Story: Family Dollar.
Chapter: 5 out of ?
Main Characters in said Chapter: Axel from Kingdom Hearts II, Vincent Valentine and Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII, and Dante and Vergil from Devil May Cry 3.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Axel, Vincent, Cloud, Dante, or Vergil. They belong to their highly respected artists. Square Enix, Capcom and probably a few others.
Second Disclaimer: I don't own the character Miyakai. Miyakai Valentine owns her role play character.
Copyrightations: I own the character Takara. She is indeed my role play character.
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Random Author Notes: Ugh. Point of View is off again. I'm sorry! D: I had too much Mountain Dew to really pay enough attention to writing this. XD This was originally going to be two subjects, not one, but it was getting too long, so I shortened it to one. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Cloud's Job!
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Warning: This chapter of Family Dollar contains material that may not be suited for Vincent Valentine fangirls. The Author apologizes to said fangirls, but will not remove said content. So. Said Fangirls will either get over it now, or not read this chapter. The Author does not stand accountable for deaths resulting in random people killed in the fangirls' rampages, though she'll feel pretty bad about it.
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Thanks for reading!
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Clock work schedule. Up at four, In bed until four-thirty, Quickly get dressed, then on the computer until five. Ok. Breakfast time. Takara hopped off her computer chair, and stretched, yawning. She walked over to her bedroom door, pulled it open and shuffled down the hallway. Yawning again, she pulled open the fridge and blinked at it's contents. She pulled out a carton of eggs, the jug of milk, and a package of honey ham lunch meat. She set it all on the counter. She bent down, opened a cupboard, and pulled out a large glass bowl. She shut the cupboard, stood back up and set the bowl on the counter. She paused. What else did she need? Oh yeah. Seasoning. She turned her attention to the cupboard above the stove. She stood on her tip toes, opened it, grabbed two matching salt and pepper shakers, and a small other bottle labeled 'Season All'. She set the spice on the counter with everything else, leaving the above-her cupboard open. She cracked her neck slightly, preparing herself to cook, since she was still a bit groggy from sleep.
She opened the carton of eggs, and pull one out. She cracked it on the side of the bowl, pulled it open and watched the egg splat on the bottom of the bowl. She repeated this with too other eggs. She then tossed the eggs shells into the garbage and returned the carton to it's shelf in the fridge. She opened the bag containing the ham, pulled out about two and a half slices. She flopped them onto the counter. She turned to her right slightly, and pulled open a drawer. She pulled out a knife, shut the drawer and turned back to the ham. She sliced and diced it into cute little squares. She then added the ham into the bowl with the eggs and tossed the knife in the sink.
Grabbing the salt in one hand, and pepper in the other, she looked into the bowl. She gave one dash of salt and two dashes of pepper. She set the shakers down and grabbed the Season All. She twisted the cap off. She held it over the bowl and gave it two shakes, giving the eggs and ham a slight coat of red-ish speckles. She set the Season All down, opened the drawer again and grabbed a spoon. She shut the drawer and turned back to the bowl. She stuck the spoon in it, breaking the yolk of each egg. She gave it one stir, and then grabbed the bowl. Wrapping her arm around the bowl, she stirred the contents around quickly. She set the bowl back down, grabbed the milk jug and twisted the cap off. She poured some of the milk into the bowl and recapped the jug. She set it down and picked up the bowl again. She wrapped her arm back around and started stirring again.
A noise caught Takara's attention as she stirred the eggs. Was that a door? She looked toward the microwave. 5:30am. No one was ever up right now. Well. Other than herself. She leaned out of the kitchen, just in time to see Vincent come into view, from coming down the hallway. His hair was a bit messed and he only sported a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. He paused in mid-step as Taka stared at him, oblivious to the egg-mixture dripping from the bowl she was holding, onto the floor. Vincent spoke first.
"I was--" he paused. "Hungry." Taka hesitantly nodded once, confused, because Vincent never really ate. Or came out of his room without a shirt on. Whoa. He looked good--Whoa. Wait. It's Vincent. Look back up at his face, Taka. She shook her head at herself and looked back at his face.
"Well." she said. He stood, some what stiffly, waiting for the rest of her sentence. "Uh." she looked down at the bowl and saved the rest of the egg-mixture from an un-timely death of splatting on the floor. "I'm making an omlette. Would you like one?" she asked, looking back him. He paused.
"Sure. That sounds appetizing, actually." he replied. She nodded again. She turned, set the bowl on the counter and looked back at him.
"Do you want anything special in it? Mine is just eggs and ham." she half-explained. He looked down the hallway and then back at her.
"Do we have onions?" he asked politely. She nodded. "What about cheese?" he asked again. She nodded twice. He gave her a respectful nod. "Those would be nice, thank you." she nodded, still at a slight loss of words. "Well. Um. I'll just--" he paused, looking down the hallway. "Go get dressed then." he said, his tone of voice altering from his normal to an 'Ok. This is weird. Why am I out here half naked?' tone. Taka nodded.
"Alright. I'll toss mine into the pan and then start yours." she paused, looking down at the egg-splat on the floor. "And then clean that up." she said, laughing slightly. He nodded.
"That's fine." he said politely. He turned and walked off down the hall. Taka stood still for a second. She then reminded herself to breathe. Letting out a sigh of an exhale, she turned back to the counter. Ignoring the door-shutting noise from down the hall, She bent down, open a cupboard and pulled out a pan. She set it on the stove and lit the burner. She snapped the cupboard closed with her foot, while pouring the egg mixture into the pan. She then cracked two eggs into the bowl, added some ham that had been left over from hers, adding the seasoning then went to the fridge.
She pulled half an onion, that was nicely in a plastic bag, out of the fridge. The other half had been eaten in a stir-fry-like-thing she had made a few night ago. She open the bag, pulled the onion out and set it on the counter. She grabbed a steak knife-like knife out of a knife block in front of her. She cut a thin piece of the onion off, diced it up and tossed it in the bowl. She put the rest of the onion back into the baggy, and then back into the fridge. While her head was in the fridge, she grabbed a bag of shredded cheddar cheese. She shut the fridge, and set the cheese on the counter, next the bowl. She looked at her omlette, in the pan. It was cooking pretty slow. Shrugging, she turned back toward the living room--
"ACK!" she screeched. Vincent had, very silently, come back out and sat at the dining room table, now fully dressed. And hair brushed. Taka found her breath again. "Jeez, Vincent. Don't scare a girl like that." she frowned. Vincent shrugged. He had thought he entered quite loudly.
"My apologizes. I hadn't meant to frighten you." he said politely. She waved her right hand dissmissively.
"It's fine. Just." she paused. "Don't do that again, please." she shrugged. "I plan to die in a glorious motorcycle accident, not by a heart attack, thanks." she said, poking her cooking-omlette with a fork. Vincent raised an eyebrow.
"A 'glorious accident' ?" he asked. Taka laughed, turning the omlette over in the pan.
"Yeah. Yeah. It may seem weird to you, but in my girly notions, a death like that ranks high. Right up there with dying nobly for your country." she said, prodding the omlette again. He paused.
"Well. 'Whatever floats your boat', I suppose." he said, lightly scratching something off the table. Taka laughed again.
"Red, Don't quote that." she paused, reaching for a plate in a high cupboard. "It sounds weird coming from you." she said. She gave up on the plate with a sigh. She hated being short. Vincent stood up, walked over to her and reached her down two plates. Taka blinked up at him. He handed her the plates and returned to his seat at the table. "Thanks." she said simply, setting the plates down on the counter. He shrugged, back to scratching at whatever it was on the table. Taka pulled the top plate off the other and flopped her omlette onto it. She set it on the counter, and turned back.
She grabbed the bowl of the counter, gave it a quick stir and then poured it into the pan. She set the bowl in the sink, and turned on the faucet. She then grabbed a washcloth, that was on the counter, and put it under the water. She pulled it back out, squeezed the excess water out and walked over to her egg mess on the floor. She scrubbed lightly for a second, stood back up and walked back over to the sink. She rinsed it through the water, squeezed it again and set it on the back of the sink. She turned the faucet off. She then grabbed the fork and prodded Vincent's omlette. Sighing slightly, she put the fork back down. She paused, thinking. It was finally dawning upon her. Vincent. Came out from his room at 5:30am. Half naked. Hungry. With messy hair. After a date last night. Oh god. She turned to face him. She blinked. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"When did she leave?" she asked, blinking innocently. Vincent kept his eyebrow raised.
"She left a few hours ago. Did this just dawn on you, Takara?" he asked. Taka frowned.
"Yes it did." she made a childish face at him. He gave a slight amused smile. She turned back to his omlette, she flipped it and turned up the burner. His omlette finish quickly and she flopped it onto the second plate. She set his next to hers, shut the burner off and grabbed to forks from the drawer. She put one fork on each plate and grabbed one plate in each hand. She walked out and sat across from him at the table. She slid him his plate and stabbed hers with her fork. She took a bite then looked at him. She swallowed.
"So." she paused, watching him take a bite of his own. "When do I get to meet her?"
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Chapter Six Trailer:
"Thaaaank you, Sir." Cloud said, as a customer stuffed a five dollar bill into the tip jar on the counter. Takara walked up.
"Hey Hair Gel." she said simply.
What will Cloud say? Will Vincent's mystery woman be reviled? Find out in...
Family Dollar Chapter Six!