Wow, I did not know I could invoke such hate for a certain parental figure. I'm even starting to fear for Dusty's father's life here!! Whoa...
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.
Easily Amused: Dusty, Warrior Princess!
Friday
Okay, three things people should know about my father that I didn't find out until I spent the summer of my freshman year with him in no particular order : 1) he hates modern music, ESPECIALLY when you turn the bass on full blast. B) He's allergic to spicey food. And 5) He lives to impress high society. Hey, I said in no particular order, did I not? Anyway, it has come to my attention that parental unit number 2 has initiated the rules of war. Now, i'm a self proclaimed fighter of love and peace. I sport the logo 'i'm a lover not a fighter' theory. But this was the last straw. I was up until the wee hours of the morning trying to convince my mother that Shigure wasn't an entirely bad guy. I failed to mention his pervertedness but she's my mother for cryin out loud! She can only handle so much at her age! She's already super pissed because of the fact that I now fall into the category of 'non virgin'. And don't repeat the remark about the age thing. I already have enough to worry about when I get home.
As I was saying, my father crossed the line. He crossed the line by bringing parental unit number 1 into this situation when the poor woman had enough to worry about. I mean, her daughter's in an entirely different country and you call her to tell her she's lost her virginity?! Way harsh Psycho Dad! So, this only leaves two choices: I could make his life a living hell on my birthday. Or I could leave this all be and explain myself to Shigure and my mother when the time comes. Now what kind of person would I be if I just left this alone? Stupid. There's one.
I haven't slept a wink since that phone call. Can you really blame me? My mother has lost all faith in me and i'm still under house arrest. Thus, preventing me from seeing Shigure for the time being. But that won't last long. See, underneath this innocent exterior is a raging beast that becomes unleashed at the sight of unfairness. Mix that with enough hormones to fuel a third world country and BAM! Dusty, Warrior Princess!!! Ahlilililililililili cough cough cough gag cough. Whoa, looks like my empowerment got the best of me. I am woman, hear me roar......woof. Okay, so maybe i'm the last person you'd find at a woman's liberation rally. But, I WILL get revenge. Like Mel Gibson type of payback.
So, like any crazed lunatic under house arrest on her birthday, I retreated to the t.v. and turned it up on full blast. Note that even Japan has a MTV of the sort. And also note that 50 Cent just happened to be playing on the day my mother gave birth to me. Well, she actually gave birth at eleven p.m. and it's jusy now turning six in the morning, but still. I proceeded to jump on my bed at the beat of the infamous rap song, causing my bed to collide with the wall that just so happened to be next to my father's room.
"Go, go,go, go, go, go, go shawty. It's your birffday. We gon party like it's your birffday. We gon sip Bacardi like it's your birffday-" A few door slams and thundering footsteps later...
"DUSTY!!" I continued to jump on my bed. This was actually a good workout for me.
"Yes, father dear?" That's right chikita, rub it in his face. Play the perfect daughter for now.
"What in God's name are you doing?!" How dare he bring the Lord into this! I'm not religious myself but I know better than to do that to the Big Guy. At least i'm trying to keep my relationship with the heavenly being on a good note. Bad move Daddy dearest.
"Now father, don't bring God into this. I'm sure Buddah would gladly come defend Him if need be. And the U.S. is trying to keep Japan on good terms."
"Turn that racket OFF!!" The song has now changed to Robbie William's 'Rock D.J.' This song totally rocks.
"Dad, it's my birthday. Or have you forgotten? The least you can do is let me celebrate with the great gift of music." I could hear him gritting his teeth from my perch on the bed. He left my room in a huff and I made sure I graced him with my musical abilities.
"I don't wanna rock D.J. But you're making me feel so nice. When's it gonna stop D.J.? Cause you're keeping me up all night!!" Door slam. Whoo! He sounds mad! Huh, I wonder how many calories i'm burning...
By eleven in the morning, I was pretty sure my father had calmed down a bit. He excused my behavior by blaming it on my excessive amount of estrogen. Amazingly enough, he allowed me to go dine out with him and Elijah for lunch. Upon telling me this, he also informed me that I should dress 'appropriately' for the occasion. Dream on Pops. I chose a quite the attire that consisted of a skirt that lived up to the name 'mini' and a shirt that read 'I directed Paris' porn movie.' I finished off the look with a silver thong poking out just a bit from my skirt. I hated the look, of course, and would have never been caught dead in it if my anger wasn't fueling my dress code.
Elijah was, to say the least, astonished. My father on the other hand, had to physically restrain himself from beating me to a bloody pulp in public. As we passed a few tourists and I blatantly yelled out 'Hey baby! Wanna see some leg?' My father covered my mouth and dragged me to the tiny resturaunt while Elijah stiffled a laugh. We entered the resturaunt; greeted by an enterage of Japanese socialites. Wow, this turned out better than I had hoped.
An hour into lunch, a Mr. So-and-so (I wasn't really paying attention) came to our table to talk to my father. He excitedly introduced Elijah as the heir to the photography company he worked for. But when the rich snob asked who I was, my father stated that I was an estranged daughter he just met. Elijah was bewildered but I expected nothing less. Of course he would say something like that. I made wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh well. The man graciously took my hand and shook it, all the while goggling at my legs. Ugh. How disgusting can a fifty year old man get? I quickly went for the Dr. Pepper in a champagne glass and went on to spill it on his coat.
"Oh my gosh i'm so sorry!!" I grabbed the napkin and smeared the carbonated drink farther into the expensive material.
"Dammit! You idiot! Do you know how much this jacket cost?!" I cocked my head to the side innocently and grinned my biggest dumb blonde smile.
"Why? Is it expensive?" My father rushed to the aid of the snobbish man and ushered him into the bathroom, just as our plates were set down. I promptly unfolded my napkin and began to stuff it into my bra, gaining strange looks from passerbys. Elijah lifted his hand up to his mouth, covering up the smirk that had found its way to his face.
"You surprise me more every time I see you." I grabbed my father's napkin and began to work on leveling out the other twin.
"That's a good thing, I guess." My attention was focused on Thelma and Louise and not so much Elijah. Yes, I named my chest. I have to tell them apart somehow!
"What is with you today? I mean, it seems like you're out to destroy your father." I leaned over ever so slightly so that we were mere inches away.
"Well, my dear Elijah, I am."
"What?! Why?" I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back in the cushioned chair.
"Well he started it." When I received a warning gaze from the British cutie I decided to tell all. Some people can be so pessimistic. "He's put me under house arrest because I slept with someone. I'm 19 for crying out loud! Legally, i'm beyond the adult stage. I'm practically 35!! Anyway, he brought my mother into this and is trying to make my life a living hell. It's only fair that I repay the kind gesture." Elijah nodded his head knowingly. Great, I just told my father's future boss that i'm planning on making his life look worse than crap on a stick. "Don't tell him what I just told you though." There was that kind smile again.
"Don't worry."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
"Ew, honey, don't do that." The mental picture alone was enough to cause disturbing nightmares. I reached over the table and took a hold on the pepper shaker. I would be damned if I didn't take this opportunity. It wasn't until after my devious deed of emptying the pepper shaker on my father's meal that I noticed Elijah's saddened expression.
"So then this means I stand no chance with you." Aw. I totally forgot about the object of British perfection. Well not PERFECTION. Prince William has that job down pat. But it was so close, it was scary. I gently laid my hand upon his.
"Oh, Elijah darlin'. It's not you, it's me." Actually it was him, but i'm only slightly naughty, not cruel. "You are one of the sweetest, most -"
"Please, don't go easy on me."
"You're right. It's you not me. You and me together would make everything right but wrong on so many levels." He simply nodded. That went over well.
Elijah soon parted when my father broke out into hives. I personally found the whole scene quite entertaining, but Elijah thought it best to leave. The guards had also split, considering that today was my last full day in Japan. By tomorrow evening, I would be heading back to New Orleans, equipped with multicolored kimonos and an endless supply of souvenirs. But no Shigure. Even now, as I sit in front of my violet birthday cake (compliments of the hotel) and listen to my father's groans, I can't help but feel bad. Part of it was the bad salmon I ate earlier. The other part was the fact that I was alone for the first time in a long time on my birthday. To a person who loved solitary confinement, this would be heaven. But I had no Becky or Frankie....or Shigure. This sucks monkey balls!! I mean, really! What kind of a wicked man would lock his daughter away from the love of her life? Okay, I see the point in that. But this was a little extreme! I've never been alone on my birthday. Never.
"Happy birthday to me......happy birthday...to me. Happy birthday....dear me, happy birthday to...me..." I have no life. Well, I did. But it was taken away from me by a man whose main goal in life is to make mine miserable! Why?! I don't know! Maybe he has a permanent mean stick shoved up his mid life crisis ass!! Ooh, wow, look at me. I have never spent a single hour with my daughter so first chance I get i'm going to torture her because she has the good life going for her!! Big Ally McDeal!!! A small knock from my hotel door causes me to come back from my stormy attitude. This better be good! I was moping, dammit! It was the bellhop. I am quickly sobered up of any frustration for this was the same bellhop who slept with Frankie.
"Oh....hi." He held out a small slip of paper, folded ever so neatly.
"You received a letter at the front desk. The man told us to deliver it immediately." A letter? For me? I quickly snatch it from his greasy little paws and scan over it, completely ignoring his gesture for a tip.
Dusty,
Please meet me at the house as soon as possible. I have a surprise for you.
Shigure
Sounds fun enough. Plus, he has a surprise! Everyone loves surprises, except those who don't. But i'm not one of those people. I love surprises. What am I doing just standing here and debating my love for surprises? I grab my coat and check on my father before heading out the door. Hey, if he dies, i'm basically the last person who saw him alive. I'm obviously going to need a good alibi.
Whether Dusty saw her or not, Patricia could only wonder. But she figured that she was getting out for a breath of fresh air and would be back sooner or later. She stuffed her perfectly wrapped gift underneath her arm and began the short journey to Dusty's hotel room. The key was hidden above the door, which could be a direct thanks to Dusty's forgetfulness. Patricia unlocked the hotel door to find an immaculate room. This worried her, for Patricia knew that Dusty was still angry with her father and usually took that anger out on furniture, windows, or even people as shown by the pool scene a few nights ago. On top of the nightstand was single sheet of paper with scribbled handwriting on it. The bouncy redhead picked it up and began to skim over it.
"Do you think she will like my gift?" Patricia was startled by the small voice of Tohru but quickly ran to the door to meet the jumble of voices following. She could only pray that one person was missing. She swung the door open in time to come face to face with Shigure.
"Patricia? What on Earth are you doing here?" Her almond orbs widened in terror. Shigure was standing right in front of her....without her friend.
"I should be asking you the same thing." Without any hesitation, Patricia shoved the paper into Shigure's chest.
"This isn't my handwriting...."
Dun dun duuuuun. Yep, it'd be longer but I got three kids to take care of. And they're tired. I'm tired. Not a good mix there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.
Easily Amused: Dusty, Warrior Princess!
Friday
Okay, three things people should know about my father that I didn't find out until I spent the summer of my freshman year with him in no particular order : 1) he hates modern music, ESPECIALLY when you turn the bass on full blast. B) He's allergic to spicey food. And 5) He lives to impress high society. Hey, I said in no particular order, did I not? Anyway, it has come to my attention that parental unit number 2 has initiated the rules of war. Now, i'm a self proclaimed fighter of love and peace. I sport the logo 'i'm a lover not a fighter' theory. But this was the last straw. I was up until the wee hours of the morning trying to convince my mother that Shigure wasn't an entirely bad guy. I failed to mention his pervertedness but she's my mother for cryin out loud! She can only handle so much at her age! She's already super pissed because of the fact that I now fall into the category of 'non virgin'. And don't repeat the remark about the age thing. I already have enough to worry about when I get home.
As I was saying, my father crossed the line. He crossed the line by bringing parental unit number 1 into this situation when the poor woman had enough to worry about. I mean, her daughter's in an entirely different country and you call her to tell her she's lost her virginity?! Way harsh Psycho Dad! So, this only leaves two choices: I could make his life a living hell on my birthday. Or I could leave this all be and explain myself to Shigure and my mother when the time comes. Now what kind of person would I be if I just left this alone? Stupid. There's one.
I haven't slept a wink since that phone call. Can you really blame me? My mother has lost all faith in me and i'm still under house arrest. Thus, preventing me from seeing Shigure for the time being. But that won't last long. See, underneath this innocent exterior is a raging beast that becomes unleashed at the sight of unfairness. Mix that with enough hormones to fuel a third world country and BAM! Dusty, Warrior Princess!!! Ahlilililililililili cough cough cough gag cough. Whoa, looks like my empowerment got the best of me. I am woman, hear me roar......woof. Okay, so maybe i'm the last person you'd find at a woman's liberation rally. But, I WILL get revenge. Like Mel Gibson type of payback.
So, like any crazed lunatic under house arrest on her birthday, I retreated to the t.v. and turned it up on full blast. Note that even Japan has a MTV of the sort. And also note that 50 Cent just happened to be playing on the day my mother gave birth to me. Well, she actually gave birth at eleven p.m. and it's jusy now turning six in the morning, but still. I proceeded to jump on my bed at the beat of the infamous rap song, causing my bed to collide with the wall that just so happened to be next to my father's room.
"Go, go,go, go, go, go, go shawty. It's your birffday. We gon party like it's your birffday. We gon sip Bacardi like it's your birffday-" A few door slams and thundering footsteps later...
"DUSTY!!" I continued to jump on my bed. This was actually a good workout for me.
"Yes, father dear?" That's right chikita, rub it in his face. Play the perfect daughter for now.
"What in God's name are you doing?!" How dare he bring the Lord into this! I'm not religious myself but I know better than to do that to the Big Guy. At least i'm trying to keep my relationship with the heavenly being on a good note. Bad move Daddy dearest.
"Now father, don't bring God into this. I'm sure Buddah would gladly come defend Him if need be. And the U.S. is trying to keep Japan on good terms."
"Turn that racket OFF!!" The song has now changed to Robbie William's 'Rock D.J.' This song totally rocks.
"Dad, it's my birthday. Or have you forgotten? The least you can do is let me celebrate with the great gift of music." I could hear him gritting his teeth from my perch on the bed. He left my room in a huff and I made sure I graced him with my musical abilities.
"I don't wanna rock D.J. But you're making me feel so nice. When's it gonna stop D.J.? Cause you're keeping me up all night!!" Door slam. Whoo! He sounds mad! Huh, I wonder how many calories i'm burning...
By eleven in the morning, I was pretty sure my father had calmed down a bit. He excused my behavior by blaming it on my excessive amount of estrogen. Amazingly enough, he allowed me to go dine out with him and Elijah for lunch. Upon telling me this, he also informed me that I should dress 'appropriately' for the occasion. Dream on Pops. I chose a quite the attire that consisted of a skirt that lived up to the name 'mini' and a shirt that read 'I directed Paris' porn movie.' I finished off the look with a silver thong poking out just a bit from my skirt. I hated the look, of course, and would have never been caught dead in it if my anger wasn't fueling my dress code.
Elijah was, to say the least, astonished. My father on the other hand, had to physically restrain himself from beating me to a bloody pulp in public. As we passed a few tourists and I blatantly yelled out 'Hey baby! Wanna see some leg?' My father covered my mouth and dragged me to the tiny resturaunt while Elijah stiffled a laugh. We entered the resturaunt; greeted by an enterage of Japanese socialites. Wow, this turned out better than I had hoped.
An hour into lunch, a Mr. So-and-so (I wasn't really paying attention) came to our table to talk to my father. He excitedly introduced Elijah as the heir to the photography company he worked for. But when the rich snob asked who I was, my father stated that I was an estranged daughter he just met. Elijah was bewildered but I expected nothing less. Of course he would say something like that. I made wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Oh well. The man graciously took my hand and shook it, all the while goggling at my legs. Ugh. How disgusting can a fifty year old man get? I quickly went for the Dr. Pepper in a champagne glass and went on to spill it on his coat.
"Oh my gosh i'm so sorry!!" I grabbed the napkin and smeared the carbonated drink farther into the expensive material.
"Dammit! You idiot! Do you know how much this jacket cost?!" I cocked my head to the side innocently and grinned my biggest dumb blonde smile.
"Why? Is it expensive?" My father rushed to the aid of the snobbish man and ushered him into the bathroom, just as our plates were set down. I promptly unfolded my napkin and began to stuff it into my bra, gaining strange looks from passerbys. Elijah lifted his hand up to his mouth, covering up the smirk that had found its way to his face.
"You surprise me more every time I see you." I grabbed my father's napkin and began to work on leveling out the other twin.
"That's a good thing, I guess." My attention was focused on Thelma and Louise and not so much Elijah. Yes, I named my chest. I have to tell them apart somehow!
"What is with you today? I mean, it seems like you're out to destroy your father." I leaned over ever so slightly so that we were mere inches away.
"Well, my dear Elijah, I am."
"What?! Why?" I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back in the cushioned chair.
"Well he started it." When I received a warning gaze from the British cutie I decided to tell all. Some people can be so pessimistic. "He's put me under house arrest because I slept with someone. I'm 19 for crying out loud! Legally, i'm beyond the adult stage. I'm practically 35!! Anyway, he brought my mother into this and is trying to make my life a living hell. It's only fair that I repay the kind gesture." Elijah nodded his head knowingly. Great, I just told my father's future boss that i'm planning on making his life look worse than crap on a stick. "Don't tell him what I just told you though." There was that kind smile again.
"Don't worry."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
"Ew, honey, don't do that." The mental picture alone was enough to cause disturbing nightmares. I reached over the table and took a hold on the pepper shaker. I would be damned if I didn't take this opportunity. It wasn't until after my devious deed of emptying the pepper shaker on my father's meal that I noticed Elijah's saddened expression.
"So then this means I stand no chance with you." Aw. I totally forgot about the object of British perfection. Well not PERFECTION. Prince William has that job down pat. But it was so close, it was scary. I gently laid my hand upon his.
"Oh, Elijah darlin'. It's not you, it's me." Actually it was him, but i'm only slightly naughty, not cruel. "You are one of the sweetest, most -"
"Please, don't go easy on me."
"You're right. It's you not me. You and me together would make everything right but wrong on so many levels." He simply nodded. That went over well.
Elijah soon parted when my father broke out into hives. I personally found the whole scene quite entertaining, but Elijah thought it best to leave. The guards had also split, considering that today was my last full day in Japan. By tomorrow evening, I would be heading back to New Orleans, equipped with multicolored kimonos and an endless supply of souvenirs. But no Shigure. Even now, as I sit in front of my violet birthday cake (compliments of the hotel) and listen to my father's groans, I can't help but feel bad. Part of it was the bad salmon I ate earlier. The other part was the fact that I was alone for the first time in a long time on my birthday. To a person who loved solitary confinement, this would be heaven. But I had no Becky or Frankie....or Shigure. This sucks monkey balls!! I mean, really! What kind of a wicked man would lock his daughter away from the love of her life? Okay, I see the point in that. But this was a little extreme! I've never been alone on my birthday. Never.
"Happy birthday to me......happy birthday...to me. Happy birthday....dear me, happy birthday to...me..." I have no life. Well, I did. But it was taken away from me by a man whose main goal in life is to make mine miserable! Why?! I don't know! Maybe he has a permanent mean stick shoved up his mid life crisis ass!! Ooh, wow, look at me. I have never spent a single hour with my daughter so first chance I get i'm going to torture her because she has the good life going for her!! Big Ally McDeal!!! A small knock from my hotel door causes me to come back from my stormy attitude. This better be good! I was moping, dammit! It was the bellhop. I am quickly sobered up of any frustration for this was the same bellhop who slept with Frankie.
"Oh....hi." He held out a small slip of paper, folded ever so neatly.
"You received a letter at the front desk. The man told us to deliver it immediately." A letter? For me? I quickly snatch it from his greasy little paws and scan over it, completely ignoring his gesture for a tip.
Dusty,
Please meet me at the house as soon as possible. I have a surprise for you.
Shigure
Sounds fun enough. Plus, he has a surprise! Everyone loves surprises, except those who don't. But i'm not one of those people. I love surprises. What am I doing just standing here and debating my love for surprises? I grab my coat and check on my father before heading out the door. Hey, if he dies, i'm basically the last person who saw him alive. I'm obviously going to need a good alibi.
Whether Dusty saw her or not, Patricia could only wonder. But she figured that she was getting out for a breath of fresh air and would be back sooner or later. She stuffed her perfectly wrapped gift underneath her arm and began the short journey to Dusty's hotel room. The key was hidden above the door, which could be a direct thanks to Dusty's forgetfulness. Patricia unlocked the hotel door to find an immaculate room. This worried her, for Patricia knew that Dusty was still angry with her father and usually took that anger out on furniture, windows, or even people as shown by the pool scene a few nights ago. On top of the nightstand was single sheet of paper with scribbled handwriting on it. The bouncy redhead picked it up and began to skim over it.
"Do you think she will like my gift?" Patricia was startled by the small voice of Tohru but quickly ran to the door to meet the jumble of voices following. She could only pray that one person was missing. She swung the door open in time to come face to face with Shigure.
"Patricia? What on Earth are you doing here?" Her almond orbs widened in terror. Shigure was standing right in front of her....without her friend.
"I should be asking you the same thing." Without any hesitation, Patricia shoved the paper into Shigure's chest.
"This isn't my handwriting...."
Dun dun duuuuun. Yep, it'd be longer but I got three kids to take care of. And they're tired. I'm tired. Not a good mix there.