Sequel to "The Cruise"! Yay! I really couldn't leave it just like that, so I made a sequel. Hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, except maybe the fanfic itself.
Chapter 1: Find A Job!
Yuki lay on his bed in the small room. He looked up at the ceiling. There were cockroaches, lizards and spiders scurrying around on it. "At least there aren't rats on them," he said, and sat up. A rat circled his feet twice, and then hid under the bed. Yuki sighed. He looked around his room. Khaki pants and a pink plain t-shirt lay on the floor. His dresser was full of cobwebs. His floor-to-ceiling mirror was cracked in the middle when two months ago he tried to smack a cockroach there with a baseball bat he found down the hall.
"It's been three months since I left that damn ship and I haven't even got a job yet!" he shouted at his reflection. His hair was like a bird's nest, and he had on a plain yellow trousers and a plain orange t-shirt, that has just a little hole under the armpit. "I even dress weird…" He sat up and stretched. If he jumped, he can easily touch the ceiling, as the room was only twice his height.
He opened his door slowly and quietly, and peeked out. "The cost's clear," he whispered to himself, as if in an army. He closed the door behind him slowly, and tiptoed down the stairs. He forgot to slip the fourth last one, and it creaked badly. A door near the stairs opened and Yuki ran down the stairs three at a time, hearing Mr Lee, his landlord, shout "Rent!" behind him.
He walked down the warm street, looking back at the apartment. It was plain white and good looking, but the second you step in the door, you know you're going to live in an apartment full of creepy crawly stuff. It was the cheapest apartment Yuki could find, the rent twenty bucks a month. And he owes Mr Lee rent money and for the things he broke. Yuki shrugged. "I'm used to it." He turned away from the building and walked down the street. It was always deserted at this time early in the morning, but Yuki didn't care. He liked the peace and quiet, anyway.
He went to the nearest shop that he went to at least every week for the past three months. "No!" the manager there said angrily. "There are no job openings anymore! If you come again next week, I'll blow your head off." He grabbed at his shotgun hidden next to him and Yuki ran out at the speed of light. He sighed and went to the next shop, and the one after that. It was already 8 o'clock at night when he finished the whole big block, and all of their answers were 'no'. Yuki sighed and went back to the apartment. He met with Mr Lee at the top of the stairs. "Rent!" he shouted in Yuki's face.
"Mr Lee, I'm sorry, but I don't have the money right now. I'm still trying to find a job," Yuki said, tired.
"That's what you said last month."
"Well, I still can't find a job. I'll pay you twice for this month, okay? Next month will be the usual rent. Just leave me alone, please." Mr Lee looked at Yuki while stroking his beard.
"I like it. Twice the money, eh? Alright, I'll leave you alone for this month." They shook hands.
"Don't change anything, Mr Lee. Your daughter heard every single word we just said." Mr Lee turned around and saw her daughter peeking from between the doors. He sighed. He really wanted to raise it up to three times, but his angel just has to have a crush on Yuki.
"All right. I won't." Yuki smiled and winked at the girl, and then went in his room. She blushed from head to toe and hid behind the door.
"Agh!" Yuki screamed at his reflection. "I've been searching for a week already and there're still no openings!" He changed to his khaki pants and orange t-shirt. He went out and passed the shops that he go to about a billion times a week. He sidetracked form what he was supposed to do, and ended up on the other side of town.
"Huh?" Yuki looked around. There were a lot of shops here, more than where he lives, and more people. "How come I've never been here before?" he wondered. He didn't care, and went to the nearest shop. He finished two sides of the street, and there were no openings. It was already 8 o'clock, and he doesn't know the way back. "Just one more," he said and looked at a small shop at the end of the second street. "Parker's Place," Yuki read the newly painted sign. He went in and saw that it was a small restaurant. The lights were on but there was no one in the room. "Hello?" Yuki said, and he jumped when someone appeared suddenly from behind a door.
"Yes? May I help you?" The man looked like in his late twenties. He was broad shouldered, big but fit, a little muscly but handsome.
"Um… Well…" Yuki mumbled. "Are you the manager here? Yes? Well, I was wondering if there are any openi…" The guy shook Yuki's hands before he could finish what he was trying to say.
"Welcome to the family!" he grinned. "You know my name, don't you? No? The sign says it all! My name's Jim Parker. Nice to meet you, mister…"
"Ah, my name's Yuki Sohma. You can call me Yuki," he said nervously. Mr Parker stopped short.
"Yuki… Sohma?" he wondered out loud, but shrugged it away. "Well, all in all, I'm so happy you're here! Are you by any chance a survivor of the Titanic?"
"Yeah, a big one. How'd you know?"
"Well, I've got two other workers, my only ones right now, and they're Japanese and survivors of that ship. You guys will get along just great." He brought him towards a door on the other side of the room and opened it slowly. "This here's the kitchen. And them there are your partners." Yuki felt excited about meeting his new friends, someone with the same fate as him and Japanese.
He looked inside and froze. He heard Mr Parker called to the two of them. Yuki could just run away right now. The two people turned to great him, but they, too, froze. Yuki stared at Kyo's face and eyes, the feelings and memories coming back to him, and Kyo stared back, his heart beating fast.
Nyah nyah nyah!
Reunited! At last!
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