Disclaimer: *points to chapter one*
Chi-Chi doesn't allow anyone to keep their privacy, does she? lol!
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"OK," I said. I had been talking for about half an hour, trying to get back up to the point she interrupted me.
"Wait a minute, before you continue..." she looked at me with these unusual eyes, like the kind some women have when watching a soap opera or some sort of Romance, "You didn't really describe her."
"Wh-what?"
"You didn't describe how she really looked or acted. At least not in detail."
I purposely skipped that for a reason, but I knew she'd just bother me about it, so I complied. "She was somewhat muscular, buxom with an hourglass figure..." My face was growing hotter by the second. "...envy haired, hazel eyed... with pale, soft skin... her countenance was strong and rather..."
"Beautiful?" she finished for me.
I nodded. "I liked her voice. She had such confidence behind it..." I tried to turn my head from her. "She smiled and laughed... cruelly. Very stark."
"You're head looks like a grape," Chi-Chi remarked with a smart-ass grin.
"C-can I continue?! I finally got to the place where you decided to disturb me!"
"Oh! So you'll be putting more detail in it then?"
I growled. "Yes! Yes I will! Just let me continue..."
"Just one more question."
"WHAT!?"
"What did you look like with the ring on?"
I pondered this question for a moment, trying to find the quickest answer. "Did you ever see 'Pirates of the Carribean'?"
"Yeah..."
"Sort of like that guy... Jack Sparrow ... just more beard and... less looking like Depp."
"You're kidding! I imagined that you'd be a black man as a human!"
"Yeah. I know."
She blushed. "Wow...what color was your hair?"
I tried to scoot away from her. "Black! Now enough of those stupid questions! I'm continuing."
"It was near the end of summer, and my phone was ringing. It reverberated several times in my head; it didn't help my hangover at all. The night before, when Jin refused to come with me for drinking and smoking at a local underground club, I went by myself and over did it. With each bell, my head throbbed violently, and the sunlight from the window stabbed my eyes. I grabbed the receiver and screamed into the mouthpiece, 'What is it!?'
"'Piccolo-sama!' A familiar old voice came from the other end.
"'It's you, that stupid Youba...' I grumbled. 'What do you want, hag!? I already payed your money!'
"'I noticed that nice little envelope of money with the message "For the creepy, ancient bag" on it. But really, I'm calling you for... sort of a complementary fortune-telling.'
"'Spout it out so that I can go back to bed.'
"She chuckled. 'How many female co-workers do you have?'
"'Several. Most of them are waitresses.'
"'This is about a girl bartender with a very evil persona.'
"I swallowed. 'J-Jin? What about her?'
"'Today may be the last day that you'll ever see her again.'
"'W-what do you mean? What's going to happen to her?'
"The crone was laughing again. 'You sound worried, my dear Daimaou. Is she close to you?'
"'Nothing of the sort! It's just--'
"'You two have a lot in common, correct?'
"I had entirely forgotten about the pain of my hangover by now. 'Just tell me what's happening.'
"She hummed in thought for a moment. 'No. That's too much information to pass out.'
"'Damn you, you fossilized piece of fodder! I'll kill you if you don't tell me this moment!'
"'You're really like your father,' she crooned in her amusement, 'That's the end of my prophecy. But destinies can change; remember that.'
"Before I can scream at her anymore, there was a click and her voice was gone. At least Youba didn't hit on me again, I thought. I tried to go back to sleep, but the prediction of Jin's soon permanent absence kept tugging me from it. It was too hot and bright to go back to sleep anyway, so I took a shower, got dressed, and decided to meditate a while until it was time for work. My shift would start an hour before Jin's tonight, so I would have time to sort out anything before I saw her at work.
"I overestimated myself on that idea. I thought that I had convinced myself entirely that I had no 'love' for Jin. I kept telling myself that 'I do not love Jin. I cannot love Jin. I cannot love a human. I cannot even love!' But I was not as prepared to see her come in as I had thought.
"Although the falling day outside was warm and dry, she came in soaked. She was in a bathing suit, apparently just back from the large water park just outside of town. It was only a black one-piece, but..."
"It was really revealing?" Chi-Chi interrupted with a giggle.
"--Anyway, after smacking Shuran in the face with a suitcase she was carrying, she went to go change. When she came back out, with the suitcase still in her hand, I was struggling to not stare at her. I was certain that the leather carton had something to do with what Youba was telling me earlier, but to be honest, I was afraid to ask about it. Soon, though, attitudes reverted to our daily qualities and I had forgotten all about it.
"But Uwaki would not be undone in gaining men's eyes. She tried her best to get as many stares from the male customers as possible, which if this had been a few months before, before there was a rival in being attractive, would have succeeded without much flaw. Instead, she put herself up to the cutting block of Jin's wit.
"'You're really too much of a stale, Uwaki!' Jin said with her usual wicked smirk.
"'And what would you know about it?!' was the shrieking reply.
"'Just this: Clap on!' She clapped twice. 'Clap off!'
"I nearly collapsed over the bar with guffaw. I could hear Uwaki's frantic attempts to get the taunting off of her. But, suddenly, I heard her scream something of repose, 'What about this?!' and the laugher died. I looked up from the counter and saw that she had grabbed Jin's left hand and was holding it out for everyone to see. 'How long have you been married, Mrs. Uotsuka?!' She was referring to a diamond ring that Jin wore on that hand.
"Jin pulled herself away, glaring at Uwaki with a great rage that I have never seen in her before.
"Uwaki continued when she found something that finally aggravated Jin, 'Well!? Who's your husband? Does he live in North Capital, or are you living some sort of double life?!'
"'Just because you would do something like that--' Jin hissed, '- doesn't mean that its something I indulge in. I'm not some desperate slut with a hormonal disfunction like you!'
"'What's your real name, then?!' Uwaki screamed.
"Jin stood in silence, anger seething through her stare. 'Jin Uotsuka.'
"'And who's your husband?!'
"'I have none.'
"'Bullshit!'
"Jin slammed a glass that she was mixing a drink in upon the counter. It shattered in a million pieces, the liquor within spraying all over the place. Her true ki was leaking out of her like steam through cracks. When Uwaki was about to continue spurring her on, she grabbed her throat with her ringed hand and had the other in position to rip out her throat.
"'Jin!' Nama called out, 'Calm down, please! You don't have to tell anything about your personal life! Just put her down and stay still for a moment...'
"She did as she was requested of her. Nama promptly dismissed his niece and tried to comfort Jin, but she pushed him away. Her head was bowed, her whole body still shaking with a violent animosity. Her breath was seaping through her clenched teeth as raspy air. From what I could see of her eyes past her long hair was flashing and almost glowing red, like a dagger that was thrust into an intense pyre.
"'Jin,' Nama tried to speak in a soothing tone, 'You may go home now, if you want.'
"'NO! I CAN'T GO HOME!' she screamed, but even with this, she grabbed her single piece of brown luggage and ran out. It took much of my willpower to not run after her, but I managed to quelch the thought and began to clean up the broken glass and spilt liquor. My boss noticed that I couldn't hold off my personal wave of emotion, which I suppose would be closest to fear in description, and dismissed me as well, saying that he and Mari could hold up the bar.
"I left to my apartment, suddenly feeling exhausted. I fell to my bed and dosed off immediately."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't own the movie that I mentioned; really, I never even saw it. But I want to. And as for Youba, it translates along the lines of "old hag" or "witch". I didn't give her a name before, mostly out of laziness. But it gets monotonous saying "crone" and such over and over.
Chi-Chi doesn't allow anyone to keep their privacy, does she? lol!
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"OK," I said. I had been talking for about half an hour, trying to get back up to the point she interrupted me.
"Wait a minute, before you continue..." she looked at me with these unusual eyes, like the kind some women have when watching a soap opera or some sort of Romance, "You didn't really describe her."
"Wh-what?"
"You didn't describe how she really looked or acted. At least not in detail."
I purposely skipped that for a reason, but I knew she'd just bother me about it, so I complied. "She was somewhat muscular, buxom with an hourglass figure..." My face was growing hotter by the second. "...envy haired, hazel eyed... with pale, soft skin... her countenance was strong and rather..."
"Beautiful?" she finished for me.
I nodded. "I liked her voice. She had such confidence behind it..." I tried to turn my head from her. "She smiled and laughed... cruelly. Very stark."
"You're head looks like a grape," Chi-Chi remarked with a smart-ass grin.
"C-can I continue?! I finally got to the place where you decided to disturb me!"
"Oh! So you'll be putting more detail in it then?"
I growled. "Yes! Yes I will! Just let me continue..."
"Just one more question."
"WHAT!?"
"What did you look like with the ring on?"
I pondered this question for a moment, trying to find the quickest answer. "Did you ever see 'Pirates of the Carribean'?"
"Yeah..."
"Sort of like that guy... Jack Sparrow ... just more beard and... less looking like Depp."
"You're kidding! I imagined that you'd be a black man as a human!"
"Yeah. I know."
She blushed. "Wow...what color was your hair?"
I tried to scoot away from her. "Black! Now enough of those stupid questions! I'm continuing."
"It was near the end of summer, and my phone was ringing. It reverberated several times in my head; it didn't help my hangover at all. The night before, when Jin refused to come with me for drinking and smoking at a local underground club, I went by myself and over did it. With each bell, my head throbbed violently, and the sunlight from the window stabbed my eyes. I grabbed the receiver and screamed into the mouthpiece, 'What is it!?'
"'Piccolo-sama!' A familiar old voice came from the other end.
"'It's you, that stupid Youba...' I grumbled. 'What do you want, hag!? I already payed your money!'
"'I noticed that nice little envelope of money with the message "For the creepy, ancient bag" on it. But really, I'm calling you for... sort of a complementary fortune-telling.'
"'Spout it out so that I can go back to bed.'
"She chuckled. 'How many female co-workers do you have?'
"'Several. Most of them are waitresses.'
"'This is about a girl bartender with a very evil persona.'
"I swallowed. 'J-Jin? What about her?'
"'Today may be the last day that you'll ever see her again.'
"'W-what do you mean? What's going to happen to her?'
"The crone was laughing again. 'You sound worried, my dear Daimaou. Is she close to you?'
"'Nothing of the sort! It's just--'
"'You two have a lot in common, correct?'
"I had entirely forgotten about the pain of my hangover by now. 'Just tell me what's happening.'
"She hummed in thought for a moment. 'No. That's too much information to pass out.'
"'Damn you, you fossilized piece of fodder! I'll kill you if you don't tell me this moment!'
"'You're really like your father,' she crooned in her amusement, 'That's the end of my prophecy. But destinies can change; remember that.'
"Before I can scream at her anymore, there was a click and her voice was gone. At least Youba didn't hit on me again, I thought. I tried to go back to sleep, but the prediction of Jin's soon permanent absence kept tugging me from it. It was too hot and bright to go back to sleep anyway, so I took a shower, got dressed, and decided to meditate a while until it was time for work. My shift would start an hour before Jin's tonight, so I would have time to sort out anything before I saw her at work.
"I overestimated myself on that idea. I thought that I had convinced myself entirely that I had no 'love' for Jin. I kept telling myself that 'I do not love Jin. I cannot love Jin. I cannot love a human. I cannot even love!' But I was not as prepared to see her come in as I had thought.
"Although the falling day outside was warm and dry, she came in soaked. She was in a bathing suit, apparently just back from the large water park just outside of town. It was only a black one-piece, but..."
"It was really revealing?" Chi-Chi interrupted with a giggle.
"--Anyway, after smacking Shuran in the face with a suitcase she was carrying, she went to go change. When she came back out, with the suitcase still in her hand, I was struggling to not stare at her. I was certain that the leather carton had something to do with what Youba was telling me earlier, but to be honest, I was afraid to ask about it. Soon, though, attitudes reverted to our daily qualities and I had forgotten all about it.
"But Uwaki would not be undone in gaining men's eyes. She tried her best to get as many stares from the male customers as possible, which if this had been a few months before, before there was a rival in being attractive, would have succeeded without much flaw. Instead, she put herself up to the cutting block of Jin's wit.
"'You're really too much of a stale, Uwaki!' Jin said with her usual wicked smirk.
"'And what would you know about it?!' was the shrieking reply.
"'Just this: Clap on!' She clapped twice. 'Clap off!'
"I nearly collapsed over the bar with guffaw. I could hear Uwaki's frantic attempts to get the taunting off of her. But, suddenly, I heard her scream something of repose, 'What about this?!' and the laugher died. I looked up from the counter and saw that she had grabbed Jin's left hand and was holding it out for everyone to see. 'How long have you been married, Mrs. Uotsuka?!' She was referring to a diamond ring that Jin wore on that hand.
"Jin pulled herself away, glaring at Uwaki with a great rage that I have never seen in her before.
"Uwaki continued when she found something that finally aggravated Jin, 'Well!? Who's your husband? Does he live in North Capital, or are you living some sort of double life?!'
"'Just because you would do something like that--' Jin hissed, '- doesn't mean that its something I indulge in. I'm not some desperate slut with a hormonal disfunction like you!'
"'What's your real name, then?!' Uwaki screamed.
"Jin stood in silence, anger seething through her stare. 'Jin Uotsuka.'
"'And who's your husband?!'
"'I have none.'
"'Bullshit!'
"Jin slammed a glass that she was mixing a drink in upon the counter. It shattered in a million pieces, the liquor within spraying all over the place. Her true ki was leaking out of her like steam through cracks. When Uwaki was about to continue spurring her on, she grabbed her throat with her ringed hand and had the other in position to rip out her throat.
"'Jin!' Nama called out, 'Calm down, please! You don't have to tell anything about your personal life! Just put her down and stay still for a moment...'
"She did as she was requested of her. Nama promptly dismissed his niece and tried to comfort Jin, but she pushed him away. Her head was bowed, her whole body still shaking with a violent animosity. Her breath was seaping through her clenched teeth as raspy air. From what I could see of her eyes past her long hair was flashing and almost glowing red, like a dagger that was thrust into an intense pyre.
"'Jin,' Nama tried to speak in a soothing tone, 'You may go home now, if you want.'
"'NO! I CAN'T GO HOME!' she screamed, but even with this, she grabbed her single piece of brown luggage and ran out. It took much of my willpower to not run after her, but I managed to quelch the thought and began to clean up the broken glass and spilt liquor. My boss noticed that I couldn't hold off my personal wave of emotion, which I suppose would be closest to fear in description, and dismissed me as well, saying that he and Mari could hold up the bar.
"I left to my apartment, suddenly feeling exhausted. I fell to my bed and dosed off immediately."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't own the movie that I mentioned; really, I never even saw it. But I want to. And as for Youba, it translates along the lines of "old hag" or "witch". I didn't give her a name before, mostly out of laziness. But it gets monotonous saying "crone" and such over and over.
