The Inquiry of the Ramen Cup Fairy
By: Kaki-kun

And now, on to the matter at hand.

"God, it's been forever since we've met up like this," Nekkyou chirped while watching the flashing screen, two others stomping the ground in cue to the music.

Kohaku, Nekkyou, Shuju, Kage, and Rikou had been friends for four years but, within the more recent years, school and clubs and flags had slowly been unraveling their bond. Thankfully, Shuju and Nekkyou had been able to pull off a sleepover at Kohaku's house, alone from boyfriends, flaggies, and, above all, parents. Kage squirmed while sitting behind Rikou as she played DDR against Kohaku, Shuju leaned against the back wall in the corner of the room in front of the stairs reading fanfiction. Kage paused and turned to Nekkyou next to her on the couch.

"Hey, Nekkyou, can you get me some ramen?"

And lo and behold, the ultimate quest had rung out from the mind and into the air where god hath struck it with uncanny fate.

If you just so happen to fancy any of that crap.

"Sure," Nekkyou shrugged and stood, casually making her way past Shuju and up the stairs.

Now some things should be explained that have a lot more probability of making sense than The Ultimate Question. Nekkyou could be described as many things: sadistic, masochist, psycho. She was a brunette 16 year-old with blonde highlights; originally born in what used to be nowhere, FL until the population grew after she left, something she find to not be mere coincidence, she enjoys being evil or insane and drawing or writing for the most part. Her psychotic family, in more than a few ways, had taught her the art of crude humor, a vicious manipulation that—well.

Personally, ramen wasn't her cup of tea; to be more specific, not many even find ramen to be 'a cup of tea'- hence it's entirely different title. But, nonetheless, she had the loyalty and compulsion to protect and aide her friends from everyone and anyone.

Excluding herself.

Another thing was she had a nasty habit of learning things the hard way. Preparing ramen, apparently, was one of those things.

Not that this incident ever changes anything about her. She enjoys being static as much as she enjoys 'mega ultra uber omega thunderstorms from HELL!—literally speaking.'

"Ramen packets, ramen packets… where the hell would I find them?" She grumbled while throwing open various cabinet doors in the kitchen. "Aha!" Nekkyou pulled out the beauty of unholy, unhealthy goodness of recycled brown paper packaging to briefly scan over the instructions, conveniently overlooking red printed letters spelling out the words:

"WARNING! DO NOT PUNCTURE OR OPEN THIS PACKET!"

"Ack, forget boiling water," She growled while running water from the sink into a glass and ripping open the said contents.

F r e e d o m!

"Eep," She yelped while immediately dropping the package and backing away 5 feet. A bright light dispersed, slowly filling the room and shining downstairs in the basement.

On a secondary and slightly irrelative note, Kage was one of the 'quite unique' person who would ask someone for something, even though she fully understood that they had absolutely no idea what they were doing and in someone else's house. The author of The Inquiry of the Ramen Cup Fairy fully realizes that it is a bit late to mention.

Not that the author cares.

"What is Nekkyou doing up there," Shuju raised an eyebrow while glancing up from the papers in front of her.

And now for something on Shuju.