Author's Note: Hurrah I'm lazy!!!
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Chapter 2: Dressed to Kill
"Now before we do ANYTHING else you need to experience the first and foremost past time we do out here...and that is worship the sun via surf and sand."
"You mean we're going to the beach, Kari-chan?"
"The palace of Poseidon, the Temple of Tides..."
"Yea the beach."
"The land of bronzed beauties and sexy surfers.."
"YES THE FREAKIN BEACH!!!"
Kamatari pouted as he pulled out his beachwear and Misao turned around, making Kamatari laugh.
"Still so shy, Mi-chan?! Really! Afraid to be turned on by my sexy body?"
"Dream on fruitcake." Misao yelled, spinning around and then laughing at Kamatari's beach wear.
He wore a soft green bathing suit with matching trunks over it.
"I think there'll be MANY confused people because of you." Misao commented.
Kamatari merely scoffed.
"Out here, hun, there's more weirder things than little ol' me."
"Touche." Misao replied as she grabbed a bathing suit and went into the bathroom to change.
"Oh come on Mi-chan! I wouldn't want to look at your scrawny ass."
The bathroom door slammed open so fast that Kamatari had little time to react when Misao's foot collided with his side.
"OOW!! Crap Mi-chan! Hey..you've gotten a lost faster."
"Damn it Kari-chan, lay off the 'Misao is a scrawny midget' remarks!!!" she said, almost tearing up as she pouted.
"Hai!!" Kamatari said with a big goofy grin as he softly pressed the tip of Misao's nose as if it were a button.
The two walked out of the apartment and down to Kamatari's car and Misao brushed a stray stand of hair behind her ear.
"So are the beaches here better than the ones in Japan?" Misao asked as she quickly held onto the door frame as Kamatari burnt out of the parking lot, tires screeching.
"It's not a case of better or worse, but morso different. There's a different feel. I stopped trying to compare them and just realized they're as they are. Besides, it's the same ocean anyway."
"True."
"I used to think about that when I first moved here. Even though I was far away, we still live on the same ocean so it's not that far if you think about it."
"Sounds kind of like emotions." Misao murmured as she leaned her head slightly out the window as she looked at the streets and palm trees.
"How so?"
"No matter how far, as long as you have something connecting you, there's always a small feeling of home. Of comfort."
"Wow...when did you get so mature in thinking?"
"There's nothing too wrong with being immature."
"Maybe. Enough of this philosophical crap! There's this band I think you'll like that I wanted you to hear. They're not very new, but I didn't think you'd hear of them."
"What are they called?"
"New Found Glory. Oh the guitarist Chad is just soooooo cute! I got dragged to a concert and just fell in love with them! I got their second CD with me."
"Okay, play it then."
Kamatari reached up to his viser cd holder and unfortunately also neglected the road which made a panicked Misao grab the wheel and steer as she screeched 'brakes!!!!!'
Putting the CD in, Kamatari grabbed the wheel back and noticed how close they were to the back of a black Honda Civic and that Misao was gasping for breath and looking pale.
"What?"
The CD began playing 'Better Off Dead' and Misao tried to calm down as she listened to the music. The first song was quite energetic and it sounded good.
The next song came on and Kamatari squealed.
"Oh! Dressed to Kill! I love this song!"
"..View to a Kill?"
Kamatari clucked his tongue.
"That's Duran Duran silly child!!!! Although they're good too. Just shut up and listen."
I know it's hard for you
to understand what I'm going through
and now I sit here to remind myself
You're always dressed to kill
and you feel like you owe it to the world
but you owe it to yourself
but you're...you're not here
and I can't stop pretending
that you're forever mine
and I...
I can't dream anymore since you left
I miss you singing me to sleep
I can't wait anymore in your arms
I miss you singing me to sleep
Misao bit her lip as she listened, the song making her think of what always seemed to own her thoughts: Aoshi. She saw it then in the distance, the ocean. It was wide and blue and she could smell it. Salty, warm, different and new. She smiled.
Cheer up my friends all say
you're better alone anyway
but you're always on tour
and you're never home
I'm always dressed to kill
and I feel like I owe it to the world
but I owe it to myself
but you're...you're not here
and I can't stop pretending
that' you're forever mine
and I...
I can't dream anymore since you left
I miss you singing in my sleep
I can't wait anymore in your arms
I miss you singing me to sleep
Cheer up my friends all say
and I can't stop pretending
that you're forever mine
you're better alone anyway
and you're not here
not here
I can't dream anymore since you left
I miss you singing in my sleep
I can't wait anymore in your arms
I miss you singing me to sleep
Cheer up my friends all say...
"Kari-chan, can you burn me a copy of this?"
"I'll do you one better and burn all their CDs. Ooh! PARKING SPOT!!!" Kamatari said cheerfully as he parked his car crookedly and hopped out, arching backing and inhaling deeply.
"AH!! Smell that salt air!!"
Misao closed her eyes and felt the breeze, then opened them to look down at the sandy beach and sighed.
"Yea. It's nice."
"Well time to turn to Krispy Kremes!!!"
Opening the trunk, they grabbed beach chairs and their bags and headed down to a nice spot.
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"So let me get this straight. Here being tanned and bleached is normal?"
"Yes."
"And they don't call you something like ganguro?"
"Nope."
"Interesting. And Kogirls?"
"Normal here."
"Wow! Someone should let the girls back home know."
"Indeed!! And maybe they can send over some of those cute J-rock boys too! I'll gladly accept Hyde or Makoto."
"I'm sure you would."
Misao lay back in the chair and rested her hands behind her head as she watched people at the beach, noticing there were a lot of good looking guys she wished she could remotely feel some attraction for them.
Alas she was screwed up in love.
And so it goes.
"Mmmmmmm! Sunshine shine shine!!!" Kamatari squealed.
"Control yourself there. No need to scared the locals." Misao murmured as she sighed.
"Me? Hardly. Maybe it's the amazing paleness of your skin that's doing it."
"Pale? Are you kidding me? People in Japan have been saying I'm getting too tan."
"Hun, this isn't Japan. We've got to get you thinking more opening about things. Look, here you can wear shoes indoors and wear skirts without being called skanky! Poor you, you'll be in such a culture shock soon enough."
Misao cringed, pulling her glasses off and staring at Kamatari with wide eyes.
"Is it that bad?"
Kamatari laughed and flicked Misao in the nose.
"Nah, just messing with you."
Misao slapped him.
"Bitch."
"True. Oh yeah! I got you a job interview!"
"Really? Where?" Misao asked, putting her sunglasses back on her face and laying back.
"The Wolf's Den. It's a small venue for bands and it's kind of like a club for punks and rockers. The owner's kind of a stiff, but his wife is very cool. She makes a damn good screwdriver with a little bit of pineapple juice with the pink umbrellas and.."
"Kari-chan, get to the point."
"Anyways, the owner's name is Saitoh Hajime and his wife is Tokio. They're from Kyoto originally and moved here ten years ago. They'll probably give you a job since you have experience waitressing and can speak Japanese since Saitoh-san has a habit of barking out orders in Japanese."
"When is it?"
AN!"Uhhh...tomorrow at nine."
"NINE AM?!"
"Uh...yea."
"Damnit Kari-chan! You know I don't like getting up that early!!!"
Kamatari jumped up and ran towards the water.
"Oh well Mi-chan! Tough luck!!!"
"Tough luck?!"
Misao knew it then. She was most likely going to kill Kamatari one day.
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God what awefulness. Gyah.