Disclaimer: I own nothing of course...what else is new?
Author's Notes: I have decided to jump around to Tasuki because I need to
explain a few things ne? I am really happy I finally found 'Salem's
Lot! It is really good and pretty creepy.... nice window.... stay
locked...no...evil....vampire....please....
It was 10:45 when Tasuki woke up. He dressed himself and went to the fridge to grab some
breakfast and a water bottle. He chugged the water down, it's coldness waking him up, and he heated his
breakfast burrito up lazily. He leaned on the counter and thought about last night. He had run into that
Tomo guy from the book and they had gotten a few drinks and talked. Once he finished thinking out the
summary he tried to remember what they had talked about. It's funny how you can automatically register
someone as an enemy before you get to really know them...He grinned at the thought of Tomo's words. It
was true Tomo turned out not to be all that bad, once you put aside all the crap he had done to them. He
was fairly cynical and at times a little too sarcastic, but he made up for it with his "to the point" kind of
personality. Tasuki had never expected him to be anything like the man that had trapped him in an illusion
disguising him from his own demise. The beeping of the microwave drew him out of his reverie and he
walked over and grabbed out his food. He sat at his table and ate slowly. Tasuki thought about how much
he himself had changed. He wasn't sure still if he was totally a queer or not, but he had become a lot more
refined after coming out of the book. He hadn't seen the point in acting like a bandit when he really wasn't
anymore. He had a desk job he loathed, but it paid well so he didn't complain. He had also grown quite
introverted. A few weeks ago he had seen Taka and Miaka in a store, but to his own surprise he kept as far
away as possible, like they were going to jump him or something. He shook his head lightly at this. =I'm all
screwed up now...= he reflected idly. Tomo had suggested doing something today, and had given him his
phone number. Even though Tomo had done this it seemed that he hadn't expected much. He seemed to
radiate a sense of not caring, or just not expecting like he really felt that the whole world would turn against
him and kick him off and leave him floating in space without a care. Tasuki was a little shocked at how
much he seemed to care, but distracted himself with clearing his dishes instead. Maybe he would give
Tomo a call just for the heck of it, he had nothing else to do. He went into his room and picked his blue
jeans from last night. He grabbed out the number and looked at it for a while then dialed the number on it.
As it began to ring Tasuki glanced at the clock and prayed Tomo wasn't a late sleeper. "Hello?" came the
far away voice it was clear, but was everything except chipper. "Hi Tomo? It's Tasuki I thought I might
take you up on your offer." He said it all flatly trying to keep his accent from smearing the words together.
"hn!" he chuckled lightly "Well that will be a nice distraction from this boring hell I'm living right now!"
he replied, Tasuki wasn't sure what to make of this and didn't respond afraid of saying something stupid.
"How bout I meet you in an hour?" he asked Tasuki could almost see him glance at the clock deciding how
long it would take him to get ready. "Sure thing!" Tasuki answered there was a little small talk exchanged
and then they said their good-byes. Tasuki debated over taking a shower or not and thought it best, the last
thing he wanted was to smell like a pig in front of the imposing seishi. As he headed to the bathroom he
paused why did he care all of a sudden if he looked good or not? He pondered it for a moment and then
continued on the sound of water echoing through the apartment.
(I just realized I didn't say he lived in an apartment till the end...sorry this time I refuse to criticize myself! I need to stop being my own dang critic! I think reading so much Stephen King right now is influencing my writing! Ha ha!)
It was 10:45 when Tasuki woke up. He dressed himself and went to the fridge to grab some
breakfast and a water bottle. He chugged the water down, it's coldness waking him up, and he heated his
breakfast burrito up lazily. He leaned on the counter and thought about last night. He had run into that
Tomo guy from the book and they had gotten a few drinks and talked. Once he finished thinking out the
summary he tried to remember what they had talked about. It's funny how you can automatically register
someone as an enemy before you get to really know them...He grinned at the thought of Tomo's words. It
was true Tomo turned out not to be all that bad, once you put aside all the crap he had done to them. He
was fairly cynical and at times a little too sarcastic, but he made up for it with his "to the point" kind of
personality. Tasuki had never expected him to be anything like the man that had trapped him in an illusion
disguising him from his own demise. The beeping of the microwave drew him out of his reverie and he
walked over and grabbed out his food. He sat at his table and ate slowly. Tasuki thought about how much
he himself had changed. He wasn't sure still if he was totally a queer or not, but he had become a lot more
refined after coming out of the book. He hadn't seen the point in acting like a bandit when he really wasn't
anymore. He had a desk job he loathed, but it paid well so he didn't complain. He had also grown quite
introverted. A few weeks ago he had seen Taka and Miaka in a store, but to his own surprise he kept as far
away as possible, like they were going to jump him or something. He shook his head lightly at this. =I'm all
screwed up now...= he reflected idly. Tomo had suggested doing something today, and had given him his
phone number. Even though Tomo had done this it seemed that he hadn't expected much. He seemed to
radiate a sense of not caring, or just not expecting like he really felt that the whole world would turn against
him and kick him off and leave him floating in space without a care. Tasuki was a little shocked at how
much he seemed to care, but distracted himself with clearing his dishes instead. Maybe he would give
Tomo a call just for the heck of it, he had nothing else to do. He went into his room and picked his blue
jeans from last night. He grabbed out the number and looked at it for a while then dialed the number on it.
As it began to ring Tasuki glanced at the clock and prayed Tomo wasn't a late sleeper. "Hello?" came the
far away voice it was clear, but was everything except chipper. "Hi Tomo? It's Tasuki I thought I might
take you up on your offer." He said it all flatly trying to keep his accent from smearing the words together.
"hn!" he chuckled lightly "Well that will be a nice distraction from this boring hell I'm living right now!"
he replied, Tasuki wasn't sure what to make of this and didn't respond afraid of saying something stupid.
"How bout I meet you in an hour?" he asked Tasuki could almost see him glance at the clock deciding how
long it would take him to get ready. "Sure thing!" Tasuki answered there was a little small talk exchanged
and then they said their good-byes. Tasuki debated over taking a shower or not and thought it best, the last
thing he wanted was to smell like a pig in front of the imposing seishi. As he headed to the bathroom he
paused why did he care all of a sudden if he looked good or not? He pondered it for a moment and then
continued on the sound of water echoing through the apartment.
(I just realized I didn't say he lived in an apartment till the end...sorry this time I refuse to criticize myself! I need to stop being my own dang critic! I think reading so much Stephen King right now is influencing my writing! Ha ha!)