Outlaw Star: Resurrected Nightmares Chapter 2- Memories Old
Okay, I wasn't sure how everyone was going to react to my fic, but it turns out I was threatened to be bludgeoned with a mallet or something if I didn't update... Oh, but I fear the mallet! ;; I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I'm only allowed on the computer for two hours a week, plus I totally had writers' block. Then I watched "Big Daddy" with Adam Sandler, and I was a bit more inspired. So let's just see how this thing turns out, shall we?
Okay, I just wanted to personally thank my readers and those who reviewed. Kate-chan, thank you. I thought it was cute, too. Sasaki's Little Sis, you're so enthusiastic. Thank you for... Enjoying. MalletWielderofDoom, I really do fear the mallet. Please don't hit me. And I'm glad someone liked the spunky Jim! Thank you all!
Now it's time for chap two. Enjoy!
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Gene signed the paper in his barely legible handwriting and passed the paper to the blond, who graced it with his own signature. He slung a ratty old brown bag over his shoulder and adorned himself with his brown jacket.
"Congratulations, Mr. Starwind! And as for you, James, good luck," the nun cheerfully said before sending the two out.
"Don't you want to say goodbye? To your friends?" Gene asked, not seeming to really care, as he slid into his car.
"...No. The sooner I forget about this whole place, the better."
"Jim, wait!" a child's voice called from a small crowd emerging from the orphanage doors. "We... Wanted to say bye."
Jim's cerulean eyes scanned the small crowd. He looked... Surprised.
"Even me," a boy with short red hair piped. "Sure, I can't stand you, and I know I seriously get on your nerves, but it'll definitely be more quiet around here without your daily pathetic escape attempts."
"Jim," a tall, lanky boy with bleach colored hair stepped forward. "We got you something." He handed him a messily wrapped rectangular present. Jim modestly accepted and unwrapped an obviously cheap and used laptop.
"How did you-" he began.
"Turned out I had some inheritance money from when my mama and sis got capped. Don't ask why I decided to spend it on you," a slightly older girl with dark brown skin said, winking.
"You didn't have to-"
A girl stepped up from the crowd and hugged Jim awkwardly around the electronic device. "I'll miss you the most." Her short and curly hair swayed lightly with the breeze as she wiped a crystal tear from her gray eye.
"Do you mind cutting this short? I've got places to go, people to see," Gene interrupted. Jim looked about to bust an ulcer. He got in the dented car without protest. Jim hadn't even gotten his door shut when Gene sped off. Jim sat up in his seat and turned his body around to see the crowd, which now had moved to the street.
"You didn't seem too excited," Gene's low voice sounded, awakening Jim from his train of thought.
"They caught me off guard," he admitted. "I didn't expect for them to..."
"Don't get choked up on me, kid," Gene pleaded sarcastically.
"It's Jim."
"Seat belt."
"Didn't think you'd care," Jim said as he snapped it around his waist.
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"Nice, uh, place..." muttered the blond as he and Gene entered the tiny apartment. "Kind of... Small..."
"I prefer cozy," corrected Gene.
"Whatever. Ja ne," said Jim as he reached for the door again.
"Nani?" Gene asked, glancing over. "Wait, woah, woah! Where do you think you're going kid?"
"Listen, I appreciate you busting me out of that place, but I'd rather be out there than here with you. I'll do fine on my own. And it's JIM," he reminded as he once again attempted to leave the apartment. Gene grabbed Jim's shirt collar, causing his small body to retract and flop over on the ground. Jim crossed his arms from his position on the ground and gave Gene the I'm-not-sure-what-you're-pulling-but-knock-it-off look. "Explain."
"You can't leave yet. If you leave, I won't get my money."
"Explain in depth."
"The government gives adoptive parents one hundred big ones in cash every week," Gene said in a proud sense.
"Wait, so I'm... I'm just a MONEY OUTLET FOR YOU?!" Jim screamed in Gene's face.
"How old are you?" Gene bluntly asked. Jim seemed a bit taken aback by the random question.
"I... Uh... Well, I'm not really sure..." Jim responded. Gene gave him a quizzical look. "Well, I was found when I was... Why am I telling you this? I'm... Eleven. That sounds about right..."
"Whatever. Are you hungry?" Gene asked as he poured two bowls of stale cereal.
"Do I have a choice?" Jim muttered exasperatedly as he plopped down in a chair, defeated. He took off his coat and slung it on the back of his chair and sat his clearly heavy bag beside it.
"What's in that bag?" Gene asked, sliding a bowl in front of Jim.
"Just my stuff. My toolbox, some clothes, my new laptop," he said, smiling at the fact that he now had something he never dreamed he could attain.
"Tools?" Gene spat through a mouthful of cereal.
"Yeah. I'm pretty handy with a wrench," he breezed coolly, crossing his arms behind his head.
"Well, I may have some use for you after all. I've got a pretty banged up ship out back."
"A ship?" Jim asked, a twinkle in his eye, an idea in his head.
"Yeah. It's not too big and I wouldn't ever use it, but if it were fixed up, I could sell it for a nice amount."
"Is money all you ever think about?"
"Besides food? Pretty much."
"Well, I've never fixed any ships at the orphanage... Just the toaster, the radio, and a few toys now and then, but I could take a look at it."
"So, Jim, was it? Tell me about yourself," said Gene as he pushed his empty bowl aside.
"Geez, you just adopted me and you can't even remember my name? You are pathetic."
"Just talk. I don't want any smart mouthing."
"Well, I never knew my parents... I'm pretty smart- obviously smart enough to outwit you... I'm handy with the computer at the orphanage..." Jim rambled, counting off on his fingers.
"See? You guys have a computer! You made it seem all horrible."
"We're usually not allowed to even look at it. They tell us we're "below to fascinating high-tech data base" or something... It doesn't do anything but store all our records and stuff anyway. I think it can illegally download music, too. The only reason I'm allowed to mess with it is because I check it every now and then for bugs and tune it up when it's broken..."
".............Are you going to fix that ship outside or not?" Gene bluntly asked. Jim sighed, grabbed his toolbox from his bag, and headed outside. Gene followed and observed from the doorway. Many times Jim's sight veered to the older man, but he subtly continued working. Finally, covered in oil, he threw down his wrench in exasperation.
"Why are you staring at me? You're making me nervous," Jim said through clenched teeth.
"I'm making sure you don't make a stupid mistake."
-- "Why do you always watch me when I try to fix things, daddy?"
"I'm making sure you don't make a stupid mistake."
"A mistake? Oh, you're joking!"
"Of course! You're the greatest four-year-old computer whiz there ever was! That naturally makes you perfect for handling tools. I trust you, kid."
"Dad! It's Jim! Not kid!"
"Oh, why of course it is! What was I thinking?" --
"Yo... Kid. You okay?" Gene asked, nudging Jim with his foot. He had frozen in place, staring out into space. Jim leaned back and fell into the grass with a curious smile spread across his dirt-stained face, the gentle summer winds whipping his golden brown hair.
"I'm done. And it's Jim."
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Well, that's it. It took me so long, and I'm really sorry for the delay. It's mainly because I didn't plan ahead and start thinking about the next chapter because I wasn't sure if anyone would like it. This time, however, I've nearly got it all planned out.
So, in the next chapter, Jim takes a little trip of his own and gets introduced to Gene's everyday reckless lifestyle when the redhead gets them into some trouble.
Oh, wait! I said I'd talk about Edward! ...
Goodbye now! Chocolate Usagi is signing out!
Okay, I wasn't sure how everyone was going to react to my fic, but it turns out I was threatened to be bludgeoned with a mallet or something if I didn't update... Oh, but I fear the mallet! ;; I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I'm only allowed on the computer for two hours a week, plus I totally had writers' block. Then I watched "Big Daddy" with Adam Sandler, and I was a bit more inspired. So let's just see how this thing turns out, shall we?
Okay, I just wanted to personally thank my readers and those who reviewed. Kate-chan, thank you. I thought it was cute, too. Sasaki's Little Sis, you're so enthusiastic. Thank you for... Enjoying. MalletWielderofDoom, I really do fear the mallet. Please don't hit me. And I'm glad someone liked the spunky Jim! Thank you all!
Now it's time for chap two. Enjoy!
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Gene signed the paper in his barely legible handwriting and passed the paper to the blond, who graced it with his own signature. He slung a ratty old brown bag over his shoulder and adorned himself with his brown jacket.
"Congratulations, Mr. Starwind! And as for you, James, good luck," the nun cheerfully said before sending the two out.
"Don't you want to say goodbye? To your friends?" Gene asked, not seeming to really care, as he slid into his car.
"...No. The sooner I forget about this whole place, the better."
"Jim, wait!" a child's voice called from a small crowd emerging from the orphanage doors. "We... Wanted to say bye."
Jim's cerulean eyes scanned the small crowd. He looked... Surprised.
"Even me," a boy with short red hair piped. "Sure, I can't stand you, and I know I seriously get on your nerves, but it'll definitely be more quiet around here without your daily pathetic escape attempts."
"Jim," a tall, lanky boy with bleach colored hair stepped forward. "We got you something." He handed him a messily wrapped rectangular present. Jim modestly accepted and unwrapped an obviously cheap and used laptop.
"How did you-" he began.
"Turned out I had some inheritance money from when my mama and sis got capped. Don't ask why I decided to spend it on you," a slightly older girl with dark brown skin said, winking.
"You didn't have to-"
A girl stepped up from the crowd and hugged Jim awkwardly around the electronic device. "I'll miss you the most." Her short and curly hair swayed lightly with the breeze as she wiped a crystal tear from her gray eye.
"Do you mind cutting this short? I've got places to go, people to see," Gene interrupted. Jim looked about to bust an ulcer. He got in the dented car without protest. Jim hadn't even gotten his door shut when Gene sped off. Jim sat up in his seat and turned his body around to see the crowd, which now had moved to the street.
"You didn't seem too excited," Gene's low voice sounded, awakening Jim from his train of thought.
"They caught me off guard," he admitted. "I didn't expect for them to..."
"Don't get choked up on me, kid," Gene pleaded sarcastically.
"It's Jim."
"Seat belt."
"Didn't think you'd care," Jim said as he snapped it around his waist.
--
"Nice, uh, place..." muttered the blond as he and Gene entered the tiny apartment. "Kind of... Small..."
"I prefer cozy," corrected Gene.
"Whatever. Ja ne," said Jim as he reached for the door again.
"Nani?" Gene asked, glancing over. "Wait, woah, woah! Where do you think you're going kid?"
"Listen, I appreciate you busting me out of that place, but I'd rather be out there than here with you. I'll do fine on my own. And it's JIM," he reminded as he once again attempted to leave the apartment. Gene grabbed Jim's shirt collar, causing his small body to retract and flop over on the ground. Jim crossed his arms from his position on the ground and gave Gene the I'm-not-sure-what-you're-pulling-but-knock-it-off look. "Explain."
"You can't leave yet. If you leave, I won't get my money."
"Explain in depth."
"The government gives adoptive parents one hundred big ones in cash every week," Gene said in a proud sense.
"Wait, so I'm... I'm just a MONEY OUTLET FOR YOU?!" Jim screamed in Gene's face.
"How old are you?" Gene bluntly asked. Jim seemed a bit taken aback by the random question.
"I... Uh... Well, I'm not really sure..." Jim responded. Gene gave him a quizzical look. "Well, I was found when I was... Why am I telling you this? I'm... Eleven. That sounds about right..."
"Whatever. Are you hungry?" Gene asked as he poured two bowls of stale cereal.
"Do I have a choice?" Jim muttered exasperatedly as he plopped down in a chair, defeated. He took off his coat and slung it on the back of his chair and sat his clearly heavy bag beside it.
"What's in that bag?" Gene asked, sliding a bowl in front of Jim.
"Just my stuff. My toolbox, some clothes, my new laptop," he said, smiling at the fact that he now had something he never dreamed he could attain.
"Tools?" Gene spat through a mouthful of cereal.
"Yeah. I'm pretty handy with a wrench," he breezed coolly, crossing his arms behind his head.
"Well, I may have some use for you after all. I've got a pretty banged up ship out back."
"A ship?" Jim asked, a twinkle in his eye, an idea in his head.
"Yeah. It's not too big and I wouldn't ever use it, but if it were fixed up, I could sell it for a nice amount."
"Is money all you ever think about?"
"Besides food? Pretty much."
"Well, I've never fixed any ships at the orphanage... Just the toaster, the radio, and a few toys now and then, but I could take a look at it."
"So, Jim, was it? Tell me about yourself," said Gene as he pushed his empty bowl aside.
"Geez, you just adopted me and you can't even remember my name? You are pathetic."
"Just talk. I don't want any smart mouthing."
"Well, I never knew my parents... I'm pretty smart- obviously smart enough to outwit you... I'm handy with the computer at the orphanage..." Jim rambled, counting off on his fingers.
"See? You guys have a computer! You made it seem all horrible."
"We're usually not allowed to even look at it. They tell us we're "below to fascinating high-tech data base" or something... It doesn't do anything but store all our records and stuff anyway. I think it can illegally download music, too. The only reason I'm allowed to mess with it is because I check it every now and then for bugs and tune it up when it's broken..."
".............Are you going to fix that ship outside or not?" Gene bluntly asked. Jim sighed, grabbed his toolbox from his bag, and headed outside. Gene followed and observed from the doorway. Many times Jim's sight veered to the older man, but he subtly continued working. Finally, covered in oil, he threw down his wrench in exasperation.
"Why are you staring at me? You're making me nervous," Jim said through clenched teeth.
"I'm making sure you don't make a stupid mistake."
-- "Why do you always watch me when I try to fix things, daddy?"
"I'm making sure you don't make a stupid mistake."
"A mistake? Oh, you're joking!"
"Of course! You're the greatest four-year-old computer whiz there ever was! That naturally makes you perfect for handling tools. I trust you, kid."
"Dad! It's Jim! Not kid!"
"Oh, why of course it is! What was I thinking?" --
"Yo... Kid. You okay?" Gene asked, nudging Jim with his foot. He had frozen in place, staring out into space. Jim leaned back and fell into the grass with a curious smile spread across his dirt-stained face, the gentle summer winds whipping his golden brown hair.
"I'm done. And it's Jim."
--
Well, that's it. It took me so long, and I'm really sorry for the delay. It's mainly because I didn't plan ahead and start thinking about the next chapter because I wasn't sure if anyone would like it. This time, however, I've nearly got it all planned out.
So, in the next chapter, Jim takes a little trip of his own and gets introduced to Gene's everyday reckless lifestyle when the redhead gets them into some trouble.
Oh, wait! I said I'd talk about Edward! ...
Goodbye now! Chocolate Usagi is signing out!