Yukiko: Hi to all those Last Remnant lovers out there! I'm back with a new story Remember Me. Sorry for not updating my other Last Remnant stories because... I kind got writer's block for them... sorry! Anyways! Here's Remember Me.
DISCLAIMER: YUKIKO DOES NOT OWN THE LAST REMNANT OR REMEMBER ME THE BOOK! THOSE BELONG TO SQUARE ENIX AND CHERYL LANHAM!
WARNING: THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF THE LAST REMNANT! DO NOT EXPECT MAGIC, WARS, AND REMNANTS IN THIS STORY (except for a few things like places, items, names... etc.) ! AND THIS IS A DAVID AND RUSH PAIRING! WATCH OUT, DAVID MAYBE A LITTLE (A LOT) OUT OF CHARACTER! Just a heads up!
Journal Entry 14:
My life is over and I might as well be dead. They gave me three hundred hours, three hundred, can you believe it, of community service. How uncalled for. Terrorists and murderers don't get that many hours... however, that lousy, old coot of a judge hated me. He wouldn't even let me say my side of the story. He said he was sick and tired of spoiled rich kids treating the city like it was their personal playground and he was going to make an example of me. Those were his exact words. Goodness, you'd think I stole the Gae Bolg statue instead of one pair of shoes! I tried explaining myself that it was all a prank to him. I planned on paying for them, but no, he wouldn't listen. On top of that, my uncle and aunt took away my driver's license. I can't use my car now. I have never stolen anything in my entire life, and the one time I do, I get caught. It can't get any more worse than this.
A shrill ring sliced through the air. David placed his pen down onto his desk and snatched up his phone before it could ring a second time. Considering the way his lucky was running lately, if his relatives remembered that he even have his phone, they'd take that away too.
"Hey! David! How'd it go?" his only cousin, Emmy, asked. Emmy was currently out of the country studying about ancient artifacts of the early Pre-Marion Era. The two of them were inseparable in their childhood years, but when Emmy received an opportunity to study abroad, she immediately took it.
"Horrible." David pushed a lock of his blond hair out of his eyes. "The judge hated me. He wouldn't even listen to my side of the story."
"He?"
"Yes. It was a man. But he wasn't very calm and collected, more like an old bat that lost his dentures." David sighed. Telling the next part wasn't going to be easy, Emmy might be his favorite and only cousin, but David was fairly certain he was going to get an earful from her.
"Well," Emmy asked impatiently. "Tell me. What'd they do to you? Put you on probation?"
David let out a chuckle, "I wish." David frowned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "they sentenced me to three hundred hours of community service."
Emmy was silent before, "Community service? But that's crazy! That was your first offense... it was a prank wasn't it?"
David ran his hand through his locks, "Try telling that to the judge." But he was grateful for his cousin's bold confidence. As David stood in the courtroom, he thought he could just die on the spot. Absolutely the worst experience of his life.
"Goodness, three hundred hours? What about your role as the school's class president? The senior graduation committee? What about your social life?"
"According to Judge Wilfred Hermeien, I don't need one." David let out a shaky breath, "and they're going to make sure I don't get one."
Emmy cursed quietly onto the speaker, "Man David, this is your senior year. The one year in high school you can actually have a good time."
David sighed, "Well, I won't be having any fun. We met with the probation officer right after the hearing. It looks like I'm going to spend my free time emptying bedpans, pushing wheelchairs, or helping old people find their teeth."
Emmy was silent for a moment, "I didn't need to know that. Well, it could have been much worse."
David raised a fine eyebrow, "Really? How so?"
"Well, it's way better than picking up trash on the streets. Remember, that one neighbor we had a few years back? He got arrested for drunk driving."
"But I didn't do anything as bad as that. That man nearly killed someone."
Emmy sighed, "True, but you did get caught. Try looking it on the bright side, it's a community hospital, you may never know. you might meet some really hot interns there."
David felt his face burn up, "No such luck. I got stuck working at a nursing home called Xiphos House. I have to start tomorrow."
David heard something in the background through Emmy's end, "Can't my dad help, he is a lawyer."
"No, remember your dad is a corporate lawyer."
Emmy, again, let out another sigh, "You may never know, maybe working at a nursing home won't be so bad as you may think."
David heard Emmy's mother call him down, David said his goodbye to his cousin before heading down, "Yes Aunt Emma?"
Emma was a tall, attractive, despite her age, blonde dressed in a forest green suit and discreet gold earrings, "I have a meeting tonight. I'll be heading to Elysion. There is some left overs in the kitchen, help yourself and make sure you get into bed early, you're starting your community service tomorrow."
David nodded, "What about Uncle Torgal?"
"He's starying late. He'll get something to eat at the office. I'll be back by tomorrow, oh, your uncle told me to remind you that you'll not be taking your car to the nursing home."
David was on his way to the kitchen when he stopped on his tracks, "What? then how am I suppose to get there?"
"The bus," Emma said bluntly.
David's eyes widen in horror.
The next day, David made his way up the steps of Xiphos House after his experience of riding the public bus for the first time in his entire life. When he reached the see through doors, David noticed a small sign that says, 'Please Ring'. He rang the bell and waited.
And waited.
David pressed the small button again and an elder man answered the door, his eyes were big that had so much knowledge in them, "Can I help you?"
David gulped, "I'm David Nassau. I've been assigned here..."
"For community service," the man finished, "You are late. I've been expected you ten minutes ago. Follow me."
David followed him inside. The floors were polished oak. Directly ahead of him was a high mahogany counter that served as a reception desk. to his left was a bird cage like door, which David thought it was the elevator. There was nothing about the place that looked at all like he'd imagined a nursing home would look.
"I am Pagus, the director of Xiphos House. Call me Dr. Pagus if you please."
They entered a small, cozy office which happens to be Dr. Pagus's office. Dr. Pagus pulled out a manila folder with David's name on it before motioning the blond to sit in front of the desk,
"Alright, the PO called me this morning and gave me your particulars. You've got to do three hundred hours, right?"
David nodded, "That is correct."
"And I assume you want to get rid of them as soon as possible?"
"Yes."
"Good." Dr. Pagus let out a small smile, "We could use the extra help, we're always shorthanded. Tell me David, what did you get in trouble for?"
David looked down to his lap, "Shoplifting, but that is unfair, I'm not a thief."
"Sure you are and not a very good one either, but do not worry, we're not going to string you up or tar and feather you just because someone's chocolate bar has gone missing. Just go you're work properly and we'll get along just fine."
David felt a little angry at the doctor's remark, but he held his ground to not snap back.
Dr. Pagus pulled out a notebook, "Let's work out your schedule first. Let's see, Sundays are taken care of, we've got someone working then."
the small doctor peered up at David, "What time do you get out of school?"
"Two-thirty."
"Then, Monday through Thursday you can do a three-thirty to six, Fridays till five-thirty, and a full eight hours on Saturdays... that is twenty hours a week... that should leave you with Sundays and evenings for your studies."
David's heart sank, he wouldn't have time to do anything for pleasure. all he'd be doing all week is get a quick dinner and get straight into homework. Oh, how he wished Emmy was here with him.
"Alright."
"And do not be late again, our patients need to know that they can rely on people to be there when they're supposed to be."
Dr. Pagus looked at the clock on the wall, "Come along, we're behind schedule. I'll give you a tour of the place and get you started. Just leave your backpack in the employees lounge next door."
Dr. Pagus took him to the kitchen first. A middle height, dark skinned lady wearing a housedress and a white cook apron was peeling vegetables at the sink.
"Miss Charlotte, I'd like you to meet David Nassau, he will be working here for the next few months."
The said lady stopped with her work and wiped her hands with a towel, "I'm pleased to meet you."
David flashed her one of his sincere smiles, "Pleased to meet you as well."
"Dinner is served at six-thirty, one of your duties before you leave for the day is to help Miss Charlotte get the trays up to the patients that want to eat in their rooms."
David raised an eyebrow, "Does that mean that some patients eat in the dining room?"
Dr. Pagus looked up at him, "Yes, but only if they're up for the task."
David nodded slowly in understanding, "What other jobs will I be doing here?"
"It may vary. Today I just want you to fold towels and sheets. Our laundry boy didn't show up today." They headed for the door that lead from the kitchen to the huge utility.
Folding linen did not sound to bad to David. After the tour of the facility, David noticed that the entire building was lacking something, and that were the patients themselves.
"Dr. Pagus, if you don't mind me asking, where are the patients?" David asked as they ascended up the stairs.
"Some of them are resting in their rooms and others are out in the neighborhood."
David had a confused expression on his face, "Out?"
The small doctor turned the corner, "Yes. David, this is not a prison. If they are able to, some of the patients go out shopping or go over to the library across the street."
David dropped his gaze, "I'm sorry, but I did not realize that nursing homes were so flexible with their patients."
Dr. Pagus stopped walking and David nearly walked into him, the small doctor turned and looked at Blond with a disbelief look on his face, "Nursing home? This is not a nursing home."
David was clearly confused, "When what is it?"
"It's a hospice. Ill people come here to die."
Yukiko: AND DONE! Poor David, it's sad that he gets 300 hours of community service but at a Hospice!
David: I can't believe you, first you make me go through hell in your other stories and now you put me in a Hospice? I'd rather face piles and piles of paperwork rather than be in this story.
Yukiko: Really David? Do you really want to work on paperwork?
David: ... no.
Yukiko: Then alright! DEAL WITH THIS STORY! And please REVIEW!
~Yukiko Shiroryuu~