AN: Remember, this is a revamped fiction! :)
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Chapter 2
It was recess time when she was searching high and low for a rubbish bin, as she walked around the cafeteria. After finding one, she casually threw her bun wrapper into the bin from a distance. Smirking that it got in on her first try, she pushed the doors open to get out of the overly crowded cafeteria. When she was about to take another step, she felt her butt make contact to the floor –again, as someone slammed her down. But.. didn't this happen already yesterday?
Yes it did.
What did she do to deserve this?
Groaning as well as filled with irritation, she snapped at the culprit as she got up from the dirty floor.
"Why can't you watch where you're going?!"
Silence.
"You dim-witted idiot, don't you hav- Wait a minute. Didn't I bump into you yesterday?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Realization dawned on her as soon as she saw his face, brain recognizing him as the ignorant bastard.
He remained silent, starring blankly into her face.
"Mute?" she asked sarcastically.
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"Deaf?"
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"So you're mute, deaf and blind?"
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"Just get out of my way."
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"Can you move?"
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"Are you paralyzed as well?" she asked, clearly annoyed.
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She was about to scream at him for being so annoying because he was saying…. Nothing, when she saw something crumpled lying on the ground. Dead rat? No. Banana peel? No. Rotten apple? … Nope.
She squinted her eyes to get a clearer view on what it was. Then it hit her - A twenty dollar note.
She started grinning.
She roughly shoved him away, making her way to where the note was. Picking it up, she stuffed it into her pocket and walked away humming to herself, completely forgetting about his presence.
Completely surprised at her sudden change of mood, he began to think about how freaky the female population was growing to. "Weirdo…" he mumbled under his breath, as he entered the cafeteria.
That night Kaoru went to work. She was uncertain on weather she should have gone for that walk-in interview at first, but after being reminded about her financial state, she just went through it and amazingly she got the job.
Talk about luck. Well, it's either that, or they were desperate for waitresses. Whatever it was, at least she got the job.
She took the night shift, so that she could adjust with school. It was from five o' clock in the evening, until eleven o' clock at night for five dollars an hour.
The first night was pretty busy, as the joint was flooded with hungry customers. She kept on taking orders behind the counter non-stop from adults, young adults, veterans, and even children.
When the night was over, she sat down in the staff room, feeling weary and exhausted. After changing into her clothes, Mrs.Tae, the owner, and her boss, came in.
"Good job on your first night, Kaoru! I'm very pleased with your performance!" she praised, sending her new worker flushing.
She handed Kaoru thirty dollars, or what she called it -her hard-earned labor. She took it gratefully.
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The next day after school, Kaoru walked to Soujiro's house -together with him of course, to start the science project.
"Did you bring any notes about frogs?" Soujiro asked.
"No, but I did bring a book about frogs…"
"You're a froggy person?"
"Absolutely not. My mother gave this to me when I was very young. She said this would help me 'expand my knowledge'."
He grinned, as they continued chatting. When they reached Soujiro's house, Kaoru was startled. 'This is his house? That would mean..'
"He's back! Look, look! He's baaack! Sou-chan, Sou-chan!" A little girl screamed out as she stuffed her face in between the gates. Drawing out her hands, she waved it wildly, as if reaching to touch his uniform.
Soujiro laughed at the sight in front of him.
In a matter of seconds, an accomplice ran out and copied her older sister's actions.
"Sou-chaaaaan! Open the gate quiccckly! Qui-" They started wailing, but stopped in mid-sentence when they noticed his friend that was beside him. Realizing who his friend was, their eyes grew bigger in excitement as their smiles grew wider.
"Kao!! Kao nee-chan!!" the younger one squealed in delight. Impatiently waiting for Soujiro to open the gates, the two children certainly did not keep quiet.
"You… Know my sisters?" Soujiro asked, face visibly puzzled. He opened the gates, and straight away the two little rascals were attached to Kaoru's legs, like how a magnet would attract metal.
She started laughing, as she tried walking with one child hanging on one leg, and another child on the other. "Let's just say we met unexpectedly one fine morning."
He smiled, as he ushered her in his house. It was a pretty house, everything was neat and tidy.
After eating lunch (that consisted slices of tuna sandwiches), they started working on their scrapbook, -Kaoru writing down the information while Soujiro searched for valuable information.
There were, in some point of their work, where they took a break or two, and cracked corny jokes. Though it was lamely amusing, she was comfortable, and she did at least enjoy herself. He was nice and polite, and most of all, he smiles hell alot. She wanted to ask him why was he always so smiley, but she resolved that question for another time.
Three hours passed by quickly, and Kaoru reminded herself that she had to leave since she had to get ready for work in an hour's time, after checking her watch.
After announcing her departure, they chatted for a while longer before he led her downstairs to the door.
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"Are you going to the game tonight?" A brown-haired male asked his red-headed friend.
He just shook his head back in response.
"I can't. Gotta' stay at home and finish up some assignments."
"I thought you were the type that finishes homework as soon as you get them?" He asked, feigning shock as a small grin graced his features.
"I was busy." He answered flatly.
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A certain red head was sitting in his room, completing all his unfinished school work. He had caught a bad cold, and every time he tried to write, a sneeze will emerge out from his nostrils and his handwriting would get out of place.
Noticing his dilemma, his mother strictly told him to stay in bed. He had no choice, but to do what he was told (She was his mother, after all).
And the conclusion of this whole episode was that now, he had to spend long hours finishing up three days of homework -in one evening.
As he closed his notebook shut –an indication that he was done, he started feeling every corner of his brain being drained out. Algebra was from hell, he groaned. But at least trigonometry was always there to make his life easier. Then there were polygons and graph functions.
Oh Lord, help me.
But at least he was done, for the meantime.
Getting up, he walked down to the kitchen with the intention to grab some grub. He was very hungry, and his stomach had demanded continually –"Feed me, FEED ME!" for the past five minutes. And he didn't like to keep his tummy waiting.
After rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator (his sanctuary), he found no food, to his dismay. Grunting about his situation, he was suddenly reminded about the nursery rhyme he used to sing to himself when he was little, when his mother was out and he was left alone in the house unfed.
Old Mother Hubbard, went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
So if supposedly, he wereto be the dog -metaphorically speaking of course, who was here to act as Mother Hubbard?
As he headed towards the living room looking for a Mother Hubbard, one cord struck.
What was he doing?
Here he was, a seventeen year-old, looking for a non-existent Mother Hubbard.
It's the maths. He blamed. Two and a half hours of mathematics straight can cause brain damage.
They were so terrorizing, they actually manage to get pass his sensibility. Deciding to forget the whole thing, and pretend that it never happened, he crushed some paper notes into his pockets, and left the house in a blink of an eye.
To find some food.
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AN: Revieeew! Please? :D