Chapter 1 : Brook The Pain
O girl in the flo~wer shop
Wont you tu~rn your hem up
Let the wind catch your ski~rt
So that I may fli~rt
And won't yo-u show your pants ple~ase!
"Nooo...That isn't a song! A song needs inspiration! And that was a misinterpretation to the full!"
"Huh?" , the long-arm girl tilts her head and looks up quizzically at the enormous skeleton man.
"What do you meant misinterpretation? Isn't that your passion?"
"Passion! Not at all!...", says Brook crossly.
"But the managers said...", she hesitates.
"...To see a woman's panties is the greatest reward of being alive. Though I'm already dead...Yohoho".
Brook laughs while at his own joke but the girl is somewhat dull. She keeps staring at him expecting an answer.
Brook, noticing her expression begins clarifying, "That song of yours is no good to express my wish. To see a woman's pants when her apron flies in the wind is...rid~iculous!"
Though he ends on a pleasant musical note, the girl seems to get intimidated. She begins stammering.
"Errr..but skir..I could write anot...", she begins to say.
"Oh I forgot! May I see your panties miss?", he interrupts realizing the most important thing that he had missed out.
"Huh..uh..sure..."
"EH?"
Now it was Brook's turn to be surprised.
The girl not yet showing any motion to the effect asks him, "What's wrong?"
"It's depressing!", says Brook, skull hanging dejected.
"Nobody's ever said yes before! I don't...I don't seem to feel that joy at all!"
"Oh", she says tilting her head to side.
Suddenly she grins and says, "But you're an old man who has no eyes!"
"Hnn.."
Brook looks up at her grinning face. Ordinarily that line should have been his, and he should be laughing. Except he could not.
It just didn't come - that feeling.
He was wrong. It wasn't her agreeing to show them that got him depressed.
This girl was a serial mood killer!
Candidate 1 Rejected.
Note : Sorry! And Thanks for the suggestion.
Rectified.
Yohoho...but yet no bottle of rum.
:D