Okay. First off, thank you to YourSweetSinner, Madame RiverOtter, charontedemoness, Catspook, Ending Howard, Wild Okapi, and Madame RiverOtter(again) for reviewing. :) This story has a lot more reviews than I thought it would. Maybe that's just because there is a Metalocalypse category now, so people can finally actually find my stories. :)
I'm not sure if this chapter is as good as the previous two, but hopefully it's good enough...
Here goes:
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Nathan and Muderface walked down the sidewalk, silently. Ofdensen had told them to pair off and search for Toki. Skwisgaar had gone with Pickles, and Murderface and Nathan had gone together, even though none of the band mates knew each other very well, nor did they seem to particularly like each other.
"Where the hell are we schupposched to look for thisch kid?" Murderface complained, "I've never been to Schwitzerland... I don't even know where we are! How are we schupposched to know where to look?"
"Sweden," Nathan corrected, "I think we're in Sweden."
"That'sch what I schaid!" Murderface defended himself, "jeeze..."
Nathan frowned at him, "No you didn't," he muttered under his breath.
"What wasch that?" Murderface asked, as he knew Nathan had said something, but couldn't quite hear what it was.
"Nothing," Nathan told him, "alright... let's look for this guy then, okay? How 'bout... uh... in here," he suggested, pointing to the building they were standing next to on the sidewalk.
"That'sch a reschtaurant, ischn't it?" Murderface asked, "It looksch like one. I doubt if a homelessch kid would be in a reschtaurant, schince he doeschn't have any money..."
"I don't care," Nathan said, "if he's not in there, we'll just stay in there. I'm starting to get hungry... Wait... did you bring money with you?"
"Uh... Even if I did, why would I give it to you?" Murderface asked, "Juscht becausche we work together doeschn't mean I'm paying for schtuff for you."
Nathan sighed angrily, "did you bring money or not?" he asked, raising his voice, "I'll pay you back."
"Oh," Murderface said, "I guessch if you were going to pay me back, I'd loan you money. You know, if I brought money with me."
"So you didn't bring any?" Nathan asked, still sounding frustrated.
"No," Murderface finally answered the initial question.
"What are we going to do then?" Nathan sighed, "I don't want to walk all the way back to the hotel... We could steal a car..."
"Why don't we call Ofdenschen?" Murderface suggested.
Nathan took out his cell phone and simply looked at if for a few minutes, pushed a button, shook his head, looked at it some more, and then looked at Murderface, "I don't think I know his number..." he finally said.
"Well," Murderface suggested, "why don't you look on your contactsch lischt? He'sch probably on there."
"How do I get to the contacts list?" Nathan asked, more to himself than to Murderface, as he pressed random buttons on the phone. Though he had a cell phone, he rarely used it, and didn't really know how to work the various features.
Murderface looked over Nathan's shoulder, trying to explain what he himself was unsure of, "it's probably under schome schort of category... try going to 'tools' and... aww... uh... schomething..." he continued to try to tell Nathan what to do as Nathan pushed various buttons, "click on that right there... no... go back."
"Why don't you just go... over there," Nathan said, pointing away from himself, as he was beginning to get tired of Murderface trying to explain what he didn't even understand, "for a minute... just go over there."
"Over where?" Murderface asked, looking at Nathan's phone still, "try that thing on the side. Push that, and see-"
"Just go over there," Nathan told him again, "just get away from me a little bit."
"Hey," Murderface said to himself as he took a step away from Nathan, "maybe I've got hisch number in my phone."
Murderface took out his phone, and looked at it, pressing various buttons until he seemed to have reached his destination, to the contacts list, "I don't have any contactsch lischted," Murderface noted, "Hey Nathan... you wanna be on my contactsch lischt?"
"No," Nathan replied, his voice sounding frustrated as he tried to decipher the way to the contacts list on his phone, "Screw this!" he yelled, throwing the phone against the brick wall of the building they were standing beside. The phone broke.
"Scho... you wanna juscht walk back?" Murderface suggested.
"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "we're not that far away from the hotel anyway... We came from that way, right?" he asked, pointing in the direction from which he believed they had come.
"Probably," Murderface agreed, "or schomething..."
They began walking, turning every now and again, as they didn't know where they were going, but each pretended to, hoping they would end up in the right place by chance eventually. After walking for some time, they were both quite certain they were lost.
Nathan sighed a very long and loud sigh, "Maybe we should ask people where we are... Hey, you!" he yelled, grabbing a nearby man by the collar, "where are we? How do we get to the hotel?"
"What hotel?" the man asked, looking quite frightened.
"The hotel," Nathan told him, "the one where we were staying... I don't know what it's called..."
"Well," the man said, seemingly still worried for his life, "I don't really know... There's a hotel that direction. I'm not really from here, so I don't know where each and every one of the hotels are..."
"Fine," Nathan growled, releasing his hold, "hey! Before you go... have you seen some kid, who's like homeless, and probably has a guitar with him... he's got long hair..."
The man shook his head, "sorry... I haven't," the man quickly walked away from Nathan and Murderface.
"Great..." Nathan sighed, "I'll ask someone else," he grabbed another man in a similar fashion, "Do you know where a hotel is?"
The man stared at him as though he was confused. He didn't say anything, but shook his head.
"How about a homeless kid?" Nathan asked, becoming impatient.
The man shook his head again. Nathan released him.
"I don't know if that guy even knew how to schpeak Englisch. He didn't look like he underschtood you," Murderface commented.
Nathan sighed loudly, "I don't think any of these jack offs know anything about this place..."
"Yeah," Murderface agreed, "they live here... and yet, they don't know where anything isch... Schurely they've notisched schome homelessch kid walking around, right? Idiotsch..."
"Yeah..." Nathan said, though he hadn't been listening to Murderface, "let's just keep walking. We'll run into the hotel eventually... or at least maybe we'll find... uh... Pickles or that other guy... or whatever."
They both continued walking down the sidewalks, wondering how much longer they would be forced to endure each other's company.
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Toki walked down the sidewalk, looking down at his feet as he walked. Nothing ever turned out right for him. The one time he thought he had a chance to escape his miserable life, and to move on to have a house and money, he wasn't good enough. Why did he even bother practicing the guitar at all? He still wasn't good enough, so clearly practicing did no good.
Toki walked by the library where he had been earlier. It was night time now, and the library would be closing soon. Toki had nowhere to sleep, but a sudden thought arose in his head: perhaps he could sneak into the library, and hide somewhere until everyone left for the night. Then he could sleep on one of the cushioned chairs. He had slept on the chairs during the day, but the librarian would always ask him to leave when she saw that he was in the library only so he could sleep there.
He walked into the library and looked at the clock. The library would be closing in about fifteen minutes.
"Excuse me, young man," Toki heard a voice. It was the librarian, "the library is closing in fifteen minutes, so you might want to make it quick."
Toki nodded, "I looks around and goes out de others doors if I don'ts finds anythings..." he told her, so she wouldn't be keeping track of whether or not he had left the library at closing time.
"The back door is already locked," she countered, as though she knew his plan and wished to make it impossible.
Toki frowned. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, if it was even possible at all to elude this woman. He could tell that she knew exactly what he was planning, probably because she had to deal with him practically every day. Toki decided to just be honest with her, "Ams you thinks I cans sleeps in heres?" he asked.
The librarian narrowed her eyes, "Can you sleep in here? Of course not! I'm sorry, but I cannot just let people stay in the library after it closes. Why don't you go find a hotel?"
"I don'ts has monies," Toki told her.
The woman sighed, "I'm not going to let you sleep in the library. I'm sorry."
Toki frowned and walked back out of the door he had come in and sat down in the alley where he had been earlier in the day. This wouldn't be the first night he had to sleep outside. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered, sitting down and leaning his back against the alley-wall. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.
It seemed as though he might have nodded off, but Toki couldn't be quite sure. Whether he had been asleep or not, he couldn't quite say, but he did know that there was now someone standing in front of him, looking down at him.
Toki simply blinked, without saying anything, looking up at the face which was not visible in the night shadows of the alley.
"What are you doing here?" a voice which seemed familiar asked.
Toki blinked again, trying to see the face of the person who was speaking to him, "I's sleepings..." he responded.
"No," the voice started sounding more angry, "I mean, why aren't you with that band? I've heard you play your guitar, so I know you're good enough. What? Did you mess up on purpose just so I wouldn't get the money for finding you?"
Toki now knew who was standing in front of him. It was the man from the club, who had offered to get him an audition with Dethklok, and he seemed very angry that Toki hadn't been good enough, "I plays as goods as I cans," Toki told him, "Dere was anothers guys dere, whats was betters."
"Come with me," the man said, grabbing Toki's arm and pulling him up roughly, "I'm going to have a word with that guy. You have a phone?"
The man was speaking a bit too quickly again, so Toki was having trouble knowing exactly what he had said, "Whats?" he asked.
"Do you have a phone?" the man repeated, more loudly and with a pause between each word.
Toki shook his head.
"Well... we'll just go back to the club and call Ofdensen then. I'm not letting him screw me over like this," the man muttered.
Toki was still unsure of what this man had to do with anything, but he guessed that he was angry, because, for some reason, the fact that Toki hadn't been good enough for Dethklok was making him lose money, "I nots goods enoughs," Toki protested, trying to pull his arm out of the man's grasp, "just don'ts even bothers. I not goods enoughs..."
"You are good enough. I'm going to get my money at any rate. That jerk probably didn't hire you just because he didn't want to pay me," the man ranted.
"Why don'ts you just calls hims, and leaves me alones den... Yous guys can settles it. You don'ts needs me to be heres," Toki suggested, finally succeeding in pulling his arm out of the man's grasp.
The club owner turned back to Toki, and was just about to grab his arm again, when Toki took a step back, out of his reach, "you're coming with me," he growled.
"No," Toki said, shaking his head.
The man frowned, and lunged at Toki, causing both of them to end up on the sidewalk. Toki, who hadn't eaten all day, or much of anything for quite a while, was physically weaker than the other man, was therefore unable to overpower him, though he did manage a few punches, as hard as he could, at the man's face. Within a few moments, Toki found himself pinned against the cold sidewalk, with a very angry looking man staring down at him.
The man raised his hand, and was just about ready to hit Toki. Toki closed his eyes, but the impact of the expected punch never came. He felt the man pulled off of him. Toki opened his eyes and scrambled back to his feet, as, to his surprise, he saw that the blond man who had been his competition earlier was now here, pulling the club owner away from him.
"What's do you thinks you's doings!?" Skwisgaar yelled at the older man.
"It's none of your business!" the man retorted, "this young man and I were having a disagreement. Just be on your way, and we'll settle it."
Toki's eyes were wide, as he looked from Skwisgaar to the club owner, hoping that Skwisgaar would not decide to leave him here with the frightening and violent man.
"Its is veries our business. Dis guys is parts of our bands, and we not has you beatings him ups," Skwisgaar informed him. Toki looked very confused. Was Skwisgaar just saying that to prevent the man from hitting him? Or was he really going to be part of the band?
Toki was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Pickles standing behind him, and he looked quite drunk.
"Weee found ya!" Pickles slurred, "I knew we would... Whet are ya doin' all the way down here? Yer really fast at walkin' I guess... Where are we?"
Toki looked at Pickles for a minute and then looked back at Skwisgaar who had a hold of the club owner's shirt. The owner of the club looked very angry.
"So he's already in your band?" he asked.
"Ja," Skwisgaar said, his tone indicating that he thought this man was an idiot.
"I'm getting paid then, right?" he asked.
Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes, "I's not goings to pays yous... What's you talkings about?"
"That guy, Ofdensen, he said he'd pay me if I found a guitarist for your band, and I did," the man explained.
"Yous wills haves to talks to hims abouts dat. Gives him a calls. I don'ts cares. We has to goes..." Skwisgaar told him, releasing his hold on the man's shirt. He walked over to Toki and Pickles who were standing side by side, "where we goes now?"
"We could go get drunk," Pickles suggested.
"Yous already drunks," Toki pointed out.
"We could get more drunk then?" Pickles offered.
Toki nodded as Skwisgaar added, "Ja. Dat sounds likes what we shoulds do."
The three of them headed toward the nearest bar.
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Sorry it took me so long to update. I've got a lot of stuff for school going on right now. I will keep updating though. I promise. :)
