YuRi Shipper: And I'm back already. Amazing. All of you should bow before my greatness. reads over her last chapter and shudders So short… so many typos… it sucks. -.- I promise this one'll be better… really…
Mr. Disclaimer: I've been revived simply to tell you that YuRi Shipper still owns nothing.
A Letter
"Damn it!" A trash can was kicked as the violet-haired nineteen year old crossed her floor, mail in hand. "Stupid thing…" Amber eyes burned with hatred as she glared at the thing that had been an obstacle only mere moments ago. "That'll teach you to get in my way… now, let's see… bills, bills, bills, junk, crap, shit… eh? What's this?" She had stopped tossing the envelopes on the table to stare at the last, one addressed to her real name instead of the alias she went under. "Who the hell…?" Curiosity made the pale girl sit down and carefully open the fancy letter, unfolding the carefully typed message once it was out of its envelope.
Dear Ayane,
We are very pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for a special event taking place in your very own Japan. While we are not permitted to tell you why or what this occasion is, DOATEC formally invites you to come. There will be others from around the globe attending – remember, we only chose the best of the best.
Should you be interested, you may stop by our building tomorrow, Tuesday, November 16th. We pray to see you there.
Sincerely, Donovan DOATEC Supervisor
"Well that's a load of shit." The girl dressed in a black dress snorted, placing the letter on the table. 'But how did they know when it would reach my house? Or my name, for that matter?' Questions that needed answering… maybe going to check this out wouldn't be such a bad idea afterall.
A smile was now placed on her face easily, as the girl wore her pink headband, heading over to a table. This job… how she hated it! The place was basically the Japanese equivalent of 'Hooters'. Men that came in, gave your body a good look-at, sometimes touched you in places you really didn't want to be touched, ordered their food, then left. Some asked for dates, though most of the women working there would turn them down without a second thought.
Hitomi was no exception.
She was, currently, dealing with a pair of particularly rude men, their roving eyes and hands not appreciated, but tolerated. "What would you like this morning, gentlemen?" Her German lilt was not particularly strong, thank heavens.
"I don't know… you look pretty appetizing." Both sniggered as this was said, as if it were the best joke in the world. It would be a long day of work for the brunette. Very, very long…
She returned to her apartment wearily, short skirt and tight, white top making the chilly November night even colder. Thankfully, her apartment was warm, and the smell of hot cocoa hung in the air. Inhaling deeply, she noted that the empty bottles were gone, and there was something else being cooked in the kitchen that she couldn't quite place her finger on.
"Home already?" Kasumi raised an eyebrow, giving her scantily clad friend a warm look. "There's clothing laid out on your bed and a drink for you on the table. Supper still isn't ready." Hitomi gave the redhead a smile, heading for her room.
"Thank you, okaa-san."
It was just a little joke between the pair – Kasumi took care of Hitomi, and was teased by the eighteen year old for it. After all – if she didn't take care of the somewhat childish girl, who would?
Once changed into rather comfortable flannel pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, Hitomi re-joined her friend, watching the girl cook and sipping her drink. Neither talked about their day, knowing exactly how the other's had been – Kasumi's boring, and Hitomi's repulsing.
"You've got mail, you know." That caused her interest to spark, the girl lifting an eyebrow curiously. "It's on the table, 'Tomi." With a nod, the brunette turned about, finding the rather fancy-looking letter addressed to her… and another, almost identical to it, addressed to her friend. "What are they about?"
"I don't know." Kasumi shrugged, tucking her red hair behind an ear absentmindedly. "I didn't read it yet… you want to go ahead and tell me what it's about?"
With that, Hitomi began to read both letters, raising an eyebrow.
"You feel like paying DOATEC a visit?" She mumbled after showing both letters to her friend. Kasumi looked contemplative, though it was only for a moment. "Why not?"
YuRi Shipper: Mwahahaha. Short and sweet… though it's beginning to look very much like a KasumixHitomi fic. But yes, I do indeed realize how short I made this story… and I'm sorry about that. I'll make future chapters longer – this was just because I felt between this one and the first, I should have an okay-sized story. XD That is, if you count is all as one chapter. R&R, as always – reviews feed my creative fire.
