly, if at all.
"Dude, it's giant!" Kuwabara stood alongside Yuske, his Spirit Sword unleashed. The cracks in the shield were widening with each swing of the monster's massive arms, and Erika was too weak to create another one. Rachel's thorns were in disarray around the front yard, the drive was churned up by tank treads, and the trees out front were vaporized by the cannon blasts. "We have to get out to stop it, but the damn shield won't let us through!" Yuske griped, in position to shoot his Spirit Gun. The spirit detective spoke too soon; however, as a clawed arm broke a hole about ten feet in diameter in the barrier. The light field shuddered for a moment, then collapsed. Kuwabara leapt forwards into the fight. "Now's our chance!"
Lyra watched as the white kitsune raced to her roommates' aid. She was waiting on the roof until the thing let down its guard, but that seemed impossible. It was taking on Yuske, Kuwabara, Hiei, and her sketching model without breaking a sweat, unless you count all the vile stuff dripping off of it as such. Yuske shot out his spirit gun while Kuwabara and Hiei went in close for physical attacks. The kitsune pulled out a rose whip and literally ran circles around the behemoth, slicing and dicing away. But all was in vain. No amount of physical cuts and blows would stop this opponent. In quiet contemplation, Lyra sat in the shadow of one of the cottage's gables and planned out her attack. Rachel and Erika had definitely weakened the zombie-ish monster down with their overwhelming defensive shields, as its flesh was torn in ribbons all around its body. It barely had enough energy left to fire two or three cannon-blasts, and the four fighters were way too fast. But with all their speed, those four foolish boys would tire out soon.
Having decided on a plan, Lyra began to summon up her strength in preparation for her attack. It was almost humorous to see one young girl, calmly sit for a minute and meditate, admidst all the fighting and turmoil. Of course, as soon as you saw the rain clouds move in and water welling up from the ground, it wasn't so funny. The ground turned to mud, and even the kitsune was having trouble moving through the stuff. Yuske and Kuwabara were starting to get pulled down into the muck and Hiei was slowed down enough to get a face-full of metal and flesh. Tank treads tore hopelessly at the soft earth before sinking into the waist-level mud and muck. Gears stuck, limbs flailed, to no avail. By the time Lyra's roommates and the demon-fox managed to pull themselves out of what had once been a dry lawn, the living, decaying tank was too stuck to move.
"The hell wuzzat?" Yuske said, as he fished his sneaker out from the muck. Lyra hopped down from the roof in one graceful motion, and slipped in a puddle. In a second, she was sprawled on the muddy ground, her jeans and shirt getting extremely dirty. "Eww." She grabbed the closest stable object (Youko Kurama) and awkwardly pulled herself back up. "That was an undead. what you guys were sent to stop. Ugh! Grossgrossgross! This stuff is disgusting!" She pulled a clump of mud from her long, black hair and continued her speech. "That little storm was compliment of yours truly." Lyra did a quick little bow and almost fell over again. A clawed hand reached out and grabbed her arm, preventing the fall. "Oh, thank you.Whoa! Uh.um.Mr. Fox-dude, Sir." "No problem, girl. Next time, why don't you make it rain a little less? This mud isn't the best for your health." "No, I suppose not. I have an idea! Why don't we all go inside, have a nice cup of tea, and go to bed. Of course, you don't have to, sir." Lyra nodded her head at the white kitsune. Mentally, Kurama chuckled. Lyra had no idea who he really was. Although it would be better that she didn't know, he would have liked to see her reaction to his condition.
The tea was of an unusual sort. As Kurama sipped it gently, he tried to separate the flavors of the different herbs. Lavender, rosemary, spearmint.raspberries? .He wasn't really sure, but the broth was delicious. The rain had soaked him to the bone and the warm tea and roaring fireplace was quickly warming him back up. With a tad of irritation, Kurama smoothed the fur on his tail. He had been the first to get in the shower that he and his three male roommates shared, and Lyra had been kind enough to lend him a hairdryer. His fur dried, but became extremely fluffed up. I look like a goddamn poodle! Taking another sip of tea, the miffed kitsune grumbled about how cheap American products were and settled himself into a more comfortable position on his over-stuffed armchair.
He must've dozed off, sitting by the fire, the warm mug in his hands. Because when he woke up, sunlight was streaming through the living-room windows, the fire had died down to smoking cinders, and his half-empty (Or half-full if you happen to be in a more optimistic mood) mug of tea was ice cold (Well, not really. It's certainly warmer than ice. *KKC gets whacked over head by an annoyed and cranky Kurama for spoiling his morning gripe and for being so optimistic* Ow! Okay, Okay.shutting up!). He seemed to have reverted back to his normal human form during the night. There was the clattering of pans from the kitchen as someone hurried to make breakfast. Kurama stretched and the quilt covering him fell onto the floor. Grumbling, he checked his watch. 6:30. Who in their right mind would get up so early when there weren't any classes or whatever? Back at home he relished being able to sleep late on the weekends, much like anyone else would.
Stumbling out of the arm-chair, Kurama stretched and yawned before staggering out to the kitchen to make some coffee. Lyra was already busy making home fries, bacon, and sausage. She glanced over at Kurama, smirked at his stoned expression, and asked, "How do 'ya want your eggs?" Kurama yawned again. "Over easy, please." He stumbled over to the counter. There was a pot of coffee already made, so he grabbed a clean mug and filled it. After adding a little sugar and cream, he took a small gulp of the warm liquid. "What is in this?" He asked Lyra. "Huh? Oh, it's a special blend I buy online. Chocolate-covered strawberry." She scooped two eggs off the griddle, along with a small heap of home fries, three bacon strips, and two sausages, and slid the across the table in front of Kurama, the smell was enticing. Kurama grabbed a fork and knife from the silverware drawer and a napkin from the holder on the table before digging in. He started on the sausage, which was also filled with sharp cheddar cheese, and moved on to the home fries soon after. Lyra sat down across from him, a mug of steaming coffee in hand. "Hungry, eh?" She took a sip, but almost fell off her chair when the doorbell rang.
Lyra stalked over to the front door and looked out of the peephole. Suddenly, she opened the door and squealed out "Good Morning!" to the guests, two other girls. The three began to talk so fast, Kurama couldn't make out what they were saying. The newer girls came in, bound down by suitcases and a broom. O-kaaay.weird. Lyra bounced over to Kurama and began to introduce him to her friends. "Oh, Kurama! This is my sister Lark," She pointed to a girl that was barely a year younger than herself. Lark was dressed as fashionably as her sister in low jeans and a flowing shirt with Grecian-style sleeves. Her hair was loose, except for two braided sections tied back into a ponytail in the back. A silver pentacle on a leather cord served as a necklace, and a silver-chain was around her waist like a belt. Kurama shook her hand, and was surprised to see a small, gray mouse scurry down from behind her slender neck and up onto his arm, where it twitched it's whiskers and bowed it's furred head. "-and this is Holly, my best friend since I first took classes here." Holly bowed her head in welcome. She was quite tall for her age, and her red hair was tied in a short ponytail, choppy bangs covering her green eyes. She was wearing jean shorts, and a red Tee shirt. Around her neck was a hawk's feather tied on a silken cord. She was carrying a broom over one shoulder, the Holly twigs crooked and going in all directions away from the Ash handle. A yellow messenger's bag was slung over the same shoulder so that the pack itself rested on the opposite hip. A yowling sound came from the bag as a black cat peeped its head out. It comically tilted its head to one side as it stared at Kurama then disappeared back in the bag, the bell on its collar tinkling. Holly blushed, "I'm sorry! Kyuro has been acting a little weird lately, he's not too fond of flying in such cramped conditions." "Uh, I see." Kurama finished his breakfast and cleaned his dishes while Lyra and co. got reacquainted. Hiei wouldn't be too happy about the arrival of more students.
And was he right. Hiei immediately stormed downstairs to confront the girls about this problem, and was immediately sent back upstairs soaking wet, bruised, and with a red hand print across his face. "What got at you?" Yuske asked as he stumbled out of his shared bedroom. Hiei gave his usual "Hn", but set Yuske's boxers on fire as he walked past. Still smirking from hearing Yuske scream bloody murder down the hall, the short demon bumped into Kuwabara, who was curiously trying to find out what was wrong with his roommate. "Hey, what happened?" Hiei shrugged and replied, "Curiosity killed the cat, you know." Kuwabara blanched and sped off to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Thanks, Lyra." Yuske told the water-manipulator, who had extinguished his boxers. He headed back upstairs amid the giggles of the three girls to change. Kuwabara strolled into the kitchen, grabbed a mug of coffee, and gulped it down before noticing Lyra, Lark, and Holly. "The hell? Who invited you two?" he pointed to the two newcomers as soon as he noticed them. "These two are my sister and best friend, Lyra and Holly." She explained in a miffed tone (Having had to explain it for the fourth time that morning).
Kuwabara sheepishly apologized and shook hands. "I'm sorry. Lyra, you never told me you had a sister." "You didn't ask, did you? Oh, good morning Rachel!" Lyra waved to her teacher. "Yeah, good-fricken-morning. Can't I get any sleep when those two come to visit? So much goddamn noise over a pair of girls." Rachel angrily drained the last of the coffee into her cup and stalked over to the dining room table to drink. "Uh-huh. Hey, how's Erika?" Kuwabara asked politely. "How do you think? She's getting too old for this stuff. Be about a hundred and ten next month." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few minutes later, after she had had her fill of coffee, Rachel started to act like her usual self. "Hiei! Kuwabara! Get ready to work outside, we need to clean up the damage caused by the thing. That includes pulling it out of that muck, so wear your crappiest and dirtiest clothes. Yuske, stop slacking and do the dishes! Lark, Holly, put your stuff away and help out. And put that rodent away, will you? It's unsanitary!" Ah, yes. another morning at Cumulus academy. A bossy teacher. chores. intelligent rats. and a two-ton tank to pull out of the mud. Lovely (Can't you note the SARCASM there folks?).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I'm so sorry! * Gets on knees and begs forgiveness from readers* My parents took me on the vacation from hell to Virginia! Imagine! No computers! Dried vomit in the otel that was supposed to be a Clarion! A sixteen hour road trip with the dreaded future fanfic author Fangirlitus (My step-sister) without a CD player or gameboy (Batteries went dead, I forgot to recharge them)! And then another trip the same length on the way back! Oh, and we got hit by a comatose driver on the way back and had to chase the all around exit 88. That's just the tip of the Iceberg, though.
When I got back from Virginia, I suffered writer's block and Kitten paws. If you're unfamiliar with the latter, it's when two eight-pound cats sprawl out on your keyboard, fall asleep, and refuse to move (I only hope those scratches won't scar). Anyways, on a better note, I'm trying to write good quality stuff here. I don't know about you, but I got pretty hungry when describing the breakfast scene between Kurama and Lyra. *Sob * Over easy eggs, homefries, Bacon, cheddarwurst, toast, coffee. *drools * I never get breakfast like that! (Not with Kurama, I mean. that'd be impossible, but I can still dream! I just never have time to have a full meal besides at dinner.) Oh and there is chocolate-covered-strawberry coffee. When we visited my mom's friend in Virginia (A chocolate freak if you ever saw one. The neighborhood kids love to visit her house, she gives the stuff away for free. She has an entire kitchen decorated in Chocolate stuff.), she served us that same coffee, chocolate-cheese and crackers, and king-sized bars of Hershey's Dark chocolate. It's a real bummer we won't be going back anytime soon. -_-*
To cut to the chase, I'm gonna update about every week so the next chapter will be of good quality and you won't flame me for being so lazy. If I manage to do more than that, well. Um. Good for you, then. I guess. Arrrrrrrrgh!!!!!! I'm going brain dead! Too many book reports!!!! *cough * Ho-kay! See you later!
K.K.C.
Chapter 4
"What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?" Hiei could only stare as the massive creature rolled up to the cottage on its tank treads. Yuske and Kuwabara could only stare as it leveled its cannon arm and charged up a shot. With a roar, a sizzling ball of energy shot out and raced towards them, only to be stopped by a wall of light. Kuwabara glanced down to his left to see Erika muttering under her breath, struggling to keep her barrier up.
Rachel helped beef up the defenses with a wall of thorny vines. The beast raised its cannon again and shot out another energy ball. Apparently having enough with long-range attacks, the behemoth charged forwards and slammed against the wall. Foot-long thorns tore and ripped at the rotting flesh as it raised both cannon arm and clawed, decaying limb. Yuske flinched back as the barrier illuminated the assorted ickyness that splashed up against it.
Lyra was awake and focused as soon as she felt the first rumble. The telltale shimmer of a defensive barrier surrounded the building. She was still able to spot the white kitsune; however, until it dashed away down towards the cliff. The smell then hit her and she instantly knew what her attacker was, an undead monster. Hastily, she tossed sketchbook and pencils inside and shut and locked the glass-paneled doors. Hopping over the balcony railing onto the roof, she ran over to the front of the house. There was no way she'd let the guys have all the fun.
Kurama smelled the creature even before he was in his full demon form. Wandering alone on the beach, he felt tempted to just leave the fools to deal with the beast on their own. But that was before he saw it heave itself at the erected wall, a horrible creature for which there was no name. He wasn't even sure it was alive, but nothing that hideous could possibly be of this world, or any other for that matter. Sighing in exasperation, Youko Kurama literally flew up the wind swept staircase.
The stench hit him only halfway up the towering cliff, and almost caused him to pass out. Kurama tied his jacket around the lower part of his face to block out as much of the deathly smell as he could, and continued upwards. The thing was even more horrifying up close, as it tried once again to storm the thorns and force field. Decayed flesh left in its wake, its arms wildly flailing at the shield. Already a few hairline cracks were appearing. he would have to act quickly, if at all.
"Dude, it's giant!" Kuwabara stood alongside Yuske, his Spirit Sword unleashed. The cracks in the shield were widening with each swing of the monster's massive arms, and Erika was too weak to create another one. Rachel's thorns were in disarray around the front yard, the drive was churned up by tank treads, and the trees out front were vaporized by the cannon blasts. "We have to get out to stop it, but the damn shield won't let us through!" Yuske griped, in position to shoot his Spirit Gun. The spirit detective spoke too soon; however, as a clawed arm broke a hole about ten feet in diameter in the barrier. The light field shuddered for a moment, then collapsed. Kuwabara leapt forwards into the fight. "Now's our chance!"
Lyra watched as the white kitsune raced to her roommates' aid. She was waiting on the roof until the thing let down its guard, but that seemed impossible. It was taking on Yuske, Kuwabara, Hiei, and her sketching model without breaking a sweat, unless you count all the vile stuff dripping off of it as such. Yuske shot out his spirit gun while Kuwabara and Hiei went in close for physical attacks. The kitsune pulled out a rose whip and literally ran circles around the behemoth, slicing and dicing away. But all was in vain. No amount of physical cuts and blows would stop this opponent. In quiet contemplation, Lyra sat in the shadow of one of the cottage's gables and planned out her attack. Rachel and Erika had definitely weakened the zombie-ish monster down with their overwhelming defensive shields, as its flesh was torn in ribbons all around its body. It barely had enough energy left to fire two or three cannon-blasts, and the four fighters were way too fast. But with all their speed, those four foolish boys would tire out soon.
Having decided on a plan, Lyra began to summon up her strength in preparation for her attack. It was almost humorous to see one young girl, calmly sit for a minute and meditate, admidst all the fighting and turmoil. Of course, as soon as you saw the rain clouds move in and water welling up from the ground, it wasn't so funny. The ground turned to mud, and even the kitsune was having trouble moving through the stuff. Yuske and Kuwabara were starting to get pulled down into the muck and Hiei was slowed down enough to get a face-full of metal and flesh. Tank treads tore hopelessly at the soft earth before sinking into the waist-level mud and muck. Gears stuck, limbs flailed, to no avail. By the time Lyra's roommates and the demon-fox managed to pull themselves out of what had once been a dry lawn, the living, decaying tank was too stuck to move.
"The hell wuzzat?" Yuske said, as he fished his sneaker out from the muck. Lyra hopped down from the roof in one graceful motion, and slipped in a puddle. In a second, she was sprawled on the muddy ground, her jeans and shirt getting extremely dirty. "Eww." She grabbed the closest stable object (Youko Kurama) and awkwardly pulled herself back up. "That was an undead. what you guys were sent to stop. Ugh! Grossgrossgross! This stuff is disgusting!" She pulled a clump of mud from her long, black hair and continued her speech. "That little storm was compliment of yours truly." Lyra did a quick little bow and almost fell over again. A clawed hand reached out and grabbed her arm, preventing the fall. "Oh, thank you.Whoa! Uh.um.Mr. Fox-dude, Sir." "No problem, girl. Next time, why don't you make it rain a little less? This mud isn't the best for your health." "No, I suppose not. I have an idea! Why don't we all go inside, have a nice cup of tea, and go to bed. Of course, you don't have to, sir." Lyra nodded her head at the white kitsune. Mentally, Kurama chuckled. Lyra had no idea who he really was. Although it would be better that she didn't know, he would have liked to see her reaction to his condition.
The tea was of an unusual sort. As Kurama sipped it gently, he tried to separate the flavors of the different herbs. Lavender, rosemary, spearmint.raspberries? .He wasn't really sure, but the broth was delicious. The rain had soaked him to the bone and the warm tea and roaring fireplace was quickly warming him back up. With a tad of irritation, Kurama smoothed the fur on his tail. He had been the first to get in the shower that he and his three male roommates shared, and Lyra had been kind enough to lend him a hairdryer. His fur dried, but became extremely fluffed up. I look like a goddamn poodle! Taking another sip of tea, the miffed kitsune grumbled about how cheap American products were and settled himself into a more comfortable position on his over-stuffed armchair.
He must've dozed off, sitting by the fire, the warm mug in his hands. Because when he woke up, sunlight was streaming through the living-room windows, the fire had died down to smoking cinders, and his half-empty (Or half-full if you happen to be in a more optimistic mood) mug of tea was ice cold (Well, not really. It's certainly warmer than ice. *KKC gets whacked over head by an annoyed and cranky Kurama for spoiling his morning gripe and for being so optimistic* Ow! Okay, Okay.shutting up!). He seemed to have reverted back to his normal human form during the night. There was the clattering of pans from the kitchen as someone hurried to make breakfast. Kurama stretched and the quilt covering him fell onto the floor. Grumbling, he checked his watch. 6:30. Who in their right mind would get up so early when there weren't any classes or whatever? Back at home he relished being able to sleep late on the weekends, much like anyone else would.
Stumbling out of the arm-chair, Kurama stretched and yawned before staggering out to the kitchen to make some coffee. Lyra was already busy making home fries, bacon, and sausage. She glanced over at Kurama, smirked at his stoned expression, and asked, "How do 'ya want your eggs?" Kurama yawned again. "Over easy, please." He stumbled over to the counter. There was a pot of coffee already made, so he grabbed a clean mug and filled it. After adding a little sugar and cream, he took a small gulp of the warm liquid. "What is in this?" He asked Lyra. "Huh? Oh, it's a special blend I buy online. Chocolate-covered strawberry." She scooped two eggs off the griddle, along with a small heap of home fries, three bacon strips, and two sausages, and slid the across the table in front of Kurama, the smell was enticing. Kurama grabbed a fork and knife from the silverware drawer and a napkin from the holder on the table before digging in. He started on the sausage, which was also filled with sharp cheddar cheese, and moved on to the home fries soon after. Lyra sat down across from him, a mug of steaming coffee in hand. "Hungry, eh?" She took a sip, but almost fell off her chair when the doorbell rang.
Lyra stalked over to the front door and looked out of the peephole. Suddenly, she opened the door and squealed out "Good Morning!" to the guests, two other girls. The three began to talk so fast, Kurama couldn't make out what they were saying. The newer girls came in, bound down by suitcases and a broom. O-kaaay.weird. Lyra bounced over to Kurama and began to introduce him to her friends. "Oh, Kurama! This is my sister Lark," She pointed to a girl that was barely a year younger than herself. Lark was dressed as fashionably as her sister in low jeans and a flowing shirt with Grecian-style sleeves. Her hair was loose, except for two braided sections tied back into a ponytail in the back. A silver pentacle on a leather cord served as a necklace, and a silver-chain was around her waist like a belt. Kurama shook her hand, and was surprised to see a small, gray mouse scurry down from behind her slender neck and up onto his arm, where it twitched it's whiskers and bowed it's furred head. "-and this is Holly, my best friend since I first took classes here." Holly bowed her head in welcome. She was quite tall for her age, and her red hair was tied in a short ponytail, choppy bangs covering her green eyes. She was wearing jean shorts, and a red Tee shirt. Around her neck was a hawk's feather tied on a silken cord. She was carrying a broom over one shoulder, the Holly twigs crooked and going in all directions away from the Ash handle. A yellow messenger's bag was slung over the same shoulder so that the pack itself rested on the opposite hip. A yowling sound came from the bag as a black cat peeped its head out. It comically tilted its head to one side as it stared at Kurama then disappeared back in the bag, the bell on its collar tinkling. Holly blushed, "I'm sorry! Kyuro has been acting a little weird lately, he's not too fond of flying in such cramped conditions." "Uh, I see." Kurama finished his breakfast and cleaned his dishes while Lyra and co. got reacquainted. Hiei wouldn't be too happy about the arrival of more students.
And was he right. Hiei immediately stormed downstairs to confront the girls about this problem, and was immediately sent back upstairs soaking wet, bruised, and with a red hand print across his face. "What got at you?" Yuske asked as he stumbled out of his shared bedroom. Hiei gave his usual "Hn", but set Yuske's boxers on fire as he walked past. Still smirking from hearing Yuske scream bloody murder down the hall, the short demon bumped into Kuwabara, who was curiously trying to find out what was wrong with his roommate. "Hey, what happened?" Hiei shrugged and replied, "Curiosity killed the cat, you know." Kuwabara blanched and sped off to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Thanks, Lyra." Yuske told the water-manipulator, who had extinguished his boxers. He headed back upstairs amid the giggles of the three girls to change. Kuwabara strolled into the kitchen, grabbed a mug of coffee, and gulped it down before noticing Lyra, Lark, and Holly. "The hell? Who invited you two?" he pointed to the two newcomers as soon as he noticed them. "These two are my sister and best friend, Lyra and Holly." She explained in a miffed tone (Having had to explain it for the fourth time that morning).
Kuwabara sheepishly apologized and shook hands. "I'm sorry. Lyra, you never told me you had a sister." "You didn't ask, did you? Oh, good morning Rachel!" Lyra waved to her teacher. "Yeah, good-fricken-morning. Can't I get any sleep when those two come to visit? So much goddamn noise over a pair of girls." Rachel angrily drained the last of the coffee into her cup and stalked over to the dining room table to drink. "Uh-huh. Hey, how's Erika?" Kuwabara asked politely. "How do you think? She's getting too old for this stuff. Be about a hundred and ten next month." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few minutes later, after she had had her fill of coffee, Rachel started to act like her usual self. "Hiei! Kuwabara! Get ready to work outside, we need to clean up the damage caused by the thing. That includes pulling it out of that muck, so wear your crappiest and dirtiest clothes. Yuske, stop slacking and do the dishes! Lark, Holly, put your stuff away and help out. And put that rodent away, will you? It's unsanitary!" Ah, yes. another morning at Cumulus academy. A bossy teacher. chores. intelligent rats. and a two-ton tank to pull out of the mud. Lovely (Can't you note the SARCASM there folks?).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I'm so sorry! * Gets on knees and begs forgiveness from readers* My parents took me on the vacation from hell to Virginia! Imagine! No computers! Dried vomit in the otel that was supposed to be a Clarion! A sixteen hour road trip with the dreaded future fanfic author Fangirlitus (My step-sister) without a CD player or gameboy (Batteries went dead, I forgot to recharge them)! And then another trip the same length on the way back! Oh, and we got hit by a comatose driver on the way back and had to chase the all around exit 88. That's just the tip of the Iceberg, though.
When I got back from Virginia, I suffered writer's block and Kitten paws. If you're unfamiliar with the latter, it's when two eight-pound cats sprawl out on your keyboard, fall asleep, and refuse to move (I only hope those scratches won't scar). Anyways, on a better note, I'm trying to write good quality stuff here. I don't know about you, but I got pretty hungry when describing the breakfast scene between Kurama and Lyra. *Sob * Over easy eggs, homefries, Bacon, cheddarwurst, toast, coffee. *drools * I never get breakfast like that! (Not with Kurama, I mean. that'd be impossible, but I can still dream! I just never have time to have a full meal besides at dinner.) Oh and there is chocolate-covered-strawberry coffee. When we visited my mom's friend in Virginia (A chocolate freak if you ever saw one. The neighborhood kids love to visit her house, she gives the stuff away for free. She has an entire kitchen decorated in Chocolate stuff.), she served us that same coffee, chocolate-cheese and crackers, and king-sized bars of Hershey's Dark chocolate. It's a real bummer we won't be going back anytime soon. -_-*
To cut to the chase, I'm gonna update about every week so the next chapter will be of good quality and you won't flame me for being so lazy. If I manage to do more than that, well. Um. Good for you, then. I guess. Arrrrrrrrgh!!!!!! I'm going brain dead! Too many book reports!!!! *cough * Ho-kay! See you later!
K.K.C.