What Are You Waiting For
Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon. Also, all rides and attractions belong to the Disneyland people.
Last time on What Are You Waiting For: Glancing at all of her choices, and I groaned in pure frustration.
I should've known she'd choose all the cutesy, happy, sun-shiny, and rainbows shit.
And I'll bet everything I've ever owned that Mitsuru won't want to do any of it. Hell, he'll probably won't want to do anything
Except maybe the Haunted Mansion so he can laugh and scoff at all the freaked-out humans.
Tomorrow is going to be a long, long day.
A/N: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews. Especially your noticeably long one, I DO NO OWN DBZ; muchas gracias! I was particularly saddened, though, that I only got two reviews (Thank you times ten to Saiyuki-Lvr and psychedelic aya! -hugs-) for my M/M drabble Subtlety. This might as well be bribery, but I don't care; I'll post two new, extra-long chapters next week if I get at least eight more reviews for Subtlety. Deal? Deal. On a happier note, I finally got volume five! Woot! Mitsuru is so sweet! Anyways, hope you all enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 4: Holiday in the Sun
When I was younger (and still living), my mother always used to tell me to never, no matter how much my life depended on it or how 'reliable' the source was, trust the weather reports.
So, being the defiant child that I was (and still am), I didn't listen.
Now I wish I had.
It was so freakin' cold that if I spat on the ground, the saliva would freeze before even making contact with the concrete.
And it was so goddamn foggy that I could slice through it and eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert!
Weatherman predicted the sun shining with transparently clear blue skies. And what do we get? Cold, fog, and I swear a snowflake just landed on my nose.
And we're in the middle of July! What is up with that!
I don't care if I have to wait in Purgatory for another ten years; the weather-dude is going to die an extremely slow and painful death.
Amazingly enough, despite all the fog, the cold, and the wanting-to-kill-the-weather-guy-ness, Disney was still as crowded as always.
Which didn't make things any better.
Practically the only good thing that came out of the bad weather was that there was barely even a line for Splash Mountain and I forced Mitsuru and Mahiru to go on it like eight times in a row.
I couldn't help but have a half-hour-long laughing fit after we exited the ride for the last time.
Mitsuru resembled a wet-soaked sewer rat - minus the god-awful smell, of course.
Even Mahiru had to suppress a few giggles because his shoes squished while he walked.
Trust me on this when I say that the funniest thing you'll ever see in your entire life will be a dripping, scowling tengu trying with all his might to not kill the two females walking/floating next to him.
And that same tengu cursing himself after remembering that one of those said females was already dead and it practically (and literally) would be beating a dead horse.
(Not that that female was like a horse…or anything like that)
After Splash Mountain, Mahiru kept complaining about how hungry she was. Mitsuru was starving also, even though he hadn't said it out loud, I knew (remember people, I have psycho powers! Oops, I mean, psychic powers).
It took me less then thirty seconds to find the real reason why anyone ever goes to Disney.
A churro stand.
Just the smell of the deep-fried dough and cinnamon made my mouth water. I was about to give the vendor my order of five churros, when Mahiru's voice stopped me.
"Three churros, please."
Damn it.
The lure of the holy churro made me forget about the whole no-one-except-Mitsuru-and-Mahiru-can-see-or-hear-me thing.
Damn churro.
Wait! No! I didn't mean that! AHH! My deepest apologies, oh so glorious churro, I did not know what I was thinking.
(Answer to your questions: yes I talk to inanimate objects, and yes I'm crazy. If you haven't figured out the latter part yet, where have you been?)
I had to hide behind a tree in order to eat my churro because it'd be incredibly hard for Mitsuru and Mahiru to explain why there was a churro magically floating next to them.
Not that I minded; it only took me about a minute to polish off the whole thing anyways.
(I find it extremely weird how I get hungry and am able to eat, yet I never need to take a bathroom break. I guess it's another one of those 'mysteries of life', or in my case, death)
When I returned, Mahiru was only one-quarter done with her churro and Mitsuru was looking strangely at his.
"Just try it, Mitsuru. It's really good," she said, wiping some cinnamon-sugar from the side of her mouth.
"Damn right it is! In my opinion, churros are one of the main reasons why Disney is such a huge success. Probably in the top three area."
Mitsuru still wasn't convinced, but he took a hesitant bite anyways. And thank goodness too. If he had waited another minute, I would've gobbled up the whole thing faster then you could say, "Happiest place on earth!"
He chewed extremely slowly. Either he was just trying to savor the taste, or he somehow knew that churros were one of my few weaknesses and he wanted to torture me.
Damn him either way.
Once he'd finally swallowed, he didn't look disgusted, but he didn't look satisfied either.
"It's okay, I guess." He shrugged. Good enough for me.
We walked around looking at various attractions while the two slowpokes ate their snacks.
Eventually we came upon the Haunted Mansion (which I'm curious as to why it's in the Fantasyland section) and I shoved them into the hour-and-a-half-long-wait line.
Mahiru obviously hadn't seen the ride's title out front since she was perfectly calm and tranquil. She even had a good laugh at the play-on-words tombstone things that were crafted on one of the walls.
We entered the building and then the giant elevator with the creepy pictures; it was then that she started figuring about that this wasn't the line for Snow White's Adventures.
"Rozalia, what ride are we going on?" she asked, and I could tell she was dreading the answer.
Being extremely sensitive towards her feelings, I answered as if she was the dumbest person in the world with, "Haunted Mansion. Duh." I added an eye-roll to go with the attitude.
"What! But I don't wanna go on! I'm leaving!" She turned around to exit only to find that the elevator doors had closed.
It was obvious that she was on the verge of tears, so I nudged Mitsuru and nodded towards the freaked out Mahiru.
"What?" he snapped with a mix of annoyance and boredom. No surprise there since Mitsuru didn't really strike me as one to become frightened so easily.
"You better go talk to your girlfriend, tengu boy. Looks like she's going to have an emotional break down." I smirked when he blushed furiously.
"No way. What would I do anyways?" My smirk grew into a mischievous smile and his facial expression easily read 'ah shit'.
"Just stand next to her and reassure her that everything will be okay. Maybe even hold her hand."
His face (if it was physically possible) became redder. He didn't say anything for awhile, but when the elevator started moving and Mahiru whimpered in pure fright, he was quick to make a decision.
As the walls and pictures 'stretched', Mahiru became more and more scared. But what really made her scream was when the lights went out, lightning flashed, and she saw the skeleton hanging above.
When the lights came back on, I saw that the princess had a death-grip on Mitsuru's arm. I think my eyes were playing tricks on me because it seemed as if the young tengu didn't seem to mind. I checked his thoughts and it turned out that I wasn't seeing things.
During the entire ride, Mahiru was latched onto Mitsuru as if he was her only lifeline (his arm probably lost all blood currculation). When zombie things popped out from behind tombstones, she'd screech and then bury her face into his arm. And it was so adorable that I couldn't even make a sarcastic comment about it.
(Actually I could've, I was just practicing what little self-control I have)
Mahiru didn't let go of him until we were out in the open and fog.
I'll bet anything that his arm is so numb that he won't be able to move it for at least ten or twenty minutes.
Since I had chosen the last two rides, I sacrificed what little sanity I had left and allowed the princess to choose whatever she wanted to do.
It didn't suprise me at all when she said she wanted to go on It's A Small World and Dumbo The Flying Elephant.
Dumbo wasn't all that bad, but Small World was the killer.
Those dolls are possessed. I swear, when I was at Disney World, one of the can-can doll's eyes went all red with the flames of Hell.
And the song that they play throughout the entire ride has got to contain some secret message like 'Buy more merchandise!' or 'Screw Nickelodeon! Watch Disney Channel twenty-four-seven!' or something like that.
But my paranoia was forgotten as I watched Mitsuru's reaction to the sugary-sweet music and dancing dolls.
Scratch what I said earlier about wet-soaked Mitsuru being the funniest thing you'll ever see. Annoyed, embarrassed, weirded-out, glaring, arms-crossed, and eye-twitching Mitsuru is twenty billion times funnier.
I burst into laughter watching him and he mumbled a, "Shut up," but I continued my giggle fit until I was turning blue from lack of oxygen and tears were spilling from my eyes.
Mahiru looked between us but simply shrugged it off and continued admiring the various scenes throughout the ride.
We ended up going on a lot of rides including Big Thunder Mountain, Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin, Space Mountain, Grand Circuit Raceway (Mitsuru had unusually enjoyed himself during that particular ride; whatever), and of course the reason why I had wanted to come here, the Starcade in Tomorrowland (I wiped the floor with both Mitsuru and Mahiru at air hockey). There were other rides, of course, I just can't remember them.
But the best part of the day (more like night), was the firework show, Winter Magic in the Sky.
It was the main reason why I had planned their first date to be at Tokyo Disney.
Other then the fact that the fireworks were magnificently gorgeous and the setting was pure romance, they played six classic Disney love songs back to back during the show.
Mahiru was entranced by the different colors of the fireworks and kept her eyes to the sky, as did I.
I managed to draw my sight away from the show to look over at Mitsuru only to find his face looking upwards, but he wasn't focused on the show.
The tengu's eyes weren't watching the fireworks, but instead kept their gaze on the young princess that stood beside him.
And all I could do was smile.
A/N: Seems as if Rozalia's plans are working, for now at least. I know it wasn't as humorous as the previous chapters, but I hope everyone liked the bits of fluff. Don't forget the little bargain I made in the beginning Author's Note. Review for this chapter and Subtlety por favor!
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