AN: Weee! A new story for me! I thought my other one, "When you can't face the Present" wasn't doing too well, so I decided to do this on the side to see if I work better with stories in modern times. Hope you enjoy, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review.. I hardly ever get any...rather depressing...*sniff* ^-^
Just another day in hell…
Aoshi wanted to kill someone. Anyone. He was not very good at dealing with humiliation, and his co-workers were learning to steer clear from him even though Aoshi had worked there for a grand total of twenty minutes. He hated yellow. Hated it. He hated the smell of grease. He hated Happy Snax Buckets. And most of all he hated being within a 40 yard radius of his new job location.
That's right, Aoshi was working at The Kickin' Chicken Palace. And he was loathing every minute of it. He had a good feeling that no one he knew would see him here.
"Welcome..to..the..Kickin..Chicken..Palace.." Aoshi forced the words out of his mouth, gritting his teeth. The customer flicked a scared smile and him and squeaked their order.
"A number five combo, hold the mustard." He grumbled into the mike. While they were waiting for the meal, a tall man lumbered up to the counter.
"Hey YOU! I ordered fries to go with this, not onion rings!"
"Well, onion rings it is then! Be grateful I gave you any side-appetizer, dammit!" Aoshi turned around, only to find that he had just exploded at his Gym teacher, Seijuro Hiko. This day could not get any worse…
**
Kenshin turned his face sideways to get a better glimpse of himself in the mirror. Sighing, he wiped away a streak from his eyeliner. Next he pulled out his black lipstick, completing the look. He ruffled his hair up a little, then stepped back. Yep…eyeliner…lipstick…earrings…everything was in check.
Kenshin was one of the most notorious Goths in his high school. It was either black or nothing, with the occasional red or gray.
He left a note for his roommates that he was going out to meet Sano, who had just called and sounded like a raving lunatic. Must've gotten high off of his random junk he collected again…Kenshin didn't care what other people and drugs did, but he was never one to mix with them himself. The only person he wished would stop doing drugs was Sano. It was a bit of a bad mix, what with his incredibly low IQ; though Kenshin did admit he had a great personality when he wasn't stoned.
Kenshin pursed his lips, irritated at the feel of gooey lipstick on them…but hey, as long as he could express the fact that he HATED just about everything…that was fine with him.
**
Soujiro plucked at his guitar mindlessly. It was not that he didn't like classical guitar, on the contrary, he liked it. That was the only reason he was sitting there in the dorm of Eldewater High School. His classical guitar playing had gotten him a scholarship, and a good one at that. The thing was…that was all he studied in his music class. The style didn't vary too much, and frankly, he was bored with it. He would rather be playing in a punk rock band, with loud, jarring sounds. Soujiro fingered his newly aqua-dyed hair. He was definitely punk.
He had tried convincing his roommates, Aoshi and Kenshin, to join a band with him. He had heard Kenshin singing in the shower, which was excellent. However, when he mentioned this to Kenshin the only thing he got was a glare and a slap across the back of his head, which solved the matter that Kenshin did *not* sing in the shower. Soujiro had thought Aoshi would be an asset to the band by drawing crazed teenage girls as fans, which would definitely boost profit since they were obsessive enough to buy all merchandise that had anything to do with the object of their obsession. But Aoshi merely twitched his eyebrow and gave a firm "NO." Eh, they were too Goth for a punk band anyway. They'd ruin the action.
Suddenly to door burst open, and Kenshin walked in with Sano leaning on him. Soujiro smiled and waved at them.
"Sano staying the night again?" He asked, making sure he'd have to prepare an extra dinner.
"Yep.." Kenshin sighed.
"My name's not Sano…it's Monkey Ass!" Sano drawled, laughing hysterically.
"…Monkey Ass is pretty fucked up this time, isn't he?" Soujiro muttered.
"You have no idea." Kenshin sighed, pushing Sano down on the couch. Aoshi came in from The Kickin' Chicken Palace, tearing off his bright orange apron and yellow shirt.
"Hey Sano." He grumbled.
"His name is Monkey Ass." Soujiro nodded. Aoshi just stared at him.
"Monkey Ass….fits him well." He replied, stalking to the bathroom.
"Weee! I'm a DINOSAUR! Rawr!" Sano shouted giddily, pawing at the air and gnashing his teeth.
"I'm supposing it wouldn't be wise to mix sleeping pills with the drugs he's already on." Soujiro looked up at Kenshin hopefully, wishing there was a way to shut Sano up.
"Sou, I don't know if it's a good idea to give him a glass of orange juice."
"Hey Aoshi! Can we get free meals at the Kickin' Chicken?" Soujiro asked. He was tired of cooking, and it always seemed like it was his night to make dinner.
"I..am..NOT..going to that blasted dump again today. And I refuse to eat there after what I have seen."
"…Oooh! The secrets of fast food!"
"Believe me, kid…you don't want to know. If I tell you, every bit of fast food you've ever eaten will regurgitate itself."
"Okaaaay…fast food is out of the question.."
The three boys sat in silence, watching the ever-amusing Sano ride out his trip.
"Well, I've got Chemistry to do." Kenshin sighed, dragging himself off to his room.
"I'll make dinner. Aoshi, you watch Sano." Soujiro said, standing.
"Why me?"
"Because, Aoshi, your menacing presence can silence anyone."
**
The next morning, the four boys walked into their first Health Class. It was the beginning of 2nd semester, and it replaced their previous semester of Beginning Psychology. Somewhat nervous, they sat down close together. More students filed into the cold classroom. The bell rang, and an irritated, bandaged man walked into the room.
"Professor Shishio!" Kenshin hissed to his comrades.
Professor Shishio made the whole classroom go dead silent. He slowly turned to face his new students, and burning red eyes glared at them from a gap in the bandages.
"My name is Professor Shishio. I am obviously your Health teacher. I used to teach Chemistry but there was a little…mishap." He twitched with anger. "Now, we shall start out with the first aid chapter and learn about burn wounds so that you can actually HELP someone unlike the dolts in the emergency room."
A few kids snickered. They had heard about the "mishap" in the Chemistry lab from the seniors, who were then freshmen at the time. Apparently, Professor Shishio had been demonstrating one day when some students decided to replace one chemical. It was supposed to be harmless, but it would produce an undesired effect, therefore making Shishio look like a complete idiot. What ended up happening, was that some other students switched out the chemical the OTHER students were going to use, and Professor Shishio was burned to a crisp. Unfortunately, he did not retire.
"Alright, Monkey Ass…give me the definition for a 3rd degree burn." Soujiro said, quizzing Sanosuke.
"What? Why did you just call me Monkey Ass?!" Sano cried, making a fist.
"Oh, I could have sworn that's what you told me your name was last night…" Soujiro smiled innocently.
"Oh…" Sano murmured, putting down his fist. "Mental note to self: Whatever I took last night isn't to be experimented with again."
"Now if only you'd say that for all the other drugs you're on…" Kenshin sighed.
"I'm doing the best I can, okay?" Sano snapped.
The phone rang, and Shishio snatched it up.
"Hello? Dammit, Yumi! How many times do I have to tell you not to call me in the middle of a class!" There was a pause, and then Professor Shishio's face fell. "Now, now Yumi…sweetie….darling…I'm sorry. No, really…pookie baby. I do love you! Baby doll!" Shishio suddenly realized what he was doing in front of his students. He glared at them and told them he'd take his call outside, and that they'd better behave while he was out of the classroom.
Yep…just another day in hell, right?
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Just another day in hell…
Aoshi wanted to kill someone. Anyone. He was not very good at dealing with humiliation, and his co-workers were learning to steer clear from him even though Aoshi had worked there for a grand total of twenty minutes. He hated yellow. Hated it. He hated the smell of grease. He hated Happy Snax Buckets. And most of all he hated being within a 40 yard radius of his new job location.
That's right, Aoshi was working at The Kickin' Chicken Palace. And he was loathing every minute of it. He had a good feeling that no one he knew would see him here.
"Welcome..to..the..Kickin..Chicken..Palace.." Aoshi forced the words out of his mouth, gritting his teeth. The customer flicked a scared smile and him and squeaked their order.
"A number five combo, hold the mustard." He grumbled into the mike. While they were waiting for the meal, a tall man lumbered up to the counter.
"Hey YOU! I ordered fries to go with this, not onion rings!"
"Well, onion rings it is then! Be grateful I gave you any side-appetizer, dammit!" Aoshi turned around, only to find that he had just exploded at his Gym teacher, Seijuro Hiko. This day could not get any worse…
**
Kenshin turned his face sideways to get a better glimpse of himself in the mirror. Sighing, he wiped away a streak from his eyeliner. Next he pulled out his black lipstick, completing the look. He ruffled his hair up a little, then stepped back. Yep…eyeliner…lipstick…earrings…everything was in check.
Kenshin was one of the most notorious Goths in his high school. It was either black or nothing, with the occasional red or gray.
He left a note for his roommates that he was going out to meet Sano, who had just called and sounded like a raving lunatic. Must've gotten high off of his random junk he collected again…Kenshin didn't care what other people and drugs did, but he was never one to mix with them himself. The only person he wished would stop doing drugs was Sano. It was a bit of a bad mix, what with his incredibly low IQ; though Kenshin did admit he had a great personality when he wasn't stoned.
Kenshin pursed his lips, irritated at the feel of gooey lipstick on them…but hey, as long as he could express the fact that he HATED just about everything…that was fine with him.
**
Soujiro plucked at his guitar mindlessly. It was not that he didn't like classical guitar, on the contrary, he liked it. That was the only reason he was sitting there in the dorm of Eldewater High School. His classical guitar playing had gotten him a scholarship, and a good one at that. The thing was…that was all he studied in his music class. The style didn't vary too much, and frankly, he was bored with it. He would rather be playing in a punk rock band, with loud, jarring sounds. Soujiro fingered his newly aqua-dyed hair. He was definitely punk.
He had tried convincing his roommates, Aoshi and Kenshin, to join a band with him. He had heard Kenshin singing in the shower, which was excellent. However, when he mentioned this to Kenshin the only thing he got was a glare and a slap across the back of his head, which solved the matter that Kenshin did *not* sing in the shower. Soujiro had thought Aoshi would be an asset to the band by drawing crazed teenage girls as fans, which would definitely boost profit since they were obsessive enough to buy all merchandise that had anything to do with the object of their obsession. But Aoshi merely twitched his eyebrow and gave a firm "NO." Eh, they were too Goth for a punk band anyway. They'd ruin the action.
Suddenly to door burst open, and Kenshin walked in with Sano leaning on him. Soujiro smiled and waved at them.
"Sano staying the night again?" He asked, making sure he'd have to prepare an extra dinner.
"Yep.." Kenshin sighed.
"My name's not Sano…it's Monkey Ass!" Sano drawled, laughing hysterically.
"…Monkey Ass is pretty fucked up this time, isn't he?" Soujiro muttered.
"You have no idea." Kenshin sighed, pushing Sano down on the couch. Aoshi came in from The Kickin' Chicken Palace, tearing off his bright orange apron and yellow shirt.
"Hey Sano." He grumbled.
"His name is Monkey Ass." Soujiro nodded. Aoshi just stared at him.
"Monkey Ass….fits him well." He replied, stalking to the bathroom.
"Weee! I'm a DINOSAUR! Rawr!" Sano shouted giddily, pawing at the air and gnashing his teeth.
"I'm supposing it wouldn't be wise to mix sleeping pills with the drugs he's already on." Soujiro looked up at Kenshin hopefully, wishing there was a way to shut Sano up.
"Sou, I don't know if it's a good idea to give him a glass of orange juice."
"Hey Aoshi! Can we get free meals at the Kickin' Chicken?" Soujiro asked. He was tired of cooking, and it always seemed like it was his night to make dinner.
"I..am..NOT..going to that blasted dump again today. And I refuse to eat there after what I have seen."
"…Oooh! The secrets of fast food!"
"Believe me, kid…you don't want to know. If I tell you, every bit of fast food you've ever eaten will regurgitate itself."
"Okaaaay…fast food is out of the question.."
The three boys sat in silence, watching the ever-amusing Sano ride out his trip.
"Well, I've got Chemistry to do." Kenshin sighed, dragging himself off to his room.
"I'll make dinner. Aoshi, you watch Sano." Soujiro said, standing.
"Why me?"
"Because, Aoshi, your menacing presence can silence anyone."
**
The next morning, the four boys walked into their first Health Class. It was the beginning of 2nd semester, and it replaced their previous semester of Beginning Psychology. Somewhat nervous, they sat down close together. More students filed into the cold classroom. The bell rang, and an irritated, bandaged man walked into the room.
"Professor Shishio!" Kenshin hissed to his comrades.
Professor Shishio made the whole classroom go dead silent. He slowly turned to face his new students, and burning red eyes glared at them from a gap in the bandages.
"My name is Professor Shishio. I am obviously your Health teacher. I used to teach Chemistry but there was a little…mishap." He twitched with anger. "Now, we shall start out with the first aid chapter and learn about burn wounds so that you can actually HELP someone unlike the dolts in the emergency room."
A few kids snickered. They had heard about the "mishap" in the Chemistry lab from the seniors, who were then freshmen at the time. Apparently, Professor Shishio had been demonstrating one day when some students decided to replace one chemical. It was supposed to be harmless, but it would produce an undesired effect, therefore making Shishio look like a complete idiot. What ended up happening, was that some other students switched out the chemical the OTHER students were going to use, and Professor Shishio was burned to a crisp. Unfortunately, he did not retire.
"Alright, Monkey Ass…give me the definition for a 3rd degree burn." Soujiro said, quizzing Sanosuke.
"What? Why did you just call me Monkey Ass?!" Sano cried, making a fist.
"Oh, I could have sworn that's what you told me your name was last night…" Soujiro smiled innocently.
"Oh…" Sano murmured, putting down his fist. "Mental note to self: Whatever I took last night isn't to be experimented with again."
"Now if only you'd say that for all the other drugs you're on…" Kenshin sighed.
"I'm doing the best I can, okay?" Sano snapped.
The phone rang, and Shishio snatched it up.
"Hello? Dammit, Yumi! How many times do I have to tell you not to call me in the middle of a class!" There was a pause, and then Professor Shishio's face fell. "Now, now Yumi…sweetie….darling…I'm sorry. No, really…pookie baby. I do love you! Baby doll!" Shishio suddenly realized what he was doing in front of his students. He glared at them and told them he'd take his call outside, and that they'd better behave while he was out of the classroom.
Yep…just another day in hell, right?
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