Anrui Lethenanashi (4-13/?)
Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2003 6:12 am
<b><center>Anrui Lethenanashi</center></b>
<center>Chapter Four</center>
Disclaimer: Dun own it? wish I did? ;_;
*****
As Ann and her new-found ?family? entered the house, they decided to put away all of Ann?s clothing before they got started with something else and forgot to do it completely. Then they?d have to go through the whole process later that night. That thought didn?t sound too appealing to any of its listeners.
?Well, I hope you like your clothing, Ann.? Andrew laughed as they unloaded and hung up the masses of it.
?Yup. It?s great, thanks. Once we get done, is it OK if I set up my computer?? Ann asked politely, but with a whining tone.
Andrew laughed once more. ?Of course, Ann.? He came upon the dress. ?Hmm, where should we put this??
?How about in its own little corner in the closet. Wait a minute, when will I actually wear it?? Ann?s question received a long, tense silence.
?Well, my parents go to quite a few parties, but you are right, I don?t know when you?ll actually have to wear it.? Andrew sat down, still holding the dress. ?I suppose you could wear it when my parents arrive, it would make you look civil. But, they might think that you were trying to hard to impress them and get the idea that you?re just here because I?m rich. Though, that is obviously not the case. Well, it may be part of it, but that?s doubtful.?
?I think that I will wear it for your parents. If they come to the conclusion that I?m just here because you?re rich, I will tell them that is not so and give reasoning behind it. I think that the dress is beautiful and I love it. I think that it suits me quite well.? Ann nodded defiantly. ?If you?re parents still don?t like me, so be it. I cannot control their reaction to someone like me. But you are right; it will make me look civil. So will the rest of the outfits you bought me.?
?Then it?s settled, you?ll wear the dress for my parents in order for them to get the false impression that you?re civil.? Andrew put his pointer finger up as though he were making a scientific discovery.
?Right, they?ll? Hey! Wait a minute you little? annoying? uh, person!? Andrew ran off down the hall, as they were done hanging things up. ?Get over here! I?ll show you how civilized I am!? Ann ran after him waving her fist. ?Come back here and face me like a man! Chicken! Baka! Andrew!?
?Oh dear, those two! They will make quite a pair. And lucky me-I have to live with them!? Isabelle shook her head and shut the closet door. She then took out Ann?s new notebook and placed it on the desk next to the bed. ?She?ll work on it later, I guess.?
Ann chased Andrew around the house for about forty minutes, when he collapsed laughing on a sofa.
?All right, all right, I give up! You win. Though, it?s not very civilized to chase your host around the house.? He grinned evilly.
?And you?re thinking I care? Who said you?re my host? You?re my landlord now! Fwhahaha!!!? They both laughed at Ann?s presumption and her fake laugh.
?Oh, really? I thought I was your friend.?
?That, too.?
?Why don?t I pretend you?re my sister so that I can drive you completely insane??
?Fine by me, but that would make you my brother, so I am allowed to drive you equally insane!?
?Deal.? They shook on it.
?How old are you??
?Fifteen.?
?Me, too.?
?When were you born? I mean, when?s your birthday??
?August 8, 155.?
?April 10, 155.?
?Damn!?
?Ha! I?m older than you!?
?Fine then, now I get to call you Oniisan!?
?That would make you Imouto!?
?Oi, baka!?
?Iie, Imouto. Anata no baka!?
?Shimatta??
?Tsk, tsk. Bad Imouto.?
?Tsk, tsk to you too, Oniisan!?
?Great, now we get to confuse Isabelle even more!?
?You?re actually happy about his!? She?s your maid!?
?Yours, too, Imouto.?
?Sure, sure. Well, I should probably set up my computer now. I have quite a few things that I?d like to put on it.?
?OK. See you at supper.?
?Yup.?
With that, Ann walked up to her room and left Andrew to contemplate what exactly had just happened.
?Once to her room, Ann found the notebook on the table and opened it. Isabelle had already plugged it in to the Internet and a permanent power source. The set-up screen flashed on almost immediately. Fast, Ann thought, I think I?m gonna like this thing. She started the set-up of her brand new computer. *
Users: Anrui Lethenanashi Password: *******
*empty*
*empty*
*empty*
Programs: Word-loaded
TextMate-loaded
Soryu 0.7-loaded
Ortel-loaded
Lazerlight Uplink-loaded
Free Program Space: 99.7% Free
Extra Systems Loaded: 2 named, 78 unnamed
User Files: *empty*
Free Computer Space: 99.87946%
?Done with the set-up process.? Ann mumbled and logged on. ?I think I need to add a few more programs, but I?ll work with what I have for now. Can?t bog Andrew down with needs, now can I?? She laughed. ?That wouldn?t be very nice.? Ann looked at the pitifully empty screen. ?Definitely in need of more systems.? She clicked on ?start? and located ?Word?. Once the screen came on, she began to type. This was her new diary.
Ann typed for about four hours, adding file after file to her notebooks database. She removed herself only when she heard the clock chime six.
?Well, I was wondering if you were still alive up there, Imouto.? Andrew laughed as she came down the stairs.
?Yeah, I was typing. I think I need some more programs?? She slumped down in the chair. ?Oi, I need a nap.?
?Well, Ann, you can take one after you have your nightly shower.? Isabelle smiled politely. ?Maybe you should just go to bed, then.?
?I think I will. A good shower?ll put me right to sleep. ?Specially a hot one!? Ann yawned. ?Gomen. I know it?s not very polite to yawn at the dinner table.?
?Well, you need to be rested when Master Yuy and Mistress Lournevier are here. They don?t like bad manners. The Mistress particularly.? Isabelle wagged her finger potently.
?Will do.? Ann gave her the thumbs up. After dinner, Ann went upstairs, took a shower, put on another beautiful nightgown and went straight to bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Things continued in a normal pattern for the rest of the week. But there was quite a bit of stress in the air on the day of Andrew?s parents? arrival. Ann woke up late, Andrew spilled juice on his suit and Isabelle was forced to run all over the place helping everyone. Master Yuy and Mistress Lournevier were due to arrive at 2:30 and it was currently noon. They were just done eating lunch.
?Isabelle, help!? Ann shrieked from her room. ?I just can?t get this damn dress straight! Ooh!?
?Coming, Ann!?
?Isabelle! Is the soup ready yet??
?Yes, Master Andrew!?
?Isabelle! I need your help in the kitchen!?
?All right, Louis, I?ll be there as soon as I help Ann!?
?I need your help now!?
?All right, as long as it will only take a minute!?
?I need you to test this pie!?
?Coming!?
?Isabelle! Help!?
?Hold on for a minute!?
?I can?t stand in this position much longer!?
?Isabelle! Are the placemats out??
?Yes, Master Andrew!?
?Isabelle, test this!?
?Coming!?
?Isabelle, help!?
?Coming!?
?Isabelle! We need the purple napkins!?
?OK!?
?Isabelle!?
?Isabelle!?
?Isabelle!?
?ALL RIGHT!? Isabelle finally screamed. ?I give up! If you?re trying to confuse the shit out of me, it worked!?
?Oops, sorry!?
?My apologies!?
?Gomen nasai!?
?Fine.? Isabelle slumped down on a couch.
?I?m sure we can decorate after the food?s ready.? Andrew walked in and sat next to her.
?You can test the food later, as well. We?ll just test it all at once.? Louis joined them.
?Uh, sorry to ruin the mood, but I?m stuck! I?m not walking down there half naked! Somebody! Anybody! Wait, I take that back! Anybody female!? Ann shrieked from upstairs.
Andrew, Louis, and Isabelle laughed. ?Comin? Ann!?
When Isabelle found the girl she almost exploded from laughter. ?My dear lord! How did you wind up like this??
?I don?t know!? Ann had wound up upside down, hanging from her bed, wrapped tightly in the sleeves and skirt of her dress. ?I don?t want to either!?
?Well, here. I believe you need more help than anyone!? Isabelle tried, and failed, to contain her laughter. Once Ann was straightened out, Isabelle helped her with the dress and her hair. The hair thing wasn?t going so well?
?Oh, hold still, Ann!? Isabelle tried to steady the girl.
?Itai! Is it supposed to hurt that badly?? Ann yelped.
?No! An it wouldn?t hurt if you stood still!?
?I can?t help it! I?m nervous!?
?I would be too, but I?ve met Master Yuy before. Trust me, he?s a nice man. You have no need to be afraid of him.?
?You?re probably right, Isabelle. I?ll try to calm down, it?ll be difficult though.? Ann winced.
?Good, that way you won?t be bald by the time he gets here.? They both laughed. A well needed stress relief.
Once they were done with Ann?s hair and makeup, which had also been a disaster, it was ten past two.
?Oh, dear.? Isabelle mused. ?I?ve only got twenty minutes to test the food and then set up.? She bolted down the stairs and hurriedly tested all of the foods they were going to serve to their guests. Once she had given everything the A-OK, Isabelle quickly put out the dishes of food and the spices to go with them, when she was done it was exactly two-thirty. ?Looks like we made it just in time.? Isabelle sighed.
?Barely.? Louis pulled a curtain aside and pointed out the limousine in the driveway.
?Geez!? Ann shrieked. ?That?s one huge car! It?s bigger?n yours Andrew!?
Andrew laughed. ?Of course it is. That?s my father?s car. It?s bound to be bigger?n mine, Imouto.?
?Well then, Oniisan, it looks like you aren?t the richest one here.? Ann stuck her nose up in the air in mock snobbery.
?Iie that would be you, Imouto.? Andrew laughed at Ann?s indignant features after his remark.
?There at the door!? Isabelle shrieked as the doorbell rang. ?Though why they ring the bell is beyond me!?
?Oh, Oniisan! Are they going to hate me?? Ann?s panic was manifested on her face.
?No, no. They?ll love you! You?re a great person! Just don?t tell them you?re rich and famous. They?ll figure out who you are. They both know everything that?s happened in the past eighty years!?
?Great!? Ann slumped down in a chair. ?Then they?ll recognize me for God?s sake!?
Andrew turned to look at her. ?Why??
?Because I look exactly like my mother!? She almost started crying.
?How have you been, Mistress?? Isabelle?s remark cut everyone short and Ann bolted to her feet.
?Just fine, thank you Isabelle.? A very refined voice answered.
?And you Master??
?Wonderful! But I?ll be better if I can find Andrew!? He laughed and Ann gulped.
Isabelle smartly remarked on the situation. ?Hmm, we have a nice little surprise for you, Master Yuy. I think you will enjoy it!?
?Oh, really?? They turned around the corner and Ann was the first thing Andrew?s father saw. ?Is she it??
?Ahh, yes sir!? Isabelle blushed. Ann had turned her eyes, and her face, to the floor. ?Look up and introduce yourself, dear.? Isabelle sounded older than she really was.
Ann looked up, hoping they wouldn?t recognize her. ?I am Anrui Lethenanashi, it?s a pleaser to meet you both.? She smiled widely, sadly, and much too unconvincingly.
?Ann?!? The two newcomers practically shouted at the same time. So much for not recognizing her.
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Didn't follow that up very well. You'll see. (See, I think my own story sucks...that's rather pathetic, non?)
<center>Chapter Four</center>
Disclaimer: Dun own it? wish I did? ;_;
*****
As Ann and her new-found ?family? entered the house, they decided to put away all of Ann?s clothing before they got started with something else and forgot to do it completely. Then they?d have to go through the whole process later that night. That thought didn?t sound too appealing to any of its listeners.
?Well, I hope you like your clothing, Ann.? Andrew laughed as they unloaded and hung up the masses of it.
?Yup. It?s great, thanks. Once we get done, is it OK if I set up my computer?? Ann asked politely, but with a whining tone.
Andrew laughed once more. ?Of course, Ann.? He came upon the dress. ?Hmm, where should we put this??
?How about in its own little corner in the closet. Wait a minute, when will I actually wear it?? Ann?s question received a long, tense silence.
?Well, my parents go to quite a few parties, but you are right, I don?t know when you?ll actually have to wear it.? Andrew sat down, still holding the dress. ?I suppose you could wear it when my parents arrive, it would make you look civil. But, they might think that you were trying to hard to impress them and get the idea that you?re just here because I?m rich. Though, that is obviously not the case. Well, it may be part of it, but that?s doubtful.?
?I think that I will wear it for your parents. If they come to the conclusion that I?m just here because you?re rich, I will tell them that is not so and give reasoning behind it. I think that the dress is beautiful and I love it. I think that it suits me quite well.? Ann nodded defiantly. ?If you?re parents still don?t like me, so be it. I cannot control their reaction to someone like me. But you are right; it will make me look civil. So will the rest of the outfits you bought me.?
?Then it?s settled, you?ll wear the dress for my parents in order for them to get the false impression that you?re civil.? Andrew put his pointer finger up as though he were making a scientific discovery.
?Right, they?ll? Hey! Wait a minute you little? annoying? uh, person!? Andrew ran off down the hall, as they were done hanging things up. ?Get over here! I?ll show you how civilized I am!? Ann ran after him waving her fist. ?Come back here and face me like a man! Chicken! Baka! Andrew!?
?Oh dear, those two! They will make quite a pair. And lucky me-I have to live with them!? Isabelle shook her head and shut the closet door. She then took out Ann?s new notebook and placed it on the desk next to the bed. ?She?ll work on it later, I guess.?
Ann chased Andrew around the house for about forty minutes, when he collapsed laughing on a sofa.
?All right, all right, I give up! You win. Though, it?s not very civilized to chase your host around the house.? He grinned evilly.
?And you?re thinking I care? Who said you?re my host? You?re my landlord now! Fwhahaha!!!? They both laughed at Ann?s presumption and her fake laugh.
?Oh, really? I thought I was your friend.?
?That, too.?
?Why don?t I pretend you?re my sister so that I can drive you completely insane??
?Fine by me, but that would make you my brother, so I am allowed to drive you equally insane!?
?Deal.? They shook on it.
?How old are you??
?Fifteen.?
?Me, too.?
?When were you born? I mean, when?s your birthday??
?August 8, 155.?
?April 10, 155.?
?Damn!?
?Ha! I?m older than you!?
?Fine then, now I get to call you Oniisan!?
?That would make you Imouto!?
?Oi, baka!?
?Iie, Imouto. Anata no baka!?
?Shimatta??
?Tsk, tsk. Bad Imouto.?
?Tsk, tsk to you too, Oniisan!?
?Great, now we get to confuse Isabelle even more!?
?You?re actually happy about his!? She?s your maid!?
?Yours, too, Imouto.?
?Sure, sure. Well, I should probably set up my computer now. I have quite a few things that I?d like to put on it.?
?OK. See you at supper.?
?Yup.?
With that, Ann walked up to her room and left Andrew to contemplate what exactly had just happened.
?Once to her room, Ann found the notebook on the table and opened it. Isabelle had already plugged it in to the Internet and a permanent power source. The set-up screen flashed on almost immediately. Fast, Ann thought, I think I?m gonna like this thing. She started the set-up of her brand new computer. *
Users: Anrui Lethenanashi Password: *******
*empty*
*empty*
*empty*
Programs: Word-loaded
TextMate-loaded
Soryu 0.7-loaded
Ortel-loaded
Lazerlight Uplink-loaded
Free Program Space: 99.7% Free
Extra Systems Loaded: 2 named, 78 unnamed
User Files: *empty*
Free Computer Space: 99.87946%
?Done with the set-up process.? Ann mumbled and logged on. ?I think I need to add a few more programs, but I?ll work with what I have for now. Can?t bog Andrew down with needs, now can I?? She laughed. ?That wouldn?t be very nice.? Ann looked at the pitifully empty screen. ?Definitely in need of more systems.? She clicked on ?start? and located ?Word?. Once the screen came on, she began to type. This was her new diary.
Ann typed for about four hours, adding file after file to her notebooks database. She removed herself only when she heard the clock chime six.
?Well, I was wondering if you were still alive up there, Imouto.? Andrew laughed as she came down the stairs.
?Yeah, I was typing. I think I need some more programs?? She slumped down in the chair. ?Oi, I need a nap.?
?Well, Ann, you can take one after you have your nightly shower.? Isabelle smiled politely. ?Maybe you should just go to bed, then.?
?I think I will. A good shower?ll put me right to sleep. ?Specially a hot one!? Ann yawned. ?Gomen. I know it?s not very polite to yawn at the dinner table.?
?Well, you need to be rested when Master Yuy and Mistress Lournevier are here. They don?t like bad manners. The Mistress particularly.? Isabelle wagged her finger potently.
?Will do.? Ann gave her the thumbs up. After dinner, Ann went upstairs, took a shower, put on another beautiful nightgown and went straight to bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Things continued in a normal pattern for the rest of the week. But there was quite a bit of stress in the air on the day of Andrew?s parents? arrival. Ann woke up late, Andrew spilled juice on his suit and Isabelle was forced to run all over the place helping everyone. Master Yuy and Mistress Lournevier were due to arrive at 2:30 and it was currently noon. They were just done eating lunch.
?Isabelle, help!? Ann shrieked from her room. ?I just can?t get this damn dress straight! Ooh!?
?Coming, Ann!?
?Isabelle! Is the soup ready yet??
?Yes, Master Andrew!?
?Isabelle! I need your help in the kitchen!?
?All right, Louis, I?ll be there as soon as I help Ann!?
?I need your help now!?
?All right, as long as it will only take a minute!?
?I need you to test this pie!?
?Coming!?
?Isabelle! Help!?
?Hold on for a minute!?
?I can?t stand in this position much longer!?
?Isabelle! Are the placemats out??
?Yes, Master Andrew!?
?Isabelle, test this!?
?Coming!?
?Isabelle, help!?
?Coming!?
?Isabelle! We need the purple napkins!?
?OK!?
?Isabelle!?
?Isabelle!?
?Isabelle!?
?ALL RIGHT!? Isabelle finally screamed. ?I give up! If you?re trying to confuse the shit out of me, it worked!?
?Oops, sorry!?
?My apologies!?
?Gomen nasai!?
?Fine.? Isabelle slumped down on a couch.
?I?m sure we can decorate after the food?s ready.? Andrew walked in and sat next to her.
?You can test the food later, as well. We?ll just test it all at once.? Louis joined them.
?Uh, sorry to ruin the mood, but I?m stuck! I?m not walking down there half naked! Somebody! Anybody! Wait, I take that back! Anybody female!? Ann shrieked from upstairs.
Andrew, Louis, and Isabelle laughed. ?Comin? Ann!?
When Isabelle found the girl she almost exploded from laughter. ?My dear lord! How did you wind up like this??
?I don?t know!? Ann had wound up upside down, hanging from her bed, wrapped tightly in the sleeves and skirt of her dress. ?I don?t want to either!?
?Well, here. I believe you need more help than anyone!? Isabelle tried, and failed, to contain her laughter. Once Ann was straightened out, Isabelle helped her with the dress and her hair. The hair thing wasn?t going so well?
?Oh, hold still, Ann!? Isabelle tried to steady the girl.
?Itai! Is it supposed to hurt that badly?? Ann yelped.
?No! An it wouldn?t hurt if you stood still!?
?I can?t help it! I?m nervous!?
?I would be too, but I?ve met Master Yuy before. Trust me, he?s a nice man. You have no need to be afraid of him.?
?You?re probably right, Isabelle. I?ll try to calm down, it?ll be difficult though.? Ann winced.
?Good, that way you won?t be bald by the time he gets here.? They both laughed. A well needed stress relief.
Once they were done with Ann?s hair and makeup, which had also been a disaster, it was ten past two.
?Oh, dear.? Isabelle mused. ?I?ve only got twenty minutes to test the food and then set up.? She bolted down the stairs and hurriedly tested all of the foods they were going to serve to their guests. Once she had given everything the A-OK, Isabelle quickly put out the dishes of food and the spices to go with them, when she was done it was exactly two-thirty. ?Looks like we made it just in time.? Isabelle sighed.
?Barely.? Louis pulled a curtain aside and pointed out the limousine in the driveway.
?Geez!? Ann shrieked. ?That?s one huge car! It?s bigger?n yours Andrew!?
Andrew laughed. ?Of course it is. That?s my father?s car. It?s bound to be bigger?n mine, Imouto.?
?Well then, Oniisan, it looks like you aren?t the richest one here.? Ann stuck her nose up in the air in mock snobbery.
?Iie that would be you, Imouto.? Andrew laughed at Ann?s indignant features after his remark.
?There at the door!? Isabelle shrieked as the doorbell rang. ?Though why they ring the bell is beyond me!?
?Oh, Oniisan! Are they going to hate me?? Ann?s panic was manifested on her face.
?No, no. They?ll love you! You?re a great person! Just don?t tell them you?re rich and famous. They?ll figure out who you are. They both know everything that?s happened in the past eighty years!?
?Great!? Ann slumped down in a chair. ?Then they?ll recognize me for God?s sake!?
Andrew turned to look at her. ?Why??
?Because I look exactly like my mother!? She almost started crying.
?How have you been, Mistress?? Isabelle?s remark cut everyone short and Ann bolted to her feet.
?Just fine, thank you Isabelle.? A very refined voice answered.
?And you Master??
?Wonderful! But I?ll be better if I can find Andrew!? He laughed and Ann gulped.
Isabelle smartly remarked on the situation. ?Hmm, we have a nice little surprise for you, Master Yuy. I think you will enjoy it!?
?Oh, really?? They turned around the corner and Ann was the first thing Andrew?s father saw. ?Is she it??
?Ahh, yes sir!? Isabelle blushed. Ann had turned her eyes, and her face, to the floor. ?Look up and introduce yourself, dear.? Isabelle sounded older than she really was.
Ann looked up, hoping they wouldn?t recognize her. ?I am Anrui Lethenanashi, it?s a pleaser to meet you both.? She smiled widely, sadly, and much too unconvincingly.
?Ann?!? The two newcomers practically shouted at the same time. So much for not recognizing her.
^^^^^^^
Didn't follow that up very well. You'll see. (See, I think my own story sucks...that's rather pathetic, non?)