Glad The Bus Was Late By Akane Neko
I Don't Own Any Of The Characters
Please Enjoy Chapter One, For Impatient Ones The Yaoi's In Chapter Two :)
I stood, rain falling heavily on the ground in front and the shelter above my head. I was panting, having just ran a full block from work to the bus station where I stood now. It was my first day at my new job as a mailing assistant. I had checked the bus schedules the day before, just to be sure. Today I was kept behind a little, the manager had given me a congratulatory talk on a good days work. That's why I had to run, in the rain, in fear of being late for the last bus home.
I'd made it, with seven minutes before the bus was due to arrive. There was a few people taking shelter from the rain next to me, whether they were waiting for the bus or just trying to stay dry, I didn't know.
"Do you know if the number forty-two bus has been yet?" I asked the elderly man to my left.
"Wouldn't count on it son, that darn bus is always late." He replied. I sighed, hopefully the bus wouldn't be late, I had things to do before I had my parents over at my apartment for dinner.
The little crowd of us at the bus station sat for another fifteen minutes, watched the rain come and go before the bus finally arrived. I allowed the elderly man and a few others to board before me, it was common courtesy. I glared at the tardy driver, he didn't look back or greet any of the other passengers handing him the fare.
"You're twenty minutes late." I said as I handed over my fare.
"Yeah? Well get used to it kiddo, I got better things than take your scrawny ass home. Sit down and quit your yacking." He gruffed, not even looking in my direction. I stood, outraged at being treated as such, especially from some fat, dirty, pathetic little man.
"I'll have you know that I have connections, you'd be wise to watch your words around me." I warned, using the cunning and threatening tone that had practically been handed down through the generations of my family. The scruffy driver barked out a laugh and put the bus into motion. I had to take a seat, standing while the bus was moving made me nervous.
I sat in a window seat near the front, contemplating some kind of over the top revenge which wouldn't be necessary but, I need not worry, I'll do what every normal, nearly adult but not quite there, boy would do. Tell my Mother.
I smirked evilly at the thoughts of just what exactly my Mother, the delicate yet strong willed and even stronger fisted woman would do.
The bus finally stopped just down the road from where I lived. As I stepped off the vehicle I made sure to throw one more glare in the drivers direction. As the bus pulled away I felt the urge to flip the bird but held back the urge, I wasn't that petty. Although the rain had stopped, dark clouds still hung over head acting as a warning for more to come. I decided I would stop trying to predict the weather and figured it'd be best to get home. I reached down to pick up my bag…I looked down when my hand didn't grasp the leather handle of my work bag like expected.
"Damn!" I cursed, I must have left my bag on the bus, completely forgetting it while deciding the driver fate. It didn't have any of my real valuables , except my Blackberry in it. All I could do was hope it was still on the bus tomorrow. I walked down the road to my apartment, it was just a little one bedroom, third floor place, nothing extravagant but it meant that I had a roof over my head plus, I liked my independence.
Luckily I always kept my keys in my pocket in case I did ever lose my bad, which obviously, I did. I opened my front door, kicked off my shoes and hung my wet jacket up on one of the hooks. I walked into the living room, flopping down onto my little fabric couch. I would have propped my feet up on the coffee table and I could have sat here all night, drinking a few beers and watching re-runs of some old comedy but alas, I had my parents arriving in an hour and a half. Standing up, I looked around the living room, it wasn't dirty, I was more of a 'If you can see it the you need to clean it' kind of guy and since the living room was the main room of the house and parties always moved to the kitchen those rooms were always kept clean. Since my Mother was coming the rest of the rooms had to be equally as clean. She tried to make her inspections subtle but it was clearly obvious what she was up to.
I went to the bedroom first, picked up the dirty clothes and made the bed. I also pulled out some clean clothes, no point in the house being tidy if I wasn't. I deemed the bedroom acceptable and headed for a shower. I turned the shower on, waiting for the water to heat up, meanwhile I un dressed and placed the dirty clothes in the hamper. I placed the woven lid back on top, no one needed to see how much dirty clothes I hadn't washed yet.
I took of my watch and placed it on the window sill and stepped into the shower. The hot water flowed over my tired body. I thought being a mail assistant would be an easy, no sweat job but running around trying to keep things organised was tiring I stood for a while, relaxing, letting the steam cover the glass shower guard. I didn't have to worry about making dinner, Mother always brought her home cooking when she came to visit, she says it's a treat for me but it's really because I can't cook.
I shampooed and washed my hair and put the lotion on my body. After I decided I was clean I turned off the shower, prepared myself and stepped out. I shivered as my feet came in contact with the cold tile floor. That was the worst thing about showering, stepping out and almost freezing to death and no, that was not an exaggeration.
I dried my body and did the best I could with my hair, the spikes will dry on their own. I put the jeans and casual shirt on that I had taken from my room earlier. I put my towel in the hamper, which was nearly at the point of overflowing.
I walked into the kitchen, luckily, although it was a small apartment there was an open plan kitchen/dining room. I reached up into the cupboard, taking out three plates, three knifes and three forks. I set the plates and cutlery onto the table. It wouldn't be long until my parents arrived so I figured I could squeeze in some T.V time.
I entered the living room and no sooner had my ass touched the couch, the door bell rang. I almost felt like yelling but composed myself and went to answer the door.
"Sasuke, my boy!" My Mother squealed coming in and gave me a hug. My Father was right behind her, holding a few dishes which held dinner for tonight. He handed the dishes to my Mom and gave me a hug of his own. Everyone thought that my Dad was a stern, un-loving, scary person, well they had a reason to think that because he was but he was only like that with people who didn't know him. He was a completely different person around his friends and family.
"How was your first day at work then?" He asked as I closed the door and took their coats from them to hang them up next to my own. Mother headed for the kitchen to re-heat the dinner she had brought.
"It went okay, not as easy as I thought though." I chuckled, thinking back to the near panic attack I'd had when a supposedly easy shift turned into a living nightmare. He chuckled along with me as we joined my Mother in the kitchen.
"We all have to start somewhere son." He said, patting my shoulder. "I didn't get to where I am today without working hard and starting at the bottom. It wasn't handed to me on a silver platter and I wanted to teach you and your brother the same." He continued, although our family was pretty well off with my Dad owning his own company, he never let my brother and I have things in life easy. We both worked hard in school, Itachi was older than me and he'd started off as an assistant as well, now he was going up for a position at Dad's company. The interview was held by a third party so the decision wasn't bias and he still has to compete with other applicants. We all had high hopes for him though, Itachi always had did have a knack for exceeding.
"Well today was good, manager said that if I keep going the way I am that I'll be moving onto bigger and better things soon." I beamed, since Itachi had done a lot more than me when he was younger the attention was always on him, well, it was my turn now.
"That's good dear." Mother smiled. "Keep an eye on dinner while I go freshen up." I rolled my eyes.
"The house is clean Mom." I smirked, she turned to give me a weak glare.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to go snooping for dust." She scoffed and left the room. I looked towards my Dad.
"You know she will." He laughed.
"I know." I replied with a sigh and a smile. Mom returned a short while later.
"You can hardly call that a tidy a bedroom Sasuke." She commented while turning off the stove where she had been preparing dinner. I could hear my Dad quietly in the living room.
"Thought you weren't going snooping?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"I just happened to notice is all, on my way to the bathroom." She shrugged, carrying serving bowls through to the joining dining room.
"My bedroom door was closed." I countered as she ser the bowls down. "Plus, my bedroom is at the other end of the hallway, you don't have to walk anywhere near it to get to the bathroom from the kitchen." I said. She didn't reply for a while, then Dad entered the room and took a seat.
"Just admit it Mikoto." He sighed, Mother huffed.
"Fine! Okay! I snooped! I just like to know that my baby isn't living on his own like a pig." She said, taking her seat to my Father's left, who sat at the head of the table.
"Thanks for comparing me to a farmyard animal Mother, good to know the love is still there." I chuckled, mother giggled along while Father shook his head with a smile at our antics.
"Just eat your dinner before your Dad turns grumpy." She laughed while looking at Dad's shocked face.
"I don't go grumpy." He mumbled. "Anyway, did you get home okay?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, bus was twenty minutes late though and when it did arrive all I got was abuse from the driver." I said digging the serving spoon and my fork into the spaghetti Mom had made and dishing some onto my plate.
"What? You shouldn't have to put up with that! What bus was it? What did the driver look like? Oh wait until I -"
"Calm down, I'll deal with it." Father said calmly, interrupting Mother's rant. "What bus was it?" He asked.
"The number forty-two." I replied, he nodded.
"Don't you worry about it, I'll call the company straight after dinner." He said, digging into his own meal,
"Good, no one treats my boy like that and gets away with it." Mom mumbled, practically stabbing her fork into the spaghetti. I smirked evilly behind my fork.
Didn't I tell the bus driver that I had connections?
Well he was about to see just how powerful my connections actually were.
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