Thanks to all reviewers! I have a pretty good time writing this story. It doesn't have much of a storyline yet, but its been more fun than my other story. Probably because I had way too many idea for that story! Haha! I might make it better if I manage to complete this story.

The Random Nonsense of Rain Kisuki

Dadadadaa! Presenting the very first…Filler chapter!

Chappy 2: Birthday Blues: Enrique Has an Idol's Voice!

"Lalalaala di dida di dada lala la!!!" he sang, "Listen to my beautiful voice and let it fill you with a feeling of dread- I mean…of umm…tranquility! Yeah, let's go with that!"

"My ears!" cried Johnny, "My gorgeous, godly ears!" He pressed his hands against his "godly" ears in hopes of drowning out Enrique's voice.

You see, today is Enrique's birthday! Woohoo. I'm overflowing with a mix of warm and gentle emotions. (And I think they're about to come full speed out of my mouth and land all over the Birthday Boy.) Anywho, Enrique decided karaoke sounded like a damn good time, and well…we're suffering for it.

"Soooo," started Enrique in a modest voice, "whadya think? I'm idol material right? Be honest!" He was obviously sure he sang –heh, heh- wonderfully! Hahaha! That never gets old. Oh wait. It got old a long time ago. Whoopsie daisy! Well, back to reality!

"Dude," started Tala with a frown on his face, "OMG! You're like godlier than Johnny's ears! That was the most elecant song, like, evs, yo!"

"It's pronounced "eloquent", moron," snapped the Oz man, "And please, don't talk like you're on AIM." Haha! Oz man! He sounds like a character from that movie with the "We're not in Kansas anymore!" and "I'm meeeeltiiing!" and the clicking of the shoes n'all dat crap!

"Or like a pathetic excuse for a gangster, for that matter," added Ry-ry.

"It's okay, guys! I won't get a big head. Just let your true feelings about how awesome I am flow out!"

"I mean really, how could you find that performance godly?" continued Ozzy.

"Ya! My ears make that performance look like a mere commoner! Hahaha! Bow down before me, you filthy peasants!" Johnny ranted.

"Once you get Johnny started, it'll be days before he stops!" I chirped.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Ozzy.

"No one you need to be concerned with! Hahahahaha!" I laughed nervously. By the way, my idiots don't know bout you guys, so keep it a secret, k? Pwetty pwease! I know you can't resist my puppy dog eyes!

"Aww chucks! I'm not that great!" laughed Enrique, rubbing the back of his head. Looks like Enrique's off in his own little world too. He must think he's talking to some imaginary fans. How cute? Having an imaginary friend to fill the haunting emptiness left by being ignored and left out while other children live there wonderful childhoods. Huh?

"…" Silence. Why'd it suddenly get so quiet? Hmm? Johnny and Enrique are just standing there, smiling into space. I can understand that, but Tala? Tala is never quiet. Never ever. He's like a regular banshee, without the "being a woman" part. Or the banshee part. On second thought, I take back the part about him not being a woman. But the point is: he's usually very noisy.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Tala shouted furiously, holding his head like he was in pain. "I can't take it!!! Somebody say something! OMG! The walls are closing in on me! It's getting dark. I feel faint. Why the hell does silence make me experience the symptoms of claustrophobia!?" I knew it was too nice to last.

"Hey! Wait a sec!" said Enrique. Everyone but Johnny-who was still in his dreamland- looked at him.

"What?" asked Bryan calmly.

"You all hate me!" he cried."

"Bingo," I said.

"No crap," said Ozuma.

"You're just realizing this?" laughed Bryan.

"OMG! You know you're my BFF, baby! Don't let anyone tell yaz otherwise!"

"Oh god!" I started.

"Yeah? You need something?" asked Johnny.

"Not you! I mean, Tala jus pisses my off. I mean- he jus won',like, talk normally!" Oh, in case you care –god/Johnny help you if you do-, Enrique is currently crying in a corner, talking to himself, with a knife to his wrist.

"Fine! If n-n-no one c-cares…then I'll just d-d-d-d-d-d-" Tala slapped him. "Thanks dude," said Enrique.

"No prob, baby!" grinned Tala.

"D-d-" Tala raised his hand, "No, dude! I'm fine! If you keep doin that I'll get hurt!" He says that, and yet he has a knife to his own wrist… "Die." He finished.

"Noooooooooooooooooo!" cried Tala. "I can't lose you Enri-baby! But seriously, why?"

"You're horrible! You don't even know what you did!" he criticized, tears in his eyes.

"Well, how could we!?" asked Tala, "You never told us!"

"Oh. Right! I forgot about that! Well, ya see. You guys are like my bestest buddies, but you, like, never sang happy birthday to me!" Oooo! It got quiet again! Yay!

Sweet, sweet sil-"Have a happy hap birthday!" started Tala, grabbing a microphone and pressing the "ON" switch. "This is for my best friend on his special day! Alright, you ready to rock Enri-baby!?" Tala shouted, picking up a lamp, shoving it into Bryan's hand and making said lamp-holder hold it above Tala's head. The lights –not counting the lamp- all shut off.

"Happy biiiiiiiirrrrthhhdayyyyy Enri-babyyyy!" Tala screeched into the microphone, hard metal music in the background. "IT'S YOUR SPECIAL DAY!!! You're 16 babyyyyyyy! Sweee-eeeeet sixteen! Oh Enri-baby! Your such a turn-on on your big day!" Tala jumped onto a chair, knocking it to the ground, where it lay in pieces.

"What the-" swore Bryan.

"Bon anniversaire, my lovely darling! It's your B-b-b-b-birthday," he turned the "song" into a rap, the background music changing accordingly. "So honey, youz can do what ev you wa-a-a-ant. Go rob a bank and run around the streets na-a-a-aked if you feelz l-l-l-like it, b-b-babbbbbbbyyyyy honeyyyyy! Happy birthday, Enrique." He finished.

I fainted.

"Did I…rock to hard?" asked Tala, tilting his head to the side, innocently. Enrique was crying.

"T-t-tala…that was," he had tears streaming down his face.

"You d-d-didn't l-like it," Tala said, tears starting to form in his own eyes. (He rapped that! He wasn't stuttering. He's still in song mode!)

"BEAUTIFUL!!! You're almost as godly a singer as me! I'm so happy! I won't kill myself. I promise." Both idiots were puffy-eyed and had wet cheeks. They hugged. Tala pulled away.

"Something wrong, Tala-baby?" asked Enrique concernedly.

"Dude, this is too mushy and gay for me. Like, I only came here for the cake." Everyone but Enrique's jaw dropped. Enrique stood up, walked over to his sulking corner and picked up the knife again. The door opened.

"What's going on in here!? I heard complaints about the sound, even though these rooms are soundproof…" the owner of the karaoke place trailed off. "Wh-wh-wha-wh" Tala smacked him. "What the hell did you doooooooo!!!?" he roared.

"Oh." I said calmly "Scawy. Ozzy," I turned to him and held out my arms, "hide me." Ozzy pulled my arm until I was closer to him, and than pushed me from behind until I was behind a plant.

"There. Consider yourself hidden."

"Ozzy?" I said from behind the plant.

"Yeah? I hid you, isn't that enough?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

"I think the ficus plant needs more water," I said, referring to my hiding place.

"Is that so?" he asked.

"Umm hmm," I replied. He picked up a water bottle, uncapped it, and handed it to me.

"Thanks." He nodded. I poured a good amount of water into the pot. "Mission accomplished!" I said, giving my idiots and the karaoke guy thumbs up.

"Well that's just great!" said the karaoke guy. "My ficus plant owes you it's life, so that should cover the…let's see," he pointed at specific items in the room, before giving up and motioning in a circle, "$2,000.03 of damage!"

"Cool! I'm off the hook!" laughed Tala.

"He was being sarcastic," stated Bryan, "imbecile."

"He wouldn't do something mean like be sarcastic to some of his best friends! I believe in him. Right, Howard-Bil-Joe?" smiled Enrique, adressing the karaoke man.

"My name is Iori," the man said through clenched teeth. "Do any of you have enough money to cover the damages?" he questioned. We shook our head in unison. "In that case, you'll have to pay in hard labor. Starting with cleaning this up. Try to fix as many things as you can!"

"Sir, yes sir!" complied Enrique and Tala, as they saluted.

"Good," he nodded in satisfaction, "I'll be back to check on your progress in two hours." He left the room!

"Alright!" Tala commanded, rolling up his sleeves, "Let's kick some butt!"

"Tala?" I mumbled.

"Yeah?" he replied energetically.

"We're cleaning."

"Right, gotchya!" He ran off and returned ten seconds later. He barged through the door, his arms overflowing with…some stuff. He had duck tape-I mean duct tape! Whoops! That word is so confusing! So, he also had one of those badarse staple guns (note to self: steal that later) and some children's' craft glue, along with a bunch of other stuff! Kyaaa! How cute! There's a rubber ducky! I want it! So cute!

Ten Hours and Fifty Seconds Later

"Done!" I announced.

"Wow!" said Johnny in an impressed tone, "That looks like crap in comparison to mine!" Bryan punched him. He shut up. I smiled.

I stepped back and looked at my handy work.

"I wuv my couch!" I chirped.

"I agree! It's a total turn-on!" said Tala, nodding. I sidestepped, trying to get away from him subtly. The blue couch had been lovely when we first got here. I think it looks better now. Who needs a sewing machine! The duck-duct tape makes a pretty pattern –and it's kinda shiny- and the glue smells yummy! Hope the next person to fall asleep there gets high. Heh, heh! I'm so eeeeevil! Crap! Hope Tala doesn't find being evil to be a turn-on! Eww! The door opened.

"Oh. My. God."

"Hey it's the karaoke guy! Hi Igor!" I chirped eagerly waving my hand. "Look at the couch I fixed! Doesn't it look even better!?"

"It's Iori!" he hissed.

"We finished early," said Tala.

"So we decided to throw in some extra treats for ya!" Finished Enrique. Toilet paper was stapled to the ceiling and walls, and papers were glued to cover the wholes Tala made in the lampshade when he was throwing stuff around to find a source of light. Not to mention, the rubber ducky was hanging from the ceiling by toilet paper surrounding its neck. Poor thing. In addition, the karaoke machines, walls, and furniture were all colored in crayon (courtesy of the crayon pack I took from my kids meal coloring kit crap at a restaurant.)

"Enrique! Hey Enrique, looooooook!" whined Tala. Enrique turn around and his eyes widened. Johnny and Tala stood in two corners by the opposite wall. Each of them had one arm gesturing towards the center of the wall. There was rainbow crayon writing all over the wall. It read 'Happy B-day, Enri-baby! Hope you get a bunch of shallow, material things!' He started crying –again!?- tears of joy. And so, Enrique had a simply wonderful birthday! Oh, and Bryan had to drive the karaoke man somewhere after that. The man started spewin' out nonsense, so Ry-ry was told to drive him to something Tala called the –wacky shack-. I wonder if it's some kind of fun, random store. I hope I can go sometime. Rain -awaiting the results of skipping school today- out!

Please review! Thankiez a bunch for readin! You're wonderful for dat! Guess what! Next chap has lots of Kai (I think- haven't written it yet!) I hope to get it up in the next few weeks!