A young woman in her mid twenties approached the house's maple door with over flowing grocery bags in her cream colored arms. Struggling to turn the knob she opened the door and pushed her way inside. Her silver eyes were greeted by what seemed to be endless messes of dirty clothes and unwashed dishes.
"Honestly," she sighed exasperated, "They're just like children."
As she shut the door with her foot and began to wade over the mess, which reeked of rotten food especially take-out, and to the kitchen. This was to be expected. Hachi was still recovering from his wounds inflicted by the last demon he had fought so that left Mikobi in charge of food and cleaning: natural responses to both: take-out and don't but say you did.
A flash of white caught her attention as it darted towards her in a flurry of panic. Speak of the devil there he was.
"PAGEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" the voice of Mikobi hollered, sounding terrified and desperate like a child about to burst into tears after having his cookie stolen.
Before she could react she was flat on her back with a horrified Mikobi clinging to her as the groceries fell around them like rain. Page sighed, sitting up and petting the whimpering dog boy as he trembled. Events like this were no surprise, not when she had him watch her twin boys Peter and Pan or as he insisted upon calling himself, Panic.
Rising she called the boy but no one came, she did not see the little head of the raven haired twin standing before her as he usually did when in trouble. Page growled menacingly, she taught him how to take the weight of his actions like a man. She took in as much air as her her lungs would allow and bellowed as no "mother" had done.
"PANIC!!!!!!!"
Mikobi winced, Hachi's eyes widened, and Peter buried his face so deep into Hachi's shoulder all you could see was his angelic blond locks. Instantly, the boy appeared before her, sensing the trouble he was in. Gently Page pulled the sparkler firework from Mikobi's fluffy snow white tail and held it in-front of the boy as she tapped her foot on the ground in a slow moving pattern.
"Panic," she started, "What have I told you about hurting Miky?"
Panic's eyes shifted to the corner to glare at the dog boy before answering the question.
"I only tied a sparkler to his tail!" the boy protested as he pouted and in one swift movement swung his head to the left. "It's not like I set his pants on fire."
"I wouldn't put that passed him." Page sighed inwardly as she knelt down to brush a strand of jet black hair from his eyes.
"What am I going to do with you?" she asked, moving her hand to ruffle the top of his head as the the boy giggled.
"Keep him away from me?" Mikobi suggested nervously as all eyes fell on him. Page chuckled, the only way to keep Panic away from his target was to chain him to a wall. Once he found something to mess with it all went down hill from there.
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When the messes were cleaned and the groceries in their rightful places Page began to cook. She knew full well that while Hachi was a fine cook the last mission had left him wounded and he was still trying to heal. The boys had probably not eaten something decent in days due to Mikobi's tendency to burn everything and all of the take out containers she had picked up and thrown away.
She turned on the pot and waited for the water to boil as she chopped the basil and pureed the tomatoes. The water was bubbling and she opened the pasta package and gently slid it in. The steam caused her to sweat slightly, making her lightly wipe her brow, the remainder of her hair pulled back by a lavender bandanna.
'That takes care of that.' Page whispered to herself, mentally checking the pasta off of her to do list. She moved to the cutting board and took the tomatoes from the blender as she added them to the sauce pan near by. Venturing back to the stove she put down the sauce pan and add a dash of garlic salt to the liquid already beginning to bubble. Soon dinner would be ready and the war would begin. If you have ever fed four "growing boys" you'll know what is meant by this statement. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The table was set and Page's famous spaghetti was finished. Tofu meatballs for Hachi and Peter and regular for Panic and Mikobi. Page knew better than to try and feed those two tofu, the carnavors! She allowed herself a deep breath as she prepared to call. 1, 2, 3.
"DINNERRRRRRR~~~~!!!!" she called loudly, already prepared for the stampede as Panic and Mikobi grudgingly raced down the stairs attempting to out run each other and get to the table first. It never failed to make Page smile.
Soon after the boys were seated and shooting daggers Hachi came down slowly still holding quiet little Peter in his arms. Page wondered if the two had separated at all while she was cooking.
"Okay," she began, "Who's first?"
"ME!" Mikobi and Panic shouted simultaneously, again glaring at one another as they both held their plates up high.
Hachi sat quietly in his seat as Peter shyly twirled the table cloth around his finger. Page smiled gently and picked up Peter's plate.
"Hey!" Panic yelped as spaghetti was lifted and put on his twin brother's plate.
"You two can wait." she said calmly. "Hachi and Peter are first due to the fact they did not viciously attack this table."
"AWWWWWWWWW..." they both said in unison, glaring at each-other once more.
When everyone had their food Page sat down and twirled her fork around the noodles and took a bite.
"Page?" Hachi asked in a seemingly emotionless voice.
She smiled kindly, "Yes Hachi, what is it?" There was a pause as everyone looked up from their plates.
"Are you alright?" Page's eyes widened for a split second before she regained her composure and replied.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Silence.
"Alright..." Hachi said quietly, continuing to eat his pasta.
'What was that about?' She thought, left to ponder the origin of the question even though deep down she knew what he was referring to. More of who actually.
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"Who wants dessert?" Page asked as she took the dirty dishes to the sink. The table erupted with happy "Me's" as she walked from the water filled sink to the refrigerator to retrieve the strawberry cake; her speciality.
As she walked back with the cake she saw Peter's normally mellow face light up with a childish glee appropriate for his age. She loved it when he smiled. It made her feel like maybe she was doing this parent thing right. Slicing the cake into five pieces she handed out the plates around the table. Peter ate his cake slowly almost a mirror image of Hachi while his twin on the other hand crazily attacked the cake with his fork as though he hadn't eaten in a year.
"Chew Panic, chew." Page said tiredly. "I don't want you to..."
She was cut off by his insane coughing due to a strawberry that had temporarily lodged itself in his throat.
"Choke."
"Hahahahahahahaha!!!!" Mikobi mocked, using this little moment to carry out his revenge. "Idiot!!!"
Before anyone could stop him Panic had thrown the remainder of his piece of cake right into Mikobi's face sending the dog boy flying out of his seat.
"Panic!" Page scolded as Mikobi stood up instantly and armed himself with the remainder of his cake. Holding it as if it were a grenade. It flew from his hand with the murderous intent to hit Panic square in the nose. A horrible miss.
"Whoops..." Mikobi mumbled as the cake collided with the side of Hachi's head.
The normally emotionless hunter ran a hand through his cake riddled hair as everyone went silent sensing his new found will to join in the throwing.
"CAKE WAR!!!!!!!!" Panic shouted as he pushed a bit of Peter's cake into his face and dived under the table for protection from the reign of fire.
Before Mikobi could choke out a sorry cake was in his face once more. Not only that but it was flying chaotically all over the kitchen.
"Boys!!!!" Page yelled in futility. "STOP NOW YOU ARE BEHAVING LIKE FIVE-YEAR-OLDS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE EXAMPLES..."
WHACK.
Cake hit her ivory face and slid slowly to the floor. She twitched is suppressed anger.
"So you want to play, eh?" she began, now thoroughly pissed off. "Then take this!!!!" she screamed, hurling cake in the direction of Hachi who was straddling Mikobi as he shoved cake into his face. The cake hit the mark, first hitting the other clean half of Hachi's hair and falling to Mikobi's forehead.
Page laughed whole heartedly at the show before her. Cake flying, Peter and Panic deciding it was a battle of kids against adults, Hachi and Mikobi rolling around smearing cake on one another. Everything was going to be filthy but for once she didn't care. This was her family and it was the first time she had felt whole since the death of her love.
"Are you watching Seb...?" she questioned inwardly, watching the boys throw cake the they had collected on the floor at Hachi and Miky.
"I'm not alone anymore."
*This is a story I posted on a website called storywrite after I wrote it in my WEX. These are my original characters and I revised this post many times ^_^*
"Honestly," she sighed exasperated, "They're just like children."
As she shut the door with her foot and began to wade over the mess, which reeked of rotten food especially take-out, and to the kitchen. This was to be expected. Hachi was still recovering from his wounds inflicted by the last demon he had fought so that left Mikobi in charge of food and cleaning: natural responses to both: take-out and don't but say you did.
A flash of white caught her attention as it darted towards her in a flurry of panic. Speak of the devil there he was.
"PAGEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" the voice of Mikobi hollered, sounding terrified and desperate like a child about to burst into tears after having his cookie stolen.
Before she could react she was flat on her back with a horrified Mikobi clinging to her as the groceries fell around them like rain. Page sighed, sitting up and petting the whimpering dog boy as he trembled. Events like this were no surprise, not when she had him watch her twin boys Peter and Pan or as he insisted upon calling himself, Panic.
Rising she called the boy but no one came, she did not see the little head of the raven haired twin standing before her as he usually did when in trouble. Page growled menacingly, she taught him how to take the weight of his actions like a man. She took in as much air as her her lungs would allow and bellowed as no "mother" had done.
"PANIC!!!!!!!"
Mikobi winced, Hachi's eyes widened, and Peter buried his face so deep into Hachi's shoulder all you could see was his angelic blond locks. Instantly, the boy appeared before her, sensing the trouble he was in. Gently Page pulled the sparkler firework from Mikobi's fluffy snow white tail and held it in-front of the boy as she tapped her foot on the ground in a slow moving pattern.
"Panic," she started, "What have I told you about hurting Miky?"
Panic's eyes shifted to the corner to glare at the dog boy before answering the question.
"I only tied a sparkler to his tail!" the boy protested as he pouted and in one swift movement swung his head to the left. "It's not like I set his pants on fire."
"I wouldn't put that passed him." Page sighed inwardly as she knelt down to brush a strand of jet black hair from his eyes.
"What am I going to do with you?" she asked, moving her hand to ruffle the top of his head as the the boy giggled.
"Keep him away from me?" Mikobi suggested nervously as all eyes fell on him. Page chuckled, the only way to keep Panic away from his target was to chain him to a wall. Once he found something to mess with it all went down hill from there.
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When the messes were cleaned and the groceries in their rightful places Page began to cook. She knew full well that while Hachi was a fine cook the last mission had left him wounded and he was still trying to heal. The boys had probably not eaten something decent in days due to Mikobi's tendency to burn everything and all of the take out containers she had picked up and thrown away.
She turned on the pot and waited for the water to boil as she chopped the basil and pureed the tomatoes. The water was bubbling and she opened the pasta package and gently slid it in. The steam caused her to sweat slightly, making her lightly wipe her brow, the remainder of her hair pulled back by a lavender bandanna.
'That takes care of that.' Page whispered to herself, mentally checking the pasta off of her to do list. She moved to the cutting board and took the tomatoes from the blender as she added them to the sauce pan near by. Venturing back to the stove she put down the sauce pan and add a dash of garlic salt to the liquid already beginning to bubble. Soon dinner would be ready and the war would begin. If you have ever fed four "growing boys" you'll know what is meant by this statement. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The table was set and Page's famous spaghetti was finished. Tofu meatballs for Hachi and Peter and regular for Panic and Mikobi. Page knew better than to try and feed those two tofu, the carnavors! She allowed herself a deep breath as she prepared to call. 1, 2, 3.
"DINNERRRRRRR~~~~!!!!" she called loudly, already prepared for the stampede as Panic and Mikobi grudgingly raced down the stairs attempting to out run each other and get to the table first. It never failed to make Page smile.
Soon after the boys were seated and shooting daggers Hachi came down slowly still holding quiet little Peter in his arms. Page wondered if the two had separated at all while she was cooking.
"Okay," she began, "Who's first?"
"ME!" Mikobi and Panic shouted simultaneously, again glaring at one another as they both held their plates up high.
Hachi sat quietly in his seat as Peter shyly twirled the table cloth around his finger. Page smiled gently and picked up Peter's plate.
"Hey!" Panic yelped as spaghetti was lifted and put on his twin brother's plate.
"You two can wait." she said calmly. "Hachi and Peter are first due to the fact they did not viciously attack this table."
"AWWWWWWWWW..." they both said in unison, glaring at each-other once more.
When everyone had their food Page sat down and twirled her fork around the noodles and took a bite.
"Page?" Hachi asked in a seemingly emotionless voice.
She smiled kindly, "Yes Hachi, what is it?" There was a pause as everyone looked up from their plates.
"Are you alright?" Page's eyes widened for a split second before she regained her composure and replied.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Silence.
"Alright..." Hachi said quietly, continuing to eat his pasta.
'What was that about?' She thought, left to ponder the origin of the question even though deep down she knew what he was referring to. More of who actually.
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"Who wants dessert?" Page asked as she took the dirty dishes to the sink. The table erupted with happy "Me's" as she walked from the water filled sink to the refrigerator to retrieve the strawberry cake; her speciality.
As she walked back with the cake she saw Peter's normally mellow face light up with a childish glee appropriate for his age. She loved it when he smiled. It made her feel like maybe she was doing this parent thing right. Slicing the cake into five pieces she handed out the plates around the table. Peter ate his cake slowly almost a mirror image of Hachi while his twin on the other hand crazily attacked the cake with his fork as though he hadn't eaten in a year.
"Chew Panic, chew." Page said tiredly. "I don't want you to..."
She was cut off by his insane coughing due to a strawberry that had temporarily lodged itself in his throat.
"Choke."
"Hahahahahahahaha!!!!" Mikobi mocked, using this little moment to carry out his revenge. "Idiot!!!"
Before anyone could stop him Panic had thrown the remainder of his piece of cake right into Mikobi's face sending the dog boy flying out of his seat.
"Panic!" Page scolded as Mikobi stood up instantly and armed himself with the remainder of his cake. Holding it as if it were a grenade. It flew from his hand with the murderous intent to hit Panic square in the nose. A horrible miss.
"Whoops..." Mikobi mumbled as the cake collided with the side of Hachi's head.
The normally emotionless hunter ran a hand through his cake riddled hair as everyone went silent sensing his new found will to join in the throwing.
"CAKE WAR!!!!!!!!" Panic shouted as he pushed a bit of Peter's cake into his face and dived under the table for protection from the reign of fire.
Before Mikobi could choke out a sorry cake was in his face once more. Not only that but it was flying chaotically all over the kitchen.
"Boys!!!!" Page yelled in futility. "STOP NOW YOU ARE BEHAVING LIKE FIVE-YEAR-OLDS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE EXAMPLES..."
WHACK.
Cake hit her ivory face and slid slowly to the floor. She twitched is suppressed anger.
"So you want to play, eh?" she began, now thoroughly pissed off. "Then take this!!!!" she screamed, hurling cake in the direction of Hachi who was straddling Mikobi as he shoved cake into his face. The cake hit the mark, first hitting the other clean half of Hachi's hair and falling to Mikobi's forehead.
Page laughed whole heartedly at the show before her. Cake flying, Peter and Panic deciding it was a battle of kids against adults, Hachi and Mikobi rolling around smearing cake on one another. Everything was going to be filthy but for once she didn't care. This was her family and it was the first time she had felt whole since the death of her love.
"Are you watching Seb...?" she questioned inwardly, watching the boys throw cake the they had collected on the floor at Hachi and Miky.
"I'm not alone anymore."
*This is a story I posted on a website called storywrite after I wrote it in my WEX. These are my original characters and I revised this post many times ^_^*
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