Me: . . . .-sulking in corner-
Naru: I-is…she okay?
Dei:-shrugs- Dunno, life's been kicking her in the ass big time un
Naru: Uh…-pokes kyu-
Me: Uryuu…-scoots to further in my sulk corner-
Naru: should we start without her?
Dei: I guess un
Naru: ^_^;; okay guys~! Bear with us we just got internet back after these years…along with a puppy….and a labtop which has already had it's screen cracked, but we will prevail in continuing this story! Now for the disclaimer!
Dei: We don't own anything un. Got it? Get it? Good un. Also today's chapter will be full of refences from games, animes, mangas, music and ect! If you get of them right you get a honorable mention un! So do your best un!
Naru: Yeah of course we'll be helpful by marking them like so!** Good luck everyone!
Saso: Oh yeah and shout-outs to redhead-kitsune, xXVioletRibbonXx, and Hawkgirl90.
-Uu! Uryuu!*1* Yaoi is awesome this is my blue truth!*2* Anyone get this VN/anime/manga reference?-
Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, and a Hawaiian sunset loomed behind the reception desk at Hokage Travel, a constant reminder that there was life outside of boring Konoha, and that excitement was very, very, VERY far away.
The only thing exciting about working at Hokage's was the gossip. Under normal circumstances, Naruto found the scandals of the town quite boring- the mayor seen cavorting with a Vegas showgirl, a local TV reporter from KLNS faking alien abduction story, a brownie leader embezzling earnings from a cookie bake-off. Oh wow.
But now life was different-there have been Mansion family sightings!
Anko, the hyper partner, filled him in on all the latest. She's like a walking People's Magazine.
"It's still a mystery what the husband does-" referring to the Mansion family- "but he's obviously wealthy. The butler does the grocery shopping at Junes'*3* on Saturday at exactly eight o' clock P.M and picks up the dry cleaning on Tuesdays-all dark suits and cloaks. The wife is a tall pale woman in her mid-thirties with long dark hair and she always wears dark sunglasses."
"It's like they're vampires," Anko concluded, not knowing about Naruto's fascination. "They've only been seen at night; they look so ghoulish, dark, and brooding, like they're straight out of a B-movie horror flick. And no visitors have been inside that house. Not one. Think they're hiding something?
He was hanging on Anko's every word.
"They've lived there for over a month,'' she continued, "and they haven't painted the place, or even cut the grass! They've probably added creaky doors!'
Shizune laughed out loud and ignored her ringing phone. "Miss Sandiego*4* was saying the same thing," Shizune added. "Can you imagine? Not mowing your lawn or planting flowers. Don't they wonder what the neighbors think?"
"Maybe they don't care what the neighbors think. Maybe they like it that way," Naruto interjected.
They both looked at him in horror.
"But get this," Anko said. "I heard that the wife was at Feliciano's*5* Italian Bistro and ordered the antipasto… without garlic!" That's what Imai Hotaru *6* says her son said."
'So? Naruto thought. I like a full moon. Does that make me a were-wolf? Big deal. And who can trust Sai and his family?'
-Naruto's POV-
The buzzing of the front door brought the gossip session to a complete halt. And the new customer made us all buzz.
It was the Creepy Man!
"I have to finish something in the back!" I whispered to Anko, whose eyes riveted to the man.
I scurried as fast as I could, not looking back until I was safely behind the Xerox machine. Yet I yearned to run to good ol' Creepy, squeeze the masked man in a hug and tell him I was sorry for the Trevor Halloween paint job. I wanted to listen to all he had to say about the world as he knew it, his adventures and travels. But I couldn't so I cowered behind the copy machines, and copied my hand.
"I'd like two tickets to Bucharest," I heard him say taking a seat at Anko's desk. I craned my neck to see him.
"Bucharest?" Anko asked.
"Yes Bucharest, Romania."
"And when would you be going?"
"I'm not going, madam. The tickets are for Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha. They would like to depart on November first, for three months."
Anko fiddled with her computer. "Two seats…in economy?"
"No, first-class please. Just as long as the flight attendants serve them some bloody whine the Uchihas are always happy!" he said laughing.
Anko laughed back awkwardly and I chuckled inside. She went over the itinerary and handed him a copy.
"It's like giving blood, the cost of tickets these days!" Creepy Man laughed, signing.
This was getting good! Anko swiped his credit card. "And you're not going, sir?" she asked, as he signed his name, trying to pull more info out of him. Way to go, Anko!
"No, the boy and I will stay behind."
Boy? Was he referring to Gothic Guy? Or did the Uchihas have a child I could baby-sit? I could play hide-and-seek with him in the Mansion.
"The Uchihas have a boy?" Anko asked.
"He doesn't get out much. Stays in his room listening to loud music. That's what they do at seventeen."
Seventeen? Did I hear him right? Seventeen? He was talking about Gothic Guy. But why wasn't he in school?
"He's always had a home tutor. Or as you say in this country home-schooled," Creepy Man answered, as if he had read my mind. Or should have said, Mansion-schooled! No one was home-schooled in Konoha.
"Seventeen?" Anko repeated, trying to get more information.
"Yes, seventeen…going on one hundred."
"I know how that is," Anko interjected. "My girl just turned thirteen, and thinks she knows everything!"
"He acts like he's lived before, if you know what I mean, with all his grand opinions about the world." Creepy Man laughed a maniacal laugh that sent him into a coughing frenzy.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"I'd like a town map."
"Our town?" she asked, with a laugh. "I'm not sure we even have them."
She turned to Shizune, who just shook her head.
"There's the main square and the cornfields," Anko said, rifling through her desk. "Are you sure you don't want a map of somewhere more exciting?" she asked, offering him a map of Greece.*7*
"This is all the excitement a man of my age can handle, thank you," he said grinning behind the mask. "The square reminds me of my home in Europe. It's been centuries since I've seen it."
"Centuries?" Anko asked, curiously. "Then you hide your age well," she teased.
If anyone could get info on the walking dead, it was Anko. She could flirt with the best of them. Creepy Man's face turned from a white wine to a slightly bright burgundy.
"You are so kind, Miss," he said, rubbing his hand though his silver hair. "Thank you for your time," he said, preparing to leave. "It's been lovely, and you have been lovely, too." He grabbed her hand in his and gave another crackling smile behind his mask.
As he stood up, he looked directly at me and through me like he knew he had seen me before. I could feel his cold stare as I frantically turned around, quickly gathering together the thirteen copies of my hand. I didn't dare turn back around until I heard the door close. I peered out as he walked past the front window- and he glanced back like he was looking straight though me. I felt a chill go thought my body. I loved it.
The rest of the day whizzed by. I hardly noticed it was after six. I slung my black bag over my shoulder.
"Wow, we'll have to pay you for overtime!" Anko said, as I got up from the reception desk.
If I couldn't be Kerli*8* or the Bride of Dracula I'd be Anko. She was the complete opposite of me in her white-on-white-white go-go boots with a tight white vinyl dress, or white pants suit with white heels. The only thing on here that wasn't white was the long beige coat she came to work in. She wore her hair in a upwards ponytail and had just enough make-up to enhance her natural beauty without looking like a circus clown. She always had boyfriends coming in to visit. They knew she was major class.
I approached her desk, which was covered with white crystals, angel ornaments, and a smiling thirteen year-old in white Lucite.
"Anko?" I asked as she fiddled with her purse.
"What, honey?"
"I was just wondering?" I said, twisting my bas strap. "Do you…"
"What is it, dear? Sit down." She grabbed Shizune's chair and wheeled it next to hers.
"About today…I know this sounds crazy, but do you…well…do you believe in…vampires?"
"Do I?" She laughed, fingering her necklace. "I believe in a lot of things, honey."
"But do you believe in vampires?"
"No."
"Oh." I tried not to show my disappointment.
"But what do I know?" she chuckled. "My best friend, Kurenai swears she saw the ghost of an old farmer in a cornfield when we were kids. And I dated this guy who saw something silver shoot straight up in the sky, and my chiropractor heals people by putting magnets on their joints. What's fantasy for some is reality for others."
I hung on her every word.
"So do I believe in vampires?" she continued. "No. But I also didn't believe Kanji Tatsumi*9* was straight. So what do I know?" She smiled a sparkling smile.
I laughed as I walked to the door.
"Naruto?"
"Yes?"
'What do you believe in?"
"I believe in- finding out!"
-*10*-
Me: Hah Hah! Dear god Ap classes and volleyball don't mix =_=;;;
Naru: Just get to work already.
Me: Wah! Gomenasai…TT=TT
Dei: Cya next chapter and can you name all the references in today's chapter un?
Me: You're super special awesome if you can!
Me&Dei&Naru: Bye-nee!