A Oneway Ticket to America
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author's notes: Heh... I love the Drew Carey show, seriously I do... and this story was inspired by the "Marriage to Mr. Wick" arch. LOL Yeah, I know... pathetic huh? Well, we gotta start somewhere!
"..." - English speech
/.../ - Japanese speech
~...~ - thoughts
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Chichiri reclined in his chair, staring up at the ceiling of his home. He kept on replaying the scene in his head, over and over. How Kouran approached him, Hikou's arm clasped around her shoulder. His fiancee of three years, came to him, said those words, "Chichiri... it's over. I'm sorry... but... I love Hikou."
Kouran, his fiancee, with Hikou, his best friend... it was enough to make him suicidal. In fact for the week after that, Chichiri avoided work and sat in the quiet of his house drinking. What made the fact worse, was that he had never been a heavy alcohol drinker in the first place.
The bottle dropped from his hands, and rolled around on the floor. Finally he groaned, "What do you want?"
The tapping at his door stopped short, and the voice replied, "Come on Chichiri, we haven't seen you in weeks!"
The 26 year old, sat up and unlocked the door. His best friend pushed his head through the opening, forcing it open further. "Wow, you may have been depressed for a week, but your house is still spotless!" he exclaimed in his almost alto voice.
Chichiri cracked a small smile at that. He should have known, if there was one person that could cheer him up it was Nuriko. He was the most beautiful man he knew. He had the most feminine features, and the curve of his hips was enough to make any guy think he was a girl. But Nuriko was also a casual joker, and a player of all sexes.
"There now," Nuriko teased, "that's a pretty smile we all like to see!"
At that moment, two others walked in. One was another of Chichiri's good friends, Tamahome. He was the best martial artist on the east coast, at least that's what he liked to say. He had a thing for money, and making money, and keeping money, and no woman would stand between him and his money, except perhaps Miaka, but that's another story. The second was a foreigner, from Japan like the rest of them. He, like the others, had Chinese blood as well. According to Chichiri's recollection, his name was Tasuki, and his age was 24.
"Yo," Tamahome greeted and sat down on the couch.
"Wow, this place it so neat," Tasuki noted in his thick kansai accented voice. Chichiri's ears were tuned into his speech, and he was pretty impressed that the younger man could speak English so well, even though he had only been in American for a year. His accent was even slightly better than his own, which ended up becoming a strange pattern of speech.
Chichiri quickly brushed up his hospitiality, and he gathered up the bottle from the floor. "Sit, sit, sit no da!" he exclaimed, not stopping himself before he added the "no da" at the end of his sentence.
"I had to check up on you," Nuriko explained, "I can't have one of my best friends sitting locked in his house for weeks."
"Quite understandable n-- Nuriko."
"Kouran and Hikou still want to invite you to their wedding," Tamahome said after an uncomfortable moment of silence.
Chichiri, who was setting out snack food stopped short and he sat back in his chair. His powder blue bangs falling infront of his eyes as if it fell with his heart. "Married? This soon?"
His two friends nodded, while Tasuki shoveled the chips in his mouth. "Ya know," the red head said after a while, "ya gotta just give up on 'em."
Nuriko punched the boy in the side and cried, "Why did I bring you!?"
"Nah, it's alright Nuriko. I figured, I'd been putting off my marriage to Kouran so long that she'd eventually get sick of my procrastination."
/See? That's a positive way to look at things! Ya've been such a bad fiance, that it's was practically expected that she'd dump ya./ Tasuki had somehow switched to talking in Japanese, and was now recling casually next to Tamahome.
/Ahou!/ Nuriko and Tamahome said in unison, again beating up on the younger boy.
Chichiri stiffled a laugh. /Arigatou minna,/ he said finally, /You guys really cheered me up./
/I'm good at it,/ Tasuki said with a grin.
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Nuriko perched himself on the corner of Chichiri's large desk, crossing his legs. /Wai... poor Tasuki-chan,/ he moaned in Japanese.
"What about no da?" Chichiri asked, not looking up from his mounds of paperwork. The week off he took, resulted in alot of backwork, and he was working to complete it.
/He might get deported! His green card's expired and he doesn't have a job! I told him not to come to Boston!/ Nuriko pressed his hands to his face sadly. /I warned him that the goverment here is much more strict. There's no possible way for him to stay!/
"He could get married..."
Nuriko jumped off the desk, his bands perched on his hips. /Nani!? Are you kidding me? Marry? Like he has enough time?/
/It's his own fault,/ Chichiri said, switching to his home language. He was already riddled with paperwork, and his friend's chatter about someone he couldn't care less about was already getting to him.
/Woooo... Chichiri-chan, that's mean!/
"I hardly know the fool, why should I care no da?" Chichiri switched back to english, and he was now tapping at his computer. The way his fingers pounded at the keys, it was an obvious signal that he was through talking, and was now in "buisness mode."
~*~
Chichiri reclined in his chair, looking over the evaluation forms. His job as a department store owner payed well, but forced a lot of work on his chest. He wanted desperately to take a break, but something in his brain told him, "You already took a week off, get to work lazy butt!"
Suddenly someone was knocking on his door, slowly. He pushed away from his desk, glad for the interupption. "Come in, the door's open no da," Chichiri announced.
"Open? That's kinda dangerous, don't cha think?" The familar accent entered the room, and Chichiri turned to find Tasuki walking inside, closing the door behind him.
"Tasuki?" Chichiri asked, shock lacing his voice.
"You don't mind me bein' here, do ya?"
"No, of course not. But, what do you want?" Chichiri decided to get to the point as soon as possible. He wasn't in the mood to deal with someone he barely knew, eventhough he DID give him the break he so desperately wanted.
/Uhm.../ The younger man wrung his hands together nervously.
Chichiri stood up and faced him, his expression kind and forgiving. /Come, tell me./
/Ah... Chichiri-san... will you marry me?/
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author's note: HAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Chichiri's horribly cold in this, and I couldn't help it! Very short, very short indeed, but just an idea! Yeah, I know I should be writing my other stories, but this has been bugging me for a while. Tell me what you think please! ^.^
~*~
author's notes: Heh... I love the Drew Carey show, seriously I do... and this story was inspired by the "Marriage to Mr. Wick" arch. LOL Yeah, I know... pathetic huh? Well, we gotta start somewhere!
"..." - English speech
/.../ - Japanese speech
~...~ - thoughts
~*~
Chichiri reclined in his chair, staring up at the ceiling of his home. He kept on replaying the scene in his head, over and over. How Kouran approached him, Hikou's arm clasped around her shoulder. His fiancee of three years, came to him, said those words, "Chichiri... it's over. I'm sorry... but... I love Hikou."
Kouran, his fiancee, with Hikou, his best friend... it was enough to make him suicidal. In fact for the week after that, Chichiri avoided work and sat in the quiet of his house drinking. What made the fact worse, was that he had never been a heavy alcohol drinker in the first place.
The bottle dropped from his hands, and rolled around on the floor. Finally he groaned, "What do you want?"
The tapping at his door stopped short, and the voice replied, "Come on Chichiri, we haven't seen you in weeks!"
The 26 year old, sat up and unlocked the door. His best friend pushed his head through the opening, forcing it open further. "Wow, you may have been depressed for a week, but your house is still spotless!" he exclaimed in his almost alto voice.
Chichiri cracked a small smile at that. He should have known, if there was one person that could cheer him up it was Nuriko. He was the most beautiful man he knew. He had the most feminine features, and the curve of his hips was enough to make any guy think he was a girl. But Nuriko was also a casual joker, and a player of all sexes.
"There now," Nuriko teased, "that's a pretty smile we all like to see!"
At that moment, two others walked in. One was another of Chichiri's good friends, Tamahome. He was the best martial artist on the east coast, at least that's what he liked to say. He had a thing for money, and making money, and keeping money, and no woman would stand between him and his money, except perhaps Miaka, but that's another story. The second was a foreigner, from Japan like the rest of them. He, like the others, had Chinese blood as well. According to Chichiri's recollection, his name was Tasuki, and his age was 24.
"Yo," Tamahome greeted and sat down on the couch.
"Wow, this place it so neat," Tasuki noted in his thick kansai accented voice. Chichiri's ears were tuned into his speech, and he was pretty impressed that the younger man could speak English so well, even though he had only been in American for a year. His accent was even slightly better than his own, which ended up becoming a strange pattern of speech.
Chichiri quickly brushed up his hospitiality, and he gathered up the bottle from the floor. "Sit, sit, sit no da!" he exclaimed, not stopping himself before he added the "no da" at the end of his sentence.
"I had to check up on you," Nuriko explained, "I can't have one of my best friends sitting locked in his house for weeks."
"Quite understandable n-- Nuriko."
"Kouran and Hikou still want to invite you to their wedding," Tamahome said after an uncomfortable moment of silence.
Chichiri, who was setting out snack food stopped short and he sat back in his chair. His powder blue bangs falling infront of his eyes as if it fell with his heart. "Married? This soon?"
His two friends nodded, while Tasuki shoveled the chips in his mouth. "Ya know," the red head said after a while, "ya gotta just give up on 'em."
Nuriko punched the boy in the side and cried, "Why did I bring you!?"
"Nah, it's alright Nuriko. I figured, I'd been putting off my marriage to Kouran so long that she'd eventually get sick of my procrastination."
/See? That's a positive way to look at things! Ya've been such a bad fiance, that it's was practically expected that she'd dump ya./ Tasuki had somehow switched to talking in Japanese, and was now recling casually next to Tamahome.
/Ahou!/ Nuriko and Tamahome said in unison, again beating up on the younger boy.
Chichiri stiffled a laugh. /Arigatou minna,/ he said finally, /You guys really cheered me up./
/I'm good at it,/ Tasuki said with a grin.
~*~
Nuriko perched himself on the corner of Chichiri's large desk, crossing his legs. /Wai... poor Tasuki-chan,/ he moaned in Japanese.
"What about no da?" Chichiri asked, not looking up from his mounds of paperwork. The week off he took, resulted in alot of backwork, and he was working to complete it.
/He might get deported! His green card's expired and he doesn't have a job! I told him not to come to Boston!/ Nuriko pressed his hands to his face sadly. /I warned him that the goverment here is much more strict. There's no possible way for him to stay!/
"He could get married..."
Nuriko jumped off the desk, his bands perched on his hips. /Nani!? Are you kidding me? Marry? Like he has enough time?/
/It's his own fault,/ Chichiri said, switching to his home language. He was already riddled with paperwork, and his friend's chatter about someone he couldn't care less about was already getting to him.
/Woooo... Chichiri-chan, that's mean!/
"I hardly know the fool, why should I care no da?" Chichiri switched back to english, and he was now tapping at his computer. The way his fingers pounded at the keys, it was an obvious signal that he was through talking, and was now in "buisness mode."
~*~
Chichiri reclined in his chair, looking over the evaluation forms. His job as a department store owner payed well, but forced a lot of work on his chest. He wanted desperately to take a break, but something in his brain told him, "You already took a week off, get to work lazy butt!"
Suddenly someone was knocking on his door, slowly. He pushed away from his desk, glad for the interupption. "Come in, the door's open no da," Chichiri announced.
"Open? That's kinda dangerous, don't cha think?" The familar accent entered the room, and Chichiri turned to find Tasuki walking inside, closing the door behind him.
"Tasuki?" Chichiri asked, shock lacing his voice.
"You don't mind me bein' here, do ya?"
"No, of course not. But, what do you want?" Chichiri decided to get to the point as soon as possible. He wasn't in the mood to deal with someone he barely knew, eventhough he DID give him the break he so desperately wanted.
/Uhm.../ The younger man wrung his hands together nervously.
Chichiri stood up and faced him, his expression kind and forgiving. /Come, tell me./
/Ah... Chichiri-san... will you marry me?/
***
author's note: HAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Chichiri's horribly cold in this, and I couldn't help it! Very short, very short indeed, but just an idea! Yeah, I know I should be writing my other stories, but this has been bugging me for a while. Tell me what you think please! ^.^