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Blue Screen

Chapter One:
Cheeseburger with Fries, No Mustard

Downtown Diner

He sat down in a corner of the diner. He's a small guy with brown hair and his eyes a stormy blue, akin to my electric blue ones. He stared thoughtfully out the window and for whatever reason I wondered what he was thinking. He dressed himself in a blue shirt, black leather pants, black combat boots and a long black raincoat. Sunglasses held back his bangs. Matrix buff?

"Can you get that guy's order?" I heard behind me, looked at Leon and nodded. I walked over to the table in my white and blue uniform. I looked like a goof but when you're scraping the bottom of the barrel for money you'll do things you'd never believe. He looked up at me smiled and then returned to staring out the window.

"I'll take a cheeseburger with fries, no mustard and a Big Red." He said before I could even open my mouth. I nodded and wrote it down and turned back to the kitchen. Telling the cook the order I set about cleaning some various couple's dinner and continued my low paying job. When his order was made I gave it to him and he replied softly, 'thank you.'

I returned to the kitchen and washed dishes. That's how it's been for the past eight weeks. Every Thursday the cook goes and makes his meal a little before 8, he comes in, I give it to him and then he sits there for the next hour eating and staring out the window. There's hardly a word between us but he always smiles at me and says thank you. I don't know who he is or why he comes in every Thursday and to tell the truth I had no idea why he was on my mind right now.

It was late and I couldn't sleep. I was sitting on my bed, the blanket covering the knees that are at my chest, and staring out the rain covered window. It was dark except for the blue glow coming for the streetlight outside. New Seattle was always blue, was always rainy, and was a place I rather hated. I run a hand through my hair and then fall back onto my pillow staring at that slow moving fan on my ceiling.

'It's because he likes you' my roommate would always say. I look over at him. He's in his own full bed on the other side of the room. He's lying on his side, towards me, sleeping peacefully and I envy him. Leon was an odd guy. He's usually quiet but he's coming out of his shell a little and he loves to tease me. That's why he keeps saying that 'Black Leather' (as we like to call him) shows up every Thursday because he wants to look at me some more.

We call him 'Black Leather' because he's always wearing that black leather raincoat with some various clothing underneath. I hadn't asked his name because, hey, I'm just a waiter, who am I to ask? I shivered. I didn't know why but Leon had his blankets pushed down to the end of the bed but me? I was pulling my blankets around my chin because I was freezing. Rolling over onto my side away from Leon I close my eyes.

Westburna Apartments: Next Morning

The next morning I sat up and got out of bed. I looked around to find Leon gone and turned to my bed and made it. I contemplated making his too but figured it was his bed and I shouldn't have to fix it. I walked into the kitchen where he stood buttering bread. Toast. Sounded good enough. I walked over to him and leaned against the counter and reached for a piece. Instead he shoved a piece in my slightly open mouth. I took a bite and then after swallowing I muttered, 'Thanks.'

"You do know it's 1 in the afternoon don't you?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"Not like I have any plans."

"Haven't gotten that date with 'Black Leather' yet?" and I rolled my eyes.

"Wasn't aiming for it." I said and went into the living room and watched TV. Leon followed me.

"I still say he reminds me of someone." Leon said. Leon seemed to think he knew the guy. Not personally but he had seen him before. I figured he was just mixing this guy up with someone else. I didn't know and to tell the truth I didn't really care. "I'm going out later tonight. You want to come?"

"And stare at you and Yuffie making goo-goo eyes all night? Sorry but I just can't seem to find the time." I said and he shrugged.

"You know you're going to grow old and die in this apartment. Unless you're going to work or school you never leave this house do you?"

"Why so I can stare at sky scrappers ten times my size and watch cars fly over my head?"

"There's something called fun. Try it some time." He said. I sighed and stood up and walked back into our bedroom. I turned on the computer, connected to the internet and opened my instant messenger. Would you believe Microsoft lasted all these years? Apparently, Bill Gates Jr. is just as smart as Sr. was. A small glowy blue screen came up. I growled slightly. Everything is blue in this town. Words appeared on the screen.

Pitiful-Popstar: He's alive! Been awhile since we last talked.

Anti-socialIncarnate: Yeah, yeah sorry just been busy. Bills and work and school. Sometimes life is a pain in the ass.

Pitiful-Popstar: It's cool. So Riku, besides saving the world of starvation at work, what have you been up to?

Anti-socialIncarnate: Trying to kill myself. So far my roommate won't let me.

Pitiful-Popstar: Poor guy. Though I kind of have to side with your roommate. You're my sanity. Don't die on me yet.

Anti-socialIncarnate: Just because you want to keep your sanity doesn't mean I should have to endure insanity.

Pitiful-Popstar: Shows how good a friend you are lol. Anyways, nothing new has been happening?

Anti-socialIncarnate: Well I have a new customer at the diner. Some dude in black leather and sunglasses. He comes in every Thursday gets a cheeseburger and fries and sits there for an hour staring out the window.

Pitiful-Popstar: Sounds like a stalker. Better watch your back or you might be his next victim.

Anti-socialIncarnate: Yeah right. I'll make sure to carry some pepper spray from now on.

Pitiful-Popstar: Self-defense classes are open, I'm sure.

Anti-socialIncarnate: Oh crap, the only thing I need defense from is Leon's girlfriend. She's so perky. shudders I'm going to go hide in the bathroom. See you later.

He bade me goodbye and then I turned the computer off and went to the bathroom where I turned on the hot water. I heard Yuffie's voice over the sound of running water and rolled my eyes. She was loud, she was cheery, and she was basically just a lot of things I hated all rolled into one. I pulled off what little clothes I had on and stood under the shower spray.

I enjoyed showers. You see unlike most people I run pretty cold. I always have cold hands and feet. One day I stayed outside on a cold day. I had on gloves, coat, pants, and hat. It wasn't all that cold but yet after half an hour outside I was shivering and my lips were blue. That's why I enjoyed heat. Warmth was my kind of thing but living in New Seattle you didn't get a lot of that. Mostly you got rain, rain and more rain. That and blue.

Today was Sunday. No school, no work, no homework and as I heard the front door close I knew I had no annoying roommate either. It was my day. TV all day long and no need to stare at a long list of mathematical problems. I'm working on becoming a computer technician. I like puzzles and what's a computer but one big ass puzzle? I liked taking things apart, fixing them, and then putting them back together.

My mother had wanted me to be a real estate salesman like my father. She had said it was a safe well paying job. I had thought for a moment she was crazy. It didn't really bother her that I was going to be a computer technician either. It was safe and well paying. The only thing that bothered her was that I didn't have a girlfriend. Her main goal in life was seeing her son get a girlfriend, settle down, and have kids. If she hadn't eaten that last French fry she probably would have.

Yep that's right. Mommy dear died not too long ago. To tell the truth I wasn't exactly heart broken. She was in the middle of dinner at a restaurant with my dad and just keeled over. If I had been there I think I would have laughed. I mean I loved my mom (like hell loves a snowball) but I barely knew her enough to actually care if she was alive or not. Same thing with my dad. See they sent me to live with my uncle when I was about six or seven years old because they really hadn't wanted a child. When I was fifteen they decided they wanted me back and after a big custody battle with my uncle, they got their way.

I spent the next three years at my school, at the library, at a café in town, or in bed asleep. I rarely even shared meals with them because I didn't really like them. I still say I was adopted but when I say it they just laugh. They thought I was joking I guess. Well that or I really am and they're just laughing it off. I kind of wish I was because to know I'm related to those idiots irks me.

I turned off the shower after washing my hair and grabbed the towel hanging on the wall. I pulled on some clothes when I got back to the bedroom and wondered what the hell the day held for me next. A cigarette. That's what it held, so I walked over to the dresser and stole one of Leon's seeing as I forgot to buy myself some. I jack them off of Leon all the time and he has yet to notice. That or just doesn't care to say anything about it. Either way I was happy. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I opened the (near) empty fridge.

That piece of toast had hardly been filling and I knew that Leon wasn't planning on going grocery shopping anytime soon so, growling, I pulled on a coat and went outside. I hated grocery shopping. I got to stand in a building that crawled with people I didn't know and didn't care to know. But since Leon was such a lazy ass, someone had to do it and I doubted Casper the friendly ghost was living with us. So I started down the street. I took a moment to stare at the cars above my head. Flying to their next destination, you could barely see the sky through them. While I hated rain (and it was raining) I'd still rather see rain than a bunch of flying hunks of metal.

It looked like another boring day in my life. I walked into the grocery shop. I picked out the brand of whatever food we wanted and then paid for it. The cash register talked a lot, which annoyed me as it should. I kind of missed the days where teenagers stared at you, chewing gum, and talked in a monotone voice. It was so much better than these machines. They had arms to pick up the food and place it before them. A red light appeared, scanned it, and then put the food in the bag. Much more efficient than teenagers but they talked a lot. They were given a personality chip so then that way the customer could have someone to talk to I guess. Instead of making it pleasurable for me it made me feel like smashing the thing with a can of peas.

I walked out of the building and was about to start on the long walk home when I looked up and saw 'Black Leather' standing in front of a very nice car. "Hi" He said.

End Chapter

Well there's chapter one. I don't really have a lot of notes or anything but please, please, PLEASE review. For me? And I would also like to remind people that my site (which has yet to be finished) shall be hosting original and fanart so if you can draw, send it in to me. Gambitloverhotmail.com Well I hoped you liked reading it as much as I did writing it. Love ya,

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