•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.•( CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND SNAKEBITES: A MARY SUE INVASION )•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.•
PART TWO: PUDDLES OF DROOL & A MYSTERIOUS DOOR
Burning with embarrassment at the thong-wearing Keiko's absolute lack of dignity, Quillsh Wammy practically shoved the two Mary-Sue invaders down the carpeted floor and toward their rooms. His brow furrowed as other residents of the orphanage poked their heads into the hallway, and then began drooling as they caught sight of the new arrivals. Their saliva pooled on the floor, and several times Wammy nearly slipped in the disgusting puddles.
Good grief. It's just like the last time we had two Mary Sues here, absolute chaos; boys tripping over each other for autographs, boys fainting face-first into their dinner plates, boys dancing naked atop trees…
Keiko giggled and flaunted her twelve-year-old hips seductively, making sure that the tip of her thong was completely visible. Kitsune stared darkly forward, brooding. Wammy just tried to get them down the hallway and out of sight.
After what seemed like an eternity filled with soggy-mouthed admirers, some brandishing cameras, the trio reached the next-to-last door in the hallway. Quillsh Wammy pushed the chestnut wood inward and almost tripped over his "naturally" tiny companions in his eagerness to get them inside. "Mr. Roger will bring your belongings up shortly," he announced, and added quietly, "seeing as you were too lazy to bring them up yourselves."
"B-but-but Mr. WAMMY!" wailed Keiko, her bubbly aura evaporating immediately, "I've just suffered a…a HORRIBLE loss! Have your parents ever…ever DIED?" She dissolved into noisy, suspiciously fake-sounding sobs.
"Um…yes."
"…"
"…"
"…" *sniff*
Wammy left the room without further comment.
Meanwhile, Kistune flopped onto the nearest of two beds, taking in the drab walls, the bright carpet, the polished wooden bedside tables, and a most horrendous cuckoo clock. She sighed heavily; letting memories of her old home overwhelm her…
"Little monster!"
"No, no…let me go! Stop it! STOP IT"
"Don't hurt her!"
"Shut up, you freak!"
The sound of slaps, kicks, punches, and laughter…always that horrid laughter…
A loud knock disrupted Kistune's unknown-but-bound-to-be-tragically-cliché memories of her past, and she jumped with surprise. Keiko's melancholy sniffles stopped just as suddenly as they'd begun, and she bounded happily to get the door.
Just before opening it, however, she adjusted her washcloth of a skirt so that it almost-but not quite-covered her thong.
A red-haired girl with a brightly colored hoodie and pigtails stood in the doorway. She smiled when Keiko flung the door open, revealing teeth not as perfect as that of the new arrivals'. (They did go through a pack of whitening strips a day, however, in order to attain that dazzling glow.) Her twelve-year-old body was also lacking in mild emaciation and large breasts, which Kistune and Keiko both possessed, somehow managing to defy the laws of human proportion. Despite this unacceptable lack of physical perfection, however, the child seemed friendly enough.
"Hi!" she cried, enveloping Keiko in a hug that nearly crushed the girl's fragile, osteoporosis-affected-due-to-lack-of-acceptable-body-fat-levels bones. "I'm Linda!"
"Hey!" Keiko's reply was just as eager. "My name's Keiko, and this is my friend, Kistune! We're new," she added unnecessarily. Kistune stared impolitely yet somehow charmingly, a hostile but inviting look etched upon her face. The visitor seemed perplexed by these contradicting emotions.
"I know." Linda's head bobbed enthusiastically. "I saw you two coming in." She indicated the drool-drenched carpet behind her. Someone whom Keiko supposed to be a custodian was just now ascending the stairs, mop in hand, a disgusted expression upon his scowling face.
As Linda's finger pointed toward the liquid puddles, Keiko's attention was caught by the darkly painted door at the end of the hallway, adjacent to their own. "Hey, Linda," she whispered, indicating the room, "who lives in there?"
A reverent look swallowed Linda's features as she gazed, transfixed, where Keiko was looking. "That's where The Master lives…the bane of our existence, the one for whom this orphanage was created, the God of Wammy's House!" Her voice reached eccentric levels as Keiko and Kistune stared in wonder.
"I wonder if he'd like my thong?"
