Chapter 2: Bring On the Flying Monkeys!
Disclaimer: Hiya! I don't own Faruba. If I did, Rin would be shot. Kurane and Uotani would be a married couple. And Ayame and Shigure would adore only me and blow off Akito and Mine. But I don't, so I won't. Anyways, enjoy the next segment. No, I have no idea where I had the idea for this drivel, but review anyways. Be warned, this ish short. The next chap will be longer though. And funnier.
I am now fully into panic mode. This guy whom I've nicknamed Dr. Doom is examining my best friend in the universe, and only contact in Japan at all, right after he gave her this shot of some medicine I can't even PRONOUNCE to make the mini heart attack stop. Now don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that he's treating her and she's not near death anymore, but does he have to be so rough with her? I mean really. What kind of doctor just lets his patient half roll off the table when she might land in his lap? WHAT HAPPENED TO CARING FOR THE SICK AND WEAK? WHERE DID THE FLIPPIN ROBIN HOODS OF THE WORLD GO!
"Is my friend gonna be ok ma Cherie?" I say meekly, peering over his shoulder, as he skirts away. How rude. To deny a lady like myself a chance to loom over an extremely cute, yet very standoffish doctor. He has some hair covering one of his eyes, very moody and interesting in my opinion. Yet the ethereal, silver clad, golden-eyed beauty from earlier is what really catches my eye to be truthful. Speaking of which, I need to ask him something.
"Um…do you know where the kitchen is? Would it be too much trouble if I cooked something for her? whenever she wakes up from these things she's always very hungry…and I wanted to make her favorite," I say with pleading eyes. He nods and smiles, leading me to a kitchen as Dr. Doom continues the inspection.
"I'm Ayame Sohma by the way. And what are you making?" my beauty says. I smile warmly at the mixing bowls.
"Oh, just a French dessert that Kasey likes a lot. It's called Dolce de Leche. It's a kind of French cheesecake. All I can make is French food, and anything in a microwave, so she likes to taste my French concoctions. And surprisingly, half the time she actually loves it," I say with a laugh. Kasey has always loved that fact I'm French. She says it makes me unique from all those other Beverly Hill bimbos. I have to agree with her there. I am so much more real than them. And not one inch of me's plastic either.
"OH! In that case, I'll make some of my world famous tea! Nothing goes better with cheesecake than tea or coffee. Don't you think so too…um, I didn't ever get your name, but your friend seems to be named Kasey. The doctor out there is named Hatori Sohma, he's both my cousin and one of my best friends!" Ayame says with an enthusiasm to rival David Hasselhof's when the man used to work on Baywatch. Yes kids, I watch all the old reruns like ER, 24, Golden Girls, Seinfield, The Nanny, and so on. I even watch the Brady Bunch on occasion! But only when I'm extremely bored.
"My name's Raye DeWinter. Tea sounds good Ayame, if you wouldn't mind me requesting for orange tea I'd be much obliged," I say, getting the ingredients and mixing them. It's times like this I really wish I had my mother's philosophy on men. 'If ze' opportunity arises, pounce on the poor sucker before he knowz you're interested!' But NOOOOO! I had to get Daddy Dearest morals on love. He nods and picks some leaves out of the cupboard and takes out an orange and starts to peel it, chipping small bits of the inside yellow peel into a cup which I'm supposing is mine.
"Oh Ayame, you don't have to do that honey. You don't have to make orange tea especially from scratch just for me! In fact, that would make me feel guilty…" I say uncertainly. He smiles, chipping bits off into his cup and an extra one. I recount. Wait, he's got SIX cups out, there's only FOUR of us here. A sound of voices comes from the door and I am once again mistaken. Of course, Ayame and Hatori have lives too! They ARE entitled as human beings and free-living souls to have friends over too.
"See? Me, Shigure, and Momiji quite frankly like orange tea too. But even if I WAS only making it for you, it wouldn't be a trouble to make my famous tea for a young miss as lovely as yourself Raye," Ayame says. He's got the most adorable voice. It's deep and has a hint of personality to it. It kinda sounds like a British guy if you ask me, but he's Japanese, so that's physically impossible. Then again…hey wait. I have the chance for a comeback here!
"Hmmm…if your tea is so world famous, why haven't I heard of it Ayame?" he looks at me blankly as if stumped after I say this with a smile, "Oh ho! Tongue-tied are we now Mon chere'? poor Ayame, I made him speechless. What oh what will the world do without that charming voice of his talking?"
"I suppose it might just stop, like right now. Aya dear, is this vibrant, attractive woman bothering you?" a man says. Ya know, I think I might want to hang around this family more often. They've got hot friends. This one has tousled black hair and deep brown eyes. He's wearing one of those kimono thingies, but to me, they're just man dresses/ the male equivalent of a permanent bathrobe. He has a little boy with him, though I'm SURE Kasey will think he's a girl. he has blonde hair that's cut short and tousled and cute light brown eyes. He's wearing a cute frilly blue shirt; a deep red/purple, or is that color called mauve, hat; some blue shorts; and some cute German style shoes with knee-high socks. He's the cutest little thing and I just want to hug him so bad, if it wasn't for the cheesecake being almost done.
"Non, non Shigure! Raye's just was being a charming, worried French-woman. You know how they are!" Ayame smiles. Him and this 'Shigure' guy must be pretty close. They seem really familiar with each other.
"Good, because if anyone was harassing my darling Aya, I don't know what I'd have to do to them!" Shigure laughs as he hugs Aya from behind, as they both face me with huge smiles. Oh god. No. My perfect specimen of the male gender CAN NOT, I mean ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT be gay! I don't what I'd do with myself! I might just have to slit my throat. The little boy sighs and smiles with a laugh.
"I'm Momiji! And don't mind those two! They like to have little inside jokes and freak people out. It's not like they've got the hots for each other! They're just really good friends! Who're you? What're you making? Is that your friend out there? Will she be okay?" the little boy named Momiji asks in a flurry of words. Ok, whoa. Kid you're too energetic. Talk about the Energizer Bunny. He just keeps going, and going.
Hold the phone! Did he just say 'just friends'? THANK YOU GOD, BUDDAH AND ALL THAT IS SACRED BY THE CHEESE OF THE MOON! HE'S NOT GAY! Oh, wait, what'd he ask. Oh yeah, I remember now.
"I'm Raye DeWinter. I'm making a French cheesecake called Dolce de Leche. Yes that's my friend, and I'm praying your friend Hatori is keeping good care of her so she DOES turn out ok," I say, just as rushed as him. Ya know, he really is a cute kid. He reminds me of Kal and Marcus. Seriously. He jumps up and down with a smile and grabs my sleeve, tugging on it.
"Oh oh! When will it be done!" he says excitedly.
"Riiiight….now. how bout I give you the first piece Momiji? How old are you anyways? You should just be starting Middle School, right?" I smile, handing him a plate and placing a piece on it. He smiles and shakes his head.
"NOPE! I'm sixteen and I'm a first year in High School!" he chirps. I do a double take and I just KNOW my eyes are as big as saucers in disbelief.
"God Momiji…I'd kill for a baby face like yours then. I mean, when you're 50, you'll look like you're in your late 30's. It's just not fair…" I say numbly. That is one of my biggest fears. Getting old that is. The wrinkles, the arthritis, the menopause. God bless my mother, she's going through it right now. Poor thing. I just don't like the idea of that coming up for me in the next 20 years.
"You know…your eyes are really pretty! They're changing colors right now! WOW! My eyes can't do that! They were blue a minute ago, and now they're mint green! They've even got flecks of silver in them!" he gasps. I know I'm blushing now as I make plates for everyone else. Oh god, Ayame and Shigure are just staring at me with little smiles on their faces. Back off bubs, I've got knowledge of self-defense, and I'm not afraid to use it! Even though I wasn't paying STRICT attention to the teacher…I was too busy looking at his bulging, tan muscles. Momiji picks that time to jump up and I turn, and to keep him from falling as he slips from my sudden movement, I wrap my arms around the cute little thing, but there's a huge BOOM! Sound, and then he's gone. There's just a cute yellow bunny rabbit in my arms.
"Um…am I missing something here? This doesn't seem right…Momiji was here a second ago, now he's a little rabbit. Oh god, Shigure? Ayame? Tell me you saw that too… and I'm not hitting that age already where I've got mental deteriation…"I say weakly. They nod sadly. Kasey screams from the other room and comes running in, out of breath, with a seahorse in her hands. She's almost to the point of tears.
"RAYEEEE! Hatori…me…hugged…thank you…boom sound……seahorse…WATER NOW!" Kasey says in a panic. I go to her, putting a hand on her to calm her down, while trying to calm myself down as well.
"Shhh, it's okay Mon cherie…it's ok…I mean, this HAS to be a strange fluke, right? You're the psychartriast, you figure out the nitty gritty details…he heh…Ayame? Shigure? You two won't turn into animals if we hug you too, right?" I say shakily. Kasey is crying at this point, and she's just letting my free hand cradle her head on my shoulder as I hold the Momiji bunny with my other. They look uncertain and won't look me in the eyes.
"Ayame…?" I say weakly, praying what their body movements mean are wrong. They nod. Oh god. No, my perfect man isn't gay. He just turns into an ANIMAL! Great, just great! Bring on the flippin flying monkeys why don't cha?
"YOU have some splaining' to do boys!" I growl protectively. They nod sheepishly.
An: Later, sorry, would write more. But I have to get off. Later days and review!