The third chapter. Thanks to all those who read and reviewed my story. A cookie for you! :)
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Chapter 3
New Residence
"How was the flight?" Sousuke asked a yawning Nanjiroh.
"Boring. I slept all the way."
"No women?"
"There are. But boring. Cowardly," Nanjiroh spat. "Ms. Stewardess never came back for her favorite passenger."
"Too bad," Sousuke commented as he opened the driver's seat to Nanjiroh's sports car. "Maybe she found a more attractive customer."
"Gah! Whatever. There's no suitable guy for her there except me. By the way, I like this car you bought," he said as he slid down the passenger's seat.
"Too bad you can't ride it unless you have a license here."
"I can manage."
"By the way, are you finally thinking of settling down with the stewardess?"
"What?! Of course not!" Nanjiroh exclaimed, looking aghast and affronted. 'Settling down' were his most feared words.
"It's just that you looked so disappointed when the girl didn't come back for you."
"She was attractive so I'm disappointed. You know me. Settling down is the last thing I have in mind."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," Sousuke said, as they sped away from the airport. "Have a jet lag?"
"Can't feel it," Nanjiroh answered, looking out the front window. "When are we going to get there?"
"In about 15 minutes. You can sleep while we're going."
"No way. I'm looking at America now. And those gals, look at them!"
Nanjiroh opened the window and wolf-whistled at a petite brunette with huge breasts and wearing a pink tank top and mini skirt. The girl looked at him, quite startled, but then quickly recovering her composure, flashed a seductive smile at the handsome man in the car.
"You seem to have no problem adapting to the women's society here," Sousuke said, smiling at Nanjiroh, who was busy waving at the giggling girl and sending her a flying kiss.
He sat back and closed the car's window. "Of course."
"How'd you say?"
"Coz I'm handsome and appealing."
"Did your mom say so?"
"She didn't. She doesn't care. But all the girls I met tell me I'm a handsome guy. And almost half of them say I'm the most attractive one they'd ever laid eyes upon," Nanjiroh said proudly. "How about you? Someone told you your handsome?"
"Actually, yeah!" Sousuke answered with an amused grin.
"Who? Is it your mom?"
Sousuke threw a playful punch at the laughing Nanjiroh. "No. My girlfriend."
"You have a girlfriend?" Nanjiroh said, surprise flooding him. "That's bad news, man."
"Why?"
"It's only your second time since that bitch ho ditched you in college. You never dated since. You're totally inexperienced!" Nanjiroh retorted hysterically. "Unlike me, who's got five at a time!"
"I'm not a playboy," Sousuke countered, looking offended.
"Right, sorry. Is she and American?"
"Well, yeah."
"That makes it all worse!"
"She's not the oh-so-liberated type you know so well," Sousuke defended hotly. "She's quite strict and not materialistic."
"She sounds like an old woman," Nanjiroh said, laughing hard.
"And I'm thinking she's the one," his friend said in an unusual tone and expression.
"The One?!" Nanjiroh said, instantly sobering. "You don't mean that you're going to do the number one forbidden act in my book?!"
"Yes I am. I'm gonna marry her."
"What?!" Nanjiroh said, starting to laugh his head off.
"You laugh now," Sousuke said. "But I know you'll find a woman that will tame you someday Nanjiroh. You'll see."
"I'll bet you a thousand yen that I'd still be a bachelor within 10 years," Nanjiroh said confidently. "I want to be a playboy for a long time. To enjoy!"
"It may be too late that time. And you're on with that bet. But I bet you wouldn't last five years."
"Fine! Deal! Five years it is!" Nanjiroh said. He took a deep breath. "Who is your girlfriend anyway?"
"Anna Edwards," Sousuke said. "She's beautiful. Red hair, emerald eyes, pink lips, and a face that always has a light tinge of pink. She's also smart and she's a preschool teacher."
"Saintly girl," Nanjiroh commented. He looked at his friend and assessed him. Sousuke was an attractive man with dark brown hair that he inherited from his Swedish mother, a tourist who fell in love with Japan. He had light brown eyes that dazzled with warmth, a firm jaw and nose that was a bit broken because of a fight they were in back in high school. He was also tall, although not as tall as Nanjiroh was.
"She's going to be lucky," he finished, looking out the window.
"Did I actually hear you make a good comment out of my situation?!" Sousuke said, dumbfounded, breaking hard to avoid hitting a car ahead.
"Oi, be careful! Don't go killing yourself for a comment like that," Nanjiroh said, alarmed. "Not to mention, you're gonna kill me earlier before I fulfill my dreams."
"Sorry, sorry," he apologized hastily. "Just shocked."
"I saw," Nanjiroh relied sarcastically.
"We're almost there."
Nanjiroh looked out again and saw an approaching array of villas, houses, apartments and small shops. Then came an approaching sign that showed they were entering a subdivision named Washington Saddle River.
A huge building, clearly an apartment, stood at the very front they entered. Nanjiroh's glance briefly flicked at the penthouse and saw the beautiful interior along with a girl with shoulder-length brown hair staring problematically out the window.
Poor girl, he thought. His gaze quickly averted to the elegant and quaint houses, clearly vacation havens of the higher-ups in this area.
They fast approached the largest house in the area. It was a vast two-storey building. It had a tall gate and fence but Nanjiroh was sure he saw a huge pool at the side.
"Here's your new home Nanjiroh," Sousuke said, as the car entered the gates, opened by a guard.
"You really went overboard with the house," Nanjiroh said, smiling in awe.
"Sure I did," his friend said as the car came to a stop.
Nanjiroh slowly went out of the car as a man named Smithy emerged from the mahogany doors and introduced himself as the butler.
"You even got me servants?" he whispered to a smiling Sousuke. "I'm not used to this kind of treatment."
"Well get used to it," Sousuke said. "Your father sent word to me. He's finally allowing you to move his money as long as you're responsible. All this talk about bankruptcy is killing you. You aren't running out of money. Your family's money together with your savings will be more than plenty."
Nanjiroh was silenced at the moment as he watched the serene and beautiful landscape of the huge garden and lawn. It was all placed in an English theme. He could see the edge of the pool from where he was standing.
He got off the marble staircase of the porch and went around the house. The edge of the pool extended to the left side of his house towards the end of it. At the back was a tennis court, situated near two benches, a seat for the umpire and two separate drinking fountains.
Sousuke's got me wired up for the game, he thought happily. He entered the house through the kitchen.
When he stepped inside the kitchen, almost all of it was made from the finest wood. He looked at the food being cooked. Turkey…
He felt his stomach rumble, remembering that he hadn't eaten decently in the plane since he slept all the way.
He then entered the huge dining room. This time, the theme was modern. The cupboards and drawers that lined the sides as well as the decorative tables and chairs had a metallic style to it. The center table was a long one, enough for around 16 people to dine, with earthly pastel colors for the chairs. It all looked funky but classy.
He then spotted that there was a drinking station with comfortable lounges and a stereo. There was also a bar filled with lots of different expensive drinks.
Nanjiroh sighed. Sousuke knew he wasn't a big drinker. But maybe his friend overlooked it.
When he entered the main hall, it was so huge that he felt his jaw drop. The mahogany front doors welcomed everyone who enters it to a carpeted floor that split in two, leading to two different staircases that lined the opposite walls. At the left side of the main door was the living room with another door on the back that was maybe a comfort room for visitors. The right side was the entertainment area with the TV and sound systems along with a table tennis set at the back.
When he reached the top of the stairs to explore the second landing, he observed that there were seven rooms. There were two along the main corridors and another two at the sides. Nanjiroh walked into the aisle at the center with two rooms on either side of the wall and the master's bedroom at the furthermost point.
He went in the master's bedroom. Just as I thought, he thought, smiling.
Sousuke had put up a carefree theme. He even put a poster of a sexy Hollywood actress at the largest wall. The bed was huge with covers of midnight blue and deep red. A flat screen TV was in front of it.
The house was amazing. Although it was too big for him. Then he realized that maybe the purpose of the house was for visitors and parties.
Above all things, Nanjiroh disliked being held in social conventions. He likes the casual, rave-like ones.
"Do you like it?" Sousuke said, walking towards him. He was accompanied by the man named Smithy.
"Yeah. But it's too big for me."
"I know. I just chose this house to prepare you."
"Prepare me?"
"For fame."
"For fame?"
"Are you growing dense?" Sousuke said, regarding him with amused eyes. "I know you'll be a celebrity in no time. Nice tennis players are like that."
"Not just nice, awesome," Nanjiroh contradicted.
"We are expecting so sir," Smithy piped up.
"By the way, Smithy's mom is half-Japanese," Sousuke said. "He lived in Japan for about two years."
"I know how to speak Nippon sir," Smithy said. "And I am a very capable man."
"Any man with my country's blood is good enough," Nanjiroh said, shaking the man's outstretched hand. "Pleasure to be working with you."
"Same here sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to the kitchen to oversee the preparations for dinner," the old man said, leaving.
"Nanjiroh, I forgot to tell you," Sousuke said. "I entered you at the local professional tennis club. It's called the Spartan Tennis Club. It's owned by a pro named John Smith. He seemed very eager for a new membership. Money-lover I think."
"I think I'm not thrilled," Nanjiroh said.
"You have to. The poor guy's throwing you a welcome party the day after tomorrow."
"What?! So soon?!"
"Yeah. I can't complain to the guy. Too influential. We could use him someday."
"There are so many pros out there. I don't need him. I wonder if I need anyone at all."
"Okay, but how do I stop the party?"
"I dare you to be the party pooper. Crash the party on Monday. They'll love it."
"No way! I can't do that!" Sousuke said, tensed. "I'll just go as your representative. Then I'll tell that Smith person."
"Whatever you want to do. Just reject the membership offer," Nanjiroh said, making his way back to the room. "I'm gonna sleep."
"Sleep all you want. Your first week's a vacation, after all."
"Hai, hai," Nanjiroh said lazily, disappearing from sight.
"Bye Nanjiroh! I'll be back tomorrow," Sousuke yelled as he stepped out the porch and hailed a cab back to his apartment.
Whew! That was a long one! I simply have to update! Thanks to those who reviewed and read. Hope you loved my new chap.
