A/N: This will be a multi-chapter story, just 'cause this is so much fun to write! I hope you all like it!
Now, on with the story!
Chapter 1-Mary-Sue
10:08 pm, Tokyo, Japan
Kurama was on the phone with his friend, Sam, who was an average looking girl of 15. She had chin length hair that had been recently been dyed Light Natural Auburn, but before that, it had been a chocolaty, Mousey colored Brown, and Steely Blue-Grey eyes. She was also slim, but not unnaturally so. She actually weight in at 133pds, a weight most girls hated.
"That foreign exchange girl will be here tomorrow. What was her name again? Jane?" Kurama said, sighing. "Why did mom do this to me?"
"No, her name is Mary-Sue. And you're asking the wrong person. I'm a rebel, remember?" Sam replied, shaking her head. "Just her name makes me shiver. You don't think it's another one of those weird girls, do you?"
"Who knows. Anyway, wanna go with me to the airport to pick up this girl?"
"Sure, why not. Can I wear my bondage pants?"
"Err…. I don't think mom would like that much."
"Fine. I'll just wear my black plaid mini and a tank-top or something like that."
"That's better."
"I'll be over tomorrow than."
"In good time, Lass."
"In good time, Knave."
Kurama laughed as he hung up. She'd been calling him a Knave since they'd started learning about Shakespeare in their Literature class.
He quickly changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed, slipping into dream land. Little did he know, a new horror would begin the very next day.
(The Next Day)
Kurama, Sam, and Kuramas mom, Shiori, all stood at the airport terminal, waiting for the new exchange student to arrive.
Kurama was dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His long red hair hung over his shoulders. Despite his mothers wishes, he'd worn his hair long for a few years now.
Sam's outfit was drastically different. She wore a Black Tank-top, Black plaid mini skirt, Black tights, and a pair of Black Combat Boots. She also had one Blue stud in each ear. Both Shiori and Kurama were used to her manner of dress, seeing how Sam and Kurama had been friends for quite a while.
"She should be here any minute," Shiori said, looking at her watch.
"Excuse me," A voice said behind them. "Are you Mrs. Minnamino?" The voice was of the perfect timbre and pitch, melodic and crystal clear like a mountain spring.
They all turned around and saw Mary-Sue standing there. She had Brown-no Blonde-no Silver hair, Grey-no Red-no Green eyes and was short-no tall.
Sam and Kurama looked at each other, and Sam gave him a look that screamed 'NOT THIS AGAIN!'
This was the Five-Billionth Sue that they had dealt with in the past three years. Most had been easy to get rid of. All they had to do was say that Kurama and Hiei were together, and the young Sue's ran away screaming 'GOD DON'T PUNISH ME!'
"Hello," Shiori said. "You must be Mary-Sue. I'm Shiori, and these fine young kids are my son and one of his friends." She had instantly been bewildered by the young Sue.
"Kurama and Sam, if I'm not mistaken?" She said, blinking innocently.
Sam took a sip out of her cup, which held a potent amount of Straight Black Coffee. "How did you know?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, I know everything," She replied in the normal Sue manner. "Like Coffee is bad for you."
Sam rolled her eyes. "I know. That's why I drink it."
"Well, lets get going," Kurama said, sighing. It's gonna be a long year, he thought, sighing even more.
E-N-DA/N: So, what did you think? I know, not a very good chappie, and it's really short, but it'll get better, trust me. But tell me honestly, what did you think of Sam? Does she seem like a Mary-Sue, or does Mary-Sue sound like a Mary-Sue.
Well, R and R!
Hugs,
Kuramas Girl Angel