Barstool Sessions
Kaji Complains
A young man in his mid twenties entered a bar. He waved at a few
of the patrons as he made his way behind the bar. His black leather
duster flowed behind him as he walked.
The man removed his duster and hung it up in a back room and
returned to the bar. He wore a black Chinese silk shirt with a silver
dragon stitched around the neck, down the back, and across his chest.
The shirt was tucked into a pair of black slacks, which seemed to be
pressed perfectly.
The young man grabbed a towel and tossed it over his shoulder.
The edges of it just barely ruffled his deep auburn hair. His hair lay
down his back in a ponytail that reached past his shoulders.
"REILLY!" A loud commanding voice demanded.
The young man looked up at the voice. "Yeah? Oh hey boss. Am I
late?" He looked at his watch, it read 7:00PM Tokyo-3 time. "Nope I'm
on time."
An older man with slightly graying hair and beard shook his head.
"Ben. You're on time, but you missed that purple haired lady that
keeps asking about you."
Ben slammed his fist on the bar. "Damn. Again? That's the
third time this week. What's she want with me anyway?"
The older man shrugged. "No idea. But the next time you miss
her I'm sending her to your apartment. Understand? I'm not running a
dating service here, I'm running a bar."
Ben mocked each word the older man said. "Hai, hai. I
understand. I'll make sure to meet up with her, or you can send her
there. If you feel like it." He smirked as he took up a place behind
the bar. "She is kinda cute."
The older man shook his head. "American kids." He refilled a
man's mug with beer.
The night passed like most nights at McLeary's Tokyo-3. Patrons
came and went until closing time. At 2:00 each morning Ben was forced
to close down and run off anyone still around. Though Ben didn't mind
closing alone and running people off he did have a small problem with
the one person each night that just would not get the clue and leave. For some reason every night there seemed one person that would
just not leave. They usually sat at the bar and drank until they were
in a stupor, and when Ben had to remove them they always seemed to have
a story to tell him. And he would always listen and help as he could.
Tonight would be no different.
Ryouji Kaji. A Japanese man in his early to mid thirties with a
constantly unshaven face. He would always been seen in a blue dress
shirt, slacks, and a loose red tie. His flashy brown hair was pulled
back into a messy ponytail that seemed to fit him.
Kaji sat at the bar with a half empty bottle of Yebisu beer. Ben
knew it to be at least the fifth one that Kaji'd had since he came in
three hours ago. Kaji sat with his head in his hands, as he had most
of the night.
Ben sighed and walked upto Kaji. He tapped the man until he
looked up. Ben grinned at him. "Gomen-nasi sir. But I have to clean
up and well. You need to leave. You don't need to go home, but you
can't stay here."
Kaji smiled at the younger man's analogy to a pre-Second Impact
song. "Good choice in words kid." He slugged back some of the beer
and looked at Ben. "Hey kid. You ever been in love?"
Ben sighed as he fell into a barstool near Kaji. "Hai, I have
and not to long ago. I thought she was the one for me. But she seemed
to be the one for one of my best friends."
Kaji nodded. "I understand kid. I am in love right now.
Beautiful woman, she's smarter than most people give her credit for,
and though she doesn't act like it she's a wonderful person." He
smirked and looked to the young bartender. "And great in bed." He
laughed hoping to elicit a response from the younger man.
Ben smiled. "I bet." He turned and looked to the double agent.
"So sir. How may I be of service to you?"
Kaji smiled inwardly at being called sir. "If you have some time
I'd like to tell you a small story."
Ben looked at his watch, it read 2:30 AM Tokyo-3 time. "Aw what
the hell. Sure. If ya don't mind me cleaning up while I listen."
Kaji waved him off. "Go right ahead. I'd hate for your boss to
be upset with you because of me."
Ben smiled as he walked around the bar cleaning the tables. He
listened intently as Kaji told him about Misato. How he'd met her in
college and fallen in love with her. As Ben began putting the chairs
up Kaji told him of how he'd wanted to ask Misato to marry him, but
he'd been too afraid.
Ben nodded as he listened intently to the story. Kaji skipped
over his job with NERV and how he attained it. He did mention how he
reunited with Misato on the German Super-carrier. Kaji worked his way
through the off and on relationship the two had shared since his
arrival.
Ben meanwhile worked on sweeping the floor and wiping down the
bar. He nodded when needed and gave an "I understand" or "Uh-huh" when
needed. Kaji's story took most of the usual two hours it took Ben to
clean up.
Kaji ended his story with an account earlier that night. He
sighed and placed his head back in his hands. His beer had gone
untouched, but Ben left it just incase. "So that brings me to tonight.
It's over between us. I called her earlier and left her a message
saying that if I ever saw her again that I'd tell her what I'd been too
afraid to all those years ago. Now that I think back I should have
gone over there and told her to her face."
Ben placed his towel down. "What's going to happen tonight?"
Kaji sighed. "I guess there's no harm in telling you. I'm going
to die tonight. I know it. You don't be a spy this long and not know
when someone out to kill you."
Ben nodded. "Well look. I can't say I know you're gonna see
tomorrow. I won't even try to say you will. All I can say is that if
you survive this night, that you go see this Misato woman and you
pledge your undying love to her.
"You fall onto your knees, wrap your hands around hers, and beg
her to be your wife. I can see how when you say her name that you love
her. From the way you talk about her I can almost tell she loves you
too." Ben picked his bar towel up and smiled as he threw it onto his
shoulder.
Kaji looked up at the young man. "You really think so?" Ben
nodded. "Alright. I'll do it. Thank you." Kaji jumped up and shook
Ben's hand rapidly. If Ben hadn't been on the other side of the bar
Kaji might have hugged him. Kaji quickly regained his composure and
smiled. "Thanks again. Well I've kept you long enough I'll be going."
Ben grinned. "No problem. I do what I can to help. Hope things
work out for you Kaji."
Kaji nodded as he walked from the bar.
Ben threw Kaji's beer bottle away when something struck him.
"Misato. That's the name of the purple haired chick that's looking for
me." His shock wore off. "Nah, couldn't be the same one."
Ben tossed his dirty bar towel in a pile with other similar
towels. He poured himself a small shot of tequila and held it up.
"Here's to you Kaji." He downed the shot and slammed it on the bar.
Ben shook his head before washing the glass out and replacing it in the
pyramid of shot glasses kept behind the bar.
Ben gave the bar a single quick once over to make sure everything
was off and he was ready to close. He smiled and walked to the power
switch and turned it off. He slid his black duster on and walked out
of the bar as the neon sign reading McLeary's shimmered and went out.
*Chibi Dude Slayer does official author's jig*
TDS: *tosses CDS a cookie.* Thanks little dude.
CDS: *grins and eats the cookie* Mo profholeb.
TDS: *shakes head as a sweat drop appears* I can't count how many times I told him to chew than talk.
*looks to camera* Hi all! Been a while since I did anything.
But this kinda just struck me while I was doing homework one day. So I
wrote it down and this is the final copy of it. What do you think?
Well e-mail me and tell me.
I'll be making others. The next in the series is Misato. Then Gendo. After that Ben will be moving on to LA for a new set of guests. Don't ask, cuz I'm not telling.
CDS: Bastard won't even tell me!
TDS: *throws a brick at Chibi Dude Slayer* Shut. Up.
CDS: *gets hit by brick* *falls unconscious*
TDS: Much better. Now where was I? Oh yeah. Anyway. This is mostly
for my own enjoyment but I'd love if someone would tell me what they
think anyway. So e-mail me.
redrum124@bigfoot.com Go ahead I don't bite, much.
So well I'm outta here. I know; you're probably expecting me to
babble about the tragedy of September 11, 2001. Well I won't. It's
not worth dwelling over, it was bad but it happens all the time. So
all I will say is let's come together as a country and a world. Let's
all work together and help place useful and intelligent people into
seats of power.
Like Strike Fiss. He's my vote.
So anyway. I tire of this garbage. So let's just forget it and
live our lives. Peace and happiness to all.
Ja ne
The Dude Slayer.
PS: I don't own Kaji and Misato. Ginax does. I make no $$$$$$ off
this. If I did, I'd be out playing pool now instead of writing. ^_^
Nah, I love writing. I'd probably buy a Jolt or two though. Oh shit.
I don't own Jolt either, Wet Planet Beverages does. Heheh. Peace out.
Kaji Complains
A young man in his mid twenties entered a bar. He waved at a few
of the patrons as he made his way behind the bar. His black leather
duster flowed behind him as he walked.
The man removed his duster and hung it up in a back room and
returned to the bar. He wore a black Chinese silk shirt with a silver
dragon stitched around the neck, down the back, and across his chest.
The shirt was tucked into a pair of black slacks, which seemed to be
pressed perfectly.
The young man grabbed a towel and tossed it over his shoulder.
The edges of it just barely ruffled his deep auburn hair. His hair lay
down his back in a ponytail that reached past his shoulders.
"REILLY!" A loud commanding voice demanded.
The young man looked up at the voice. "Yeah? Oh hey boss. Am I
late?" He looked at his watch, it read 7:00PM Tokyo-3 time. "Nope I'm
on time."
An older man with slightly graying hair and beard shook his head.
"Ben. You're on time, but you missed that purple haired lady that
keeps asking about you."
Ben slammed his fist on the bar. "Damn. Again? That's the
third time this week. What's she want with me anyway?"
The older man shrugged. "No idea. But the next time you miss
her I'm sending her to your apartment. Understand? I'm not running a
dating service here, I'm running a bar."
Ben mocked each word the older man said. "Hai, hai. I
understand. I'll make sure to meet up with her, or you can send her
there. If you feel like it." He smirked as he took up a place behind
the bar. "She is kinda cute."
The older man shook his head. "American kids." He refilled a
man's mug with beer.
The night passed like most nights at McLeary's Tokyo-3. Patrons
came and went until closing time. At 2:00 each morning Ben was forced
to close down and run off anyone still around. Though Ben didn't mind
closing alone and running people off he did have a small problem with
the one person each night that just would not get the clue and leave. For some reason every night there seemed one person that would
just not leave. They usually sat at the bar and drank until they were
in a stupor, and when Ben had to remove them they always seemed to have
a story to tell him. And he would always listen and help as he could.
Tonight would be no different.
Ryouji Kaji. A Japanese man in his early to mid thirties with a
constantly unshaven face. He would always been seen in a blue dress
shirt, slacks, and a loose red tie. His flashy brown hair was pulled
back into a messy ponytail that seemed to fit him.
Kaji sat at the bar with a half empty bottle of Yebisu beer. Ben
knew it to be at least the fifth one that Kaji'd had since he came in
three hours ago. Kaji sat with his head in his hands, as he had most
of the night.
Ben sighed and walked upto Kaji. He tapped the man until he
looked up. Ben grinned at him. "Gomen-nasi sir. But I have to clean
up and well. You need to leave. You don't need to go home, but you
can't stay here."
Kaji smiled at the younger man's analogy to a pre-Second Impact
song. "Good choice in words kid." He slugged back some of the beer
and looked at Ben. "Hey kid. You ever been in love?"
Ben sighed as he fell into a barstool near Kaji. "Hai, I have
and not to long ago. I thought she was the one for me. But she seemed
to be the one for one of my best friends."
Kaji nodded. "I understand kid. I am in love right now.
Beautiful woman, she's smarter than most people give her credit for,
and though she doesn't act like it she's a wonderful person." He
smirked and looked to the young bartender. "And great in bed." He
laughed hoping to elicit a response from the younger man.
Ben smiled. "I bet." He turned and looked to the double agent.
"So sir. How may I be of service to you?"
Kaji smiled inwardly at being called sir. "If you have some time
I'd like to tell you a small story."
Ben looked at his watch, it read 2:30 AM Tokyo-3 time. "Aw what
the hell. Sure. If ya don't mind me cleaning up while I listen."
Kaji waved him off. "Go right ahead. I'd hate for your boss to
be upset with you because of me."
Ben smiled as he walked around the bar cleaning the tables. He
listened intently as Kaji told him about Misato. How he'd met her in
college and fallen in love with her. As Ben began putting the chairs
up Kaji told him of how he'd wanted to ask Misato to marry him, but
he'd been too afraid.
Ben nodded as he listened intently to the story. Kaji skipped
over his job with NERV and how he attained it. He did mention how he
reunited with Misato on the German Super-carrier. Kaji worked his way
through the off and on relationship the two had shared since his
arrival.
Ben meanwhile worked on sweeping the floor and wiping down the
bar. He nodded when needed and gave an "I understand" or "Uh-huh" when
needed. Kaji's story took most of the usual two hours it took Ben to
clean up.
Kaji ended his story with an account earlier that night. He
sighed and placed his head back in his hands. His beer had gone
untouched, but Ben left it just incase. "So that brings me to tonight.
It's over between us. I called her earlier and left her a message
saying that if I ever saw her again that I'd tell her what I'd been too
afraid to all those years ago. Now that I think back I should have
gone over there and told her to her face."
Ben placed his towel down. "What's going to happen tonight?"
Kaji sighed. "I guess there's no harm in telling you. I'm going
to die tonight. I know it. You don't be a spy this long and not know
when someone out to kill you."
Ben nodded. "Well look. I can't say I know you're gonna see
tomorrow. I won't even try to say you will. All I can say is that if
you survive this night, that you go see this Misato woman and you
pledge your undying love to her.
"You fall onto your knees, wrap your hands around hers, and beg
her to be your wife. I can see how when you say her name that you love
her. From the way you talk about her I can almost tell she loves you
too." Ben picked his bar towel up and smiled as he threw it onto his
shoulder.
Kaji looked up at the young man. "You really think so?" Ben
nodded. "Alright. I'll do it. Thank you." Kaji jumped up and shook
Ben's hand rapidly. If Ben hadn't been on the other side of the bar
Kaji might have hugged him. Kaji quickly regained his composure and
smiled. "Thanks again. Well I've kept you long enough I'll be going."
Ben grinned. "No problem. I do what I can to help. Hope things
work out for you Kaji."
Kaji nodded as he walked from the bar.
Ben threw Kaji's beer bottle away when something struck him.
"Misato. That's the name of the purple haired chick that's looking for
me." His shock wore off. "Nah, couldn't be the same one."
Ben tossed his dirty bar towel in a pile with other similar
towels. He poured himself a small shot of tequila and held it up.
"Here's to you Kaji." He downed the shot and slammed it on the bar.
Ben shook his head before washing the glass out and replacing it in the
pyramid of shot glasses kept behind the bar.
Ben gave the bar a single quick once over to make sure everything
was off and he was ready to close. He smiled and walked to the power
switch and turned it off. He slid his black duster on and walked out
of the bar as the neon sign reading McLeary's shimmered and went out.
*Chibi Dude Slayer does official author's jig*
TDS: *tosses CDS a cookie.* Thanks little dude.
CDS: *grins and eats the cookie* Mo profholeb.
TDS: *shakes head as a sweat drop appears* I can't count how many times I told him to chew than talk.
*looks to camera* Hi all! Been a while since I did anything.
But this kinda just struck me while I was doing homework one day. So I
wrote it down and this is the final copy of it. What do you think?
Well e-mail me and tell me.
I'll be making others. The next in the series is Misato. Then Gendo. After that Ben will be moving on to LA for a new set of guests. Don't ask, cuz I'm not telling.
CDS: Bastard won't even tell me!
TDS: *throws a brick at Chibi Dude Slayer* Shut. Up.
CDS: *gets hit by brick* *falls unconscious*
TDS: Much better. Now where was I? Oh yeah. Anyway. This is mostly
for my own enjoyment but I'd love if someone would tell me what they
think anyway. So e-mail me.
redrum124@bigfoot.com Go ahead I don't bite, much.
So well I'm outta here. I know; you're probably expecting me to
babble about the tragedy of September 11, 2001. Well I won't. It's
not worth dwelling over, it was bad but it happens all the time. So
all I will say is let's come together as a country and a world. Let's
all work together and help place useful and intelligent people into
seats of power.
Like Strike Fiss. He's my vote.
So anyway. I tire of this garbage. So let's just forget it and
live our lives. Peace and happiness to all.
Ja ne
The Dude Slayer.
PS: I don't own Kaji and Misato. Ginax does. I make no $$$$$$ off
this. If I did, I'd be out playing pool now instead of writing. ^_^
Nah, I love writing. I'd probably buy a Jolt or two though. Oh shit.
I don't own Jolt either, Wet Planet Beverages does. Heheh. Peace out.