Wild Cherry Chews

Woohoo! It's chapter two! And ohmygod, it rhymed! XD Anyways… I'm grateful for all your reviews. One reviewer said they didn't get email often, but when I tried to email them, it said that the email address was invalid! D: It made me sad. Anyways… If that was you, make sure you put the right email address into your review this time! Anywho. On with chapter two! (OHMYGOD, ANOTHER RHYME!) I own noshing in hurrrr. Not even Mountain Dew. D:

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Chapter Two:

Shion made her way towards Allen's work in Second Miltia, casting glances over her shoulder every so often, to take a look back at the studio she used to work at. Yes, poor Shion just got fired. She kicked a rock towards a passing car, and it hit the road, and bounced up, smashing part of the windshield. The alarm went off, and the driver slammed on the brakes, losing control of the blue car, crashing into a studio wall. Her eyes went wide, and she ran off, her feet carrying her as fast as she could. She toppled over a small person, thinking it was a child, and sat up as fast as she could, looking highly remorseful.

"Ohmygosh, I am so sorry!" She cried, reaching out. A small person turned around, shaking their head at her. Shion felt her voice disappear.

An extremely short man stood in front of her, in a pink, leather miniskirt, and a purple camisole, furry pink high heels and a fluffy, too long rainbow boa. She could see bra straps, and looked down. They'd stuffed the bra with a material not very breast oriented.

"Nah, hun, don't worry," he said, touching her knee lightly. "It's all good." He jogged off in his pink, furry high heels, and his miniskirt. The man could certainly run about in heels and not fall over!

"M-Midget transvestite?" Shion muttered to herself, blinking as the small man yanked up his skirt and adjusted his chest, turning the corner. She shook her head, then stood up and quickly made her way towards the grungy outer skirts of the city, where Allen worked.

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"…Welcome to Hooters, how may I help you?" A small, light-cherry haired girl asked, pulling an order pad out of the pocket of her small shorts. The two men looked up, expecting a thin, busty, tall woman ready to flirt with, but then they were face to face with the girl, who looked about thirteen. Their expressions dropped.

"…Aren't you a little young to be working here, little girl?" The older man asked, tilting his head at her. She shook her head.

"Nope. I'm nineteen," she said. The men's jaws dropped.

"Bullshit," the younger one raved. The girl shook her head at him. "There is no way you're nineteen."

"Yes, I am. Anyways… My name is Momo, and I'll be your waitress for today. Can I take your drink orders?" She asked, pulling a pen out from her high ponytail and putting it to the notepad. The men hesitated, still staring at her. She coughed loudly.

"Oh, right, right. Uh, I'll have a Coors light," the older man said, setting his menu down and looking up at Momo, who nodded, and wrote it down.

"And I'll take a Pepsi," the younger man said, smiling at Momo. In response, Momo, of course, smiled back.

"I'll be back with your drinks momentarily, gentlemen," she said, walking off, into an office. The men looked at each other in confusion.

"Mom!" She cried, leaning against the door. Juli stumbled out of a large, movable closet, looking flushed, and her senses extremely heightened. (A/N: -Gigglesnort-)

"Yeeehhpp?" She asked, fixing her hair, looking like she was ready to fall over.

"Do we carry Coors Light?" She asked, racking her brain to remember.

"Yes, it's behind the bar, in the cooler on the left. The purple cooler," Juli said, smoothing out her hair some more, almost losing her balance once again. Momo nodded, then exited the room, closing the door lightly behind her.

"Okay, coast is clear," Juli said. Ziggy stumbled out of the closet, grinning and laughing as he wrapped his arms around her. She grinned as well, then placed a kiss on his cheek.

"One month anniversary, hon," she said, kissing him again. He kissed back, then pulled away.

"Want to go out for dinner tonight or something?" He asked. She nodded in agreeance.

"Well, I've gotta get back to work out there…" Juli stated, yawning and squeezing out of his arms. She waved, then left the room. Ziggy sighed and sat back down at his desk, doing his taxes. When're we gonna break it to her? He pondered to himself, resting his chin on his hands thoughtfully.

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"Password?"

"…I'm here to see Allen," Shion said, glaring through the slit in which the man was staring at her through. His eyes widened and his head bobbed up and down.

"Ooh, you're Shion. Okay. C'mon in," he said, swinging open the heavy, steel door for her. She stepped in and he quickly shut it behind her, not wanting more attention to the Second Miltia mafia headquarters.

"Hi. My name's Jon," the man said, extending an arm to her. She nodded and shook his hand.

"Shion, obviously," she replied, pulling a piece of gum out of her pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth.

"Spare a piece?" He asked. She nodded.

"Sure," she said, taking out another piece and handing it to the tall red-haired man in front of him. He nodded and took the wrapper off, putting it in his mouth and chewing it anxiously.

"Gum binge. Trying to quit smoking," he said. "Allen's down there, first door on the left, playing poker." Jon pointed down the smoky, dim hall in front of him. Shion nodded.

"Thanks," she said, walking off down the hall, chewing on her Winterfresh and hoisting her bag up her back. She knocked on the wooden door on the first left. She could hear music and laughing coming from it. …Was this what Allen did all the time? Is this what he got paid for?

"Come in!" Someone yelled over the music and conversation. Shion twisted the shiny doorknob, and stepped inside, to see about five men sitting at a table, smoking cigarettes, drinking, and playing cards. Allen looked up at the door.

"Close the door would-" He stopped in the middle of you, and it came out like, "y-eww?" with a retarded 'ew' part. Shion cocked an eyebrow at him (which takes a lot of skill, mind you) and gave him a look like, 'Do you suddenly have Down Syndrome or something?' Can't say I've ever seen that look before, but I'll try it tomorrow.

"Shion!" He said in shock, yanking a cigar out of his mouth and snuffing it out in the large ashtray in the middle of the table. He set his cards face down, and stood up, grinning at the brunette at the door with the 'Down Syndrome' look on her face still. Not that SHE has Down Syndrome, but that would be funny, wouldn't it?

"Hey, it's the infamous Shion! Show us your gorgeous boobs, why don't cha?" One man said, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, and leaning back in his chair. Shion's face moved from 'Down Syndrome' to 'Allen, how dare you tell of my gorgeous breasts!' quickly. Allen winced.

"Darling, let me speak to you outside of the room," he said, stalking over to her, and opening the door, ushering her out quickly.

"Why did that guy just ask me about my boobs?" She demanded, folding her arms over her chest self-conciously.

"Good question. So, what are you doing here, Shion?" He said, changing the subject eagerly, smiling at her, and leaning against the wall.

"Well, I need a job," she said, biting her lip and looking down at the floor. Allen let out a hearty laugh.

"A job here? C'mon, Shion. You couldn't keep up," he said, giving her a wink, and nudging her. She kept a solemn expression.

"Allen, I got fired, so either you give me a job, or I end up a waitress at Hooters with Momo and Juli," she said. Allen's lips formed into a twisted grin, and he looked up, then back down at his girlfriend.

"That would be quite tasty," he said, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up, Allen. I need a job!" She retorted, punching Allen playfully. He let out a loud laugh.

"I can't give you a job, because it's not my job to do that."

"Oh… Well, that sucks."

"Yeah. I'll see what I can find for you, though," he said, stepping forwards and pulling Shion into a tight hug. "Love you and see you tonight. Dinner at your place?" He asked, planting a kiss on her forehead. She let out a soft moan of agreement, then pulled out of the embrace and set her lips on Allen's.

"You'd better get going. Jon's gawking," he said, giving her a wink, and mumbling through their lip contact. She pulled away and grinned.

"Bye," she said, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, then walking off towards the exit, hoisting her bag onto her other shoulder, for the strap had fallen off. Jon nodded at her as she came near to the door. She reached forwards, and twisted the large handle, and pulled back the strong, large, metal door. As the door closed behind her, Jon turned around, gave Allen a huge, ear-to-ear grin, and a thumbs up. Allen just rolled his eyes and walked back into the room he had been in earlier. He slammed it shut.

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"Uh, yeah, can I get a chili dog and a Mountain Dew?" A person with a hoodie on, and the hood thrown over his or her head asked. The hot dog vendor looked up, and gave them an odd look, then turned around and yanked a bottle of Mountain Dew out of a cooler and handed it to them.

"Mountain Dew," he said. The still anonymous person gave a nod, and took it gratefully, sliding a ten dollar bill into the man's hand.

"Keep the change," the person said, moving aside and waiting for their order to be finished. Another person in a hoodie stalked up.

"chaos, may we please leave?" She asked, throwing off her hood to reveal the blue-ness of KOS-MOS. chaos sighed and pulled his hood down.

"After I get moi chili dog, yes."

"Translation: after I get me chili dog, yes. chaos, are you Irish?"

"…No, that was French," chaos said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yes, but you're talking like an Irish, if you had said me instead of moi. Because moi means me in French. Some Irish people say me instead of my."

"KOS-MOS?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up," chaos commanded, rubbing at his temples. God, could his day get ANY worse? He just got fired from his job (in which he got A LOT of money!), an android was correcting his speaking, and all he wanted was a chili dog and a Mountain Dew. He twisted the cap off the bottle and took a gulp of the icy liquid. When he pulled it away from his lips, he choked.

"FRIGGIN CHEST FREEZE, AHHH!" He shrieked, clutching his chest in pain. He usually didn't freak out in public when he got chest freeze, but now it was a different story. There really wasn't a large amount of people around, not counting the hobos who were sleeping on benches, and KOS-MOS would probably only smack the crap out of him… Oh, shit. Wait.

"chaos," she said. chaos looked up, terrified, then saw her open palm coming towards his face. Suddenly, everything was in slow motion, and he heard himself go, "Nooo!" in a slow motion scream. SMACK.

Before KOS-MOS's palm had made contact with chaos's tan cheek, chaos had yanked his hand out of his pocket, and with super-uber-duper-'i'm lyke omg so much kewlier than j00'-rockin' your socks speed, smacked her first. She of course, still smacked him, but chaos didn't feel the impact, for he was too busy gawking at the mark he'd left on her cheek from his palm.

"Hehe, sorry, KOS-MOS," chaos said, withdrawing his hand, chuckling nervously. KOS-MOS stared at chaos in shock, then pulled her hand back.

"Uh, sir. Here's your chili dog," the vendor said, looking at chaos and KOS-MOS, almost terrified. chaos grinned and took his food.

"Thanks a lot," he said, taking a huge bite of the chili dog, and getting chili all around his lips, and almost up his nose. He snorted, then grabbed a napkin, and wiped his mouth. He followed KOS-MOS.

"Sho, where're go'n?" He asked, his mouth full of his food.

"Shion's apartment," she said, stopping at the corner of the sidewalk and pressing the button to walk across violently. chaos nodded at her, then choked.

"Whash?" He swallowed his food. "How come?"

"I am going to find both of you jobs," she said, pulling her hoodie down as the light turned into a person. chaos stepped forwards and made his way across the street, followed suit by KOS-MOS.

"Well, we can find our own jobs, you know. Why do you want to find us jobs?"

"Because you must work together," she said, once they both reached the other side of the street. Hehe, they're just like chickens… Why did chaos and KOS-MOS cross the road? To get to the other side! Bwahahahahah! Ahem.

"Um… Alright," chaos muttered, evading a stranger's shoulder, only to be hit in the knees with their briefcase. He let out a squeak, and quickly stood beside KOS-MOS, trying to give the impression of tall and strong, but failed miserably. "Why?" Suddenly, the android stopped moving, and looked down her nose at him darkly.

"Because the author is stuck," she said, in an extremely deep tone, which was almost Exorcist-like. chaos gulped.

"O-Okay…" He choked out, looking terrified. KOS-MOS backed away and continued walking, leaving chaos in a terrified wake. Jesus, if she scared him like that, then he'd probably end up crapping his pants when she found a job for him and Shion.

"chaos. Come on!" she screeched from up ahead, stomping her foot. chaos groaned and shuffled forwards, following her closely. He pulled the bottle of Mountain Dew out of his hoodie pocket, and took a few gulps, tipping his head back extremely far. Ahh, Mountain Dew… His serene drinking of the carbonated and extremely sugarfied liquid was interrupted as a baseball flew in his direction, knocked his Moutain Dew out of his hand, and it spilled all down his neck. The bottle fell to the ground and chaos yelled in alarm, looking up, to see a kid in a car, hanging out of the window.

"DRIVE-BY BASEBALL SMACK!"

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Chapter two is OVER! Celebration, everyone! Give me a review! Thanks! Love. Major props if you know where the 'drive-by baseball smack' is based from! Take a guess... Also, thanks to KOS-MOSrox for the idea for KOS-MOS being all Exorcist-y. Thanks alot, bud! -throws Ghiradelli squares at you- Reviewers shall get candy!

-Aeris