Hey, guys. I know it has been awhile since the release of my last chapter. Lately, I have been remiss about not enough GoGo X Hiro pairing without incidents. So, instead, I am making an arc about them living as roommates. Still working on the kinks, but the intention is based on comedy, dark comedy, and tongue-in-cheek. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
A cigarette was the first thing he must have in the morning. A habit he inherited from his father. Probably the only thing he had learned from his father since the man was in and out of prison since he was the tender age of six. If he wasn't busy being a low life in jail, then he was busy beating the living daylights out of his mother. And when he had any leftover steam, he and his older brother suffered his wrath. He questioned the sudden flashback as he lit his cigarette on the stove. He had run out of his lighter and was too tired to ask his roommate if she had one herself. Plus, she wasn't in the best of moods. It was best not to disturb her under she woke up.
He turned off the knob of the stove and commenced his morning smoke. Kool was his choice. Smoking the menthol flavored carcinogen was keeping his sanity this morning. He didn't get much sleep for he had a client the previous night. He knew she was the type to keep partying until she got her money's worth. Although he never consumed the drugs, he received the consequences when trapped in her pleasure. He wiped the sleepiness in his eyes, or at least the two hours worth he got when he came home. He went to the refrigerator to see if there were any eggs. Aside from the emptiness with the exception of baking soda, a half-drunk carton of orange juice, and a D-cell battery, there were eggs. He knew that his roommate had a leftover Philly cheese steak sandwich in the microwave, so it had to do until one of them go to the grocery store.
Hiro put two eggs on the skillet. He was cautious not to break the handle as it was their only skillet. As he added salt and pepper to the mix, he scanned on the calendar on the refrigerator door. Rent was due in a couple of days. He knew he had to think of something to acquire the money in time. It wasn't long that GoGo was fired from her job at the bakery. Her final paycheck was used as bond money after she assaulted her manager with the very frying pan Hiro was currently using. He was grateful that the cops returned it to them after taking pictures of it as evidence. He questioned his friendship/relationship with the volatile GoGo Tomago, but nevertheless, he cared for the girl. Plus, it was more of a penance to look after her after his brother's death. He made a promise at before Tadashi's grave that he was going to look after GoGo, no matter the cost.
Four years later and the words were becoming bitter by the second. He flipped the eggs so they wouldn't overcook. He reached into the open cabinet to retrieve a plate. He was on his second cigarette before hearing the door of their one-bedroom apartment open. Light footsteps came from the hallway and into the kitchen. She gave a glare before going into the bathroom. Hiro overlooked her smugness as he made his plate. With GoGo's leftover food, he put the bread in the toaster and used the meat and cheese for his scrambled eggs. He used the half-drunk orange for his drink. He sat at the table and said his grace before consuming his meal. He was on his fourth bite before she returned to the kitchen.
She was in her usual morning attire: panties with no shirt. She yawned and scratched under her breast before taking a seat across from Hiro. She took one of his cigarettes from the pack. She pulled a match from her hair and lit it against the table. She took a few puffs before blowing it into the air. Hiro was reading yesterday's paper. It wasn't long until GoGo saw Hiro's potluck concoction.
She snatched the paper from his hand. Hiro didn't even flinch. He took a sip of his orange juice before resuming his paper. "Why in the hell did you take my food?" GoGo's tone of voice was too loud for Hiro, but he was too tired to complain or to argue. He put down the paper and gave her a stare. He slowly took the plate from GoGo and resumed eating.
"One, payback for getting me caught up with that cranked chick from last night," he said calmly as he took another bite of his food. "Two, it is your turn to do groceries and three, because I have the right since I have been covering your ass for quite a bit now." Hiro continued eating until he wasn't in the mood. He slid the leftover plate back to GoGo. She furrowed her eyebrows, blowing smoke into his face as retribution.
"God, you can be a fucking bitch sometimes," she said as she stubbed out the cigarette. She took the plate and snatched the fork from Hiro. She took a few bites. She, however, asked Hiro for a drink of the orange juice, which he accepted. She took a few swallows. She looked at the kitchen, which was in dire need of cleaning. She then returned her sights on Hiro.
"If you are thinking about me doing it, then no," he said while looking at the paper. "Speaking of doing things, rent is due and I think it is time you should look for a job."
"Why is it my task to look for a job," she questioned.
"Because your ass got fired from the last one and we need things to keep us functioning."
"I thought your rentboy ass was going to cover it."
"My rentboy ass is covering it. My part of the bills to keep things going," answered Hiro as he took another smoke. "And besides, my ass is still sore from the bitch you set me up with. Why didn't you tell me she was that kind of chick?"
GoGo stuck her tongue out. "I thought you didn't mind that kind of action."
"At least warn me ahead of time, damn it. Anyway, I have been covering you for the last few weeks." He turned around to look at the clock. "And it is cramping my style."
"Well, sorry, your highness. I didn't mean to put your panties in a knot," she said with sarcasm from her voice. She smiled as she peered over to examine Hiro. "You are still wearing your panties, aren't you?"
"Too tired from last night. Plus, you locked the bedroom door. Had no way to get in," replied Hiro.
GoGo folded her arms. "Not my problem," she responded in a sing-song.
"It is going to be your problem if you don't find a job soon," he said with a smirk. "Or else, you are going to find a new place of residence."
"Hey," she interjected. "What about your promise you made to Tadashi?"
Hiro put his finger to his lips. "Um, promises? Tadashi? Not really ringing a bell."
GoGo flicked a little of the scrambled eggs onto Hiro's face. "Screw you then, you little punk." She lowered her eyes at the newspaper. She saw that Hiro was looking at the classified ads. They were circled in red. "Let me see what you got." Hiro slid the paper to her. She glanced for a few moments while scratching her underarms. She flicked the deodorant residue from her fingers as she was looking through the paper. What GoGo liked about Hiro's job selections was a ranking system. It was based on easiest to hardest of tasks. And by that, whatever job that was doable enough to keep GoGo from getting fired.
"There is an advertising agency looking for a phone receptionist," said GoGo. "Do I look like the type that answer phone calls?"
"Well, it is like this. Unless you plan to return to SFIT, there isn't really much choice in the matter of jobs." Hiro wasn't in his joking demeanor. One of the things he disliked about GoGo was her lack of effort of gaining or keeping a job. Since Tadashi's death, GoGo became distraught from working at the lab. After many weeks of absences, she failed the semester and following that, she withdrew from the university. As for Hiro's excuse of not attending the university, he wasn't ready to answer that question.
"Look," replied Hiro. "The job is part-time and it is low maintenance. It is a great start and I actually know the girl who works there."
"Really," questioned GoGo.
"I do," he said with a wink. "She is one of my clients and my occasional fuck buddy on the side." He got up to put the plate in the sink. He applied water to it before turning off the faucet. "I put that job as the first priority because I actually got your schedule for an interview."
"An interview? Really? Without my permission?"
"GoGo, sorry. But, unless you want us to live on the street, then I suggest you do this. At least go and check it out. It is not bad and she is a laid back chick. Trust me."
"Well, since you know her and you are sleeping with her, I guess I can give it a shot."
"Good, because the interview is today."
"What," she responded with a surprised look.
"Rent is due in a few days and the job pays weekly. What do you have to lose?"
GoGo sighed as she knew she didn't have much choice. "I think I will go back to the room and look for some clothes."
Hiro shook his head. "About that, you didn't do any laundry. So, you have to go to the laundromat and wash."
"Do I have time before the interview," she cried.
"Relax, I told her that you will meet her this evening around five. Trust me, she is really laid back. Also, I plan to see her tonight, anyway."
She groaned loudly. "Damn it! It sucks behind poor and broke."
Hiro grabbed her hand. "Lighten up. Shit happens, but it is what we do to break the chains. Anyway, you may want to get a start with laundry. Plus, it is your turn to do it." He pointed to the coin jar at the breakfast nook. "Your friend was kind enough to pay me in quarters."
GoGo laughed self-deprecatingly. "Sorry, Hiro. I should've explained how much of a quirk she is."
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Hiro tapped his fingers. "Well, I am going to bed. Have fun doing laundry, GoGo."
GoGo got up from the kitchen. She pursed her lips with a pout and swayed her hips to Hiro's direction. "Hiro, sweetie." She came from behind him, pressing her breast to his back. She blew into his ears. She let out a slight laugh. "Is there a way we can make a form of an arrangement?" She was gentle as she caressed his chest. She continued sliding until she made it to his groin. She continued rubbing until she could get a form of arousal, which none occurred.
"What the hell, Hiro," she cried.
"GoGo, you have used this stunt so many times that I have become immune," he said flatly.
She tsked at him. "Nobody has resisted my charms. Boys, girls, none. Are you sure you aren't swaying to the other side?"
"Wouldn't have a clue since you popped my cherry on the day of my brother's funeral."
"I was in mourning."
"Mourn your ass to the laundromat for me." Hiro stepped from GoGo. As he was making his way to the hallway, GoGo approached him from behind. She grabbed him by his waist and applied pressure to his ass. Hiro quickly blushed. GoGo reached inside of his pajamas where he cradled his penis. He was aroused.
"Now I remember how to goose you, you gander," she purred. "Let's make a deal. Sleep with me and we can do this together. And honestly, Hiro, I am in the mood."
Hiro shook his head with defeat. "Fine, but let's make it a quickie. I really need sleep."
She licked behind his ear. "You must've quickly forgotten about my style, foolish Hiro. So, I doubt you will be getting any sleep. Plus, I need your dead ass for laundry." She kissed him on his neck. "C'mon, let's fuck."
Hiro followed GoGo into their bedroom where they shared the same bed. As he questioned himself about his life choices, he still remembered the promise he made for Tadashi. For better or for worse, he will continue to take care of GoGo.
