"Sotto wo Onna"
Chapter 3: Intrusion
I rush out of the kitchen, giving myself a mental beating for not realizing it sooner. I pray that I'm wrong.
I knock on the bathroom door. "Yamucha!" I call loudly. "Yamucha! Are you okay?!"
/No answer./
I try again. Still nothing.
'Okay, that's it..'
I give a psychic blow to the door. I race inside. The music's still playing. but the tub's empty..
"NANI?!" Yamucha yells from the sink. He has a razor in his hand, and I swear that it looks like he's going to kill /me/ with it instead of himself. "Get out!" he screams, already creating an energy ball in his free hand.
"Gomen nasai!" I shout, slamming what's left of the door behind me. I attempt to get my pulse under control, breathing in and out slowly.
I blush abruptly.
He had been /naked./
I struggle to calm my anger. The energy ball I created wasn't really made by me. I guess it had been built up over the years. I hadn't used energy attacks for such a /long/ time. /This/ one was created because of surprise, anger, and embarrassment.
I become aware of the razor still in my right hand. I begin to laugh unexpectedly as I put it back on the counter. I had /scared/ him. /Tien!/ With all of his power and speed, he was scared off by this little thing! I know that the first thing that made him panic wasn't the power ball. he had seen the shaver first.
I violently shake my head to dry out my hair. Waiting for the instant dizziness to subside, I close my eyes and picture his face from just a moment ago. It's much more comical to think of now that he's not in the bathroom.
I'll have to apologize to him later.
At least there's some benefits to not bathing for a while: your wardrobe stays clean while you're not wearing anything from it. I select a white undershirt and a deep lime-green top along with a pair of light-blue jeans. I choose a white T-shirt for Tien.
My hair has grown out again in the last while. I need to get my bangs cut back, but I like wearing the rest of it in a ponytail. Puar usually helped me get that massive mass of hair that I used to have under control. But, right now, it's not /to/ long, just a couple of centimeters at the back.
I look good.
I remind myself to go back to Kame-sennin's house and pick Puar up. She was worried about me when I told her to stay there. Besides, it'll be good to see the old man and Kuririn's family again.
Once dressed, I put the sheets into the dryer, then head into the kitchen for breakfast. Tien's at the table, muttering something. He hasn't sensed my presence yet, for some reason.
"Tien," I say quietly. He turns around, looking relieved to see me /clothed/ this time. "Hey, I'm sorry I freaked out back there."
He breathes. "I called to you before I came in," he explains.
I laugh nervously. "Yeah, sorry. I guess I didn't hear you because I still had the music playing."
"It's okay."
"Yeah, well.." I pause, causing an awkward silence. I shift in the doorway, then remember that I owe him a shirt. I toss it to him. "Wanna go out to eat?" I pat my pocket, indicating my wallet.
He looks surprised. "Uh. okay." He puts the shirt on.
I notice the plates of eggs that he's made already. "Oh, just leave that," I say, taking the plates and putting them in my nearly empty fridge. "I'll buy breakfast this morning, and then I'll go and get Puar."
He nods.
"You may want to wash your face first," I tell him, pointing to a smudge of something on his cheek. For some reason, he blushes, then heads to the bathroom.
I look around the kitchen after he leaves. I didn't know dishes could /be/ that clean! . I'm almost scared. A quick glance at the living room reveals the same impeccable cleanliness. 'Did he do this during the /night?/' I wonder.
I feel guilty for breaking his door down. Well. all I did was blow the hinges off. I melt them back into place, making sure the door still swings properly. It does.
There's a black mark on my face. I don't know where it came from, but I think it's just dust. it comes off easily enough.
It strikes me as strange that Yamucha can let something like this go so easily. I'll try to avoid the conversation it may cause.
When I re-enter the hallway, he's staring blankly out the window. "Hey," I call.
He gives himself a shake. "Oh, yeah." He smiles. "Let's get going." We exit the small capsule house, and I wait for him to lock the door. As I begin to lift off the ground, he puts a restricting hand on my shoulder.
"Nope," he says, regarding my confused face. "Not going into town like that." He points to a navy blue hover car just to the side of the house.
"Oh, okay," I say, sounding more stupid by the second. I hop into the thing while he selects a radio station.
"Rock sound okay?" he asks. I nod, wondering what the heck he's talking about. He flashes another smile and pushes a button.
What I'm assuming he calls "music" blares out from black boxes on the inner part of the doors and front of the car. I think I yelled. Or screamed, in a high-pitched tone. /That's/ probably why he's laughing and turning the volume down.
Chapter 3: Intrusion
I rush out of the kitchen, giving myself a mental beating for not realizing it sooner. I pray that I'm wrong.
I knock on the bathroom door. "Yamucha!" I call loudly. "Yamucha! Are you okay?!"
/No answer./
I try again. Still nothing.
'Okay, that's it..'
I give a psychic blow to the door. I race inside. The music's still playing. but the tub's empty..
"NANI?!" Yamucha yells from the sink. He has a razor in his hand, and I swear that it looks like he's going to kill /me/ with it instead of himself. "Get out!" he screams, already creating an energy ball in his free hand.
"Gomen nasai!" I shout, slamming what's left of the door behind me. I attempt to get my pulse under control, breathing in and out slowly.
I blush abruptly.
He had been /naked./
I struggle to calm my anger. The energy ball I created wasn't really made by me. I guess it had been built up over the years. I hadn't used energy attacks for such a /long/ time. /This/ one was created because of surprise, anger, and embarrassment.
I become aware of the razor still in my right hand. I begin to laugh unexpectedly as I put it back on the counter. I had /scared/ him. /Tien!/ With all of his power and speed, he was scared off by this little thing! I know that the first thing that made him panic wasn't the power ball. he had seen the shaver first.
I violently shake my head to dry out my hair. Waiting for the instant dizziness to subside, I close my eyes and picture his face from just a moment ago. It's much more comical to think of now that he's not in the bathroom.
I'll have to apologize to him later.
At least there's some benefits to not bathing for a while: your wardrobe stays clean while you're not wearing anything from it. I select a white undershirt and a deep lime-green top along with a pair of light-blue jeans. I choose a white T-shirt for Tien.
My hair has grown out again in the last while. I need to get my bangs cut back, but I like wearing the rest of it in a ponytail. Puar usually helped me get that massive mass of hair that I used to have under control. But, right now, it's not /to/ long, just a couple of centimeters at the back.
I look good.
I remind myself to go back to Kame-sennin's house and pick Puar up. She was worried about me when I told her to stay there. Besides, it'll be good to see the old man and Kuririn's family again.
Once dressed, I put the sheets into the dryer, then head into the kitchen for breakfast. Tien's at the table, muttering something. He hasn't sensed my presence yet, for some reason.
"Tien," I say quietly. He turns around, looking relieved to see me /clothed/ this time. "Hey, I'm sorry I freaked out back there."
He breathes. "I called to you before I came in," he explains.
I laugh nervously. "Yeah, sorry. I guess I didn't hear you because I still had the music playing."
"It's okay."
"Yeah, well.." I pause, causing an awkward silence. I shift in the doorway, then remember that I owe him a shirt. I toss it to him. "Wanna go out to eat?" I pat my pocket, indicating my wallet.
He looks surprised. "Uh. okay." He puts the shirt on.
I notice the plates of eggs that he's made already. "Oh, just leave that," I say, taking the plates and putting them in my nearly empty fridge. "I'll buy breakfast this morning, and then I'll go and get Puar."
He nods.
"You may want to wash your face first," I tell him, pointing to a smudge of something on his cheek. For some reason, he blushes, then heads to the bathroom.
I look around the kitchen after he leaves. I didn't know dishes could /be/ that clean! . I'm almost scared. A quick glance at the living room reveals the same impeccable cleanliness. 'Did he do this during the /night?/' I wonder.
I feel guilty for breaking his door down. Well. all I did was blow the hinges off. I melt them back into place, making sure the door still swings properly. It does.
There's a black mark on my face. I don't know where it came from, but I think it's just dust. it comes off easily enough.
It strikes me as strange that Yamucha can let something like this go so easily. I'll try to avoid the conversation it may cause.
When I re-enter the hallway, he's staring blankly out the window. "Hey," I call.
He gives himself a shake. "Oh, yeah." He smiles. "Let's get going." We exit the small capsule house, and I wait for him to lock the door. As I begin to lift off the ground, he puts a restricting hand on my shoulder.
"Nope," he says, regarding my confused face. "Not going into town like that." He points to a navy blue hover car just to the side of the house.
"Oh, okay," I say, sounding more stupid by the second. I hop into the thing while he selects a radio station.
"Rock sound okay?" he asks. I nod, wondering what the heck he's talking about. He flashes another smile and pushes a button.
What I'm assuming he calls "music" blares out from black boxes on the inner part of the doors and front of the car. I think I yelled. Or screamed, in a high-pitched tone. /That's/ probably why he's laughing and turning the volume down.