I'm ba-ack. Hello everybody, it's me Bookie and I've updated my lawyer fic!
I'm going to change my username to Confuzzled, so look for my fics under
that name.
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i"Adventure is the treasure we discover each morning. Jaques Brel"/i
Kinogu, Kinogu, and Harris The Annoyance 7:15-8:00am Tokyo Executive Apartment Block
Kyouju Harris was a tired man. He was taking his final year of law at night and on weekends, as well as doing freelance computer programming for companies in Tokyo. And now, he was apprenticing at his father's law firm during the day, taking time away from his other job and homework for school, not to mention being forced to wake up at 7:15 in the morning to eat breakfast before taking the subway from his executive condo all the way to the Marble Palace Building.
Finally pulling himself out of bed, he ruffled his auburn hair and wiped the sleep out of his brilliant hazel eyes (YES! I GAVE HIM EYES! I REPEAT! HE NOW HAS EYES!) Kyouju jumped up quickly to his armoire, belaying a sense of rejuvenation, though he was far from it. Last night had been his all time lowest hours of sleep- since high school, anyway. He had spent most of it up, doing a research paper on law in the early 20th century, leaving 3 hours for a restless slumber. He was exhausted, but remembered what his father told him whenever he pleaded to be able to stop doing his computer programming.
"You are a Harris, Kyouju, and Harrises are proud. They do not 'give up' when they are being faced with adversity. They do not plead for mercy. They take it like MEN! And a man, Kyouju, is what I'd like you to be. Not some simpering, pathetic, Daddy's boy who gets his weekly rent and food money from his high and mighty millionaire father, but a strong, polite worker who can make his way through the business world and become like his father!" the man with salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, and a business suit told him.
"Yes, father." His voice quavered a bit. "Whatever you got out of this talk, just remember these three points: Harrises are proud. Harrises do not give up, and finally, Harrises are strong. So get out there, and make money to pay for the last year of your schooling; I'm not paying for it any longer. And remember Kyouju; remember what I've said. This knowledge is valuable, and should help you on your way to greatness."
Pfff! Greatness! Is that all his father wanted for his son? Not happiness? Love? Health? Kyouju often questioned his feelings for his father. He had never been there when he'd needed him most, a ghost in the shadows of his young life. Every Christmas, the man would give him expensive, posh gifts, but the heart wasn't in them. Most of the time Kyouju couldn't shake the feeling that the gifts were his way of trying to establish a relationship, or at least to make sure that he wouldn't hate his father. Sometimes Kyouju hated his father anyway. Like the time he didn't show up at the career fair at school. There had been a display for his law firm, but instead of him being there to run it and give information to students (like he'd promised), Tyson's Grandpa had been standing there in his blue suit instead, cheerful as ever, but stalling when Kyouju asked him why his father hadn't come.
At least he had Tyson, his friend of 5 years. He was loyal and positive, cheering him up when stress got him down. Kan Alyssa at the law firm was permanently willing to lend a sympathetic ear to his troubles, and of course there was always Kinogu-kacho on a mission to take his lawyers out to a karaoke bar after work. So really, Kyouju's life wasn't all that bad. But not far from it. He sighed, struggling into the elevator with a large briefcase.
Finally on the subway, he scrambled for a seat. The benches looked to be all full, yet no one that he could see was standing up. In the end he plunked his load down next to a strange girl. She ported "ODAIBA HIGH FIELD DAY" in gold lettering on a green form-fitting t-shirt, black baggy pants with a wallet chain, and a blue fleece hoodie was tied around her waist. A totally stuffed forest green backpack sat beside her and a cord came out of it leading to earphones perched on her head. It sounded as though she was listening to some sort of heavy English rock song, but the tired man couldn't make out the words.
There was something oddly familiar about this girl, who didn't really seem like many other teenage girls Kyouju saw in the malls. For one thing, it was school right now, or soon, and she wasn't in uniform. Her midnight blue hair was pulled up in a plain ponytail, unlike the eastern hairstyles of her set, and she held herself oddly, like some sort of woman on a mission. She was sitting there peacefully, eyes closed, bobbing her head along with the music with one leg folded under her and another on the floor, foot tapping to the beat. She seemed like a confident girl with high self- esteem. He continued to stare at her for a bit, until her hand snaked into her backpack and pressed a button. The music stopped and enticing chestnut orbs snapped open, fixing him with a paralyzing glare.
"What's so interesting about that you'd take time to stare?" Her Japanese had a slight accent, as if it wasn't her first language. Kyouju's mouth was dry. "W-well, you look kind of familiar...", he finally said, finding his voice. "Who do I look like?" She asked, interested. "Kind of like a guy that I was on a Beyblade team with a few years ago. You must have heard of us. The Bladebreakers." He replied. Her eyes widened comically.
I shall now leave you with a cliffie and update soon! Review please!
Mrs. Sumpter: Awww! Thanks so much! And I told you the wrong thing on how to change your review preference. The ticky box is really on the settings page.
i"Adventure is the treasure we discover each morning. Jaques Brel"/i
Kinogu, Kinogu, and Harris The Annoyance 7:15-8:00am Tokyo Executive Apartment Block
Kyouju Harris was a tired man. He was taking his final year of law at night and on weekends, as well as doing freelance computer programming for companies in Tokyo. And now, he was apprenticing at his father's law firm during the day, taking time away from his other job and homework for school, not to mention being forced to wake up at 7:15 in the morning to eat breakfast before taking the subway from his executive condo all the way to the Marble Palace Building.
Finally pulling himself out of bed, he ruffled his auburn hair and wiped the sleep out of his brilliant hazel eyes (YES! I GAVE HIM EYES! I REPEAT! HE NOW HAS EYES!) Kyouju jumped up quickly to his armoire, belaying a sense of rejuvenation, though he was far from it. Last night had been his all time lowest hours of sleep- since high school, anyway. He had spent most of it up, doing a research paper on law in the early 20th century, leaving 3 hours for a restless slumber. He was exhausted, but remembered what his father told him whenever he pleaded to be able to stop doing his computer programming.
"You are a Harris, Kyouju, and Harrises are proud. They do not 'give up' when they are being faced with adversity. They do not plead for mercy. They take it like MEN! And a man, Kyouju, is what I'd like you to be. Not some simpering, pathetic, Daddy's boy who gets his weekly rent and food money from his high and mighty millionaire father, but a strong, polite worker who can make his way through the business world and become like his father!" the man with salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, and a business suit told him.
"Yes, father." His voice quavered a bit. "Whatever you got out of this talk, just remember these three points: Harrises are proud. Harrises do not give up, and finally, Harrises are strong. So get out there, and make money to pay for the last year of your schooling; I'm not paying for it any longer. And remember Kyouju; remember what I've said. This knowledge is valuable, and should help you on your way to greatness."
Pfff! Greatness! Is that all his father wanted for his son? Not happiness? Love? Health? Kyouju often questioned his feelings for his father. He had never been there when he'd needed him most, a ghost in the shadows of his young life. Every Christmas, the man would give him expensive, posh gifts, but the heart wasn't in them. Most of the time Kyouju couldn't shake the feeling that the gifts were his way of trying to establish a relationship, or at least to make sure that he wouldn't hate his father. Sometimes Kyouju hated his father anyway. Like the time he didn't show up at the career fair at school. There had been a display for his law firm, but instead of him being there to run it and give information to students (like he'd promised), Tyson's Grandpa had been standing there in his blue suit instead, cheerful as ever, but stalling when Kyouju asked him why his father hadn't come.
At least he had Tyson, his friend of 5 years. He was loyal and positive, cheering him up when stress got him down. Kan Alyssa at the law firm was permanently willing to lend a sympathetic ear to his troubles, and of course there was always Kinogu-kacho on a mission to take his lawyers out to a karaoke bar after work. So really, Kyouju's life wasn't all that bad. But not far from it. He sighed, struggling into the elevator with a large briefcase.
Finally on the subway, he scrambled for a seat. The benches looked to be all full, yet no one that he could see was standing up. In the end he plunked his load down next to a strange girl. She ported "ODAIBA HIGH FIELD DAY" in gold lettering on a green form-fitting t-shirt, black baggy pants with a wallet chain, and a blue fleece hoodie was tied around her waist. A totally stuffed forest green backpack sat beside her and a cord came out of it leading to earphones perched on her head. It sounded as though she was listening to some sort of heavy English rock song, but the tired man couldn't make out the words.
There was something oddly familiar about this girl, who didn't really seem like many other teenage girls Kyouju saw in the malls. For one thing, it was school right now, or soon, and she wasn't in uniform. Her midnight blue hair was pulled up in a plain ponytail, unlike the eastern hairstyles of her set, and she held herself oddly, like some sort of woman on a mission. She was sitting there peacefully, eyes closed, bobbing her head along with the music with one leg folded under her and another on the floor, foot tapping to the beat. She seemed like a confident girl with high self- esteem. He continued to stare at her for a bit, until her hand snaked into her backpack and pressed a button. The music stopped and enticing chestnut orbs snapped open, fixing him with a paralyzing glare.
"What's so interesting about that you'd take time to stare?" Her Japanese had a slight accent, as if it wasn't her first language. Kyouju's mouth was dry. "W-well, you look kind of familiar...", he finally said, finding his voice. "Who do I look like?" She asked, interested. "Kind of like a guy that I was on a Beyblade team with a few years ago. You must have heard of us. The Bladebreakers." He replied. Her eyes widened comically.
I shall now leave you with a cliffie and update soon! Review please!
