Disclaimer: I do not own Kobato
Warning/s: Unbeta'ed. Awkward grammar.
Title: Unexpected
Rewritten version: July 25, 2012
Author's Note: Somebody called my grammar atrocious. Hahaha, guess that woke me up. So, I am here to apologize to all the readers of Unexpected for reading such a lousy story with equally lousy grammar. I'll try my best to edit every chapter, and hopefully add more in the days to come. Thank you.
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"Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things
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Chapter 1: Worried
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Fujimoto was trying to calm himself while running down the streets with swift and sure motion. Kobato called a few minutes ago and said something about her 'stomach aching'. He automatically assumed that she ran into some serious accident, and it was not quite impossible given the girl's cunning ability to attract mishaps and troubles. He could still remember the look on her face the day he first saw her.
His first impression of her?
So darn stupid.
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Fujimoto was in his way to his work when he inadvertently saw a young girl with impossibly long hair wearing a hat following a man in his late thirties. It looked so unusual, especially in the middle of the afternoon where girls her age were usually still in school.
But what irked Fujimoto most was the carefree smiled visibly plastered on the girl's painfully naive face.
'Is she stupid?' Fujimoto thought as his eyes followed the two and frowned when he realized that stopped walking just so he could stare at them.
He sighed and forced his feet to move.
He should not meddle with other people's matters. He ought to know that by now.
As he began walking again, an odd feeling suddenly wrapped his soul, pulling him to look back at the girl again.
He tried to calm himself.
It was just conscience talking that was all.
She was still a girl after all.
He was about to walked their direction when the he saw the man snapping at the girl.
"Are you trying to set me up?"
Fujimoto saw the girl shook her head while trying to explain to the man.
What he saw next made his blood boil.
The man came dashing forwards, right fits clenching.
He lunged himself to the girl.
Fujimoto didn't waste any moment as he dash on the scene, too. It was a good thing that he got good reflexes because he stopped the man's fist before it could hit the girl. A few second later, he gave the man a good, straight punch on face, forcing the man on the ground.
Fujimoto panted as he watched the man scampered on the floor like a beaten dog.
"Ioryogi-san?" said the girl who was now sitting on the ground. She looked unharmed.
'Ioryogi-san?' Fujimoto thought. Was that the name of that perverted old man?
He looked around for any sign of companion but the street was empty.
Fujimoto's fury returned to him when he saw the old man eyes him warily before darting away.
"What a jack-ass." he said, disgusted.
The girl looked surprised. "Th-... Than..." before she coould say 'thank you', Fujimoto cut her off.
"Listen, i don't know if you're into enkou or uri or what. But go do it somewhere else," he deadpanned.
Fujimoto scratched his head and picked up his bag that fell on the ground when he punched the man.
He started to walk away.
He never had the chance to see what kind of reaction the girl plastered on her face right after that.
Fujimoto just thought that she was darn stupid, that was all.
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Reminising the past didn't bring any good Fujimoto's situation. It just made him run faster like he was in some kind of a race. Kobato could be so annoying sometimes, but Sayaka and the children adored her. Things could be downright ugly if something bad would really happen to her.
How about you? An annoying part of his mind asked, seemingly smirking.
Shit, he was not having this kind of stupid thing in his head, for God's sake.
So he did what he thought was right.
He answered it by saying, 'Shut up!'
The annoying Fujimoto raised his shoulders.
'Fine. Go ahead and lie to yourself, man.'
"Shut up, will you?" he shouted, visibly irritated. He didn't need this stupidity right now.
Seconds after, Fujimoto saw two women staring at him and whispering to each other. The horrible thing was, they were freaking smiling at him like they just saw him running naked on the street.
Yeah.
Note to self; never answer your inner demons in the middle of a crowd.
Okay. Honestly? Fujimoto was a little bit (unexpectedly) worried.
There.
Then he remembered the sound of her voice when she called.
That made him accelerated again.
"Just don't do anything stupid, baka..." Fujimoto muttered, worry was written all over his face.
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Enkou-someone who is dating an old guy for money
Uri-prostitution