Chapter 3: Screwed up numbers and weird phone calls
After driving your car over to the nearest car repair while Kuwabara followed you on his motorcycle (there was no way in hell you were going to let him in your car, for numerous reasons), and having to leave it there (it took Kuwabara and the mechanic approximately an hour to pry you off it), he gave you a lift and the two of you finally got back to your solitary apartment.
"So this is where you live. Nice joint." Kuwabara said. "Don't get any weird ideas" you retorted, seeing how he was staring thoughtfully at the "For Sale" sign posted outside of a small house next to your apartment. "Why, wouldn't you like to have me as a neighbour (name)?" he pleaded with some pitiful (he was convinced they were cute) puppy dog eyes. "Sure, why not, so I can make your life miserable 'til you pay up and order all kinds of expensive stuff in your name. Oh, and if I ever throw a wild party, I'll know where to send over my drunk guy friends so no one will think bad of me..." you mused out loud. "Man, there's no fooling you cutie, you're sharp!" (What, were you worrying I would make him too smart?)
/Doesn't take much...whoa, cutie? Maybe it would have been smarter to have him drop me off a few blocks away... --' /. You were seriously starting to doubt his noble intentions.
"Anyway, don't you worry about a thing princess, we'll clear up this unfortunate predicament soon enough" Kuwabara continued while walking up next to you and putting his arm around your shoulders.
"Do you even understand what you're saying?" you asked him nervously, considering the fact that his face was getting way too close to yours by your standards (in his case, just about anything is too close). "No, but the word sounded long and smart so I decided to use it anyway to impress you!" '
"Well, that's great but don't forget I'm still pretty pissed off at you" you answered coldly while doing the little pinch-and-twist-trick you had painfully learned at your expense when you were a kid on the back of his hand. "Ouch!" Kuwabara yelped as he instantly pulled back his hand and began rubbing the back of it.
Then he glanced at his watch and exclaimed: "Oh shit! Look how late it is! I gotta get back to work right away!". Then he totally changed facial expression and cooed: "We'll meet soon enough to discuss details, how about over dinner?" - "I'm on to you Mr. Suave, and the answer is hell no. You should be saving your money for better uses like paying your debts. May I suggest bread and water for a while?" .
At this point, you were eager to change the subject before he could think up any response: dinner with Kuwabara wasn't exactly on your list of top 10 dream dates.
"By the way, how are we going to keep in touch? Have you got a cell phone?" "Oh, yeah. Gimme your number." You gave it to him quickly, since he really seemed to be in a hurry.
Then you remembered that your cell phone was upstairs in your apartment and you didn't have any time to go get it, nor anything to write with.
"Hey! What about me? What's you're number!?!" you yelled to Kuwabara, who was already on his motorcycle and ready to take off. (You having to chase after Kuwabara for his number, sad isn't it? --)
"Oh, right. Sorry, I don't remember my number and my phone batteries are down at the moment so, here, I'll leave you my personal visiting card. My name and number are written there...See you soon, honey!" - And with that he roared up the motor and dangerously speed out into the street.
/He just never gets it, does he? For an idiot without a licence and who knows how many accidents under his belt, he sure knows where the accelerator is...o.O/ you thought while wondering if he would be wearing some kind of cast the next time you saw him.
Then you looked at the card and it struck you: something was not right here. There was no information concerning Kuwabara; instead in bold black and green letters were written the name, address, phone number and opening hours of some housing and international immigration sponsorship agency called "M.K."
/Damn it, that figures! That dumb ass gave me the wrong card. Now what?/.
Now you knew that you had two choices: let it go and wait for Kuwabara to call you first, or go out and track him somehow. You discarded the first possibility immediately, since Kuwabara had definitely not given you the impression of being a very trustworthy or punctual person, even though you were positive he didn't screw up on purpose to get you off his back, simply 'cause you knew he probably wasn't smart enough to pull off a stunt like that.
The time being, the visiting card seemed to be your only clue: even if M.K wasn't his work place, it could still be useful if someone there knew him. Anyhow, there was only one way to find out: the agency was still open for another half an hour so you went into your apartment, picked up the phone, and dialled the number you found.
A few seconds later a chirpy female voice answered: "Hello. M.K. agency, this is Botan speaking. How may I help you?"
/Botan? What were her parents thinking when they named her?/ o.O you wondered.
"Uh, hello, my name is (full name). I just needed to know, by chance is there anyone who works at your agency named Kuwabara?" "Why yes, Miss (last name)." The person actually seemed pretty startled by your question, judging by her voice. You assumed not many people cared to call him even at work. "Would it be possible to speak to him, just for a moment?" "I'm sorry, but he went out to run some errands, and he probably won't be back for the rest of the day. If you come over tomorrow though, I'm sure you'll find out whatever you need to know." This last obscure statement was voiced out in a very meaningful tone, as if this Botan was trying to send out a very important hidden message to you. "Oh, I wouldn't wish to bother, you're all probably very busy in the morning. If you would just be so kind as to tell him..." She instantly cut you off: "No, don't worry, it's not a problem at all. It's actually better if you come here yourself." "Ok, very well. Then I guess I'll be there tomorrow morning. Thank you so much Miss Botan. Goodbye." o.O "It's nothing, really. See you tomorrow. Goodbye Miss (last name)."
Puzzled, you put down the phone reciever. /Why did she insist on me going over there? I mean, all I needed was for her to tell Kuwabara to call me back. That way I didn't have to risk seeing him again so soon groan . Oh well, I have time to kill, and the place is close to the car repair so I can check up on my sigh baby./.
With these thoughts in mind, you shrugged off all your previous doubts. You had a light dinner and then took a long relaxing bath (the least you could do after a day like that) and went straight to bed.
. (To be continued...) .
Yusuke: No, now I'm totally pissed off! Shara: And why would that be, pray tell? o.O Yusuke: 'Cause you even put that bimbo Botan before me! èé Botan: Excuse me!?! òó Shara: Oh, give it a rest Yusuke, you egomaniac! You'll appear soon enough! Kuwabara: Happy happy joy joy... Botan: 'Kay... so what's his problem (now) o.O Kuwabara: Good job Shara, knew you could do it! The dramma has finally surfaced: my everlasting problem with crazy fan chicks wanting my number all the time... Shara: OMG... --' Now I REALLY know he's not ok... Kuwabara: Hey Shara, want my number too? - Shara: No thanks, I think I'll pass runs to the bathroom Kuwabara: Huh? o.O Hiei: Talk about dramma... -- Kurama: Yes, any girl must be really desparate (sp?) to do any thing like that... -- Yusuke: Tell me about it. Poor thing. Shara's evil to make the main character do something like that. Hiei: Not even I am that nasty. Shara: comes back clutching her stomach Geez, I feel horrible... çç Oh, by the way, I got the first number of "Hunter x hunter" Yoshihiro Togashi's new work of art! I'm so happy I'll probably write a fic about that ASAP. Kurama: Why would she do that to them? Yusuke: Well, we had to put up with it, so why shouldn't they? Kurama: I suppose you're right... -- Shara: You too Kurama, I thought you were on my side... çç People, R&R!
After driving your car over to the nearest car repair while Kuwabara followed you on his motorcycle (there was no way in hell you were going to let him in your car, for numerous reasons), and having to leave it there (it took Kuwabara and the mechanic approximately an hour to pry you off it), he gave you a lift and the two of you finally got back to your solitary apartment.
"So this is where you live. Nice joint." Kuwabara said. "Don't get any weird ideas" you retorted, seeing how he was staring thoughtfully at the "For Sale" sign posted outside of a small house next to your apartment. "Why, wouldn't you like to have me as a neighbour (name)?" he pleaded with some pitiful (he was convinced they were cute) puppy dog eyes. "Sure, why not, so I can make your life miserable 'til you pay up and order all kinds of expensive stuff in your name. Oh, and if I ever throw a wild party, I'll know where to send over my drunk guy friends so no one will think bad of me..." you mused out loud. "Man, there's no fooling you cutie, you're sharp!" (What, were you worrying I would make him too smart?)
/Doesn't take much...whoa, cutie? Maybe it would have been smarter to have him drop me off a few blocks away... --' /. You were seriously starting to doubt his noble intentions.
"Anyway, don't you worry about a thing princess, we'll clear up this unfortunate predicament soon enough" Kuwabara continued while walking up next to you and putting his arm around your shoulders.
"Do you even understand what you're saying?" you asked him nervously, considering the fact that his face was getting way too close to yours by your standards (in his case, just about anything is too close). "No, but the word sounded long and smart so I decided to use it anyway to impress you!" '
"Well, that's great but don't forget I'm still pretty pissed off at you" you answered coldly while doing the little pinch-and-twist-trick you had painfully learned at your expense when you were a kid on the back of his hand. "Ouch!" Kuwabara yelped as he instantly pulled back his hand and began rubbing the back of it.
Then he glanced at his watch and exclaimed: "Oh shit! Look how late it is! I gotta get back to work right away!". Then he totally changed facial expression and cooed: "We'll meet soon enough to discuss details, how about over dinner?" - "I'm on to you Mr. Suave, and the answer is hell no. You should be saving your money for better uses like paying your debts. May I suggest bread and water for a while?" .
At this point, you were eager to change the subject before he could think up any response: dinner with Kuwabara wasn't exactly on your list of top 10 dream dates.
"By the way, how are we going to keep in touch? Have you got a cell phone?" "Oh, yeah. Gimme your number." You gave it to him quickly, since he really seemed to be in a hurry.
Then you remembered that your cell phone was upstairs in your apartment and you didn't have any time to go get it, nor anything to write with.
"Hey! What about me? What's you're number!?!" you yelled to Kuwabara, who was already on his motorcycle and ready to take off. (You having to chase after Kuwabara for his number, sad isn't it? --)
"Oh, right. Sorry, I don't remember my number and my phone batteries are down at the moment so, here, I'll leave you my personal visiting card. My name and number are written there...See you soon, honey!" - And with that he roared up the motor and dangerously speed out into the street.
/He just never gets it, does he? For an idiot without a licence and who knows how many accidents under his belt, he sure knows where the accelerator is...o.O/ you thought while wondering if he would be wearing some kind of cast the next time you saw him.
Then you looked at the card and it struck you: something was not right here. There was no information concerning Kuwabara; instead in bold black and green letters were written the name, address, phone number and opening hours of some housing and international immigration sponsorship agency called "M.K."
/Damn it, that figures! That dumb ass gave me the wrong card. Now what?/.
Now you knew that you had two choices: let it go and wait for Kuwabara to call you first, or go out and track him somehow. You discarded the first possibility immediately, since Kuwabara had definitely not given you the impression of being a very trustworthy or punctual person, even though you were positive he didn't screw up on purpose to get you off his back, simply 'cause you knew he probably wasn't smart enough to pull off a stunt like that.
The time being, the visiting card seemed to be your only clue: even if M.K wasn't his work place, it could still be useful if someone there knew him. Anyhow, there was only one way to find out: the agency was still open for another half an hour so you went into your apartment, picked up the phone, and dialled the number you found.
A few seconds later a chirpy female voice answered: "Hello. M.K. agency, this is Botan speaking. How may I help you?"
/Botan? What were her parents thinking when they named her?/ o.O you wondered.
"Uh, hello, my name is (full name). I just needed to know, by chance is there anyone who works at your agency named Kuwabara?" "Why yes, Miss (last name)." The person actually seemed pretty startled by your question, judging by her voice. You assumed not many people cared to call him even at work. "Would it be possible to speak to him, just for a moment?" "I'm sorry, but he went out to run some errands, and he probably won't be back for the rest of the day. If you come over tomorrow though, I'm sure you'll find out whatever you need to know." This last obscure statement was voiced out in a very meaningful tone, as if this Botan was trying to send out a very important hidden message to you. "Oh, I wouldn't wish to bother, you're all probably very busy in the morning. If you would just be so kind as to tell him..." She instantly cut you off: "No, don't worry, it's not a problem at all. It's actually better if you come here yourself." "Ok, very well. Then I guess I'll be there tomorrow morning. Thank you so much Miss Botan. Goodbye." o.O "It's nothing, really. See you tomorrow. Goodbye Miss (last name)."
Puzzled, you put down the phone reciever. /Why did she insist on me going over there? I mean, all I needed was for her to tell Kuwabara to call me back. That way I didn't have to risk seeing him again so soon groan . Oh well, I have time to kill, and the place is close to the car repair so I can check up on my sigh baby./.
With these thoughts in mind, you shrugged off all your previous doubts. You had a light dinner and then took a long relaxing bath (the least you could do after a day like that) and went straight to bed.
. (To be continued...) .
Yusuke: No, now I'm totally pissed off! Shara: And why would that be, pray tell? o.O Yusuke: 'Cause you even put that bimbo Botan before me! èé Botan: Excuse me!?! òó Shara: Oh, give it a rest Yusuke, you egomaniac! You'll appear soon enough! Kuwabara: Happy happy joy joy... Botan: 'Kay... so what's his problem (now) o.O Kuwabara: Good job Shara, knew you could do it! The dramma has finally surfaced: my everlasting problem with crazy fan chicks wanting my number all the time... Shara: OMG... --' Now I REALLY know he's not ok... Kuwabara: Hey Shara, want my number too? - Shara: No thanks, I think I'll pass runs to the bathroom Kuwabara: Huh? o.O Hiei: Talk about dramma... -- Kurama: Yes, any girl must be really desparate (sp?) to do any thing like that... -- Yusuke: Tell me about it. Poor thing. Shara's evil to make the main character do something like that. Hiei: Not even I am that nasty. Shara: comes back clutching her stomach Geez, I feel horrible... çç Oh, by the way, I got the first number of "Hunter x hunter" Yoshihiro Togashi's new work of art! I'm so happy I'll probably write a fic about that ASAP. Kurama: Why would she do that to them? Yusuke: Well, we had to put up with it, so why shouldn't they? Kurama: I suppose you're right... -- Shara: You too Kurama, I thought you were on my side... çç People, R&R!