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Chapter Two
I am pissed. Scratch that. I am beyond pissed. The sadistic bastard idiotic stupid huge-ego ass-kisser . . . leader of mine told me that I would never have another computer for the rest of my life. He broke mine. He broke it. Completely and utter trashed it. Believe me, I've seen it, and from what I saw, nothing could be salvaged from the remains of the junk pile that was formerly my laptop. What is he, anyway? Clumsy? Stupid? He broke two laptops in a week. Seven days. Just like the Ring, isn't it? "Seven days" until Brad breaks another laptop. Well, he would be getting a new one, but I wouldn't. At least not for a while. And exactly just how long is a while?! It basically means: Well, look, it's the rest of your life. Do whatever you like, as long as you don't own a computer, laptop, or anything similar. I threw a fit as soon as I heard that, sorry to say. I am not sorry I did, though. How would you feel? Besides, Brad deserved it. I trashed his office and had him ducking whatever I could throw at him. He only got a bruised cheek. Too bad.
Schu and Farf looked in, but ducked out again as fast as possible when they saw me. I feel a little happy about that, actually. But that's beside the point.
The point is that after Brad knocked me unconscious, (which was the only way to get me to stop) he locked me in Farf's cell. Farf's cell. Do you know what his cell is like?
Well, let me tell you. After waking up about half an hour later, I found myself in Farf's cell. His cell has no windows. Hell, it barely has anything except for a straightjacket and a hook in the ceiling. And the only door was locked, and I knew for a fact that the only was out was to manually unlock it from the computer (it recognizes physical features). Anyone could lock someone in, but getting out was the problem. And may I remind myself, the computer is broken!! Plus, the cell was steel, and thick. Really thick. It's really hard to get through with me at full telekinetic strength. How exactly did Brad think I was supposed to survive in here?!
Note to self: I will personally kill him the second I get out of here.
However . . . I can try and damage this cell as best as I can in revenge. Yeah, I can see it now: come one, come all, and see the stupid kid bash his brains out by trying to damage a steel cell. I can imagine myself falling flat on my face if I do it. I might as well try and date Farf. Now that is really impossible. I had this weird dream about dating him, and everyone in it ended up doing suicide. Very weird. And when I tried to show Schu my dream, he thought it was hilarious, and kept either laughing his ass off or showing me an image of Farf and I going out at the most inconvenient times.
This whole situation sucks. Can it get any worse? Of course, by asking that, I'm practically begging for something bad to happen. I'm stuck in a cell made for a guy that can't feel pain, without a laptop, a temporary loss of power, and a sprained ankle.
What to do . . . Ah! I have my cell phone! Inspiration has struck! I take it out from my jacket pocket. School uniform, of course. I have no other clothes except suits. I need new clothes . . . all of Schwarz has a cell phone, in case Schu loses his powers somehow. I mean, we have to contact each other, don't we? Don't ask how Farf hangs on to his. I have absolutely no idea. Ask Brad. Or Schu.
Anyway, the inspiration! Call . . . someone! I frown. Who? Ha! The dart boy! I know just how pissed Brad will be when he finds that I called dart boy for help. Well, it's entirely his fault, so too bad for him. He owes me a laptop! And new clothes; there's only so many times I'll wear my uniform.
I know I put their number in here . . . where is it?! Not it . . . not it . . . not it . . . not-oh wait, I see it.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
"This is Koneko no Sumu Ie."
Wait a minute. This is someone else's voice. Oh shit!! It's the katana guy! Didn't Schu say that Weiss all worked at a flower shop? Oh well. I'd better change my voice; they'll recognize it.
"Can I speak to. . ."
What was dart boy's name?? Tsukino? Tsukiyono? Yeah, now I remember, Tsukiyono Omi!
"Can I speak to Tsukiyono-san please?"
"If you want to talk to him call him on his cell phone. This is the shop's phone."
Nooooo!!!! Don't hang up!
"No, wait!! I don't have his number, and I remembered he said he worked there so let me talk to him! It's an emergency!"
Fine. I'm desperate. So what?
"Hold on."
I hear faint sounds of talking in the background. Yes! I hear dart boy's voice!
"Hello?"
Its dart boy-aa, I mean, Tsukiyono!!
"It's Naoe Nagi from Schwarz, can you help me? Please don't tell Weiss I'm talking to you, just help me!" I said in a rush.
"What?!" Disbelief was written in his tone.
"Please. I need your help."
"Why should I help you?" Now it's suspicion.
Aw, damn.
"Because I'll be your friend forever if you do?" I said desperately.
Was that a snicker I just heard?
"You're in my debt after this, Naoe."
"All right! Just give me your cell phone number, take your laptop and I know you have one, and get over here!" I didn't know why he decided to help me, but I was happy enough.
After getting through several difficulties such as explaining directions to Schwarz's current headquarters, getting cell phone numbers, and having to hold while Tsukiyono grabbed his laptop and his bike, I still had to explain my mess.
"Tsukiyono." We were using our cell phones while he drove here.
"Uh . . . when your get here, no one is going to be here (Schwarz's little physic link, remember? That how I know) so put your cell phone in the charger that you see outside. I gave the security system permission by phone to let you in, so the doors will unlock. You can take the phone off the charger after. Then you need to plug your laptop in near the steel door."
"All right. You haven't told me why you need my help yet."
Ugh. The thing I've been dreading.
"Ah . . . our leader broke my laptop and his own, and then told me he would get a new one, but I wouldn't, which is why no one is here. I lost my temper and my powers went haywire, so I was knocked out, and then locked in Farfarello's cell. The only way to get out is by computer, by someone outside of the cell, and since I know Brad's going to take forever getting back, I called you. Besides, if Brad thought about it, I would have to be the one to program everything, including the cell," I said, irritated. "Well, you're about as good as I am, so you can program the cell and I can give you directions."
"Oh. *cough*"
Am I hearing laughter being covered up by coughs? It's not funny!!
"Ok, I did what you told me to, what now?"
I gave Tsukiyono more instructions. The only problem was that in following those instructions, every computer and/or security system in this place would allow him access anywhere. Hm . . . . I still blame Brad for all of this.
Aha! Freedom! The steel door is open at last! I walked out calmly, even though I felt like skipping out. I hate Farf's cell.
"Thank you, Tsukiyono."
"You're welcome. You still owe me." Tsukiyono was smiling. Did he think all this was that funny?!
I raised an eyebrow. "See you."
He left, smiling all the while. Hmph.
When the rest of Schwarz finally came back about three hours later, I was waiting. Impatiently, I might add. No one said anything about me getting out, but Brad briefly raised his eyebrows at the door. He had gotten me a brand new laptop (I think he changed his mind about getting me one after my *ahem* tantrum); not exactly the newest technology, but I could fix that. I told him that he still owed me clothes. He told me to ask Schu to take me tomorrow. Hmmm . . . . An improvement. At least I'm not exactly that handicapped with a sprained ankle. I decided not to tell them about Tsukiyono. Whenever Brad finds out, I'll claim no part in it (what blatant lie), after all, it's all his fault.
Before falling asleep in my room (I fixed up my laptop!), I got a message on my cell phone.
Tsukiyono Omi - Bombay@Kritiker-Weiss.org
End Chapter Two
Ok, it wasn't five pages, it was close enough!! And if Omi's address up there is blue, it's not my fault. It's not a real email address. And review- maybe eight? I'll take the same number as last time, though. . .
Chapter Two
I am pissed. Scratch that. I am beyond pissed. The sadistic bastard idiotic stupid huge-ego ass-kisser . . . leader of mine told me that I would never have another computer for the rest of my life. He broke mine. He broke it. Completely and utter trashed it. Believe me, I've seen it, and from what I saw, nothing could be salvaged from the remains of the junk pile that was formerly my laptop. What is he, anyway? Clumsy? Stupid? He broke two laptops in a week. Seven days. Just like the Ring, isn't it? "Seven days" until Brad breaks another laptop. Well, he would be getting a new one, but I wouldn't. At least not for a while. And exactly just how long is a while?! It basically means: Well, look, it's the rest of your life. Do whatever you like, as long as you don't own a computer, laptop, or anything similar. I threw a fit as soon as I heard that, sorry to say. I am not sorry I did, though. How would you feel? Besides, Brad deserved it. I trashed his office and had him ducking whatever I could throw at him. He only got a bruised cheek. Too bad.
Schu and Farf looked in, but ducked out again as fast as possible when they saw me. I feel a little happy about that, actually. But that's beside the point.
The point is that after Brad knocked me unconscious, (which was the only way to get me to stop) he locked me in Farf's cell. Farf's cell. Do you know what his cell is like?
Well, let me tell you. After waking up about half an hour later, I found myself in Farf's cell. His cell has no windows. Hell, it barely has anything except for a straightjacket and a hook in the ceiling. And the only door was locked, and I knew for a fact that the only was out was to manually unlock it from the computer (it recognizes physical features). Anyone could lock someone in, but getting out was the problem. And may I remind myself, the computer is broken!! Plus, the cell was steel, and thick. Really thick. It's really hard to get through with me at full telekinetic strength. How exactly did Brad think I was supposed to survive in here?!
Note to self: I will personally kill him the second I get out of here.
However . . . I can try and damage this cell as best as I can in revenge. Yeah, I can see it now: come one, come all, and see the stupid kid bash his brains out by trying to damage a steel cell. I can imagine myself falling flat on my face if I do it. I might as well try and date Farf. Now that is really impossible. I had this weird dream about dating him, and everyone in it ended up doing suicide. Very weird. And when I tried to show Schu my dream, he thought it was hilarious, and kept either laughing his ass off or showing me an image of Farf and I going out at the most inconvenient times.
This whole situation sucks. Can it get any worse? Of course, by asking that, I'm practically begging for something bad to happen. I'm stuck in a cell made for a guy that can't feel pain, without a laptop, a temporary loss of power, and a sprained ankle.
What to do . . . Ah! I have my cell phone! Inspiration has struck! I take it out from my jacket pocket. School uniform, of course. I have no other clothes except suits. I need new clothes . . . all of Schwarz has a cell phone, in case Schu loses his powers somehow. I mean, we have to contact each other, don't we? Don't ask how Farf hangs on to his. I have absolutely no idea. Ask Brad. Or Schu.
Anyway, the inspiration! Call . . . someone! I frown. Who? Ha! The dart boy! I know just how pissed Brad will be when he finds that I called dart boy for help. Well, it's entirely his fault, so too bad for him. He owes me a laptop! And new clothes; there's only so many times I'll wear my uniform.
I know I put their number in here . . . where is it?! Not it . . . not it . . . not it . . . not-oh wait, I see it.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
"This is Koneko no Sumu Ie."
Wait a minute. This is someone else's voice. Oh shit!! It's the katana guy! Didn't Schu say that Weiss all worked at a flower shop? Oh well. I'd better change my voice; they'll recognize it.
"Can I speak to. . ."
What was dart boy's name?? Tsukino? Tsukiyono? Yeah, now I remember, Tsukiyono Omi!
"Can I speak to Tsukiyono-san please?"
"If you want to talk to him call him on his cell phone. This is the shop's phone."
Nooooo!!!! Don't hang up!
"No, wait!! I don't have his number, and I remembered he said he worked there so let me talk to him! It's an emergency!"
Fine. I'm desperate. So what?
"Hold on."
I hear faint sounds of talking in the background. Yes! I hear dart boy's voice!
"Hello?"
Its dart boy-aa, I mean, Tsukiyono!!
"It's Naoe Nagi from Schwarz, can you help me? Please don't tell Weiss I'm talking to you, just help me!" I said in a rush.
"What?!" Disbelief was written in his tone.
"Please. I need your help."
"Why should I help you?" Now it's suspicion.
Aw, damn.
"Because I'll be your friend forever if you do?" I said desperately.
Was that a snicker I just heard?
"You're in my debt after this, Naoe."
"All right! Just give me your cell phone number, take your laptop and I know you have one, and get over here!" I didn't know why he decided to help me, but I was happy enough.
After getting through several difficulties such as explaining directions to Schwarz's current headquarters, getting cell phone numbers, and having to hold while Tsukiyono grabbed his laptop and his bike, I still had to explain my mess.
"Tsukiyono." We were using our cell phones while he drove here.
"Uh . . . when your get here, no one is going to be here (Schwarz's little physic link, remember? That how I know) so put your cell phone in the charger that you see outside. I gave the security system permission by phone to let you in, so the doors will unlock. You can take the phone off the charger after. Then you need to plug your laptop in near the steel door."
"All right. You haven't told me why you need my help yet."
Ugh. The thing I've been dreading.
"Ah . . . our leader broke my laptop and his own, and then told me he would get a new one, but I wouldn't, which is why no one is here. I lost my temper and my powers went haywire, so I was knocked out, and then locked in Farfarello's cell. The only way to get out is by computer, by someone outside of the cell, and since I know Brad's going to take forever getting back, I called you. Besides, if Brad thought about it, I would have to be the one to program everything, including the cell," I said, irritated. "Well, you're about as good as I am, so you can program the cell and I can give you directions."
"Oh. *cough*"
Am I hearing laughter being covered up by coughs? It's not funny!!
"Ok, I did what you told me to, what now?"
I gave Tsukiyono more instructions. The only problem was that in following those instructions, every computer and/or security system in this place would allow him access anywhere. Hm . . . . I still blame Brad for all of this.
Aha! Freedom! The steel door is open at last! I walked out calmly, even though I felt like skipping out. I hate Farf's cell.
"Thank you, Tsukiyono."
"You're welcome. You still owe me." Tsukiyono was smiling. Did he think all this was that funny?!
I raised an eyebrow. "See you."
He left, smiling all the while. Hmph.
When the rest of Schwarz finally came back about three hours later, I was waiting. Impatiently, I might add. No one said anything about me getting out, but Brad briefly raised his eyebrows at the door. He had gotten me a brand new laptop (I think he changed his mind about getting me one after my *ahem* tantrum); not exactly the newest technology, but I could fix that. I told him that he still owed me clothes. He told me to ask Schu to take me tomorrow. Hmmm . . . . An improvement. At least I'm not exactly that handicapped with a sprained ankle. I decided not to tell them about Tsukiyono. Whenever Brad finds out, I'll claim no part in it (what blatant lie), after all, it's all his fault.
Before falling asleep in my room (I fixed up my laptop!), I got a message on my cell phone.
Tsukiyono Omi - Bombay@Kritiker-Weiss.org
End Chapter Two
Ok, it wasn't five pages, it was close enough!! And if Omi's address up there is blue, it's not my fault. It's not a real email address. And review- maybe eight? I'll take the same number as last time, though. . .