Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 04:13:23 +1100
From: Sakura Kangen <sakurakangen@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding You Chapter 8 of many (gay/college)
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And now, without further adieu.....
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FINDING YOU: CHAPTER EIGHT - Housecleaning
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Chris and I sat down around the table, having finished our sweeping
chores for the day. The house was really beautiful, with traditional
Japanese architecture once again triumphant in it's ability to be both
practical and beautiful.
Sabu-chan was a big help, but only after we had persuaded him that he was
under orders from his leige lord, and that it was his duty as a samurai
to obey. I wasn't sure how healthy fostering his delusions was, but I
guess children will always make up these imaginary games.
Tarou had made some tea, it was sitting in a pot in the center of the
table. I helped my self to a cup. I offered some to Chris but he made
a gagging motion. I guess green tea isn't everyone's.. well, cup of tea.
Tarou walked into the room.
"Ah, William, Chris, feel free to help yourself to the warm sake I just
heated. It's in the teapot." he said, just as I had taken a huge gulp of
the "tea" that I had just poured myself.
I dropped the glass and began clutching my neck as I felt the stronger
than usual rice wine burn my throat.
"Why.. did.. you.. put sake.. in a teapot? doushite!?" I spluttered.
Tarou laughed, "To trick you, of course!". He walked over with another
pot filled with real tea.
"Actually," he said, "I use a teapot to keep sake warm because teapots
hold the heat better - and I am making sashimi for bangohan so I'm sure
it will be good, ne?"
I nodded. "Right.."
Chris raised a hand tentatively, "What's sake? And sashimi? and
bangohan?"
I realised how excluded Chris must feel, not knowing anything about
Japan. I hugged him.
Chris blushed and said, "Uh, what was that all about?"
"I just realised how hard it must be for you not knowing Japanese."
"Hmm, yes," said Tarou, taking a seat next to us, and pouring some
tea, "Perhaps I could get Sabu-chan to teach you. Ha ha."
"Uh.." interjected Chris, "With all due respect, I don't think..."
"Hmm?" Tarou looked surprised, "Oh, no, no, I wasn't serious..."
He thought for a moment.. "Tell me, Chris, do you know your way
around inner Tokyo?"
Chris groaned and looked upward, remembering the day he had spent
with Hayaka-san, "I guess so. Why do you ask?"
"Well, the concierge that works in one of my company's buildings,
her name is Hayaka, she is very overworked, but if you were to assist
her, she could teach you Japanese as well."
Chris narrowed his eyes, "I've met her."
Tarou downed the rest of his tea/sake, "You have?!"
I interrupted, "Ha ha, she helped us find you here. She sends her
regards."
Tarou was surprised, "I see. I will thank her when I see her next."
He looked at Chris, "So, would you like to work for Hayaka-san?"
Chris looked wide-eyed, "You are offering me a job?"
"Well, you won't legally be employed, but I will of course waive your
housework responsibilities.."
Chris took a gulp of sake. "Deal", he said, placing the cup on the
table.
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Toby came back today. Callum was not looking forward to it. I mean, he
seemed like a nice guy and all, but Callum liked things with just his Dad.
He was playing with his favorite marble in his new room. He had a
computer now, but he hadn't started using it yet. Sometimes Callum liked
to postpone exciting things - made them more fun later, or at least he
thought so.
He dropped his marble when he heard the apartment door open. Dad was
back, and he probably brought Toby with him.
His hypothesis was confirmed when he could hear them talking as they
entered.
He just ignored them for a while, and continued playing with his
marble, but he quickly realised that this was not a sustainable solution
to the Toby problem. He would have to get used to this guy being around.
Callum marched into the living room, Toby was sitting on the couch
watching TV, and his Dad was doing some ironing on the far side of the
living room.
Callum walked up to Toby and said, "T..teach.. mm..me to make short-
bread like you do."
Toby feigned shock, "What was that?" he asked, amazed that Callum
actually spoke to him.
Callum stood there, looking pleadingly at Toby, with his lower lip
trembling, his eyes beginning to well up.
"Looks like that's all you're going to get out of him." said his dad
to Toby, "but I'd get in the kitchen and start making some shortbread!"
Toby smiled and stood up, "Okay, champ! Go and grab yourself a drink
and we'll get started!"
Callum grinned and followed Toby, hanging on to the bottom of his
shirt. His dad always found it curious that Callum could be so smart and
yet also so innocent and child-like.
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"Where the fuck have you been?" demanded an angry Jacob.
Tom attempted to explain, "Dude, we're sorry, but everyone's been saying
you're a fag..."
"Who's 'everyone'? Huh? You think just because my brother's gay, that
I am too, right?" Jacob was fuming, "and even if I was gay, what fucking
difference would it make?"
Tom looked frightened, "Dude, it wouldn't make any difference to us,
but.."
"But what?" Jacob gave him a chilling death stare.
"If we were seen with a gay guy.. like, people might think we're gay
too."
Jacob snorted, turning away from the three "friends" he was talking
to.
"Bullshit."
Dave spoke up, "Dude, it's true. Ever since you started hanging around
with that gay year seven kid, the rumours have been flying, man. Case in
point."
Jacob let his shoulders slump.
"You know what, fuck you guys." He said softly, "Just go and hang with
all the macho guys at lunch."
"They're all gay anyway", he added, and left the empty classroom.
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And that's all for this chapter. I will try and update around once a week.
Promise!
JAPANESE PHRASES USED IN THIS CHAPTER (which did not have inline english)
Bangohan - dinner
Sashimi - A raw fish delicacy
Sake - A type of rice wine that can be served hot and strong or cold
and smooth.
Doushite - Why?
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-SK
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