I am such a horrible person.
I abandoned you people! For 2+ weeks!
I DON'T DESERVE TO BE A FANFIC WRITER! PLEASE, PUNISH ME! FLAME! FLAME THIS FIC UNTIL YOU BURN MY EYES OUT! PLEASE, I BEG YOU, MAKE ME SUFFER!
*random friend walks in as I shout last sentence* Ooh, kinky! Can I join?
No, go makeout with your wall scroll you freaking Yukiru shipper.
THE PRINCE YUKI FANCLUB SHALL PREVAIL!
That's nice… now go away before I make you wish you'd never found my laptop.
Well someone's in a Kyo-ish mood.
DIE!
…
Not you readers. Please don't die.
… Don't flame either.
There was a loud banging on Olivier's door that following Sunday was enough to make the girl fall out of bed, startling Sakura into hiding in the closet and resulting in Mocha whining in that drawled-out meow of hers.
"Hey 'Livi, lève-toi! Nous allons à la partie de l'amusement et tu as promis que tu apporteriez ton petit ami!*" Marc's way-too-chipper-for-7 am voice sounded from the upstairs hallway.
So it was her brother, she concluded, who had decided that banging on her door an hour after she'd passed out from exhaustion was a good idea.
"IL N'EST PAS MON PETIT AMI!*" she all but shrieked, momentarily forgetting that her brother could literally get away with murder – likely her murder – and wasn't the type to hesitate in carrying out threats. "Besides, exams are in two weeks and j'ai besoin d'étudier*," she added as her eyes fell on her History textbook, which had somehow fallen off of her cluttered desk and ended up on the other side of the room beside her bed. "So no one's gonna be out having fun for the next while," she informed Marc, giving herself a silent pat on the back. Her Japanese has been improving rapidly since she started hanging out with the Sohmas, and she could now form full sentences most of the time if she took a minute to think about it.
"Well you're definitely not normal," he entered the messy room, despite her small protests "so we should be okay. Anyway, call your boyfriend up and we'll have some fun."
"Kyo isn't my boyfriend!" she insisted, finally rising from where she'd faceplanted on the floor and stumbling over to her closet. Still, she held up two trendy shirts in indecision, analyzing and comparing the two.
"I'd go with the white one, it's, like, totally cuter!" Marc practically squealed in a high-pitched, mock-fashionista voice as he exited into the hall.
"Purple it is then."
"Kill me," Kyo deadpanned. He'd nearly beaten Marc to death – twice – but the brunet had proven to be immune to pain (or, like most anime characters, just defied logic).
"No way am I suffering alone," Olivier replied. The two teens were trailing behind Marc, who was running around like a kid in a candy store, shouting every five seconds or so for them to "Hurry up! I thought I was the adult here!" while emitting a deviously evil but nonetheless childish aura.
"He's way worse than Shigure," she sighed at Kyo's unvoiced comment. "He's like Momiji and Akito smushed into a college student who just won the lottery."
"Hey guys, we're going on this one!" Marc waved from the end of the gravel walkway, standing in front of a huge, holy-crap-I-don't-wanna-die rollercoaster.
"I'll find two guns. You shoot me and I'll shoot you."
Two hours and twelve rides on the Coaster of Doom later, Marc had gotten bored of watching Olivier scream and Kyo just generally look pissed off, and had dragged them off to go get some food.
"Hey, can we have the meeting at your place tonight?" Olivier questioned, while trying to balance a chopstick on her nose.
"Why?" he asked after swallowing a mouth full of noodles – not nearly as good as Tohru's cooking – "I thought we were meeting at your house?"
"We were, but that was before I found out he was here," she pointed at her brother, who was trying to convince the guy at the counter to give him some sake, because hey, I'm French so I'll get drunk even if you don't give me the booze.
"Good point," he muttered; he's only met Marc a few hours ago and he already despised him to the point he was considered as – and, in some cases, more – annoying than the majority of his relatives.
"Plus, Shigure's gonna be at the main house visiting Hatori later, so it's not like he'll be eavesdropping."
"Fine, we can hold the meeting at Shigure's house."
*Hey 'Livi, lève-toi! Nous allons à la partie de l'amusement et tu as promis que tu apporteriez ton petit ami!: Hey 'Liv, get up! We're going to the amusement park and you promised you'd bring your boyfriend!
*IL N'EST PAS MON PETIT AMI!: HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!
*j'ai besoin d'étudier: I need to study
Crappy filler chapter is crappy.
Oh, and Black Wolfe – Je suis Canadienne, et toi?
The awesomeness that is Furuba © Takaya-sensei
Super-shitty characters (Olivier, Marc, their parents and grandparents) © the horrible authoress that is moi.