(A/N: I'm hyped up on Samurai Jack, as well as Hamlet. Don't hurt me. Be
glad I'm adding any more to this. I LOVE this story.
This chapter title is NOT based on the drug or sex. "Ecstasy" in Shakespeare's time meant "madness".
I'm sorry, but something weird happened to the formatting of this fic, so I had to re-do the entire thing! I'm sorry to those who liked the story and reviewed.they are now all gone! I apologize for the computer's insubordination.
Whatever THAT means.
Ciao!)
Sotto wo Onna
Chapter 6-Ecstasy
CRAP, hangovers suck! Ouch. My head just met the floor and they're not getting along too well. DAMMIT! It's rare when I wake up with three sake bottles accompanying my pillows (heck, it's rare when ANYONE'S accompanying my pillows these days), but it's not a welcome sight. It usually means that I've tried to forget something. Something BAD must have happened to make both my brain and my liver require three bottles of sake.
I DO remember once when I woke up like this: my temples gaining rhythm as they pound an annoying song against my skull. An unfamiliar song. That time, it was 'cause I hated my weak-knees around women. Puar insisted on me seeing a doctor, or taking some sort of medication to ease my headache. "C'mon, Yamucha," she bid quietly, trying not to add to the pain beating at my head. "You'll feel better after." I ended up passing out again with an ice pack bedding on my forehead. (It was probably for the best anyway.what if the doctor I had to see was a GIRL?!)
Excuse me while I steel myself up to go to the bathroom. One.two.THREE! HUAGH! Come on, Yamucha! You can do it! Up, up, and AWAY! Sha-ZAAM! Aaaany second now. Heeeeeere we go. NOW! Let's GO! NOW! HWAH!
Ow. Even THINKING about movement hurts. Well, I must have managed SOME activity, 'cause the **clink** of the sake bottles hitting the carpeted floor together maximize ten-fold in my brain. In a way, I feel almost super- human.
SUPER-SONIC-EARS-HANGOVER-MAN!
Then again, what could HE do to save the day?
Eventually, I make it out of my bedroom, stomach heaving, and saunter, into the living room with the grace and agility of a pregnant cow. Tien's wasted his efforts in trying to keep the place clean. As I'm throwing up all over the floor, he's gaping at me in surprise.
"You didn't even eat THAT much," he comments, grimacing at the mess. "Do you want an aspirin or something?"
I shake my head, spreading the vomit across my face and the disorientation in my head. "Well, maybe I do," I say sheepishly, cradling my head in my hands. Tien has already prepared some ginseng tea this morning. He pours it out slowly. As I watch, I'm fascinated by the fluidity of the tea. (Well DUH! It's TEA!) But something about it is calming and hypnotic. And the way it sounds as it hits the bottom of the teacup is soothing. For some odd reason, the sound of tea pouring into tea makes me smile. I DON'T KNOW WHY! It's just funny!
~*~
He's smiling at something. I don't think that he's still drunk, but at this moment, he looks like it. "What's so amusing?" I ask, pouring myself some tea.
"Listen to the way it sounds," he responds, angling his head so he can hear MY cup. "It just sounds like the tea is laughing or something. I just enjoy the sound."
I guess it IS amusing.
If you're hungover.
"So," I begin, "what, besides ruining the floor with the contents of your stomach, do you plan on doing today?"
He smiles at me. "That's about the extent of my day plan, actually." I toss him some paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor. "Ugh," he moans, "don't make me bend over. My head is killing me." He drops the towels onto the ground and uses his feet to wipe it up. "Hey, remember when we were training under King Kai?"
"When we were dead?"
He grins, scooping the mess into one pile. "Yeah. Those were the days, huh?" I nod, psychically picking up the goopy filth and tossing it into the trash. "Well, remember when he was too lazy to make anything for himself, and YOU made that awesome dish, and then YOU didn't have to do ANYTHING that day?"
"Well, I did the exercises anyway, but, yeah, I remember."
"Make that," he commands.
"WHAT?! NO!"
"Why not?"
The logic of a hung-over moron astounds me. I shrug, sigh, and prepare for the preparation of the meal.
~*~
I'm not even hungry. I just want Tien to focus on something other than me. For some reason, I want him to be in an apron while he cooks. Apart from horribly embarrassing him, he'd look positively CUTE!
Now THERE'S an adjective that hasn't crossed my mind in a while. "Tien?" He slows in his stirring of eggs and rice to acknowledge me. "Do you think that Bulma was beautiful?"
~*~
His question catches my breath within my throat. What brought THIS on? His question gets me thinking about his recent suicide.
Wait.
I should probably answer this REALLY carefully. He might think that I've been secretly sleeping with her or something. I HAVEN'T, but all the same, I don't want to answer in a way that will get my ass beaten. How am I supposed to answer this?
"Why do you say 'was'?"
(A/N: Hopefully, if I can get my scanner working, I'll show you people the recent pic I drew of Tien in his "Winter Ensemble"-that's the picture is called. It's REALLY cute! He's wearing a winter pancho with a little pine tree on it!
WAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!! So kawaii!
Ja ne! ~~Fukushuu ^_^ )
This chapter title is NOT based on the drug or sex. "Ecstasy" in Shakespeare's time meant "madness".
I'm sorry, but something weird happened to the formatting of this fic, so I had to re-do the entire thing! I'm sorry to those who liked the story and reviewed.they are now all gone! I apologize for the computer's insubordination.
Whatever THAT means.
Ciao!)
Sotto wo Onna
Chapter 6-Ecstasy
CRAP, hangovers suck! Ouch. My head just met the floor and they're not getting along too well. DAMMIT! It's rare when I wake up with three sake bottles accompanying my pillows (heck, it's rare when ANYONE'S accompanying my pillows these days), but it's not a welcome sight. It usually means that I've tried to forget something. Something BAD must have happened to make both my brain and my liver require three bottles of sake.
I DO remember once when I woke up like this: my temples gaining rhythm as they pound an annoying song against my skull. An unfamiliar song. That time, it was 'cause I hated my weak-knees around women. Puar insisted on me seeing a doctor, or taking some sort of medication to ease my headache. "C'mon, Yamucha," she bid quietly, trying not to add to the pain beating at my head. "You'll feel better after." I ended up passing out again with an ice pack bedding on my forehead. (It was probably for the best anyway.what if the doctor I had to see was a GIRL?!)
Excuse me while I steel myself up to go to the bathroom. One.two.THREE! HUAGH! Come on, Yamucha! You can do it! Up, up, and AWAY! Sha-ZAAM! Aaaany second now. Heeeeeere we go. NOW! Let's GO! NOW! HWAH!
Ow. Even THINKING about movement hurts. Well, I must have managed SOME activity, 'cause the **clink** of the sake bottles hitting the carpeted floor together maximize ten-fold in my brain. In a way, I feel almost super- human.
SUPER-SONIC-EARS-HANGOVER-MAN!
Then again, what could HE do to save the day?
Eventually, I make it out of my bedroom, stomach heaving, and saunter, into the living room with the grace and agility of a pregnant cow. Tien's wasted his efforts in trying to keep the place clean. As I'm throwing up all over the floor, he's gaping at me in surprise.
"You didn't even eat THAT much," he comments, grimacing at the mess. "Do you want an aspirin or something?"
I shake my head, spreading the vomit across my face and the disorientation in my head. "Well, maybe I do," I say sheepishly, cradling my head in my hands. Tien has already prepared some ginseng tea this morning. He pours it out slowly. As I watch, I'm fascinated by the fluidity of the tea. (Well DUH! It's TEA!) But something about it is calming and hypnotic. And the way it sounds as it hits the bottom of the teacup is soothing. For some odd reason, the sound of tea pouring into tea makes me smile. I DON'T KNOW WHY! It's just funny!
~*~
He's smiling at something. I don't think that he's still drunk, but at this moment, he looks like it. "What's so amusing?" I ask, pouring myself some tea.
"Listen to the way it sounds," he responds, angling his head so he can hear MY cup. "It just sounds like the tea is laughing or something. I just enjoy the sound."
I guess it IS amusing.
If you're hungover.
"So," I begin, "what, besides ruining the floor with the contents of your stomach, do you plan on doing today?"
He smiles at me. "That's about the extent of my day plan, actually." I toss him some paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor. "Ugh," he moans, "don't make me bend over. My head is killing me." He drops the towels onto the ground and uses his feet to wipe it up. "Hey, remember when we were training under King Kai?"
"When we were dead?"
He grins, scooping the mess into one pile. "Yeah. Those were the days, huh?" I nod, psychically picking up the goopy filth and tossing it into the trash. "Well, remember when he was too lazy to make anything for himself, and YOU made that awesome dish, and then YOU didn't have to do ANYTHING that day?"
"Well, I did the exercises anyway, but, yeah, I remember."
"Make that," he commands.
"WHAT?! NO!"
"Why not?"
The logic of a hung-over moron astounds me. I shrug, sigh, and prepare for the preparation of the meal.
~*~
I'm not even hungry. I just want Tien to focus on something other than me. For some reason, I want him to be in an apron while he cooks. Apart from horribly embarrassing him, he'd look positively CUTE!
Now THERE'S an adjective that hasn't crossed my mind in a while. "Tien?" He slows in his stirring of eggs and rice to acknowledge me. "Do you think that Bulma was beautiful?"
~*~
His question catches my breath within my throat. What brought THIS on? His question gets me thinking about his recent suicide.
Wait.
I should probably answer this REALLY carefully. He might think that I've been secretly sleeping with her or something. I HAVEN'T, but all the same, I don't want to answer in a way that will get my ass beaten. How am I supposed to answer this?
"Why do you say 'was'?"
(A/N: Hopefully, if I can get my scanner working, I'll show you people the recent pic I drew of Tien in his "Winter Ensemble"-that's the picture is called. It's REALLY cute! He's wearing a winter pancho with a little pine tree on it!
WAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!! So kawaii!
Ja ne! ~~Fukushuu ^_^ )