SEVEN DAYS
[A/N]: Yo! I want to apologize to those who tried to send anonymous reviews to my previous chap, I mean always believing that there are those who did tried to review, if there aren't, what the heck right? But I still wanna explain, see, I didn't know 'bout this li'l option in the profile settings which enables readers to review w/o signing-on… it was just recently that I signed up for Fanfiction.Net and I was really excited, I was like… "HOLY SCHMOLLY!!!! I'M IN!!!!!!!!… I'm in… who-hoo!!!"… Very, very excited, although I can't illustrate here how my face looked at that time… but point is, I was sooooo thrilled that I failed to examine clearly all my options when I did my profile… I know that's real dumb, and it was a good thing someone kindly pointed it out… it was a very stupid mistake… sowie? Please don't think I was being snob. And thank you very much to those who read!!! Thanks!!!
[Disclaimer]: Week's over (*sniff, sniff*). The powers that be ignored my wish. (*sniff*) They don't like meeee! Looks like I ain't owning SAIYUKI anytime soon. (*goes off to a corner and cries*)… hey what's this? A book? 100 Steps to Achieving Unlikely Dreams and Delusions?!… Hmmm (*cackles evilly*)…
I think its fairly obvious but I'll say it anyways… the words, sentences and such in Italics are thoughts of the characters… regular speeches shall stay denoted by "this"… and all the other hubbubs… well you're all smart, y'know how it goes… ^__^
Let's start shall we?
Chapter Two: And Thus It Begins With Coffee and the Laundromat (Part 1)
"SO," cried the voice of Blaine.
"CAST YOUR NETS, WANDERERS…"
-- Stephen King, 'The WasteLands'
The smaller the head, the bigger the dream.
-- Austin O'Malley
"Y'KNOW, I JUST REALIZED," Kami-sama said to the goddess sitting beside him as he delicately sipped tea. "YOU HAVE THE UPPER-HAND IN THIS LITTLE GAME… WHAT WITH THE KENREN AND TENPOU FIASCO," misty hand reached out and plucked a spoon to stir his cup before adding, "THE ONLY REAL CHALLENGE WILL BE BRINGING KONZEN AND HIS HERETIC PET TOGETHER."
"AND WE ALL KNOW HOW HARD THAT IS." He finished dryly.
The goddess in question looked sideways at her company and raised an eyebrow. Vaguely, she thought that she must look quite dumb holding a conversation with thin air who has a taste for green tea with just few drops of lemon if you please. And why the heck did he ask for chair anyway? Its not like he's sitting on it, he's hovering over it for cryin' out loud. And it was just like Kami to point out his unease with the contract right after he agreed. Was that 'shirking' Herma-sama could smell in the air?
She sipped her own tea before answering, "Oh, but you must consider that I did all that in a span of more than six months," paused and sipped tea, "the game only lasts for a week."
"And we agreed on 'minimum meddling' didn't we?"
Swirly-god thought about that. "TRUE. BUT I STILL THINK I'M THE UNDER-DOG HERE."
Under-dog? Was he kidding? What, was that like the understatement of the year? He's the revered boss of all things living and non-living alike! How much luckier does he want to be? Kanzeon doesn't think that the Kami knows greed was not included in the Heavenly Virtues List.
Riiighttt… Under-dog my ass, you greedy, gree--
"DID YOU… DID YOU JUST THINK THAT I, THE LORD OF ALL TENKAI, YOU THINK I'M GREEDY?" that's an inch closer to a divine rampage.
Kanzeon, Kanzeon, I thought we went over this? Can-read-mind, Boss? Remember? Angry, not good. Never ever forget unless came the urge to die painful death? Is any of that ringing a bell?
The goddess of mercy rolled her eyes at the boss' short-temper. Seems like he can't take a 'joke' nowadays. "Oh, let's not fight at that puh-lease! If it makes you happy, I open mouth and insert foot, good?" she added an exasperated sigh, "I was merely saying that the conditions of the deal is fair, we both agreed and we shouldn't be having this argument."
"WELL THEN DON'T BE THINKING ANYMORE STUFF THAT AREN'T NICE. I'M VERY SENSITIVE YOU KNOW." Oo-kay, sulking child and Kami-sama together don't really sound nice.
Kanzeon gazed at Kami-sama incredulously, the omnipotent god, she saw was looking all hurt like he has a wounded paw. And it was all she could do not to scream out loud and pull at her hair, "Fine, I'll stop. Anything else you want?" if this kept up, she'll look old with all those wrinkles appearing. Correction, older.
"SAY YOU'RE SORRY."
What the hell?
"What?"
"I MEAN IT, SAY YOU'RE S-O-R-R-Y, SORRY."
That stopped the train of impure profanities going around the goddess' head.
And yeah, that's the Kami-sama; you're not hearing the tantrums of a young kid here. He must've ingested too much sugar when he ate that cake from a while ago. He's not supposed to eat sweets.
Herma-sama popped a couple of veins on her face, "I just apologized to you!"
Heavenly fog pouted stubbornly, "NO YOU DIDN'T. SAY THE WORDS THEMSELVES!"
"I did too apologized!"
"DID NOT!"
"Did too!" I think I saw another wrinkle pop out in her left cheek. That brings her wrinkle-count to six! And that's only on that one cheek. Hah!
"DID NOT, NOT, NOT, NOT, AND NOT TO THE INFINITE! I WON! SAY SORRY."
Goddess of mercy visibly smoked in the ears. "You are so enjoying this aren't you?"
The kid, erm the lord of all Tenkai merely smiled a big toothy, hey-I-can-see-your-gums smile. Yep, he's having a racket!
"Fine, I'm SORRY, happy now?" good lord, if he weren't the boss of 'em all she would have socked him in his smoky face a long eons ago.
Smokey-sama swirled blissfully like a contented puppy. Squirm-squirm went the sly goddess… payback sure is a… um, well a female dog. Maybe he should do this more often, he thinks.
He took another sip of his tea and said, "NOW WHERE WERE WE?"
"On the game, we were on the game, Kami-sama." One last puff of steam went out of her ears.
Squirm-squirm again. Another point goes to Kami-kid! Note to godly-self: annoy the old hag more often; it's fun watching her wrinkles go ga-ga. Who-hoo. Fun-fun!
"WHY, YES. THE GAME," Smokey looked at his unseen watch and seriously said, "WE START NOW, EARLY IN THE MORNING, MINUTES PAST SEVEN I BELIEVE."
"Finally."
Both settled more comfortably on their chairs and watched the world of mortals. Jiroushin could be seen in the back of the two looking like he just ate something nasty, but he watched along with the gods for he too was a participant in the game, however indirect. They observed with keen fascination the ripples of happenings that would decide the winner.
Poor, poor, Sanzo-ikkou, all unsuspecting and innocent. Toys for the higher powers.
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In a posh apartment in one corner of the world, Genjo Sanzo opened his eyes and let out strings of curses as the early sun stung his eyesight. He raised one hand to caress his sleep-famished throbbing head, cursed, sat up, and cursed again. That was how he begins his days lately.
Peachy world he's living in. The sun just had to shine its rays directly in his eyeballs right when he badly needed no irritation, it just have to add its hand in the horrible situation.
Damn sun.
And yes, he woke up in the wrong side of bed if that's what you're thinking. He's been waking up in the wrong side of bed for a couple of days now actually. Five days to be specific. For five, miserable, consecutive days, he's been having troubled sleep. Try experiencing that and see if you won't curse the sun, which just had to poke at your eyes 'Good Morning'. And a good morning to you too, see here my middle finger? It's aching to greet you to. Real peachy.
You wanna know why? Yes?
Nothing serious, it's just those damn, stupid dreams that keep on plaguing him every night. 'Recurring Fucking Nightmares', he called them, which has been haunting him for less than a week now. And it's not even about something important! He would have understood if it told him of future events like when the death of all annoying creatures will be, or will the whole world finally end thank you very much Kami, but no. It was annoying in its persistence and its just about some bunch of men, which by the way, he has never met before. So there, he has the right to bitch about it.
Oh, but there's just one thing…
Although he's just too pissed to admit to himself, the dreams, they were actually familiar. Not familiar, I've-seen-it-around-thousand-times-before familiar, but its like something in the back of his head that simply can't stay quiet. Like an itch that you can't quite reach and yeah, that annoying too.
Images from his RFN flooded his mind. He remembered talking with three other men about some journey or what-nots towards the west. One man was a brunette with a weird one-piece eye thingy on his face and an even weirder smile, another was a tall smelly-looking guy with unbelievably the reddest hair he has seen, the last one was…
He paused mid-thought.
He felt like he knew the two men eventhough he has never met them, and well if he did he was sure to avoid such guys, but the last one was an entirely different thing. The last was just a kid really. A mere slip of a young man who's actually quite good-looking, slight-built with just the right amount of buffness for his age, chocolate-gold hair all flying in different directions and two golden orbs, contacts or no, which bespoke of stupidity and incredibly, untainted innocence… there was just something about the kid which, he can't quite describe…
Hell, something was calling him to the boy.
And no, he doesn't feel like thinking about it.
I don't want to think about it.
See?
A number of lifetimes, he's not a monk anymore, but he's still that no-nonsense, droopy-eyed guy who will shoot at anything that annoyed him even in the smallest way possible, so let's just take his word for it, kay?
But you're gonna have to eventually…
And that, ladies and gentlemen was one of his split personalities. Yeah, he's got multiple personas now! Small wonder he's always so rude what with the conflicting insides and all. Loony, loony.
Not if I can help it, retorted the first. Y'see? He's having arguments with himself now. Hey everybody grab some popcorn!
For some unknown reason, Sanzo-sama doesn't want to delve deeper in the mysteries of little dream boy and cohorts so not delve deeper it is! For now. Hah.
Genjo Sanzo stood up, went to the bathroom and splashed water to his face. For a moment he just stared at his reflection at the sink mirror. His face was the same. Weary, amethyst eyes, pale complexion, and blonde hair that shines like the damn sun.
The same old Sanzo.
He can't say the same for his sanity though. There were days when he felt like shooting every one of the people around him, ordinary days those were. Now, at the arrival of those dreams, he felt like shooting every one of the people around him, plus go on a neck-wringing spree. And all because of those…
I told you I'm not thinking about it…feh. Go away you fuckin' dream you…
Right.
Sanzo got himself a towel and went to his study table to check on the time. 7:10 am it said. He has a class at 9:30, which means plenty of time to catch himself a coffee before going to school; heaven knows he needed one badly. Nothing like a cup of caffeine plus some sticks of nicotine to calm nerves eh?
So he went back to his toilet, did his morning essentials, put on some clean clothes, took his car keys, went out of his apartment, walked straight to the parking lot, shall I continue?… no? You get the drift.
And off he went to a nearby cafeteria, which served the most awful coffee in all the lands. Do not ask me why he prefer to go there when it serves him piss-poor-taste-like-one-too, coffee, he just do. Insane people, equals hard to understand, we all know that.
Nothing special. Just him in one of his awful moods, no let me repeat that, just him in one of his everyday moods, driving out to get coffee, and if he gets lucky, maybe somebody could provoke him hard enough. That would surely take his mind away from his nightly visions and would immediately revert him to that pushy urge to kill. Irk-some, yeah, and same difference that one was, but it does the job.
It was just another exceedingly annoying usual day for him.
*Cough, boy-toy, cough*.
Oh well.
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"Yo, Gojyo!" cried a very distraught looking man at the redhead guy sleeping beside him. They were in a small, cramped and untidy room apartment which simply screamed SLOB. Pieces of clothes, crumpled papers, bunch of soda and beer cans, and who-knows what else, lay scattered on the tiled floor. It stunk SLOB too, yeah.
You would've expected that this poor, poor, meager, poor condition was what got the man, incredulously named Spaz, screaming distress early in the morning.
Well, not really.
It was actually the drool from the one named Gojyo that made its sticky way on his hair that got him so upset. You see, Spaz just washed his hair two days ago, and Gojyo's untimely spit deploy would force him to wash today. His 'Standard Hair Washing Time' shouldn't have been until after two days more, and what could be more awful than a hitch in your schedule? Spaz can't think of any.
He wiped gingerly at his precious hair and bore holes at the stupid redhead that was still sleeping peacefully as a rock, "Gross, man, wake up…!" he shook Gojyo a little which caused more saliva to dribble out of his morning-stinky mouth. "Oh, yuck! You're drooling all over the place, wake up you yucky-man!" he sprang up and prodded yucky-man with his feet from a safe distance away.
"Eh…?" Drooly-Red opened his eyes as gracefully as a drunken schmuck. He scratched his red locks messily and gazed at Spaz who has weird goo on his head and was looking at him like he has something infectious.
"What the heck are you babbling about this early in the morning? You interrupted my beauty sleep, man!"
Spaz goggled at him unbelievingly. Geez, interrupted his beauty sleep he said. "You're the one who disrupted me first, you disgusting baboon!"
"Eh?" Gojyo repeated dumbly. He frowned slightly and scratched his head some more before adding, "Right, I'm disgusting. Did'ya know you have goo on your hair?"
He pointed at the nasty wetness on his buddy's head, complacently I should say. And then a playful smile appeared on his face. "I didn't know you could come in your other head too, you Spaz-my-man buddy you. What kind'a wet dream could do that?"
Trust Perverted Drooly-Red to twist a situation into something sex-related. 'The World's About Sleep and Sex', that would be written on his headstone when he dies.
And he laughed. He double over, clutched at his stomach and laughed like a maniac who got laid very nice. That's Gojyo for you, Mr. Pervert all-around funny guy. Everyone's just screaming for more.
Look his friend Spaz was dying of mirth, haha his face said.
"That's your drool you idiot!" he flicked the saliva on his head and showed it to Gojyo. "You were slobbering all over me! This is yours!!!"
"EWWWW, get your goo away from me…"
Friend Spaz rolled his eyes to the high heavens. There was just no point in arguing with Gojyo, because his head's too overloaded with PSF's (Perverted Sexual Frustrations) to keep up with the main point; he's demented that way. All those thick skull beneath the red hair, he's mental I tell you. Try carrying out a conversation with a sex-goaded moron and you will end up much the same way, plus you get a few blown fuses in the mind works.
The aggravated Spaz contented himself with glaring hideously at the man on his bed, before taking himself to the bathroom. In his head, he wondered if taking Gojyo in was the best move he made, despite the fact that his room was overcrowded and unkempt to begin with and his food supply's not in its thriving seasons, so yep it makes one wonder about some things.
He's your cousin. He's your cousin. Cousins look out for fellow cousins. He's your cousin…chanted the voice in Spaz's head.
"Piece of advice, cuz," Gojyo shouted from the bed, "wash your hair today!" followed by a series of guffaws. Told you he's an all-around funny guy.
…hurt cousin. You do not hurt cousins… will not hurt cousin even if said cousin is an asshole, a slobbering yuck-man… will not hurt cousins… on an on went Spaz's Special Cousin Mantra.
Back at the bed, Gojyo laughed a lot more before getting up and going over the myriads of clothing on the floor. He picked one shirt, which looked considerably clean until he smelled it and dropped it back to the floor. Yes, you can add that to GNQI or 'Gojyo's Nicer Qualities Inventory': entry number eleven, GROSS. Check. That goes after DISGUTING.
He continued his haunt for Considerable Clean Shirts and found all of them just 'clean looking'. He gave up his search to futility, he turned his head at the bathroom where Spaz was, thought for about twelve seconds then he went over the drawer and picked an unsuspecting clean shirt.
Whistling a tune to himself, Gojyo put on the poor shirt and shouted at his buddy on the bath, "Hey Spaz! Can I borrow one of your shirts? I ain't got no clean ones no more and I have to meet this friend of mine for coffee… thanks. You the best buddy!"
And then he was out the door faster than Best-buddy could say 'hell no, fuck you'!
Look in the dictionary and Gojyo's picture stands next to Crude.
Aha! So entry number twelve shall go as CRUDE INFURIATING… SONOVAB…
That was the fourteenth day since Sha Gojyo came to Spaz and pitifully asked if he could room with him. Two weeks since Gojyo pointed out that they have the same brown eyes* and they kind'a look the same too, only the hairs strayed off, coz' Gojyo's was red and Spaz's was black, but they still look alike anyway; so it must be that they're relatives! They're cousins, which got the stupid Spaz to agree 'sure' about that damn bunking issue.
Cousins they were, that's what Gojyo said.
So who's the demented one now? Spaz you Moron!
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Yanagi Dorothy converted to Ms. Horny Eyed Doth or Ms. HED for short (by her highschool 'bestfriends'), a young woman of 19 years, with unruly thatch of plain brown hair always in pigtails, and the biggest horn-rimmed glasses that you could imagine, was having fun! Her whole life as the coolest dork in all the realms, she's never experienced a thrill and pleasure such as the one she's having now.
Oh, if you could only feel the ecstasy coursing through her veins… the drive… the delight… oh good momma… the buzz… the kicks… the kicks of EARLY SHIFTS!!! Oh, yes, yes, yes!!!
Eh-heh.
You must excuse Ms. HED, y'see, she's a new employee at this laundromat, located at the lower parts of the city. A balding fat guy named Bob, with the worst cynic humor that could rival Sanzo's if he has one, owned the small laundry shop. Evidence of Mr. Bob's oh-so hilarious wit could be seen when he named his shop 'We Wash You Pay (And Dearly)'. Wasn't that so funny?
Bob hired Ms. HED just last week, and eversince, Horny-miss worked regular shifts for minimum wage.
Horny-miss, she's a lonely child, never having friends because of her looks. She's the perfect embodiment of the of the term, well… Dork. And she's never had anything exciting so much as a hangnail. We're all kind people here right so let's all pardon her? Hey anyone wants to be her friend I got her phone number? Eh-heh again.
So anyways, this morning, the employee who usually worked the early shift got hospitalized because of food poisoning, and Bob had to find a replacement right away, on such short notice.
Why not man the shop himself, you ask? I asked Mr. Bob that myself and here's what he answered, I quote: "What? And waste the money I pay to those idiotic schmucks who would do it for me? Right. Hey, you mind working this shift? I'll pay you…"
Would you look at that, he's an all around funny guy too like Gojyo!!! Hey, Mr. Bob, ever thought of going on Letterman? You should y'know, and maybe you could double with Red, I'm sure they'd dig you there! You funny guy you.
Wouldn't you think?
Mr. Fat Ass BOB, he called the first person, which entered his FAT mind when thinking about workers who were, dare I say, suckers. Sad to say, Ms. HED was that sucker. After she received Mr. Fat Ass Bob's call, she all but dashed to the laundromat, which was a thirty-minute drive from where she lives. And so here she was, practically tingling with pleasure working the morning shift. But hey, if she's happy, who are we to question?
Right now, Ms. HED was watching with fanatical interest the swirling and rotation of various dresses in the washing machine, that she failed to recognize the tinkling of the wind chimes by the door that signal the coming of a costumer. What does she find so fascinating about it? I wonder about that too.
So while the beauteous Ms. HED was discovering the mysteries of the Dryer-a-tumbling phenomenon, a certain costumer was looking around the empty-looking shop wondering where the workers were and what in the holy Kami's name was that moaning and groaning sounds he's hearing coupled with the rumbling of the machine dryer.
A bespectacled man of about 20 years of age or more looked a little confused around the small laundromat. He had left his some clothes there two days ago and he came to pick them up for a class he has later. The shop, he heard was reliable even when the Fat Ass owner was the biggest asshole of the town. Some of his friends say that the laundromat was always open to accommodate busy people, and so he decided to try it out this first time. Where the heck were those reliable employees then?
Didn't the door say 'Come in We're Open'?
Oo-kay, and still that groaning and moaning.
Specked-mystery-costumer stopped at the counter and craned his head to hear more. Was he perhaps a little too early? But the shop was open already the door attested that. Or maybe, some staffs were doing something, er, outside their job description. Should he just come back later? Because his unfortunate arrival could prove to inflict some painful… cramps should he decide to probe deeper in the back, coz' well that's where the sounds seem to be coming from.
He looked at his wristwatch to analyze his options. Modesty told him to leave, but he's got an early class and he sure as hell doesn't want to go walking around his school halls naked.
That's the question of the day, to go look or not to go look. Should he? He should right? Whatever nasty business was going on at the back wasn't right so he should go, correct? Just a little peek, nothing to do with perversion or anything. But then, he would embarrass the two people when he bust in on them while getting it on.
An image of him walking in and interrupting two faceless people in a very awkward situation occupied his mind.
'Hey just here to get my underwear, er, pants—clothes…' he would say while trying hard not to stare, too much on the on-going activity, 'don't you mind me, continue, continue' and then he would dash away and never return again on that laundromat. Except maybe on few occasions when he's bored or something, and definitely not after he purchased a handy-cam. Nothing to do with perversion, indeed.
Can anyone say dirty-minded? It's a marvel how an innocent thing like moaning and groaning could activate that little green creature named 'Horny Ernie' in peoples' head. Okay, so maybe nothing's remotely innocent about groaning and moaning in public, but y'all get my point. And please don't ask about Ernie, kay?
Costumer-Guy thought about it some more. His class, his friend he has to meet for coffee, and he can't very well smell like used clothes, modesty sure doesn't outweigh those things. And hell, he's curious.
Also if its not him right now, it's gonna be someone else later right? He's nice, if that's any consolation, he won't laugh or gawk too much or anything. Honest.
So there.
With that over, he readied himself and walked around the counter to observe, er, interrupt.
"E-excuse me?" a voice politely inquired.
The jacking-off sounds stopped. Ms. HED from whom, as you guessed right, the sounds came from stopped whatever she's doing. She was so surprised silly that her eyes turned large as saucers. But hey, she was not jacking-off don't get the wrong idea. She was just… well she was, um let's say she was very moved by the washing machine's actions. Nothing nasty. Cross her heart! And why are you people looking at me like that? That does too happen!!! Sometimes. Okay rarely. Um, once in a leap year?
Fine, whatever you think. Let's give her the benefit of a doubt here, people. So maybe she finds the wet and rotating motions of the machine, um stimulating, nothing irregular 'bout that.
Eh-heh.
The almost anticipating look on Costumer-Guy's face was instantaneously replaced by a repulsed one when he saw that there was only one contestant in the game. And it was a woman too. Somehow, that thought made the image of two people getting it on in public seem like a TeleTubbies episode.
He smiled and it was strained. "Um… My laundry?"
Is it just me or did that sounded dumb?
The implications of that very embarrassing situation registered on Ms. HED's head. Here was a guy, attractive despite of the glasses, asking for his clothes, no doubt seeing her in the act of… um well whatever she was doing.
A small squeak escaped her lips and she sprang up immediately before anyone could say 'jack-off'.
"I-I'm sorry… I- I was just… I was doing, y'know… um your clothes--?" good lord that sounded even worse!
Costumer-Guy raised both hands to calm the poor stuttering girl, "Its okay. I'm just here for my clothes, can I have them now?"
Someone got off the hook.
Ms. HED looked so comically relieved that CG almost thought that she would give him a salute. "Your clothes, yes… um follow me, sir."
She started for the cabinet near the counter where the clean clothes were packed. But of course, fate's not finished yet. A stray cable line caught her foot while she was ushering the Costumer-guy and—
WHAM!
Next thing you know, she was lying flat on her face.
Costumer-Guy would have hollered out loud, polite or no, at the sad, funny picture she presented had he been someone named Sha Gojyo or had he not heard the rattling of glass breaking.
"You okay, miss?" he kneeled and helped the poor girl to sit up. Her glasses had broken at that hard impact and blood was slightly pouring down her nose.
Costumer-Guy took out his hanky and helpfully wiped at Ms. HED's wound. He looked worriedly at her before saying, "Hey, you want me to take you to the hospital? Your nose is bleeding, and you might've hurt some bones or some sort."
"No, no, thank you…" she answered gratefully as she detached herself shakily from the guy's support. "I'm all right, thanks for your concern."
Truthfully, she felt worse than those clothes that went through the dryer, but she's not about to shame herself even more. Their clan motto, y'see was 'Preserve Whatever Dignity You Got'.
Costumer-Guy picked the now-useless glasses and offered it to the girl, whom was obviously looking for it. "You broke it on your fall."
"Um… thank you again." And arrives another problem. Ms. HED was bat-blind without her glasses. How was she supposed to do her job now?
"Miss? If you're fine now, can I please get my laundry? Y'see I have appointments, so please?"
Uh-oh.
She smiled nervously. "Yes, your laundry… come with me, its here."
Carefully, she continued her way towards the cabinet with costumer close on her heels.
"I need your receipt sir."
"Oh, here."
The piece of paper was handed to her… and she stared at it, hard.
A few seconds passed…
She stared still.
Now a minute had gone by…
Stared some more.
And still staring…
"Miss?"
Did his receipt number say 0137 or 0317?
"Miss, my clothes?"
Or maybe that was 9 not a 3.
"Hey? Could you please do this now?"
What the heck does it say?
"Are you really okay, miss, because I think you might have hit your head a little too hard on that fall. Miss?"
What the heck. Ennie, Minnie, miney, moo…
"Hey-hey!"
And at last he made contact, "Got it!" she took a bag in the cabinet and gave it to Costumer-Guy who was really starting to get annoyed.
Costumer-Guy never bothered to check the insides of the bag, and maybe if he did, that could have saved him from a lot of trouble. He paid the amounts due, said a brief 'thanks' which he's not sure he meant and went out.
That was how Ms. HED started her first early shift. And that was also how the Mystery-Costumer went home with the bag number 0137.
Can anyone smell trouble with a capital M?
But hey, you'll never know maybe someday Costumer-Guy will come to thank her for it. Someday.
Hey, I'm serious.
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Quite a few minutes after Costumer-Guy claimed his laundry, the boy named Son Goku could be seen getting out of the same shop carrying his own bag.
Hmmm.
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Eh-heh. Nothing much happened here. I would've continued but… it's LONG enough as it is… and hey notice that I titled this AND THUS IT BEGINS WITH… (PART 1)? I seem to go over the top with my own thoughts again, wouldn't you think? Sorry. I can't help inserting my own voice… please don't sue me? Loooooong chapter this was. And abruptly ended… anything odd you detected, you're all welcome to tell. Please review? Thanks. Bye-bye.
To Tooboe luvs Tsume? (sowie, but that's what you typed): wow thanks a lot. I don't understand the meaning of your last line, sorry; it's in Japanese and I don't do that, I'm sure it means nice, though, right? I wasn't aware that I was incorporating Stephen King in my fic, subconscious work I guess, but if it pleased you, then good. I like SK very much too. I haven't read Rose Madder yet, unfortunately. And I'm quite sure you were pertaining to that old sociologist guy with the dog from The Stand, was that him? I can't recall his name either, Stan, or something like that. It's been long since I've read that book, and a 'good' friend never again returned my copy, poor me. Eh-heh. About the other characters, you should try reading SK's The Dark Tower Series. The main four heroes are so much like the Sanzo-ikkou!!! And it's main man, Roland his name is, he's a gunslinger!!! He's (very) good at guns too!!! Plus he's a bastard just like Sanzo!!! Oh, but I meant 'bastard' in a cute and endearing way. Thanks for your review eventhough my update is taking forever.
To all the others, thank you!!!