Disclaimer: If you sue me, you might get some pocket lint. You might even get a
M&M's wrapper. You won't get anything important, but it still belongs to me
therefore I'm just letting you know that this does not belong to me. The
storyline, M. Charm, Yumi, Yami Yumi and the CCRBs do. The Nihongo no Tabemono
shop is mine!! So is the song that I will write concerning the fact of when it
will be written.
Chocolate Covered Rice Balls
Chapter Three: School and Charms
Yumi opened her eyes at the sight of a digital clock that read five thirty. That
figured. She didn't sleep well on account of remembering everything she had gone
through. Her wishes were never going to come true, unless she could think of
something. Oh well. It was time for her to wake up and learn exactly what had
taken place during her sleep.
"I need to make some more rice balls." Yumi told herself aloud, looking through
her closet to find her uniform for Domino High School. "That way this afternoon
when I get to the store I will have some made." She smiled and thought of her
first customers and who they were... again. Yumi found the uniform and put it
on, brushed her long hair and braided it. That didn't take too long, but it
wasn't even six yet.
Yumi opened the door to see that the house was dark, except the running
television, where Yoshio had fallen asleep yet again. She turned of the set and
walked into the kitchen, where her clean kimono and more supplies for the shop
sat, waiting for her to pick them up and take them with her on this new day.
Yumi grabbed everything she needed, her keys to the shop and her bookbag to
leave the house when someone called for her in the back of the room.
"Yumi Ishada, where do you think you are going?" asked her father.
"Listen, I have a shop to run and school to attend. Just make sure that Yoshio
gets up on time today, okay pal?" Yumi sharply answered, giving of a dreadful
look.
"You know that you can't leave without my permission." He said.
Yumi turned to see him, even if he was in the shadows, and told him as harshly
as she could speak, "You are not my real father. I hate you and everything that
you have ever amounted to. I just let you take care of Yoshio for now, but when
it comes time, I will get rid of you. I can't take on the whole part of him
right at this point. That is why I started my shop. I don't like the fact that
you brought me here to this damned country either!"
Yoshio looked up to see his sister and father yelling at each other. This
bothered him until Yumi led him up to his room and set his alarm for seven in
the morning, so he would get up on time.
The man that had proclaimed to be her father screamed back, "That's enough,
young lady! You won't talk to me like that. You know that you can't survive on
your own! You damn well know it. All you are is a Japanese bitch!"
Yumi's eyes flared a deep passion of hatred. Her necklace reacted to her anger
and soon she became calm and could take anything and everything that that man
yelled at her. "I won't take this. I am leaving. Tadaima!" She walked out and
slammed the door while the man nodded.
"That's right, Yumi. You just go on." He laughed harshly as Yoshio came up to
him.
"What were you and Sis Yumi fighting about?" Yoshio asked with tears in his
eyes. The little ten year old boy didn't like what he just witnessed at all.
This pain that he bore for Yumi was enormous and the hatred as well for this man
that Yumi hated with a passion. "So? Otoosama!!"
The man glared at the boy. "Don't you ever speak in Japanese to me again, you
little freak. Get ready for school. You are leaving early." He walked in behind
Yoshio and went into the room that was forbidden to the rest of the family.
At that point in time, Yumi was fighting within herself. "That man! He's been so
harsh to us both. He will get what he deserves soon." She was walking, but this
time it was not in the rain. She wished it was raining, that way the rest of the
world would possibly be as miserable as she was.
Right then, she hit something, or someone rather. "Careful!" said a younger male
voice. It wasn't Mokuba's voice either, but it was familiar. "Whoa!" The boy had
spikey hair that was three different colors!
Yumi bowed formally. "Sumimasen!" she said. "Gomenasai!"
"Is this chic for real?" asked another voice. "She's speaking Japanese!" This
one had sandy hair color and a New York City accent, one that she wasn't too
accustomed to. "Who are you?"
Yumi then tried to be formal, but she stopped and tried to act more American.
"I'm Yumi Ishada, and I am going to go by my shop before school starts to drop
off a few things. After that, I'm going to Domino High School." She nodded
instead of bowing and the other people looked at her strangely.
"I'm Yugi Moto." Said the boy that was shorter than everyone else with three
different hair colors. "This is my friend Joey."
"Why are you out here so early?" Yumi asked. She looked at them all while
clutching her golden pendant. "Because you can come in my shop if you want to."
Yugi shrugged. "Okay." Both he and Joey followed Yumi to a small shop in the
middle section of town. The building it was in was small, but the outside was
decorated with Japanese writing and pictures of the food that was sold inside
the shop. "This is a cute little building, Yumi."
"Arigatoo." She replied, opening the shop to find that it was like she left it.
The tables were inside the front, the counter still stood, and even the back was
all right. "Well, that means the day can start out with somewhat of a good day."
She looked at the boys and put her kimono and supplies up where they should be
before she left. "We can go to school now, if you'd like."
Joey nodded. "Hey! We were supposed to meet Tea and Tristan by now!!"
Yugi's face went red. "Those two. I can't believe they actually hooked up." His
blushing caused Yumi to laugh. "What?"
"Oh nothing, Yugi." Yumi looked off and said, "Well, if you are going then you
go ahead, because I do have things to do. The shop opens after I get in from
school and closes at nine thirty. You can come by anytime then."
"We will do that." Yugi said as he and Joey left her alone in her shop, where
she didn't even have the lights on yet.
"CRAP!!" She looked at her watch. Now it was seven thirty and she did not want
to be late on her first day of school here in America. She closed and locked up
all the supplies and the store when she left.
This is stupid she thought to herself.
what is? asked a voice in her mind.
Who are you? Yumi thought.
A friend. I know that you feel so bad about your family, Yumi. replied the
voice with calmness. I want to help you.
That's fine, but... Yumi didn't even want to think. This voice in her head was
messing with her, just like everyone had so far. She was running to the school
building and into her new class when the bell rang. It had taken her at least
fifthteen minutes to run from her shop to the place, so she came in and sighed.
"Sorry that I'm late." She said as she looked at the sensei.
"That's fine... you just need to be here earlier." The teacher said while he was
looking at some papers. "Well, class this is your classmate. She just moved from
Japan. Yumi, introduce yourself."
"Thank you. I am Yumi Ishada from Kyoto, Japan. I also like Duel Monsters and
run my very own shop." Yumi sounded terribly depressed, but there was someone
that saw her and it exited him.
The dark, tall one sat in the back of the classroom holding a book until he saw
Yumi. "She's in this class." He muttered, hoping no one else could hear him. "I
didn't expect this at all."
Yumi sat down in the back of the class where no one else would sit because of
someone certain. "I guess that means that I have no one else..." she whispered
while she looked in the corner that her seat inhabited. "Which is fine with me."
"Seto!" said the teacher. "If she needs any help understanding anything or if
anything is confusing her, I would like you to explain it to her."
Seto looked at the teacher. "So be it."
Yumi didn't care what happened there at school. She was more worried about
Yoshio and the torture that man drug them through. There had to be a way to end
this pain she bore. There just had to be.
Perhaps it's just fate... the voice in her mind said as Yumi glanced at Seto
for a moment. You don't need to fear anymore, because you will get yourself
out of this rut.
-end of chapter-
Hello ya'lls peoples!! Here is the Japanese used in this chapter!
1. Tadaima- used for when you leave the house as a goodbye to the family.
2. Sumimasen- "I'm sorry"
3. Gomenasai- "Forgive me"
4. Arigatoo- the informal way of saying thank you.
Well I don't get much reviews these days, but this is getting a little boring
without feedback!! WAAA!! Any who, tell me what you think because the story is
just getting to where it should be with the plotline. More to come. Later Days!
M&M's wrapper. You won't get anything important, but it still belongs to me
therefore I'm just letting you know that this does not belong to me. The
storyline, M. Charm, Yumi, Yami Yumi and the CCRBs do. The Nihongo no Tabemono
shop is mine!! So is the song that I will write concerning the fact of when it
will be written.
Chocolate Covered Rice Balls
Chapter Three: School and Charms
Yumi opened her eyes at the sight of a digital clock that read five thirty. That
figured. She didn't sleep well on account of remembering everything she had gone
through. Her wishes were never going to come true, unless she could think of
something. Oh well. It was time for her to wake up and learn exactly what had
taken place during her sleep.
"I need to make some more rice balls." Yumi told herself aloud, looking through
her closet to find her uniform for Domino High School. "That way this afternoon
when I get to the store I will have some made." She smiled and thought of her
first customers and who they were... again. Yumi found the uniform and put it
on, brushed her long hair and braided it. That didn't take too long, but it
wasn't even six yet.
Yumi opened the door to see that the house was dark, except the running
television, where Yoshio had fallen asleep yet again. She turned of the set and
walked into the kitchen, where her clean kimono and more supplies for the shop
sat, waiting for her to pick them up and take them with her on this new day.
Yumi grabbed everything she needed, her keys to the shop and her bookbag to
leave the house when someone called for her in the back of the room.
"Yumi Ishada, where do you think you are going?" asked her father.
"Listen, I have a shop to run and school to attend. Just make sure that Yoshio
gets up on time today, okay pal?" Yumi sharply answered, giving of a dreadful
look.
"You know that you can't leave without my permission." He said.
Yumi turned to see him, even if he was in the shadows, and told him as harshly
as she could speak, "You are not my real father. I hate you and everything that
you have ever amounted to. I just let you take care of Yoshio for now, but when
it comes time, I will get rid of you. I can't take on the whole part of him
right at this point. That is why I started my shop. I don't like the fact that
you brought me here to this damned country either!"
Yoshio looked up to see his sister and father yelling at each other. This
bothered him until Yumi led him up to his room and set his alarm for seven in
the morning, so he would get up on time.
The man that had proclaimed to be her father screamed back, "That's enough,
young lady! You won't talk to me like that. You know that you can't survive on
your own! You damn well know it. All you are is a Japanese bitch!"
Yumi's eyes flared a deep passion of hatred. Her necklace reacted to her anger
and soon she became calm and could take anything and everything that that man
yelled at her. "I won't take this. I am leaving. Tadaima!" She walked out and
slammed the door while the man nodded.
"That's right, Yumi. You just go on." He laughed harshly as Yoshio came up to
him.
"What were you and Sis Yumi fighting about?" Yoshio asked with tears in his
eyes. The little ten year old boy didn't like what he just witnessed at all.
This pain that he bore for Yumi was enormous and the hatred as well for this man
that Yumi hated with a passion. "So? Otoosama!!"
The man glared at the boy. "Don't you ever speak in Japanese to me again, you
little freak. Get ready for school. You are leaving early." He walked in behind
Yoshio and went into the room that was forbidden to the rest of the family.
At that point in time, Yumi was fighting within herself. "That man! He's been so
harsh to us both. He will get what he deserves soon." She was walking, but this
time it was not in the rain. She wished it was raining, that way the rest of the
world would possibly be as miserable as she was.
Right then, she hit something, or someone rather. "Careful!" said a younger male
voice. It wasn't Mokuba's voice either, but it was familiar. "Whoa!" The boy had
spikey hair that was three different colors!
Yumi bowed formally. "Sumimasen!" she said. "Gomenasai!"
"Is this chic for real?" asked another voice. "She's speaking Japanese!" This
one had sandy hair color and a New York City accent, one that she wasn't too
accustomed to. "Who are you?"
Yumi then tried to be formal, but she stopped and tried to act more American.
"I'm Yumi Ishada, and I am going to go by my shop before school starts to drop
off a few things. After that, I'm going to Domino High School." She nodded
instead of bowing and the other people looked at her strangely.
"I'm Yugi Moto." Said the boy that was shorter than everyone else with three
different hair colors. "This is my friend Joey."
"Why are you out here so early?" Yumi asked. She looked at them all while
clutching her golden pendant. "Because you can come in my shop if you want to."
Yugi shrugged. "Okay." Both he and Joey followed Yumi to a small shop in the
middle section of town. The building it was in was small, but the outside was
decorated with Japanese writing and pictures of the food that was sold inside
the shop. "This is a cute little building, Yumi."
"Arigatoo." She replied, opening the shop to find that it was like she left it.
The tables were inside the front, the counter still stood, and even the back was
all right. "Well, that means the day can start out with somewhat of a good day."
She looked at the boys and put her kimono and supplies up where they should be
before she left. "We can go to school now, if you'd like."
Joey nodded. "Hey! We were supposed to meet Tea and Tristan by now!!"
Yugi's face went red. "Those two. I can't believe they actually hooked up." His
blushing caused Yumi to laugh. "What?"
"Oh nothing, Yugi." Yumi looked off and said, "Well, if you are going then you
go ahead, because I do have things to do. The shop opens after I get in from
school and closes at nine thirty. You can come by anytime then."
"We will do that." Yugi said as he and Joey left her alone in her shop, where
she didn't even have the lights on yet.
"CRAP!!" She looked at her watch. Now it was seven thirty and she did not want
to be late on her first day of school here in America. She closed and locked up
all the supplies and the store when she left.
This is stupid she thought to herself.
what is? asked a voice in her mind.
Who are you? Yumi thought.
A friend. I know that you feel so bad about your family, Yumi. replied the
voice with calmness. I want to help you.
That's fine, but... Yumi didn't even want to think. This voice in her head was
messing with her, just like everyone had so far. She was running to the school
building and into her new class when the bell rang. It had taken her at least
fifthteen minutes to run from her shop to the place, so she came in and sighed.
"Sorry that I'm late." She said as she looked at the sensei.
"That's fine... you just need to be here earlier." The teacher said while he was
looking at some papers. "Well, class this is your classmate. She just moved from
Japan. Yumi, introduce yourself."
"Thank you. I am Yumi Ishada from Kyoto, Japan. I also like Duel Monsters and
run my very own shop." Yumi sounded terribly depressed, but there was someone
that saw her and it exited him.
The dark, tall one sat in the back of the classroom holding a book until he saw
Yumi. "She's in this class." He muttered, hoping no one else could hear him. "I
didn't expect this at all."
Yumi sat down in the back of the class where no one else would sit because of
someone certain. "I guess that means that I have no one else..." she whispered
while she looked in the corner that her seat inhabited. "Which is fine with me."
"Seto!" said the teacher. "If she needs any help understanding anything or if
anything is confusing her, I would like you to explain it to her."
Seto looked at the teacher. "So be it."
Yumi didn't care what happened there at school. She was more worried about
Yoshio and the torture that man drug them through. There had to be a way to end
this pain she bore. There just had to be.
Perhaps it's just fate... the voice in her mind said as Yumi glanced at Seto
for a moment. You don't need to fear anymore, because you will get yourself
out of this rut.
-end of chapter-
Hello ya'lls peoples!! Here is the Japanese used in this chapter!
1. Tadaima- used for when you leave the house as a goodbye to the family.
2. Sumimasen- "I'm sorry"
3. Gomenasai- "Forgive me"
4. Arigatoo- the informal way of saying thank you.
Well I don't get much reviews these days, but this is getting a little boring
without feedback!! WAAA!! Any who, tell me what you think because the story is
just getting to where it should be with the plotline. More to come. Later Days!