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Chapter Two
Terminal
I laid in bed all morning, deciding on whether or not to return to Mr. Jiraiya's house or not. He certainly welcomed me with open arms, while his grandson rejected me on the spot. I had to decide soon, since I had work today. Maybe I could go afterwards, or before. I groaned. Why am I even thinking about this, I just met this guy. Why should I go back. Then I heard a knock on my door.
"Hinata?" The soft voice spoke.
"Yes" I said while my hands covered my eyes in frustration.
"Your going to be late for work" She bravely stepped in more into my room.
"No I'm not, I have another hour before I have to get ready" I rolled over to block her view.
"Father said the power went out last night, so all the clocks are wrong" I popped up from bed.
"And your telling me this now" I raised my voice at my sister, as I quickly dashed to the bathroom to shower. I guess this was one of the those days where time takes you not your plans.
I threw on my tan shorts and blue uniform shirt. Walking down the stairs quickly, I was met by father at the kitchen table. He looked up at me for a second from his paper and started to glare at me.
"Your late for work" He grunted and went back to reading the paper.
"Forgive me but I wasn't told the clocks were off" I said with some hate in my voice.
"Always be prepared for anything, now go" He scolded me. My father ended our miniature fights like that. Telling me to just go.
I left the room in a flash to grab my bike and continued off of my property. I peddled quickly down the street, making a right down the smoothly paved street. My purple speed bike was perfect for me for this trip, it was free and it saved me from riding with freaks on the bus system. Plus it was good for my health.
My mind began to wander during the time also, problem was it was wandering to the boy from yesterday, Naruto. I made a screeching halt before I went into traffic. I huffed at the thought of him. How could someone so hot, be such an ass. Just the way his sweat made his clothes stick to his body. His muscles bulging from the thin material. The perfect package missing the inner piece that's what he was.
I sighed and quickly peddled to get to my work before I was more late to work.
I worked in a small pizza shop on the corner of a busy square. The square was filled with clothing stores, food stores, restaurants, and any type of shop you could think of. The name of the place was called Pizza Bowl. Don't ask, they named it that way before I came along.
I parked and locked my bike for safety. And finished my trip into the small pizza shop.
"Hello Hinata" My boss said happily as I walked into the place.
"Mr. JoJo" That wasn't actually his name, but he loved to be called JoJo. That was one of the questions he asked during my job interview. If I had a problem calling him JoJo. I didn't so I got the job instantly. He was just a happy-go-lucky Italian family man. Aka the best boss in the world.
"How you doing today kid" He ruffled my hair.
"I'm fine. I'm so sorry I was late-" I began my apology.
"Oh hush now, the power went off in my house too. My clocks aren't even fixed yet." I laughed that was another thing I love about my boss, he was very understanding.
My first hour of work included prepping all of the sauces, toppings, and pizza dough. It was pretty slow, being it was only the afternoon, and the lunch rush wasn't that busy. Some people I knew from school would show up, some recognized me others didn't. But that was fine. I wouldn't be seeing them again, I would probably forget their names in the future as well.
Sakura and Ino even showed up. My boss loved them. He was always trying to get them to apply and work. But they always turned him down. Sakura had volunteering at the hospital, and Ino said she wouldn't be caught dead making pizza. That and she wouldn't give up putting on make up for a split second.
"Sorry about yesterday, Hinata" Sakura apologized to me out of the blue.
"For what?" I asked.
"For calling you a slug, it may not seem much to you, but you mean a lot to us both" Ino said without pulling out her phone to text.
"Its cool, you guys are right. I'm wasting my life. I don't have a freaking life to call my own" I said beginning to tune out.
"Ok, I'm not going to sleep at night in France, if I have the idea that your going to commit suicide while I'm gone." Ino said in a smartass way.
"Don't you guys have anything better to do then pestering me while I'm at work" I said to them.
"Oh come on Hinata, we are leaving next month. Don't you want to see us more" Ino acted like she was hurt, but I could see right through it.
"How did we even become friends in the first place?" I turned my back on them to continue making pizzas.
"Well Hinata we are going shopping, if you want you can come with us to get some coffee afterwards" Sakura was always trying to get me to do things with her. But today was one of those days I needed to think to myself.
"Sorry Sakura. But I don't feel like being buddy-buddy today" I told them, it made it seem like I didn't care. I just needed to sort out my thoughts before I blew my brain out of my head.
"Your loss, lets go Sakura" Ino pulled on Sakura's arm and began to lead her out the door. The pink haired girl stopped at the door and gave a slight wave. Sakura was the only one who made an effort to stay friends with me. Ino tried but she was just an impatient person.
Soon I was alone, Mr. JoJo stepped out of the place to run some errands. Leaving me by myself. I didn't care, I spent most of my life alone after my mother left. My father deemed me a lost cause and rarely spoke to me as a kid, my cousin shunned me like I had the plague. Not until the day he left for college, did he look at me like I was human and rubbed my hair like I was a dog. My whole family thought I was lower then them. In a way I was. My cell phone began to vibrate, I looked to find it was once again my mother. I ignored it, she would only make my mood worse.
"This place looks good" I heard someone say as they entered the door.
"It looks like a dump" Another person commented. I checked to find it was Mr. Jiraiya and Naruto from the day before. And to make my hormones worse, Naruto was wearing a black tank top showing off his broad shoulders. I nearly drooled over his body before smacking myself back into reality.
"Hello welcome to Pizza Bowl" I said quietly.
"Well if it isn't Hinata" Mr. Jiraiya's head instantly lightened up.
"Hello sir" I was shy under Naruto's glare.
"I guess the food seems good since Hinata works here, right Naruto" Mr. Jiraiya nudged Naruto's ribs.
"Its unhealthy" Naruto spit out.
"Oh come on, eat while you can son" Naruto slapped his hand away.
"I said no, and I'm not your son" The blonde boy turned around sharply and slammed the door loudly.
"Is he alright?" I asked.
"Don't worry about him. He is just an attention whore" Mr. Jiraiya laughed at loud. How could he say that about his own grandson? "So will you be returning to my house after work?" He asked poliety.
"Um, sure. I get off work at five" I said not even thinking.
"Very good" He chuckled then looked up at the menu. "Boy I wish I could have cinnamon sticks, I haven't had any in years" The old man soon turned and left the store to go look for his grandson.
I felt bad for that man, having to put up with a rude boy like Naruto. I guess there was a thing called unconditional love. Something I wished that I had in my life. That boy doesn't understand what he is missing out on.
I felt my pocket begin to vibrate once more from my phone. I checked and again it was my mother trying to reach me. I ignored it again. And placed my head against the electric device. Why was I having such a hard time dealing with this. I haven't spoken to my mother since the day she left 10 years ago.
Tears began to slide down my face, at the last memory I had of her.
I heard mommy and daddy arguing again as I sat up in my large bed. It almost became a normal routine for me. They would yell every night around this time since daddy would come home at night.
But this night felt a little different, I left the safety of my bed and placed my ear to the door. I heard mommy crying and my daddy's loud voice perfectly through the wooden door. Opening slightly the noises only became clearer and I went to the edge of the stairs to check what was going on.
I found that mommy was standing by the front door with a suitcase next to her. And as I said, tears poured down her face. Daddy's face was all red and also had some tears coming from his eyes as well.
"Your just going to leave like that!" Daddy yelled at the top of his lungs.
"You treat me like trash, Hiashi. I cant take it anymore!" Mommy began to weep once more.
"What about the girls? Are you going to leave them behind as well?" Was mommy leaving for a trip or something?
"Your making this harder, but I have to do this. Your going no where Hiashi and your taking me with you. I want to do something with my life, and be happy. I'm not happy here" Daddy seemed to be at a loss of words. "Good-bye Hiashi." Mommy turned around with her suitcase and began to leave.
"Mommy" I cried out. Stumbling down the stairs to stop my beloved from walking out of my life.
"Hinata go back to your room" Daddy tried to stop me but I ran past him and grabbed hold of mommy's leg. Refusing to let go.
"Let go Hinata" I heard mommy say above me.
"No, please stay mommy. Don't leave!" I cried into her pants material. "I promise I will be good, I wont cry ever again. I will always listen to you. Don't go" I wrapped my small hands harder around her.
"Hinata listen to me" I looked up at her. "Let go" Already regretting my promise I did what I was told. Hoping this small loyalty will keep her with me. But that didn't happen. She took one last look at me, "Stay" And walked out of my life into a yellow cab. Leaving forever.
I turned and sobbed into daddy's jacket, he rubbed my head. But did not offer any words of comfort. None. Ever.
I scratched the tears from my eyes when I heard Mr. JoJo appear in the kitchen.
"Its hot out there. Lucky we have air conditioning" The jolly man laughed. But I couldn't, I continued to stare at the floor. I heard a ring noise next to me from the computer. Telling us we had to make 50 pizzas for the local pool for delivery in the next half hour. I guess this would help clear my head.
"Holy buckets kid! Is this place trying to kill us or what" How could this man be so happy with his life? That was a mystery on its own.
I got up and tied an apron around me. Getting to work to relieve the pain in my heart. My phone ran from the seat behind me. But this time I had a reason not to answer it.
XX
I peddled slowly down the long street, while struggling to balance a box of cinnamon sticks on the handlebar. At the end of my shift, I managed to scrap together a treat for Mr. Jiraiya since he said he hasn't had cinnamon sticks in a while. They were a good treat. And helping people did make me feel good.
Soon I came across the familiar neighborhood I walked through yesterday. His house had a light orange shade to it. It was a two story, but it looked small enough to only have one room on the second floor. Next to the house was an attached garage, it was currently closed. But the car in the driveway confirmed they were home. And I was correct when I saw Mr. Jiraiya propped up on his porch swing like yesterday.
I rode up the driveway and leaned my bike against the old house.
"Hinata, I thought you weren't going to come for a second" He chuckled but began to cough rapidly.
"Are you ok" I rushed to his side.
"No, no." He took our a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe his mouth. "I'm fine, just feeling a little pit under the weather. He looked down at the box in my hand. "Whatya got there?"
"Oh um. I made you some cinnamon sticks. I thought you would like them" I was shy again when he gave me a slight glare.
"I don't like cinnamon sticks" He said seriously.
I gulped loudly.
"I love them!" He swiped them from my hand and opened them slowly like it was booby trapped or something.
"Finally I have them in my hands. My wife would make the best batch every time I would come home from my service" He ate them happily. "A bit cold, but otherwise delicious"
I took a seat on the porch step again. "Your wife must have been quite the cook" I tried to start a conversation.
"She was a very good cook. That's what she wanted to be when she grew up. Well we were both 18 when she said that, so she was kind of grown up already. Would you like to see her?" Mr. Jiraiya asked me.
"Sure" I expected an old woman to exit the house, but instead, he pulled out a picture.
"There she is. Isn't she beautiful. Her name is Kaya." He stroked the picture carefully.
"She is beautiful" I answered him. The woman in the picture had short brown hair that was streaked with grey. Her face was a bit wrinkled but she smiled none the less. And her light blues eyes were full of life.
"It will be 53 years next fall" I guess he was talking about his marriage to this woman. "I would like to brag but she cant even remember my name. I guess I'm not allowed to keep track anymore." He placed the photo back in his pocket.
"You mean she has-" He nodded.
"She's had it for 10 years now, I noticed when she began to forget where things were. Even forgetting who our only son was." He wiped tears from his face.
"I'm so sorry, I know what its like losing someone you care about"
"You lost someone too" The white haired man looked at me.
"Well, my mom walked out on me as a kid" I guess it wasn't the same but it still hurt.
"Not the same, but yeah I know what you mean. My father left my family also. Didn't bother me, you know why. The man was a bastard, but all men were at that time." Mr. Jiraiya laughed at remark he made.
I was a bit shocked and a little disturbed at the man next to me. He was kind and wise, but he was also a perv and made fun of his own family. But a thought occurred to me, of all people, why did he ask me to come to his house?
"Can I ask you something, Mr. Jiraiya?" I asked him, breaking his laughter.
"Yes dear"
"Why did you ask me to come to your house?"
"Well, my grandson doesn't like to spend time with me. He thinks I'm living in the past and that he has better stuff to do. I get very lonely. My son is off working in his own life. Trying to keep his marriages together. My wife is in a home. I saw you and noticed that you have lifeless eyes. We are both lonely in this cruel world. And soon we will both depart. You going to college and me" He looked down. "Lets just say, I wont be among the living." He had a sad smile.
"Why" I stood up.
"I have cancer of the lungs. And the doctor says I have until the end of the summer to survive."
I felt sick and felt my body lean against the porch pole for support. I felt my phone begin to vibrate…
Ok kind of short but I don't want to make it longer by adding stuff that's not needed. Hope you guys like it.
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