A/N: This chapter is shorter than the last I think. Awww well. Read, Review, and all that good stuff!
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I DON'T OWN AZUMANGA! (Obviously I wouldn't be writing a fan-fiction if I did...)
Trivia - Chapter 3
Good Nyamo thought. Yukari wasn't driving, and that was a relief for her. Little did she know that Kazuya was a worse driver than Yukari. She didn't have a clue what she was in for.
"We all strapped in?" Kazuya asked, buckling his own seatbelt.
Yukari pushed her seatbelt aside. "You must be talking to Nyamo"
"Well, I am" Nyamo confirmed.
Kazuya started the engine. "So where are we headed?"
"Yotchan" Yukari replied.
"Gotcha"
As soon as they pulled out of the parking space, Kazuya took off like bat out of hell. Nyamo held onto her seatbelt; it felt like her heart skipped three beats.
They sped through the neighborhood, almost running over a grey cat, who flashed his blazing white fangs in anger as they sped past him. On the main street Kazuya weaved through the cars, broke three red lights, and nearly mowed down a few kids on the crosswalk.
"Bastard!" Yomi grunted at speeding the black car.
Tomo scratched her head. "I could have sworn I just saw Yukari"
"I wouldn't be surprised" Kagura commented.
The car came to sudden halt, just about throwing Nyamo into the back of Kazuya's seat. They had arrived at the bar in less than five minutes, a trip that would have taken at least ten if Nyamo were driving.
"That-was-AWESOME!" Yukari jumped out of the car excitedly.
Nyamo came out of the car slowly, holding her stomach. Why did I say yes? The amount of back flips her stomach did would have qualified it for the Olympics.
"Look alive Nyamo!" Yukari slapped her on the back
Nyamo still gripped her abdomen. "It's a good thing I'm not dead"
The atmosphere of the bar was laid back, despite the fact that there were many people present. Majority of them being businessmen and women who came to drink away a long, tiresome week.
"This place is dead" Yukari declared upon entering the bar. "It's a Friday night, and just look at these lifeless bastards!" she gestured to a few businessmen, some turning around to shoot back dirty looks.
Nyamo yanked her friend's arm "Yukari!"
"What!"
"That's not polite!"
"Please" Yukari rolled her eyes "Friggin 'goody-two-shoes'"
"Who are you calling 'goody-two-shoes'?"
"The bimbo gym teacher that's standing in front of me!"
"That's it!" Nyamo lunged at Yukari.
Kazuya looked on as the two got into another one of their cheek pulling fights; He found the display to be quite amusing. Yukari criticized Nyamo's past failures, and Nyamo countered with back with some dirt of her own. Through all this Kazuya (and everyone else within an earshot) heard some interesting anecdotes: Nyamo got kicked off the basketball team because she allegedly copped a feel on one of the players, Yukari lost one of her front teeth falling down a flight of stairs and refused to come back to school for days, Mrs. Kurosawa grounded Nyamo after finding a secret stash of "commemorative" photos under her daughter's bed, Yukari came into school drunk one morning and rose hell on everyone. The list went on; but things turned sour at the slight mention of a love letter. That's when the feuding women began throwing whatever was in their reach; Kazuya and a few other people ran for cover behind the bar counter.
The fight ended with neither of them being declared the winner. They were kicked out of the bar after Yukari threw a chair at Nyamo and missed. The wayward chair ended up hitting the restaurant owner who didn't even think twice before banishing them from the premises. So they again found themselves on the road. Nyamo and Yukari both looking out the window, and Kazuya suffering the deafening silence.
"So" Kazuya started, trying to break the ice, "what's the plan?"
"..."
"..."
"Right" he sighed, unsuccessful.
Kazuya continued to drive aimlessly around Tokyo, the car fell into a deadpan silence once again. He thought for a moment, and was going to say something until...
"Take me home" Yukari said plainly
Both Nyamo and Kazuya looked up.
"W-what?"
"Did I stutter? I said take me home"
"Yuka-"
"Take-Me-Home"
Nyamo looked at Kazuya who, judging by facial expression, was blindsided by Yukari's demand. Nyamo didn't fully understand what triggered Yukari's sudden mood change either, to a strange one at that. Yukari wasn't the type to stay upset for long time.
Kazuya flipped the indicator on, and headed back to Yukari's neighborhood. "Fine"
They pulled up to the Tanizaki residence. Kazuya put the parking brake on, before getting out and walking Yukari up to her door.
"Did I ask for a chaperone? I'm a grown-ass woman, I think I can make it to my own door without hurting myself!" Yukari barked.
Kazuya stopped "W-wait, What's going on?"
"Look--" She relaxed her once furrowed eyebrows "I have a lot on my mind, okay?"
Kazuya nodded his head. It would be better to take that than to press Yukari further, and suffer both the verbal and physical abuse she was capable of inflicting on him. "Later then..." he said, slipping his hands into his pocket.
Yukari gave Kazuya a confirming look, before glancing at Nyamo. She didn't really have a lot on her mind, rather she felt bad for some of the things she said. The fight they had reminded her of a call she received earlier in the day, but Yukari wouldn't bother explaining anything. She figured that Nyamo would be enlightened when she got home. How right she was...
Entering her apartment, Nyamo flicked the light on. She carried out her usual procedure of hanging up her jacket before checking the answering machine. She pressed play, and walked off into the kitchen.
"Hi, you've reached Minamo Kurosawa. Sorry, but I'm not home to take you call, but please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks"
"Call number one. Received at 10:33 PM..." the machine droned in it's robotic voice.
"Minamo?Minamo? MINAMO? Sweetie, it's your mother! How are you doing? Well by the sound of your voice on that god awful recording, not good. How many times must I tell you to change that thing? People might think you're dying! Anyways, the Yamagata's called me today! I told them about your amazing athletic record, and their son Haruto wants to meet you. Isn't That great! Please call me back! Bye!"
"Call number two. Received at 10:35 PM..."
"Minamo? It's your mother again. Please don't be afraid to call back. I promise Haruto's not over 50! Bye!
"Call number three. Received at 11:01PM..."
"...I think I got the wrong number..."
"Call number four. Received at 11:22PM..."
"Minamo?You're not home yet! You had better be sleeping, and not getting plastered with that drunk! You guys need to grow up! I don't think you want me to come out there! ...Give your worried mother a call, okay sweetie? Bye."
"Call number five. Received at 11:47PM..."
"Uh... Minamo? This is Noriko. I know it's kinda late, I hope you don't mind. You're probably wondering why I'm calling, but it's only fair that I give you the heads up. I've called the other teachers as well. I'll be the new nurse at your school, starting on Monday... You don't have to call me back, well it's not that I'm expecting you to-- I'm sorry, this is getting awkward. Bye."
"End new messages..."
Nyamo stood frozen in the kitchen. Shit.
A/N: Uh oh! Noriko's back.. Who's Noriko? stay tuned to find out!...
Don't we all have mother's like Nyamo's? I do, and sometimes she drives me nuts, but you realize that they only do it out of love...
Back on topic...
When I upload Ch.4, the things that have just occured will hopefully be cleared up for anybody who is confused.