Good Doesn't Always Win: Part IV Good Doesn't Always Win: Part IV
"We are not going to a fucking Christmas party! I don't care how hott the woman
was, Youji. I am sure you'll meet another that doesn't want you to go to some
party for a holiday celebrating God's goodness," Aya shouted, his face becoming
almost the same shade of deep red as his hair. "Ok, ok. You don't have to get
all upset about it! We won't go to the dumb party," Youji said, throwing his
arms up into the air. "Happy Aya?!" "Sure..." There was a long, distinct pause
in the conversation. Suddenly, Omi bustled in to the room, his cute little pink
apron adding to his already girlie appearance carrying a disgustingly oversized
bouquet of flowers and conveniently ending the conversation. Youji, seeing the
bouquet, however ugly it was, grinned demonically. He pounced on the small,
wide-eyed, still VERY hung over florist, grabbing at the bouquet. He slowly
touched each petal, listening quietly to the hissing sound the burning material
made.
"Mmmmmmmrrrrrrpphh... that... owwwwwwwww... head... pain... sun... hide...
sleep..." suddenly Omi's face contorted and he looked very sick. Ken grabbed a
fruit bowl off the counter and dove for Omi. Omi then proceded to completely mis
the bowl and, instead, last nights dinner wound up all over the floor, and Ken.
"I'll just go take a shower now..." Ken said, slowly standing up and leaving
the room. "Omi, you're going to bed. You're not going to make the whole
apartment into a mess." Omi stood up, only to fall over again and wound up
crawling into the bathroom.
" I'll open the shop." Aya sauntered away from a lost looking Youji. After a
few minutes it all caught up with him. He shrugged and dropped to the couch,
remote in hand.
" Didn't Omi say something about porn on the Discovery Channel?" he said to
himself, casually flipping through the channels.After about a minute or so,
Youji began to become extremly bored. Suddenly, he heard a quiet beep from the
direction of Omi's computer.
"What the fuck was that?!" Youji said, jumping off the couch. He walked over
to the beeping machine and stared at it blankly. "Omi, your stupid computer is
being fucking annoying."
"Oh. I'll be out in a... oOooooOhhhHHHhhH... nevermind," was the broken
response from the bathroom.
"Ok." Youji sat down, tapping his fingers on thew counter impatiently,
trying to ignore the obnoxious beeping.
"You're almost as bad as Omi. You know that?" he said to the computer. "I am
talking to a computer. Youji, you need to find something better to do with your
time... like fuck up Omi's computer!"
He sat down in the soft, comfy chair and spun around in it once. Then,
rolling the chair closer to the desk, he began to randomly hit keys. It came out
of the screen saver to show a small window that read.
Important: 1 new message from Manx
regarding the new mission...
LOADING...
"Umm... right. Omi! get your hungover ass ou there and check your e-mail."
There was a long pause then Youji heard a loud moan and a thud; the sound of Omi
falling to the floor. "Shit. Ok... I guess I get to do this on my own."
Youji spun around and got a serious look on his face. He tried to inagine
that this was just a simple mission. He could do it. That didn't work. The
computer just kept beeping at him whenever he tried to press any of the keys.
Suddenly, a new window popped up onto the screen. It was the e-mail.
"Wow. That, was easy." Youji's eyes quickly scanned the screen, then he
jumped up and ran for the bathroom.
"Omi, Ken, we're going to that party!!"
"Hmmmmnn? What do you mean??" Ken asked, stepping out of the shower and over
Omi, who was stil vomiting in the toilet. "How is that possible? Are we sneaking
out??"
"No. Read this." Youji pulled Ken out into the main room of the apartment
and had him read the e-mail.
"Our new mission... WE'RE GIONG TO TRISHA'S PARTY!" Ken ran over to Youji
and hugged him.
"Uh, I really happy too Ken, but, I'd rather you NOT hug me while wearing a
towel."
"Oh... that..." Ken backed away from Youji slowly. "Sorry. I'll go tell
Aya."
"No, I wanna tell him myself. God, I can't wait to see the look on his
face!" ~~~
Farfie's "quick stop" on the way home had wound up taking about three hours.
Probably because the sweet Irishman had stopped at a kitchen appliance store and
had been hinting at a very specific new set of knives and a power blender that
he wanted for Christmas. Nagi had actually resorted to pinning Farfello to a
board and carrying him out. Finnaly, exhausted, Nagi walked in the room carrying
the dead Christmas tree.
"We have a mission tonight. Some Christmas party." Schuldich called over his
shoulder from his position on the couch.
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"We are not going to a fucking Christmas party! I don't care how hott the woman
was, Youji. I am sure you'll meet another that doesn't want you to go to some
party for a holiday celebrating God's goodness," Aya shouted, his face becoming
almost the same shade of deep red as his hair. "Ok, ok. You don't have to get
all upset about it! We won't go to the dumb party," Youji said, throwing his
arms up into the air. "Happy Aya?!" "Sure..." There was a long, distinct pause
in the conversation. Suddenly, Omi bustled in to the room, his cute little pink
apron adding to his already girlie appearance carrying a disgustingly oversized
bouquet of flowers and conveniently ending the conversation. Youji, seeing the
bouquet, however ugly it was, grinned demonically. He pounced on the small,
wide-eyed, still VERY hung over florist, grabbing at the bouquet. He slowly
touched each petal, listening quietly to the hissing sound the burning material
made.
"Mmmmmmmrrrrrrpphh... that... owwwwwwwww... head... pain... sun... hide...
sleep..." suddenly Omi's face contorted and he looked very sick. Ken grabbed a
fruit bowl off the counter and dove for Omi. Omi then proceded to completely mis
the bowl and, instead, last nights dinner wound up all over the floor, and Ken.
"I'll just go take a shower now..." Ken said, slowly standing up and leaving
the room. "Omi, you're going to bed. You're not going to make the whole
apartment into a mess." Omi stood up, only to fall over again and wound up
crawling into the bathroom.
" I'll open the shop." Aya sauntered away from a lost looking Youji. After a
few minutes it all caught up with him. He shrugged and dropped to the couch,
remote in hand.
" Didn't Omi say something about porn on the Discovery Channel?" he said to
himself, casually flipping through the channels.After about a minute or so,
Youji began to become extremly bored. Suddenly, he heard a quiet beep from the
direction of Omi's computer.
"What the fuck was that?!" Youji said, jumping off the couch. He walked over
to the beeping machine and stared at it blankly. "Omi, your stupid computer is
being fucking annoying."
"Oh. I'll be out in a... oOooooOhhhHHHhhH... nevermind," was the broken
response from the bathroom.
"Ok." Youji sat down, tapping his fingers on thew counter impatiently,
trying to ignore the obnoxious beeping.
"You're almost as bad as Omi. You know that?" he said to the computer. "I am
talking to a computer. Youji, you need to find something better to do with your
time... like fuck up Omi's computer!"
He sat down in the soft, comfy chair and spun around in it once. Then,
rolling the chair closer to the desk, he began to randomly hit keys. It came out
of the screen saver to show a small window that read.
Important: 1 new message from Manx
regarding the new mission...
LOADING...
"Umm... right. Omi! get your hungover ass ou there and check your e-mail."
There was a long pause then Youji heard a loud moan and a thud; the sound of Omi
falling to the floor. "Shit. Ok... I guess I get to do this on my own."
Youji spun around and got a serious look on his face. He tried to inagine
that this was just a simple mission. He could do it. That didn't work. The
computer just kept beeping at him whenever he tried to press any of the keys.
Suddenly, a new window popped up onto the screen. It was the e-mail.
"Wow. That, was easy." Youji's eyes quickly scanned the screen, then he
jumped up and ran for the bathroom.
"Omi, Ken, we're going to that party!!"
"Hmmmmnn? What do you mean??" Ken asked, stepping out of the shower and over
Omi, who was stil vomiting in the toilet. "How is that possible? Are we sneaking
out??"
"No. Read this." Youji pulled Ken out into the main room of the apartment
and had him read the e-mail.
"Our new mission... WE'RE GIONG TO TRISHA'S PARTY!" Ken ran over to Youji
and hugged him.
"Uh, I really happy too Ken, but, I'd rather you NOT hug me while wearing a
towel."
"Oh... that..." Ken backed away from Youji slowly. "Sorry. I'll go tell
Aya."
"No, I wanna tell him myself. God, I can't wait to see the look on his
face!" ~~~
Farfie's "quick stop" on the way home had wound up taking about three hours.
Probably because the sweet Irishman had stopped at a kitchen appliance store and
had been hinting at a very specific new set of knives and a power blender that
he wanted for Christmas. Nagi had actually resorted to pinning Farfello to a
board and carrying him out. Finnaly, exhausted, Nagi walked in the room carrying
the dead Christmas tree.
"We have a mission tonight. Some Christmas party." Schuldich called over his
shoulder from his position on the couch.
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