Heh, when I said pronto, I meant pronto on my little timetable…meaning much later than what would be normally expected. ^_^;; Um…not much else to say…other than, don't do drugs, stay in school, and drink your milk! o.O;; Oh yeah, and Tribute by Tenacious D is funny shit, so go download that. Okay, I'm done being annoying.
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"Today a car accident claimed three lives…"
The sound of the television droned on and on as Usagi stared vacantly at the screen, the remote held loosely in her hand. Her long blonde hair was falling out of its odango style, looking as though she hadn't brushed it in a while. Her baggy sweatshirt looked about as good, along with the plaid boxers she wore. She sat cross-legged on the soft couch, unaware of much else other than the television.
"I'm home!" Minako called cheerfully as she kicked off her shoes and dumped her bag in the hall. She walked into the living room, finding, to her disappointment, Usagi in pretty much the same position she had left her in two days ago.
"Hey," Usagi replied absently, keeping her eyes glued to the television.
"Want to hear how my trip was?" Minako tried, forcing her expression and tone of voice to remain cheerful.
This time Usagi only moved her shoulders in response, indicating she didn't care.
Minako closed her eyes for a moment and counted to ten. 'Maybe this is what it's like to have children,' she mused, while at the same time vowing not to have any. As much as she loved Usagi, and cared about her, she was sick of having a depressed freeloader in her house. At first when Usagi had slipped back into her depression after striking out in the world of employment, Minako had allowed it, not sure of what she should do. Usagi still seemed fragile after Mamoru, and Minako didn't want to hurt the girl any more by being harsh.
But Minako was getting sick of this. It had been almost two weeks, and she wanted Usagi to get off of her butt and do something.
Minako sat down on the couch next to her and took the remote from her hand, and clicked off the television.
For the first time, Usagi turned to look at her friend, surprise and annoyance marring her features. "I was watching that," she said, though her tone wasn't very angry, it was simply a statement.
"Usagi-chan," Minako said as nicely as she could. "You need to get off of the couch, and take a shower. Then you can go raid my closet for whatever you want to wear, just so long as they aren't pajamas, because we're going out in public,"
"W-where are we going?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Grocery shopping," Minako said, thinking fast. "From now on, it's going to be your responsibility to do all of the errands, and keep the house clean,"
To Minako's surprise, the girl seemed eager to comply. "You mean it?! That's great, now I don't have to worry so much about rent!"
Minako felt her grin become more natural. "Hai, and you can start when we get back by cleaning the living room top to bottom, since you've been living in it for the past week or so,"
Usagi nodded, and jumped out of her seat as she sprinted for the bathroom. She halted at the doorway of the living room, however, and turned back to her friend. "Arigatou Minako-chan, I promise I'll do a good job!" and then she took off again, her sock covered feet slipping slightly on the wooden floor.
"Just don't ever change, Usagi-chan," Minako said, though the girl was well out of hearing range. It was weird how quickly she seemed to bounce back when given something else to focus on. But Minako guessed there was probably still some pain from the loss of her fiancé still resting in the back of her mind.
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Almost a week later, Usagi got up early in the morning, brushed away the disturbing images that were still left in her mind from a night of dreams, and dressed, humming under her breath.
The house was quiet, and a bit lonely that morning. She turned on the radio in the kitchen for some company as she made herself a quick breakfast. She didn't bother making another plate as Minako was away on another trip.
She pulled a small piece of paper off of the refrigerator and studied it for a moment.
"Let see," she spoke aloud to herself. "Dry cleaning…did it yesterday…groceries…done…dusting…done…capsules…that's the one I forgot!"
When Usagi had first come to live with Minako, she had first encountered hoi poi capsules. For some reason, they had never been very popular in Tokyo, so Usagi had become fascinated with them.
Recently, Minako had crashed her air bike, and had asked Usagi to get it fixed for her.
She pulled out the small white case and searched for the right one. "Ah! Here it is…" she looked it over, looking for a label with any information on it. "Let's see…'In case of malfunction, call the Capsule Corps. Hotline…'" she read. "Okay, makes sense," Usagi picked up the phone and dialed the number while continuing to look over the capsule. It rang several times before a voice recording came on.
"Hello, and welcome to the Capsule Corp hotline, how may I help you?"
"Moshi, moshi, I was wondering-" Usagi started, but was cut off by the recording.
"-If you are interested in purchasing capsules, dial 1, if you would like to know what this week's special is, dial 2, if you would like to complain about a crazed man blowing up your house, press 3, if you-"
Usagi listened patiently for another three minutes as it listed off the options, and found none of them helpful. Finally, she hung up. "Damn, now what do I do?" she turned over the white case they were in and saw the address for Capsule Corps. "Hey! They're made right here in the city! I'll just go there!" (AN: Did I ever say Usagi was the swiftest of children?)
So Usagi set off on what would be a most interesting adventure.
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Hmmm…I really ought to stop here, seeing as I have a lot of other stuff to do…but, seeing as I don't really want to do those things, and this is a mere three pages long as it is…
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"No, I didn't have a wild man come and insult my family and blow up my house!" Usagi said, her exasperation wildly climbing. "I just want to get this air bike fixed!" she waved the capsule around to prove her point.
The secretary sitting at the desk seemed to be having trouble comprehending Japanese at the moment. "So you aren't trying to sue the company for personal damage?"
"No!" Usagi replied. "I-want-to-get-my-air-bike-fixed!" she said slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry but our mechanics have already left for the day, you'll have to come back tomorrow at eight," the woman replied, shuffling a pile of papers.
"Nani?!" it took every bit of resolve she had to not strangle the secretary. "Why didn't you tell me that in the first place?!"
"Well you weren't making much sense," the woman sniffed.
"Excuse me for a moment," Usagi said, and walked over to the one of the walls in the waiting room they were in, and slammed her head against it repeatedly.
Now while Usagi was playing the self-mutilation game, she didn't notice a faint rumbling begin. However, she did notice when a loud explosion rang out from just beyond the building's walls, and one said wall was blown in, throwing chunks of concrete everywhere.
Usagi may not have been the most graceful or coordinated woman in the world, but after years of being present during all different kinds of explosions, she had learned how to jump out of harm's way pretty well. And so she did just that, and dove underneath the nearby coffee table.
"Brat I told you not to move!" bellowed a deep, intimidating voice.
Usagi crawled out from under her hiding place and stared at the destruction with wide eyes. 'Please don't let it be a youma,' she prayed.
The door on one of the three remaining walls opened, and out came a woman who looked rather annoyed.
"Vejiita no baka! What did I tell you about blowing things up during office hours?!" she shouted, through the large hole in the wall, not seeming to notice Usagi. "Get your butt over here right now!"
"I will do no such thing onna! Now you get over here and fix my gravity room!" the deep voice bellowed back. "It's not my fault your son is a coward!"
The woman rolled her eyes, and then tossed her teal colored hair in annoyance. "Forget about getting your little room fixed!" she shouted. "And you're sleeping on the couch for the next three weeks! And add another week to that for insulting Trunks!"
There was no response, and with a satisfied smirk, the woman turned back to glance at the damage done to her office. She noticed her secretary on the ground, with swirls in place of her pupils. "Oh, not again!" the teal-haired woman groaned, snapping her fingers in front of the secretary's face. "That's the third one this month," she muttered, then finally seemed to notice Usagi.
Her expression went from one of surprise to a sunny smile in a second flat. "Oh, hi there!" she said cheerfully. "How may I help you?"
"Um…I-I was wondering if I could get my air bike fixed," she hesitantly asked.
"Of course!" she said hastily. "Here, follow me,"
Usagi nodded slightly and trailed behind the teal-haired woman as they went through the door she had entered through. They entered a room that resembled what a combination of an office and a sort of lab would look like.
"Just let me make one phone call, and I'll be right with you," she said with a smile while moving to stand behind her desk, which was situated in one corner of the large room. Picking up the phone she dialed and waited for while it rang, meanwhile gesturing for Usagi to have a seat. "Moshi moshi Smith-san, I think you can guess why I'm calling…yes I know it's the fourth ad of put out in a month!" the woman's voice became agitated as her conversation continued. "…Are you insinuating that I don't run a good business?! It's not my fault my husband has anger management problems and there isn't a single secretary in the entire city that's got the guts to work here!"
Usagi listened to the half of the conversation she could hear with interest, until the woman slammed the receiver down in fury. The blonde jumped a little, but remained silent as the older woman rapidly composed herself.
"You wouldn't happen to know anybody who was looking for a job, would you?" She asked suddenly, a hint of hope gleaming in her eyes.
Usagi felt her jaw drop, and her own blue eyes begin to widen in surprise. 'This is too good to be true,' "H-hai…a-actually I am,"
The teal-haired woman's eyes lit up with excitement. "You are?! Would you be willing to be my secretary?"
"Uh-" was all she managed before she was cut off.
"-The pay isn't great, I mean is *insert large amount of dinero here* a week okay?"
Usagi couldn't contain herself when she heard the amount. "NANI?!" That was more money than she would have made in a year busing tables at Friendly's.
"Is that too little?" the woman asked.
"N-no!" Usagi managed. "But, do you want to know my qualifications or anything? I haven't been to college-"
The woman raised her hand to silence her, a smile on her lips. "Hey, you survived a blast from Vejiita, that makes you more than suited for the job,"
The blonde found herself speechless once more. "W-when do I start?" she stammered.
"Is next week okay? I need to clean up this mess, by the way, my name's Bulma, Bulma Briefs," she introduced herself with a bow.
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Blehh…this was kinda stooped, but oh well, at least the bunny is employed now. Something to look forward to next time…watch as Minako tries to get Usagi back in the swing of things by taking her dancing…and *dun dun dun* dating…*dramatic fade-out*