Chappie Three Just born. Mooo! New Character! Oh and when I refer to Izumi it's not Izzy it's Zoe. (I just loathe the name Zoe so I stick to Izumi.)
"Shouldn't you be at class?" Jeri asked. She was unpacking her stuff into an empty dresser in the room. Mimi rolled over in bed. "I guess but I don't know." One thing Jeri noticed when she walked into the room she smelled marijuana. Looking at Mimi she also thought she was anorexic. Shutting her dresser she sat down on the edge of her bed. "What's wrong Mimi?" Jeri asked already knowing what was coming. "Why would you care? The last two room mates didn't and neither will you." She replied with a scowl. Jeri began to brush the hair off of Mimi's face when she snapped at her. "Don't touch me!" Jeri, taken back, stood up. With that remark Mimi broke down into tears. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that- I- I don't know anymore." Jeri sat back down again. "Hey, I'm here for you. I don't know who your old roommates were but they must've been really cold to leave you." Mimi rolled over. The girl sitting at the end of the bed actually looked sincere. Sitting up she asked, "Want a drink?" Jeri smiled. "Sure."
He didn't like the smell of the place. A rank stench met him as he stepped inside the building. He always hated the place. Especially at night but during the day he didn't like it either. Looking around the bar he spotted the drop off man sitting in the corner. Smoke hung heavy in the air. The bartender filled a mug of beer. A little candle was sitting at the table. As he sat it flickered. "Have the cash?" He said gruffly. The man looked across the table at him. "Yes." He slid an envelope across the table. Izzy picked it up. The man grabbed the case and stood to leave. "No deal." Izzy said. The man looked back at him. "You didn't pay enough." The bartender walked into the back room. "Too bad." The man said. "No it's too bad for you, I have other customers." "I think the opposite." The man pulled a gun from out of his coat pocket and aimed at Izzy. "Bartender! A Bloody Mary!" Izzy shouted. A shot was heard from outside, crows scattered. The man was drunk as hell. Izzy stood unmoving. Another shot. A metal case hit the ground. "I believe this is the proper amount of money." The bartender said. Izzy looked at the man. In one hand he held a gun, the other he had a briefcase. Walking to the fallen man he pried the case from his hands and walked up to the bar. Looking inside the case he found that there was three times the amount. "Here you go." The bartender looked at him. "I wan two more shipments, then if they are satisfactory, my boss will talk to you." "Boss?" "No questions." He motioned toward the door with his gun.
Rika pulled in the garage noticing that her car didn't move. 'Hmm, guess he never left for his "appointment."' She had to admit he did have a much nicer car. She could see why he raced. Testing his car on a deserted road by the auto shop she reached 260 easily, without Nos. Straining to pull the box out from the passenger seat two hands came around her and pulled it out. "Thanks." She sheepishly replied. She ducked so Matt could move to put the box down. He set it on a workbench. "Well well, lets see what the little thief got at the store." Matt said sarcastically. Rika went and leaned on her car. The hood was warm. "Well then there's two thiefs." Matt smirked. He pulled out two tanks of Nos. "Why would you say that?" She stood up. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because my car usually doesn't get this hot sitting in the garage." Matt turned around, still smiling. "So. You took mine." She just smiled. "These for me or you?" he said holding the tanks up. "Me your tanks are full." "Oh, thanks." He pulled out a new oil filter. "What is this?" She was walking to go inside. "Oh, that. I need to change my oil." "I might have to help you with that one. Don't want my little girl getting all greasy before the race." He said teasing. She smirked then it hit her. "Race? You got me in?" He continued on like nothing had happened. "Did you?" He turned around. "Get dressed, I'll tell you in a little bit about all of it." "Well Nuhhhh!"
'Getting some exercise.' Sora thought as she finished the third flight of stairs leading to Matt's Dad's apartment. Walking down the hallway she heard loud music playing from a room farther down. 'Must be his apartment.' Walking to the door she knocked on it. She waited a second then pounded on the door. The as the door opened Sora said, "About time you opened the door." A little kid about the age of 9 looked up at her. "I-I'm sorry, I'll turn my music down! I'll never play it this loud again. I promise!" She began to laugh, forgetting she was in her uniform. "Oh, it's ok. Can you tell me where Mr. Ishida lives?" The little kid looked somewhat relived and pointed to the room across the hall. "Thanks." Sora said. Turning around he knocked on door. "What do you want?!" Emanated from the inside of the apartment. "Um, is Matt home?" "No! and I don't really care. That good for nothing leech yelled something about his friends house two nights ago. Now stop bugging me! I have work to do!"
"He didn't pay." Izzy yelled into his cell phone. "What do you mean he didn't pay?" Izzy pulled to stop at a light. "I mean that he was 1,000 dollars short of what was arranged." He heard Henry sigh on the other side of the phone. "And he pulled a gun on me." "Just bring the shipment back to me. Ok? I've got some things to talk to you about anyways." "No can do, the bartender bought it, for three times the asking price." "What?" "Yeah, he wants two more shipments then he said something about talking to his boss." The light turned green. "Sounds odd, just come back to the warehouse." Izzy sped through the intersection.
Matt was already under the car and waiting for Rika to show up. 'I ain't doing this by myself. It's not my car.' He thought. Sitting under her car he checked out her engine but his thoughts drifted to her. 'Why do I think about her? She's nothing but competition if you get to the core of it.' Matt hardly had a love life throughout high school. Yeah he knew he could get a girl if he wanted one, but he just didn't have time for one. At times when his buddies were going out on dates he would stay at home and work on his car. But then again he was one of the richest guys in the school from all the races he had won. Thinking about it he really didn't have anyone other than Tai that he hung out with. Yeah Izzy worked with him but it was just work. Now that was a guy that was desperate for a girl. Hell that kid needs a chill pill most of the time. Someone kicked his foot and snapped him out of his thinking trance. "Ready?" "Been for the past five years, what took ya so long?" Rika slid under next to him. "Nothing." Before Matt grabbed on to the oil filter she blurted out, "So am I in?" He looked over at her. "Yeah, and you might have a job if you beat me tonight." She slid the grease pan over. "Shouldn't be that hard." Matt unscrewed the oil filter. Black oil came pouring out into the pan. "I'm undefeated." She moved closer to him. "Ever crash?" "No. You?" She shook her head. "No, but I have died once." The stream was down to a trickle. "What do you mean?" "It's hard to explain." Matt grabbed a rag and wiped the area clean of oil and began tightening down the new filter. As he bent his arm a weird angle his cut reopened. A blood drop ran down his arm. Rika grabbed a rag and wiped it off. He looked over at her. "Thanks." She smiled. 'She looks good with her hair down.' Matt thought. "That's done." Matt said sliding from under the car. As Rika slid out he held out a hand to help her up. She took it but slipped on some oil, sending her and Matt back on the ground. "I'm sorry." Rika said from below Matt. He just laughed. "What's so funny?" "I never let anyone who is competition get into my heart but I believe that you've snuck in." Taken by surprise from Matt's words she blushed. "Can you let me up?" She quickly rebounded with. Matt still smiling said, "Maybe, for a kiss" She laughed. 'He is kinda cute.' She thought. Acting like she did it only because she had to she sat up and gave him a kiss. "Hey watch it you two, get a room before this escalates." The both turned around in surprise. Sora was standing there looking at both of them. Quickly getting off the ground Matt introduced Sora to Rika and Rika to Sora. "So you're new around here?" Rika looked at her. She didn't like cops; they always gave her a bad vibe. "Yeah." "So why are you staying here? I know Matt's reason." Matt looked at her with a quizzical look. "I stopped by your dad's apartment." Matt just laughed. "I'm here because I couldn't stand my roommate." "Who?" "Mimi." Matt walked inside. "With the weird T name?" Rika laughed. "Yep that Mimi." 'This cop isn't that bad.' Rika thought to herself. "Oh Mimi, how annoying she could be." Rika looked for Matt. "Hey you want to come inside?"
"So then why do you still want to go out with guys like that? I mean all the other guys like that you've dated have been assholes; so why not change breed?" Jeri said. Mimi sat in a pile of crumpled tissues. Her eyes were red from crying. "I don't know, I guess I'm stubborn…" She drifted off. "Hey I heard that there was a big street racing thing tonight. Where I used to live they were pretty good, want to go?" Mimi hugged her pillow. "They're all lowlifes, losers." Jeri looked at her. "Lowlife? Hell these guys have so much cash it's sick. They bet hundreds of dollars like it's nothing. And some are good looking." She added with a smile. "Really?" "Yeah." Mimi sat up again. "Ok, but they better be good looking." Both girls laughed.
The bartender sat in the back room of the bar with his boss. "So is it the good stuff?" Kouji looked at the contents of the case. "It's excellent." And then once they get busted we'll have a nice supply here so start selling." The bartender looked edgy. The ceiling fan clicked as it turned on its uneven axis. "They haven't been caught yet." Kouji chuckled. "That's where you can help me my friend." The bartender took a swig of his drink. "What do you want me to do?" Kouji looked up. "There's a race tonight. I want you to race in it. They have people that always race. All I have to do is slip some cocaine in their car and then if, a cop notices, which there will be one there," He paused to chuckle, "They'll find and then connect them to Henry's operation." "What if they don't find it." The bartender shook. "Oh they will, trust me, because you'll nudge the car with the cocaine in it, causing it to crash. Police show up, and bam, cocaine found in car." He chuckled again. The bartender opened the bottle of vodka and went to take a swig but was stopped by Kouji. "No more, you need to be sober for tonight."
"Something is foul with this. This was too smooth." Henry sat on a folding chair by the some crates. The afternoon sun was streaming through the door. Izzy leaned against the crates. "I knew we had set that safety contract with him but when he wanted the case and didn't even bother with the dead body after I had left, some things missing." Henry got up. "You racing tonight?" Izzy looked at him. "Of course, and I'm not going to lose to Matt tonight." Henry laughed. "That's one thing about you two, always squabbling about who will beat who." "Yeah well it's me this time."
"No orange juice?" Sora called from the kitchen. "Nope, fatso drank it all." Rika said poking at Matt's belly. "Why you messing with my abs?" He teased Rika. "Abs? Tai's are hilarious, they're offset. One side starts higher than the other side." "That would be weird." Rika said. "Matt what did you do to your arm?" Matt looked at his arm. "Oh nothing, just a scratch. So why did you come over here? You knew that Tai was out of town." "I know, I talked with him yesterday. But the reason I'm here is that in need your help." "Ooo a cop needing our help?" Rika said in a teasing manner. "Hey I do. So I was wondering if you could get me into street racing thingies tonight." Matt chuckled. "Why do you want to come?" "I'm not suppose to tell you but I'm working on a case that involves drug trafficking, and I have a tip that some of them are street racers." Matt's blood chilled. 'OOO FUCK. You have a cop sitting in front of you who wants to arrest your ass. Do not let her come. Wait no, let her come, then Henry's plan will work even better. But why is she asking me if she can go? You just walk up and watch. Invited?' Sora looked over at Matt. "Soooo, can you get me in?" Matt smiled. "Well you know that you don't have to be invited. You can just show up." "Then why did Tai tell me I had to be invited?" Rika piped on this one. "Well he could be a really nice boyfriend and since you are a cop, and this is an illegal thing we're doing, some of the people might not like you wandering around and might "ruff you up" as some say. But if you come in with Matt, then everyone will know that you aren't a cop." Both stared at Rika. "What?" Sora looked back at Matt. "I'll be here at?" "9:00." Rika piped in again. Matt shook his head. 'This better work Matt or else you're screwed' She stood up. "Well then I'll see you tonight." She glanced at Rika. "Will I be seeing you too?" "Yep, at the finish line in first."
Matt was laying on Tai's bed. Rika was cooking something in the kitchen. The ceiling fan slowly turned. Tai's soccer trophies sat on two shelves collecting dust. Glancing over at them made Matt think of past days. Days when all he wanted to do was hang out with his band a play. Those where the good days. Those were also the days where he died. Thoughts swam through his mind. 'Why did I kiss her? Why did I want to?' His thoughts drifted back to Izumi. She was the heart and soul of his life. She came to all his concerts. He chuckled as he remembered when he first saw her. That leech Jun was running up to him as he came out of the backstage area. Well as it went Izumi bribed security to let her backstage, but they let her go in the wrong door. Realizing this she threw open the door ticked that they told her the wrong room, and the door slammed Jun right in the face. Matt burst out laughing as Izumi looked at Jun lying on the ground and decided to forget about her and run to Matt. They hit it off and one concert later Matt asked her out on stage. He smiled remembering all the fun they had together, he thought that she was the perfect. But his smile quickly diminished remembering when he caught her with one of his other ban members. He just stood there a while until they noticed him standing in the doorway. Neither tried to explain. Matt kicked the player off of the band. He never talked to Izumi again. That night he cried. For the first time in some 5 odd years water welled in his eyes and he cried. She had ripped his heart out, leaving a hollow shell of a body. She had killed the former Matt. That's how he had been for two years now. Not really caring about his life or others. 'But why now,' he thought 'Why her? You barely know her. What draws you in?' He rolled over and sniffed the air. Something was burning.
Rika put on an apron and looked in the fridge. Two beer bottles, a milk carton, two eggs, an apple, chocolate syrup, and a cup of yogurt were all it's contents. She opened the freezer. Ice, Three frozen pizzas, five microwave dinners, one ice pack. 'Well we know he's not exactly Emeril.' She thought to herself. Pulling a pizza out she turned on the oven and popped it in. Taking off the apron she boosted herself to sit on the countertop. She sighed. There was something about that boy sitting in the other room. Something that drew her in. Something she couldn't describe. She really never had a boyfriend. She had always been the tomboy, fighting with them but never falling for any of them. Why was this one different? Yeah he was pretty good-looking, and nice, maybe sweet, but nice, and one thing that she just couldn't put her finger on. She was brought back to reality as her nose smelt smoke. 'Oh shit.'