There is something wrong with this world. I have to go to the bathroom two to three times a day, my hair stays wet for 45 minutes to an hour, my skin feels itchy, there is hair on my eyelids, legs, arms, under my armpits and... Well, you get the point. The girl I was staying with took me shopping. Woot, please note the sarcasm. There's not just something wrong with this world, there is something wrong with her.
I fall on top of her, nearly rip off my shirt and she doesn't react. She says random, unrelated things "What is Pegasus full name? You're Japanese!" etc. Instead of demanding for an explanation she takes me shopping, tries to see if my credit card works here (of course it doesn't) and is very awkward in attitude. Maybe this is how all of the people act here.
It was kind of her to leave a note on how to explain the shower. Not. I could have figured it out, I'm not stupid. What she should have told me was that the shower floor is slippery and to lay a towel in front of the shower so the bathroom floor wouldn't get wet when I got out. (Falling is not fun.)
What interested me by far was my hair here. It took forever to dry, and when it was wet was two shades darker. It was as if my hair had absorbed the water. Physical properties are different here, I was worried this may mean I will not be able to construct a machine to get me home. I would need books, a computer (provided they have computers here.), and tools. Lots of tools.
A beeping noise went off about 2 in the morning. She came downstairs in a robe, her hair messy. That looked weird, there was crust around her eyes and she seemed lethargic. "Good, you're up."
"What was that noise?" I asked stupidly.
"Alarm clock, I wanted to be up when you were up so if there was anything you needed to tell me,"
I cut her off, "Books, tools and materials."
She nodded and grabbed a pen and paper from a drawer next to the table. "Write down what you need and I'll pick them up after school tomorrow."
"School?" How old was this girl?
"College. I'm a junior. I mean I'm a third year. In college, not high school..." She rambled. "Sorry, I'm rambling."
And stating the obvious. I began to write down what I need. "Just leave these outside the door of the room I'm in."
"The cave." She said absentmindedly. "It's our second living room slash guest room, it's a nick name my dad came up with." She gasped. "Oh, they, my parents I mean, they'll be gone for a while. They just left on vacation two days before you got here. They'll be gone for about two months."
"You're in college and still living with your parents?" I said rather rudely.
"Yes, well... It was their idea. They didn't want me to live on my own. It's a cruel world out there and what not."
"It's even crueler if you're sheltered."
She didn't reply. She excused herself and returned to her room. I was rude, I was cruel, and I didn't care. I'm far away from home and everything I know. I'm lost and confused and I don't like feeling like I need to be lead by the hand, especially by this little girl.
When I woke the next day everything I needed was there. There was even a laptop set up in my room. She must have done that while I was asleep. The crusty stuff I had seen around her eyes were now in mine, and my mouth tasted disgusting. I had to brush my teeth several times before I was satisfied. Cinnamon toothpaste, one of the few things she did right. I found out that was the strongest flavor, the same as in my world. All the books, materials and everything I needed was there.
I got to work.
Thanks to my only reviewer; Obsessive-Compulsive-KSARA and the person who added me to their favorites; Serenity 48.
I have 42 hits... so thanks to those who read and to those who read and about halfway through thought "this is stupid" and left- I'm sorry.
I feel that it's important to mention the physical differences of this world and Kaiba's, so I put it in. I may or may not update tomorrow, it's Super Bowl Sunday after all, and working on a such a sacred day is blasfamy