Free Willy Taito Style
Chapter 2-Day OneNext mourning, a pillow awaked me. "Niichan! Breakfast!" At first I thought the pillow had talked. Open your eyes, genius. I told my self. Turned out to be Takeru. "Uggh. Whatever."
I sat up from my bed and could feel my hair, ruined by sleeping. Takeru muffled a laugh.. "Shut it squirt. You're hair is like a straw from that fisherman's hat." I snapped.
That was how my mourning started.
Turned out that Nancy cooked pancakes. 4 stacks of pancakes for me. 4!!! "Yoshiki called and told me that you have been assigned to help out an amusement park." She said. "Help… Out?" I heard myself squeak. "Yes, you start at 9:00."
Great… A job. Just what I need.
"It'll keep you busy these days." Takeru chomped down the pancakes. I finished 2/5 of the stack of pancakes.
"Remember to be inside this house before it gets dark." Nancy said, looking at my plate of unfinished pancakes.
8:55-
I sat in he passenger seat of Nancy's car as we pulled up to the Odaiba Adventure Park. In the daylight, I saw fences that were brown with rust, the signs were faded and peeling. Looses paper and candy wrappers littered the ground. We got out of the car and Nancy took out my bicycle out of the trunk and sat it on the ground. A white plastic basket hung from the handles.
"Ask for a person named Taichi." She said. "You know way around the town, don't you?" I nodded. Sure. Of course I knew. I lived here since… Uh… No idea.
I grabbed the bike's handle and pushed the bike towards the park's entrance.
Inside the park, I rode past the Ferris wheel and carousel. Ahead was the amphitheater, the round building with the big water tank. I wonder if they have any sharks. I can feed my self to them and get me out of this mess.
When I asked for the guy named Taichi, a worker stared at me like was from outer space. Maybe he never saw a natural blonde before. But he pointed toward a small, white cottage on slits near the harbor side of the park. I climbed the stasis and tried peeked inside.
The keyword "tried"
Wham! A hand slammed down on my shoulder. I spun around and saw a bush of brown stuff.
"You're the kid who's going to work here, right?" the thing asked. I looked around and saw a face. Chocolate eyes.
"I guess." I said studying the person. Mob of hair, warm brown eyes… what more can I say?
"Are you Taichi?" I asked. He stared at me for a while. Then nodded. "Taichi Yagami." He let go of my shoulder and took out a hand.
"Yamato Ishida." I shook the hand. "Neat name." He said. I opened my mouth for a response but he cut me off. "Time to work."
He led me down the stairs and around the back of the amphitheater. I realized we were headed toward a small wooden shack. As we came close to it, I could smell something fishy. A foul smell of rotten fishes.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Fish." Taichi said, pushing open the door. "Welcome to the shack of rotten-fish-that-I'm-supposed-to-feed-Willy."
"That's an awful long name for a shack. And-"
Inside, the smell was worse. There was a long table and a sink along the wall. On the table was a big silver can of dead fish. Flies were buzzing all over the place.
The stench was so bad it made my eyes water. "So, what are we supposed to do?"
"We? You mean I." Taichi said, giving me an apron and a pair of gloves. "What?!"
"Every day we have to sort out what Willy can eat from the cheap junk the manger's buying for him." He ignored me. Typical. Everybody does. He held up a whole fish. "See? This is good."
Not really.
It still stinks.
No one could eat that.
I put on the apron and the gloves and reached into the dreadful can and took out a nearly whole fish with a gash in its stomach. "What about this?"
The bush shook his head. "Broken belly. It's called belongs with the trash." I tossed it to a trashcan near me. "Now, while I'm go, I expect you to work hard." Taichi said, leaving.
"Stupid bastard." I muttered.
Soon my apron was coved with blood, scales, and fish guts as I searched for the few goods in the mess of bads.
"I need to getta of here." I groaned. Taking off the apron and gloves, I came back from where I started.
A big tank full of blue water was in front of me. I peered over the edge to see what was in there. "Anybody home?" I asked to the water. Silence.
"Hmm." I sighed as I sat kneeled. I don't want to seat in the cold and wet ground. I took out my beloved harmonica from my now stinking packet. I softly blew notes.
I peered into the water again, and
There was a huge explosion in the middle of the tank as a huge black and white flying fish shot up. It then crashed back down on its sides causing a huge splash that sent a shower of spray in every direction.
I stood there like an idiot. I never saw anything like that.
"What are you doing here?" a familiar voice called from behind me. I jumped about two feet and looked back.
Taichi.
"Watching and taking a break." I replied dully.
Across the choppy water of the tank, the flying fish surfaced, blowing a great gasp of spray and mist from its blowhole.
I stared like a moron.
"Killer whale. He's Willy." Taichi said. "Over seven thousand pounds. Enough power in those jaws to crush bones in to lump oatmeal. You always have to give him his space, you know?"
"Just like me." Then I glared at him.
Willy gave a pitched whistling squeal.
"Don't bother him, and he won't bother you, understand?" Taichi said looking into my eyes.
"Just like me." I said again.