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Chappie-ter numero trece- WHAT THE @#$%! IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Sakura Takanouchi
Dsisclaimer: Ya know what.....? I just realized..... That I kinda own the ASOFL dude! Yay! I've always wanted to own something..., and that is implying that I own nothing. Sob. Except for my Kurama pictures, that I hang on the driest wall of my cardboard box.....
Just Kidding. I do not live in a cardboard box. I sincerely hope no one thought I lived in a cardboard box, for then HOW could I write my fanfic? A good question. (This is starting to sound like a Drink More Powerade commercial) And, by the way, There is no Matrix.
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Kurama made his way to Sakura's room, and knocked on the door. He could hear loud music playing. He opened the door (it was unlocked) and saw Sakura and Yusuke playing this fighting game on their TV. They were..... involved in the game.
"I'm gonna kick your....." "DARNIT! Move, Gohan, move!!!" "Who's talkin now, big boy?" "Hey! That's a restaurant!" "Speaking of restaurants, when and where are we gonna eat?" "I was wanting to know the same question," Kurama said as he walked into the room, and sat on the spare bed. Everything seemed to get quieter when he did this. Everything ALWAYS seemed to get quieter in those moments. How does Kurama do that anyway? Who cares. On with the fic.
" Uh..... we can go now, If ya want," Sakura looked thoughtful. "Okay, but where?" Yusuke asked. "Oh, I know this GREaT place called JW Steakhouse! It's in the hotel, so we don't have to go far," Sakura answered. Yusuke jumped up, and together the three of them went back to Kurama and Hiei's room. "C'mon, Hiei, It's dinnertime!" Sakura yelled. 'Hn," Hiei hn'd and the four of them went to the escalators. When they got there, they saw Kuwabaka singing, "I'm, all alooooone, there's no one heeere beside meeee. My problems have all gooooone, there's no one toooo deriiiiiide meeee......" And there was a crowd of people standing around him.
"Uh... I'd rather not run into him at a time like this," Yusuke said. "It's ok! We can take the stairs!" Sakura grinned. "Hn. Do you know what floor we're on?" Hiei asked. "Yeah! But we just go down one floor, and then take the elevator!" Sakura replied. So they went down one floor on the stairs, and then took the elevator down to the JW Steakhouse.
They entered. It was pretty early for dinner, so there weren't that many people in the restaurant, but almost instantly a waitress came to greet them. "Hello, my name is Dorothy, and I'll be your waitress this evening. Let me show you to your table," She then led them to a square-ish table near a window of Times Square. It was all lit up and stuff. But then again, why shouldn't it be? Wouldn't people get worried if Times Square wasn't lit up at night? And WHY must I do all the thinking around this fic?
Dorothy passed out all the menus, and then started to tell them about the specials of the day. "Our soup of the day is lobster soup, and we have a special shrimp appetizer as well. " She then left them alone to decide what they wanted. "I'm glad Kuwabaka isn't here, there's no kids meal," Yusuke said, and then he and Sakura started laughing. Even Kurama smiled. Hiei just stared at his menu.
"So, what'll you folks be having to eat taday? "Dorothy asked them. "I'll have the chicken special with mashed potatoes and asparagus," Yusuke ordered. "And a coke to drink. "I'll have iced tea and some of that lobster soup you mentioned," Kurama said. "Steak," Hiei stated. Dorothy stared at his questionably, but wrote that down. "And I'll have a shirley temple and a caesar salad with no croutons," Sakura finished.
"Also, could you tell us more about that shrimp appetizer?" Sakura mentioned. "Oh, sure," Dorothy said. "It consists of shrimp cocktail, shrimp scampi, and shrimp tempura. I bring out one for each person. And don't worry, each shrimp is pretty big. They're the size above large." "We'll get that," Sakura said. "And get him some coke," She added, motioning to Hiei. Dorothy nodded, and took their menus, leaving them to talk.
So the four of them talked, and drank their drinks (which Dorothy had gotten them), and talked some more.
"Here's your shrimp!" Dorothy called out, coming towards them with a dinner tray that had five plates on it. One plate had four shrimp scampi, one had four shrimp tempura, and one had four shrimp cocktails. The other two were more bowls than plates, and they had dipping sauces in them. And get this- each shrimp was literally the size of your hand.
The expression on Sakura and Yusuke's faces were..... indescribable, as Dorothy set down the plates of shrimp. The scene suddenly turned to those happy bubbles often seen in pokemon, as Dorothy continued to bring sown plate after plate of shrimp. Then that scene quickly faded as the battle for... dun dun duuuun.. The possesion of the biggest shrimp waged on.
Kurama was calmly cutting apart a shrimmp tempura as Yusuke was chawing on a cocktail shrimp. Sakura was eating a shrimp scampi and looking at the plate with shifty eyes. Hiei was just staring at them like they were bonkers. That's such a fun word!
"Hiei, why aren't you eating any shrimp?" Kurama asked our favorite fire demon. "Yeah, Hiei, a shrimp for a shrimp!" The four of them looked around, hoping that that voice wasn't who it sounded like.
"Greetings, Kuwabaka," Sakura said sarcastically. "How'd you get undone? I thought my knots were sound," Yusuke muttered, but Kuwabaka overheard him. "Never underestimate the knot-untying abilities of a seven-year old girl!" He exclaimed. "You mean your other half?" Hiei asked innocently. "Kuwabaka's a schitzo?" Sakura asked, bewildered and yet understanding all at the same time. "You should try the mental health hotline." She finished, but then Yusuke stood up, and dragged Kuwabaka out of the restaurant. He then tied him to the railing, and then left him to finish his shrimp.
"Thank you," Sakura said, finishing her shrimp. "Try one, Hiei, it is really good,: she told him. He speared a cocktail shrimp with his fork, and sniffed it. "You don't sniff it, smarty, you eat it," Yusuke said, stuffing an oversized bite of shrimp tempura down his throat. "I know that," he said, cutting it apart and eating it. "Not bad," he said, reaching for a shrimp scampi.
"Here's your food!" Dorothy said, carrying a tray over to their table. She then served a bowl of lobster soup to Kurama, a plate of steak to Hiei, and a plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and asparagus to Yusuke. She then gave a plate of caesar salad and a small pitcher of caesar dressing to Sakura. She looked down at her plate. On it were two stalks (like celery) of romaine lettuce.
"What the @#$%! Is this?" she said, causing everyone else to stare at her dinner. Hiei hn'd and took a bite of his steak. His eyes got all big and he started chugging a glass of water. "Easy, Hiei, the steak can't be that spicy," Yusuke commented.
"Sakura, maybe you are supposed to cut apart the stalks of lettuce, and then pour the dressing on top of them," Kurama suggested, because he was still graced with extra-super-smart powers. (I make it sound like a..... Oh heck, I don't know!) "Okay," she replied tentatively, cutting apart the stalks, pouring dressing onto them, and then eating it. And it was good. And life was good. For the meantime, anyway.
"Here's your check," Dorothy said, handing Yusuke the check, in a little book thingy. "Let me know when you want me to pick it up." She then left to see her other customers.
"I don't think she really knows the true powers of those words," Sakura said, with a shifty look in her eye. That is, until Yusuke threw the book thingy smack in her face.
"What the @#$%! Did you do that for?" Sakura said, throwing it back. "I'm not paying for it," he said, and threw it to Hiei. "Hn," Hiei said, and threw it to Kurama. "Sakura," he said in his listen-to-reason tone. "Didn't you promise to pay?" "Uh..... darn, I was hoping that you'd forgotten about that," she said, and then threw the book thingy that Kurama had given her to Yusuke.
"Didn't we agree that you were paying?" he said, all angry-like. "Duh," she said, "But I just wanted you to check the price." "Sure," he said, and opened the book.
"WHAT THE @#$%! IS THIS?" Yusuke's voice had that echo effect, reverberating throughout the restaurant. "So, how much is it?" Sakura asked. "Guess," was Yusuke's reaction.
"Um..... 35?" Was Sakura's first guess.
"Nope, higher."
"45?"
"Higher."
"60?"
"And that was just the appetizer."
"WHAT THE @#$%!!!!!!!!!"
"Glad I'm not paying," Hiei smirked and stared at them, feeling lucky that he had no conscience and stole from old ladies in deserted alleys. "Hiei," Sakura said with tears in her eyes. "What?" He said, annoyed. "You said an entire sentence!" Sakura said, which made both Yusuke and Kurama sweatdrop, but they instantly reminded her to pay the bill.
"Oh, alright," she agreed, and fished $120 out of her lunchbox. "But Kurama's paying for tomorrow," she protested. "Fine," he agreed, and they put the money in the book-thingy. They then left the restaurant to make fun of Kuwabaka.
"Hey, wait!" Dorothy said as she ran after them. "WHAT?" Hiei said in his best intimidating voice. "Um.... the check was $120.24," Dorothy replied meekly. "You dare to tell me that? I'll-" Sakura started to threaten Dorothy, the small and meek, but Kurama held her back. "Here," Kurama said, handing her a quarter. They then left both her and Kuwabaka, and went back to their rooms for some much needed sleep.
Yusuke conked out immediately, as did Hiei. Kurama was brushing his teeth when he heard Sakura's overly loud voice. "TURN THOSE FREAKIN LIGHTS OFF, WILL YA?" Sakura opened her window and shouted that at absolutely no one in particular. Kurama sighed, and went to sleep.
Sakura, on the other hand, could not sleep. How could anyone sleep with thousands of dollars in neon lights pouring through their window? She turned on the TV, and decided to watch Cartoon Network.
A/N
So, was that chappie-ter interesting? By the way, that appetizer/salad thingy was a real life experience. Sadly. Now on to another sad note. I've typed and retyped this chappie-ter like, five times because of stupid, @#$%! Computer. And because of my own stupidity, but don't tell anyone I told you that. Very hush-hush information here.
Well, read and review! Also, I have an Inuyasha fic now! It's called It all started with an authoress high up on sugar..... Who just happened to have a keyboard in front of her. And lots of other fun noodles!
Cattle and Chokobos,
Sakura Takanouchi
Ooh, a long chappie-ter, this one was!
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Chappie-ter numero trece- WHAT THE @#$%! IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Sakura Takanouchi
Dsisclaimer: Ya know what.....? I just realized..... That I kinda own the ASOFL dude! Yay! I've always wanted to own something..., and that is implying that I own nothing. Sob. Except for my Kurama pictures, that I hang on the driest wall of my cardboard box.....
Just Kidding. I do not live in a cardboard box. I sincerely hope no one thought I lived in a cardboard box, for then HOW could I write my fanfic? A good question. (This is starting to sound like a Drink More Powerade commercial) And, by the way, There is no Matrix.
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Kurama made his way to Sakura's room, and knocked on the door. He could hear loud music playing. He opened the door (it was unlocked) and saw Sakura and Yusuke playing this fighting game on their TV. They were..... involved in the game.
"I'm gonna kick your....." "DARNIT! Move, Gohan, move!!!" "Who's talkin now, big boy?" "Hey! That's a restaurant!" "Speaking of restaurants, when and where are we gonna eat?" "I was wanting to know the same question," Kurama said as he walked into the room, and sat on the spare bed. Everything seemed to get quieter when he did this. Everything ALWAYS seemed to get quieter in those moments. How does Kurama do that anyway? Who cares. On with the fic.
" Uh..... we can go now, If ya want," Sakura looked thoughtful. "Okay, but where?" Yusuke asked. "Oh, I know this GREaT place called JW Steakhouse! It's in the hotel, so we don't have to go far," Sakura answered. Yusuke jumped up, and together the three of them went back to Kurama and Hiei's room. "C'mon, Hiei, It's dinnertime!" Sakura yelled. 'Hn," Hiei hn'd and the four of them went to the escalators. When they got there, they saw Kuwabaka singing, "I'm, all alooooone, there's no one heeere beside meeee. My problems have all gooooone, there's no one toooo deriiiiiide meeee......" And there was a crowd of people standing around him.
"Uh... I'd rather not run into him at a time like this," Yusuke said. "It's ok! We can take the stairs!" Sakura grinned. "Hn. Do you know what floor we're on?" Hiei asked. "Yeah! But we just go down one floor, and then take the elevator!" Sakura replied. So they went down one floor on the stairs, and then took the elevator down to the JW Steakhouse.
They entered. It was pretty early for dinner, so there weren't that many people in the restaurant, but almost instantly a waitress came to greet them. "Hello, my name is Dorothy, and I'll be your waitress this evening. Let me show you to your table," She then led them to a square-ish table near a window of Times Square. It was all lit up and stuff. But then again, why shouldn't it be? Wouldn't people get worried if Times Square wasn't lit up at night? And WHY must I do all the thinking around this fic?
Dorothy passed out all the menus, and then started to tell them about the specials of the day. "Our soup of the day is lobster soup, and we have a special shrimp appetizer as well. " She then left them alone to decide what they wanted. "I'm glad Kuwabaka isn't here, there's no kids meal," Yusuke said, and then he and Sakura started laughing. Even Kurama smiled. Hiei just stared at his menu.
"So, what'll you folks be having to eat taday? "Dorothy asked them. "I'll have the chicken special with mashed potatoes and asparagus," Yusuke ordered. "And a coke to drink. "I'll have iced tea and some of that lobster soup you mentioned," Kurama said. "Steak," Hiei stated. Dorothy stared at his questionably, but wrote that down. "And I'll have a shirley temple and a caesar salad with no croutons," Sakura finished.
"Also, could you tell us more about that shrimp appetizer?" Sakura mentioned. "Oh, sure," Dorothy said. "It consists of shrimp cocktail, shrimp scampi, and shrimp tempura. I bring out one for each person. And don't worry, each shrimp is pretty big. They're the size above large." "We'll get that," Sakura said. "And get him some coke," She added, motioning to Hiei. Dorothy nodded, and took their menus, leaving them to talk.
So the four of them talked, and drank their drinks (which Dorothy had gotten them), and talked some more.
"Here's your shrimp!" Dorothy called out, coming towards them with a dinner tray that had five plates on it. One plate had four shrimp scampi, one had four shrimp tempura, and one had four shrimp cocktails. The other two were more bowls than plates, and they had dipping sauces in them. And get this- each shrimp was literally the size of your hand.
The expression on Sakura and Yusuke's faces were..... indescribable, as Dorothy set down the plates of shrimp. The scene suddenly turned to those happy bubbles often seen in pokemon, as Dorothy continued to bring sown plate after plate of shrimp. Then that scene quickly faded as the battle for... dun dun duuuun.. The possesion of the biggest shrimp waged on.
Kurama was calmly cutting apart a shrimmp tempura as Yusuke was chawing on a cocktail shrimp. Sakura was eating a shrimp scampi and looking at the plate with shifty eyes. Hiei was just staring at them like they were bonkers. That's such a fun word!
"Hiei, why aren't you eating any shrimp?" Kurama asked our favorite fire demon. "Yeah, Hiei, a shrimp for a shrimp!" The four of them looked around, hoping that that voice wasn't who it sounded like.
"Greetings, Kuwabaka," Sakura said sarcastically. "How'd you get undone? I thought my knots were sound," Yusuke muttered, but Kuwabaka overheard him. "Never underestimate the knot-untying abilities of a seven-year old girl!" He exclaimed. "You mean your other half?" Hiei asked innocently. "Kuwabaka's a schitzo?" Sakura asked, bewildered and yet understanding all at the same time. "You should try the mental health hotline." She finished, but then Yusuke stood up, and dragged Kuwabaka out of the restaurant. He then tied him to the railing, and then left him to finish his shrimp.
"Thank you," Sakura said, finishing her shrimp. "Try one, Hiei, it is really good,: she told him. He speared a cocktail shrimp with his fork, and sniffed it. "You don't sniff it, smarty, you eat it," Yusuke said, stuffing an oversized bite of shrimp tempura down his throat. "I know that," he said, cutting it apart and eating it. "Not bad," he said, reaching for a shrimp scampi.
"Here's your food!" Dorothy said, carrying a tray over to their table. She then served a bowl of lobster soup to Kurama, a plate of steak to Hiei, and a plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and asparagus to Yusuke. She then gave a plate of caesar salad and a small pitcher of caesar dressing to Sakura. She looked down at her plate. On it were two stalks (like celery) of romaine lettuce.
"What the @#$%! Is this?" she said, causing everyone else to stare at her dinner. Hiei hn'd and took a bite of his steak. His eyes got all big and he started chugging a glass of water. "Easy, Hiei, the steak can't be that spicy," Yusuke commented.
"Sakura, maybe you are supposed to cut apart the stalks of lettuce, and then pour the dressing on top of them," Kurama suggested, because he was still graced with extra-super-smart powers. (I make it sound like a..... Oh heck, I don't know!) "Okay," she replied tentatively, cutting apart the stalks, pouring dressing onto them, and then eating it. And it was good. And life was good. For the meantime, anyway.
"Here's your check," Dorothy said, handing Yusuke the check, in a little book thingy. "Let me know when you want me to pick it up." She then left to see her other customers.
"I don't think she really knows the true powers of those words," Sakura said, with a shifty look in her eye. That is, until Yusuke threw the book thingy smack in her face.
"What the @#$%! Did you do that for?" Sakura said, throwing it back. "I'm not paying for it," he said, and threw it to Hiei. "Hn," Hiei said, and threw it to Kurama. "Sakura," he said in his listen-to-reason tone. "Didn't you promise to pay?" "Uh..... darn, I was hoping that you'd forgotten about that," she said, and then threw the book thingy that Kurama had given her to Yusuke.
"Didn't we agree that you were paying?" he said, all angry-like. "Duh," she said, "But I just wanted you to check the price." "Sure," he said, and opened the book.
"WHAT THE @#$%! IS THIS?" Yusuke's voice had that echo effect, reverberating throughout the restaurant. "So, how much is it?" Sakura asked. "Guess," was Yusuke's reaction.
"Um..... 35?" Was Sakura's first guess.
"Nope, higher."
"45?"
"Higher."
"60?"
"And that was just the appetizer."
"WHAT THE @#$%!!!!!!!!!"
"Glad I'm not paying," Hiei smirked and stared at them, feeling lucky that he had no conscience and stole from old ladies in deserted alleys. "Hiei," Sakura said with tears in her eyes. "What?" He said, annoyed. "You said an entire sentence!" Sakura said, which made both Yusuke and Kurama sweatdrop, but they instantly reminded her to pay the bill.
"Oh, alright," she agreed, and fished $120 out of her lunchbox. "But Kurama's paying for tomorrow," she protested. "Fine," he agreed, and they put the money in the book-thingy. They then left the restaurant to make fun of Kuwabaka.
"Hey, wait!" Dorothy said as she ran after them. "WHAT?" Hiei said in his best intimidating voice. "Um.... the check was $120.24," Dorothy replied meekly. "You dare to tell me that? I'll-" Sakura started to threaten Dorothy, the small and meek, but Kurama held her back. "Here," Kurama said, handing her a quarter. They then left both her and Kuwabaka, and went back to their rooms for some much needed sleep.
Yusuke conked out immediately, as did Hiei. Kurama was brushing his teeth when he heard Sakura's overly loud voice. "TURN THOSE FREAKIN LIGHTS OFF, WILL YA?" Sakura opened her window and shouted that at absolutely no one in particular. Kurama sighed, and went to sleep.
Sakura, on the other hand, could not sleep. How could anyone sleep with thousands of dollars in neon lights pouring through their window? She turned on the TV, and decided to watch Cartoon Network.
A/N
So, was that chappie-ter interesting? By the way, that appetizer/salad thingy was a real life experience. Sadly. Now on to another sad note. I've typed and retyped this chappie-ter like, five times because of stupid, @#$%! Computer. And because of my own stupidity, but don't tell anyone I told you that. Very hush-hush information here.
Well, read and review! Also, I have an Inuyasha fic now! It's called It all started with an authoress high up on sugar..... Who just happened to have a keyboard in front of her. And lots of other fun noodles!
Cattle and Chokobos,
Sakura Takanouchi
Ooh, a long chappie-ter, this one was!