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Golden Eyes Don't Lie
Chapter 3- Time with Jim
I woke up with the smell of good food in my nose. I sat up to find.
"Mornin' Mister!"
"Ahhh! Holy, ah, holy!"
"Hee, you're funny! I like him Tara, is he gonna' stay with us very long?" A very cheerful girl comes in from the kitchen, holding a big butcher knife and a chicken from it's leg.
"Do you want him to?"
"That would be so cool! He'll be like, like my brother that never existed!"
"Um, okay. Legato?" She smiled an adorable morning smile with a cock to the head. "Would you like to stay a bit longer?" I looked down at the knife and the chicken. She must've seen this because she ran into the kitchen and put the chicken and knife up. "I've got some friends coming I'm sorry. So, you wanna' stay. You look like you've got nowhere else to go. Come on, how about it?" I look back down, then at the Jim kid, who was jumping up and down uncontrollably, then at Tara and finally said:
"Alright. I'll stay."
"Eeeeee!!" I swear, I had NEVER EVER seen a kid that happy before.
"We've gotta go play ball!"
"Ball?" A rather stupidly confused me.
"Yeah!" He was now panting uncontrollably. "Ball.B Ball.Basketball! Off we go!" And he yanked me off the couch. "What's with the skull?" He said, pointing at my coat.
"I like it."
"Why?"
"I just do."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Ya' know what?" I hesitated to ask, but he told me anyway. Well, screamed in my ear. "I like it!! I want one! Tara, can you get me a skull." This kid was insane. It's hard to believe I was one once. Never dwell on the past. Never.
"Why would you want a skull Jim?" Tara asked him.
"'Cuz he's got one." He jumped up and down some more. He stopped with his mouth hanging wide open. "Can I touch it!? Please, please!" Then the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" I was surprised to see.them, even more surprised to see.him.
"Tara! It's so nice to see you!"
"Hey Meryl! Ah, Millie!" She looked at the two men with them. One of which seemed to be droned out in horror. "What's with Blondie?"
"Oh, him, don't mind him, he just stupid."
"Meryl, I killed him."
"Killed who?"
"Him." Meryl looked to where his finger was pointed and gasped. The girl, Millie just sat there, all stupid like. She looked around, aimlessly, then exclaimed:
"Pudding! Ya' got any?"
"In the refrigerator Mills." Tara looked back at me. He's dead! Meryl, I killed him, I remember it plain, like yesterday! He's dead! You were there!"
"Okay, okay! Calm down. Maybe there's a reasonable explanation for this. I glare at the other man with the black hair and the cross-shaped weapon behind his back. He had a crumpled cigarette in his mouth.
"You." He looks at me with a shocked expression on his face. "I killed you. Why are you still alive?"
"Why are you? Vash here killed you. As for me," He threw down his cigarette on the ground and smashed it. Took out another one from his pocket; stuck it in his mouth and lit it. "God must've graced me with an extra life. Kinda makes ya' think there really are second chances. Don't it?"
"Mister Legato, are we gonna play ball yet?" Jim tugs at my coat. I stoop down to his level.
"Yeah, let's go 'kill time' before lunch." Emphasis on the kill time. I death-glare both Broomhead Vash The Stampede and "Priest" Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Tara smiles and says: "Okay, bye!" Waving her hand and inviting her guests in.
"Okay, so the rules of B Ball are as follows." He took out a manual and handed it to me. He stepped back, and showing off that he'd memorized it front and back, he blurred out every word, not missing a single one.
"You've got a lot of time on your hands to memorize that." A gigantic smile took control of his whole face. Then he took a deep breath and calmed down. He grabbed the ball and shot.
"Nothin' but net!" He looked at me with the ball firmly in both hands. "You try!"
"I'd rather not."
"Aww, come on, ya' can't be that bad."
"I've never held a ball in my life."
"Whoa, really. How did ya' live?"
"Long story."
"I hate long stories."
"Good."
Wee! Hey I brought Wolfy back! I love ya'. Could ya give me an idea for a lunch scene in an extravagant house like Tara and Jim's? That would be great! Flames are welcome, but not always appreciated. They help me get better in my writing. I've taken a lot of heat from my writing teacher in the past. Now look at me! Next chapter: Um, I don't know! Stay tuned!
Whoa! Thank you so much for the reviews! That was quicker than I expected! Wow! I really am loved! Thank you! ( On with the story!
Golden Eyes Don't Lie
Chapter 3- Time with Jim
I woke up with the smell of good food in my nose. I sat up to find.
"Mornin' Mister!"
"Ahhh! Holy, ah, holy!"
"Hee, you're funny! I like him Tara, is he gonna' stay with us very long?" A very cheerful girl comes in from the kitchen, holding a big butcher knife and a chicken from it's leg.
"Do you want him to?"
"That would be so cool! He'll be like, like my brother that never existed!"
"Um, okay. Legato?" She smiled an adorable morning smile with a cock to the head. "Would you like to stay a bit longer?" I looked down at the knife and the chicken. She must've seen this because she ran into the kitchen and put the chicken and knife up. "I've got some friends coming I'm sorry. So, you wanna' stay. You look like you've got nowhere else to go. Come on, how about it?" I look back down, then at the Jim kid, who was jumping up and down uncontrollably, then at Tara and finally said:
"Alright. I'll stay."
"Eeeeee!!" I swear, I had NEVER EVER seen a kid that happy before.
"We've gotta go play ball!"
"Ball?" A rather stupidly confused me.
"Yeah!" He was now panting uncontrollably. "Ball.B Ball.Basketball! Off we go!" And he yanked me off the couch. "What's with the skull?" He said, pointing at my coat.
"I like it."
"Why?"
"I just do."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Ya' know what?" I hesitated to ask, but he told me anyway. Well, screamed in my ear. "I like it!! I want one! Tara, can you get me a skull." This kid was insane. It's hard to believe I was one once. Never dwell on the past. Never.
"Why would you want a skull Jim?" Tara asked him.
"'Cuz he's got one." He jumped up and down some more. He stopped with his mouth hanging wide open. "Can I touch it!? Please, please!" Then the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" I was surprised to see.them, even more surprised to see.him.
"Tara! It's so nice to see you!"
"Hey Meryl! Ah, Millie!" She looked at the two men with them. One of which seemed to be droned out in horror. "What's with Blondie?"
"Oh, him, don't mind him, he just stupid."
"Meryl, I killed him."
"Killed who?"
"Him." Meryl looked to where his finger was pointed and gasped. The girl, Millie just sat there, all stupid like. She looked around, aimlessly, then exclaimed:
"Pudding! Ya' got any?"
"In the refrigerator Mills." Tara looked back at me. He's dead! Meryl, I killed him, I remember it plain, like yesterday! He's dead! You were there!"
"Okay, okay! Calm down. Maybe there's a reasonable explanation for this. I glare at the other man with the black hair and the cross-shaped weapon behind his back. He had a crumpled cigarette in his mouth.
"You." He looks at me with a shocked expression on his face. "I killed you. Why are you still alive?"
"Why are you? Vash here killed you. As for me," He threw down his cigarette on the ground and smashed it. Took out another one from his pocket; stuck it in his mouth and lit it. "God must've graced me with an extra life. Kinda makes ya' think there really are second chances. Don't it?"
"Mister Legato, are we gonna play ball yet?" Jim tugs at my coat. I stoop down to his level.
"Yeah, let's go 'kill time' before lunch." Emphasis on the kill time. I death-glare both Broomhead Vash The Stampede and "Priest" Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Tara smiles and says: "Okay, bye!" Waving her hand and inviting her guests in.
"Okay, so the rules of B Ball are as follows." He took out a manual and handed it to me. He stepped back, and showing off that he'd memorized it front and back, he blurred out every word, not missing a single one.
"You've got a lot of time on your hands to memorize that." A gigantic smile took control of his whole face. Then he took a deep breath and calmed down. He grabbed the ball and shot.
"Nothin' but net!" He looked at me with the ball firmly in both hands. "You try!"
"I'd rather not."
"Aww, come on, ya' can't be that bad."
"I've never held a ball in my life."
"Whoa, really. How did ya' live?"
"Long story."
"I hate long stories."
"Good."
Wee! Hey I brought Wolfy back! I love ya'. Could ya give me an idea for a lunch scene in an extravagant house like Tara and Jim's? That would be great! Flames are welcome, but not always appreciated. They help me get better in my writing. I've taken a lot of heat from my writing teacher in the past. Now look at me! Next chapter: Um, I don't know! Stay tuned!
