Okay, it's short. But, short chappies come sooner than long ones. So, if I miss a deadline, that chappie will be longer. For now though, 590-600 words is what I'm going for.
So, I finish unpacking the last of my boxes and look around my shabby apartment. It's perfect. Small, homey, lived-in. Just right for a single guy like me. Loud laughter drifts up from underneath me. Oh, that reminds me of the best part of this arrangement. It's above a restaurant that serves the best food.
Anyway, I head downstairs for some food. Myo-san, one of the waitresses, smiles at me and sits me at the bar. I order a pot-sticker plate. There's a girl with pretty, brown hair and a …man (woman?) that looks rather… exotic sitting about two seats down from me. I wonder what they're doing together, but, well, it's none of my business.
I like food. It's one of those things you can't live without, and I've never understood those people that hate it. All the different tastes and flavors… It's like people. Some are bland, others are spicy, and I suppose there has to be at least one person who's so delicious you can't help wanting more and more of them. Like watermelon flavored Jolly Ranchers.
I finish eating and pay up before heading out. I wander around a while before I figure out the right way to get to the store (stupid signs are too confusing). The cashier looks like he wants to kill himself. Stupid! If you hate your damn job, get a new one. …Well, I get some chips, chocolate and strawberry pocky, beer, and Dr. Pepper in those glass bottles that everyone seems to be selling lately.
As I go to check out, I see a beautiful girl in a purple kimono. She looks familiar, but it's the kimono that convinces me I've seen her before. I wrack my brain to figure out where I've seen her before. Hmm… Hmm… It's not like I've even lived here long enough to know anyone I don't work with or anyone that doesn't work at the restaurant. So who can this person be? I step out of line to ask her for her name.
"Hey, you look familiar. Have we met before?" I lean over her shoulder and grab a bag of chocolate chips. I don't want to seem too creepy.
"H-hunh? I-I don't know… I'm s-sorry." Those eyes… So beautiful… and sad… and close. I feel a shiver run down my spine.
"No, it's okay. My mind was just playing tricks on me or something." I can't turn away from those eyes. There's too much pain in them. Not even a heartless man could stand to see someone so pretty so hurt. "May I help you with something to make up for interrupting your shopping?"
"O-oh, I'm fine. Please, I d-don't want to be a bother. I'm sorry!" She bites her lip and looks down. "W-why am I so pathetic that a total stranger feels that he needs to go out of his way to help me…"
"Would you feel better if I told you I have nothing else to do right now? Honest, you'd help me out by making me do stuff for you." I try to smile at her, but this seems to upset her even further. I back away slowly; everyone's staring at me like I'm some kind of pervert or something.
Let's just say the run back to my apartment is the fastest time I've gotten yet.
Next chapter will be up by Wednesday or Thursday. Please review. Cookies if you can name all three Furuba characters that showed up today.