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anything in " quotes marks like these" is in Japanese. [ Anything in these Brackets is in English] also 'anything in these marks, means THOUGHTS
Last time on The pickle : Miyako was leaving Koushiro's apartment after partaking in a drunken ...activity the pervious night. as she makes a speedy get away, who should she meet but Hikari and Daisuke! On the metro bus! (ew...) after finding out they had been tricked by a convict, into stealing her car battery so he could make bootleg alcohol with it, she decided not to get involved and continue on home to her roommate Jun!
On with the Story!
Miyako had switched buses long ago, but gave Hikari and Daisuke her phone number , and code to get past the gate at her house. Feeling slightly better , about helping the two former digidestined, she checked to make sure she hadn't lost her wallet.
She recapped the events of the last 24 hours. she looked at her watch. 9:47 AM. Okay 24 hours ago was the beginning of her bad day. BEGINNING. No lesbian co-workers had professed love yet...okay it wasn't love it was a come on.
No spilt coffee all over the sound board. No getting smashed, and then "shagging" with a former crush. She decided she'd take somebody with her next time she got hammered. Because NOT getting hammered wasn't an option.
Maybe some nice rum. Mmmm. Or Sake*. Naw she'd have to be sober when she went to work. she almost missed her 'stop', but pulled the cord in time. As she waited, she realized with a groan that her shirt was inside out.
The bus came to a complete stop , and she descended from the diesel nightmare. Then she realized another thing about her state of dress. She STILL had one high heel with the heel snapped off.
she limped along the side walk. A few girls in uniforms walked past her. They appeared to be around 8-11 years old. They started whispering. Miyako glared at them...mentally because they were walking in opposite directions.
She took a moment to look around the residential area she, Jun and their other housemate occupied. Mowed lawns. Greek symbols above porches...wait a minute. Greek symbols? Oh no! This wasn't her neighborhood, this was one of those half frat & sorority, Half residential places!
She cursed the Shinto gods , Buddha , and any Chinese gods she could remember for good measure as she walked over to the phone booth. She hated calling collect.
~*Elsewhere*~
After being laughed out of a gas station or two Hikari and Daisuke realized that they had been duped. after finding the Japanese Embassy , the Ambassador lectured them , and informed them that they could take the citizenship test if they wanted, but that was the only way they could stay in America for longer than another week.
They were considered Illegal aliens. Hikari raised her eyebrows. " Why can't we vacation here for more than a few weeks?" She asked, rather annoyed, still, form finding out about their "friend" in the orange. " Ms. Yagami it's HARDLY a vacation when you've been here for three weeks. The test is next week." He handed her the necessary papers.
She was also given instructions on where she could find materials for studying the test.
Daisuke was asleep in his chair.
She nudged him , and bowed to ambassador Kinomoto as Daisuke groggily woke up and followed her.
She pulled her pink shirt down over a bit of exposed tummy as they left the office. Daisuke stretched and yawned. his shirt lifting up as Hikari pulled hers down. He was fit, in a lean skinny boy kinda way.
He made a smacking sound in his mouth , and his sneakers squeaked on the tile floor. " So do we get diplomatic immunity ?" Hikari shook her head. " Nope, we have to study for a test to become American before our time here runs out." Daisuke blinked. His English was Better than hers. So he really wouldn't have a problem.
" Oh." He said. " Okay." He didn't even hint that maybe they could go back to Japan and resume high school there. Despite his usual behavior, Daisuke was not a guy who liked conflict. So he took a look at the papers. His parents would understand, they'd wanted him to see Jun anyway.
Hikari's family would be different. Of course the Ambassador had left messages for them, but when he was showed the written permission of their parents he backed off...but they WERE 18. They were now adults.
They were now strolling through a shopping district. Hikari looked a her watch. It was...5 am?! Okay it was still set on Japan time.
Hikari slumped onto a bench. " We have no money. No car , and we're lost. I'm sorry I dragged you into this Daisuke." His hands were in his pockets. His pants had alot of pockets. " Well I'm the one who lost the Credit card. Come on we have some change, lets go get some breakfast." He nudged her arm.
She smiled a tiny smile, but looked greatly depressed.
~*10 min later*~
10:04
" What do you mean it was in your pocket the WHOLE time?!" Hikari was not happy.
" My pants have ALOT of pockets okay?!" Hikari "hmpfed" and bit into her cinnamon roll. At least he'd found Tai's Card. Glorious international credit.
Hikari's face lit up, snatching the card away from him. Mumbling something about 'forgiven' , as she stroked the card.
"What are you looking at?" She asked while Daiskue stopped looking at her like she was power mad.
"I won't do anything stupid. This is ME your looking at, perfect angelic Yagami Hikari!"
Hikari sounded
Daiskue didn't believe her when she said she wouldn't do anything stupid but nodded anyways.
*********************************************
"Miyako!" Jun obviously wasn't happy to see her purple haired room/house mate.
"I- Umm... Uh" Miyako was out of words, and now she was standing in front of Jun with her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Spurting out umm's and stuttering.
' Just GREAT Miyako, REAL smooth.' She thought as Jun's patience grew thin.
"I... spent the night at a friends house." Miyako said pushing past Jun, After all it was SORT of true, Koushiro WAS a friend, But now what was he? 'Otobiki...?" Miyako shook her head to perish the thought.
She NEVER wanted to see his face again!
Plus she had a husband, who married her for her green card. Plus ol' Blondie wasn't around much... What was she thinking! She was thinking like a middle aged house wife with a crush on her YOGA instructor.
Miyako brought her right hand to her forehead.
"Headache?" Jun asked with as little sympathy as possible.
"Hangover." Miyako said walking to her room.
Jun sighed. Just as she walked into the kitchen there was a knock on the door.
She opened it, then slammed it shut.
"oww, GAWD Jun do you STILL hate
me?"
"YES" She said slamming the door,
R+R
anything in " quotes marks like these" is in Japanese. [ Anything in these Brackets is in English] also 'anything in these marks, means THOUGHTS
Last time on The pickle : Miyako was leaving Koushiro's apartment after partaking in a drunken ...activity the pervious night. as she makes a speedy get away, who should she meet but Hikari and Daisuke! On the metro bus! (ew...) after finding out they had been tricked by a convict, into stealing her car battery so he could make bootleg alcohol with it, she decided not to get involved and continue on home to her roommate Jun!
On with the Story!
Miyako had switched buses long ago, but gave Hikari and Daisuke her phone number , and code to get past the gate at her house. Feeling slightly better , about helping the two former digidestined, she checked to make sure she hadn't lost her wallet.
She recapped the events of the last 24 hours. she looked at her watch. 9:47 AM. Okay 24 hours ago was the beginning of her bad day. BEGINNING. No lesbian co-workers had professed love yet...okay it wasn't love it was a come on.
No spilt coffee all over the sound board. No getting smashed, and then "shagging" with a former crush. She decided she'd take somebody with her next time she got hammered. Because NOT getting hammered wasn't an option.
Maybe some nice rum. Mmmm. Or Sake*. Naw she'd have to be sober when she went to work. she almost missed her 'stop', but pulled the cord in time. As she waited, she realized with a groan that her shirt was inside out.
The bus came to a complete stop , and she descended from the diesel nightmare. Then she realized another thing about her state of dress. She STILL had one high heel with the heel snapped off.
she limped along the side walk. A few girls in uniforms walked past her. They appeared to be around 8-11 years old. They started whispering. Miyako glared at them...mentally because they were walking in opposite directions.
She took a moment to look around the residential area she, Jun and their other housemate occupied. Mowed lawns. Greek symbols above porches...wait a minute. Greek symbols? Oh no! This wasn't her neighborhood, this was one of those half frat & sorority, Half residential places!
She cursed the Shinto gods , Buddha , and any Chinese gods she could remember for good measure as she walked over to the phone booth. She hated calling collect.
~*Elsewhere*~
After being laughed out of a gas station or two Hikari and Daisuke realized that they had been duped. after finding the Japanese Embassy , the Ambassador lectured them , and informed them that they could take the citizenship test if they wanted, but that was the only way they could stay in America for longer than another week.
They were considered Illegal aliens. Hikari raised her eyebrows. " Why can't we vacation here for more than a few weeks?" She asked, rather annoyed, still, form finding out about their "friend" in the orange. " Ms. Yagami it's HARDLY a vacation when you've been here for three weeks. The test is next week." He handed her the necessary papers.
She was also given instructions on where she could find materials for studying the test.
Daisuke was asleep in his chair.
She nudged him , and bowed to ambassador Kinomoto as Daisuke groggily woke up and followed her.
She pulled her pink shirt down over a bit of exposed tummy as they left the office. Daisuke stretched and yawned. his shirt lifting up as Hikari pulled hers down. He was fit, in a lean skinny boy kinda way.
He made a smacking sound in his mouth , and his sneakers squeaked on the tile floor. " So do we get diplomatic immunity ?" Hikari shook her head. " Nope, we have to study for a test to become American before our time here runs out." Daisuke blinked. His English was Better than hers. So he really wouldn't have a problem.
" Oh." He said. " Okay." He didn't even hint that maybe they could go back to Japan and resume high school there. Despite his usual behavior, Daisuke was not a guy who liked conflict. So he took a look at the papers. His parents would understand, they'd wanted him to see Jun anyway.
Hikari's family would be different. Of course the Ambassador had left messages for them, but when he was showed the written permission of their parents he backed off...but they WERE 18. They were now adults.
They were now strolling through a shopping district. Hikari looked a her watch. It was...5 am?! Okay it was still set on Japan time.
Hikari slumped onto a bench. " We have no money. No car , and we're lost. I'm sorry I dragged you into this Daisuke." His hands were in his pockets. His pants had alot of pockets. " Well I'm the one who lost the Credit card. Come on we have some change, lets go get some breakfast." He nudged her arm.
She smiled a tiny smile, but looked greatly depressed.
~*10 min later*~
10:04
" What do you mean it was in your pocket the WHOLE time?!" Hikari was not happy.
" My pants have ALOT of pockets okay?!" Hikari "hmpfed" and bit into her cinnamon roll. At least he'd found Tai's Card. Glorious international credit.
Hikari's face lit up, snatching the card away from him. Mumbling something about 'forgiven' , as she stroked the card.
"What are you looking at?" She asked while Daiskue stopped looking at her like she was power mad.
"I won't do anything stupid. This is ME your looking at, perfect angelic Yagami Hikari!"
Hikari sounded
Daiskue didn't believe her when she said she wouldn't do anything stupid but nodded anyways.
*********************************************
"Miyako!" Jun obviously wasn't happy to see her purple haired room/house mate.
"I- Umm... Uh" Miyako was out of words, and now she was standing in front of Jun with her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Spurting out umm's and stuttering.
' Just GREAT Miyako, REAL smooth.' She thought as Jun's patience grew thin.
"I... spent the night at a friends house." Miyako said pushing past Jun, After all it was SORT of true, Koushiro WAS a friend, But now what was he? 'Otobiki...?" Miyako shook her head to perish the thought.
She NEVER wanted to see his face again!
Plus she had a husband, who married her for her green card. Plus ol' Blondie wasn't around much... What was she thinking! She was thinking like a middle aged house wife with a crush on her YOGA instructor.
Miyako brought her right hand to her forehead.
"Headache?" Jun asked with as little sympathy as possible.
"Hangover." Miyako said walking to her room.
Jun sighed. Just as she walked into the kitchen there was a knock on the door.
She opened it, then slammed it shut.
"oww, GAWD Jun do you STILL hate
me?"
"YES" She said slamming the door,
R+R