Author’s Note: This one… completely random dream I had. Sorry, this is basically the only reason you will find new stories from me. This one is kinda whoa! My brother’s razr phone has a smiley face on it!

The Cruise

“Hey, Seiji-kun.” He looked up at Kiri.

“You know, you should call me Dad. Or Master. Becuz I OWN you in hair-cutting! (A/N: ok, that didn’t really happen)

“Whatever, Seiji-kun.” Her dad glared at her. “Fine, daD. (A/N: she actually said it backwards, but nobody but me will know) I got a new summer job, so I’m not going to be here for two weeks.”

“Why? What’s the job?” Kiri’s daD asked.

“It’s a job on a cruise ship.”

“Wow, our daughter is actually showing interest in something! MUST. EMAIL. EMI-SAN!” he said as he skipped out of the room.

“…”

-The Next Day-

“Kanako, are you ready?” Kiri asked.

“Um… I think so. It could be fun, Kiri-chan!”

They stepped on the huge cruise ship which had a name painted in gold on the side: NA U I. Well, two letters were missing, but you get the point, right?

-On The Ship-

Kiri and Kanako had jobs as cleaners on the ship, so at the moment, Kiri was lazily sweeping and re-sweeping the same corner of the ballroom over and over. (A/N: and over and over and over… -still repeating and over and over and over- on with the story) Kanako was busy getting seasick on the tip of the poopdeck. (A/N: heh, heh! You can’t tell which I’m laughing at, huh? The puke or the other?!)

At that moment, some pretty boy wearing glasses holding a laptop (A/N: hmm…) walked into the room. Kanako looked up from blowing chunks out into the ocean for the fishies to swim in (A/N: who cares, right? They live in their own wastes. Let’s just pollute the sea water even more. Blah blah, still rambling on about Kanako upchucking -Random passerby: sorry, she is a serious natury tree-hugger. –points at person currently glomping tree trunk-) and met eyes with the boy.

“Are you alright?” he asked. (A/N: I made him nicer.) Man, I wish Koshiba-san had fallen, so I could be holding her instead of Aoyama-san. She faints all the time; it’s nothing new.

“Ochiai-senpai! You… and… huh?” then she fainted and landed right smack in his arms. That caught the attention of a couple of girls nearby. (A/N: Now they’re all glaring, but who cares?) Occhi shook her awake and repeated (A/N: and over and over and over…) his question. But before she could answer,

“Get back to work!” the cruise manager yelled. Kiri and Kanako relocated to the back of the ballroom to mop the floor.

-A Little Later-

SNAP. A mop stick broke. “…” Kiri’s mop died. (A/N: don’t worry, it didn’t suffer, and now its in a better place.) Then, the same group of girls from before showed up. They glared at Kanako.

“Why did they follow us, Kiri-chan?” Kanako whispered to Kiri. (A/N: Kanako’s face was like this OOll) Kiri shrugged.

Actually, they followed Kiri, not Kanako. I guess they found Kiri’s personality… refreshing…? “Would you like us to get some rags to wipe the floor instead, X?” Nope, just social climbers from school whom they have never met.

“No, I would much rather sweep like this.”Kiri started swinging the mop around by holding the head of the stringy mop thing.

“Oh! LOL! (A/N: I personally think it’s annoying if people actually SAY that out loud in a conversation. I mean, instead of really laughing, you say more words, like oh SSLPSL –sneeze so loud people start laughing… oh, my bad I mean sneeze so loud people start LOL-) You’re so funny, X! Let’s get some rags and help, girls.” And they got the rags in a matter of nano-seconds.

Suddenly, a guy wearing a pristine white tux (A/N: or tuxe…?) walked up to the group of cleaners. (A/N: yes, the social climbers included.) He had brown hair and brown eyes. (A/N: hmm…)

The guy’s name was… (pausing for dramatic effect…) dun dun DUNNN! (delaying for added suspense) And his name is… (another pause)

Ryouichi Matsuyama!! (A/N: bet y’all thought it was Naru-Naru… be honest)

“Ladies, I do not wish to be rude, but tonight is family game night, and the guests are about to arrive, so could you please move to the room next door to clean?” (A/N: yeah, SO not rude. Just shooing them away and banishing them to another room because he doesn’t want them to be seen.) the white tux guy said.

“Oh… uh… ok.” The awestruck girls said. (A/N: not Kiri and Kanako) Their hunk-of-man meters were going off and blaring like crazy. (A/N: hunk? Where would the rest of him be?)

“Thank you,” the guy said. Then he left.

Well, right after he left, rich people who could afford to go on cruises every month filed in. With no chance of leaving and no other place to find refuge, the clean-up crew of five girls had to hide behind a huge china cabinet. (A/N: about the size of two rooms in my house combined. Yea, so now you see how filthy stinking rich the people on this cruise are. –Has grudge against rich people, because this author is only lower middle class-) (A/N: fight the rich people! –behind BP LUVR13 is huge crowd of commoners-)

“Deet!” Kanako umm… (A/N: I don’t know what making that kind of sound is called) Yea, so she CRIYELSQWEAMED! (A/N: Ahahahahaha! XD Ha! I smeckledorfed you! Random passerby: I‘m sorry, this story is currently having difficulties right now… the writer has gone off the deep end) So, she deeted. She deeted, because a fluffy little dog started nuzzling her leg.

“Prince!”

End of first chapter.

OOH! I have a cliffhanger! I … think. Oh well. You can review if you want. I guess it would be nice if you did. (: I just wrote this as a random little story to make my little -Author has written 1 story for Beauty Pop- thing go to two, because one is lonely and two is company while three is a crowd.