Musing Days
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the animes mentioned in this story.
AN: This story is based on how I met my muses. All names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Chapter Two: A normal day together
Two months later...
'Ha ha! Finnally, its Christamas break! No more school! No homework for two and a half weeks! I'm free! I'm free!' I thought as I made my way from the school building.
Midterms had been hell, but at least I'm done testing for the year. I don't even have to step foot in that Kami forsaken building until the second week of January. Taking all those tests over the past three days has been worth it for this. Of course, I did get out of two of them since I had the grade and the days for an exemption. Wait until my mom hears about this. I know I passed most of my tests. Not so sure on my math score,though I'm sure its bad.
I came out of my musings when I noticed Piccolo waiting for me at the bottom of the hill. He was almost always there when I got out of school. We had made it sort of a ritual for us to walk home together. I don't know what he does until I get out at 2:40, but I'm sure it's something boring. Knowing Piccolo-chan, and I do, he was probably meditating on the roof all day.
Waving at him as I reached him I said, "Walk with me. I can't stop or everyone will think I waved at thin air."
He never said a word, just fell into step next to me. I walked over to my friend Margie to tell her Merry Christmas then started for home. Margie has a muse all her own according to Piccolo. I can't see her, but she's there. Her muse is a Sailor Pluto, and she scares Piccolo. Something about egnamic muses and being able to read minds. Not that much of a big deal since he can read minds too.
"So..How did the testing go?"
I jerked, but kept walking while we spoke.
"Pretty well, I guess. I'll have to work my hide off second term though. I'm pretty sure I bombed my math test."
"I told you that you needed to spend more time studying and less time writing your silly stories."
"Yeah, well, my silly stories are what got me you remember?"
"I remember, Kae."
I flinched slightly at the nick name. It was what he had started calling me after he heard one of my school friends say it. I'm still not used to it.
"What did you do all day, P-chan?"
"Don't call me P-chan. And I was watching you through the windows all day."
I grinned at him. "Weren't you freezing out there?"
The way he rubbed at his arms gave me all the answer I needed. I rolled my eyes at him and kept on going. The sooner we got to the house, the sooner I could wrap him in a blanket and warm him up. I swear he can't take care of himself.
"Hey, I heard that! I'll have you know I've been taking care of myself since before I met you."
"You sure have a strange way of showing it. Don't you even know to take a coat when you go outside in forty something degree weather?"
"I would have, but I don't have a coat to put on. You haven't sent me shopping yet."
"Umm...Oro?" I said as I tried to cover up my embarassment.
P-chan has been with me for about two months now, but I'm still learning about the places muses go to get the things they need. He can't get clothes from a regular store cause he can't touch regular clothes that aren't mine. He can't touch anything unless its mine or unless I've touched it first.
Muses have their own little places to get what they need. There's a muse store, a muse hospital, and even a muse adoption center. I can't actually go to these places, but I can call via this little headset P-chan got me for just that purpose. Then someone comes and picks him up and takes him there, or a portal to the store appears in my bedroom.
I felt a nudge at my shoulder and turned to see what my muse wanted. Apparantly, we'd arrived at home and I hadn't noticed.
"Um...Oops." I said while I unlocked the door and opened it.
"Little baka." He said as he pushed past me and went inside.
"Hey, I heard that!"
"You were meant to."
"You're so mean to me!"
"No I'm not, I just have the right to tease you. I'm your muse, that's one of my perks."
"Arg! You make me so mad!"
"Better angry than emotionally constipated, Kae-chan."
I rolled my eyes at his comment and calmly entered my house. It isn't always easy having him around, especially when my mom wanted to know who I was talking to at odd hours of the night. Sometimes I have to lie to her and tell her I was just talking in my sleep or something to the sort. Well…nothing to do for that now.