Mystic Eyes
Chapter Two
By Ame Rokugatsu
Disclaimer: If I owned the series no one under the age of eighteen would legally (like that stops anyone) be able to watch it.
Warnings: Pure insanity
Hitomi bounced on her feet, no longer slouching against the elevator wall. She was now giggling, and swaying from side to side. The reason for this was the song she was listening to, "The song you hear when you die." It never failed to make her giggle and perk up. (1)
A few of the guys in the elevator (Jin's teammates?) looked at her like she had lost her mind. Then again they could also be staring at Jin who was now floating above their heads convulsed with laughter. The one with short blue hair and four green bangs raised a brow.
Hitomi smiled wider and took her head phones off and cranked up the volume. The little kid, a brunet, started laughing. The blue and green haired one tried to repress his snickers without much success while the other one with blue, longer though, ignored them in favor of making sure he looked perfect. This he accomplished by using the reflective inner elevator door as a mirror. His last two teammates were un-amused. One just leaned against the wall in favor of ignoring everyone and everything around him, while the other one crouched on the floor nursing a headache from a hangover.
They went down two more floors before they picked up more people. The new people who stepped into the elevator were two of the rich guests, Mr. and Mrs. Miyata. Mr. Miyata was an older, distinguished gentleman while his wife was any where between twenty to thirty years younger and a gold digger to boot. Mr. Miyata looked at the fighter's and at Hitomi, he nodded at them then ignored them. Mrs. Miyata looked at them, sniffed, and stuck her nose in the air. "Perhaps we should have waited for another elevator," she said.
Hitomi and the boys shot her dirty looks. Suddenly Hitomi got this bright, happy, perky smile on her face. Her amber eyes practically glowed. She turned off her MP3 player and stuck her hands in her pockets, humming. She was humming Yankee Doodle, she started quietly and worked her way up in volume as she rooted around her pockets. She was quite clearly audible by the time she found what she was looking for. Mrs. Miyata seemed to have developed a twitch in that time period.
"Whee!" Hitomi giggled as she pulled her hands out of her pockets. On her hands were two sock puppets. She was immediately rewarded with strange looks from everyone in the elevator. On the left hand was a "male" sock puppet with short, spiky black hair and big googly eyes. On the right hand was a "female" sock puppet with long, curly brown hair and large googly eyes.
The eighteen year old cleared her throat. "It's time for the Mr. Squicky Show! Today's special guest is Miss Karen!" (2)
Everyone in the elevator face faulted, in Jin's case in meant that he fell from a greater height. Well, everyone except the little kid who started clapping. "What's your name?" 'Miss Karen' asked.
"Rinku," he chirrped.
"Well Rinku," began 'Mr. Squicky.' "It's song time."
"Oh what fun!" Cried Hitomi. "What's today's song?"
In unison the two puppets 'said,' "This is the song that never ends!"
By this point Hitomi had everyone's attention, Rinku clapped happily. Together they, along with the sock puppets, began to sing.
"This is the song that never ends,
It goes on and on my friends
Some people started singing it
Not knowing what it was
And they'll be singing it forever
Just because
This is the song that never ends-"
Jin started singing with them at this point, his Irish accent giving it an unusual quality, not that they cared. "Everybody, sing it!" 'Cried' Mr. Squicky.
There was a ding as the elevator finally reached the ground floor. The golden doors started to open slowly and majestically. Then there was a loud shriek that drew all eyes in the lobby. A very harried couple burst out of the elevator and ran like the devil himself was just a step behind them. They didn't stop running even when the lady broke both heels off her shoes. A young blonde woman stepped out of the elevator and stared after them as though they lost their marbles.
She shrugged it off and headed over to the buffet table. A group of demons stumbled out after her. They too headed towards the food. The couple on the other hand had shot over to the receptionist's desk and was using the phone to call for their private jet. Apparently they would be checking out early. The blonde could be heard wondering out loud about what was wrong with those two as she put scrambled eggs on her plate and grabbed a mug of coffee.
Of the demons that had also been in the elevator, the redhead and the little kid were humming a tune while the others pretended not to know them.
Hitomi headed over to a two person table next to the windows and sat down to eat. As she sipped at her coffee she could be seen reaching a hand into her pocket. Moments later she pulled out a box of Crayola crayons and a Little Mermaid coloring book. She ate a fork full of eggs and reached for a blue crayon humming Under the Sea.
Rinku decided to join her. He sat down across from her, legs swinging. He joined her in time to hear her proclaim in a some what loud voice, "Waii! Waii! Red hair looks so good with blue skin!" (3)
In about fifteen minutes Hitomi and Rinku had finished their breakfast. Then Hitomi, who had wanted another cup of coffee, got into a scuffle with Chu, Chu apparently being the guy with the blue Mohawk and a teammate of Jin and Rinku's. Chu was hording the coffee pot and wouldn't let anyone get near it due to his hang over. The 'minor' scuffle involved a fork, a bottle of Tabasco sauce, a deck of cards, and a poodle. The hotel manager was threatening the both of them with a life ban. He would have carried it out too except the poodle peed on his shoes providing them with the necessary distraction to get away.
Hitomi giggled and flipped a lock of hair out of her face. "That was fun!"
Chuu and Rinku looked at her. "You have a strange definition of fun."
"Breakfast and exercise, there isn't a better way to start the day!" Suddenly she squealed with glee. She just found the espresso machine. She happily inserted some yen and got herself her second cup of coffee. Humming happily she started to wander off.
Rinku reached up and tugged at the bottom of her shirt. "Are you going to watch the fights?"
"Uh-huh, I just need to get something before the fights start. That and I need to drop a few things off. Good luck!" She fairly bounced down the hall ways some how managing to avoid spilling her hot beverage on herself or anyone else unfortunate enough to run into her. By the time she got back to the elevator her head phones were out and the MP3 player was on. She danced out the elevator doors on her floor singing along with "American Pie."
"Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
Them good ol' boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die." She danced past another group. In this group were several females, two with blue hair, and several males, two were redheads. She twirled past the group dancing down the hall way, a teenaged Koenma stared after her with large eyes. He lost track of her when she went around the corner and his employees hauled him into the closing elevator.
"So is that your type," Yusuke asked teasing, trying to get a rise out of Koenma.
"She is quite cute," Kurama said.
"I don't know," said Shinzui. "I think she's older than you guys."
Koenma turned red and stared at the floor. "Oh, shut up."
It was half time in the tournament. This was the time that spectators made a mad dash to the bathrooms nearly trampling each other to death. The janitors would begin cleaning and repairing while the fighters and spectators ate lunch. It was the time several of the spectators would abruptly decide to change seats to get away from a strange blonde. Half of those who changed seats also made appointments to see a psychiatrist.
The blonde in question was at a small Café stand. Amber eyes flickered over the offered food choices then brightened. She squealed in glee and snagged a blueberry muffin and happily paid for it. She ignored the looks she was getting. After all she had the muffin and they didn't.
Hitomi paused a moment. "Would you like some carrots Mr. Squeaky?" (4)
The stand attendant gave her an odd look as did several people in line behind her.
"Yes carrots are good for you and very yummy….No, you shouldn't have them with ranch dressing….Yes, they do taste good with ranch….That's bad for you, not me." She looked at the stall attendant. "We would also like a small bag of those baby carrot sticks."
He nodded and handed her the carrots. It was always best to humor the crazies. In the line behind her he heard someone mutter 'We?' And though he knew he probably would come to regret it, he had to ask. "Who are you talking to?"
The blonde blinked as she paid him for the carrots. "Mr. Squeaky," she said. Her tone was implying that he should have known that as he was listening in on the conversation.
A green eyed redhead behind her asked in his soft voice. "And who is Mr. Squeaky?"
"Mr. Squeaky is Mr. Squeaky!"
"Um…"
She held her hand to her left shoulder where her hair partially hid it, the hair on the right side being tucked behind her ear. She made a 'tch' sounding noise three times. Something behind her hair stirred, moving the hair. Something squirmed its way through the soft strands, sliding through hair the color of raw silk, it landed in her hand with a small plop. The something was furry and colored cream and light orange. "This is Mr. Squeaky!"
A woman behind the redhead moved to get a better look. She blinked. "OH MY GOD! IT'S A RAT!"
Much screaming ensued along with the attendant being threatened with numerous lawsuits for an unsanitary work place and possible food contamination. Several women fainted, including demon women, and several were having hysterics. The manger of the hotel and the food stand needed to be called, a long with a nurse who had smelling salts.
As for the blonde who started it all? She was sitting at a little two person table munching on her muffin as Mr. Squeaky (a hamster) nibbled at his carrots. They were both watching the commotion. He was sitting on the table as someone could squish him if he was in the chair across from her. It was surprising how many people did not look before sitting. "I'm telling you Mr. Squeaky, there is nothing that can beat live entertainment."
If you haven't gotten it by now, Hitomi is stark-staring-bonkers. Off her rocker, a raving lunatic, er, perhaps quietly insane is more accurate. Then again with the singing…
Okay updates have been and will continue to be erratic. I graduate high school in two days and I'm going on a three week vacation this summer. On vacation I don't think I'll have access to a computer and I can only get on the computer an hour a day during the summer, after that I'll be busy with college. Do not ask me to update, it will happen when it happens.
(1) Yet another real song that cracks me up
(2) My cousin came up with the name Mr. Squicky. I know what it means, she knows what it means, but she won't let me change it.
(3) Oh, come on. Why not? Hitomi and Rinku are practically the same age…mentally.
(4) Mr. Squicky is a sock puppet, Mr. Squeaky is not.
Lizzie- Thanks babe! Keep on reading and I think you would also like Hotel Nowhere. I want my manga back soon.
BloodShedTears- I think I already thanked you, but I'm not sure…