I had attempted a more anime-ish style to chapter 1 than I had with any of my other fanfics. But, it didn't seem to run very smoothly, so I'll cut it back down to the norm on this one.
Chapter 2: Hitting the Sack
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Shortly after their encounter with the principal, Tai Ho and Yam Koo walked to the dormitory building of Greenhill Academy. When they entered, they were greeted by the sight of a homely interior and the smell of clean sheets and fresh food. Currently, students were filtering in through the doorway and heading upstairs, since the sun was setting at a rapid pace. The fishermen approached the front desk and were greeted by a stout man with a rag over one shoulder and an apron over his waist.
"Aye?" asked the man, rotating a toothpick within his mouth.
"Hello. We're two new students here and we'd like our room in the dormitory," said Yam Koo.
"Aye," replied the man.
Tai Ho smiled pleasantly. "Aye."
The man raised an eyebrow as Yam Koo nudged Tai Ho with his elbow and whispered, "Don't you start, bro."
Yam Koo smiled humbly at the man.
"So, may we have use of a room?"
"Aye."
Yam Koo bowed deferentially.
"We thank you. May we have the key to the room?"
With the man's swirl of a toothpick and the easy toss of a small iron key, the brothers had access to their dormitory
room.
***
After the brief click of a key opening a lock, Tai Ho and Yam Koo entered their room. It was rather plain, a red woolen carpet covering but a sphere of the floor in the center. There was a bunk bed nestled in one corner, and a large dresser in another. There was a large window across from the dresser, which let the last remaining rays of the sunset into the room. Fortunately, it seemed that candles had been lit within the room to compensate for the failing light. The walls were bare.
"Looks comfortable bro-"
"I call the top bunk!" shrieked Tai Ho, his face lit up in glee as he hurled his bags forward with all his strength.
"Bro, don't!" shouted Yam Koo, dismay clearly written on the part of his face that wasn't hidden by his blond hair.
But it was too late. Tai Ho, unfortunately, wasn't renowned for his accuracy back in the days of both the most recent wars. His bags flew astray, and with a crash they fell out of the window! A startled shout was heard soon after.
"Bro..."
"Oops. Good thing I didn't throw myself at the bed."
The fishermen looked outside, being careful to avoid the broken glass. Their eyes widened, as they saw none other than Principal Shinogato standing below their room, Tai Ho's baggage resting around his neck. Seeing the two men, Shinogato narrowed his eyes.
"You two..."
Yam Koo gulped, watching in mute horror at the sight of Tai Ho's bag resting limply below the principal's chin.
Tai Ho grinned and waved.
"Hey Shintoogati! You must be tired, because you've got bags under your eyes!" Tai Ho shouted, jeering at the man.
Yam Koo felt his heart jump into his throat as Tai Ho continued to laugh at his own joke.
The encumbered headmaster grasped a bundle of the bag straps with one large hand, his eyes narrowing upward toward the brothers.
"I believe these belong to you."
With a grunt, he tossed the bags back toward Tai Ho and Yam Koo.
Yam Koo dived to the side, away from the window. Tai Ho, however, took the full force of the incoming luggage, and was literally thrown to the floor. However, whether due to the force of the throw or an oversight of Greenhill's carpenters, the wooden planks beneath the fisherman collapsed upon his impact, sending him crashing downward!
Yam Koo rose to his feet, coughing from the flying dust of the destruction. He shook his head meaningfully.
"I wish there were some way for time to just... speed up. I just want to go to bed."
***
Tai Ho and Yam Koo, dressed in nightly attire (which was the exact same as their daily attire), climbed into their respective bunks, bringing their light blankets over themselves and settling into comfortable positions.
"Good night, Yam Koo."
"Night, bro."
Both fishermen closed their eyes, and began to drift off to sleep.
All of a sudden, Yam Koo's eyes opened widely, confusion written on his face.
"Wait... how did we get from the destroyed floor to here...?"
His gaze fell upon where Tai Ho had fallen. Amazingly, the floor seemed undamaged. But it may have just been the lack of visibility in the darkness.
"How... oh the hell with it. I'm too tired to care right now."
Minutes later, Yam Koo fell asleep.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
Chapter 2: Hitting the Sack
---------------------------
Shortly after their encounter with the principal, Tai Ho and Yam Koo walked to the dormitory building of Greenhill Academy. When they entered, they were greeted by the sight of a homely interior and the smell of clean sheets and fresh food. Currently, students were filtering in through the doorway and heading upstairs, since the sun was setting at a rapid pace. The fishermen approached the front desk and were greeted by a stout man with a rag over one shoulder and an apron over his waist.
"Aye?" asked the man, rotating a toothpick within his mouth.
"Hello. We're two new students here and we'd like our room in the dormitory," said Yam Koo.
"Aye," replied the man.
Tai Ho smiled pleasantly. "Aye."
The man raised an eyebrow as Yam Koo nudged Tai Ho with his elbow and whispered, "Don't you start, bro."
Yam Koo smiled humbly at the man.
"So, may we have use of a room?"
"Aye."
Yam Koo bowed deferentially.
"We thank you. May we have the key to the room?"
With the man's swirl of a toothpick and the easy toss of a small iron key, the brothers had access to their dormitory
room.
***
After the brief click of a key opening a lock, Tai Ho and Yam Koo entered their room. It was rather plain, a red woolen carpet covering but a sphere of the floor in the center. There was a bunk bed nestled in one corner, and a large dresser in another. There was a large window across from the dresser, which let the last remaining rays of the sunset into the room. Fortunately, it seemed that candles had been lit within the room to compensate for the failing light. The walls were bare.
"Looks comfortable bro-"
"I call the top bunk!" shrieked Tai Ho, his face lit up in glee as he hurled his bags forward with all his strength.
"Bro, don't!" shouted Yam Koo, dismay clearly written on the part of his face that wasn't hidden by his blond hair.
But it was too late. Tai Ho, unfortunately, wasn't renowned for his accuracy back in the days of both the most recent wars. His bags flew astray, and with a crash they fell out of the window! A startled shout was heard soon after.
"Bro..."
"Oops. Good thing I didn't throw myself at the bed."
The fishermen looked outside, being careful to avoid the broken glass. Their eyes widened, as they saw none other than Principal Shinogato standing below their room, Tai Ho's baggage resting around his neck. Seeing the two men, Shinogato narrowed his eyes.
"You two..."
Yam Koo gulped, watching in mute horror at the sight of Tai Ho's bag resting limply below the principal's chin.
Tai Ho grinned and waved.
"Hey Shintoogati! You must be tired, because you've got bags under your eyes!" Tai Ho shouted, jeering at the man.
Yam Koo felt his heart jump into his throat as Tai Ho continued to laugh at his own joke.
The encumbered headmaster grasped a bundle of the bag straps with one large hand, his eyes narrowing upward toward the brothers.
"I believe these belong to you."
With a grunt, he tossed the bags back toward Tai Ho and Yam Koo.
Yam Koo dived to the side, away from the window. Tai Ho, however, took the full force of the incoming luggage, and was literally thrown to the floor. However, whether due to the force of the throw or an oversight of Greenhill's carpenters, the wooden planks beneath the fisherman collapsed upon his impact, sending him crashing downward!
Yam Koo rose to his feet, coughing from the flying dust of the destruction. He shook his head meaningfully.
"I wish there were some way for time to just... speed up. I just want to go to bed."
***
Tai Ho and Yam Koo, dressed in nightly attire (which was the exact same as their daily attire), climbed into their respective bunks, bringing their light blankets over themselves and settling into comfortable positions.
"Good night, Yam Koo."
"Night, bro."
Both fishermen closed their eyes, and began to drift off to sleep.
All of a sudden, Yam Koo's eyes opened widely, confusion written on his face.
"Wait... how did we get from the destroyed floor to here...?"
His gaze fell upon where Tai Ho had fallen. Amazingly, the floor seemed undamaged. But it may have just been the lack of visibility in the darkness.
"How... oh the hell with it. I'm too tired to care right now."
Minutes later, Yam Koo fell asleep.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
