The Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous;; Chapter 2
A/N: Mm, KIND OF a filler chapter. But... not really... so yeah. Tensions between YxU! One of my favorites. hehe.
haha i love listening to "Lifestyles of the rich and famous" while writing this. It definitely puts me in the mood. Crank it upp.
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Yumi and her mother arrived at the spa in five minutes flat.
"Yumi, what IS with that oversized throw-up bag!" Yumi's mother questioned in disgust, "Why not leave it in the car for the time-being…"
"No, Mama!" Yumi defended her throw-up bag- and the guy inside of it. "It has important stuff in there!"
"What could be so important in a throw-up bag?" her mother asked practically, rolling her eyes. "Let me see what you have in there," she reached for the oversized bag, but Yumi blocked it.
"Oh, nothing," Yumi quickly thought up something with her quick mind. "There's something special I'd like to give everyone in there and uh, I don't want you to see it!" Yumi winked at her mother, her acting skills coming in handy.
"Ah!" Mrs. Ishiyama caught on. "I'll just wait to see what you got me- uh! I mean, I'll let you bring it inside." She winked back at her daughter, and opened the car door for her daughter, then walked on ahead, whistling.
Snap. Now she had to freaking give her mother a present.
"Phew." Yumi sighed in relief.
"Nice one," the brunette complimented.
"You owe me," Yumi hissed, "She almost found you,"
"Yeah, yeah... what do you want me to do now?"
"Yumi-chan?" her mother called out. "What are you doing?"
"Checking to see if everything's still in here!" Yumi called back.
"Okay, dear," Mrs. Ishiyama answered, walking on ahead, cherry blossom petals flowing beside her.
"So what do you want me to do now?" Ulrich repeated his question, as Yumi hid behind the car, hoping no fans would see her yet.
"I don't know. You're smart, think something up."
"But-but!"
"No buts. Figure something out if you wanna stay alive!" Yumi ended the conversation by covering the brunette's head with her knapsack that he had put to the side of him before.
When he raised his head again, she punched the knapsack way back into his head, irritated.
"OW!" he screeched.
Yumi glared at the throw-up bag. Her burning gaze was felt by the boy even through the knapsack.
"You better shut up and figure something out. Knowing my mom, she's gonna look inside or something."
"Okay, okay…" muttered the boy.
They entered the Spa with her mother already flat on a hard bed/mattress, with two muscular guys massaging her back. Her mama don't waste no time.
"You're gonna let GUYS massage you?" Ulrich gacked, as he peered out of the bag.
"Sure, why not?" Yumi spoke without moving her mouth much, looking around.
"Nothing," Ulrich seethed with jealousy. A plan immediately began to form in his head, all etched in green.
"Ah! Yumi Ishiyama!" a Japanese guy spoke in English with a horrible accent, "Nice to see you back in Japan."
"Thank you. Please excuse me for a moment." Yumi rushed to her mother. "Now where do I go?"
"Ask someone…" her mother answered, in a relaxed tone, "Leave me be, I'm relaxing."
Yumi sighed. Inside his bag, Ulrich came up with a brilliant plan. "Pssst…"
"Yeah?" Yumi raised her face up to the bag and looked inside. "What do you want?"
"Let me near the men's bathroom."
"Hold on, I'll find it. Hopefully, it's right next to the girl's bathroom."
Thankfully, it was. If it wasn't, Yumi would look ultimately stupid leaving a bag in the front of the guys' bathroom.
She put the bag on the floor quickly, and walked into the lady's bathroom, so passersby didn't really notice she was actually dropping a bag in front of the guy's bathroom.
Ulrich hopped into the men's bathroom, and hid under a sink. When the people were gone, Ulrich jumped out of the bag, stretching. Being cooped up inside a bag wasn't all that great.
After a few minutes of sneaking into a room and grabbing a uniform, he hid in a stall and changed himself.
Ulrich emerged from the bathroom, freshly dressed in a massager's uniform.
He glanced at his surroundings, taking a whiff of fresh air. Well, more of lotion or massager's utensils, but it was much fresher than the throw-up bag and Yumi's knapsack.
"Now, which one's Yumi..." he sighed, clueless and confused. He looked back and forth, trying to locate the maiden in raven hair.
He stared at about ten girls that were laying face down on the massager chairs, all with raven black hair like Yumi's.
That really narrowed it down.
Ulrich decided to pick the one who's body most resembled Yumi's. Nice and curved. He was almost sure this one was her.
"Excuse me, sir," Ulrich quickly uttered in English, "I'll take over from here,"
The Japanese guy stared at him in utter confusion. "Nani?" (A/N: This means, "what?")
"Oh shit..." Ulrich muttered. He looked back at him. "I'll take over from here." he said again, very slowly.
The Japanese guy continued to massage the girl's back. He stared at him for what seemed like hours, before he finally rambled off angrily in Japanese, and left.
Ulrich raised an eyebrow at his retreating back, then turned to "Yumi".
"Didn't think you'd see me back so soon, eh?" he grinned flirtatiously at her.
"No, but I'm certainly glad that you are," she replied, shrugging, her hair blocking her face as she read a magazine. She had a strange voice at the moment, very much unlike Yumi, as if she had an accent. "Good English, by the way. You avert your languages quickly."
Ulrich gazed at her, confused. But he shrugged and began to massage her shoulders.
"Ohhh," she moaned happily, "That really hit the spot." She glanced at him shortly. He could barely see her face. It was a blur.
Man, she didn't remember him being this hot. Wasn't he someone else before?
She shrugged it
off. This guy was definitely way hotter.
"So where are we
headed after this massage?" asked Ulrich, he hoped it was
somewhere that didn't require him sitting in a throw up bag.
'Yumi' thought at this for a moment, then asked, "Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Babe, if that's what you want it to be, then yes, I am," Ulrich replied coolly, he didn't want to sound 'eager' or anything.
"Good. My place, tonight, seven sharp. I expect you there." Her silky voice pounded in his ears. It really didn't sound like Yumi. Her voice was… very, very seductive. Unlike Yumi.
"… Huh?" Ulrich asked her, confused.
She looked up and winked at him.
He was suddenly taken aback.
It wasn't Yumi.
Just then, the REAL Yumi bounded down the hallway. She was humming quietly to herself when she thought she caught a glimpse of a hot brunette boy. Wait... That was HER brunette boy! He was flirting with some other girl!
Yumi's hands curled into fists and tightened. He made out with her only a few/several hours ago, and now he was flirting with some Japanese chick he just met! THAT… KOITSU! (A/N: meaning son of a bitch in Japanese, or so I hear, correct me if I'm wrong. I THINK the other way is Aitsu?)
She came closer, hearing tiny bits of their conversation. She heard the words, "Date" and a seductive, "my place, seven."
Yumi gasped, narrowing her eyes.
… He was getting it.
Yumi casually walked over to him, and was about to scream at him, but decided not to. She had another plan.
She asked a random Japanese massager for a shoulder massage. He agreed immediately.
She requested for the empty chair next to Ulrich's, and he nodded. In a few seconds, the guy was massaging her shoulders soothingly. She sighed, her face filling with calmness. Then she sighed extra-loud, making sure the girl next to her heard it.
The girl sprang up, gasping and screaming. "YUMI ISHIYAMA!" she shrieked, "OH MY GOD!"
Yumi glanced at Ulrich, then glanced back again, her eyes resting on him this time. She pretended to be shocked and surprised. "Ulrich?"
"YUMI! Its not what it looks like!" Ulrich pleaded.
"Oh, save it, Ulrich." She glared at him, her usual serene dark chocolate brown eyes clouded with anger and hurt- real this time. "Go ahead, have fun." She sputtered angrily, trying not to spew out swears. That would ruin her rep.
Warm tears blurred her vision, as she spun around and stormed down the hallway, disappearing in a crowd of massagers and customers.
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Ashley yawned. She was tired of trying to get Odd all the time.
It was exhausting chasing a guy who just didn't get it.
Deana giggled as she saw Ashley's exasperated expression, watching Odd play videogames with Jeremie.
"No luck?" Deana questioned, plopping onto the couch next to Ashley, her brown hair bouncing up and down.
"Nuh uh. He's completely clueless. I dropped hints along the way. He didn't get it."
"Mm, that's what you get for loving a blonde guy."
"… Excuse me...?"
The two girls quickly turned to come face-to-face with a somewhat angry Aelita.
"What did you say?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
"Ehheh, nothing Aelita…" they muttered nervously.
"That's what I thought you said." Aelita jumped onto the couch flexibly, watching Jeremie lose to Odd.
"AH HECK YES!" a sudden scream turned the girls' attention back to Odd. "THE HOTTT CHICK COMES ON NOW!"
And indeed, a blonde girl came on dressed in almost nothing blew kisses at the two race cars, who were still racing.
Ashley fumed. What had the freaking world come to? Her rival was a slutty videogame character!
Mmph, so Odd liked sluts, eh?
Two could play that game.
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A/N: Didn't bother looking it over.
So excuse me for mistakes. I probably have a lot.
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