Mexican Ramen Chapter 5
Mexican Ramen
Chapter 5
As the sound of la bamba echoed through the house, Naku headed for the door, ignoring Rya’s cries and squeals, which sounded something like “No not lower!”?
Naku hummed to herself as she opened the door, only to stop as she tried to puzzle out the thing on the doorstep.
“Um,” she asked kicking something with the toe of her socked foot,” was anyone expecting a package? A large package?” Stepping away from the door, Naku pointed to the large square box sitting on the doorstep. “All I have to say,” she said arms crossing, “is that I’m not carrying it in.”
“Oooh, if it has a crank, I wanna be the first to give it a yank! Oh, wait that doesn’t sound right now that I think about it,” Rya said stepping closer to the box.
“I wonder whom it’s for,” Mana asked also closing in.
Squinting, Rya squatted down to read the big blue label with weird red inscriptions. “Um, it says here,” pointing at the label as she reads Rya continues,” that it’s a maybe.”
“A what?” Naku asked leaning over Rya’s shoulder to read what she was pointing at. “That’s not maybe baka,” she said standing up, “it’s Miyabi. Whatever the hell that is,” she continued as she kicked the box again.
Then suddenly as if tired of the abuse the box began to shake. Rya fell backwards, scrambling into the house, crying, “I didn’t do it this time.” Pointing a finger at Naku she finished with,” It was all her!”
“Tattletale.” Naku said sticking her tongue out at Rya’s prone form.
Then everyone watched in amazement as something leaped from the box and ran through the house.
Squeaking in horror, Toshiya was the first to block its path as it headed straight for his beloved pit hairs. Blocking its path, Toshiya held his arms out glaring at the now recognizable blur.
It appeared to be a man with an, umbrella?
Taking the time to give Toshiya a once over he laughed, then took off running again as if the hounds of Hades followed him. Making his way around the living room, he jumped over pets, furniture and Rya as he went.
Poor Toshiya kept his naked pitted stance, guarding his precious follicles. Actually he did look rather amusing with his arms out, glare on his face wearing nothing but a pair of fireman overalls, but hey everyone was getting use to his odd wardrobe.
Everyone continued to watch as the speedy umbrella man bounded over to the poor shell-shocked Shinya and grabbed him by the arms spinning him around so fast that Gackt’s underwear flew from his head.
But not to worry, Mystical Magical Mana has good hand to eye coordination and can catch flying lingerie very well.
Then, just as suddenly as he grabbed him the unknown man let go of poor Shinya, who went flying. His destination, Gackt.
As Shinya slammed into Gackt, Gackt closed his mouth, forgetting about the “voodoo” soap, and thus discovering that it wasn’t soap, but Gackt might have preferred the soap. “Sugar?!?!” he cried, grimacing as the sticky sweetness coated his mouth.
“Ack,” he cried sticking out his tongue again, while looking around for something to get that nasty sweet flavor to disappear.
Grabbing the nearest hand, he used it to try to scrape off the layers of slippery sugar. Poor Shinya, as Gackt’s hands were still not up to working condition, it appeared that Shinya’s would have to do. Much to Shinya’s horror. He could only watch as Gackt continued to wipe his tongue on Shinya’s right hand.
“Miyavi sama?” Mana asked catching everyone’s attention. “What did I say about umbrella’s in the house?”
The now named Miyavi smiled, closing the umbrella he then tossed it out the door. Grin growing, he asked, “What umbrella?”
Sighing, Mana began to rub his temples again. Motioning Naku back inside, Mana closed the door.
He then walked over to Gackt and freed Shinya’s now saliva enclosed hand from Gackt’s strawberry shortcake grasp. Handing Shinya a towel, only the faery gods know where he got it from, Mana placed him on a chair far from Gackt.
Takai, Hyde and Toshiya all closed their mouths as they all realized that it hadn’t been soap on their tongues but rather pixie stix powder. Mana was one tricky magical bastard of a faery.
“Now,” Mana said as everyone chose a seat, “I would like you to meet Miyavi.” He gestured to the still grinning man, “He will be staying with us for an undetermined amount of time.” Pausing, Mana cocked his head to the side his face slightly puzzled. “What is that noise?” Now that he had pointed it out, the “squish-naw-crunch-naw-squish-purr” sound of someone or something snacking on something echoed throughout the living room. Turning around, Toshiya once again shrilled in horror.
There on the floor was Takai’s ever-pissy cat Tumas, happily munching away at Toshiya’s pit hairs, his tail twitching. Dropping to his knees on the floor, Toshiya shoved poor Tumas out of the way. Ignoring the now yowling cat, Toshiya began to gather as much of his fallen hairs as he could and shoved them in his pockets of his pants. He soon found himself out of pockets, and a few handfuls of hair to go. Looking around he spotted Shinya on the chair next to him. Gathering the last few remaining follicles, he shoved them in Shinya’s pockets as well. Shinya being the good friend that he is let him. Either that or he was still in shock over the fact that Gackt used his hand as a tongue scrapper.
Everyone stared as Toshiya finished tucking his follicles into Shinya’s pockets, some snickering, some being polite enough not to.
“As I was saying,” Mana continued, when Toshiya looked up, ”Miyavi will be staying with us. He will stay in the room next to mine.”
“Now,” he said standing in front of Rya, “I do believe it’s your turn to cook.” Handing her a spatula, he walked from the room, with Miyavi in tow.
Everyone watched as Rya eyed the spatula critically, then turned as one to stare at Takai and Mienaku.
“Uhn uh,” Takai said standing, “I covered for her last time. Someone else can cook.”
As Takai left, Naku sighed. “Fine,” she said heading towards the kitchen, grabbing the spatula from Rya as she went.
“Hey,” Rya cried, offended. “I can cook you know!”