Pseudotree's fanfic
Disclaimer –I do not own ROD the TV
Summary –(Slight AU) Junior, due to his power of intangibility, ends up in many, MANY embarrassing mishaps throughout the series. And by "mishaps", I mean that the poor boy goes through things when he... shouldn't.
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Chapter 11
Six years ago.
The living room was quiet.
As the girl shifted from time to time in her seat, her eyes would follow the hands ticking. Ticking and ticking away.
"Late. Very late."
Like they often were. Swinging her legs a little on the couch, she leaned back to stare at nothing. It wasn't hard, considering how dim the room happened to be.
Rustle rustle.
She briefly glanced towards the light switch and slowly fell asleep.
Five years ago.
Ring ring ring...
The girl stopped her work as the ringing echoed throughout the room. Putting her pencil down, she got to the phone and answered.
"...Mm-hm. Okay. No, it's alright."
"..."
"Really. That's... great. Mm-hm. I did."
"...I see. Okay, then. I'll... see you later. Bye."
Click.
Blankly looking at the plastic encasing, she soon left it for her desk. Then picked up the...
"Eh..."
Click click.
She scribbled and flipped. Lightly pounded with her finger. Ran lines though the sheets. And flipped, flipped, flipped...
She put it all aside when she finished, then picked at the shelves to flip some more.
Three years ago.
"Nnnngh..."
Struggling, the girl shrugged her shoulders as the straps dug into them painfully. Having made her way into the doorway, she unhanded one strip to grab her keys.
Jingling, the keys...
Crrr...
Shuffle shuffle.
Rattle rattle shuffle.
She was getting annoyed.
Rattle rattle shuffle.
Rattle rattle fiddle shuffle.
RATTLE SHUFFLE SHUFFLE.
...Click.
Finally, she got in. Shedding her bag, the girl smiled tiredly and hummed as the door was shut closed.
A new reading lamp waited for her.
"Happy birthday..." she murmured to herself.
Ten months ago.
A breath was sharply taken through gritted teeth.
"Aw, sh-"
The bruise was darkening, and the thin gash was starting to leak red streaks. Shakily getting up, the girl limped her way to the cabinet.
Drrrr...
Shuffle shuffle.
...Shuffle.
"Where... is it..."
Shuffle-shuffle shuffle SLAM.
She checked the other ones.
Shuffle shuffle.
Shuffle.
And found it.
"...We're almost out of it..."
Her head rose slightly.
"...I'm almost out of it."
The girl smiled weakly at the pun.
A few days ago.
"Sorry, dear." The woman said. "I know we've been missing out on a lot of these, but..."
"It's okay." the girl replied flatly.
Glancing at her husband who looked back worriedly, she turned again to her daughter with a smile and patted her shoulder. "We should be back by next morning. How about taking you to that place on the next street? We can have breakfast together."
The child nodded, and after a brief goodbye, they left.
"It's okay." she repeated as she locked the door. "I know you two are busy."
They were always busy.
Walking into her room, the girl began to pack her school supplies. She was up pretty early, so there was no need to hurry. Gathering up what she had to take with her, the bag was slowly filled...
Shuffle.
Her lips thinned, as her hand traced over her homework. She checked, rewrote, checked again, and added an entire paragraph last night right before bed, wanting it to be as good as she can write it. Carefully placing it inside to prevent wrinkling, she zipped the pack shut.
They were always busy.
Exhaling heavily, she made no move to leave her desk. Expression tightening, the girl sat down tiredly.
And saw it standing there.
"They always miss it."
Expressionlessly, with a simple lash of her hand, the lamp fell off.
It smashed against the hardwood floor.
Silently grabbing her bag, she left the room and made a mental note to clean it up. The walk to school would be calming, and by the time she reach her classroom, the girl will be ready.
Hisami had a book report to present.
Now, on the rooftop.
Junior was confused.
'Warm', thought the boy. The grip was firm, but not tight. The weight was pressed against him, but not forcefully. His restraining hold... loosened, and the hand dropped.
Being hugged was an unfamiliar sensation to him.
"Hey." Hisami called out, sounding slightly muffled. Straightening her head to make eye contact, she seemed to study his face.
"Don't you just hate it when you want to be needed?"
Junior stiffened.
"And they're always busy? Always have work to do."
"Don't you hate it when you come second, after their work?"
He had no reply for her.
"You just sit there and... it's just so quiet at home..."
"I hate it too."
Junior then noticed her eyes glistening, and his confusion deepened.
"I hate it too." she said again, back to... 'leaning on him', as Junior labelled what she was doing.
He felt like he was sort of getting what this is about, but was still mostly confused. Completely forgetting that he was about to... silence her right before he was interrupted by her 'leaning on him', he stared on at the scenery as he tried to search for the words to say in a situation like this.
Clop clop clop.
...Then he saw that big, tall man with the high collar and sunglasses entering his vision, just a few meters from him. Hisami seemed to be oblivious of this as the other two occupants of the rooftop stared at one another, both startled. What was his name? Sunny... Sony... Robert... Hmm, was it Robert?
His surprise fading, Sonny Wong looked from Junior, to Hisami's back, to Junior, to his watch, then to the two in front of him again. And although he had no way of telling, Junior thought that the man had a contemplative expression hidden behind his coat.
The boy's mind then went blank as Sonny's hands rose up, made a fist, and stuck his thumbs out.
'Today... must be the most confusing day I've ever had.' Junior thought, quietly observing the heavily coated man as he began to make other strange gestures, sometimes adding thrusts that the boy felt like he should be appalled by.
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