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I think she knows it, I think she knows
Two different worlds, two different worlds
One that belongs to me, one could be wrong for me
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I glanced at my smaller companion. She seemed more relaxed then before and even allowed me to sit at the window so no one would sit 'on' me. Something I sort of had been dreading. I didn't feel as ghostly as before either. Which was a good thing. I mean, just imagine yourself being a ghost. And not thinking about teens who'd use that to peer in girls locker rooms. No 'really' an invisible man. One who cannot be seen and cannot be heard.
You can't break things or make yourself known. She even gave 'them' my name! I'd been totally speechless at that time. Actually letting them pen down my name…so it wasn't completely mine. But I didn't mind that in the slightest. She accepted my presence as being real.
"Son-kun?" She whispered as we walked down a chewing gum littered street.
"Yes?" I replied, in a much better mood then I have for the last hours. I don't work well unnoticed.
"Why can't I see you?" He stopped as she obliviously walked on. So I did a small sprint to join her again.
"I don't know. Remember the mountain?" She peered at her feet while dragging the suitcase behind her. She was tired of carrying it…I could see that but I couldn't hold it…I was here and yet I wasn't…I proceeded. "You left after I sat with you and you were crying, I touched you and I popped up in your bed room. I saw how you were kicked out and…" she waved me to shut up, basically…
"NO…way…you can't be 'my' Son…"
"But…I AM, I am Son Gokou!" I replied confused.
"Right…then hold my suitcase." She dropped it. Some people turned to stare dull at her before continuing to Kami knew where. "Well…go on. Gokou can carry that with ease." She sneered. SHISH. I was like a GHOST? Still I bend down and daftly scooped THROUGH the handle. Nice…
"Well go on?" I saw her tapping foot…this was useless…
"I can't."
"DUH. As if you could. Just as I thought…" she stopped as I concentrated lifted the suitcase. She yelped and dashed away. Nice… there I was. An unseen man with a suitcase…what else to do then teleport before her nose. A crash in the garbage cans was the result. I saw I had a…a… I stepped aside and peered at the snow. Very light on the ground, not thickly so…but there it was. MY FOOTPRINT! Happy I dropped the suitcase which burst open. Clothes scattered around me as I gulped. Oops…
"You…YOU DROPPED IT…" She hissed and got up. instinctively I shrunk back. I hated yelling females. She noticed and sighed. "Come here…Gawds I can't believe this…" She reached tiptoe up and touched my hair. As she did I could see it solidifying. After a stroking session one bit remained…well two, if you counted the back and front side.
"Um…" she managed as he couldn't help but smirk.
"You have to touch there too. I can't walk around with nothing there…"
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I glared a death glare up. Here he was Son Gokou from MY world. Toriyama's world, in the flesh, but lacking one vital region. The pelvis…
"I can't…it's indecent!" I stammered. Fondling a guy, especially HIM 'there' in this ally…err…
"Bet Vegeta would have a ball…seeing as I LACK one…or two…" I flushed. Closed my eyes and groped something warm. Round…hardening… I yanked back. Eek…
"Sorry…"
"Ass….speaking of which…" I made the turn around wave with my finger. He complied and ladies…what an ass…Oddly enough this wasn't that hard. Double meaning intended. Eagerly I put my hands on his butt and saw it solidify in the most awful screaming burning my eyes…orange…
"You…need blue 'tight' jeans…now…" I mused. He smiled back as he picked up 'my' opened case. Oh crap my lingerie!!! Quickly we returned the contents and went in search of a dump store. He didn't mind at all that it wouldn't be new. We found one after hours of searching and asking. After finding some stone washed jeans I send him to change and see which fitted best.
We discovered he had a size 38. And it looked nice…stone washed. Or simply warn out. We found a black chain sweater and a black coat. Even shoes in size 10.5. He still was taller then me but that actually felt kinda nice. If I recalled correctly, I would be about as tall as Chichi. Or the woman who kicked out this man constantly. Smiling he put the orange Gi with weighted clothes and his boots in the shopping bag as I paid for it all.
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I smiling glanced up as snowflakes fell down around us. She grinned back at me. Suddenly hooking my arm as she swayed her backpack. I held the plastic shopping bag and suitcase. Before we left the Dump store she found me some additional shorts. I would have forgotten that. She didn't. It wasn't that bad here. Not thinking about the fact I was Famished. Ack…I thought about it. Instantly my stomach growled. Embarrassed I peered side-wards. Chichi would have a fit…but she peered at me, then my stomach and burst out laughing. So hard she dropped her bag and clasped her stomach. Doubling over a bit.
"Oh crap…" She stammered and leaned back against me. I couldn't help but grin. She had an infectious giggle. "How will we satisfy you…Lets find the Mc Donald's…no too fat, you need…PASTA. I fix. Lets find ourselves a shop." Brisk she wiped her eyes away. "I need a job." I mused. Bet that if Chi heard me saying this she'd die on the spot. But Rixt grinned again.
"I'm a very independent woman, so I work too. Lets find a job. Good thing I took my little mobile along." Daft she dug out a small red fronted cell phone. I peered at it confused.
"Why?"
"For them to call us? When they get us a job? Maybe in catering or something. If I'm right there's bound to be an temporary employment agency…" she trailed off and peered at me. "Prob…you don't have a social security number…okay lets dive into the black circuit. If it really gets desperate…" she stopped talking and seemed to be thinking deeply. Flushing as I peered curious down.
"You really must be famished…I could do…night work. But I hope that won't be necessary."
"What kind of night work?" I asked, still clueless as to what she was hinting at. She rolled her eyes.
"Never mind." I let it slide for now. But I really wanted to know what she had meant. Something, the answer nagging my mind but…
After she stocked up allot of pasta and Italian as she stated. Along with NOODLES!!! Yummy. We wandered around to find our temporal home. When we did we blinked up at the about too, maybe not, collapse now…or tomorrow. Doubtful we peered back at each other.
"Are you sure?" I asked weary. After a moment she nodded.
"We have no choice…come on." I followed her inside as she howled around that we were coming. A pigtailed student peered down.
"HEY TIM the newbies. Ah nice lad!!" Rixt peered up at her. to my amazement pissed.
"And he's mine so hands off." The girl sighed.
"Go fig. Best guys gay or occupied. I'm Sara. And you two are Rixt and Sonkun? Weird name…"
"He's oriental." Rixt replied. And I kinda was…I suppose. Stunningly I could understand them perfectly. Even if they were talking a different language. I couldn't speak that language, I did a second and I was certain it wasn't my original. Lets see…could I remember?
"Watashi wa Son Gokou des." I stated fluently. Introducing myself. Ah this felt much more natural. Rixt burst out laughing as Sara grinned.
"Yoloshi onegai shimas." She replied. I grinned. She said nice to meet you! "I love Anime that's why I knew. Well come along!! Oh Gokuu? Teach me better Japanese? I bloody suck at it." I smirked.
"Hai." So that was it? Japanese?
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Humming I was cooking. Gokuu sat at the limp kitchen table supported by some thick books. His chair creaked under his weight and he just watched me scoop through the pan.
"Is it…" He started."Not yet." How many times had he tried to ask if it was done yet? Often…In the 'living room' a black and white TV was put on to the news. How late was it? Ack? 6 pm? Already? What had I done today? Well ran away, met a character, found a new home…was currently cooking for the earlier mentioned character who was blissfully unaware I was all but a kitchen princess.
-This is the six-o'clock news. The war has begun. Only 45 minutes ago the USA under President No-good, has invaded Iraq. As they stated , to wipe out the terrorism at the roots. Turkey has received full support of the UN, and will be aided in it's defences. As required by the UN resolution. As we speak the government is in an emergency meeting to decide what actions will be taken to aid the Turks better. After having sided with Belgium, France and Germany the Dutch government will aid the USA to the minimum. We will go to the Hague, Prime minister Potter has just arrived and will give a statement. To you Peter…-
I dropped the spoon. Gokuu peered worried at me as I raced to the door, and used to posts as in a small square at the bottom of the TV rockets were fired at gods knew what.
"Oh no…" I slumped on my knees as I watched. Gokuu already behind me.
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Rixt had left the pan and seemed worried about what was on the TV. I must admit not having listened. So I first removed the pan from the flame and stood behind her. Peering at a funny man on TV. Who seemed to be someone of importance. Meanwhile Rixt had fallen on her knees, horrified. I knelt behind her and put a hand on her shoulder as we watched.
-Welcome.- The man began with all sorts of Microphones before him on a desk. A plaque of a green tower behind him.
-Forty-five minutes ago, the USA has invaded Iraq. They did so on their own accord. We will stand by the UN resolutions. We will not aid the USA in any way. We stand by our earlier statement and will do so with our neighbouring countries. How ever…how ever…- He motioned the journalists to wait. -We will aid the Turkish people in any way needed. We dismissed the USA ambassadors. And they are on their way to America as we speak. The security council will bend itself over this new situation. For fear of random actions the police and army are on standby. Please remain calm. Any actions will most probably be aimed at the American embassy. It already is protected. This will be all for now. Excuse me…excus…- the voice faded as the man walked away.
"What does this mean?" I asked worried.
"That they started a frigging war. That ass of No-good will blow us all up." Rixt hissed angry. But I knew it wasn't aimed to me as she took my offered hand and stalked around me into the kitchen.
"He's been daring and exclaiming he'd invade for months. Seems he couldn't wait any longer." Rixt muttered as she drained the water from the pasta. "I hate politics, but wars more. No one wins. Only the rulers do. And they don't put their asses in the fire line. It's despicable." I sighed. For one so young she sure was wise.
"Is war ever fair? Even if you dethrone a tyrant." I mused. "You can't avoid casualties." She nodded agreeing. Dumping the pan on the table. Heaving a plate full and dropped tomato ketchup thickly over it.
"Done…hope you can eat it…" Hungry I peered at the damping mountain.
"I can eat anything! Including clouds, they don't fill well though…" I plunged in a fork and started scooping it in. Aw good!!!
"Iw gwood!" I managed. Okay now she'd yell… She started laughing like on the street.
"Aw Gokuu, you were starved…now hush and eat the pan. Here's the Ketchup."
"Pan's too hard…" I grinned. She rolled her eyes and messed up my hair.
"Sure it is…try the contents. I'll be in the living room. Or do you want me here?" I shrugged. Me and my food now… "Figures…Saiya-jin and food…everything else is…invisible…a whisper of wind…" she grinning summed up more as she strolled out. What ever,…what did she say again? AH ketchup pot. I grabbed it with both hands and squished. It exploded and covered me and most of the kitchen. Oops….now she'd be mad…she indeed came running inside and her eyes grew as the red tomato ketchup dropped from my nose. Guilty I peered up.
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By…the gods…he did it…I'll die…laughing…the WHOLE kitchen looks like a murder scene! Very red. Dripping off cabinets, and poor Gokuu was COVERED in it. His ONLY sweater!!! I stalked into the kitchen. Carefully stepping over the splattered ketchup. Amazing all that coming from one…kinda full glass bottle. Hope he didn't cut himself. Couldn't see if he bled or not…he sat like a statue. Only his eyes following me. Aw… Acting stiff I walked to him and caught one…big…blob…of ketchup…on my finger from his nose. Lifted it up. cleaned it on his shoulder and started laughing. Never have I laughed this much. Maybe the time I dropped a similar bottle on the ground. Damn what a mess. But Gokuu out did me. He got EVERY bit!
"At least it's over your pasta…" I sobbed as I pointed at his sullen face. Even on his hair! A smile crept over his face. One of confusion.
"Your not mad?""HELL NO!" I chided. "Just look at you! at the kitchen! Damn boy, you're a messy eater! However…" I daft grabbed a wet cloth."You clean it up." he frowned.
'Could I finish my dinner? Or it'll be cold…"
"Just watch out for glass in it….you certain?" I peered at the plate. He nodded.
"I'll be fine."
"Okay…" Skipped over the floor and walked laughing into the living room
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