Furi-Kuri Remixed
Chapter # 4 "Cold Pizza for Breakfast and Other Signs That Things Aren't Going Well"
SORRY!!!!!!!!! SORRY SORRY SORRY! ARGH! I can't believe I've taken this long to update my story! God, sorry again. I'll try to be more regular with me updates (Sweet Fancy Moses, Crobdan, how do you write chapters that fast?!) Anywho... I STILL don't own Furi-Kuri, or anything else in this story other than my character. The character who FINALY HAS A FRICKIN NAME! Yusuke Takahashi. I just looked through a list of Japanese names and found two that sounded good together, and ta-da! NOW ON WITH THE STORY! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I could tell today was gonna be crappy the moment I woke up. Outside my window the sky was iron gray, a giant gray curtain stretching for infinity. I wanted to fall back asleep and not wake up until I was old enough to get the hell out of this place. But I couldn't... I couldn't even manage to fall asleep for another hour.
As I went downstairs from my room, everything was quiet, except for the slow grinding sound of my brain trying to get back onto schedule. Of course, everything was off-schedule since that freak on the Vespa showed up. When I got downstairs all there was what was left of last nights pizza and a note carefully scrawled on a bright pink sticky-note.
"Yusuke, your sister and I are going shopping for some clothes, we'll be back in a few hours Do all of your chores, there should be some cereal left in the box if you want breakfast.
Love,
Mom"
I breathed a deep sigh... we had run out of cereal a week ago. Cold pizza for breakfast. At least its not oatmeal. =============================================================== Damnit, I've been waiting here for two hours, and this kid still hasn't shown up!
I've already gone through three of those $5 coffees from the coffee bar they stuck to the side of this place and I'm startin' to run out of cash...
Its already passed noon...
This sure as hell better be worth it. ===============================================================
It was time to go to the bookstore. I had already done all of my chores, so I might as well read some mangas. Or, err... I had done half of the chores... fuck it; I had almost got the vacuum out of the closet before deciding I was too bored to do any chores.
Anyway, I needed some coffee from the place they had tacked on the side of the bookstore. I'd pick up the latest issue of one of my favorites, order a coffee, then read through the manga. By now the owner of the place was about ready to kill me, seeing as I never bought any books, just read the things while I drank coffee.
Regardless of the still stinging memory of the last time the bookstore's manager had chased me out of the place, I put on my favorite flannel shirt and walked down the highway.
[LATER, AT THE BOOKSTO- whoa... déjà vu, I said this in the last chapter...
freaky... Hmm... I wonder... Maybe I'm just here on this Earth t-
Me: JUST SHUT UP SO WE CAN KEEP TELLING THE FRICKIN STORY, MAN!!]
She was there.
Just sitting there, looking really bored, sipping on a coffee.
The horn that was growing from my skull and that I was hiding beneath a baseball cap began stinging painfully.
Then, she looked my way, and her face lit up like the face of a madman must when he's just killed another victim.
Before I could turn to run, she had grabbed my shirt and pulled me outside.
I should have stayed in bed... ===============================================================
Look, I'm sorry about this, but the chapter couldn't be any longer. See, I'm not supposed to be on the computer right now, and I need to post this thing up so you guys know I'm still alive and writing this. So, the next chapter will (Hopefully) be much longer and err... better.
So, Peace fer now!
Zeb
Chapter # 4 "Cold Pizza for Breakfast and Other Signs That Things Aren't Going Well"
SORRY!!!!!!!!! SORRY SORRY SORRY! ARGH! I can't believe I've taken this long to update my story! God, sorry again. I'll try to be more regular with me updates (Sweet Fancy Moses, Crobdan, how do you write chapters that fast?!) Anywho... I STILL don't own Furi-Kuri, or anything else in this story other than my character. The character who FINALY HAS A FRICKIN NAME! Yusuke Takahashi. I just looked through a list of Japanese names and found two that sounded good together, and ta-da! NOW ON WITH THE STORY! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I could tell today was gonna be crappy the moment I woke up. Outside my window the sky was iron gray, a giant gray curtain stretching for infinity. I wanted to fall back asleep and not wake up until I was old enough to get the hell out of this place. But I couldn't... I couldn't even manage to fall asleep for another hour.
As I went downstairs from my room, everything was quiet, except for the slow grinding sound of my brain trying to get back onto schedule. Of course, everything was off-schedule since that freak on the Vespa showed up. When I got downstairs all there was what was left of last nights pizza and a note carefully scrawled on a bright pink sticky-note.
"Yusuke, your sister and I are going shopping for some clothes, we'll be back in a few hours Do all of your chores, there should be some cereal left in the box if you want breakfast.
Love,
Mom"
I breathed a deep sigh... we had run out of cereal a week ago. Cold pizza for breakfast. At least its not oatmeal. =============================================================== Damnit, I've been waiting here for two hours, and this kid still hasn't shown up!
I've already gone through three of those $5 coffees from the coffee bar they stuck to the side of this place and I'm startin' to run out of cash...
Its already passed noon...
This sure as hell better be worth it. ===============================================================
It was time to go to the bookstore. I had already done all of my chores, so I might as well read some mangas. Or, err... I had done half of the chores... fuck it; I had almost got the vacuum out of the closet before deciding I was too bored to do any chores.
Anyway, I needed some coffee from the place they had tacked on the side of the bookstore. I'd pick up the latest issue of one of my favorites, order a coffee, then read through the manga. By now the owner of the place was about ready to kill me, seeing as I never bought any books, just read the things while I drank coffee.
Regardless of the still stinging memory of the last time the bookstore's manager had chased me out of the place, I put on my favorite flannel shirt and walked down the highway.
[LATER, AT THE BOOKSTO- whoa... déjà vu, I said this in the last chapter...
freaky... Hmm... I wonder... Maybe I'm just here on this Earth t-
Me: JUST SHUT UP SO WE CAN KEEP TELLING THE FRICKIN STORY, MAN!!]
She was there.
Just sitting there, looking really bored, sipping on a coffee.
The horn that was growing from my skull and that I was hiding beneath a baseball cap began stinging painfully.
Then, she looked my way, and her face lit up like the face of a madman must when he's just killed another victim.
Before I could turn to run, she had grabbed my shirt and pulled me outside.
I should have stayed in bed... ===============================================================
Look, I'm sorry about this, but the chapter couldn't be any longer. See, I'm not supposed to be on the computer right now, and I need to post this thing up so you guys know I'm still alive and writing this. So, the next chapter will (Hopefully) be much longer and err... better.
So, Peace fer now!
Zeb