(A/N: Okay, here's this chapter! I was bored and this is what came out. I
want a cookie now, like one of those big ones, the size of my head or
something. Yum... cookies, anyway, here we go! I only own Arana and her
grandparents! Making sure you know! Hehe... well of course you do.)
Chapter Four
A Relative Decision
When Arana awoke, Cell was once again staring off into a strange nothingness that made the girl very uneasy. Upon realizing where her head rested, she sat up straight, a bit paranoid, and stared straight ahead. "Good morning I suppose," Arana said, adding in a nervous chuckle.
"If that's what you'd call it..." he grumbled.
Turning her head slightly and then a bit more to look at him, the brown- haired girl said, "Don't worry, be happy?" But Cell completely ignored her words, or at least seemed to. "Am I annoying you?" she whispered. He still said nothing. "Please answer me..."
"No," he said lightly.
The human girl smiled and then looked out into the distance. A familiar sight caught her eye and she stood up, Cell looked to her a bit confused. "Come with me," she said to him, looking forward. She offered her hand to him to help him up, he took her hand in his but she wasn't prepared for the weight or strength he put into it and she toppled over on top of him.
Looking down at the face of the one below her, her cheeks redder than a giant tomato, Arana blinked a few times before she rolled off and sat up straight next to him, looking once again in her straightforward, paranoid way.
Quietly, they both got to their feet and Cell followed the human girl as she set off in a quest for something she had seen earlier. As they walked, Cell watched intensely as the girl would look intently at one thing, and then turn her head to look in a different direction, and then do the same thing. Walking up next to her, he inquired, "Are you having a hard time seeing or something?"
Tilting her head ever so slightly to look at the tall green creature, she replied, "Yeah, so what?"
"What are you looking for?" he asked, leaning down a bit so that he could completely hear her.
"My grandfather..." she said, "I saw him when I was back there, and now I can't find him."
Cell looked at her confused. "What do you mean back there?" She turned and pointed to where they had been sitting earlier. "How could you see from there and not down here?" Arana shrugged and looked around a bit more. "I think you've los..."
He didn't get to finish his sentence before Arana took off running in the direction of an old man who was headed in her direction as well. When the two met, they embraced and the old man kissed the girl on the forehead. "What are you doing here?" the old man asked, "You were such a good child."
"I'm visiting from above," she said, matter-of-factly.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Well that's good," he said.
When Cell walked up to the two, the old man panicked and used his granddaughter as a shield. "What in God's name is that?!" the old man shouted, pointing in Cell's direction.
Keeping herself from laughing even the slightest bit, Arana bit her bottom lip and spoke to her grandfather through shut teeth. "He's a friend."
"Friends, with a demon?" the old man said and spat at Cell who couldn't have cared less.
Crossing her arms and turning to her grandfather, Arana said, "Demon is a bit far, I would say genetically enhanced."
"Well, I forbid you to hang out with this 'Gynecologic-ly Entranced' thing," the old man said.
Arana busted out laughing. All attempts she made at holding her amusement back were thwarted by much more laughter. She wiped her eyes and looked at Cell. "He called you Gynecologic-ly ..." She saw the displeased expression on his face and she shut up quickly. "Never mind," she said and cleared her throat. Going back to her words before, she said, "He's a friend."
The old man's eyes widened and he put his hands on the girl's cheeks, he then stared deep into her eyes. "Ah! You've been intimate with this demon!"
The brown-haired girl jumped back and bumped into Cell she then stepped forward and glared at her grandfather. "No I have not!" she shouted.
"Well, if you haven't, then to prevent it, I want you to go back to where you belong!" Arana stared at him, her mouth slightly ajar. "No ifs, ands, or buts! Respect your elder and get back up where you belong! I forbid you to come down here again!"
She opened her mouth to say something but was smacked in the left arm by the old man's frail hand. Turning to look at Cell, an expression on her face that made her seem like she had just received the death penalty, she forced herself to smile and then took off, heading back up to heaven.
The old man then looked to Cell, "And you, if you go near my granddaughter again, I'll turn your green-ass red!"
Cell shrugged it off and walked away as though nothing had happened at all. He thought that since Arana acted the way she did, she would be back at any minute to bother him again. But that was not the case. Arana, moody and temperamental as she was, always obeyed her grandfather; maybe not her parents, but always her grandparents no matter what.
Days passed quickly, though it seemed forever. Arana was bored stiff, there was nothing to do. She would pace the same walkway for hours on end; at one point, she stayed on the same path for a full day and wore a groove into the tile of her home. Another day, she sat in a chair and for three hours straight pondered the plural of mongoose. "Is the plural of mongoose, mongooses, or mongeese?" she would say.
The night of the mongoose –geese questioning, Arana slept on her back, sprawled out on the floor, her hair tangled a bit. She tossed and turned with the dream she had and finally bolted upright, shouting, "Cell, I lo..." She stopped in mid-sentence and looked around. "Bitch-ass-mother fuck!" she shouted.
"What was that?" came a voice.
Arana turned to see her grandmother. "Um, B.A.M.F?" she said innocently.
Sitting next to her, the elderly woman said, "I heard you were in, but I didn't really think you were here. You passed on so young, did you feel any pain?"
"Just a slight burning sensation and that was it," Arana replied.
"Oh dear, you were burned to death?"
"Er... more like incinerated out of existence?" she said, wondering if it really was a big difference from what her grandmother had said.
Looking at the young girl, the elder woman said, "Oh, you like someone, don't you?"
"Freaky old people," Arana muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"So who is it?" the woman asked.
Lying back down on the floor, the girl replied, "It doesn't matter, Gramps forbade me from seeing him."
Arana shrugged and the old woman's eyes became fierce. "Oh he did, did he?" The girl nodded slightly as a response and closed her eyes. Grabbing the girl's hand, the woman dragged her to her feet and pulled her along. They dashed straight from heaven down to hell. The old woman had a bone to pick with her husband.
Upon seeing a white line descending from far above, Cell got to his feet. He looked to where the figures landed and noticed one of them starting a fight with the old man he had previously met.
Shielding her face from the two, she tried to hide from the embarrassment she felt at the moment. From behind her she heard, "You're late."
Spinning around and tripping over her own two feet Arana landed on the ground and looked up at him. "Better late than never?" she questioned, hoping he would say something, anything would do. She quietly got back on her feet.
Cell nodded silently in agreement and then looked to the quarreling elderly couple. "What is going on here?" he questioned softly.
"I don't know. But how the hell am I supposed to obey them both if their ideas conflict?"
Looking down at the brown-haired girl, Cell mumbled, "So that's why you didn't come back. You actually listened to that old geezer?"
Crossing her arms and looking a bit astonished at her friend. "Did you just call my grandpa a 'geezer'?" she questioned.
Watching the elderly couple again, Cell said, "I got twenty on grandma."
"Wait, wait, wait! Grandma's gonna win, so what's the point of me even betting?" Arana replied.
"So I don't go home empty handed," Cell replied a bit smugly.
After a long while, the old man was forced by his wife to let Arana go where she pleased. At hearing that, Arana took off running in a random direction, happy to be back in a place that wasn't boring. As she went she closed her eyes at one point and seemed to have slammed into a brick wall. At least that's how it felt to her.
(A/N- Sorry for the strong language; I got a bit carried away! But this chapter was a bit strange, so I suppose it worked out. I'll get Ch 5 to you guys ASAP, promise!)
Chapter Four
A Relative Decision
When Arana awoke, Cell was once again staring off into a strange nothingness that made the girl very uneasy. Upon realizing where her head rested, she sat up straight, a bit paranoid, and stared straight ahead. "Good morning I suppose," Arana said, adding in a nervous chuckle.
"If that's what you'd call it..." he grumbled.
Turning her head slightly and then a bit more to look at him, the brown- haired girl said, "Don't worry, be happy?" But Cell completely ignored her words, or at least seemed to. "Am I annoying you?" she whispered. He still said nothing. "Please answer me..."
"No," he said lightly.
The human girl smiled and then looked out into the distance. A familiar sight caught her eye and she stood up, Cell looked to her a bit confused. "Come with me," she said to him, looking forward. She offered her hand to him to help him up, he took her hand in his but she wasn't prepared for the weight or strength he put into it and she toppled over on top of him.
Looking down at the face of the one below her, her cheeks redder than a giant tomato, Arana blinked a few times before she rolled off and sat up straight next to him, looking once again in her straightforward, paranoid way.
Quietly, they both got to their feet and Cell followed the human girl as she set off in a quest for something she had seen earlier. As they walked, Cell watched intensely as the girl would look intently at one thing, and then turn her head to look in a different direction, and then do the same thing. Walking up next to her, he inquired, "Are you having a hard time seeing or something?"
Tilting her head ever so slightly to look at the tall green creature, she replied, "Yeah, so what?"
"What are you looking for?" he asked, leaning down a bit so that he could completely hear her.
"My grandfather..." she said, "I saw him when I was back there, and now I can't find him."
Cell looked at her confused. "What do you mean back there?" She turned and pointed to where they had been sitting earlier. "How could you see from there and not down here?" Arana shrugged and looked around a bit more. "I think you've los..."
He didn't get to finish his sentence before Arana took off running in the direction of an old man who was headed in her direction as well. When the two met, they embraced and the old man kissed the girl on the forehead. "What are you doing here?" the old man asked, "You were such a good child."
"I'm visiting from above," she said, matter-of-factly.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Well that's good," he said.
When Cell walked up to the two, the old man panicked and used his granddaughter as a shield. "What in God's name is that?!" the old man shouted, pointing in Cell's direction.
Keeping herself from laughing even the slightest bit, Arana bit her bottom lip and spoke to her grandfather through shut teeth. "He's a friend."
"Friends, with a demon?" the old man said and spat at Cell who couldn't have cared less.
Crossing her arms and turning to her grandfather, Arana said, "Demon is a bit far, I would say genetically enhanced."
"Well, I forbid you to hang out with this 'Gynecologic-ly Entranced' thing," the old man said.
Arana busted out laughing. All attempts she made at holding her amusement back were thwarted by much more laughter. She wiped her eyes and looked at Cell. "He called you Gynecologic-ly ..." She saw the displeased expression on his face and she shut up quickly. "Never mind," she said and cleared her throat. Going back to her words before, she said, "He's a friend."
The old man's eyes widened and he put his hands on the girl's cheeks, he then stared deep into her eyes. "Ah! You've been intimate with this demon!"
The brown-haired girl jumped back and bumped into Cell she then stepped forward and glared at her grandfather. "No I have not!" she shouted.
"Well, if you haven't, then to prevent it, I want you to go back to where you belong!" Arana stared at him, her mouth slightly ajar. "No ifs, ands, or buts! Respect your elder and get back up where you belong! I forbid you to come down here again!"
She opened her mouth to say something but was smacked in the left arm by the old man's frail hand. Turning to look at Cell, an expression on her face that made her seem like she had just received the death penalty, she forced herself to smile and then took off, heading back up to heaven.
The old man then looked to Cell, "And you, if you go near my granddaughter again, I'll turn your green-ass red!"
Cell shrugged it off and walked away as though nothing had happened at all. He thought that since Arana acted the way she did, she would be back at any minute to bother him again. But that was not the case. Arana, moody and temperamental as she was, always obeyed her grandfather; maybe not her parents, but always her grandparents no matter what.
Days passed quickly, though it seemed forever. Arana was bored stiff, there was nothing to do. She would pace the same walkway for hours on end; at one point, she stayed on the same path for a full day and wore a groove into the tile of her home. Another day, she sat in a chair and for three hours straight pondered the plural of mongoose. "Is the plural of mongoose, mongooses, or mongeese?" she would say.
The night of the mongoose –geese questioning, Arana slept on her back, sprawled out on the floor, her hair tangled a bit. She tossed and turned with the dream she had and finally bolted upright, shouting, "Cell, I lo..." She stopped in mid-sentence and looked around. "Bitch-ass-mother fuck!" she shouted.
"What was that?" came a voice.
Arana turned to see her grandmother. "Um, B.A.M.F?" she said innocently.
Sitting next to her, the elderly woman said, "I heard you were in, but I didn't really think you were here. You passed on so young, did you feel any pain?"
"Just a slight burning sensation and that was it," Arana replied.
"Oh dear, you were burned to death?"
"Er... more like incinerated out of existence?" she said, wondering if it really was a big difference from what her grandmother had said.
Looking at the young girl, the elder woman said, "Oh, you like someone, don't you?"
"Freaky old people," Arana muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"So who is it?" the woman asked.
Lying back down on the floor, the girl replied, "It doesn't matter, Gramps forbade me from seeing him."
Arana shrugged and the old woman's eyes became fierce. "Oh he did, did he?" The girl nodded slightly as a response and closed her eyes. Grabbing the girl's hand, the woman dragged her to her feet and pulled her along. They dashed straight from heaven down to hell. The old woman had a bone to pick with her husband.
Upon seeing a white line descending from far above, Cell got to his feet. He looked to where the figures landed and noticed one of them starting a fight with the old man he had previously met.
Shielding her face from the two, she tried to hide from the embarrassment she felt at the moment. From behind her she heard, "You're late."
Spinning around and tripping over her own two feet Arana landed on the ground and looked up at him. "Better late than never?" she questioned, hoping he would say something, anything would do. She quietly got back on her feet.
Cell nodded silently in agreement and then looked to the quarreling elderly couple. "What is going on here?" he questioned softly.
"I don't know. But how the hell am I supposed to obey them both if their ideas conflict?"
Looking down at the brown-haired girl, Cell mumbled, "So that's why you didn't come back. You actually listened to that old geezer?"
Crossing her arms and looking a bit astonished at her friend. "Did you just call my grandpa a 'geezer'?" she questioned.
Watching the elderly couple again, Cell said, "I got twenty on grandma."
"Wait, wait, wait! Grandma's gonna win, so what's the point of me even betting?" Arana replied.
"So I don't go home empty handed," Cell replied a bit smugly.
After a long while, the old man was forced by his wife to let Arana go where she pleased. At hearing that, Arana took off running in a random direction, happy to be back in a place that wasn't boring. As she went she closed her eyes at one point and seemed to have slammed into a brick wall. At least that's how it felt to her.
(A/N- Sorry for the strong language; I got a bit carried away! But this chapter was a bit strange, so I suppose it worked out. I'll get Ch 5 to you guys ASAP, promise!)