* I gotta get a job.
Yamato and his father have been scrapping along the bottom of society just fine. Until Mr. Ishida loses his job, and now, Yamato could loose everything. Based on a true story.
It's not so Bad By Sentra If I owned Digimon, it probably wouldn't be a kiddy show any longer.
Note on this chapter: Screw taxes, they don't exist for Yamato-kun!
Yamato's PoV
I decided to start looking at something quiet, and clean. The local library was opening up, and I knew, none of my friends would ever come here. Taichi and Mimi couldn't keep quiet; Jou and Koushiro have there own libraries; And Sora and Hikari wouldn't come by themselves. So that was where I decided to work.
And by the end of the day, I had signed my first work contract.
I'd start off small: backroom work. Mostly check books back in, and fix up the older ones. During slow hours, me and another kid would crawl out of the back and shelf the books, helping then with any cleaning that needed to be done.
My co-worker, as I call her, is quiet too. I think she said her name to me, but I don't remember it. Plus that was the only think she said to me. I've caught her a couple times reading the books, as she checked them in. The pay isn't much, only ¥900 ($5) an hour. But every little bit helps, right? I was amazed by the end of the month, when boss-lady handed me a check made out for ¥24300 ($135) That's 27 days of working, Saturday's included!
When I got home that night, I was so pleased with myself. But when I got to the door, the landlord-dude was standing in the doorway. With my dad.
Even with my check, we didn't have enough for the rent money.
Dad had me retrieve my box form my room, and I went to the parking garage to wait for his at the car. (It's an old Toyota Tercel, Standard, and older than me.) Dad came down later, and wordlessly unlocked the vehicle. I got in quietly, and looked up to him. He had my check in his hand, and was straightening out the corners.
"I guess this is why you've been cutting school all month." He finally says.
"Dad, I just wanted to help-"
"Yamato! You can't just drop school! How are you gonna make it as an adult if you quit now!"
"Dad, I've got a job!"
"No! Yamato, you gotta go back to school."
I felt bitter then. I know i shouldn't feel like this, but... "Dad, we don't even have a place to stay anymore! What makes you think that I'm gonna go back now!"
He starts the car, and pulls out of the garage. "Look, my job now might pull us out, but not just yet. But my next pay check, we should be able to get a new place. I can sleep in the car, or at work, but not you. You're going back to school."
"But dad-"
"No buts, Mat. I talked with Izumi and Yagami today. Yagami's would like to take you in, but you know as well as I that they really don't have the room. Izumi-san has offered to let you stay with them."
I sulked in the seat. I didn't want to be separated from dad, but he could go around watching over me.
Sure enough, that's where we went. By the time you had to turn on the headlights, we were knocking on the Izumi's door.
Koushiro's mom smiled at us as she let us enter, and, remembering that not all of us are uncivilized *Coughtai* I bowed slightly to the adults.
My dad exchanged pleasantries while Mrs. Izumi offered to take my coat. I set down my single box, and pulled off the jacket. As she walked away, the called back to come on it. I shot my dad 'the look' and bent down to remove my shoes. I then hoisted my box up and followed her.
Mr. Izumi and my dad continued to chat at the door.
Koushiro gave me a friendly bow as I entered the kitchen, and I shook my head at him.
"Yamato, I'm glad we can offer you our house," his mother replied, and Koushiro had me follow him to a small bedroom.
"We have created a livable area for you here. It was exclusively utilized for accumulating dust, but I'm assured it will fulfill any requirement you potentially might acquire of it."
One pay check do I have to try and figure out what he just said.
Yamato and his father have been scrapping along the bottom of society just fine. Until Mr. Ishida loses his job, and now, Yamato could loose everything. Based on a true story.
It's not so Bad By Sentra If I owned Digimon, it probably wouldn't be a kiddy show any longer.
Note on this chapter: Screw taxes, they don't exist for Yamato-kun!
Yamato's PoV
I decided to start looking at something quiet, and clean. The local library was opening up, and I knew, none of my friends would ever come here. Taichi and Mimi couldn't keep quiet; Jou and Koushiro have there own libraries; And Sora and Hikari wouldn't come by themselves. So that was where I decided to work.
And by the end of the day, I had signed my first work contract.
I'd start off small: backroom work. Mostly check books back in, and fix up the older ones. During slow hours, me and another kid would crawl out of the back and shelf the books, helping then with any cleaning that needed to be done.
My co-worker, as I call her, is quiet too. I think she said her name to me, but I don't remember it. Plus that was the only think she said to me. I've caught her a couple times reading the books, as she checked them in. The pay isn't much, only ¥900 ($5) an hour. But every little bit helps, right? I was amazed by the end of the month, when boss-lady handed me a check made out for ¥24300 ($135) That's 27 days of working, Saturday's included!
When I got home that night, I was so pleased with myself. But when I got to the door, the landlord-dude was standing in the doorway. With my dad.
Even with my check, we didn't have enough for the rent money.
Dad had me retrieve my box form my room, and I went to the parking garage to wait for his at the car. (It's an old Toyota Tercel, Standard, and older than me.) Dad came down later, and wordlessly unlocked the vehicle. I got in quietly, and looked up to him. He had my check in his hand, and was straightening out the corners.
"I guess this is why you've been cutting school all month." He finally says.
"Dad, I just wanted to help-"
"Yamato! You can't just drop school! How are you gonna make it as an adult if you quit now!"
"Dad, I've got a job!"
"No! Yamato, you gotta go back to school."
I felt bitter then. I know i shouldn't feel like this, but... "Dad, we don't even have a place to stay anymore! What makes you think that I'm gonna go back now!"
He starts the car, and pulls out of the garage. "Look, my job now might pull us out, but not just yet. But my next pay check, we should be able to get a new place. I can sleep in the car, or at work, but not you. You're going back to school."
"But dad-"
"No buts, Mat. I talked with Izumi and Yagami today. Yagami's would like to take you in, but you know as well as I that they really don't have the room. Izumi-san has offered to let you stay with them."
I sulked in the seat. I didn't want to be separated from dad, but he could go around watching over me.
Sure enough, that's where we went. By the time you had to turn on the headlights, we were knocking on the Izumi's door.
Koushiro's mom smiled at us as she let us enter, and, remembering that not all of us are uncivilized *Coughtai* I bowed slightly to the adults.
My dad exchanged pleasantries while Mrs. Izumi offered to take my coat. I set down my single box, and pulled off the jacket. As she walked away, the called back to come on it. I shot my dad 'the look' and bent down to remove my shoes. I then hoisted my box up and followed her.
Mr. Izumi and my dad continued to chat at the door.
Koushiro gave me a friendly bow as I entered the kitchen, and I shook my head at him.
"Yamato, I'm glad we can offer you our house," his mother replied, and Koushiro had me follow him to a small bedroom.
"We have created a livable area for you here. It was exclusively utilized for accumulating dust, but I'm assured it will fulfill any requirement you potentially might acquire of it."
One pay check do I have to try and figure out what he just said.