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chuunin_archiveI am finally posting! *Throws around confetti* I have been a lurker for too long, so I am going to make myself known by posting my fanfiction. (The first chapter is just introductory, but I promise that it will get better!) I hope that you all enjoy!
Title: Piece of Mind, Chunk of Heart
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Pairing: Kaka/OC
Warnings: Language
Chapter 1: Drowning
Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads
It's what I need
Love Bites (Def Leppard)
After writing the words “medium-rare” on my note pad, I returned my gaze to the couple before me. “Would you like to ‘platter it’ for an additional $1.50?”
Refraining from rolling my eyes at the blank stares thrown my way, I motioned to the small yellow box on the menu. “It’s a side of our onions rings and special sauce. Interested?” I struggled to keep my voice calm and sweet.
While they thought about this strange concept of “platter its,” I stood there wondering why such idiots were aloud to walk around in public. Why is it that the general population refused to read, or use the mass of muscle in their craniums known as a brain? Stupid people annoy me and there just seems to be an endless supply of them. Aren’t I a lucky one.
Eventually, the couple decided that they did not wish to spend an extra dollar fifty, and I made a mental note to spit in their drinks. Thanks for wasting my time, morons. Turning on my heel, I headed for the kitchen and pushed through the swinging doors. The comfortable atmosphere of 80’s rock and oak furniture was replaced by a world of steam, clatter, and excitement. Dodging a few rushing cooks and waitresses, I slapped the ticket on the counter. “Order for table six!”
After receiving a small waved form the head cook, I turned around and spotted a lone waitress, making coffee. Walking up to her, I held out my notepad. “I will pay you to trade shifts with me.”
I wasn’t too surprised by the deer-caught-in-headlights look pointed at me and elaborated. “Thirty dollars. Take it or leave it.”
Under normal circumstances, this would not work. Most of the waitresses knew that waiting the east side tables sucked ass since most of the worst customers sat there. Something about a good view of the streets or something. Fortunately, the girl I was confronting was a high schooler, a newbie, and was naive enough to believe that thirty bucks was worth it. Fresh meat.
“O-okay…are you going to take my shift then?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Where you work?”
“Counter. I have a few customers there now.”
“Sure.” I handed her my pad. “You go on ahead with these orders. I’m taking a cigarette break.”
Pushing everything out of my mind, I made my way out the back door. The cool air stinging my skin and lungs. Thanking the higher powers that I was alone, I squatted down and leaned back against the wall.
My name is Jeanne Summers…and I hate it. My parents were on crack when they made me and when they named me. I’m twenty four years old, half Irish, half Korean, and I have the personality of a rabid dog. That’s me in a nutshell, and everyone who knows me would agree. People annoy me and they happen to be everywhere so I tend to be somewhat of a bitch. In all honesty, I don’t know why. I am what I am: even if that happens to be a bitch. As for appearances, I’m pretty plain. Pixie short brown hair, dark blue eyes, some freckles, and semi-tan skin make up my features on my 5’6” and 120 pounds body. My usual choices in clothes are form-fitting t-shirts and jeans. But, seeing as I am currently at work, I am wearing the required white blouse, black pants, and black apron. I live alone in my little studio apartment, a few blocks from the café. I’m a part time waitress and a full-time author. Let’s just leave my “professional” life at that. Oh, and I hate smoking. Let’s just make that clear from the get-go.
Shivering a bit, I watched my breath puff out of my mouth and float upwards. My life isn’t too bad…but it’s not that great either. My two older brothers live within a thirty mile radius and my younger brother lives within five. I’ll let that explain why I’m so…disagreeable.
Hearing the door open, I sighed and pushed myself off the ground. My freedom was short lived as I walked past the assistant chief and two waitresses. Seeing them light their cigarettes, I began to wonder why anyone would smoke the damn things. Hell, there is a label right on the package that tells you the risks. Maybe they should just rename the little buggers “death in a roll.” Then the smokers of the world would be thrown in padded rooms for suicidal tendencies, and there would be less people on the streets…only in my dreams.
Throwing a glare at them for good measure, I reentered the kitchen and made my way to the front of the diner. Running a hand through my hair, I picked up the full pot of coffee. “Hey, Jack. What’s going on in your world?”
The fifty-year old bachelor looked up from his plate of biscuits and gravy as I poured coffee in his cup. Jack is a regular of ours and we’re pretty tight. He has this reputation around our part of the city that portrays him as a dirty old man who tries to hook up with women half his age and younger. I know for a fact that this is true. It’s how we met. One day I was mopping some spilt coke when I felt his feeble hands upon my non-existent ass. You can imagine how that turned out. The hand imprint on his face is still barely visible if the light hits it just right. We’ve been good friends ever since. “G’evenin’, Jeanne. My world is as bright as it can be. Got my young nephew visitin’ me for the holidays.”
“Really?” I eyed the empty seat next to him. “Where is he?”
“He needed to piss.”
Did I mention that I love his word choices and the fact that he’s blunt? “Well,” I chuckled and shook my head. “You be sure to introduce me before you two leave.”
“Can do, sexy.”
My ancient Casanova. Making my way down the counter, I proceeded to tend to the needs of the other customers. Knowing quite a few of them personally, it didn’t grate on my nerves too much. This is what I loved about working at The Diner. Being able to joke with the old geezers I grew up with has always had a soothing effect on me. That and chocolate.
“Hey, Jeanne! Git yer ass over here and meet my nephew!” I heard Jack call me over and turned away from the coffee machine.
I must say that I was just a tad bit afraid of the sight that greeted my eyes. Sitting next to Jack was a little kid wearing an orange jumpsuit, a yellow wig, a head band, and it looked like someone drew cat whiskers on his face with a black, washable Crayola marker. Is this some new fashion statement the new generation has come up with or is the kid just nuts? Remembering that he was related to Jack, I figured that explained a few things. Eyeing the dark brown tresses that escaped from under the wig, I sauntered over. “Er…hi.”
Completely oblivious to the child’s choice of clothing, Jack pat the boy on the back. “Jeanne, this is Eric, my nephew.”
I held out my hand to the little weirdo and shook his slightly cold hand. “Hello, Eric.” Judging from his looks: young and round in the middle, I assumed he was around eleven. “Er…nice outfit.”
Eric grinned. “I’m Naruto!”
This child is officially crazy. Jack’s nephew or not, this kid does not need to be on the streets. Someone please take this kid and tie him up! “Um…no. You are Eric.”
“No!” A frown marred his face. “I am Naruto!”
“I cocked an eyebrow before looking over his outfit again. All right, it’s a costume. Naruto? What the fuck in a naruto? I guess the confusion was apparent on my face because Jack continued talking. “Today we’re going to some cartoon convention. Eric is dressed up like one of his favorite characters. At least, that’s what his mom said.”
The Anime Convention. Drrr. The younger waitresses have been talking about the damn thing for weeks. How could I forget? The only time of the year when a bunch of Japanese wannabe’s dress up in ill suited clothes and pretend to be cool. This ranks up there with Christmas for a lot of them. Feeling my stomach turn, I leaned heavily against the counter and tried to keep a pleasant face. No wonder there have been more psychos around than usual. Damn it. “Really? Good for you.”
“You have to see my action figures!” Eric excitedly yanked his backpack off and began dumping its contents on the counter top I had just cleaned. “I take these everywhere with me!”
Trying my best to look interested, I watched him pull out four at a time. “Maybe you should tell me what these are before you pull more out. I might get confused.” How many dolls did this kid have!
He blinked. “You’ve never seen Naruto?”
Seriously. Why do I even try with kids? One would think that given my profession, I would know a thing or two about them. I can handle a kid, but I can’t understand one. They will forever be a mystery to me. “The only cartoons I watch contain a rabbit who spends time tormenting an egotistical duck.”
“Oh man…” Rolling his eyes, he picked a figure up. “You have been missing out! Naruto is a cartoon about ninjas!”
Am I the only one who thinks that boys have an unhealthy obsession with ninjas? Brushing this thought aside, I nodded.
“This is my favorite character.” He held up the figure that looked similar to his costume. “His name is Naruto and he has a demon in his body.”
“That’s gotta be uncomfortable.”
Ignoring my comment, he picked up another one. This one was also a boy, with black hair and dark eyes. His clothing choice was a bit better in terms of something recognizable, but instead of wearing a mischievous grin like the blonde doll, he had a frown. “This is Sasuke. He’s Naruto’s rival and team mate. He’s really strong!”
“What’s with the frown?”
“Family issues.”
“Ah.” I can relate with that.
When he picked up the next figure, my eyes were instantly attracted to its pink hair. Noticing a few major differences, I decided that this was a girl. “This is Sakura. She’s the smart one, but she’s weak. I like her though.”
I could already figure out the reason for that, and my conscience begged me not to ask. “Why?”
“Boobs.”
Jack wiggled his eyebrows at me.
Damn my big mouth. With a chuckle, I rolled my eyes and pointed at the last figure. It was a tall male with his entire face covered save for the right eye. Spiky silver hair crowned the head and he wore a generally dark blue outfit with a green vest. “That’s Karachi! He’s their sensei!”
And sensei is…teacher…right? My Japanese sucks. Hey! I’m Korean, give me a break!
“He has lots of cool powers like his Sharingan! He’s the strongest in Kohona!”
Kohona? Sharingan? I blinked. My chances with understanding this kid was slowly shrinking. I listened on with confusion as he continued introducing his dolls to me till Jack finished his coffee. “Well, kiddo. We’ve gotta book it. The bus comes soon ya know.”
“Yay! We’re finally going!” Eric quickly stuffed his dolls back in his bag before hopping from his seat. “See ya later, lady!”
“See ya.” I chuckled and accepted the payment from Jack. “You two have fun.”
“We will!” Eric called back before following Jack out.
Are all anime fanatics like that? After seeing Eric dressed like a psycho, I began to notice other people in costume. (A.N: my friend is a cosplay freak so I have permission to do the bashing I’m about to do. grin) After clocking out and leaving the diner, I spotted kids in dresses, swimsuits, jumpsuits, and armor. Others had cat ears, dog ears, bunny ears, and tail. In truth, it was kind of scary so I avoided all eye contact while heading for my dark green Chevy Malibu. Once I was inside the vehicle, I allowed myself to relax. Is there such a thing as people-phobia? Because, I’m pretty sure I have it. Maybe I have agoraphobia or just simple anthropophobia. I need to stop thinking about it.
Because of the weekend-long convention, driving home took three times longer than it should have. Thanks to this, I flashed a grand total of fourteen birds before pulling into my driveway. I live in a small two room house with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, laundry room, and back porch. My front yard and back yard are pretty big, which is good if I ever have a big party. I’ve never had one, so I have yet to test that theory. First, I’ll have to get a social life, some friends, maybe a boyfriend…and a barbeque.
Entering my house, I immediately knew that something was wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but out of place. Seeing my little brother, Dustin, with is head in my fridge proved my suspicions. Rolling my eyes, I dropped my keys none too gently on my kitchen counter, causing him to jump and hit his head on the roof of the fridge. “Ouch! Shit!”
“I don’t recall giving you the keys to my house, Dustin.”
The twenty two year old turned to look at me with dark brown eyes. His bleached hair was spiked on end and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in days. My little brother. The laziest guy I know. Where the hell did my parents go wrong with him? “Aw, hey sis! We’re family! And, no lock can stop me.”
Damn it. His lock picking skills scare the crap out of me. Then again, so does his “secret” drug dealing empire and his ability to attract creepy people. “What do you want?” Peeling my coat off, I headed into my room.
“Um, yeah. About that…” He leaned against my stove as I changed into a thin white turtle neck, dark jeans, and a thick brown vest. “I need you to put me up for about a week.”
Nothing new. What was he going all depressed about now? Ruffling my short hair, I walked back into the kitchen and began filling my teat pot. “And…?”
He sighed and slid to the ground, elbows on knees, face in hands. “I’m in deep shit, J. I need you help.”
Turning from the sink, I realized just how exhausted he was. No matter how much money our brothers and I sent him, he always ends up in the gutter. But, today he looks half dead.
Taking a seat next to him, I crossed my arms and placed them on my knees. “What’s up?”
“I got on the wrong side of this gang. The leader’s brother is, or was, a client of mine and they found him dead in his room from over doin’.” He rubbed at his face. “Of course, I get the blame because they traced the drugs back to me, so they want me dead for….I don’t know….revenge.”
“Shit, Dustin…” An idiot shoots himself with an overdose of drugs and a gang is after my brother. How fucking wonderful. Thumping my head on the cabinet door behind me, I closed my eyes. “Do Tom and Ross know?”
Tom is our oldest brother at thirty one. He’s a lawyer and we always pick on him for it. He’s not married, but he has a girlfriend of two years. Ross is the second oldest at twenty eight. He’s a school teacher and has a wife and a boy. Hmm…no wonder Dustin decided to shack with me in his time of need.
“No. Not yet.”
“Don’t tell them. They’re probably really busy right now.” I let a thoughtful pause hang over us. “Christmas is next month. Busy time of year.”
Dustin nodded. “Yeah…”
Pushing myself to my feet, I grabbed two mugs. “Get settled in my office. I’ll start on dinner.”
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Well, Dustin has been living with me for two days so far and things aren’t too bad. I can’t walk around in my underwear anymore, but we all have to make sacrifices. I’ve forbidden Dustin from any drug use, so we’ll call it even.
After a dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup, I headed into my office/spare room/Dustin’s temporary room. Seeing as he was currently out buying groceries, I decided that it was time for me to work. Like I said before, I am an author. I write, illustrate, and publish my own children’s series. You could say that I’m up there with Curious George and the Bernstein Bears. I’m proud to say that my works are pretty well known. How does a psycho like me succeed in making a series of children’s books? Simple: I used to be one. The books reflect my childhood in plainer terms so that children can enjoy them. It’s something new and people like new. Unfortunately, I’m having a block.
Falling into my chair, I spun it around for awhile before picking up the remote. Glad that I kept a small t.v. in here, I began flipping through channels. Skipping over all the news, I landed on the cartoon channel. And guess what? That weird ninja show was on. Um…Na…Na..Naruto! Remembering Eric, I decided to give the show a try and put the remote down. I watched with mild fascination as the blonde and black-haired kid yelled back and forth at each other while the only girl, pinky, cheered on the cold one. Looked like some weird soap opera to me. Where was the fighting? Where was the blood? Oh, blonde just threw a punch. So, I basically watched a couple of kids fight for fifteen minutes before I heard the front door open. “Hey! Need help?”
Not getting a reply, I sighed. “Need help!”
Still getting the silent treatment, I growled and pushed myself off the chair. Boys really suck. No wonder I’m not married. Marching out, I headed to the front door. “Damn it, answer my…oh shit.”
I stopped still at the sight of three men in my living room. They wore glasses and dark clothes so I knew they weren’t post men. Taking a step back, I glared. “Hey guys! Thanks for dropping by, but I’m really busy now. Mind getting the hell out of my house?”
Brushing my words aside, Thug number one looked around. “We are looking for a Dustin Summers. What is your relation to him?”
“I don’t know a Dustin.” I glared hoping that my rapidly beating heart wouldn’t burst through my chest. “Now, get out.”
Holy crap. What am I supposed to do? How do you deal with three men who could break you in half with their pinky toes!
Of course, none of the men complied with my demand. In fact, they did the exact opposite and began going through everything. Chairs, tables, pictures, everything was being thrown askew and it was pissing me off. “Hey! What the hell are you doing! Stop!”
Grabbed painfully from behind, I screamed and thrust my heel back, cracking him on the shin. Feeling him loosen his grip, I ripped away and sprinted to the kitchen. My mind was focused on the only weapon in the house: a steak knife. My entire body shaking with fear and adrenaline, I ignored the gun shot that was fired in my direction and grabbed my kitchen knife. I wasn’t going to stop now that I had my weapon. Hell no. I’m not some Rambo-fighter chick. I can’t take down three armed men with a measly kitchen knife.
Apparently, I can’t out run the either, because I only took a few steps before I was yanked back by the edge of my vest and pinned to a rather hard and large chest. Things were definitely not looking up as I screamed and struggled against his chest. My feet flailing about in the air, I knew that my attempts of escape were futile. I was stuck…but I wasn’t going down without a fight damn it!
The other two continued to destroy my home and before long, I heard the bathtub running. Almost immediately headlines flashed before my eyes: “Beloved children’s author murdered by notorious gang.” Jesus, I need to stop thinking.
“Let me go, you bastard! Let me go!”
“Where is Dustin?”
“I don’t know!” I screamed as he carried me towards the bathroom. “Please, just let me go!”
“You are lying, bitch.” The man carrying me said calmly in my ear. I cringed and leaned away. “We hate liars.”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the tears to stop. I was going to die. Either that or they were going to torture me till I begged for death. Helplessly, I was carried none to gently into the bathroom where Thug number two was filling my tub. My eyes were glued to the tub as I multiplied my struggles and screams. I don’t wanna die!
“Shit! Shut her up!”
His command was answered when I was thrown on my back into the tub of cold water. Panic engulfing my entire being, the water rushed into my mouth and nose, choking off my screams. Shutting my eyes, I struggled to pry the iron grip from my neck. My feet pounded against the wall and water splashed everywhere. Feeling the hands pull me up, I coughed out water and sobs as I forced by eyes open. In the watery haze, I saw my captor hover over me, a look of satisfaction on his face. The bastard.
Barely hearing him over my gasps for breath, I glared as he inched closer. “All right, girly. I’m gonna ask nice. Where is Dustin?”
I felt the water soak everything as I looked at the two men who wanted nothing more than to destroy my little brother. Sure, he’s a social reject. But he’s my BROTHER! Thug one, two, and three can just kiss my ass. I coughed up more water. “Don’t call me girly, ass-hole.”
“Well,” his smug look disappeared. “Aren’t you a stubborn bitch.”
“What was your first clue?”
I was shoved under the water once again, and my struggles ensued once again. This time, my struggles were weaker…but I was good. I got the last word in, and I kicked ass. Soon, I couldn’t feel anything and my thoughts of death dissipated.
123ElfPrincessKitty321
Title: Piece of Mind, Chunk of Heart
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Pairing: Kaka/OC
Warnings: Language
Chapter 1: Drowning
Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads
It's what I need
Love Bites (Def Leppard)
After writing the words “medium-rare” on my note pad, I returned my gaze to the couple before me. “Would you like to ‘platter it’ for an additional $1.50?”
Refraining from rolling my eyes at the blank stares thrown my way, I motioned to the small yellow box on the menu. “It’s a side of our onions rings and special sauce. Interested?” I struggled to keep my voice calm and sweet.
While they thought about this strange concept of “platter its,” I stood there wondering why such idiots were aloud to walk around in public. Why is it that the general population refused to read, or use the mass of muscle in their craniums known as a brain? Stupid people annoy me and there just seems to be an endless supply of them. Aren’t I a lucky one.
Eventually, the couple decided that they did not wish to spend an extra dollar fifty, and I made a mental note to spit in their drinks. Thanks for wasting my time, morons. Turning on my heel, I headed for the kitchen and pushed through the swinging doors. The comfortable atmosphere of 80’s rock and oak furniture was replaced by a world of steam, clatter, and excitement. Dodging a few rushing cooks and waitresses, I slapped the ticket on the counter. “Order for table six!”
After receiving a small waved form the head cook, I turned around and spotted a lone waitress, making coffee. Walking up to her, I held out my notepad. “I will pay you to trade shifts with me.”
I wasn’t too surprised by the deer-caught-in-headlights look pointed at me and elaborated. “Thirty dollars. Take it or leave it.”
Under normal circumstances, this would not work. Most of the waitresses knew that waiting the east side tables sucked ass since most of the worst customers sat there. Something about a good view of the streets or something. Fortunately, the girl I was confronting was a high schooler, a newbie, and was naive enough to believe that thirty bucks was worth it. Fresh meat.
“O-okay…are you going to take my shift then?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Where you work?”
“Counter. I have a few customers there now.”
“Sure.” I handed her my pad. “You go on ahead with these orders. I’m taking a cigarette break.”
Pushing everything out of my mind, I made my way out the back door. The cool air stinging my skin and lungs. Thanking the higher powers that I was alone, I squatted down and leaned back against the wall.
My name is Jeanne Summers…and I hate it. My parents were on crack when they made me and when they named me. I’m twenty four years old, half Irish, half Korean, and I have the personality of a rabid dog. That’s me in a nutshell, and everyone who knows me would agree. People annoy me and they happen to be everywhere so I tend to be somewhat of a bitch. In all honesty, I don’t know why. I am what I am: even if that happens to be a bitch. As for appearances, I’m pretty plain. Pixie short brown hair, dark blue eyes, some freckles, and semi-tan skin make up my features on my 5’6” and 120 pounds body. My usual choices in clothes are form-fitting t-shirts and jeans. But, seeing as I am currently at work, I am wearing the required white blouse, black pants, and black apron. I live alone in my little studio apartment, a few blocks from the café. I’m a part time waitress and a full-time author. Let’s just leave my “professional” life at that. Oh, and I hate smoking. Let’s just make that clear from the get-go.
Shivering a bit, I watched my breath puff out of my mouth and float upwards. My life isn’t too bad…but it’s not that great either. My two older brothers live within a thirty mile radius and my younger brother lives within five. I’ll let that explain why I’m so…disagreeable.
Hearing the door open, I sighed and pushed myself off the ground. My freedom was short lived as I walked past the assistant chief and two waitresses. Seeing them light their cigarettes, I began to wonder why anyone would smoke the damn things. Hell, there is a label right on the package that tells you the risks. Maybe they should just rename the little buggers “death in a roll.” Then the smokers of the world would be thrown in padded rooms for suicidal tendencies, and there would be less people on the streets…only in my dreams.
Throwing a glare at them for good measure, I reentered the kitchen and made my way to the front of the diner. Running a hand through my hair, I picked up the full pot of coffee. “Hey, Jack. What’s going on in your world?”
The fifty-year old bachelor looked up from his plate of biscuits and gravy as I poured coffee in his cup. Jack is a regular of ours and we’re pretty tight. He has this reputation around our part of the city that portrays him as a dirty old man who tries to hook up with women half his age and younger. I know for a fact that this is true. It’s how we met. One day I was mopping some spilt coke when I felt his feeble hands upon my non-existent ass. You can imagine how that turned out. The hand imprint on his face is still barely visible if the light hits it just right. We’ve been good friends ever since. “G’evenin’, Jeanne. My world is as bright as it can be. Got my young nephew visitin’ me for the holidays.”
“Really?” I eyed the empty seat next to him. “Where is he?”
“He needed to piss.”
Did I mention that I love his word choices and the fact that he’s blunt? “Well,” I chuckled and shook my head. “You be sure to introduce me before you two leave.”
“Can do, sexy.”
My ancient Casanova. Making my way down the counter, I proceeded to tend to the needs of the other customers. Knowing quite a few of them personally, it didn’t grate on my nerves too much. This is what I loved about working at The Diner. Being able to joke with the old geezers I grew up with has always had a soothing effect on me. That and chocolate.
“Hey, Jeanne! Git yer ass over here and meet my nephew!” I heard Jack call me over and turned away from the coffee machine.
I must say that I was just a tad bit afraid of the sight that greeted my eyes. Sitting next to Jack was a little kid wearing an orange jumpsuit, a yellow wig, a head band, and it looked like someone drew cat whiskers on his face with a black, washable Crayola marker. Is this some new fashion statement the new generation has come up with or is the kid just nuts? Remembering that he was related to Jack, I figured that explained a few things. Eyeing the dark brown tresses that escaped from under the wig, I sauntered over. “Er…hi.”
Completely oblivious to the child’s choice of clothing, Jack pat the boy on the back. “Jeanne, this is Eric, my nephew.”
I held out my hand to the little weirdo and shook his slightly cold hand. “Hello, Eric.” Judging from his looks: young and round in the middle, I assumed he was around eleven. “Er…nice outfit.”
Eric grinned. “I’m Naruto!”
This child is officially crazy. Jack’s nephew or not, this kid does not need to be on the streets. Someone please take this kid and tie him up! “Um…no. You are Eric.”
“No!” A frown marred his face. “I am Naruto!”
“I cocked an eyebrow before looking over his outfit again. All right, it’s a costume. Naruto? What the fuck in a naruto? I guess the confusion was apparent on my face because Jack continued talking. “Today we’re going to some cartoon convention. Eric is dressed up like one of his favorite characters. At least, that’s what his mom said.”
The Anime Convention. Drrr. The younger waitresses have been talking about the damn thing for weeks. How could I forget? The only time of the year when a bunch of Japanese wannabe’s dress up in ill suited clothes and pretend to be cool. This ranks up there with Christmas for a lot of them. Feeling my stomach turn, I leaned heavily against the counter and tried to keep a pleasant face. No wonder there have been more psychos around than usual. Damn it. “Really? Good for you.”
“You have to see my action figures!” Eric excitedly yanked his backpack off and began dumping its contents on the counter top I had just cleaned. “I take these everywhere with me!”
Trying my best to look interested, I watched him pull out four at a time. “Maybe you should tell me what these are before you pull more out. I might get confused.” How many dolls did this kid have!
He blinked. “You’ve never seen Naruto?”
Seriously. Why do I even try with kids? One would think that given my profession, I would know a thing or two about them. I can handle a kid, but I can’t understand one. They will forever be a mystery to me. “The only cartoons I watch contain a rabbit who spends time tormenting an egotistical duck.”
“Oh man…” Rolling his eyes, he picked a figure up. “You have been missing out! Naruto is a cartoon about ninjas!”
Am I the only one who thinks that boys have an unhealthy obsession with ninjas? Brushing this thought aside, I nodded.
“This is my favorite character.” He held up the figure that looked similar to his costume. “His name is Naruto and he has a demon in his body.”
“That’s gotta be uncomfortable.”
Ignoring my comment, he picked up another one. This one was also a boy, with black hair and dark eyes. His clothing choice was a bit better in terms of something recognizable, but instead of wearing a mischievous grin like the blonde doll, he had a frown. “This is Sasuke. He’s Naruto’s rival and team mate. He’s really strong!”
“What’s with the frown?”
“Family issues.”
“Ah.” I can relate with that.
When he picked up the next figure, my eyes were instantly attracted to its pink hair. Noticing a few major differences, I decided that this was a girl. “This is Sakura. She’s the smart one, but she’s weak. I like her though.”
I could already figure out the reason for that, and my conscience begged me not to ask. “Why?”
“Boobs.”
Jack wiggled his eyebrows at me.
Damn my big mouth. With a chuckle, I rolled my eyes and pointed at the last figure. It was a tall male with his entire face covered save for the right eye. Spiky silver hair crowned the head and he wore a generally dark blue outfit with a green vest. “That’s Karachi! He’s their sensei!”
And sensei is…teacher…right? My Japanese sucks. Hey! I’m Korean, give me a break!
“He has lots of cool powers like his Sharingan! He’s the strongest in Kohona!”
Kohona? Sharingan? I blinked. My chances with understanding this kid was slowly shrinking. I listened on with confusion as he continued introducing his dolls to me till Jack finished his coffee. “Well, kiddo. We’ve gotta book it. The bus comes soon ya know.”
“Yay! We’re finally going!” Eric quickly stuffed his dolls back in his bag before hopping from his seat. “See ya later, lady!”
“See ya.” I chuckled and accepted the payment from Jack. “You two have fun.”
“We will!” Eric called back before following Jack out.
Are all anime fanatics like that? After seeing Eric dressed like a psycho, I began to notice other people in costume. (A.N: my friend is a cosplay freak so I have permission to do the bashing I’m about to do. grin) After clocking out and leaving the diner, I spotted kids in dresses, swimsuits, jumpsuits, and armor. Others had cat ears, dog ears, bunny ears, and tail. In truth, it was kind of scary so I avoided all eye contact while heading for my dark green Chevy Malibu. Once I was inside the vehicle, I allowed myself to relax. Is there such a thing as people-phobia? Because, I’m pretty sure I have it. Maybe I have agoraphobia or just simple anthropophobia. I need to stop thinking about it.
Because of the weekend-long convention, driving home took three times longer than it should have. Thanks to this, I flashed a grand total of fourteen birds before pulling into my driveway. I live in a small two room house with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, laundry room, and back porch. My front yard and back yard are pretty big, which is good if I ever have a big party. I’ve never had one, so I have yet to test that theory. First, I’ll have to get a social life, some friends, maybe a boyfriend…and a barbeque.
Entering my house, I immediately knew that something was wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but out of place. Seeing my little brother, Dustin, with is head in my fridge proved my suspicions. Rolling my eyes, I dropped my keys none too gently on my kitchen counter, causing him to jump and hit his head on the roof of the fridge. “Ouch! Shit!”
“I don’t recall giving you the keys to my house, Dustin.”
The twenty two year old turned to look at me with dark brown eyes. His bleached hair was spiked on end and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in days. My little brother. The laziest guy I know. Where the hell did my parents go wrong with him? “Aw, hey sis! We’re family! And, no lock can stop me.”
Damn it. His lock picking skills scare the crap out of me. Then again, so does his “secret” drug dealing empire and his ability to attract creepy people. “What do you want?” Peeling my coat off, I headed into my room.
“Um, yeah. About that…” He leaned against my stove as I changed into a thin white turtle neck, dark jeans, and a thick brown vest. “I need you to put me up for about a week.”
Nothing new. What was he going all depressed about now? Ruffling my short hair, I walked back into the kitchen and began filling my teat pot. “And…?”
He sighed and slid to the ground, elbows on knees, face in hands. “I’m in deep shit, J. I need you help.”
Turning from the sink, I realized just how exhausted he was. No matter how much money our brothers and I sent him, he always ends up in the gutter. But, today he looks half dead.
Taking a seat next to him, I crossed my arms and placed them on my knees. “What’s up?”
“I got on the wrong side of this gang. The leader’s brother is, or was, a client of mine and they found him dead in his room from over doin’.” He rubbed at his face. “Of course, I get the blame because they traced the drugs back to me, so they want me dead for….I don’t know….revenge.”
“Shit, Dustin…” An idiot shoots himself with an overdose of drugs and a gang is after my brother. How fucking wonderful. Thumping my head on the cabinet door behind me, I closed my eyes. “Do Tom and Ross know?”
Tom is our oldest brother at thirty one. He’s a lawyer and we always pick on him for it. He’s not married, but he has a girlfriend of two years. Ross is the second oldest at twenty eight. He’s a school teacher and has a wife and a boy. Hmm…no wonder Dustin decided to shack with me in his time of need.
“No. Not yet.”
“Don’t tell them. They’re probably really busy right now.” I let a thoughtful pause hang over us. “Christmas is next month. Busy time of year.”
Dustin nodded. “Yeah…”
Pushing myself to my feet, I grabbed two mugs. “Get settled in my office. I’ll start on dinner.”
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Well, Dustin has been living with me for two days so far and things aren’t too bad. I can’t walk around in my underwear anymore, but we all have to make sacrifices. I’ve forbidden Dustin from any drug use, so we’ll call it even.
After a dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup, I headed into my office/spare room/Dustin’s temporary room. Seeing as he was currently out buying groceries, I decided that it was time for me to work. Like I said before, I am an author. I write, illustrate, and publish my own children’s series. You could say that I’m up there with Curious George and the Bernstein Bears. I’m proud to say that my works are pretty well known. How does a psycho like me succeed in making a series of children’s books? Simple: I used to be one. The books reflect my childhood in plainer terms so that children can enjoy them. It’s something new and people like new. Unfortunately, I’m having a block.
Falling into my chair, I spun it around for awhile before picking up the remote. Glad that I kept a small t.v. in here, I began flipping through channels. Skipping over all the news, I landed on the cartoon channel. And guess what? That weird ninja show was on. Um…Na…Na..Naruto! Remembering Eric, I decided to give the show a try and put the remote down. I watched with mild fascination as the blonde and black-haired kid yelled back and forth at each other while the only girl, pinky, cheered on the cold one. Looked like some weird soap opera to me. Where was the fighting? Where was the blood? Oh, blonde just threw a punch. So, I basically watched a couple of kids fight for fifteen minutes before I heard the front door open. “Hey! Need help?”
Not getting a reply, I sighed. “Need help!”
Still getting the silent treatment, I growled and pushed myself off the chair. Boys really suck. No wonder I’m not married. Marching out, I headed to the front door. “Damn it, answer my…oh shit.”
I stopped still at the sight of three men in my living room. They wore glasses and dark clothes so I knew they weren’t post men. Taking a step back, I glared. “Hey guys! Thanks for dropping by, but I’m really busy now. Mind getting the hell out of my house?”
Brushing my words aside, Thug number one looked around. “We are looking for a Dustin Summers. What is your relation to him?”
“I don’t know a Dustin.” I glared hoping that my rapidly beating heart wouldn’t burst through my chest. “Now, get out.”
Holy crap. What am I supposed to do? How do you deal with three men who could break you in half with their pinky toes!
Of course, none of the men complied with my demand. In fact, they did the exact opposite and began going through everything. Chairs, tables, pictures, everything was being thrown askew and it was pissing me off. “Hey! What the hell are you doing! Stop!”
Grabbed painfully from behind, I screamed and thrust my heel back, cracking him on the shin. Feeling him loosen his grip, I ripped away and sprinted to the kitchen. My mind was focused on the only weapon in the house: a steak knife. My entire body shaking with fear and adrenaline, I ignored the gun shot that was fired in my direction and grabbed my kitchen knife. I wasn’t going to stop now that I had my weapon. Hell no. I’m not some Rambo-fighter chick. I can’t take down three armed men with a measly kitchen knife.
Apparently, I can’t out run the either, because I only took a few steps before I was yanked back by the edge of my vest and pinned to a rather hard and large chest. Things were definitely not looking up as I screamed and struggled against his chest. My feet flailing about in the air, I knew that my attempts of escape were futile. I was stuck…but I wasn’t going down without a fight damn it!
The other two continued to destroy my home and before long, I heard the bathtub running. Almost immediately headlines flashed before my eyes: “Beloved children’s author murdered by notorious gang.” Jesus, I need to stop thinking.
“Let me go, you bastard! Let me go!”
“Where is Dustin?”
“I don’t know!” I screamed as he carried me towards the bathroom. “Please, just let me go!”
“You are lying, bitch.” The man carrying me said calmly in my ear. I cringed and leaned away. “We hate liars.”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the tears to stop. I was going to die. Either that or they were going to torture me till I begged for death. Helplessly, I was carried none to gently into the bathroom where Thug number two was filling my tub. My eyes were glued to the tub as I multiplied my struggles and screams. I don’t wanna die!
“Shit! Shut her up!”
His command was answered when I was thrown on my back into the tub of cold water. Panic engulfing my entire being, the water rushed into my mouth and nose, choking off my screams. Shutting my eyes, I struggled to pry the iron grip from my neck. My feet pounded against the wall and water splashed everywhere. Feeling the hands pull me up, I coughed out water and sobs as I forced by eyes open. In the watery haze, I saw my captor hover over me, a look of satisfaction on his face. The bastard.
Barely hearing him over my gasps for breath, I glared as he inched closer. “All right, girly. I’m gonna ask nice. Where is Dustin?”
I felt the water soak everything as I looked at the two men who wanted nothing more than to destroy my little brother. Sure, he’s a social reject. But he’s my BROTHER! Thug one, two, and three can just kiss my ass. I coughed up more water. “Don’t call me girly, ass-hole.”
“Well,” his smug look disappeared. “Aren’t you a stubborn bitch.”
“What was your first clue?”
I was shoved under the water once again, and my struggles ensued once again. This time, my struggles were weaker…but I was good. I got the last word in, and I kicked ass. Soon, I couldn’t feel anything and my thoughts of death dissipated.
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Date: 2006-03-07 02:54 pm (UTC)