Okay, I am thoroughly prepared for this story to royally suck. I don't know what I'm doing, I just want to write and this is what's coming of that. Just a little warning for you all. Hey, maybe that'll make it better, you never know right? Anyways, to just stop with a teaser would be cruel so I'm taking my need to write out on this. Sorry once again. Review and let me know if it's as bad as I think it will be.
Disclaimer: Why do we have to write this every time? Don't you think people have figured out by now that we don't own this stuff? We just like to use the characters in our strange and sometimes sick fantasies, is that really such a hard concept to grasp? Okay I'll stop and just say it; I don't own Fushigi Yuugi or anything. The only thing I can put to my name is the pile of books I just bought for history class. Happy now?
Stepping StonesChapter 1
By: Meg-chan
It was 5 o'clock in the morning in western Massachusetts, and the rest of the Eastern Standard time zone. Normal people would still be sleeping at this time, which is exactly why the main characters of this story are asleep. While they are a bit odd and quirky at times, they are normal. Perhaps we should let them sleep a bit longer, seeing as neither of them got much sleep last night…
Since they are unavailable to tell you why there was such little sleep to be had I guess you will have to make do with hearing the story from me. And no I did not get this story from another source nor am I biased about it. I am merely the all-knowing impartial narrator. I hope I will suffice…
Well, what happened is this. You see, Houjun and his best friend Genrou are both attending college at the University of Massachusetts, more fondly known as UMass. They have known each other for years, their fond memories of each other reaching way back to their youths in the slums of New York… Wait… Oh, I'm sorry, forget the whole New York thing, that's the wrong story. Man, I really ought to get a secretary… Anyways, Houjun and Genrou grew-up together in China actually and were here on an exchange program (Yes, that is the real story). They were rather well off, and their parents wouldn't hear of their sons living in dorms of all things so they gave the money for an apartment not far from campus.
Now that you know their backgrounds, this is where this portion of their story begins. Houjun had gone into Boston for the day, now from where they were living that was not an easy feat. Somehow, while riding the T (1), he had managed to loose his key to the apartment. Luckily Genrou had been home when he returned. Houjun had gone to a locksmith right away to get a new key made, but he had yet to pick it up. The next day Houjun and Genrou were leaving for their afternoon class when Houjun asked him to make sure he was home by 7 because he had a test that he needed to study for that was being held on the next day. Genrou simply nodded, and they went their separate ways. He was far too worried about the extremely large Chemistry test he was about to take to be too aware of anything. That might explain why you would find three up ended trashcans along with a few fallen people in his wake.
Well, what happened after that is pretty simple. Genrou ended up acing his test so him and some buddies went out to celebrate. They were out pretty late… With all the excitement and alcohol Houjun and his lost key were pushed from the mind of the college student. What else would you expect? He was a college student in his element, partying! I mean come on… Anyways, by the time he was sobered down a bit and finally back home it was well into the next day. Needless to say, when Genrou finally returned home, Houjun was more than a little tweaked… So now they are sleeping, trying to get as much as they can before they must awake. I wonder if Houjun will be talking to Genrou this morning? Oh damn, I'm supposed to know that! I'm all knowing after all… let me go check my memo… Ahh, okay, here it is. Well, now I know but I don't really feel like sharing.
Hey look! It's 7 a.m. now!! Yes it is, don't argue with me. Genrou's alarm clock went off, Running Down a Dream by Tom Petty began blearing at top volume. Had he not been thoroughly depressed and tired it would have been a really good opening to a teen movie.
He staggered out of bed and managed to find his way to the bathroom. The red head was well built, very tall and a bit on the skinny side. His tan body and defined features made him very appealing to members of both sexes, but we won't get into that right now. He haphazardly reached for his toothbrush and in the process he succeeded in knocking over a glass, three bottles of some type of hair product, and four bottles of lotion. Genrou had an odd love for Bath and Body products, especially their lotions. That's why there was so much lotion in the bathroom.
While brushing his teeth, Genrou recalled the events of the previous night. He groaned and dropped his hand. His toothbrush hung from his slightly parted lips as he stared bleakly into the mirror, hoping that perhaps it would look better than the world out here, but alas it did not. The red head leaned forward, banging his head on the large mirror that covered the wall. The toothbrush slipped and clattered in the silence as it fell into the sink. "Gods, I am such a friggin' idiot."
Genrou's head ached now, from both his slight hangover and banging it against the mirror. He grabbed some aspirin from a bottle in the closet and went to take a shower. As soon as he was finished, he stepped out of the shower grabbed a towel and went back to his room. Their apartment was large enough for each of them to have their own room, and Genrou was thankful for that at this moment. The clock next to his bed now read 7:24. If Houjun was still here he would probably be in the kitchen, studying. Genrou finished dressing, a pair of rather big khaki colored cargo pants, his favorite pair of red converse sneakers, and a t-shirt courtesy of a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. Once he was ready (he didn't even bother looking at his hair, he liked the natural look) he walked out of his room and into the living room and from there he proceeded to the kitchen.
Upon arriving there, Genrou discovered that it was indeed empty. He walked to the pantry to find a granola bar when a scrap of paper on the kitchen table caught his eye.
Genrou,
I'm sorry I blew up at you like that last night. It wasn't like me at all; please let me make it up to you. I'll be home right after class today, probably around 3. You have class until 6, right? Well, how about I make dinner for us if you don't have plans. Call me if that won't work, otherwise I'll see you tonight. Have a good day!
Sorry again,
Houjun
Genrou sighed. While it was good that Houjun wasn't mad at him, the fact that he was sorry bothered the red head. What reason did he have to be sorry, Genrou was the one that had screwed up. Really badly at that. Like REALLY REALLY badly. A person could at least be considerate of their best friend, but apparently that was beyond Genrou. If anyone should be sorry it was him. Houjun did this every time. He wanted people to be happy, but in doing so he blamed himself for everything, it was ridiculous how much he said, "I'm sorry." Genrou picked up the phone and dialed the number of Houjun's cell phone.
Genrou waited patiently as the phone rang. After a few moments, Houjun picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Houjun. It's me. I just got yer note."
Houjun paused. "Oh, is everything alright?"
"Actually, no it ain't. You are not cookin' dinner fer me after what I did. I'll be home when my class is over an' then I'm takin' you out. If I get there an' find that anything has been cooked or any dishes are dirty, I swear, then you'll be sorry. Ya got that?"
Houjun was a little taken aback by the sudden outburst, but he complied. When Genrou used that tone you didn't cross him. If you did it was an almost certain death wish. "A-alright. If you insist."
Genrou said good-bye and then they both hung up. He was looking much more at ease now that he had made it clear what was happening that night. He picked up his books from his room and then walked out the door. He was about to be late as it was.
Well, that's the first chapter. Did it completely suck?? Tell me if it did, but in a nice way okay? Well, I'm tired now so I'm going to sleep. If you like this and review nicely I may just actually continue this. Good night everyone!!!
