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As night approached, the twins felt like it took forever to get there. Earlier that day, they had been training non-stop for the local competition. Actually, they had to take breaks for lunch, dinner, and the occasional potty breaks, but pretty much they had trained for the most part. They didn't understand why their sensei wanted them to be the best. At their age, they were unusually talented and gifted. Why would they want to spend so much time working out when they could lead a normal life? Well, that was normal for them.

Looking out onto the western horizon, Hikari noticed an unusual amount of clouds sailing through the evening sky. During this time of year, it was not unusual for them to have rain; however, the amount of dark clouds this time was unusual. He stared at the phenomenon for a moment before turning away from the window and hopping off the sill to find his older twin brother.

Kurai was usually still training at this hour. He never knew when to quit, and this worried Hikari. Even with their harsh training regiment, his older brother wanted to keep going. He never did understand why Kurai insisted on training harder than him. Maybe it had something to do with being the older brother and wanting to protect younger siblings.

Hikari shrugged and wandered to find him.

A few hours later, Hikari had managed to find Kurai and convince him to rest his muscles. If he kept going, then he would need to take a longer break tomorrow, and the thought didn't sit too well with the older twin.

Since the house didn't have many rooms, the twins had to share their room. Their younger siblings shared rooms too, two boys and two girls. Their family was quite large though not as large as their parents' families. Now, those were huge.

Setting down in his bed, Hikari slowly started to drift off to sleep when he heard a loud sound. Startled, he nearly fell off his bed in fright. Unlike his older brother, he tended to be a light sleeper. The slightest noise woke him. At first he hated it, but then he saw the benefits that came from it. For one, he would be the first one to react. Second, it gave the others a chance to either get out of the house or prepare to face off against an intruder.

This time, it happened to be lightning and a lot of it.

So that was what the clouds were doing.

At the sound of another thunder, Hikari jumped and immediately pounced on Kurai's bed as he heard the power go out. It made a creepy sound, and he hated it. He wanted to go underneath the covers of his twin's bed even though they were teenagers.

"What?" Kurai said sleepily. He looked over to their clock, only to find it blank. "Power outage." To confirm his suspicion, he attempted to turn on the light and found himself in total darkness.

"I'm scared," Hikari whimpered, trying to get as close to Kurai without making him irritated. He shouldn't be going to his older brother whenever he was scared especially if it was something silly.

Kurai sighed. It was this way with rabbits and now thunder? Being the older brother he was, he lifted his sheets, showing that he wasn't mad.

Hikari smiled, happy that some things stay the same no matter what age they were.

Oh, this is a great idea. Accepted!

...fifteen minutes up! Dang, I didn't even get to the haunted part. :/ I though I could write faster than that.

Next prompt: BUST DOWN THE DOOR AND EAT ALL THE CHICKENS

He snickered evilly.
Actually, to tell the truth it was more of a snort and a bark, and, seeing as canines aren't renowned for their laughing skills, it was hardly distinguishable from his sneezes.

He sighed, this time the sound coming out right.

It wasn't exactly the easiest job, being a fox who liked eating chickens and causing farmers grief. His cousin Mr. Fox had had it so much easier; putrid people were easier to allay consciences with.

Sniffing, the fox with rather complicated thought processes paced along the ridge running behind several farms.
The sun was setting and casting red light and long shadows over the countryside. It was rather idyllic, with the calming sounds of crickets chirping away the last of the sun, a slight breeze rustling the leaves of trees and a river trickling in the distance.

It didn't feel right, setting out to rob a chicken house on an evening as good as this.

The fox shook himself, dander catching the light as it rose from his fur.
He had a job to do. He was to find a chicken house and get his next meal. His stomach was near to rumbling after all and in just a minute...

c**k-a-doodle-doo!

An itinerant rooster called and soon set off a couple other roosters on nearby farms.

The fox's ears twitched picking up on the one closest to him. Yes, just along this ridge and to the left...
He set off, jogging lightly, thoughts pushed to a small corner of his mind as he set about getting dinner.
Ducking under a blackberry bush, he wriggled into the farmyard where the chicken house was. They were squawking and clucking; a chaotic scene with hens stalking forwards and backwards, here and there with no organisation.

The fox snatched forward from behind the well, scaring most of them away but nabbing a particularly clueless hen by the neck before scampering back under the blackberry hedge.

"Oh Lord, I thank thee for my supper" The fox cast his eyes towards the rising moon, dead chicken in his jaws and decided that maybe it didn't weight too heavily on his conscience.

I accept this challenge.

That was a challenge. I had been interrupted towards the end, which explains the crappy ending. As I was into the story, I was interrupted, and it's hard to get back into the swing of writing especially in a time crunch.

Next prompt is female-female relationship.

The chair is cold and hard, digging into my spine and upper thighs. A screaming child has been placed beside me, snot running down its crumpled and red face, smearing the dirt and grime into a monochrome hell on its cheeks. An excruciatingly loud wail makes the hairs on the back of my neck tingle and prickle.

The air is cool and neutral, the hum of the airport like a thousand bees in my poor, ringing ears. I'm so glad I'm not a mother. With a small sigh I pick up my hand bag, made from different coloured spandex found in the bottom of my cupboard and sewn together with white thread and head over to the small Starbucks in the corner. It's the third time I've been there today, and the woman behind the counter flashes me a rueful grin. I force my muscles into the appropriate responce and ask for another expresso to go.

As I reach for my coffee, she pats my hand and smiles.

"I'm sure who ever you're waiting for is just fine. Planes are late all the time."

I smile and nod, but my mind is whirring. It's not the actuall plane that's late. I sip the burning liquid, glad for something to ocupy my hands with and sigh, scanning and re-scanning the arrivals and departments board. I can't concentrate on the long strings of letters and numbers.

I reach for my cell phone, trendy yet useless now and flip up the lid, speed dialing and pressing it to my ear. The all too familiar beep beep beep of a turned off phone at the other end greets me. I resist the temptation to scream like the child.

Another woman in a gaudy red dress swans by, man hanging off her arm like a scarf. Everyone's so weak or glittery now. I can't help but think that something needs to change in the world. Like mobiles never being off. My hand is running through my black hair again, tugging at minute knots at the nape of my neck, fingers brushing strands off my shoulders.

They brush a small bruise on my collar bone and the flash of pain makes me smile. That bruise has been there for two weeks now. Two weeks since I was last sitting here, but waving off a plane instead of waiting for one.

A loud beep tells me another flight from Japan is back, and I leap to my feet and hurry over to the terminal. Once there, my feet and fingers being to dance with worry and tention, making the man next to me scowl. Three teens with signs in badly written english are waiting for their guests. After a few minutes, people with small amounts of luggage begin to trickle out, followed by a flow of people with trollys and more screaming children at their heels. Then come the old and sick, disabled and those in no hurry. I'm the only one left waiting.

Tears sting my eyes as the stupid pattern of the floor swings in and out of focus, colours dancing sharply infront of me. I really don't want to cry infront of everyone, but I fear I will until a hand is placed on my shoulder.

"Hey, you. What's up, doc?"

My head snaps up and relief, anger and happiness crash through me as I launch myself into surprised arms.

"You're here!"

"Of course I am, silly. I just missed a flight, that's all. Don't cry, it's nothing that big!"

I sniff, agree and grab her hand, pressing a quick, tearful kiss against her lips.

"Don't ever make me wait again."

She chuckles.

"Got'cha."

Accepted. Starting at 10:10.