Thanks for reviewing, both of you! I type fast, and I get bored easily, so I'll probably update a lot.
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Yukin bowed to the priest, and walked out the door. As soon as he was out of sight, he bolted and ran. No self-respecting teenager like him would be seen around the temple! Yukin was a Red Pikmin, about 17 years of age. He was quite the superstitious one, though he would rather die than admit that to his friends. He hurried home, running at a brisk pace now.
His father met him, though not with much enthusiasm. "Where the bleep have you been?" commanded his father.
Yukin winced at the foul word, though he had said much worse before. "Just out there, father," he replied.
"Are you bleeping insane?" his father, Tim, roared. "You know that Olimar's no longer around to help us! You know he left yesterday night! He's gone, and us Pikmin will have to forage for ourselves, dammit!"
Yukin flinched at these expletives, but noticed a bottle of wine in his father's hand. Now he understood. He backed up slightly…and ran into the doorway, tackling his father. Tim went head over heels, and landed head-first on the ground. The wine went flying out of his hands, landing behind him and smashing to pieces. Well, it couldn't really be considered wine, Yukin thought, as he threw his father onto a bed. It was but Clover, a deadly plant that could kill, though it first made its victim "high". It had recently been figured out how to extract the poison, though that took away much of the feeling. Of course, older Pikmin were much more easily overwhelmed. The good thing was, only 2 bottles were left in the Pikmin's hands, and the technology to extract poison had been mysteriously deleted. Well, 1 bottle now.
Yukin walked out of his house, and out of the Red Onion, sliding down its legs. He didn't want to be next to his father's awful snoring! As his mother said, his father's snoring could disturb a Puffy Blowhog, and they were used to wind! Instead, Yukin headed for the Hole. A great place to hang out by, his friends frequently played a game in which they swung across the Hole on a vine. Whomever could get closest to the other side before swinging back was the winner. No vine was long enough to actually reach the other side, unfortunately, though some got close. And when a Pikmin fell into the hole…Nothing came out.
As Yukin approached the Hole, he heard an odd rattling from underneath. Yukin paused, uncertain. This had never happened before…And suddenly, a claw burst out of the hole and grasped a nearby vine.
