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Just a little present from me.


It wasn't until about ten that things started going belly up.

Of course, I had taken utmost effort to stir up much earlier, not too keen on giving my unwitting guest a scope to take and leg it along with half my flat on her back — not that she would, I think, but even despite my feelings, the congenital fear of putting a stranger up under my roof still loomed somewhere in the back of my hectically machinating brain, filling me with this sort of unrest one would feel leaving his car without a windscreen on the street overnight.

Not that I wasn't happy. If my word isn't enough to convince you, I reckon the breakfast I had prepared while she was still sleeping would be more than enough to assure you of my excellent mood. In all honesty, I think I hadn't made a meal so spectacular for years before that day. Sunny-side-up fried eggs, a dozen of French toasts beaming happily with their ketchup-made faces, a poorly mixed, but healthy tomato salad, two cups of tea made with the best leaves I could muster. One would think a wayward princess had strolled into my house, and I was doing everything in my strength not to offend her royal highness with my ordinary cooking.

Does that make me an idiot? If it does, then I probably wouldn't mind forfeiting my smarts.

“Fukuzai,” I called her majesty's name, knocking on the bedroom's door ever so gently. “Fukuzai, are you up? It's almost ten, sleepyhead.”
There was commotion to be heard on the other side, and moments after, the lock clicked open, and a dozy noggin peered out through the gap.
“... yeah, quit whining, fucking hell. What are you, my landlady? Shut up...”

I had to grind the heel of my left foot into the toes of my right to retain a straight face, I admit. It had been a long time since the last time a barely dressed girl received me on the doorstep of my own room, and ugly vocabulary aside, she really was a sight to behold. I don't mean to exaggerate, don't get me wrong, but if you've never seen somebody with her sort of stare, pouting up at you from behind a dishevelled fringe, absently letting her dress-shirt slither off her shoulder, scratching at her freckled cheek, all while giving you the looks that would send a pack of grizzly bears whimpering back into their cave, you don't know much about women. Or homeless women, for all that means to you.

“Get yer eyes off my tits,” she snapped at me suddenly.
“Ah, yeah, um...” I stammered, turning away. Was I really so careless as to let myself be that mesmerised by her ruffled looks? “S—sorry. Er, anyhow, breakfast is ready, so... ”
“... so?” she drilled her mismatched pupils into mine.
“Don't glare at me like that!” I squealed. “What have I ever done to you?!”
I don't think there had ever been somebody able of making me forget my cool as quick as her.
“... just get to the point,” she groaned. “... before you lose a certain body part.”
“Oh, yes... yes, you're right, er...” I coughed myself back to order. “I've almost finish making breakfast, so if you want to go and smarten up before we eat, now would be the good time—”
“... you made food for me?” Her tone was more disgusted than pleased. “... what the fuck are you thinking?...”
“Is there in particular you'd like to eat?” I asked diplomatically.
“... don't bother,” she told me, slipping past towards the bathroom. “Whatever you made, I won't complain.”

It was probably due to the fact she had showered the previous evening, but the scent she left hanging in the air behind her nearly made my brain hit the mental ejection seat switch.

Soon after, we found ourselves at the table in the living room, not much less distressed by each other's presence, but certainly a lot more awake than we were minutes before. Weather outside, I noticed, had just started shifting into grey nonsense.

“Should have told me you didn't like eggs,” I noted tartly.
“...” Fukuzai kept quiet, her hands busy nibbling at the meal.
“If you don't want to, don't force yourself.”
“... shut up...” She impaled the egg on her fork and put it whole inside her mouth.

I could only watch her struggle to hold back the gag reflex as she attempted to swallow it all at once. Needless to say, her expression wasn't all too thrilled afterwards.

“Don't you want to, er... put more clothes on?” I asked her when she'd finished shaking in revulsion. “It's sort of cold today.”
“... does it bother you?”
“No, I... I suppose I'm just not used to having a girl over,” I explained. “It's giving me the... the... It's making me sort of nervous, you know.”
“... sigh,” she threw a glance towards the hall. “... just tell me to get the fuck out and I'll be gone.”
“No, don't get me wrong,” I defended. “It's not that you're troubling me, heck, it was my idea in the first place, wasn't it? I invited you to spend the night here, even if...”

… even if I knew jack-shit-and-absolutely-fuck-all about who she was. I had looked through my database the day before, sure, but my records contained nobody by the name of 'Fukuzai Toorima', nor a single twenty-so runaway student fitting her identikit. No, in all honesty I would have found it been strange if they had. It was a fake name, I knew it full well — a smart move, I had to say, for somebody as apparently unconcerned as she.

“... even if?” she gave me a narked sort of look. “... just grow a pair and tell me to fuck off already. All this fretting is seriously wearing thin.”
“No,” I shook my head, “I'm not going to, so stop even saying things like that. I couldn't call myself a man if I kicked you out into the rain without any consideration for the fact that you're a... a girl – a woman.”
“Ha!” Fukuzai snorted bitterly. “What is this? Are you so desperate you would fall in love with the first piece of ass you see that doesn't downright shun you on the spot? How many times do I have to tell you I have no interest in—”
“Oh, lay it off, would you!” I considered slamming my fist on the table, but quickly gave up the notion. “I told you this wasn't about me wanting or not to shag you, damn it! I'm doing this because—”
“—because you're a hopeless fucking moron with a fucking white knight complex,” Fukuzai filled in her own version of my intents. “... fuck off, Benji,” she hissed. “Jam that sense of self-righteousness up your hairy ass and leave me the fuck alone already.”
“Oh yeah?” I lashed out. “Is that what you want? Why did you take me up on my offer, then? Because you were wet and cold, on the verge of falling ill, sleeping at an abandoned bus stop in the middle of the blooming autumn? Because I was your only hope of going through the month without coughing your bloody lungs out every fucking day, maybe? Which is it?”

“...” Fukuzai grit her teeth so hard I could almost hear the enamel getting slowly ground away. “... just shut up...”
“You wanted me to grow a pair, so I am!” I could hardly hold back a victorious grin. “Now, if you'd be so kind to cut the chatter and finish off that toast, I'm sure all the starving children in Africa would be very grateful. Go on,” I encouraged. “Don't give me that glare. No need to say thanks, just dig in, and when you're done, we'll—”


Both of us sallied from our seats at the unexpected sound of the doorbell going off.
“Shite!...” I cursed. “Wait here—...”

I rushed off to the door and spied through the peep-hole, expecting the worst to come and make the morning even tougher to chew through. I wasn't far off.
Who awaited at the other side was my best friend Merry – Murray, according to his ID, although neither of us ever used that name. He was fitted with a full woodland acu, and even had that ridiculous hat of his on to boot.

Bollocks!...” I bit at my fingernail.

I had completely forgotten today was the date of our monthly road-trip across the countryside — our tradition, a sort of a systematic get-together for the two of us to keep our bonds strong, established shortly after my parents had passed away. Now, not only would I need to explain why I was absolutely unprepared to set off as supposed to, but also why exactly there was a half-naked, narked-looking girl chowing down on my food back in my living room. Bloody ace, I congratulated myself, a brilliant cock-up.

“Hello, mate! Cracking morning, isn't it!...” I announced, grinning like an idiot as I opened the door. “Look, before you say anything, let me tell you there has been a tiny, little hold-up. You see...”

>> No. 28517
do go on
>> No. 28519
Yay Fuku!

More please~
>> No. 28915
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Time was still early, and the weather was well-nigh perfect for an autumn noon, with not a single cloud tainting the azure sky, foreboding the beginning of an excellent day. However grim and not at all pleasant the start of it had been, Fukuzai felt elated now that she had gone outdoors again at last. With near-extatic bliss, she drew a deeper breath of the ozone-fragrant air, inclined to express that joy to the world as a whole.

―"... FUCK!"

From the nearest bush, a couple of yellow-bellied thrushes shot out in panic at the cry, wailing themselves as they fled to the safety of tree branches above. Fukuzai forced a catty smirk onto her dry, cracked lips, and heaved her luggage. There hadn't been a single chance to curse out loud ever since that pain-in-the-behind gumshoe had glued himself to her slacks, and with that yell, she felt as if she had tasted clean air after a long time underwater.


How stupid he'd been, she thought, casting a glance over the shoulder at the inn. So stupid as to let her fare off on her own without much difficulty, after all these displays of his fanatical itching to nurse her. Served him right, for being so awfully bent on doing it against her own, god-damned will. No better lesson than a hard-learned one. It might have been a bit ungrateful of her, sure, impudent even, but the guy needed a slap on the wrist real hard, and Fukuzai was more than eager to deliver the blow.
In a manner of speaking.

He had tried to force his unwanted help on her, after all. All right, to be perfectly honest, he may have proven useful once or twice, but it was a merely a speck of gold in a giant pile of steaming muck. He may have helped, once, but she had not needed it, never asked for it. He was a pain, a nuisance, a rock in the boot, a splinter under the nail, a rancorous log on her already toilsome trail. She didn't want it, that condoling aid of his.
There simply wasn't a place for the snoopy dick in her little world, and even if she still wore the jacked he had given her the time they had first met, she still...

―"... sigh."

It looked like a good idea at the time. Who'd have thought it'd wind up ugly like this? Not me. It's his fault. His freaking fault, god damn it.

Scowling, she regarded the graveled road ahead.

This isn't the time to be thinking about that moron.

Indeed, there were other concerns at hand. Somehow her employer had managed to come through with an assignment for her even here, in this far-flung hell-hole; and bizarre as it was, Fukuzai felt somewhat delighted with the assiduity. It gave her a task to occupy her thoughts, a purpose, something her mind needed desperately right now.
As well as the money.

Because food didn't grow on trees. Places to sleep didn't find themselves. Work didn't get miraculously done by somebody else when she wasn't looking. Even though she had spent the last few days freeloading off of a certain half-wit, that carefree time had to end sooner or later, and what better occasion there was than this? It was all an exception that she would rather never repeated; and as for overprotective oafs, they could go to hell for all she cared, glue their pesky snouts shut until she closed her eyes and ears for good.

Slightly angry, she set off down the path in a brisk pace, finally letting the damned inn disappear behind the trees. Swaying with her steps, a wrinkled envelope peered out of her pocket, a name and a number scribbled in blue ink on the front.

Aadi Patel

#75 105 108 108

He would not wait long.