Haha, finally. :P (RCII P8)

Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 8

Andrea blinked.

One moment, she was chasing Hibari into that dark, blobby hole, and the next, she literally fell out of the sky onto the hard sidewalk on her butt.

In Japan.

“Oh my god.”

She scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. The hiragana and katakana around her told her that she was definitely somewhere Japanese. She... might actually be in Japan! She stood on her toes and peeked over the buildings. Faint blue mountains capped with snow that glittered in the winter sun suggested... Hokkaido?

Andrea blinked again.

She was in Japan.

She was actually in Japan.

Andrea snapped back to reality when someone ran past her, accidentally bumping her shoulder. She quickly stepped to the side and pressed herself against the wall of a building so that no one could crash into her or anything, and carefully observed her surroundings.

There were Asian-looking people everywhere, with an occasional non-Asian tourist wandering around the crowded streets. She decided to walk around and explore a bit, at least wanting to find out where the hell Hibari went.

Suddenly, a voice shouted out her name, and she turned around. There, running towards her and screaming like a maniac, was a very familiar person.

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“CLEAVAGE!” Yuedi yelled before she hit the hard pavement with a loud thump.

Sandy proceeded to whack her on the head.

Nicky and Nalini gave her a weird look, Van made a facepalm motion, and Richard sweatdropped before noticing where they landed.

“Sandy...” he said slowly, as if not believing what he was seeing. “Is it just me, or does this place seem... really familiar?”

“It does, it does!” Van chirped in agreement in her five-year-old voice, also looking around in... weirded-out-ness.

Sandy stopped attacking the pervert Yuedi and opened her mouth to reply, but then quickly shut it when she saw the sign on the building next to them.

“‘National Arts Centre,’” she read in a hushed voice. She looked across the street at the white stone monument that stood there. “That statue... isn’t this... Ottawa?!”

The group was promptly distracted by voices coming from the building. They dove into some neatly trimmed bushes beside the doors of the Arts Centre, watching in astonishment as the old concert band of 2007-2008 swarmed out the doors, chattering excitedly.

Nalini stared. “Hey Van, isn’t that-”

She was quickly cut off by Van wrestling her to the ground in order to shut her up. Richard and Sandy held their breath as David looked curiously in their general direction, and simultaneously breathed sighs of relief when he shrugged it off and continued walking, thus not blowing their cover.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Richard said once the group had passed. “I mean, how can we be here and there at the same time? I swear I saw you and Rach and Jason and everyone else in that group too...”

Sandy looked back at him in confusion. “I have no idea... What the fudge is going on here?”

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“Are we... in China?” Angie asked, still holding her death grip around Skye’s waist even as they fell from the floating portal and landed in a dark and bad-smelling alleyway. “I mean, it has the pollution and all that crap.”

“I don’t think so,” Rachel testified, staring at the characters on a small label that was taped to the garbage can. She leaned closer, squinting behind her glasses. “Uh, let’s see... o something tsu... something, something... ku, da, sa, i?” She stood up and grinned sheepishly at the rest of her group. “My hiragana reading is terrible, as you can clearly see.”

“It’s better than I can do,” Fandi said with a shrug, trying to pry Angie and Skye apart, by the latter’s request. “Mich help me,” she added after failing to release her classmate’s hold around the silver-haired bishounen’s midsection. Skye sweatdropped, wondering if he would ever be able to shake off this rabid fangirl. (The author silently empathized with him.)

With one swift pull, Mich managed to pull Angie’s arms off of her victim. Everyone else stared. Mich stared back with her usual (and kind of creepy) :] expression.

Angie pouted and stomped her foot. “No!” she squealed. “My Skye! Bad Mich!”

Mich and Fandi sweatdropped as she locked her arms around the Phantom Thief once again.

“So Pikachu,” Sarah said, ignoring Fandi's half-frustrated/half-amused protests and turning to the electric rodent with a serious expression. “Why are we in Japan? And are there any places around here that sell purple dye?”

Pikachu plopped down on his behind, dangling his legs over the lid of the garbage can that he was sitting on. “Well basically,” he explained, “something or someone made that portal and, to make a long story short, we traveled through it to here. However, as for the people after us, I think they went in too late and screwed up the rip in time and space, so now they’re probably stuck in the past or the future halfway across the world or something.” He cleared his throat. “The latter question, I cannot answer, and I request that you not find the answer either. I like my yellow fur, thank you very much.”

Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but a dark blur suddenly swooped down and tackled her to the ground. She screamed. A rough hand quickly covered her mouth. (She was mildly disappointed. She liked screaming like an idiot.)

The group quickly found themselves surrounded by a group of people in black ninja suits, their eyes gleaming and lingering far too long on... certain areas for their tastes.

“Screw the one in Crosby, this is going to be a real rapefest,” Rachel whispered to Fandi with panic in her voice. “And I get the feeling that it’s not gonna be pleasant.”


And yes, my chapters are getting shorter. D:

Ahh.