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::Jupiter:: Jiji's go-inc cra-zy!
::Jiana:: Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.
::Laurëalas:: I've got one, too.
::Erik:: It's quite apparent.
::Jupiter:: At least I've got someone in this house who agrees with me.
::Jiana:: Jupe, love, we agree with you. We just also want to maim you.
::Laurëalas:: No, actually, that's just you.
::Jiana:: Grr . . . we don't own it, ESPECIALLY not Trunks.
Chapter 15 – Jiana Heero
After seeking refuge in my room, I strode to my computer and sunk into the delicate chair in front of it. After a moment of glaring at the monitor, I got on-line and logged onto a vampire game I sometimes play. Move here. Drink. Drink. Move here. Move here. Move here. Drink. Move here. Drink. There was little point I'd seen so far, but it was calming and somehow enjoyable. My sister had introduced me to it, by sending me a link for her to bite me, and we both had vampire selves there. Laur was Keket, the only vampire other than the top one in my lineage, and I was Lorani. Move here. Drink. Drink. Drink. Then I heard my door open softly. I spun around angrily, as I'm very touchy about people coming in my room, and saw Trunks standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped furiously.
"I came to see if you were all right. You looked pretty upset."
"Upset? Upset?" I shrieked. "I have every right to be upset! First, you read my story, which is private unless I choose to post it. Then, you insult my skills at the martial arts that I have worked hard for over the last couple of years. After that, you kiss me, without my permission or any encouragement, and you can't even tell me why!"
"Ano…"
"You have no business being in my room! You're an arrogant little baka who can't fathom the idea that someone might not be attracted to you! Just because you have millions of fan-girls does not mean that I'm one of them! I DON'T—mmph!"
Trunks had, apparently, gotten tired of my ranting and decided to shut me up by kissing me. This time, however, I was slightly more ready. I twisted and dropped, freeing myself, and half-rolled over to one of my boots under the front edge of my bed. Inside was a sheath that went on my left calf when I could wear it. I drew my little throwing knife, raised myself into a defensive crouch, and pointed it at Trunks.
"You stay back," I said venomously. Trunks looked amused but stayed put. He was smirking at me. Still holding the knife, I put on my sheath and boots one-handed and backed out of my room, slamming the door with him on the other side before fleeing down the stairs.
The stairs open into the living room, which was filled with a sea of mostly humanoids. Twenty-one people, including Jupiter and Laurëalas and excluding Trunks and I. The only problem was, there were a few too many people there. A pair of black-haired children. A boy with spiky red, black, and blond hair. A regal, white-haired boy. A tall, brown-haired young man. A little pixie or fairie dressed in blue.
"AaaARGH!" I dove into the crowd, uttering a cry that was something between a scream of frustration and a war cry, my knife raised. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!"
Laurëalas grabbed me around the shoulders from behind, preventing me from reaching anyone. "Jiana, you can't kill anyone, think of the mess it'll make!"
I stopped struggling, seeing her point. "Fine," I said sulkily, wrenching out of her grip and sheathing my knife. "What are they doing here, anyway?"
"They knocked on the back door."
"Oh, great! First, they just fall into our bedrooms, then you bring eight of them up from the field, and now they're just waltzing up to the house and knocking! Laurëalas Maribel Heero, do not bring any more fictitious characters into the house!"
"Jiana Morcades Heero, it is not my fault! There is nothing we can do about them showing up at the moment, because we have no idea why they do! All we can do is figure out how to send them home, which we cannot do with you tearing around the house with a knife. And, out of curiosity, why do you even have a knife? I know Mom wouldn't like that."
"I got a job and started buying myself stuff. Knives, Ninja Stars, very long and sharp hairpins—I've got it all. They're fun, inconspicuous, and would be a lot more useful in the city."
"And it was out why?"
"Because I hadn't sheathed it yet," I said, sidestepping her real question. Laur raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter. "I'm going back to my room," I half-growled, fleeing back up, Trunks entirely forgotten.
Author's Note:
::Jupiter:: Are you going to maim Laurëalas now?
::Jiana:: What? Maim my favorite sister? As if! *smacks Jupe with IT*
::Laurëalas:: Mrow.
::Jupiter:: Are you going to go crazy?
::Laurëalas:: She's already been there. Me too, it was fun!
::Jiana:: Thanks to Nadialyn for her review, and all you people reading this had better review!
::Jupiter:: IT IT IT IT!
::Laurëalas and Jiana and Erik:: *sweatdrop*
::Jupiter:: Jiji's go-inc cra-zy!
::Jiana:: Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.
::Laurëalas:: I've got one, too.
::Erik:: It's quite apparent.
::Jupiter:: At least I've got someone in this house who agrees with me.
::Jiana:: Jupe, love, we agree with you. We just also want to maim you.
::Laurëalas:: No, actually, that's just you.
::Jiana:: Grr . . . we don't own it, ESPECIALLY not Trunks.
Chapter 15 – Jiana Heero
After seeking refuge in my room, I strode to my computer and sunk into the delicate chair in front of it. After a moment of glaring at the monitor, I got on-line and logged onto a vampire game I sometimes play. Move here. Drink. Drink. Move here. Move here. Move here. Drink. Move here. Drink. There was little point I'd seen so far, but it was calming and somehow enjoyable. My sister had introduced me to it, by sending me a link for her to bite me, and we both had vampire selves there. Laur was Keket, the only vampire other than the top one in my lineage, and I was Lorani. Move here. Drink. Drink. Drink. Then I heard my door open softly. I spun around angrily, as I'm very touchy about people coming in my room, and saw Trunks standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped furiously.
"I came to see if you were all right. You looked pretty upset."
"Upset? Upset?" I shrieked. "I have every right to be upset! First, you read my story, which is private unless I choose to post it. Then, you insult my skills at the martial arts that I have worked hard for over the last couple of years. After that, you kiss me, without my permission or any encouragement, and you can't even tell me why!"
"Ano…"
"You have no business being in my room! You're an arrogant little baka who can't fathom the idea that someone might not be attracted to you! Just because you have millions of fan-girls does not mean that I'm one of them! I DON'T—mmph!"
Trunks had, apparently, gotten tired of my ranting and decided to shut me up by kissing me. This time, however, I was slightly more ready. I twisted and dropped, freeing myself, and half-rolled over to one of my boots under the front edge of my bed. Inside was a sheath that went on my left calf when I could wear it. I drew my little throwing knife, raised myself into a defensive crouch, and pointed it at Trunks.
"You stay back," I said venomously. Trunks looked amused but stayed put. He was smirking at me. Still holding the knife, I put on my sheath and boots one-handed and backed out of my room, slamming the door with him on the other side before fleeing down the stairs.
The stairs open into the living room, which was filled with a sea of mostly humanoids. Twenty-one people, including Jupiter and Laurëalas and excluding Trunks and I. The only problem was, there were a few too many people there. A pair of black-haired children. A boy with spiky red, black, and blond hair. A regal, white-haired boy. A tall, brown-haired young man. A little pixie or fairie dressed in blue.
"AaaARGH!" I dove into the crowd, uttering a cry that was something between a scream of frustration and a war cry, my knife raised. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!"
Laurëalas grabbed me around the shoulders from behind, preventing me from reaching anyone. "Jiana, you can't kill anyone, think of the mess it'll make!"
I stopped struggling, seeing her point. "Fine," I said sulkily, wrenching out of her grip and sheathing my knife. "What are they doing here, anyway?"
"They knocked on the back door."
"Oh, great! First, they just fall into our bedrooms, then you bring eight of them up from the field, and now they're just waltzing up to the house and knocking! Laurëalas Maribel Heero, do not bring any more fictitious characters into the house!"
"Jiana Morcades Heero, it is not my fault! There is nothing we can do about them showing up at the moment, because we have no idea why they do! All we can do is figure out how to send them home, which we cannot do with you tearing around the house with a knife. And, out of curiosity, why do you even have a knife? I know Mom wouldn't like that."
"I got a job and started buying myself stuff. Knives, Ninja Stars, very long and sharp hairpins—I've got it all. They're fun, inconspicuous, and would be a lot more useful in the city."
"And it was out why?"
"Because I hadn't sheathed it yet," I said, sidestepping her real question. Laur raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter. "I'm going back to my room," I half-growled, fleeing back up, Trunks entirely forgotten.
Author's Note:
::Jupiter:: Are you going to maim Laurëalas now?
::Jiana:: What? Maim my favorite sister? As if! *smacks Jupe with IT*
::Laurëalas:: Mrow.
::Jupiter:: Are you going to go crazy?
::Laurëalas:: She's already been there. Me too, it was fun!
::Jiana:: Thanks to Nadialyn for her review, and all you people reading this had better review!
::Jupiter:: IT IT IT IT!
::Laurëalas and Jiana and Erik:: *sweatdrop*