~Eyecatcher~
Disclaimer:
Hey, you guys really seem to like this story.
And sorry for my grammar and spelling faults. I try to make it better.
However, I'm German and I think my English isn't as bad as my tests in German are, is it?
It was a question to Kuki? Or is it "for Kuki"? I don't know.
I'm not creative at the moment.
That's why I'll write this part tomorrow afternoon. Oh no, I have sport.
Okay, Wednesday morning…
Ahm, sorry folks, it's Wednesday evening now. I couldn't keep my promise.
It's Friday morning now, twenty-three minutes past ten.
And I'm ill. I'm sneezing and coughing and stuff.
Damn, I don't want to be ill.
On with the fic…
'…' = thoughts
~Eyecatcher~
"Cynthia, I think that something might happened to him.", Masaharu said.
Yamato, his eldest son, sort of ran away the evening before and Masaharu was indeed worried; he had a plausible reason to be worried.
"Honey, as I said before. He's probably at Tai's or somewhere else. He has friends who can care about him and who can call us if he's at their home. Maybe Tai's calling in about ten minutes or so to tell us that Matt spend the night there and that we shouldn't worry.", Cynthia explained.
"If you say so.", the tall brown-haired man answered and let his thoughts slip away.
Cynthia recognised this and wanted to distract him from Matt.
Both adults were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Cynthia stood up and sat down on Masaharu's lap. She faced him.
This was enough to get Masaharu distracted.
"What do you think you're doing there?", he questioned curiously.
"I want to distract you…", she whispered and kissed him hungrily.
This caught Matt's father a little off guard. He broke the kiss shortly after its start.
"Clover might awake.", he stated.
This caused Cynthia to smile like a maniac.
"She is sounding asleep. She won't wake up so easily."
She kissed him another time. Matt's father kissed back with the same passion.
"Let's go to the bedroom.", Masaharu said after he broke the kiss.
"That would be a good idea.", Cynthia whispered.
They went into the bedroom…
"Wow!", was the only thing the young blonde could say.
The disco's interior was more precious than Matt expected. The walls were the same blue like the walls outside. There were at least fifty tables and the disco owned some sofas, blue ones, which were standing on the left site of the dance-floor.
Many different lights shone on the dance-floor. Matt felt safe in some way. He felt like home, felt like he would have a family who cared about him.
"Do you like it?", Steve asked amused.
Matt's eyes were sparkling and his mouth was hanging open.
"I can see it by the look in your eyes. You like it, indeed.", Steve laughed and led Matt to his office.
Both men entered the office and Steve offered Matt a seat.
They had to cross the whole disco to get to it.
The young blonde man was sitting in a red armchair while Steve sat down in another red armchair in front of him.
"Do you want to drink something?", Steve asked friendly.
"No, thanks."
Although Matt was thirsty, he knew that he shouldn't drink when he had an interview. Besides, this was a disco and he knew that Steve would offer him things like whisky, vodka and stuff. He couldn't risk it.
"Okay. Then let's start.", Steve remarked and leaned back in his chair.
"Since I know your full name, Yamato Ishida, I can go to the next question. How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen. My eighteen's birthday is next January.", Matt explained.
"I see. You're still going to school, aren't you?"
'Oh no. What's when this is a problem?', Matt thought and eyed the elder man nervously.
"I'm still going to school. Like all of my friends do.", he said with his cracking voice.
"That would be a problem. You can't work all day, can you?", Steve asked.
Matt shook his head.
'Steve, I beg you. Give me a chance.', the young Japanese begged inwardly.
"Okay. I think that you can work after school. You can do your homework after your shift."
Matt smiled. Everything seemed to turn out well.
"And how much do I earn?"
This question tortured Matt the whole time. What use would a job be if he didn't earn enough to pay the rent?
'Rent? Damn. I don't have an apartment and I'm thinking about how I could pay the rent!'
Matt slapped himself mentally.
"You'll earn enough to live. Don't panic."
Matt sighed. This was a good sign.
"There's just one problem. I don't have a home right now.", Matt admitted and waited for Steve's answer.
Steve eyed the boy carefully.
"Okay. I can give you an apartment in this house.", the elder man said.
"Really?", Matt asked excited.
"Really. I just have to deduct the rent from your wage. But you'll have enough to survive.", Steve explained further.
"When can I start?", Matt asked.
It was arranged that he get the job.
"Right now if you want.", Steve said and stood up to reach Matt a hand.
Matt took the hand in his own and shook it.
Was it a fault that Matt shook the hand and that the job was arranged?…
~End of the chapter~
Disclaimer:
I shall continue, shouldn't I? ^^
Nice reviews are always welcome.
Disclaimer:
Hey, you guys really seem to like this story.
And sorry for my grammar and spelling faults. I try to make it better.
However, I'm German and I think my English isn't as bad as my tests in German are, is it?
It was a question to Kuki? Or is it "for Kuki"? I don't know.
I'm not creative at the moment.
That's why I'll write this part tomorrow afternoon. Oh no, I have sport.
Okay, Wednesday morning…
Ahm, sorry folks, it's Wednesday evening now. I couldn't keep my promise.
It's Friday morning now, twenty-three minutes past ten.
And I'm ill. I'm sneezing and coughing and stuff.
Damn, I don't want to be ill.
On with the fic…
'…' = thoughts
~Eyecatcher~
"Cynthia, I think that something might happened to him.", Masaharu said.
Yamato, his eldest son, sort of ran away the evening before and Masaharu was indeed worried; he had a plausible reason to be worried.
"Honey, as I said before. He's probably at Tai's or somewhere else. He has friends who can care about him and who can call us if he's at their home. Maybe Tai's calling in about ten minutes or so to tell us that Matt spend the night there and that we shouldn't worry.", Cynthia explained.
"If you say so.", the tall brown-haired man answered and let his thoughts slip away.
Cynthia recognised this and wanted to distract him from Matt.
Both adults were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Cynthia stood up and sat down on Masaharu's lap. She faced him.
This was enough to get Masaharu distracted.
"What do you think you're doing there?", he questioned curiously.
"I want to distract you…", she whispered and kissed him hungrily.
This caught Matt's father a little off guard. He broke the kiss shortly after its start.
"Clover might awake.", he stated.
This caused Cynthia to smile like a maniac.
"She is sounding asleep. She won't wake up so easily."
She kissed him another time. Matt's father kissed back with the same passion.
"Let's go to the bedroom.", Masaharu said after he broke the kiss.
"That would be a good idea.", Cynthia whispered.
They went into the bedroom…
"Wow!", was the only thing the young blonde could say.
The disco's interior was more precious than Matt expected. The walls were the same blue like the walls outside. There were at least fifty tables and the disco owned some sofas, blue ones, which were standing on the left site of the dance-floor.
Many different lights shone on the dance-floor. Matt felt safe in some way. He felt like home, felt like he would have a family who cared about him.
"Do you like it?", Steve asked amused.
Matt's eyes were sparkling and his mouth was hanging open.
"I can see it by the look in your eyes. You like it, indeed.", Steve laughed and led Matt to his office.
Both men entered the office and Steve offered Matt a seat.
They had to cross the whole disco to get to it.
The young blonde man was sitting in a red armchair while Steve sat down in another red armchair in front of him.
"Do you want to drink something?", Steve asked friendly.
"No, thanks."
Although Matt was thirsty, he knew that he shouldn't drink when he had an interview. Besides, this was a disco and he knew that Steve would offer him things like whisky, vodka and stuff. He couldn't risk it.
"Okay. Then let's start.", Steve remarked and leaned back in his chair.
"Since I know your full name, Yamato Ishida, I can go to the next question. How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen. My eighteen's birthday is next January.", Matt explained.
"I see. You're still going to school, aren't you?"
'Oh no. What's when this is a problem?', Matt thought and eyed the elder man nervously.
"I'm still going to school. Like all of my friends do.", he said with his cracking voice.
"That would be a problem. You can't work all day, can you?", Steve asked.
Matt shook his head.
'Steve, I beg you. Give me a chance.', the young Japanese begged inwardly.
"Okay. I think that you can work after school. You can do your homework after your shift."
Matt smiled. Everything seemed to turn out well.
"And how much do I earn?"
This question tortured Matt the whole time. What use would a job be if he didn't earn enough to pay the rent?
'Rent? Damn. I don't have an apartment and I'm thinking about how I could pay the rent!'
Matt slapped himself mentally.
"You'll earn enough to live. Don't panic."
Matt sighed. This was a good sign.
"There's just one problem. I don't have a home right now.", Matt admitted and waited for Steve's answer.
Steve eyed the boy carefully.
"Okay. I can give you an apartment in this house.", the elder man said.
"Really?", Matt asked excited.
"Really. I just have to deduct the rent from your wage. But you'll have enough to survive.", Steve explained further.
"When can I start?", Matt asked.
It was arranged that he get the job.
"Right now if you want.", Steve said and stood up to reach Matt a hand.
Matt took the hand in his own and shook it.
Was it a fault that Matt shook the hand and that the job was arranged?…
~End of the chapter~
Disclaimer:
I shall continue, shouldn't I? ^^
Nice reviews are always welcome.
