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

"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.


Serious, concocting, soft spoken yet carries a big stick… which works well to whack people on the head with. She was born the youngest of a large family of nine and moved to various different places, many more than her friends; places such as Washington state, Arizona, Korea, and even France. Mostly anti social but quite friendly in person, Shuju also enjoys the pleasure that is insanity, evil, writing and art. Her major difference from her 'people', as some would put it, could be found in her stature: literally. Not long ago, they called her Chibi Chibi Chan, or CC Chan as Kage would say it, and Chiber (Kehi-berr) as Nekkyou would put it.

Something that none of the five friends have ever considered debating or revolting against was her general "smarts". Because common sense these days isn't that common.

Not that observing a bright, white, blinding light from under the door was a good example of common sense.

"Only Neko-chan would find a way to blow up the house with a microwave," She muttered while setting the papers down next to the chibi Hiei keychain that Nekkyou gave her and making her way up the stairs. Kohaku twitched, her foot pausing mid-way of the dance move and landing entirely on Rikou's foot on the other DDR mat.

"She WHAT?" Rikou tripped over and landed roughly on her rump while whinning.

"Ow!"

"Not the ramen!" Kage gasped in horror before turning back to Rikou and blinking at her. "What happened? Are you alright?" Rikou sighed as Kohaku turned back to her to extend an apologetic hand.

"I'm fine, go check your kitchen…" Kohaku nodded and made a mad dash up the stairs to find…

Kohaku was a loner in her family of annoying, obnoxious, and totally unfair beings of mass organs called people. Thankfully, for her, for her friends, and for the rest of the world, she didn't fall under their category. The matter that the so called family was broken up also didn't help it any. Though she enjoyed drawing characters of anime greatly, she never had the time to take up the normal arts and went incognito as the secret mysterious Mad Flag Ninja, who ran screaming through the hallways waving a flag like no other man has ever seen.

Well, the running and screaming part may not be entirely true, but Kohaku could certainly toss that "bad boy" on your head. (Note: These series of words connecting the adjective "bad" and the male offspring of "boy" will never ever appear anywhere in that sequence or series or manner ever again. Ever.)

She was a bit more discrete for a ninja than that, after all. If she ran screaming through the hallways, what if she tripped? The people at Hebron would certainly see her then. Being so careful as not appear her face anywhere within noticeable vicinity was more than a hobby. It was a passion.

Like being on the flag team.

But that's just to make you think she likes the school even when she's grumbling about too much irritating homework. And the preps. And the teachers.

And a discovery was made in the presence of Kohaku that ultimately lead to the end of the history as we know it; mostly because the discovery was made in history class and that the teacher was cool for not caring that she could care less about the subject. The discovery was thus.

The Inquiry was a fascinating subject.

And that "The Inquisition was so thorough that Protestantism never took hold in Spain."

Thank you. No, the author will not explain for your understanding. It is redundant and uncalled for.

Also, nothing of the above is to be held accountable as vital or worthy information about character constuctivity (Yes, it is not a word, but behold, it is imagination in the finest art of mouth).

You never saw this classified information.

"…What was that about," Kohaku raised a questioning eyebrow to Nekkyou. She shrugged and pointed at the 10 or so paragraphs before it.

"You were about to find out the result of my lack of instruction, a dangerous packet of ramen, and your microwave have done to your kitchen?"

"Oh. Right."

"NEKKYOU!" Kohaku hollered while busting down the door and nearly toppling over Shuju for not seeing her. Or more not knowing she was behind the door. Yes, it is a bad short person joke, sue me.

The emanating light slowing faded, a whisp of ramen scent filled the room as a cloud appeared engulfing the microwave, a horribly stunned and coughing Nekkyou could be seen through the opacity of it. Shuju's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, barely able to make out what seemed to be a figure of some sort, yes, even smaller than herself.

And it was floating in the air.