Fan Fiction ❯ Hoshi Dormitory ❯ Our New Occupant ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: FujiwaraNanashi 
Well the dorm's getting a new guy, how will everyone take it?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.14.2004 | Updated On: 07.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 214 | Status: Completed
Well the dorm's getting a new guy, how will everyone take it?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.14.2004 | Updated On: 07.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 214 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: The characters are mine. All mine. Take them and I will pry out your eyes with a spork and then cut off your tongue with rusty scissors.
Chapter 1
Our New Occupant
Everyone had quickly gotten situated and everyone was off doing one thing or another getting ready for the first semester due to start the next day when the door was kicked open. Waddling in, carrying a vast amount of luggage, was a bleached blonde haired young man. “Helloooo!” he yelled, his voice giving away his foreign accent. He was quite apparently Japanese and dressed in nice clothing, baggy khaki pants, a dress shirt, and a teal sweater vest. Waddling several more steps, he dropped one of his suitcases and fell, tripping over it.
Amaya’s ears twitched, hearing the thunk and popped into a sitting position on the couch. “I swear to drunk I’m not god! Er.. Wait..” Realizing no one who’d care was there, she turned her attention to the boy laying motionless on the floor. “Who the heck are you, the one on the floor? The possibly dead one? ...Did Gabriel do this to you?” If it was Gabriel’s hand craft, he could very well have been dead. “...Wait, I should be calling an ambulance shouldn’t I? ..Nah, dude, you alive?”
The body groaned, lifting his head up and then the rest of his body as well. So much for a graceful entry. “I’m Sen Mitsu. This is the dormitory I’m suppose to be at isn’t it?” He thought it was so, but whenever he asked a student for help finding it, they just gave him strange looks and walked away speedily. What was so bad about this dorm?
“Ah! Okay!” Amaya smiled getting herself up. It was time for introductions. “Everyone get your half-witted asses down here!” Turning to Sen she tried to appear friendly, not that she cared at all, but her boss said if they got her out of treatment she’d actually have to do her job. “I have a feeling you’re just going to love it here Sen!” she exclaimed clasping her hands together, looking courtly with a large grin on her face. Turning to the stairs to await everyone’s arrival at the bottom she introduced herself, “I’m Amaya Higgins, the caretaker of this institution. It’s a pleasure for you to meet me I’m sure.”
Sydney’s dorm room door swung open, Adrian and she stumbling out of the room and into the main room kissing and in each other’s embrace. Noticing the new guy, Sydney hastily separated from Adrian voicing the question, “Who the hell are you? He looks really stupid. No, he doesn’t and that wasn’t a nice thing to say. So what? I think he looks stupid. You’re stupid! No, I’m not! Shut up! No, you shut up! Fine. I’m not talking to you.” she said haughtily, crossing her arms, only to have herself reply, “And I’m defiantly not talking to you!” She began glaring at thin air, where she apparently thought her other self to be.
Lazily, Amaya waved to the two, “Adrian Baldoyer and Sydney Gallagher.” Whispering so they couldn’t hear, Amaya held up four fingers, “Three words about Sydney, skitzo.” Sen stared at her blankly, his eye twitching every other second or so.
The two residents of the third story came down next, Cho bouncing happily down, fallowed by a less enthused Gabriel. “Hi! So you’re the new guy, huh, are you like Chinese or something? Cool!!” Cho chanted energetically. It was getting on Sen’s nerves quite efficiently, which was well noted by Gabriel.
Glaring, Gabriel ordered, “Cho, go raid Adrian’s room.” Seeing Adrian glare, she glanced innocently back. Even if her had wanted to do something back, she knew he wouldn’t. It would defiantly keep Cho preoccupied momentarily too.
“Do I have to..?” she whined, knowing it was no use because Gabriel wouldn’t answer. “Oh, poot. Wait! Adrian, my love, come with!” Not waiting for a response she jumped on him, trying not to let go as much as he struggled. Successfully kicking her off, he broke out into a sprint up to his room, Cho fallowing close behind. “Adrian take me with you, take me!!”
“Never!!” he yelled in reply as he dodged random objects in the hall desperately trying to reach his room before Cho could. He had to escape and get weapons. It was his only line of defense, his only chance for survival.
Meanwhile Gabriel stood glaring at Sen wordlessly.
Amaya was recovering from the display, hoping the new guy wouldn’t leave as quickly as he came, “Um, since Cho is currently preoccupied, Gabriel Valentine, meet Sen Mitsu. The new border.” Lovely, Gabriel was being intimidating again. Amaya wondered if she knew it had the tenancy to scare people away.
“Sen... Your name means wood fairy, correct? Of course I’m right, right Pixie?” Turning around and heading up to her room wordlessly, she was satisfied. The boy would stay. It would certainly spice up the place, not that it needed any seasoning.
Amaya smiled, that went better than expected. “See! These are the nicest people you’ll ever meet and the only people you’ll ever want or need to know!” If anyone needed help in Hoshi, someone else was bound to know how to do it. Getting them to wasn’t necessarily easy, but they would if you tried hard enough.
Sen looked stunned, who were these people? He didn’t think it was likely that he would survive the year, but it was too late to go back now. If he did, it would only prove his mother right, that he should have stayed home and there was no way he’d do that. It was his decision to come and he was going stick to it. “Yeah, so do I get to see my room?”
“Uh..” she paused for a moment before figuring out what he said, “Yes? Now for a tour!” Dragging him to the first door she pointed to a door with numerous abstract designs, “This would be Sydney’s room, not that you couldn’t figure that it was either Sydney’s or Adrian’s.. though they might as well just live in the same room. The room to the right is empty. We don’t know what happened to the last guy who lived in there, though I have my suspicions.” Pointing over to a room labeled bathroom in what looked to be dripping red paint, Amaya continued, “That is the bathroom, it’s co-ed, though I would advise against using it unless you find it absolutely necessary because a guy killed himself in there a few years back and I don’t think he left.” As the two moved onto the second floor, Amaya dragging Sen by his wrist with her extremely strong grip, they stopped at the ‘secret’ wine stash. “That would be mine. Go in there and you will die. Do I make myself clear?” she threatened before pointing to another room. “That one’s mine, never mind all the brown stains. The other room is Adrian’s and we don’t know why there are so many locks. It may be because of his mysterious job or because of Cho, we don’t know, but we can speculate.” As they headed to the next level, she stopped at the first door on the far left. “This is Cho’s ‘pad.’ I wouldn’t recommend you go in there unless you want her to dye your hair pink. Believe me I know.” She ruffled her very pink hair and then pointed to the farthest down door within place of a number, a letter Z. “That’s Gabriel’s room. Please avoid it. Even if it were to cause you your life avoid it because either way you’d die, but chances are the other person would make it a lot less painful. Oh, and the middle one’s your room! Enjoy!” Amaya let go of his wrist and skipped down the stairs and off to her ‘secret’ wine stash.
Observing his door, Sen saw what looked to be bullet holes. “Why are there all the holes in the door?!” he hollered down to Amaya. She looked to be the only one that didn’t really scare him, well, as much anyway.
Amaya figured he’d probably ask that much, “Eye holes!” They might as well be so it sounded reasonable enough. Hopping the boy wouldn’t ask for more assistance, she began selecting her drink. What to have? A strawberry tequila...
Eyeing the door skeptically, he shrugged. It would have to work and dragged up his luggage to the closet. Proceeding to open the closet so he could put away the stuff he turned back to grab a bag, but saw something de didn’t expect and fell over. “Holy fucking shit!!!” he screamed, backing away with one hand and his feet, while the other had gripped his chest. “It’s a, a, a, a b-b-b.. bo-...duh-yy!”
From a hole in the wall that was covered by a ratty towel came movement. Gabriel stuck her head threw, so he’d found it. The pixie-boy was smarter then he looked. Maybe he deserved her help with finding the correct word to say, “Body?”
“Body!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. It looked like it had been there for a while and the head was smashed in with something. He was so not going to live. Have a heart attack at the prime age of nineteen, great. Goodbye, cruel world.
“At least he said it.” she muttered, putting the towel back in place. All the racket was growing bothersome.
Amaya, bottle in hand leaned on the doorway, “Problem?” The new guy seemed to have issues, maybe for Christmas she’d give him a tissue for it or something. That would be a nice present.
“There’s a body in my room!!!!!” he continued to scream. Why didn’t see looked fazed? Could it be only a pigment of his imagination? No, there defiantly was a body in his room. A real dead body in his room.
That was what all the noise was about. The kid really was new. “Dead or alive?”
How could the drunken idiot be asking that? “Dead!!” Of course it would be a dead body. What the hell.
Amaya scratched her nose, “Oh, so that’s where she put him.” She had always wondered where Gabriel had put Sydney’s annoying pervert of a next door neighbor, but never thought to look in the room next to Gaby’s. She wondered how Gabriel got rid of the smell. “One second please.” she smiled pleasantly. The body would just simply have to be removed. Walking out into the hallway and banging on her door, Amaya yelled, “Gabriel take the body out of the new guy’s room!”
Hearing the annoyance, Gabriel accidently pulled the trigger on the gun she’d been fiddling with causing it to go off. “You only found one?” she yelled in reply. She could have sworn she put more in there. Oh, well. Did Amaya mean she actually had to remove it? “Wait, I don’t wanna!”
In times of need Amaya had to resort to drastic measures, “I’ll give you a dollar!” It had better have worked. It always worked. She reached into her wallet and pulled out her beautiful, green one dollar bill. It would be a sad parting, but sometimes one just had to let things go.
She had to use it didn’t she. “Fine!” Gabriel screamed gabbing the dollar out of Amaya’s hand and preceded into Sen’s room. “Hello, dear.” she greeted, her red eyes giving off a dull glow. Picking up the body by its leg she dragged it down the hallway and out of sight. A few moments later her head poked back in the room, “Hey, Pixie. If you call the police, I’ll kill you.” With a wink she vanished back to the obis otherwise known as her room.
Looking into the room, Amaya was satisfied with Gabriel’s clean up job. It looked habitable. “Well, now that that’s taken care of, have fun getting settled in. Toodles.” Back to what she was doing before she was so rudely interrupted, if only she could remember what it was.
Chapter 1
Our New Occupant
Everyone had quickly gotten situated and everyone was off doing one thing or another getting ready for the first semester due to start the next day when the door was kicked open. Waddling in, carrying a vast amount of luggage, was a bleached blonde haired young man. “Helloooo!” he yelled, his voice giving away his foreign accent. He was quite apparently Japanese and dressed in nice clothing, baggy khaki pants, a dress shirt, and a teal sweater vest. Waddling several more steps, he dropped one of his suitcases and fell, tripping over it.
Amaya’s ears twitched, hearing the thunk and popped into a sitting position on the couch. “I swear to drunk I’m not god! Er.. Wait..” Realizing no one who’d care was there, she turned her attention to the boy laying motionless on the floor. “Who the heck are you, the one on the floor? The possibly dead one? ...Did Gabriel do this to you?” If it was Gabriel’s hand craft, he could very well have been dead. “...Wait, I should be calling an ambulance shouldn’t I? ..Nah, dude, you alive?”
The body groaned, lifting his head up and then the rest of his body as well. So much for a graceful entry. “I’m Sen Mitsu. This is the dormitory I’m suppose to be at isn’t it?” He thought it was so, but whenever he asked a student for help finding it, they just gave him strange looks and walked away speedily. What was so bad about this dorm?
“Ah! Okay!” Amaya smiled getting herself up. It was time for introductions. “Everyone get your half-witted asses down here!” Turning to Sen she tried to appear friendly, not that she cared at all, but her boss said if they got her out of treatment she’d actually have to do her job. “I have a feeling you’re just going to love it here Sen!” she exclaimed clasping her hands together, looking courtly with a large grin on her face. Turning to the stairs to await everyone’s arrival at the bottom she introduced herself, “I’m Amaya Higgins, the caretaker of this institution. It’s a pleasure for you to meet me I’m sure.”
Sydney’s dorm room door swung open, Adrian and she stumbling out of the room and into the main room kissing and in each other’s embrace. Noticing the new guy, Sydney hastily separated from Adrian voicing the question, “Who the hell are you? He looks really stupid. No, he doesn’t and that wasn’t a nice thing to say. So what? I think he looks stupid. You’re stupid! No, I’m not! Shut up! No, you shut up! Fine. I’m not talking to you.” she said haughtily, crossing her arms, only to have herself reply, “And I’m defiantly not talking to you!” She began glaring at thin air, where she apparently thought her other self to be.
Lazily, Amaya waved to the two, “Adrian Baldoyer and Sydney Gallagher.” Whispering so they couldn’t hear, Amaya held up four fingers, “Three words about Sydney, skitzo.” Sen stared at her blankly, his eye twitching every other second or so.
The two residents of the third story came down next, Cho bouncing happily down, fallowed by a less enthused Gabriel. “Hi! So you’re the new guy, huh, are you like Chinese or something? Cool!!” Cho chanted energetically. It was getting on Sen’s nerves quite efficiently, which was well noted by Gabriel.
Glaring, Gabriel ordered, “Cho, go raid Adrian’s room.” Seeing Adrian glare, she glanced innocently back. Even if her had wanted to do something back, she knew he wouldn’t. It would defiantly keep Cho preoccupied momentarily too.
“Do I have to..?” she whined, knowing it was no use because Gabriel wouldn’t answer. “Oh, poot. Wait! Adrian, my love, come with!” Not waiting for a response she jumped on him, trying not to let go as much as he struggled. Successfully kicking her off, he broke out into a sprint up to his room, Cho fallowing close behind. “Adrian take me with you, take me!!”
“Never!!” he yelled in reply as he dodged random objects in the hall desperately trying to reach his room before Cho could. He had to escape and get weapons. It was his only line of defense, his only chance for survival.
Meanwhile Gabriel stood glaring at Sen wordlessly.
Amaya was recovering from the display, hoping the new guy wouldn’t leave as quickly as he came, “Um, since Cho is currently preoccupied, Gabriel Valentine, meet Sen Mitsu. The new border.” Lovely, Gabriel was being intimidating again. Amaya wondered if she knew it had the tenancy to scare people away.
“Sen... Your name means wood fairy, correct? Of course I’m right, right Pixie?” Turning around and heading up to her room wordlessly, she was satisfied. The boy would stay. It would certainly spice up the place, not that it needed any seasoning.
Amaya smiled, that went better than expected. “See! These are the nicest people you’ll ever meet and the only people you’ll ever want or need to know!” If anyone needed help in Hoshi, someone else was bound to know how to do it. Getting them to wasn’t necessarily easy, but they would if you tried hard enough.
Sen looked stunned, who were these people? He didn’t think it was likely that he would survive the year, but it was too late to go back now. If he did, it would only prove his mother right, that he should have stayed home and there was no way he’d do that. It was his decision to come and he was going stick to it. “Yeah, so do I get to see my room?”
“Uh..” she paused for a moment before figuring out what he said, “Yes? Now for a tour!” Dragging him to the first door she pointed to a door with numerous abstract designs, “This would be Sydney’s room, not that you couldn’t figure that it was either Sydney’s or Adrian’s.. though they might as well just live in the same room. The room to the right is empty. We don’t know what happened to the last guy who lived in there, though I have my suspicions.” Pointing over to a room labeled bathroom in what looked to be dripping red paint, Amaya continued, “That is the bathroom, it’s co-ed, though I would advise against using it unless you find it absolutely necessary because a guy killed himself in there a few years back and I don’t think he left.” As the two moved onto the second floor, Amaya dragging Sen by his wrist with her extremely strong grip, they stopped at the ‘secret’ wine stash. “That would be mine. Go in there and you will die. Do I make myself clear?” she threatened before pointing to another room. “That one’s mine, never mind all the brown stains. The other room is Adrian’s and we don’t know why there are so many locks. It may be because of his mysterious job or because of Cho, we don’t know, but we can speculate.” As they headed to the next level, she stopped at the first door on the far left. “This is Cho’s ‘pad.’ I wouldn’t recommend you go in there unless you want her to dye your hair pink. Believe me I know.” She ruffled her very pink hair and then pointed to the farthest down door within place of a number, a letter Z. “That’s Gabriel’s room. Please avoid it. Even if it were to cause you your life avoid it because either way you’d die, but chances are the other person would make it a lot less painful. Oh, and the middle one’s your room! Enjoy!” Amaya let go of his wrist and skipped down the stairs and off to her ‘secret’ wine stash.
Observing his door, Sen saw what looked to be bullet holes. “Why are there all the holes in the door?!” he hollered down to Amaya. She looked to be the only one that didn’t really scare him, well, as much anyway.
Amaya figured he’d probably ask that much, “Eye holes!” They might as well be so it sounded reasonable enough. Hopping the boy wouldn’t ask for more assistance, she began selecting her drink. What to have? A strawberry tequila...
Eyeing the door skeptically, he shrugged. It would have to work and dragged up his luggage to the closet. Proceeding to open the closet so he could put away the stuff he turned back to grab a bag, but saw something de didn’t expect and fell over. “Holy fucking shit!!!” he screamed, backing away with one hand and his feet, while the other had gripped his chest. “It’s a, a, a, a b-b-b.. bo-...duh-yy!”
From a hole in the wall that was covered by a ratty towel came movement. Gabriel stuck her head threw, so he’d found it. The pixie-boy was smarter then he looked. Maybe he deserved her help with finding the correct word to say, “Body?”
“Body!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. It looked like it had been there for a while and the head was smashed in with something. He was so not going to live. Have a heart attack at the prime age of nineteen, great. Goodbye, cruel world.
“At least he said it.” she muttered, putting the towel back in place. All the racket was growing bothersome.
Amaya, bottle in hand leaned on the doorway, “Problem?” The new guy seemed to have issues, maybe for Christmas she’d give him a tissue for it or something. That would be a nice present.
“There’s a body in my room!!!!!” he continued to scream. Why didn’t see looked fazed? Could it be only a pigment of his imagination? No, there defiantly was a body in his room. A real dead body in his room.
That was what all the noise was about. The kid really was new. “Dead or alive?”
How could the drunken idiot be asking that? “Dead!!” Of course it would be a dead body. What the hell.
Amaya scratched her nose, “Oh, so that’s where she put him.” She had always wondered where Gabriel had put Sydney’s annoying pervert of a next door neighbor, but never thought to look in the room next to Gaby’s. She wondered how Gabriel got rid of the smell. “One second please.” she smiled pleasantly. The body would just simply have to be removed. Walking out into the hallway and banging on her door, Amaya yelled, “Gabriel take the body out of the new guy’s room!”
Hearing the annoyance, Gabriel accidently pulled the trigger on the gun she’d been fiddling with causing it to go off. “You only found one?” she yelled in reply. She could have sworn she put more in there. Oh, well. Did Amaya mean she actually had to remove it? “Wait, I don’t wanna!”
In times of need Amaya had to resort to drastic measures, “I’ll give you a dollar!” It had better have worked. It always worked. She reached into her wallet and pulled out her beautiful, green one dollar bill. It would be a sad parting, but sometimes one just had to let things go.
She had to use it didn’t she. “Fine!” Gabriel screamed gabbing the dollar out of Amaya’s hand and preceded into Sen’s room. “Hello, dear.” she greeted, her red eyes giving off a dull glow. Picking up the body by its leg she dragged it down the hallway and out of sight. A few moments later her head poked back in the room, “Hey, Pixie. If you call the police, I’ll kill you.” With a wink she vanished back to the obis otherwise known as her room.
Looking into the room, Amaya was satisfied with Gabriel’s clean up job. It looked habitable. “Well, now that that’s taken care of, have fun getting settled in. Toodles.” Back to what she was doing before she was so rudely interrupted, if only she could remember what it was.