AN: The prompt given for this one was "H is for hold." Random silliness is random. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading! Much love! ALSO, it was brought to my attention that when this was uploaded, it was somehow stripped of all quotation marks and apostrophes. This has been fixed. Because I am a grammar whore like that.

Hold It

"It's a cemetery!" Tomo said dramatically, flinging out one hand to point to the scenery that lay across the street from the car; they had stopped at a red light. "A cemetery! A cemetery!"

"We get it," Yomi said flatly. "What's your point?" Meanwhile, Osaka and Chiyo looked on curiously, and Nyamo (who had been good enough to offer them a ride and was thus sitting in the driver's seat) smiled and said nothing, but merely listened.

"Don't you know anything?" Tomo said with all the imperial attitude of a queen addressing some lowly peon. "There are ghosts in cemeteries!"

"G-ghosts?" Chiyo gasped and clutched at Osaka's arm.

Osaka had gone about two shades paler. "Whaddya mean, ghosts?"

This time Tomo shook her head. "I mean that the spirits of the dead like to hang around in cemeteries. And if you're not careful, you could breathe one in." She nodded. "The only way to avoid breathing in a ghost is to hold your breath until you've passed the cemetery."

The light ahead changed to green, and Nyamo pressed the gas.

Chiyo let out a squawk and quickly inhaled, pursing her lips together and puffing out her cheeks to hold in a big breath of air. Osaka did more or less the same (but without so much puffing of the cheeks), and the two held onto each other. Tomo egged them on with cries of, "Hurry! Hurry!" before echoing them and taking a breath to hold herself.

Riding shotgun, Yomi rolled her eyes.

They went another block, placing them squarely in front of the cemetery—and then Nyamo stopped the car again as warning lights went on and a red and white striped arm lowered in front of the vehicle. "Uh-oh," the teacher said. "Looks like we've got to wait for a train.

The bug-eyed looks on the reddened faces of the three girls in the backseat was good enough that Yomi wished she had a camera. Her money was on Osaka giving up first. Then Chiyo, and Tomo…

Eh, Tomo would probably go until she blacked out, if only out of some misguided attempt to prove some ridiculous point. She just had to the best at everything. But at least it would be quiet for a while.