Chapter 2!
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The bell chimed as the door swung open. "Hello! What can I do you fo—"
At the sight of Wocky entering the ice cream parlor, the employee started to sweat. "Ah, h-hello, what I can you do for? … Ah! I mean…"
Trucy giggled. "I know what you're trying to say." She looked down at the barrels of ice cream. "I'll have…"
Wocky looked down at the barrels too, curious as to what she would get. When he looked up at the employee, he was a bit… jittery. The hell's his problem? He knows he shouldn't be starin' down a G with street cred like mine. As he threw a glare at the employee, he turned back to Trucy, who said she would get strawberry ice cream.
"Oh! And my friend would like to have a coffee ice cream, please," she added.
"Ah, yes, anything for the customer…" the employee quickly replied, scooping up their ice cream and handing it to them as fast as he could.
When he handed Wocky his ice cream, he saw that Wocky was still giving him a suspecting glare. He quietly yelped.
Trucy gave the employee a weird look. "Um, is something the matter—" Trucy looked at his nametag, "James?"
"N-no… nothing is the matter. Nothing at all! So!" he quietly clapped his hands together to lift the intensity he felt, and looked at the two of them, "Who's going to be the one paying?"
Trucy finally let go of Wocky's hand to raise hers up, and she already eating the ice cream. "I am!"
As James the employee nervously took Trucy's money, Wocky impatiently took a spoonful of coffee ice cream.
"H-h-here's your change, miss," James said, his shaky hand attempting to give Trucy her money.
"Yo, juss use your normal hand, man," Wocky said in an annoyed tone.
James alternated hands and dropped Trucy's change in her panties with a very confused look on his face. "Um, please come again?" He said as they walked out the door. The bell chimed again.
James couldn't see them anymore.
He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Boss Riavles? … Yeah. Wocky Kitaki just walked in with his girlfriend. … How do I know? They were holding hands. And, well, he was buying her ice cream. … She's dressed like a magician. And she holds her money in bloomers. … I'm not crazy. I put her change in her panties. … Well, Boss, this is our chance to get rid of the Kitaki heir, don't you think…? … Yes, Boss, I'll get info on her right away."
His phone beeped as their call ended. "Watch out, Kitakis, you'll be in need of a new heir soon." He cackled to himself.
Apollo had to kick the door open since his hands were busy holding the pile of boxes.
"MR. WRIGHT! I HAVE SOME TERRIBLE NEWS!"
Phoenix turned around. "What is it? Did she cancel on me…?"
"Huh?" Apollo said, putting down the boxes. "How could I even know that if I don't even know who your date is?"
"Oh. Well, that's good then," Phoenix replied.
Now that Apollo had a good twenty-second look at him, he noticed he looked… younger. His face was shaven, his hair was gelled into spikes—which made Apollo think, Hey, he copied my hairstyle,—and he looked sharp in the blue suit he was wearing.
"Nice suit, Mr. Wright," Apollo complimented.
Phoenix looked himself up and down, and adjusting his tie, he said, "Thanks. Honestly, I didn't think this would still fit me. Guess I'm lucky."
Apollo looked around the room. And as his eyes lay on the boxes of grape juice, he gasped. "MR. WRIGHT!"
"What is it?"
Apollo gulped. "It's about Trucy…"
Phoenix's eyes widened and he started shaking Apollo. "What? What happened to my sweetie?"
"She was with someone you know… a guy you know."
"Oh. Well, that's good then—Wait! A GUY?" He shook Apollo even more vigorously. "She knows she can't date until she's married!"
Apollo sweated a little, replying, "Mr. Wright, that's just… impossible."
He got close to Apollo's face. Apollo could see fire burning in his blue eyes.
"I want a name."
"You're not going to like it…"
"A name. NOW."
Apollo cringed, and forced "Wocky Kitaki" out of his mouth.
Phoenix froze for a minute.
"… Mr. Wright?"
He glanced at Apollo, and then plopped onto the couch. He was so weak and vulnerable when it came to Trucy. "Why?"
"Huh? Why what?"
"Why, of all the guys out there (even though she can't date any of them), did she choose that… delinquent slash gangster?"
"Well…"Apollo scratched his head. "I heard that girls really go for bad boys… I think."
Phoenix glared at him. "Not the answer I was looking for, but thank you."
Apollo had to cheer him up now. "Ah, cheer up, Mr. Wright. I'm sure you're looking forward to your date, since you're old and all…"
Phoenix glared at him. "I'm going to forget you even uttered that last part, Justice."
Apollo started to sweat even more. "Uh, thanks, Mr. Wright."
"Now scram. She'll be here any minute." Phoenix got up and started to check if his hair was alright.
"Okay," Apollo said, opening the door, "have fun on your date!"
Apollo walked out the door of the building. Then, a woman with long, black hair in a strange costume strolled by him. Huh, what's a woman like that doing in this building? he thought. Then it hit him like Pal Meratkis's car hit Phoenix. His jaw dropped. What the… How did Mr. Wright get a woman like that?
"You know," Trucy said, biting her ice cream cone, "you don't have to keep holding my hand."
Wocky blushed, and shot back, "Naw, shorty, this is a favor. Ya might get lost, y'know?" He couldn't eat his ice cream with one hand—it was in a cup.
They were strolling through People Park, and Trucy dragged him to a bench.
She sat, and made Wocky sit too. "See, your ice cream's melting!" she scolded. She popped the rest of her ice cream cone into her mouth and used her free hand to hold a spoon of ice cream.
"Here, say 'ah'!" She pushed the spoonful of coffee ice cream against his lips.
Wocky turned tomato red. "C'mon, shorty, a G don't need no one ta feed them nothin'—" Trucy pushed the spoon into his mouth as he yelled.
Trucy giggled. "See? Tastes good, right?"
Wocky swallowed the ice cream and blushed. "Yeah, it does. I can feed myself, shorty." He let go of Trucy's hand and took his spoon back. He put another spoonful in his mouth and she stared at him.
"Hey, Wocky," Trucy started, cocking her head to one side, "those fox ears make you look kinda adorable."
Wocky looked down at her, but couldn't bring himself to glare. He slumped his shoulders. "Ya think? My family's insignia's a fox, y'know, so I thought, 'Ta hell with it!' and I got these ears."
She giggled, and started feeling them. "Wow, they're soft. You don't gel them?"
He grinned proudly. "Naw. A G like me don't roll like that, yo." He looked down at him cup of ice cream. "Aw, crap. I was supposed ta have this with O.G. Crackers."
Trucy made him stand up and again and tugged on his arm. "C'mon, let's go to your shop to go get some," she chimed, grinning.
Apollo dragged himself around People Park, sulking. "How could have Mr. Wright met someone like that when he was a lawyer? Maybe she was a defendant…" he started to drift into his daydream of what would happen if he dated his defendants.
Mr. Wright was my first defendant. …I'll pass on dating him. Wocky was my second, and it looks like Trucy already has dibs on him… WAIT, I should be saying that I wouldn't date a guy! Machi Tobaye, my third—a guy too… And… Vera Misham. Huh. What would happen if I dated Vera? That's not such a bad idea…
His daydream was abruptly ended when she heard Trucy's giggle.
"Wocky, where's your shop?"
"Uh, it should be in this direction, yo."
"Okay," she said, "Then let's go, slowpoke!"
She pulled him by the hand again.
"Yo, shorty, slow down!"
When they were almost halfway down the block, Apollo muttered, "Why oh why do I keep running into you two today?"
From outside the Kitaki Bakery, Trucy could already smell their delicious muffins.
As Trucy was about to march in, Wocky wouldn't budge.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Trucy asked, trying to nudge him from behind.
Wocky looked at her. "It's nothin'. Juss that my pops might get the wrong idea if I walk in with you, shorty."
Trucy giggled. "Aw, come on, Wocky. If that happens, I'll just set him straight."
He smirked, confident that she would. "Awright. Le's go!"
As they both stepped in, a sensor made a ringing sound twice. Winfred Kitaki stepped out from the baking room in the back.
"Welcome," he said, and when he saw Wocky and Trucy, he said, "Oh. Welcome, miss, Wocky."
"Yo, pops," Wocky said, looking at the muffins in the display case.
Trucy smiled, and looked with Wocky. "Hello."
She saw a label that said "O.G. Crackers". "Wow," she said under her breath, "those look good."
Wocky grinned. "Yo, pops, two O.G. Crackers."
Winfred opened the case and pulled out two muffins. "Here."
Wocky grabbed the two and handed one to her. "Here, shorty."
As Trucy took a bite, her eyes widened. "Whoa… These are amazing!"
He grinned even more.
Trucy looked at the other pastries on display and noticed something—even though they were all muffins, none of them actually had the word 'muffin' in their names.
Trucy giggled, and thought, I bet Wocky comes up with the names. The labels for the different flavors of muffins read things like "O.G. Crackers", "Street Cred Bread", "G Tarts", and "Bizzoy Cakes".
"Hey, Wocky, can I try a Bizzoy Cake?" Trucy asked, taking the final bite of the O.G. Cracker.
"Ya heard her, pops," Wocky said, nudging at his dad.
At Trucy nibbled on the Bizzoy Cake, she realized it was chocolate-flavored. "Mm," she said, still nibbling, "this is REALLY good!"
Wocky said, "Yeah, my pops is really good at it, y'know?"
After Trucy had finished, she picked out her panties; this didn't put a surprised look on Winfred's face at all.
"For the O.G. Cracker and Bizzoy cake… Here is $3.60."
As Trucy was about to pull out the money, Wocky stopped her. "Naw, no need, shorty."
Winfred replied to her, saying, "It's on the house." It almost looked like he was smiling.
"Well, we outta here, pops." Wocky and Trucy walked out of the bakery.
Winfred walked to the back room again, and murmured, "Wait until Plum hears that Wocky has a nice, decent girlfriend…"
When the two walked back into People Park, Trucy looked at the sky. It was pretty dark already. "Thanks, Wocky, for the fun day," she said, smiling.
He messed with his orange tail. "No problem, shorty."
She turned around and started to walk away. "Well, I'll see you next time!"
Yeah, Wocky thought. He realized he was still holding the brown paper bag he had in his hand. "Oh, yo, shorty."
"Hmm? What is it?"
He walked up to her, and handed her the bag. "Have it."
"Ah! Are you sure?" She looked from the bag to Wocky. "You don't want it?"
He laughed a little. "Shorty, my pops owns the shop. I can get those O.G. Crackers whenever I want, yo."
Holding the bag, she started to walk off again. "Thanks, Wocky!"
"Yeah, yeah, don't get lost on your way home, awright?"
"I won't get lost, don't worry!" Trucy said as she waved one hand in the air.
When Trucy was out of sight, Wocky walked back into Kitaki Mansion. When he was about to enter his room, his mother stopped him.
"Wocky," she said, "Why are you grinning so much?" This was new for Wocky—he usually moped around ever since Alita was sent to jail.
Wocky turned to look at her; he wasn't grinning anymore. "It's nothin', Ma." He entered his room, closed the door, and turned all three locks on it.
Little Plum sighed. What's gotten into him? I swear…
