'Tis me!!! The author of Something to Live For!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::room
goes silent:: _ ::Homer voice:: Doh!!! Anyway, I have a story Idea.
::laughter:: ShutUP people!!! That's not funny!!! Here is a
teaser/prologue, to see how well it goes over.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or SM, But, in my dreams, I am almighty and therefore own EVERYTHING. Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
Ages: It's AC 199, so that makes Hiiro: 19 Usagi: 17 (actually, she's 16, but will be turning 17 during the story)
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This was NOT a good day. Hiiro had been flying to the Sanq kingdom with the rest of the guys, they had been assigned to protect the Peacecraft Bitch, and there was a changeover of planes somewhere in America. While waiting to be boarded onto the next plane he had gone to get himself some coffee, and some girl had started shamelessly hitting on him. In an attempt to get away from her, he had hidden inside the coffee shop bathroom, but the girl was so damn determined that she waited for him outside. Inevitably, Hiiro had missed his flight. So, here he was, in the middle of nowhere, stranded, with a whopping three dollars and eighty-four cents in his pocket, and without his gun. He didn't even know what state he was in!! Damn small planes and their isolated airports. Damn airport security. Damn the fact that he, the Perfect Soldier, got flustered when a mere girl flirted with him. And damn that stupid crow that kept dive-bombing his head!!!!!
There were miles of cornfields all around him, so he assumed that there must be somebody living around here. But he couldn't see a house, so, rather than get lost in a bunch of corn, he'd stick to the road.
After about two hours of walking down the road, without the chance to hitch hike, as no cars had gone past, Hiiro was approaching a town. He could guess that it was a small town, judging from the fact that it was a simple, two-lane road leading to it. Had it been a big city, it would have been a four or six lane highway. A moment later, Hiiro saw a big sign standing by the road, reading:
Welcome to the city of Georgetown, Illinois population: 500
Hiiro mentally groaned. Great, the only town within miles, he'd bet, and it was home to a whopping 500 people. He'd guessed it was a small town, but he hadn't counted on it being *that* small. But of course, being the Perfect Soldier, none of this showed on his face, and he continued on.
When he entered Georgetown, it was getting late in the day, so nothing but the few restaurants that were there were open. Due to lack of money and weaponry, he needed a job. And no one seemed to be hiring. So, he chose a steakhouse and went in, waded through the throng of people and asked one of the waitresses if she new anywhere that he could find work. She thought for a second, then answered.
"I'm pretty sure that Old Man Thompson is in need of a farmhand. You look like you could handle most of the work. What's your name, boy?"
"Hn. Hiiro Yui."
"Great, I'm Jenny. I'm friends with his daughter, so I'll put in a good word for you as soon as I can get to a phone. You can get there by taking the only road out of town, for about seven miles. Their farm is real easy to see from the road, 'cuz the house is about 200 feet back from it. You can probably get a ride from Mr. Dean, if you'll wait about fifteen minutes until he's done here, he has to go that way anyway. So hold on."
With that Jenny left to deliver the tray of food she was carrying to a table, and on her way back to the kitchen stopped by an older man's table and talked to him, throwing a glance his way, as she conversed with the man. Hiiro assumed that the man must be Mr. Dean. Hiiro saw Mr. Dean nod, and Jenny smiled, thanked him and continued her trip to the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, the man that Hiiro guessed to be Mr. Dean approached him, introduced himself and offered a ride. On the way to "Old Man Thompson's" house, Mr. Dean struck up a converstion, of sorts.
"So, you're going to brave working for Ken, eh??" He saw the questioning look (a raised eyebrow) on Hiiro's face. "Nasty temper, that one. His one weakness is his daughter, Amy. That girl is as sweet as can be, but very protective of her father, for God only knows what reason. A word to the wise, though: DON'T hit on her, or you'll find your ears boxed, your head ringing, and yourself out of a job faster than you can say 'But sir...'"
"An amazon?"
"Nah, but if her father finds out, SHOO-WEE, I wouldn't want to be the guy who made that mistake!" Mr. Dean chuckled. "The last guy who tried out for Ken's farmboy left town within a week. I heard it was the stress of how hard Ken worked him, and the fact that Ken caught the boy leering at Amy. Apparently Anita and Derek, Ken's wife and son, died before they moved here, and the loss hit him hard. Amy once told me that he used to be a kind, if somewhat over-protective, man. So now, with the death of everyone but Amy, he became even more overprotective of the girl, seeing as she's all he has left...."
Mr. Dean continued to prattle on, and by the time that he pulled into a driveway, the sun was setting, and it was starting to get dark. Getting out of the van, Hiiro followed Dean up the walk, and stopped on the porch as Dean rang the doorbell. It was a nice house, a two story one that looked to be rather old, but well cared for, in good condition. It seemed that there was a basement/storm cellar, too, and the big picture windows gave an airy look. The attic had a large, circular stained glass window, and the porch was very large, wrapping around the corner of the house where the steps were. Hiiro could see two porch swings at either end of the veranda. The house was painted white with forest-green edging. All in all, it was an impressive dwelling, seeing as most people lived in apartments, condo's or small houses and shacks, not large, old, farmhouses. The oak door swung open.
A tall man, looking to be in his late thirties/early forties stepped out. He had dark brown hair and eyes, and looked nothing like what Hiiro had imagined. Since that girl, Jenny, called him "Old Man" Thompson, he had pictured a decrepit old man and his thirty-year-old daughter taking care of him. Instead, this man looked young enough to be just starting out and having more children.
"What is it, Samuel?" Thompson spoke with a slight accent, one so miniscule that Hiiro couldn't quite place it.
"Ken!! I've gotcha a farmhand!!!"
"Is that so?" Ken studied Hiiro, and seemed satisfied when Hiiro didn't back down from the hard stare he gave him. "He'll do. What's your name, boy?" That was the second time that day that Hiiro had heard that very phrase.
"Hiiro Yui." His name, distinctly foriegn, illicited an eyebrow raise from Ken.
"You Japanese?"
"Hn." Hiiro grunted in affirmation. Ken made a small snorting sound, then turned to Dean and thanked him curtly. before waving Hiiro in and closing the door
"Your room'll be upstairs, the last one one the right. You will be up by six o'clock every morning, you will work, if you have any questions you will ask me, you will be inside by sundown. There will be no guests, no going out to late-night parties, no drinking, no smoking, no drug use of any kind for that matter, no long phone calls. All noise stops at ten- o'clock PM, unless it's an emergency. I don't care how late you stay up at night, as long as you are up in time for work. You are responsible for your own Breakfast, which will be eaten in the kitchen, and Dinner will be in the dining room, you will bring a lunch with you to the fields if you want one at all, you will shower before Supper. You start working tomorrow, I will accompany you and show you what to do for everything tomorrow and only tomorrow. After that, you are expected to do it yourself. Pay is seventy- five dollars a week, paid every two weeks. Oh, and you WILL stay away from my daughter. Any Questions?"
"Do you have a computer?"
"No. I trust you can find your room?"
"Yes."
"Good." With that, Ken left.
Hiiro trudged up the stairs, turned down the hall, and continued. There were three rooms that adjoined to the hall, one of them probably a bathroom, And one door that was open a crack, letting Hiiro see the stairs that most likely went up to the attic. As he passed the second dor, on the left, he heard someone humming a little tune. That must be the girl, Amy's room. He found his room and was gratified to see that it was simple, but tasteful. There was one window, with blue curtains, a mahogany desk, a small closet, and a bed. The head and footboard were dark wood, the sheets were the same dark blue as the curtains, and the comforter had a dizzying pattern of tiny dark blue and white chavrons. There were two pillows in plain white cases. The carpet, too, was dark blue, and the walls and ceiling were white, but not quite as bright of a white as the house's outside walls. There was one lamp one a stand near the bed, and another on the desk, their shades also blue. There was no overhead light except for in the closet. Hiiro discarded his jeans, hanging them over the desk chair, pulled back the bed covers, and collapsed onto the bed. He flipped the covers back over himself, and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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~~~~~~~~ How was that??? Please review, this one was extra long!!! (for me, anyway) Especially for a first chapter. Find out what happens next time on Jade Lake!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or SM, But, in my dreams, I am almighty and therefore own EVERYTHING. Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
Ages: It's AC 199, so that makes Hiiro: 19 Usagi: 17 (actually, she's 16, but will be turning 17 during the story)
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This was NOT a good day. Hiiro had been flying to the Sanq kingdom with the rest of the guys, they had been assigned to protect the Peacecraft Bitch, and there was a changeover of planes somewhere in America. While waiting to be boarded onto the next plane he had gone to get himself some coffee, and some girl had started shamelessly hitting on him. In an attempt to get away from her, he had hidden inside the coffee shop bathroom, but the girl was so damn determined that she waited for him outside. Inevitably, Hiiro had missed his flight. So, here he was, in the middle of nowhere, stranded, with a whopping three dollars and eighty-four cents in his pocket, and without his gun. He didn't even know what state he was in!! Damn small planes and their isolated airports. Damn airport security. Damn the fact that he, the Perfect Soldier, got flustered when a mere girl flirted with him. And damn that stupid crow that kept dive-bombing his head!!!!!
There were miles of cornfields all around him, so he assumed that there must be somebody living around here. But he couldn't see a house, so, rather than get lost in a bunch of corn, he'd stick to the road.
After about two hours of walking down the road, without the chance to hitch hike, as no cars had gone past, Hiiro was approaching a town. He could guess that it was a small town, judging from the fact that it was a simple, two-lane road leading to it. Had it been a big city, it would have been a four or six lane highway. A moment later, Hiiro saw a big sign standing by the road, reading:
Welcome to the city of Georgetown, Illinois population: 500
Hiiro mentally groaned. Great, the only town within miles, he'd bet, and it was home to a whopping 500 people. He'd guessed it was a small town, but he hadn't counted on it being *that* small. But of course, being the Perfect Soldier, none of this showed on his face, and he continued on.
When he entered Georgetown, it was getting late in the day, so nothing but the few restaurants that were there were open. Due to lack of money and weaponry, he needed a job. And no one seemed to be hiring. So, he chose a steakhouse and went in, waded through the throng of people and asked one of the waitresses if she new anywhere that he could find work. She thought for a second, then answered.
"I'm pretty sure that Old Man Thompson is in need of a farmhand. You look like you could handle most of the work. What's your name, boy?"
"Hn. Hiiro Yui."
"Great, I'm Jenny. I'm friends with his daughter, so I'll put in a good word for you as soon as I can get to a phone. You can get there by taking the only road out of town, for about seven miles. Their farm is real easy to see from the road, 'cuz the house is about 200 feet back from it. You can probably get a ride from Mr. Dean, if you'll wait about fifteen minutes until he's done here, he has to go that way anyway. So hold on."
With that Jenny left to deliver the tray of food she was carrying to a table, and on her way back to the kitchen stopped by an older man's table and talked to him, throwing a glance his way, as she conversed with the man. Hiiro assumed that the man must be Mr. Dean. Hiiro saw Mr. Dean nod, and Jenny smiled, thanked him and continued her trip to the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, the man that Hiiro guessed to be Mr. Dean approached him, introduced himself and offered a ride. On the way to "Old Man Thompson's" house, Mr. Dean struck up a converstion, of sorts.
"So, you're going to brave working for Ken, eh??" He saw the questioning look (a raised eyebrow) on Hiiro's face. "Nasty temper, that one. His one weakness is his daughter, Amy. That girl is as sweet as can be, but very protective of her father, for God only knows what reason. A word to the wise, though: DON'T hit on her, or you'll find your ears boxed, your head ringing, and yourself out of a job faster than you can say 'But sir...'"
"An amazon?"
"Nah, but if her father finds out, SHOO-WEE, I wouldn't want to be the guy who made that mistake!" Mr. Dean chuckled. "The last guy who tried out for Ken's farmboy left town within a week. I heard it was the stress of how hard Ken worked him, and the fact that Ken caught the boy leering at Amy. Apparently Anita and Derek, Ken's wife and son, died before they moved here, and the loss hit him hard. Amy once told me that he used to be a kind, if somewhat over-protective, man. So now, with the death of everyone but Amy, he became even more overprotective of the girl, seeing as she's all he has left...."
Mr. Dean continued to prattle on, and by the time that he pulled into a driveway, the sun was setting, and it was starting to get dark. Getting out of the van, Hiiro followed Dean up the walk, and stopped on the porch as Dean rang the doorbell. It was a nice house, a two story one that looked to be rather old, but well cared for, in good condition. It seemed that there was a basement/storm cellar, too, and the big picture windows gave an airy look. The attic had a large, circular stained glass window, and the porch was very large, wrapping around the corner of the house where the steps were. Hiiro could see two porch swings at either end of the veranda. The house was painted white with forest-green edging. All in all, it was an impressive dwelling, seeing as most people lived in apartments, condo's or small houses and shacks, not large, old, farmhouses. The oak door swung open.
A tall man, looking to be in his late thirties/early forties stepped out. He had dark brown hair and eyes, and looked nothing like what Hiiro had imagined. Since that girl, Jenny, called him "Old Man" Thompson, he had pictured a decrepit old man and his thirty-year-old daughter taking care of him. Instead, this man looked young enough to be just starting out and having more children.
"What is it, Samuel?" Thompson spoke with a slight accent, one so miniscule that Hiiro couldn't quite place it.
"Ken!! I've gotcha a farmhand!!!"
"Is that so?" Ken studied Hiiro, and seemed satisfied when Hiiro didn't back down from the hard stare he gave him. "He'll do. What's your name, boy?" That was the second time that day that Hiiro had heard that very phrase.
"Hiiro Yui." His name, distinctly foriegn, illicited an eyebrow raise from Ken.
"You Japanese?"
"Hn." Hiiro grunted in affirmation. Ken made a small snorting sound, then turned to Dean and thanked him curtly. before waving Hiiro in and closing the door
"Your room'll be upstairs, the last one one the right. You will be up by six o'clock every morning, you will work, if you have any questions you will ask me, you will be inside by sundown. There will be no guests, no going out to late-night parties, no drinking, no smoking, no drug use of any kind for that matter, no long phone calls. All noise stops at ten- o'clock PM, unless it's an emergency. I don't care how late you stay up at night, as long as you are up in time for work. You are responsible for your own Breakfast, which will be eaten in the kitchen, and Dinner will be in the dining room, you will bring a lunch with you to the fields if you want one at all, you will shower before Supper. You start working tomorrow, I will accompany you and show you what to do for everything tomorrow and only tomorrow. After that, you are expected to do it yourself. Pay is seventy- five dollars a week, paid every two weeks. Oh, and you WILL stay away from my daughter. Any Questions?"
"Do you have a computer?"
"No. I trust you can find your room?"
"Yes."
"Good." With that, Ken left.
Hiiro trudged up the stairs, turned down the hall, and continued. There were three rooms that adjoined to the hall, one of them probably a bathroom, And one door that was open a crack, letting Hiiro see the stairs that most likely went up to the attic. As he passed the second dor, on the left, he heard someone humming a little tune. That must be the girl, Amy's room. He found his room and was gratified to see that it was simple, but tasteful. There was one window, with blue curtains, a mahogany desk, a small closet, and a bed. The head and footboard were dark wood, the sheets were the same dark blue as the curtains, and the comforter had a dizzying pattern of tiny dark blue and white chavrons. There were two pillows in plain white cases. The carpet, too, was dark blue, and the walls and ceiling were white, but not quite as bright of a white as the house's outside walls. There was one lamp one a stand near the bed, and another on the desk, their shades also blue. There was no overhead light except for in the closet. Hiiro discarded his jeans, hanging them over the desk chair, pulled back the bed covers, and collapsed onto the bed. He flipped the covers back over himself, and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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~~~~~~~~ How was that??? Please review, this one was extra long!!! (for me, anyway) Especially for a first chapter. Find out what happens next time on Jade Lake!!!