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Sakura returned from school carrying enough groceries to feed the entire homeless population of New York City for a day. She'd been told by her mother to fill the refridgerator for her guest, as it appeared she'd eaten the entire contents of her tent the night before. She'd also been warned by Ellis in school that their might be a "few extra" coming. Hence, the owner of the supermarket was able to close shop early for the week and go off to London.
When she got there, she noticed the new holes in the walls and roof. She wondered how such a thing could have happened - she could only think of her one guest, Mihoshi, and she seemed to lack the strength to break through wood absentmindedly. She looked at the family dog, playing with a small pig in the yard. The pig had to be someone's pet - there was no way it got that yellow polka-dot bandana on its own. Ironically, it seemed to be avoiding any water, looking at her as if she would see something.
Her kid brother was inside, playing video games. Once every so often, a hammer or spatula would fly over his head, but he was concentrating so hard on the game that he didn't notice the projectiles overhead.
Sakura then hit her mental rewind button and thought, for a fleeting second, the reasons why there might be projectiles flying over her brother's head. And, for that matter, why there were so many hammers and spatulas in the vicinity.
Every fanfic author has dreams of meeting the character he or she writes about. That's what often gets them into this sort of thing, as I stated earlier in the Chapter 1 disclaimer. Their imaginations become stories, and those stories become stuff like what you're reading right now.
Sakura had read manga about hammers and spatulas. She had no such dreams. Sure, it'd be interesting and funny, and she might even perhaps meet a good opponent to spar with (though not as good as Ryu).
To be quite frank, this sort of thing worried her. She went inside in hopes of it being just an illusion, or something weird going on.
It was the something weird going on, yes, but she'd been hoping for one not involving these guys in her house all of a sudden.
Sakura wasn't all too ladylike in the first place, so what came out of her mouth next was not surprising. However, that did not make it any more printable.
Oh Mi-ho-shiii...Where are youuu...
