Chapter 6: What Just Happened?
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Sango blew a strand of hair out of her face, frantically pressing the controller.
She sighed in relief. Her video game character had escaped a near death.
"No!" she yelled. She—her character, that is—had been pushed off the cliff, thanks to her brother.
Sango frowned. The "game over" screen flashed in front her, only rubbing in her third loss. Miroku had been a pushover, but Kohaku was just the opposite.
And Kohaku had beaten her twelve times today. It didn't take a genius to know that they'd been at it for a while.
Kohaku pretended to look humble. Huffing, she got up and left the room, steaming.
Maybe I should call Miroku and start beating him up, she thought. Hold on, why do I even care about Miroku anyway?
Kohaku's voice echoed throughout the house. "I beat Sango! I beat Sango for the millionth time! Ha!"
Sango glowered. Then again, I think Miroku's gonna get beat up even more.
Hunching her shoulders, she stomped over to the phone like she was on some huge mission.
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Kagome watched, without blinking, as Ranma and Ryoga whacked each other.
Next, two boys and a girl walked in.
"Welcome to the store, I'm Kagome, how can I help you?" Kagome said, smiling. Inuyasha was certain that it wasn't the fake grin so many salespeople wore; she actually liked helping people. It made Inuyasha gag, but whatever.
"Hi," the girl said. "I'm Tohru. This is Yuki—" she pointed at a boy with light colored hair, "and this is Kyou." She nodded towards a boy with bright orange hair and a smirk.
He and Inuyasha would get along, Kagome thought. He looks like he never smiles. They can just not smile themselves to death.
Tohru was carrying a bucket of cold water. For what reason, Kagome didn't know.
Yuki smiled, a glint in his eyes. "Hey, can you tell me where the cat leashes are?"
In the backround, Kyou scowled and colored angrily. Tohru looked around nervously, as if she knew something was going to happen.
"Oh sure," Kagome said. "It's over there..."
"Yeah? Where are the mouse traps?" Kyou interrupted irritably.
While Kagome tried to direct both of them at the same time, as to not offend her customers, whom she thought were feeling considerably grouchy today, Mousse came sauntering over to Shampoo, who was offering to buy things for Ranma.
"Ranma! I challenge you!" he yelled, as he accidentally tripped over Tohru, knocking her water bucket over.
Genma, lazily sitting in a chair, muttered, "Uh-oh."
Shampoo jumped before the water hit her. It blinded her, and she unintentionally hugged Kyou and Yuki, thinking that they were Ranma.
Kagome blinked. A second later, she saw a girl, a duck, a cat, a panda, a mouse, and another cat. [Coincidence, eh?]
"What?!" she demanded. "What just happened?!"
Inuyasha looked up from the Gameboy he had found...somewhere.
"Huh?" he wondered aloud.
"If I didn't know better," Kagome remarked to Tohru and Inuyasha, I'd say that they changed into those...things."
Tohru sweat dropped [Like in the manga]. "Uh..."
Then the girl on the floor yelled, "Eek! Cats! Two of them!"
The panda, much to everyone's bewilderment, held up a sign, reading, "Ranma, you fool!" The pig now began biting the girl, who simply stared at it, undisturbed.
"Ranma? Uh...isn't he a boy?!" Kagome yelled, while Tohru looked around and rubbed her eyes, making sure she was seeing properly.
"Oh boy," Ranma sighed. "Sounds like we've got some explaining to do."
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Sango dialed the number. For some reason, she felt nervous.
Goodness, she thought. It's just Miroku! It's not as if I like him or anything...
"What?" a voice grumbled from the other line.
"Uh, Miroku? This is Sango..." she said.
He immediately sounded happier. "Oh, Sango. Heh, yeah, what would you like?"
"Would you like to come over and play video games at my house?" Then she frowned. She could just imagine her brother singing, 'Sango's got a boyfriend!' at the top of his lungs, like he did the last time she brought a boy to her house for a project.
"Or...scratch that, can I come over?"
"Sure," Miroku said quickly. "Anytime."
She grinned. Why was she so happy? Pushing whatever it was out of her mind, she hung up the phone, scribbled a note to her mother, and left the house.
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Miroku, meanwhile, was making a mad dash for his room.
"Must...clean...room..." he panted to himself, while screeching to a stop. Racing inside, he threw a bunch of clothes on the floor into his closet. He stuffed Mr. Bananas and a bunch of other toys under the bed. He threw his schoolbooks on his desk in a neat stack, hoping that it made him look smarter.
Yeah right, he thought. As if anything could make me smart.
He was practically setting a record for 'the most F's in a row.'
Miroku changed into different, cleaner clothes, checking the mirror. He crossed his arms, posing, trying to look cool.
It made him look plain stupid.
He sighed. Oh well, he thought. He didn't even know why he wanted to impress Sango. He just did.
Then the doorbell rang. It jolted him and sent a shock of reality through him.
"It must be Sango," he told himself. Then, with one last glance at the mirror, he shoved the door to his room open and stomped down the stairs as quick as a cheetah and as loud as an elephant.
He bumped into the door, panting. Then, collecting himself, he regained another pose, looking calm. He opened the door.
"Hello," he said, in the most elegant voice he could imitate. "You may come in for some cookies and punch, too.
"Really?" a voice squeaked.
What? This wasn't Sango's voice. He looked down.
'Uh-oh,' he thought.
A little girl, whom Miroku thought was about nine or ten years old, with big glasses and pigtails holding a bunch of Girl Scout cookies looked up at him. "Also, before I come in, I need all my friends here, and would you like to buy some cookies?"
"Uh, no thanks," he mumbled.
"Aw, okay," she frowned. Then she glanced over to the sidewalk. "Come on! He says we can stop here for food!"
A bunch of little kids ran up to his doorsteps, like a group of little hamsters. Miroku counted about ten.
"Let us in! We want food!" they yelled.
Miroku stared. Nothing else was being absorbed into his brain. Instead of thinking, 'What are my parents gonna do to me about this?', he was dumbly considering, 'Girl Scouts? Huh?'
"Come on!" the first girl shoved Miroku out of the way, and she and her friends pushed each other inside, running into the kitchen.
Oh boy, he thought. Am I in trouble now.
-
Sango blew a strand of hair out of her face, frantically pressing the controller.
She sighed in relief. Her video game character had escaped a near death.
"No!" she yelled. She—her character, that is—had been pushed off the cliff, thanks to her brother.
Sango frowned. The "game over" screen flashed in front her, only rubbing in her third loss. Miroku had been a pushover, but Kohaku was just the opposite.
And Kohaku had beaten her twelve times today. It didn't take a genius to know that they'd been at it for a while.
Kohaku pretended to look humble. Huffing, she got up and left the room, steaming.
Maybe I should call Miroku and start beating him up, she thought. Hold on, why do I even care about Miroku anyway?
Kohaku's voice echoed throughout the house. "I beat Sango! I beat Sango for the millionth time! Ha!"
Sango glowered. Then again, I think Miroku's gonna get beat up even more.
Hunching her shoulders, she stomped over to the phone like she was on some huge mission.
-
Kagome watched, without blinking, as Ranma and Ryoga whacked each other.
Next, two boys and a girl walked in.
"Welcome to the store, I'm Kagome, how can I help you?" Kagome said, smiling. Inuyasha was certain that it wasn't the fake grin so many salespeople wore; she actually liked helping people. It made Inuyasha gag, but whatever.
"Hi," the girl said. "I'm Tohru. This is Yuki—" she pointed at a boy with light colored hair, "and this is Kyou." She nodded towards a boy with bright orange hair and a smirk.
He and Inuyasha would get along, Kagome thought. He looks like he never smiles. They can just not smile themselves to death.
Tohru was carrying a bucket of cold water. For what reason, Kagome didn't know.
Yuki smiled, a glint in his eyes. "Hey, can you tell me where the cat leashes are?"
In the backround, Kyou scowled and colored angrily. Tohru looked around nervously, as if she knew something was going to happen.
"Oh sure," Kagome said. "It's over there..."
"Yeah? Where are the mouse traps?" Kyou interrupted irritably.
While Kagome tried to direct both of them at the same time, as to not offend her customers, whom she thought were feeling considerably grouchy today, Mousse came sauntering over to Shampoo, who was offering to buy things for Ranma.
"Ranma! I challenge you!" he yelled, as he accidentally tripped over Tohru, knocking her water bucket over.
Genma, lazily sitting in a chair, muttered, "Uh-oh."
Shampoo jumped before the water hit her. It blinded her, and she unintentionally hugged Kyou and Yuki, thinking that they were Ranma.
Kagome blinked. A second later, she saw a girl, a duck, a cat, a panda, a mouse, and another cat. [Coincidence, eh?]
"What?!" she demanded. "What just happened?!"
Inuyasha looked up from the Gameboy he had found...somewhere.
"Huh?" he wondered aloud.
"If I didn't know better," Kagome remarked to Tohru and Inuyasha, I'd say that they changed into those...things."
Tohru sweat dropped [Like in the manga]. "Uh..."
Then the girl on the floor yelled, "Eek! Cats! Two of them!"
The panda, much to everyone's bewilderment, held up a sign, reading, "Ranma, you fool!" The pig now began biting the girl, who simply stared at it, undisturbed.
"Ranma? Uh...isn't he a boy?!" Kagome yelled, while Tohru looked around and rubbed her eyes, making sure she was seeing properly.
"Oh boy," Ranma sighed. "Sounds like we've got some explaining to do."
-
Sango dialed the number. For some reason, she felt nervous.
Goodness, she thought. It's just Miroku! It's not as if I like him or anything...
"What?" a voice grumbled from the other line.
"Uh, Miroku? This is Sango..." she said.
He immediately sounded happier. "Oh, Sango. Heh, yeah, what would you like?"
"Would you like to come over and play video games at my house?" Then she frowned. She could just imagine her brother singing, 'Sango's got a boyfriend!' at the top of his lungs, like he did the last time she brought a boy to her house for a project.
"Or...scratch that, can I come over?"
"Sure," Miroku said quickly. "Anytime."
She grinned. Why was she so happy? Pushing whatever it was out of her mind, she hung up the phone, scribbled a note to her mother, and left the house.
-
Miroku, meanwhile, was making a mad dash for his room.
"Must...clean...room..." he panted to himself, while screeching to a stop. Racing inside, he threw a bunch of clothes on the floor into his closet. He stuffed Mr. Bananas and a bunch of other toys under the bed. He threw his schoolbooks on his desk in a neat stack, hoping that it made him look smarter.
Yeah right, he thought. As if anything could make me smart.
He was practically setting a record for 'the most F's in a row.'
Miroku changed into different, cleaner clothes, checking the mirror. He crossed his arms, posing, trying to look cool.
It made him look plain stupid.
He sighed. Oh well, he thought. He didn't even know why he wanted to impress Sango. He just did.
Then the doorbell rang. It jolted him and sent a shock of reality through him.
"It must be Sango," he told himself. Then, with one last glance at the mirror, he shoved the door to his room open and stomped down the stairs as quick as a cheetah and as loud as an elephant.
He bumped into the door, panting. Then, collecting himself, he regained another pose, looking calm. He opened the door.
"Hello," he said, in the most elegant voice he could imitate. "You may come in for some cookies and punch, too.
"Really?" a voice squeaked.
What? This wasn't Sango's voice. He looked down.
'Uh-oh,' he thought.
A little girl, whom Miroku thought was about nine or ten years old, with big glasses and pigtails holding a bunch of Girl Scout cookies looked up at him. "Also, before I come in, I need all my friends here, and would you like to buy some cookies?"
"Uh, no thanks," he mumbled.
"Aw, okay," she frowned. Then she glanced over to the sidewalk. "Come on! He says we can stop here for food!"
A bunch of little kids ran up to his doorsteps, like a group of little hamsters. Miroku counted about ten.
"Let us in! We want food!" they yelled.
Miroku stared. Nothing else was being absorbed into his brain. Instead of thinking, 'What are my parents gonna do to me about this?', he was dumbly considering, 'Girl Scouts? Huh?'
"Come on!" the first girl shoved Miroku out of the way, and she and her friends pushed each other inside, running into the kitchen.
Oh boy, he thought. Am I in trouble now.
