Originally Plotless
By Me
disclaimer: I don't own anything I might mention in here except for the fanfic itself.
A/N: What exactly is all this about? I don't know either. It's completely off the top of my head, and it probably will have more chapters, but for now, this is it.
"It was a dark and stormy night..." The mystical story-teller started in an overly dramatic voice, "Just like this one, in fact..."
"But it's not even raining!" One of the audience members pointed out, trying to keep a miniscule fire going with some twigs.
"Of course it's not raining! Don't you think I know that?!?!? It's just for dramatic emphasis!"
"Oh, I see... Emphasis... Right..." A smart-aleck rolled his eyes, causing many of the others to giggle uncontrolably.
"Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted..." He continued, glaring towards the one kid.
"If you want to contradict me, either say it directly to my face or don't say it at all."
"Why, you little..."
"Hey, don't you be calling me little! You're just as short as us!"
"Don't you dare talk like that to your elders, young man!"
"Young man, this, young man, that... You sound like my mother."
"Personally, I am glad that I can confirm the fact that I am not your mother, and if I were, I would have fed you to the wolves long ago!"
"Hey, take it easy, I was only pointing out some facts that you seem to have missed. I'll shut up now."
"Good. Now, it was a dark and stormy night, and an old man sat down to tell his grandchildren a story..."
"You're making this up as you go along, aren't you?"
"I thought I told you to be quiet!"
"No, you didn't. I said I'd shut up, but I had my fingers crossed."
"Young man!" Several snickers could be heard, "Okay, so I was making it up. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Du-uh. You're supposed to tell us scary ghost stories that you've heard before. That's what our old leader did."
"I am not your old leader, and if I had it my way..."
"You're the troop leader, aren't you? You do have it your way, so what are you gonna do, huh?" The 'young man' looked at the tongue-tied elder with a look of defiance.
"Bah, humbug..." He muttered, doing the only thing he could do, which was walk away, trying to restrain from turning around and strangling every scout in the campfire circle. As soon as he was out of hearing distance, the kids spoke up again.
"Way to go, Jimmy!" A chubby blonde boy gave Jimmy a high-five.
"Ah, he was a piece of cake compared to our old troop leader. So, are the s'mores done yet?"
"I think so..."
"Hey, I thought you said the marshmallows were supposed to be golden brown!"
"Well, yeah, if you hold them up to the light just like so, don't you think they look somewhat golden brown?"
"No, I think they look black." Just about 10 yards away from the small group, a couple eavesdroppers were looking in on their fun.
"This is too hilarious..." One girl grinned, trying to suppress her laughter.
"Shh! If you do not hold back your unnecessary speech, they will most certainly hear us!"
"Hey, who gave Clef the idea to start a Boy Scout troop anyway?"
"I believe it was Miss Hikaru, wasn't it?" Umi and Fuu looked at their chuckling friend.
"Well, I just happened to mention the fact that my elder brothers use to be in Boy Scouts, and since he hadn't heard of it, I explained it some more, and then this whole thing came along..." Hikaru snickered uncontrolably, glancing back towards the small boys, who were now complaining about the marshmallows being charred all the way through.
"I wonder..." Umi pondered.
"No, Miss Umi, I do not believe they roasted Sir Mokona."
"Well, I was wondering about that, too, but actually I was thinking that it isn't exactly that safe to build a fire in the middle of the castle." Umi looked up and down the hallway, checking to make sure no one was watching them.
"Usually, I would not think so, but I suppose that since this castle does happen to be made by will power, it would have certain precautions in mind..."
"ACK! IT'S ON FIRE! RUN!" The scouts were scurrying away as fast as their little feet would them, meanwhile, the roaring fire spreading fast.
"Fire Ar..." Hikaru started, but Fuu quickly put a stop to that.
"Hikaru, remember the water shrine? And Sir Ascot's beast?" Fuu attempted to jog Hikaru's memory.
"Oh, yeah... Oops..." Hikaru replied meekly, after thinking it through for a moment.
"Water Dragon!" The magic knight of water came to the rescue, quickly estinguishing the almost life-threatening danger.
"Phew... That was close..." Umi let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey, guys, you can come back now!" Hikaru called, but they heard nothing, "Guys? Where are you?"
"They must have already gone home... I suppose that leaves us to clean up their mess." The knight of wind started to take down a large tent.
"I'll help!" Hikaru volunteered. Umi, however, had other tasks on her mind.
"Hey, they left the marshmallows!" Her face lit up, but then, after taking a bite out of one of them, she spit it right out, "Bleah! Disgusting! Burnt to a crisp!"
"Miss Umi..." Fuu sighed, and Hikaru just scratched her head.
What will happen next? To be honest, I don't know either, so any suggestions would be appreciated. Arigato for tolerating my insanity!
~Luv, Me
