Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh 5D's.
A/N: Short, sweet and sappy carjack because it's totally awesome that their names create that combination.
Jack Atlas reclined into a chair across from a window that overlooked the city of Neo Domino. It wasn't the same, towering god view that he had become accustomed to over the past two years. It was an entirely different, part of the city view. The chair was also entirely different. Not the same as his sky scraper house super expensive only reserved for him chair- the one that had the message function that he never made use of. Instead, it was a humble office chair that had been sat in time and time again. Still, it was new to him.
It was also kind of... uncomfortable. How did Carly manage to sit in it for hours pouring over her newspaper articles?
Speaking of which, she was out of the house, on some self-fulfilling I'm going to make the best dinner ever but first I need to buy some food because the fridge is empty mission.
Her absence made Jack sort of bored. Of course, he could maintain himself without her around and for another thing boredom seemed to follow him in and out of duels. That unsatisfying feeling. Without any sort of goal or impending doom to take care of, boredom became his nook-niche. Which was why he was idly staring out the window thinking about just the right sort of gel he should buy because god knows Carly didn't have any such hair product and how he was going to buy that gel without any money coming in from Godwin or whoever it was who paid his bills anymore.
The whole idea of finding a job made him chew on his thumbnail a bit, a habit he must have picked up from Carly. Of course, he could imagine Jack the Pro Duelist, but he could not imagine Jack the fast food manager or Jack the car salesman. Either job would provide a steady pay check, which was something he needed and wanted, but such jobs- the humility of them! He'd make a damn good D Wheel salesman though, he had to admit it.
And it wasn't so much that he wanted the money to get hair gel or regain any sort of glory, he just wanted to do something that was entirely his own for once. Team Satisfaction, Duel King, Singer- those jobs were all other people's ideas. They were either destiny or some boyish fantasy made reality. He was really getting tired of living in fantasies so much. This time he wanted something real that he could touch, something that he had created all on his own. No more dying dreams.
He liked the idea of it. Something new. Something different. It gave him a feeling like waking up to Martha making pancakes because it's just one of those days that she feels like it and therefore everything's going to be great today, because it's going to be a brand new day in what seems like a brand new world-
And that's when arms enveloped him in the embrace of chairback and girl. She was a cheery smile in the reflection of the glass.
"I'm home~!"
"Carly."
"Was there something you were looking at?"
"No. Well, maybe."
"If I knew you liked looking at the sky so much I would have rented an apartment on the top floor. It would be expensive though- and that height! Yikes."
"It's fine."
"Well okay! You just sit right here and I'll get dinner started."
"It's not even four yet."
"Oh. Ahaha. It'll probably take me that long to figure out what I'm making." And she dashed off to the kitchen.
Which made Jack follow her in order to prevent any sort of kitchen fire/ accident/ anything else which could possibly happen with that girl and knives/ stoves/ raw meat.
Carly, she was something new too. Well, maybe not entirely new, but new enough for him. He'd embrace her newness and work off from there.
A/N: Ummm yes. ...Gosh, I've been sitting here for five minutes and still can't think of anything intelligent to say about this fic.... which says a lot, doesn't it?