Omg! It's been like fully 8 months since I've even LOOKED at FF! I hope I still have some readers left XD dies And I hope I can remember what's going on in this story oO
Oooer, unlucky number or something XD
"So, Buruma, sweetie, I'm hoping we can all forget this nasty little incident and you and the boys can become good friends." The plump woman's face was all smiles, and Buruma was reminded of her own mother.
"We don't want to be her friend! She's a meanie!" Buruma resisted the urge to shoot the little girl a blood-curdling look and instead stared mutely at the scone on her plate. She was sitting in the Ouji kitchen next to young Lori, who was swallowing pumpkin scones at an obscene rate. Aaron was searching the expensive-looking fridge for the exact flavour of jam that he preferred on his scones, and Mrs. Ouji was opposite Buruma, fussing over a heavily bandaged and thoroughly unwilling Bejita, whose futile attempts at waving her away were amusing.
There was a long pause as Mrs. Ouji continued to adjust Bejita's bandages and Lori inhaled some more scones. Feeling uncomfortable, Buruma decided to break the silence.
"Uhm, Mrs. Ouji. Thank you for being so uh, so nice to me. I didn't expect you to be as forgiving as you are." The older woman nodded with a smile before sweeping across the floor to pluck Aaron's jam from the fridge at first glance. "So uh… why have you been so forgiving? I'm not sure I really understand."
She received a reply in the form of a sigh. Mrs. Ouji then gestured for Buruma to follow her out of the room.
"Look, dear, I'm a mother. I know kids make mistakes. I also know Bejita makes more of them than most. What happened was probably his own fault, as much as I hate to admit it." She ran a hand through her fading curls. "Obviously I haven't fully forgiven you for injuring my son, but I do acknowledge that you probably thought he was going to hurt you." Buruma opened her mouth to say that Bejita was going to hurt her, but was silenced with a quick gesture. "Sit down dear. Now, you have to understand that Bejita's father has been his major influence in life, which is a bit of a pity. As much as I do love my husband, I wouldn't pick him as a role model for my sons. He's taught Bejita a few values, however, that I think are worthwhile, and one of them is to never hit a woman. They both feel perfectly fine about intimidating women, though. I know he's hard to deal with, but he is settling down with time."
Buruma fidgeted in an expensive armchair. She didn't particularly want to hear Mrs. Ouji going on about how Bejita was 'settling down'. That didn't mean a thing coming from his own mother, and they both knew it. "Thanks for the talk Mrs. Ouji, but I think Bejita's really really mad at me and it might be best if I just sort of… ignore him most of the time." She winced as the other woman's brow creased.
"Buruma dear, as a mother, I can also tell that you like the boys. I know Aaron probably seems like the best choice to pursue boyfriend-wise and don't look at me like that. I was a teenager once too, you know. Now, I know he seems like the best option, but he's not interested in a relationship while he's studying. Just between us girls, I think he might not be interested in a relationship with a girl at all, if you know what I mean." Buruma's eyes widened. She certainly hadn't expected that from Aaron's mother. If his own parents thought he was gay, he was definitely out of the picture. "Yes, love, I don't have a problem with it, but Geoff has no idea and I don't think he'd be too happy to find out. So I think, given Aaron's… less mainstream tendencies, you might be better pursuing Bejita. Besides, either it's a very bad concussion indeed or he likes you at least a little, for he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about pressing charges either."
With that and a conspiratorial wink the conversation was over and Buruma was left sitting stunned in the lounge room while Mrs. Ouji attempted to break up a scone battle in the kitchen.
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"Professor Plum in the Conservatory with the Revolver!" Goku exclaimed triumphantly, shifting the appropriate plastic pieces. Raditz and Kuririn groaned.
"NO! For the last time, Goku, it is NOT Professor Plum! Look! I have the card right here!" Raditz threw the card down onto the board and glared at Goku.
"Silly Raditz. He's a Professor. He's clever. He probably planted that card in your hand so you'd think he was innocent." They just stared at Goku.
"Ok, I'm going to empty the card thingy right now. This game is over." Kuririn leaned over and pulled the cards out of the paper slip labelled 'Confidential'. "Mrs. Peacock in the Kitchen with the Lead Pipe. So there."
Goku frowned down at the cards. He did hate Professor Plum so much. "Yeah well… I hear you went on a date with Juuhachigou!"
Raditz let out a low whistle and nudged Kuririn, winking. The short boy frowned. "First of all; Juu has absolutely nothing to with the death of Mr. Boddy, and secondly; where did you even hear that?!"
"Is it true?"
"No! Well, I mean, it wasn't really a date as such."
"I knew it! That's so cool. Now you can come to the movies with me and Chichi and stuff. It'll be so great. Like on television or something." Kuririn frowned.
"Gee, Goku. I don't think she'd really like that. I mean, like I said, it wasn't a date and if I asked her to do that she'd think I'd told everyone we're going out and we're not and I think she'd just be really mad at me and stuff…"
Goku gave him a pleading look, using his best puppy-dog impression (and believe me, that's a pretty good puppy-dog impression, and no one can resist a puppy). Kuririn snapped like a twig. Damn those puppy-eyes. As soon as he nodded forlornly, one thought blocked out all others and just sat in his brain, staring him down.
She is not going to be happy.
Voosh. Short, I know, but I'm all… trying to get back into the swing of things and such. Fear me a lot. I uh, hope all my old readers aren't dead or something oo Please still love me!
Review or die. Yes. A horrible death it will be too. I'll get Professor Plum to do it and everything. brandishes Cluedo set