A/N: I am in the middle of non-creative period, but because I don't want to be so slow with updating this fic I had to write something. Forgive me if this stinks. -_-*
An extra note: Unless I manage to rid this non-creativeness before the 22nd, the next chapter won't be up until the early July. I am heading to Italy for a week, so I won't be having an access to Internet in a while. Read the already written chapters again, if you fear you'll forget what has happened.
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Aya's POV
Chapter 5 : Moments
Why couldn't Yoji wake up in time, get to work when he was supposed to and not run around the town in godawful hours? A question I probably would never get an answer for. Perhaps I should just have been happy that he actually had bothered to wake up and work.
Mind you, I had a faint bruise between my eyes because of the keys he had thrown to my face, and I had not forgiven him for that. Not that I was planning to do so anytime soon, if ever.
After watching his actions from the corner of my eye for a moment I made a note that he worked when he was pissed. He did real work without anyone having to yell at him for it. Perhaps I should try being extremely bitchy at him every time before his shift began.
In all honesty I was slightly interested in knowing if my poem, that I had not written with any inspiration but purely because I had had to, had received positive feedback. I just didn't want to ask. I trusted that Yoji would tell me if it had. He had the habit of telling me many things just to piss me off. Isn't that a great way to interact with each other? Bitching and bitching back.
Yoji was cleaning up the broken pieces of the pot in an irritatingly slow manner. He picked up one piece, dropped it to the bag he had dug up, picked up another piece, dropped it into the bag and continued this routine. Maybe I was wrong and he wasn't doing actual work, but avoiding it by being so damned slow.
I shook my head slightly and returned to the window I was cleaning. There were absolutely no customers this morning and to kill time I had began my trademark window cleaning. First of all, I liked clean windows. The fingerprints and other stains some messy customers and random co-workers left to the windowpanes were very irritating and needed to be taken care of. Secondly, while washing the windows I was able to look outside and completely ignore pretty much everything that was going on in the shop. Including certain clingy teenagers and random co-workers.
"AYA, GODDAMMIT!" Yoji shrieked next to my ear and almost made me jump out through the window I was cleaning. Instead I just turned around, dropped the washing-cloth into the bucket beside me making the water splash and leave a puddle to the floor next to it. I should clean it up before someone slipped because of it.
"What?" I asked from the obviously very tired and pissed co-worker who was staring at me like a wild beast about to attack an innocent prey.
"You are not listening to me," he declared. "I asked you if you wanted to know about the receiving your mush got, but since it was five minutes ago I assume you don't want to know."
I shrugged and returned to the window. "If you are eager to tell me I can listen," I replied managing to sound like I didn't care.
I heard Yoji turn around and walk into the backroom. After a moment he returned with a mop and a bucket of water. I followed his moves through the reflection in the glass and when he looked like he was about to do floor-cleaning, I had to turn around, blink few times and then just stare. Was he being serious?
"Mopping the floor equals work, Kudou," I informed him, speaking slowly just to be sure he understood what I said.
"I don't equal an idiot, Fujimiya," he retorted.
I stared at him for a moment longer. He had to be pretty pissed off if he was mopping the floor from his own free will.
After another moment of silence had passed with us both concentrating in what we were doing, Yoji spoke up like he was talking to himself.
"You're officially announced to be the next Shakespeare."
I snorted silently. So my bad writing was appreciated. It left me wondering about what the opinion of my good writing would be. My self-proud me lifted his head a little but was silence by my rational self.
"She was just being nice. It's rude to be truthful," I reminded Yoji. His date was probably crazy for him no matter what he wrote. What I wrote, that is. I guessed it would have been even crueler to be truthful if Yoji had written something himself. I didn't quite trust his poetic skills.
"If you wish," he said and sighed. He had obviously copied the gesture from me. He couldn't make it sound so martyr-y, as I could, though.
"I thought it was good, too," he added silently.
I took a look at him through the reflection upon the windowpane and noticed nothing different from the usual. Exception for the mop that proved he was working.
He was just tired.
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Very much later in the evening I was sitting on the rooftop and staring into the distance. My own window would have worked for the activity as well, but somehow I felt like I needed some fresh air and a more open place.
Yoji had been annoyingly quiet for the whole time he had been in the shop and after our shift had ended he had just sulked back into his apartment, no words said. I was pretty sure he was just developing new ideas of how to irk me.
Why did it bother me anyway? Not that I had ever been interested in knowing about what was bugging who at times, unless that bugging affected the team-work we were supposed to do when on missions.
Car tires screeched somewhere below and the sound made me shiver. It brought unpleasant images to my head.
So I have decided to be nostalgic today, I thought to myself. No matter how the images kept creeping back to me, I didn't feel like remembering. I wanted just to sit there, stare into the distance and do my casual brooding for the day.
I felt like writing but once again I had nothing to write, nor did I have my writing block or pen with me. I leaned back and my sight was fixed to the stars above. It was a clear night, I noticed. Usually there were at least some clouds that blocked the stars from sight but not tonight. The little astral lights were shining like there was no tomorrow and I found myself thinking how beautiful it looked like.
Beautiful?
I sat back up and shook my head. Writing that damned mush-mush had made my brain turn to mush. I had to be careful not to start writing anything like that anymore.
"Stargazing, Aya?"
Yoji.
He had to be kidding me. Had he started to follow me around only to bug me and to make me plan different ways to silence him?
I shook my head again and tugged up the collar of my coat.
"No."
~* TBC *~
I haven't seen the stars from a clear sky in a while. ^^
Reviews still much appreciated.
An extra note: Unless I manage to rid this non-creativeness before the 22nd, the next chapter won't be up until the early July. I am heading to Italy for a week, so I won't be having an access to Internet in a while. Read the already written chapters again, if you fear you'll forget what has happened.
~*~*~*~
Aya's POV
Chapter 5 : Moments
Why couldn't Yoji wake up in time, get to work when he was supposed to and not run around the town in godawful hours? A question I probably would never get an answer for. Perhaps I should just have been happy that he actually had bothered to wake up and work.
Mind you, I had a faint bruise between my eyes because of the keys he had thrown to my face, and I had not forgiven him for that. Not that I was planning to do so anytime soon, if ever.
After watching his actions from the corner of my eye for a moment I made a note that he worked when he was pissed. He did real work without anyone having to yell at him for it. Perhaps I should try being extremely bitchy at him every time before his shift began.
In all honesty I was slightly interested in knowing if my poem, that I had not written with any inspiration but purely because I had had to, had received positive feedback. I just didn't want to ask. I trusted that Yoji would tell me if it had. He had the habit of telling me many things just to piss me off. Isn't that a great way to interact with each other? Bitching and bitching back.
Yoji was cleaning up the broken pieces of the pot in an irritatingly slow manner. He picked up one piece, dropped it to the bag he had dug up, picked up another piece, dropped it into the bag and continued this routine. Maybe I was wrong and he wasn't doing actual work, but avoiding it by being so damned slow.
I shook my head slightly and returned to the window I was cleaning. There were absolutely no customers this morning and to kill time I had began my trademark window cleaning. First of all, I liked clean windows. The fingerprints and other stains some messy customers and random co-workers left to the windowpanes were very irritating and needed to be taken care of. Secondly, while washing the windows I was able to look outside and completely ignore pretty much everything that was going on in the shop. Including certain clingy teenagers and random co-workers.
"AYA, GODDAMMIT!" Yoji shrieked next to my ear and almost made me jump out through the window I was cleaning. Instead I just turned around, dropped the washing-cloth into the bucket beside me making the water splash and leave a puddle to the floor next to it. I should clean it up before someone slipped because of it.
"What?" I asked from the obviously very tired and pissed co-worker who was staring at me like a wild beast about to attack an innocent prey.
"You are not listening to me," he declared. "I asked you if you wanted to know about the receiving your mush got, but since it was five minutes ago I assume you don't want to know."
I shrugged and returned to the window. "If you are eager to tell me I can listen," I replied managing to sound like I didn't care.
I heard Yoji turn around and walk into the backroom. After a moment he returned with a mop and a bucket of water. I followed his moves through the reflection in the glass and when he looked like he was about to do floor-cleaning, I had to turn around, blink few times and then just stare. Was he being serious?
"Mopping the floor equals work, Kudou," I informed him, speaking slowly just to be sure he understood what I said.
"I don't equal an idiot, Fujimiya," he retorted.
I stared at him for a moment longer. He had to be pretty pissed off if he was mopping the floor from his own free will.
After another moment of silence had passed with us both concentrating in what we were doing, Yoji spoke up like he was talking to himself.
"You're officially announced to be the next Shakespeare."
I snorted silently. So my bad writing was appreciated. It left me wondering about what the opinion of my good writing would be. My self-proud me lifted his head a little but was silence by my rational self.
"She was just being nice. It's rude to be truthful," I reminded Yoji. His date was probably crazy for him no matter what he wrote. What I wrote, that is. I guessed it would have been even crueler to be truthful if Yoji had written something himself. I didn't quite trust his poetic skills.
"If you wish," he said and sighed. He had obviously copied the gesture from me. He couldn't make it sound so martyr-y, as I could, though.
"I thought it was good, too," he added silently.
I took a look at him through the reflection upon the windowpane and noticed nothing different from the usual. Exception for the mop that proved he was working.
He was just tired.
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Very much later in the evening I was sitting on the rooftop and staring into the distance. My own window would have worked for the activity as well, but somehow I felt like I needed some fresh air and a more open place.
Yoji had been annoyingly quiet for the whole time he had been in the shop and after our shift had ended he had just sulked back into his apartment, no words said. I was pretty sure he was just developing new ideas of how to irk me.
Why did it bother me anyway? Not that I had ever been interested in knowing about what was bugging who at times, unless that bugging affected the team-work we were supposed to do when on missions.
Car tires screeched somewhere below and the sound made me shiver. It brought unpleasant images to my head.
So I have decided to be nostalgic today, I thought to myself. No matter how the images kept creeping back to me, I didn't feel like remembering. I wanted just to sit there, stare into the distance and do my casual brooding for the day.
I felt like writing but once again I had nothing to write, nor did I have my writing block or pen with me. I leaned back and my sight was fixed to the stars above. It was a clear night, I noticed. Usually there were at least some clouds that blocked the stars from sight but not tonight. The little astral lights were shining like there was no tomorrow and I found myself thinking how beautiful it looked like.
Beautiful?
I sat back up and shook my head. Writing that damned mush-mush had made my brain turn to mush. I had to be careful not to start writing anything like that anymore.
"Stargazing, Aya?"
Yoji.
He had to be kidding me. Had he started to follow me around only to bug me and to make me plan different ways to silence him?
I shook my head again and tugged up the collar of my coat.
"No."
~* TBC *~
I haven't seen the stars from a clear sky in a while. ^^
Reviews still much appreciated.