Nagi's Journal
by Yanagi-sen
Weiss Kreuz fanfic
Usual disclaimers apply.
Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or
even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably
yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Day
16: Weekend Fun (my sad sad life…)
To add to the unparalled joy of this assignment, this
weekend we're supposed to write about what we do. -_-; I'm still grounded…
until Monday. So, here is my wonderful,
exciting, joyous Saturday.
First, Brad wakes me up at 8:00… to tell me he's
leaving. Like I care at 8 am on a
Saturday that Brad is leaving! I hate
when he does stuff like that. A note on
the refrigerator would have sufficed.
So after he tears me out of a sound sleep… I try to just roll over and go back to dreamland. I'd been having a really good one too. Omi was in it and a pair of handcuffs and…
well, you get the picture. Do you think
I could go back to it? No, of course
not. Basically, I refused to move from
the bed even though I was awake. I
figured if I lay there long enough, I'd fall back asleep. Did I?
No, of course not. Finally
around 9:30 I gave up. Between my
bladder and my stomach I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
So I get up and take a shower and stumble down the hall to
the kitchen. Do you think Brad had made
enough coffee for all of us? No, of
course not. So it's about 10 and I'm
standing there waiting for the coffee to finish and trying to decide if I
really wanted breakfast or could I wait till lunch. Then Schu comes in. First
words out of his smirking mouth… 'What are you making for breakfast?' *sigh*
So NOW, I have to cook for him and Farf. And do they eat a nice traditional Japanese breakfast? No, of course not. They need eggs, and toast, and bacon, just the idea makes me
nauseous. I've never understood their
love of bacon. So they have their food
and I have my rice and miso, I was cooking anyways. They get up, leaving their dishes on the table.
Schu reappears with his coat on and tells me that he's
taking Farf to his doctor's appointment and then they're going to go have some
fun. Which for them can mean anything
from going to the zoo (which with Farf is always entertaining), to going
bowling, to stalking someone or Farf hunting pigeons in the park. You never can tell. As I'm piling the dishes in the sink,
apparently I'm now supposed to wash them, Schu shouts over his shoulder. 'Nagi, Brad left a note with the chores that
have to be done today, it's on the hall table.' Then… he leaves.
Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!!
I wash the dishes and finish tiding up the kitchen and then
I go looking for this note. On the hall
table is a deceptively small piece of paper.
Life doesn't like me… that's all there is too it. Since Farf and Schu left me, this is going
to take all day… I have to clean and
vacuum the living room and office, clean the kitchen (already did that at
least) including going through the fridge (damn!), find out why Farf's sink is
clogged (eeewww!), file the paperwork for Schwarz… etc. etc. etc…
Okay, since I'm already almost done in the kitchen I might
as well finish it. I get out a pair of
those rubber gloves we usually use for doing dishes and face the science
experiment that is our refrigerator.
Since nothing attacks me as I open the door I decide nothing has achieve
sentience… yet. Left over take-out,
two-week old milk, some stuff in containers that is well beyond identifiable,
some 'thing' left in the fruit drawer… at least nothing is moving under it's
own power. I get that job done as
quickly as possible. Scratch one room
off the list.
Alright, living room is next. Schu and Farf had a movie night again last night so the coffee
table is a mess. Did they pick up after
themselves? No, of course not. Snack remains, empty cans, ashtray… Once I can see the table again, I hit it
with the wood cleaner. I tuck the couch
cushions back where they belong and locate the remote under the chair. Then I hit everything with the dust
cloth. With my luck lately, Brad would
check. Vacuum the carpet… okay that
room only took an hour. By now it is
about noon and I desperately want to check my email. I haven't been able to all week and I really want to talk to
Omi. How would anyone know? Then the phone rings. It's Brad.
He tells me, 'Don't even think about that email… or you'll be grounded
for another week.' Then he hangs
up. Damn! Of all the times for him to have a vision about a mundane thing.
Fine then, the office is next. Since it is Brad's domain there really isn't all that much
cleaning that needs to be done. There
is the pile of documents on the desk to be filed, but I'll do that after I'm
done with all the cleaning. Vacuum, I'm
done. I decide to run the cleaner up
and down the hall too, just in case. By
this time it's about one o'clock, but I'm really not hungry yet so I'll forgo
lunch till I'm done.
Okay, now the job I've been putting off… Farf's sink. I don't even like to go in Farf's bedroom
let alone his bathroom. He's the only
one with a private bath, so we can lock him in and don't have to worry about
things like potty breaks. Of course
there's no mirror or anything sharp in there.
So what's wrong with the sink?
Well, it's obviously plugged up, since there is about two inches of
water standing in the basin. I tried
the pull stopper… nothing. *sigh* I fetch a bucket from our utility closet and
put it under the sink. I can't tell if
it's in the trap or farther along, the only way to find out is to remove the
s-pipe and see.
Problem number one.
It's harder than Hell to get to the freakin' trap. The bathroom is tiny, compared to the
communal one down the hall, so the sink is wedged in between the tub and the
wall. Good thing I'm flexible, not to
mention small, or I'd never get in there.
Problem number two. I can't get
the things that hold the pipe in place to unscrew. I know, real technical terms here, but I don't know what they're
actually called. They're just the screw
thingies that hold the pipes together.
I finally resort to using a bit of my power to loosen them up. Problem number three. The trap is stuck. I pull on it a few times and try to rock it out… when it gives
suddenly spraying water and assorted other junk everywhere.
Can we say, ick?!
It's soooo disgusting. I'm going
to have to shower and change after this.
But I did find the problem.
Somehow, he had knocked a small bottle down into the drain. It was stopped by the trap and gradually
built up a clog. I replaced the pipe,
resealed it and checked to make sure the water was going down now, it was. I cleaned up the bathroom and went to clean
up myself… again.
By the time I felt sanitary again (can I say again, eww!) it
was 3:00, and I hadn't even started the paper work yet. And I still wasn't hungry. Somehow the whole deal in Farf's bathroom
had greatly lessened my appetite. While
I was in the shower someone had called, so I checked the messages. First, Brad, he would be in by 8. Second, Schu, he and Farf were having a good
time; they wouldn't be in until later.
Great, I was on my own for dinner.
Well, at least I would have quiet for my paperwork. Maybe I could get done early enough so I
could sketch or read till someone got back.
With that pleasant thought in mind, I settled in at Brad's computer.
I should have known better.
As I accessed his computer and one of my watchdog programs starts
yelling at me. Somehow… somewhere… Brad
managed to download a virus. It wasn't
really an evil thing, just annoying, and it took me an hour to get rid of it
and make sure everything was okay. Then
I could get started on the actual paperwork.
Before I know it… it's after 7:30 and the door is opening. Brad's home. He comes in, sees me working and dumps another load on the
desk. *sigh*
I finally get done with everything around 9:30. By now, I'm just tired, and I just want to
go hide in my room. I head toward the
hall, Brad's watching boxing on TV again.
As I'm going through, the door opens and in tromps the other two members
of our merry band. Schu takes one look
at me and asks when was the last time I ate.
-_-; Right there in front of
everybody I couldn't lie… I mumbled something about that morning. Then of course, I catch Hell for not
eating. 'I wasn't hungry', isn't an
excuse. And 'I was busy', doesn't work
either. Ends up with Schu ordering a
pizza and me getting watched like a hawk to make sure I ate some. I hate eating with an audience. Finally, they're satisfied and let me escape
to my room.
I amuse myself for an hour or so with my sketchbook, drawing
chibis of Omi and myself, and my psychotic family. By now it's getting close to midnight and I've been awake for
what seems like forever. I can't wait
till I'm un-grounded. Phone, computer,
social life… If I can just survive
tomorrow… -Nagi
Author's Note: The whole episode with the sink… really
happened to me yesterday afternoon. The
trap being stuck and everything. And I
have to say, 'ick' is the word for it.
My cat has this annoying tendency to play with the hair trap that keeps
things from going down the drain. She
pulls it to the side and then if she knocks something down, it falls into the
drain. This is what happened. Suddenly my sink is stopped and I didn't
know why. She had knocked in a small
bottle of a product called Nu-skin, it's used to seal cuts and stuff like that,
I use it to seal the henna when I do mehandi.
Who knows how long it was in there before the whole thing was
clogged. But it was very
disgusting! Mental note… get a better
drain stop… -Yanagi
