OK, chapter two. Do I know where I'm going with this? Not really, no. I'm
sure I'll figure it out soon enough, tho! ^_^;; Yamato now has a part-time
job at a video store to put himself through college. Why a video store?
Because I work at Blockbuster and I have to find SOME way to insert the
hatred I feel for work into my fics!
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Chapter 2 - Himawari
"HELLO?! Can I get some service here?" an angry voice called over the front desk.
Yamato looked up from the piles of videos he was trying to sort, to see a short middle-aged woman glaring at him. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled as he walked to the counter. "You ready?"
"Mommy! I want candyyyy!" the four-year-old-girl at the woman's side whined.
"Fine, fine, get one for your brother too," the woman sighed, referring to the drooling baby she held in her left arm.
Yamato wanted to say something about how these children were already spoiled rotten, and how if the woman didn't do something now they'd end up like her, but he kept his mouth shut. "Is that gonna be it?" he asked half- heartedly as he scanned down the pile of videos.
"Yes, yes, and this." The woman handed over the candy and some popcorn.
Yamato paused. The numbers weren't coming up right. "Oops..." he mumbled. "Wasn't paying attention. You had a late fee on here from..." he scanned down the long list of children's movies the woman had rented in the last three months. "...oh, on Crayon Shin-chan Volume Three."
"No!" the woman practically yelled at him, shaking her head. "No, no, no! I turned that in THREE DAYS before it was due!"
"...oh. Um, your history says you turned it in a day after--"
"Well your computer is wrong then!"
"...oh. Well, it's not. See, computers tend to remember things better than people so--"
"Are you insulting me?!"
"No, I'm just trying to explain that--"
"I told you! I brought that in a full HOUR before it was due!"
Yamato sighed. "I thought you said you brought it in three days ahead of time."
"I did! Three days and one hour! It was raining and I was scared there would be a mudslide so I brought it in early!"
"...Where exactly do you live?"
"I live three blocks away! Why?"
"It hasn't rained for two weeks."
"I didn't say it rained! I said I thought it might!"
Yamato suppressed a growl and credited the late fees off. "Fine, I took it off this time. Your total is $15.62." The woman tossed a credit card at him and, after the transaction went through, snatched her bag from his hands and sauntered out the door with her whiny children. "Ugh... that baby drooled all over the counter." Yamato pulled up the woman's account and left a warning on it:
Watch credits, woman likes to blame late fees on mudslides.
Also, be careful; her baby drools on everything.
Sighing, he went back to sorting the returns.
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It seemed all the birds in Tokyo were singing that Sunday afternoon. It was a beautiful spring day, and no one should have been indoors! Taichi, however, disagreed with this policy, as the best singing perch in town was the tree outside his bedroom window. He rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. "Stupid birds," he mumbled. "Can't they tell I'm trying to sleep?" Giving up on more rest, he sat up in bed and stared blankly at the alarm clock. "Mmf... 1:00 in the afternoon? Too early to be awake. Should kill birds..." He got out of bed and stretched. "Oh yeah, Yamato came over last night. I should probably put some clothes on before going out there." Taichi grabbed his sweatpants sniffed them. "Eh, no smell; they're clean enough."
The living room was sparkling. Somehow, Yamato had vacuumed, dusted, done the dishes, organized the bookshelf, and cut fresh flowers for the coffee table all before he had left. "Freak..." Taichi mumbled as he sat on the clean couch and stared at his now alphabetized dvd collection. "I wonder where he went--"
Taichi wandered into the kitchen to get some breakfast, and was horrified that all his food seemed to be missing. "What the-- what did he do?!" Panicking that Yamato may have thrown out perfectly good leftover pizza, he looked in the refrigerator. Blinking a few times, he finally sorted out what he saw. There was food not only in the refrigerator, but wrapped in tinfoil. "Geez, it'll get all cold in there!" Taichi grabbed one of the triangular shaped tinfoil packages and rescued the pizza from inside, munching on it as he went back to the living room.
Taped to the television was a note, written in perfect handwriting on light blue stationary.
Taichi,
I thought I'd clean up a bit before leaving for work since your place was getting sorta messy. I hope you don't mind. Thank you for letting me stay here last night. I wanted to stay and clean more as thanks, but I had to go to work to get my mind off things. Sorry about barging in. I don't remember much of what happened, I guess I was pretty drunk. Sorry if I was totally embarrassing. I'll call you later.
Thanks,
Yamato
'Well, things will be interesting now,' Taichi thought to himself as he tossed the note on the coffee table and picked up the TV remote. 'Sora will probably be avoiding Yamato, and I'm sure she'll want to keep their apartment. Maybe he'll stay here for a while!' Taichi grinned a bit evilly for a moment and then sighed. 'Then again, even if he does I shouldn't do anything about it. He needs me to be a friend and cheer him up, not suddenly out myself and hit on him.'
Getting up to pull his Playstation off from it's new perch on his entertainment system, he groaned. "Anyway, Yamato is the femme one! He's the one who carries girlie stationary around with him and cleans other people's houses! Why am I the one in the closet and he's the one with girls all over him?!" Taichi sat back down on the couch decisively, and tried to distract himself with the newest Final Fantasy game.
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Chapter 2 - Himawari
"HELLO?! Can I get some service here?" an angry voice called over the front desk.
Yamato looked up from the piles of videos he was trying to sort, to see a short middle-aged woman glaring at him. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled as he walked to the counter. "You ready?"
"Mommy! I want candyyyy!" the four-year-old-girl at the woman's side whined.
"Fine, fine, get one for your brother too," the woman sighed, referring to the drooling baby she held in her left arm.
Yamato wanted to say something about how these children were already spoiled rotten, and how if the woman didn't do something now they'd end up like her, but he kept his mouth shut. "Is that gonna be it?" he asked half- heartedly as he scanned down the pile of videos.
"Yes, yes, and this." The woman handed over the candy and some popcorn.
Yamato paused. The numbers weren't coming up right. "Oops..." he mumbled. "Wasn't paying attention. You had a late fee on here from..." he scanned down the long list of children's movies the woman had rented in the last three months. "...oh, on Crayon Shin-chan Volume Three."
"No!" the woman practically yelled at him, shaking her head. "No, no, no! I turned that in THREE DAYS before it was due!"
"...oh. Um, your history says you turned it in a day after--"
"Well your computer is wrong then!"
"...oh. Well, it's not. See, computers tend to remember things better than people so--"
"Are you insulting me?!"
"No, I'm just trying to explain that--"
"I told you! I brought that in a full HOUR before it was due!"
Yamato sighed. "I thought you said you brought it in three days ahead of time."
"I did! Three days and one hour! It was raining and I was scared there would be a mudslide so I brought it in early!"
"...Where exactly do you live?"
"I live three blocks away! Why?"
"It hasn't rained for two weeks."
"I didn't say it rained! I said I thought it might!"
Yamato suppressed a growl and credited the late fees off. "Fine, I took it off this time. Your total is $15.62." The woman tossed a credit card at him and, after the transaction went through, snatched her bag from his hands and sauntered out the door with her whiny children. "Ugh... that baby drooled all over the counter." Yamato pulled up the woman's account and left a warning on it:
Watch credits, woman likes to blame late fees on mudslides.
Also, be careful; her baby drools on everything.
Sighing, he went back to sorting the returns.
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It seemed all the birds in Tokyo were singing that Sunday afternoon. It was a beautiful spring day, and no one should have been indoors! Taichi, however, disagreed with this policy, as the best singing perch in town was the tree outside his bedroom window. He rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. "Stupid birds," he mumbled. "Can't they tell I'm trying to sleep?" Giving up on more rest, he sat up in bed and stared blankly at the alarm clock. "Mmf... 1:00 in the afternoon? Too early to be awake. Should kill birds..." He got out of bed and stretched. "Oh yeah, Yamato came over last night. I should probably put some clothes on before going out there." Taichi grabbed his sweatpants sniffed them. "Eh, no smell; they're clean enough."
The living room was sparkling. Somehow, Yamato had vacuumed, dusted, done the dishes, organized the bookshelf, and cut fresh flowers for the coffee table all before he had left. "Freak..." Taichi mumbled as he sat on the clean couch and stared at his now alphabetized dvd collection. "I wonder where he went--"
Taichi wandered into the kitchen to get some breakfast, and was horrified that all his food seemed to be missing. "What the-- what did he do?!" Panicking that Yamato may have thrown out perfectly good leftover pizza, he looked in the refrigerator. Blinking a few times, he finally sorted out what he saw. There was food not only in the refrigerator, but wrapped in tinfoil. "Geez, it'll get all cold in there!" Taichi grabbed one of the triangular shaped tinfoil packages and rescued the pizza from inside, munching on it as he went back to the living room.
Taped to the television was a note, written in perfect handwriting on light blue stationary.
Taichi,
I thought I'd clean up a bit before leaving for work since your place was getting sorta messy. I hope you don't mind. Thank you for letting me stay here last night. I wanted to stay and clean more as thanks, but I had to go to work to get my mind off things. Sorry about barging in. I don't remember much of what happened, I guess I was pretty drunk. Sorry if I was totally embarrassing. I'll call you later.
Thanks,
Yamato
'Well, things will be interesting now,' Taichi thought to himself as he tossed the note on the coffee table and picked up the TV remote. 'Sora will probably be avoiding Yamato, and I'm sure she'll want to keep their apartment. Maybe he'll stay here for a while!' Taichi grinned a bit evilly for a moment and then sighed. 'Then again, even if he does I shouldn't do anything about it. He needs me to be a friend and cheer him up, not suddenly out myself and hit on him.'
Getting up to pull his Playstation off from it's new perch on his entertainment system, he groaned. "Anyway, Yamato is the femme one! He's the one who carries girlie stationary around with him and cleans other people's houses! Why am I the one in the closet and he's the one with girls all over him?!" Taichi sat back down on the couch decisively, and tried to distract himself with the newest Final Fantasy game.