A/N: Big thank you goes out to those who reviewed the first chapter! I love you two! Onward we go!
I don't own Dragonballz
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My mind drifted back to the move - I'd be able to do matchmaking with a fresh new crowd. That would be fun. Of course, I would need a new matchmaking assistant, since Elsa wouldn't be there with me. I figured I'd try to get a guy assistant - a good challenge for me there. Damn, those smoothies they had were awesome! If I had tried them earlier on in my life, I'd be twice my weight at least. Christ, Southwest Capitol better have good smoothies. I walked out of the café only to see none other than Samantha Takomo and her group of bitchy followers. Yet another reason why I was glad to leave.
"Hey Juuhachi, how's work?"
"Making a lot of cash at your corner?"
"Yeah, actually, I am. You mothers are my best customers. Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't know? They said you guys weren't pleasing them properly. They wouldn't have an orgasm ever if it weren't for me. Oh, and your boyfriends too, they like me. They REALLY like me."
"You bitch!"
"Whore!"
"At least I get paid, whereas you all need to pay others just to get any."
I walked away, not sure whether to wear a smirk or victory or a scowl of annoyance on my face as the bitches screamed lame insults at me. It's not like I actually slept with their mothers, who do you think I am? I'd rather kill them for bringing those arrogant twits into the world. As for their boyfriends...you think I'd lower myself to fuck with someone who sleeps with a bitch? Hell fucking no. I thought maybe for the rest of the weekend I'd chill - maybe invite Elsa over or something. Only one more week to go, and I was starting to think I was more than ready to leave.
I strolled home in twenty minutes only to discover my brother and his latest fancy half naked and moaning on the living room sofa. This one's the girl from the hallway...Azumi, wasn't it? I'm surprised he's been with her this long...he didn't miss her much once he found someone in Southwest Capitol. Did I mention he's a prep? I tease him about it every day, he calls me a slut. It's a sibling-bonding thing. We're twins - we'd be identical if he dyed his hair blond and got breast implants...or a padded bra would work too. Our Uncle barely looks like us, save his eyes. Age will do that to a person. Normally I don't criticize people's choice in clothing (unless I hate them, then it's okay), but the orange striped puffy pants he wore were so ugly it wasn't even funny.
I bet you're wondering what happened to my parents. Well, from what I've heard, dad got mom pregnant, bolted, and when she gave birth she died shortly after. It never bothered me that they weren't there, I've never missed them. I just hated the fact that I'd never been loved. Uncle took care of us, provided food, listened if we needed to talk, but it wasn't the same. I had to become indifferent and independent of love just to survive. Well, I suppose Juuana and I had a sibling kind of love. You know, the kind where you beat the crap out of each other one minute, then help each other hobble over to the fridge the next? Yeah, we've had some painful sparring sessions - he fights too. Other than that, I'd had no love. In some ways, I was fine with it. It's what I was used to - another reason why I wouldn't go out with anyone. I hated disrupting what stability I had. Never mind the fact that a quarter of the school would have rather skipped the dating process all together and just fucked me. Maybe when I transferred schools I wouldn't wear such skimpy clothes. Nah.
Well, here we were, moving day. I had packed all my gear and was ready to leave as soon as I said one last goodbye to Elsa. I enveloped her in a bear hug at the time, and she made me promise me to IM her every day. If I couldn't do that, I was to phone her. She could be very demanding, she could indeed. Juuana was lying through his teeth to Azumi that he'd keep up his relationship with her. Riiiight. Of course, she was too stupid to realize she'd never hear from him again. The movers were hauling our stuff into this big-ass transport box-thingy. Okay, so I'm not that articulate. Spare me and let me finish my story! Anyways, the movers finished, and started driving away to our new home. I climbed in the back seat of the Buick Uncle owned, and Juuana sat beside me. He did it just to bug me you know. He knew perfectly well that we'd be arguing by the time we left city limits. He loved bugging me. Well, I loved bugging him too. At least we wouldn't be bored during our road trip.
"Are you sure you two can handle yourselves back there?"
"Don't worry Uncle, it's not like I'll screw Juuhachi."
"I wouldn't put it past you, you've done everyone else besides her. I can't believe what a whore I have for a nephew."
I burst out laughing, which earned me a glare from Juuana. I completely ignored him until he punched me in the side. I quickly slapped him hard on the face.
"Ow!"
"I told you before, don't touch me. It'll only make things worse."
"You're going to burn in hell, sis."
"Let's see you make me, prep."
Of course, that started an entire bitch-slap fest between Juuana and myself, which lasted for a whole hour. Poor Uncle must have been rendered deaf for a short period of time. Eventually the two of us had stopped and were laughing our heads off, with red hand marks all over our arms.
"So, are you actually going to call that ditz Azumi?"
"Hell no, there's way better girls in Southwest Capitol. And what about you, matchmaker? You going to find yourself a boyfriend when we get there."
"Nope."
"You're hopeless."
"You're a slut, that's much worse than your sister being dateless."
"Shut up, Uncle."
"Juuana's a sluuuut, Juuana's a sluuuuut."
I laughed so hard that my voice disappeared. I never had thought I would see the day where Uncle would act childish like that, making fun of Juuana. It was hilarious. This time though, he chose not to slap me and instead kicked my left leg. Then, it was an all out war. Kicking, scratching, biting, punching, slapping and whacking with pillows. In the end, I won. It didn't matter that I was bruised and bleeding, because I won. Plus, Juuana's head was stuck in a pillow, so that made me the winner by my rules. He still, to this day, insists that he won, but he knows the truth. He just won't admit it. I certainly hoped Uncle wouldn't have to take us to the emergency room as soon as we got to Southwest Capitol, because I wanted to check out the smoothie shops.
Well, that's all for now! Hope you like it! Reviews...please! I would be ever so grateful and appreciative. I'll try to have the next chapter out soon. Byes!
I don't own Dragonballz
~*~
My mind drifted back to the move - I'd be able to do matchmaking with a fresh new crowd. That would be fun. Of course, I would need a new matchmaking assistant, since Elsa wouldn't be there with me. I figured I'd try to get a guy assistant - a good challenge for me there. Damn, those smoothies they had were awesome! If I had tried them earlier on in my life, I'd be twice my weight at least. Christ, Southwest Capitol better have good smoothies. I walked out of the café only to see none other than Samantha Takomo and her group of bitchy followers. Yet another reason why I was glad to leave.
"Hey Juuhachi, how's work?"
"Making a lot of cash at your corner?"
"Yeah, actually, I am. You mothers are my best customers. Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't know? They said you guys weren't pleasing them properly. They wouldn't have an orgasm ever if it weren't for me. Oh, and your boyfriends too, they like me. They REALLY like me."
"You bitch!"
"Whore!"
"At least I get paid, whereas you all need to pay others just to get any."
I walked away, not sure whether to wear a smirk or victory or a scowl of annoyance on my face as the bitches screamed lame insults at me. It's not like I actually slept with their mothers, who do you think I am? I'd rather kill them for bringing those arrogant twits into the world. As for their boyfriends...you think I'd lower myself to fuck with someone who sleeps with a bitch? Hell fucking no. I thought maybe for the rest of the weekend I'd chill - maybe invite Elsa over or something. Only one more week to go, and I was starting to think I was more than ready to leave.
I strolled home in twenty minutes only to discover my brother and his latest fancy half naked and moaning on the living room sofa. This one's the girl from the hallway...Azumi, wasn't it? I'm surprised he's been with her this long...he didn't miss her much once he found someone in Southwest Capitol. Did I mention he's a prep? I tease him about it every day, he calls me a slut. It's a sibling-bonding thing. We're twins - we'd be identical if he dyed his hair blond and got breast implants...or a padded bra would work too. Our Uncle barely looks like us, save his eyes. Age will do that to a person. Normally I don't criticize people's choice in clothing (unless I hate them, then it's okay), but the orange striped puffy pants he wore were so ugly it wasn't even funny.
I bet you're wondering what happened to my parents. Well, from what I've heard, dad got mom pregnant, bolted, and when she gave birth she died shortly after. It never bothered me that they weren't there, I've never missed them. I just hated the fact that I'd never been loved. Uncle took care of us, provided food, listened if we needed to talk, but it wasn't the same. I had to become indifferent and independent of love just to survive. Well, I suppose Juuana and I had a sibling kind of love. You know, the kind where you beat the crap out of each other one minute, then help each other hobble over to the fridge the next? Yeah, we've had some painful sparring sessions - he fights too. Other than that, I'd had no love. In some ways, I was fine with it. It's what I was used to - another reason why I wouldn't go out with anyone. I hated disrupting what stability I had. Never mind the fact that a quarter of the school would have rather skipped the dating process all together and just fucked me. Maybe when I transferred schools I wouldn't wear such skimpy clothes. Nah.
Well, here we were, moving day. I had packed all my gear and was ready to leave as soon as I said one last goodbye to Elsa. I enveloped her in a bear hug at the time, and she made me promise me to IM her every day. If I couldn't do that, I was to phone her. She could be very demanding, she could indeed. Juuana was lying through his teeth to Azumi that he'd keep up his relationship with her. Riiiight. Of course, she was too stupid to realize she'd never hear from him again. The movers were hauling our stuff into this big-ass transport box-thingy. Okay, so I'm not that articulate. Spare me and let me finish my story! Anyways, the movers finished, and started driving away to our new home. I climbed in the back seat of the Buick Uncle owned, and Juuana sat beside me. He did it just to bug me you know. He knew perfectly well that we'd be arguing by the time we left city limits. He loved bugging me. Well, I loved bugging him too. At least we wouldn't be bored during our road trip.
"Are you sure you two can handle yourselves back there?"
"Don't worry Uncle, it's not like I'll screw Juuhachi."
"I wouldn't put it past you, you've done everyone else besides her. I can't believe what a whore I have for a nephew."
I burst out laughing, which earned me a glare from Juuana. I completely ignored him until he punched me in the side. I quickly slapped him hard on the face.
"Ow!"
"I told you before, don't touch me. It'll only make things worse."
"You're going to burn in hell, sis."
"Let's see you make me, prep."
Of course, that started an entire bitch-slap fest between Juuana and myself, which lasted for a whole hour. Poor Uncle must have been rendered deaf for a short period of time. Eventually the two of us had stopped and were laughing our heads off, with red hand marks all over our arms.
"So, are you actually going to call that ditz Azumi?"
"Hell no, there's way better girls in Southwest Capitol. And what about you, matchmaker? You going to find yourself a boyfriend when we get there."
"Nope."
"You're hopeless."
"You're a slut, that's much worse than your sister being dateless."
"Shut up, Uncle."
"Juuana's a sluuuut, Juuana's a sluuuuut."
I laughed so hard that my voice disappeared. I never had thought I would see the day where Uncle would act childish like that, making fun of Juuana. It was hilarious. This time though, he chose not to slap me and instead kicked my left leg. Then, it was an all out war. Kicking, scratching, biting, punching, slapping and whacking with pillows. In the end, I won. It didn't matter that I was bruised and bleeding, because I won. Plus, Juuana's head was stuck in a pillow, so that made me the winner by my rules. He still, to this day, insists that he won, but he knows the truth. He just won't admit it. I certainly hoped Uncle wouldn't have to take us to the emergency room as soon as we got to Southwest Capitol, because I wanted to check out the smoothie shops.
Well, that's all for now! Hope you like it! Reviews...please! I would be ever so grateful and appreciative. I'll try to have the next chapter out soon. Byes!