Disclaimer: I own the jailer, and everything else is the same.
Author's Note: I decided that Faythe's powers weren't in here enough, so I added some of the special things she does. Like the thing with the clarinet.
Chapter Thirteen
Making Bail
W/ SARA/HIEI/THE BLOKE WHO RUNS THIS SEEDY JOINT
"Look, I don't care if you screw in the rooms!" The hotel manager shouted at Sara and Hiei. "We wash the sheets when you leave anyways!"
Hiei snorted. "You do?"
"Well…usually." The hotel manager sat and thought about the last time he'd washed the sheets. It seemed they were still white then. "Maybe it's time to wash them again," he muttered to himself. To Sara and Hiei he said, "We have a lot of guests who want to swim without the presence of a couple of horny teenagers! I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Thank you for staying at the Breez Inn. Good-bye!"
Hiei muttered to Sara, "This might be a good time to intervene."
Sara nodded. "Right. Uh, sir?"
"What is it, Sheila? I already told you to leave."
Sara's eyes flashed purple. "I know."
The guy stared at her for a few seconds. "Nice magic trick. Now, I want you two to leave."
Sara continued to try controlling him. "Sara, why isn't it working?"
"I don't know. Maybe he doesn't have a brain." She read the guys thoughts. "Nope. Nothing."
By now, the manager was getting angry. "If you don't leave now, I will have the police escort you somewhere…unpleasant."
Hiei snorted. "Than this place? You're joking."
The manager reached for his cell phone. He opened it up, and dialed.
"Hiei, I'm running out of ideas…"
"Run." They took off, the manager behind them, still trying to talk on the phone.
WITH FAYTHE AND THE "PARTY"
The "band" had some type of a rock/jazz thing playing and everyone was sitting around, drinking and reminiscing.
Faythe laughed at one of Legolas' stories. "Seriously, Legolas, whatever happened to the real Pooh guy?"
Legolas grinned. "That's for me to know and you to wonder about until the day that you die."
"Ha! I'm not going to die! I win!" Faythe did the victory dance she'd promised never to do again.
"Faythe, sweetie, what did I tell you about the victory dance?" Aragorn said exasperatedly.
"Oh, yeah," Faythe said, sitting back down.
Jake stared at her for a while, and then shook his head. "So, anyways…why were you in Disneyworld in the first place?"
Aragorn chugged some more beer. "Faythe and Sara were on a marching band trip," he explained. "It was their senior year. Hiei and I tagged along; we pretty much lost the marching band, or got lost from it, who cares? Sara got kidnapped various times by two very insane Disney employees, we rode Space Mountain and the Tunnel of Love, visited Epcot and the Magic Kingdom as well as the Animal Kingdom and ate funnel cake." He finished and took a deep breath. "Anything else you want to know?"
Kurama, who'd been playing clarinet in the band, stopped and joined the conversation. "So that's what happened in Disneyworld," he said, somewhat in awe. "What happened to the very insane Disney employees?"
"Well, you met one. We went over to his house. Sara killed the other one."
"Inari."
"It was an accident."
Faythe looked at Kurama. "Who's Inari?"
"She's a goddess. You're better off not knowing. How did Sara kill him?"
Aragorn smiled. "She ran him over with a car. She wouldn't say anything else."
Jake crossed himself. "Who ever gave her keys to a car should be shot."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Aragorn answered it and stared in shock as the hotel manager stumbled past them. "They're in here. I know it."
The others looked at him. "Who?"
The manager waved his arms. "Those kids. First, they make swimming unpleasant for the other guests! And now, they're running from the police and me. 'Why?' you ask? They wouldn't leave!"
Faythe looked at the manager. "Who wouldn't leave, sir?"
"Those crazy kids! Teenagers! Tall blonde one who does the funny eye trick and a short dark-haired one with a bandanna. Insane, the both of 'em!"
Kurama got a look on his face. "Sara and Hiei…Where are they now?" he asked the manager.
"Who cares! And will you get those rag tag, dime-a-dozen, mediocre musicians to STOP PLAYING?"
Everyone stopped. Jake looked at the manager. "You are surrounded by band fags. That was a very bad thing to say!"
"I say we shove the clarinet up his-"
"NO!"
Faythe smiled. "I have an idea."
15 MINUTES LATER
"No, please! Stop!" Aragorn played another note on the saxophone. The manager, who was tied to a chair, screamed in agony.
"Give him another 'Hokey Pokey!'" Faythe ordered. "Piano-B flat! Bass-G sharp! Clarinet-E flat! Aragorn-just move your fingers over the keys randomly! One, two, one two, three, four!" The band played "The Hokey Pokey" in the wrong keys. Aragorn squeaked and squawked. They made it to the end of the song, and Faythe shouted- "Pick-a-note!" They all played a single note, but everyone's was different and it produced a tone cluster.
The manager screamed in agony. "I'll tell you! Just make them stop playing! Ahh!"
Faythe smiled. "See how much easier this is when you work with us? Where are Sara and Hiei?"
"At…at…the police station!" the manager exclaimed. "Make them stop playing! Ahh!"
Faythe grinned. "I don't think so. Legolas, come with me. Everybody else-stay in your keys and play! Play 'til you die!" The piano player and Jake cheered. Everyone else played wind instruments. "We'll deal with you properly later," she told the manager.
THE POLICE STATION
"Sara, put the harmonica down."
Sara sighed and put the harmonica on the bed. "It fit." She and Hiei were in a jail cell, waiting to get bailed out. "Why are we even here? We didn't do anything to that bastard!"
Hiei was leaning on the wall, staring at the floor. He looked up and shrugged. Sara sighed again. "Only us."
"Only us what?" Hiei asked.
"Only us could get into this type of predicament," Sara said. "Why me? Why is it always me?"
"Aw, quit feeling sorry for yourself, Sara," Legolas said. He was grinning widely and holding the keys to the cell.
Hiei looked at him. "Where did you come from?"
"The door."
Sara groaned. "No, idiot! Where were you before you magically got the idea to rescue us from the jail cell?"
"Oh. He should have said that in the first place," Legolas said, winking. "I was in the hotel room, with all the band fags. The manager is currently tied to a chair and being subjected to 'It's A Small World After All' played in various keys as torture. I said we should have stuffed the clarinet up-"
"Where's Faythe? Did you come alone?" Sara asked.
Legolas smiled. "She's playing with the jailer."
They heard a toilet flushing and water running and sloshing in the distance. They assumed Faythe was in the bathroom, giving the jailer a swirlee. No one asked questions.
"So, are you going to let us out?"
Legolas jingled the keys. "No. I think I'll leave you in there."
"Legolas…" Hiei was growling and both he and Sara looked pissed. Legolas, being the oh-so-intelligent Elf that he is, unlocked the door and let them out.
Sara walked out and stretched. "Why were you two in there anyway?"
Hiei and Sara looked at each other. "Don't ask."
Legolas thought for a moment and was pretty sure he'd reached the right conclusion. "The M word," he muttered to himself. To Sara and Hiei, he said, "Let's go get Faythe and get out of here."
They found Faythe in the bathroom. She was causing mini-water spouts to erupt in the sinks and made every toilet overflow. The jailer was lying on the floor, sopping wet and unconscious. Faythe smiled when she saw Legolas and the others. "Hey! What took you so long?"
Hiei looked around. "What the hell were you doing in here?" Faythe was about to answer when a pipe exploded, sending water everywhere. Faythe and the others were soaked. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
The jailer groaned and everyone looked at him. "Maybe we should leave…"
HOTEL
"We need to get out of here."
"Where are we going, Aragorn?" Faythe was sitting on the piano, looking through a magazine.
Aragorn was next to her. "I don't know."
Kurama, who was asleep, his head on Sara's lap, snored once and his foot twitched. Sara smiled and rubbed his head. "Hey! I know."