Vacation Time, Please:
Chapter 12: Served with a Side of Cat Slaps
by: IMBSA
IMBSA:I know this is a short one, but with all the thunderstorms we've been having, they've been knocking out my internet capabilities.
Disclaimer: "See my halo bright and shiny, but mess with me and I'll kick your hiney."
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Doujima quickly herded the other three out of the doorway when she and Robin saw Amon and Karasuma walking towards them.
"God you guys, don't you know how to give people some privacy?" Doujima sarcastically commented then giggled as they hurriedly dashed outside so they could act casual.
"Oh yeah, and this coming from you, Spy Girl camouflaged behind the fern," Sakaki remarked. The comment was met with a swift pelt from her purse. Amon and Karasuma exited the restaurant and walked over to the rest who were standing by an empty wooden bench outside.
Sakaki, his boldness renewed by the birthday surprise he coordinated for Amon asked, "How does it feel to be 40?" Amon ignored his question, but made a mental note about it. He knew Sakaki felt like he was getting away with something, and wanted to continue to feed his (false) sense of security.
"What do you guys feel like doing tonight?" Michael asked a bit excited about a possible night on the town.
"What's the plan kimo-sabe?" Sakaki directed his question at Amon, wondering what adventure he and Karasuma had discussed without them. Amon shot him an annoyed glance.
"Kimo-sabe?" Amon questioned with a need for clarification.
"It's from the Lone Ranger, You never heard of it? Hi-ho Silver, away? In fact, Amon, you could be Tonto's twin, just get a leather fringe jacket and a headband …you're a dead-ringer!" Michael couldn't believe Sakaki used "dead-ringer" as a description for Amon.
"I think he's really is more like the Lone Ranger," Michael mentioned after thinking about Amon's take charge personality.
"I think Tonto fits him nicely," Sakaki argued jokingly, still ribbing him.
"I think you BOTH need to shut up," Karasuma glared, letting them know they were close to out-stepping their boundaries.
"I know! Let's walk down Duval Street! They got some shops and all kinds of stuff to see!" Doujima recommended.
"I don't know if I'm up for more walking," Karasuma confessed.
"Yeah, my feet are killing me," Robin stated, looking down at her sandals.
"We could just sit by the pool and get some drinks or we could go swimming," Sakaki suggested, thinking that there still will be swimmers, even after sunset at least until ten when the pool closes.
"Great idea! Let's just relax a bit tonight," Karasuma agreed.
"I'll pass on the swimming part," Doujima remarked feeling a bit slighted.
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The six sat at a table under palm tree lit with tiny white bulbs that were entwined around the trunk. A beautiful rock garden served as the backdrop, equipped with a waterfall lightly dripping into the pool. Bossonova music piped through the air. There were still a few people taking an evening dip, enjoying the water on this balmy Key West night. However, most of them seemed to be leaving. A bevy of about six giddy coed girls were swimming and carousing spraying water in many directions. They seemed to enjoy sporting themselves, almost shamelessly. The girls reminded Robin of water nymphs she had read about in books.
"Ugh! They need to stop splashing that chlorinated stuff—it'll ruin my outfit," Doujima stated irritatedly.
"Behave yourselves ladies—I'm going to get a drink. You want anything?" Karasuma offered.
"I don't know what I could get," Robin stated uncertainly.
"I'll get something for you Robin. Yurika?" Doujima shook her head, possibly discontent since her suggestion was once again not taken for the second time tonight.
Doujima and Robin moved to another side of the pool, across from Sakaki, Michael, and Amon and even farther away from the group of co-eds, so as not to get hit by any renegade water droplets.
It was apparent that the coeds had no doubt caught the attention of several male on-lookers who passed by, Amon, Michael and Sakaki included.
"Okay, Michael, take deep breaths now," Sakaki joked, sensing Michael's tension.
"Dude, I think those are the girls we saw at the airport," Michael observed. The girls were now looking in their direction. Michael and Sakaki continued to watch, as the ladies stopped their loud banter.
"No way," Sakaki prayed, touching his forehead. The young ladies began whispering and smiling in their direction. One of them mimicked the can incident, in a more gentle fashion. It appeared as though she was explaining the event to the others. Peals of laughter ensued. Words like "cute," "adorable," "studly," "silly," and "stupid" seemed to ring out a little louder than the rest of the conversation. Still one of them wrapped a towel around her waist, pulled on a tee shirt and said something about getting a drink. She was an attractive blond who strutted over with one of her heavier set friends. As they strided by the women-folk of the STNJ, droplets of water sprayed from the girls' heads as they casually swished their wet hair over a shoulder looking in the direction of the three men now directly across the pool from Robin, Doujima, and soon Karasuma.
Doujima grimaced, wiping her forearm and cheek as she was pelted by the droplets of the evil chlorinated water.
"Blondie better quit, or her hair-swinging days are over," Doujima stated to Robin whose back was also wet by the pool water that drizzled from the pair's hair.
"I know I heard cute and adorable and studly, I definitely heard the word studly," said Michael comparing notes with Sakaki.
"Did you also hear them say silly and stupid?" Amon interjected. Both of them were quiet as if trying to recall what the young ladies said.
"Oh, c'mon Amon Joy…quit being such a freakin' buzz-kill," Sakaki requested.
"Seriously. They said that," Amon disclosed, as if it were a cautionary statement.
Just then, the couple of girls getting drinks were returning to their gathering of friends by the pool. Again, like clock work, pool water dropped on Doujima and Robin as the two girls sauntered by.
"Hey, do you mind-" Doujima began, sweetly enough, "that was like the third time I've
been hit by some pool water."
"Oh? If you're not planning on getting wet, why are you sitting by the pool?" the pretty blond stated as she sipped on the straw of her pink, umbrella drink, raising an eyebrow.
Doujima's mood quickly turned for the worst. "If you're not planning on getting into a fight, why are you being such a bitch?" The hair on their backs began to rise slowly.
"I'm being a bitch? You're the one who insulted me," she hissed.
"If you were serious about insults, you wouldn't be wearing that offending swimsuit," proverbial teeth were being beared.
"Are you trying to start something?"s he hissed back.
"No, I'm trying to finish it." Doujima jibed curtly. Eye contact was now intense and heated.
"Uhm, girls, it's okay, you don't have to fight—" Robin began, only to get cut off by Doujima.
"No, it's not okay, Robin! They need to stop!" Doujima stood her ground.
"I think you should listen to your little scrawny friend before you get hurt." The heavy-set girl warned. Eye contact was still intense, and they had their paws at the ready.
"You're one to talk about being scrawny, heifer." Doujima fired back.
The girl's mouth dropped in angry astonishment. "No, you did not. Carrie, did she just say what I think she said?" she caterwauled.
"Oh yes I did." Doujima hissed back, removing all doubt.
The other blonde had been gazing coolly at Doujima through this. "Brandy," she finally said, "I think this girl needs an attitude adjustment."
"I like my attitude just fine; it's yours I can't stand," Doujima shot back.
"Oh-- and what are you going to do about it?" Carrie smirked. She flipped her hair over shoulder again, deliberately spraying Doujima with the water from the blonde mane in her face.
Eyes burning with the fire of a thousand suns, Doujima back-handed the girl. But this was no wimpy slap like the ones she dealt to Sakaki, but a full on, SUPER-SEME BITCH SMACK OF DOOM! Carrie similarly retaliated by tossing her drink onto Doujima's already ruined clothes.
"Do any idea how much that costs!" Doujima yelled before pulling back her clenched fist to slam the girl a good one in the nose. Carrie's eyes widened and she began frantically cat-slapping, as though that would help her situation. Doujima responded by diving at the girl, intent on tackling her to the ground and finishing the encounter. Hair pulling, random grabbing, and scratching ensued. The fur was officially flying!
"Oh-shit!" Sakaki announced and stood up with Amon and Michael concentrating on the scuffle that had ensued. But the guys were too late, the battle had seemingly ended just as quickly as it started.
"Hey!" Brandy yelled, moving to intervene on behalf of her bitchy friend. Robin, seeing her attempts, quickly decided on a course of action. As Brandy hurried towards Carrie and Doujima (the latter of whom had broken through the former's defenses and attempted to pummel her), the young Hunter swiftly pushed the girl in the direction of the pool, stopping her forward momentum and sending her bulk crashing into the water with a humungous splash. The wake of Brandy's graceless dive cascaded upon Doujima, Carrie, and Robin like a cold shower enough to cool off and stop the fight.
All three girls literally looked like wet cats kneeling soberingly at the other end, hair and clothing wet with pool water. The fourth one dejectedly swam to her friends who had been collectively watching the scrum.
"I guess it ain't over 'til the fat lady swims!" Michael noted. Amon closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Sakaki tried to contain his laughter. The men of STN-J ran over to assist, as did a pool boy and a waiter who had just happened by. There were many abrasions and lacerations mostly caused by the use of fingernails and falling on the pool deck. Loose balls of hair rolled like mini tumble weeds in the warm Key West breeze. But the biggest damage was done to the inflated ego of the blonde named Carrie who now sported a swelling eyelid and a bloody nose. Doujima did not leave the fight unharmed. Her Givenchy pantsuit was now fit for rags and she had several scratches upon her face and huge bruises on the arms and legs. When all was said and done, police reports were written and warnings were handed out.
"Dammit! I broke a nail!" Doujima cursed.
"It wasn't real, was it?" Sakaki asked, trying to lighten the tension.
"Don't make me hurt you, Haruto!" Doujima scolded, walking away from him slightly off kilter. She looked at her sandals to see what could cause this irregularity in her strut, and gasped, "Oh no! My heel!" She said removing the damaged shoe from her foot. "And these were my favorite Pradas, too," she announced morosely. "I'm going back to the room," she sulked, limping towards the building, one sandal off, one sandal on. Sakaki strode over to Doujima. She slung her broken sandal at his arm. No doubt, the Rookie had once again opened his mouth and inserted his foot.
"Oh-Amon….If I could've use my—" Robin began as she was wringing out her red hair.
"No. You chose well," he cut her off, but held her shoulder for emphatic reassurance, as he handed her a towel.
With two drinks in her hands, Karasuma rhetorically asked, "Why can't we have a nice relaxing day with no incident?"
"You kidding me? We're STNJ. We're used to mayhem!" Michael remarked proudly with a sly grin.
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Sakaki had decided to walk Doujima to the room. Her quiet demeanor told him she was still furiously steaming about the fight.
"Maybe we can walk on Duval Street tomorrow night so you can get a new pair of sandals," he suggested. She stopped, turned to him and waited.
"I can't believe it," she suddenly spoke up. A shadow of a grin began to spread over her lips.
"What?" Sakaki asked, slightly annoyed by her intense staring and grinning. Maybe she would notice he was being kind for a change.
"Where is it?" Doujima asked still smiling. Sakaki had no idea what caused her to act in such a way.
His eyes widened and he shrugged. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
There was a pause and then she started, "Your smart ass remarks! Your rude comments! Your---your stupid ass pranks! C'mon smart-ass boy come up with a really good one! It should be easy! After all, it's about me superficial, nine-bag lady, fashionista, lazy-butt Doujima…go on say something!" There was a pause.
"Would you like some Midol?" Sakaki replied.
"You're impossible!" she shouted, then breathlessly huffed, rolled her eyes and turned away.
"You told me to say something….I really thought you said enough," Sakaki replied.
Doujima didn't realize that the jibe she was expecting wouldn't come. But she wasn't about to stop there. She desperately needed the answer to a nagging question. "What did you do with my toothbrush, then?" Doujima asked.
"Your toothbrush? What would I want with your toothbrush?" Sakaki asked incredulously.
"I don't know Haruto, what would you have wanted with my underwear bag? I'm missing a bra, too!" Oh, yeah, her bag. Rest area. Bathroom stall. Florida trooper.
"Well…." Sakaki paused, not wanting to disclose any information, but feeling compelled to do so. He continued reluctantly, "you need to ask Amon about your toothbrush."
"Is he behind all this?" Doujima demanded an answer.
"Ask Amon….But you didn't hear it from me," Sakaki repeated.
Doujima's eyes narrowed. An evil plan was hatching in her devious mind. They began walking again, side by side. "My first night here and I get into a fight!" Doujima stated disappointingly, flailing the folded paper that had the warning on it. Sakaki tipped his head in agreement eyeing her scratches and her folded arms that covered up the sticky stain of the thrown frozen daiquiri. She was a mess, by anyone's standard.
"But you did a number on that one girl. She won't be…doing whatever she was doing for a long time. And it was priceless seeing Robin shove that hippo into the pool."
Doujima smiled, water still dripping off strands of her wet hair, "Is that where all the water came from?"
"Yes, it was humungous wave. I'm surprised it didn't deluge the bar area and carry the rest of us away!" Doujima couldn't help but chortle at his joke, "You know, you're damn lucky Robin did push that girl into the pool. You could've ended up with more than a broken sandal heel." He stopped for a moment, "It's a wonder Robin didn't break anything trying to get her in the water." Doujima pulled out her key and unlocked the door. She stopped and turned to him at the entrance.
"Did you say Amon was behind all that toothbrush mess?" she asked. From the look in her eyes Sakaki could tell a plan was formulating in her blonde head.
"Remember, I didn't say that," he replied.
"I'm glad he's FORTY, then!" she said self-righteously, entered the room and quickly closed the door behind her.
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IMBSA: Well, that was fun. Fight scenes are always fun. Especially when you're not in it. Well, Dennis may have narrowed his little eye at us, so if we don't post for awhile, that's why. R&R!
Prozacfairy: Yes, it seems that way. Or is it just working out that way? Hmmmmm…?
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Sakaki's Girl: Definitely. A beach/seashore scene is necessary if not required, especially on Key West. And of course by way of some freak accident the shirt some how isn't enough to hide the tattoo.
LadyAzura: We're so happy that you enjoy this story. We're having fun writing it!
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Prospero53223:Yeah that b-day song! I was always the type that felt slightly embarrassed when it was MY birthday with MY very own family and friends belting out the traditional "Happy Birthday" tune. It's truly mortifying having total strangers sing out those sentiments in public. Though some people, like my aunt and uncle, don't seem to mind it as much since my cousin seems to have 4 birthdays a month so they can get a free dessert.
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jainenblack: You are SO right, oh faithful one! Maybe Amon could relax a bit and learn to chill knowing his orbo gun has been taken cared of….Nah, somehow I doubt it.