Greetings, Rhonen here again with more Contemplating Stuff. I do not own Jthm, Squee, or any other characters in affiliation with said titles. In addition, I do not own Contemplating Reiko. Just so you know, when I said Mitsuga's fedora was modified, I meant that there were slits cut into the hat.

When Shihoka first heard about her father's plans to move, it was a more than a little upsetting at first. After all, she was three years into her college education, and was naturally a little objective to the fact that she had to pick up and start over somewhere else. Of course, being 21 years of age and the eldest Mouryou girl, she wasn't truly required to follow her father wherever he went. Indeed, if she so chose, she could have stuck it out in an apartment near her campus.

Her sisters, on the other hand, would hear nothing of the sort. Their objections would ring in her ears for days to come, from pointless drabbling of her pink eyed blond sister Shirabe, the threats of physical harm from tomboyish sword wielding Shinobu, to little Reiko, who simply refused to let go of her leg.

So it was with a large amount of coercion and encouragement that she decided to stay with her family for the move. At least, that's what she told herself at this point, for at heart she knew she would never have left her siblings. 'After all, with all the work father was responsible for, she mused, the girls would probably have died of starvation by now' She chuckled lightly at the thought.

Shirabe, the second eldest sister of about 16 year, shared her older sister's sentiments about moving away. "Its not just not fair, daddy!" she whined, "I've worked really hard to get to were I am socially. The clothes I had to buy, the people I sucked up to. It's just not right that the people I killed will die in vain just because I go to a different school now."

Shinobu, (12) conversely, was thrilled at the idea of moving to a new exciting place. It gave her an opportunity to keep her reflexes sharp, and to strike terror into the hearts of her new competition. "The competition here sucks now. Maybe I can finally find some fucking real opponents, some real hardcore athletes." That's just the way her mind worked.

It was on this particular day that the sisters Mouryou, (with the exception of little Reiko, who was out with father) sat indoors, on a particularly dull night. Shihoku was focusing intently on her painting, sweeping her brush across the canvass feverishly, making sure to add liberal amounts of red to make the wounds and entrails look realistic. She pushed her long hair away from her sunglasses and started bending her very long neck to the side for better perspective. Shirabe peered over her shoulder.

"I love how you're able to make the blood look so real. To think that a few years ago you had trouble with canvass art!" Shirabe bent forward excitedly. "It really speaks to me. What paint do you use to get that shade of red?"

"Well, its not paint, dear sister. I ran into a fellow this morning that seemed more than eager to donate a pint or two."

"That's nice; people around here seem really friendly.

Shinobu popped in sweating from her earlier kendo practice, wiping the blood from her kitana on her black tight fit jeans.

"I can not WAIT to start school!" She yelled enthusiastically. "When did pop say we could start again, Shihoku?"

"I believe he said you were to start after the winter break was over, which is in about three days." She answered putting the finishing touches on her gory masterpiece.

"Only three more days," the demonic swords master said to herself.

"Three more days." Shirabe repeated under her breath.

"That's right," Shirabe started suddenly, "Only three more days! I have to go shopping. Whens is dad coming back, I need an advancement on my allowance!"

Shinobu seemed to be grated by that comment. "Your sixteen now Shirabe, haven't you considered getting a job yet!"

"I was thinking about it… not very hard, but you know." she trailed off. "Why are you always so mean to me" she said jokingly to her younger sister. "You're probably just jealous because the boys all come to see me while you're out just…playing in mud and… I don't know… that sword thing you do. Whatever.

"Shirabe, she's right. Why not go back to that babysitting thing you used to do?" Shihoku said reasonably, now cleaning her work area.

"I don't now, big sister. I think we left the baby cages back at the old house" Shirabe replied.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot about that." Shihoku said, turning around to face the window outside.

"I'm soo bored, Shinobu exclaimed, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling and falling backward onto the living room couch. "What are we going to do today? Shihoku?"

Shihoku, continued to gaze out the window. "I don't know" She stared out to the houses Inspiration suddenly striking. "We could introduce ourselves to the neighbors!" She said, snapping her fingers. Come on, it'll kill some time before father comes back with rei-chan."

"Well, if we don't have anything else better to do, lets go." Shirabe said.

"Hell yeah!!!" Shinobu exclaimed, taking up her sword.

A/n All right, I tried writing a little better this time, but I'm afraid I don't have dialogue down perfectly yet. Still, I will continue to try to write better each chapter, and perhaps longer as well, when I feel more confidant. By the way, I here by command you not to review. Yeah, that's right. Do my bidding, and do not review the story so far.(God, I hope reverse psychology does it this time)