by Ranma Inverse
Author's notes: 1) I was kinda depressed when I wrote this, so you can kinda tell that in the fic..and I was stuck on all my other fanfics. 2) First person to guess who it is in the fic correctly AND giving me the pairing/couple they would like to see in a fanfic of mine gets that (say both who you think it is and the couple you'd like if you were right in a review!). A fanfic with their requested couple. (Preferrably not shounen-ai, as I'm no good at that..but if I must..I guess I will. x.X ) I think it's pretty obvious who the two people in this fic are. It ends with a lighter tone than it begins with. (Uhm..please don't flame me...)
It's also kinda short.
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I sighed and brushed my hair out of my eyes. It had only been so long since the end of the Turks. The only job I could find now were occasional dirty jobs that noone but a fellow Turk would risk to take and hope to live through.
I spit the cigarrette I was smoking out of my mouth and took a large gulp from a can of beer. I had almost lost my arm in the last sick job some whiny-assed punk had hired me for. I had managed to live through it and get the job done, but the prick had chosen to try and not pay me. Well, let's just say that's not what's on his mind anymore. Maybe a bullet or two, but nothing else'll ever be on his mind again.
I do this for her.
She was a turk too, but because she had still been working her way up the food chain, she could never find any good jobs. It didn't matter. I wouldn't have let her do any dangerous work anyway. I had convinced her to get a good, clean job in a resturant as a waitress. Not the best paying job, but combined with the shitload of money I earned, it made life a hell of a lot easier.
Yeah, that's what I said. Combined with the money I earned. We were living together.
She opened the door to the apartment without even bothering to knock or announce her presence. Her blonde hair had gotten longer, and so she now wore it in a ponytail. I liked it that way.
She looked at me with those innocent, killer-blue eyes and I froze in my place. She smiled at me and twirled around in an outfit I had never seen her in before. My mouth went dry.
"Look! I finally decided to show you my waitress outfit!"
She looked grea--what the hell? Other guys had seen her wearing this?! Jealousy grew, but I didn't say anything to her. I supressed a possessive growl and formed a smile.
"You look great." I spoke up. She beamed.
If she kept this up I was gonna have to spend half our money--which would be one hell of a shitload--on alcohol to stop my mouth from getting dry again. I was reminded of the beer in my hand and took a gulp.
"Thanks!" She said, and yawned. "It was
really busy today, and i'm tired. G'night!" She went into her
bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
And she, my friends, is the whole reason I'm still
alive. I do those dirty jobs that get me lots of money for her.
I'd do thousands more of them if she asked me to. But she never asked.
When we had first met, we had practically hated eachother. Then we
had gotten to slowly be friends...but, I wonder if she knew?
I'd do anything for her.