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Sacrifice

Chapter 14: On the Job Mishaps I

By: Melissa Norvell

XI

"Alright," Tsurugi looked around at the inside of a house he'd been assigned to take care of by his latest employer. "It's been a while since I've been in an actual house. I don't really know how any of these things work."

The angel scratched his head, looking at a nearby dishwasher, "but I suppose now would be a good time to learn. Dishwasher…I guess you wash dishes in here." He pointed to the door, then opened it and peered inside at the dish racks, curious eyes looking around in awe at the new found objects before them.

"I guess you wash dishes in here," he commented. "Where do I load them? I guess on these little racks. It doesn't look very nice in here…Kind of evil looking machine, isn't it?"

"I'll mop the floor," he heard a low and soft female voice intone.

"Undine-chan!" The angel turned his head in her direction and smiled, "I didn't know you were here."

"I was standing behind you the whole time. I didn't have a partner so I didn't think you'd mind."

"Okay!" Tsurugi beamed. "We can be house cleaning buddies!"

"Something like that."

The blonde angel stood up, handing her a mop. "You wash the floors and I'll take care of this."

"But I don't think it wise-"

It was too late for Undine to finish her warning as the angel grabbed an arm full of dirty dishes, piling them in disarray atop of the racks. "There we go-oooh!" He lost his balance, the top part of his torso falling inside of the dishwasher. Inside of the machine, the angel began to flail around like a wild bird being caged as arms, legs and wings moved all around. "Whoa!" He exclaimed, trying to grab anything blindly to pull himself out. It was needless to say that he grabbed the "on" switch and was sprayed with water and soap. "Help! Help! Get me out! Kyaaa!" He screamed in a panic, as if it truly were eating him.

Undine stood there in silence, sweat running down the back of her head at Tsurugi's fine display of stupidity and simply walked off. She didn't want to be a part of his embarrassing situation anymore.

XI

In front of a large, two-story house the other angel stood with a rich man, decked out in his best suit. It seemed as though he was getting an interview of sorts from the man.

"Are you sure you have all of the qualifications for this job?" The man looked him up and down.

"What qualifications do you need?" Hiroshima asked a little irritated that he was being examined like a piece of meat. "I need money and you need an employee. I don't see anyone else standing here. Do you?"

'It's bad enough that I couldn't find an assassin job, but now this crap…Give me a break!'

"No. How responsible are you?" The man continued to ask.

The legend's eye brow twitched in irritation. 'The nerve of this guy.'

"Why does that matter? I'm the only one here," Hiroshima didn't see the point of an interview if no one was competing with him for the said job.

"Well, are you good with animals or children?"

"Do I even have to answer that? You don't have any," the angel noticed that the man lived by himself and his question was irrelevant to the job.

"Do you have any allergies?"

"Yes, you."

The man was getting irritated at his sarcastic remarks, but his voice never wavered from its snooty tone . "You expect to get a job like this?"

"You should just give me the job and quit being an insufferable pain."

"I'm in a hurry. You'll have to do," he replied began to grow a little irritated, finally giving into the angel's demands.

"You mean no one else wanted it so you're giving it to me," Hiroshima muttered under his breath.

"Here are the instructions," the male handed Hiroshima a small list along with a house key. "Now, I'm going to be on my way." He took a few steps past the dark man, and then turned to him, "and don't touch the vases," he scolded, as if he were talking to a child and waved walking away.

Hiroshima flipped him off. "Moron. Oh well, at least I got a job."

XI

The broom swished back and forth as Ko swept the floor of the shop, which was littered with saw dust and dirt. While she was hard at work, across the room blue eyes stared at a small wren-looking bird which was fluffed up in a cage. The bird looked as if it was a little cold and its eyes were closed as it sat on its lone perch inside of the cage.

Ko looked up from her chore to see Chichiri, doing nothing but staring at the bird.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice a little aggravated with the fact that he wasn't working.

"It doesn't look so good," Chichiri replied.

"Clean up that sawdust on the tables," the white-haired girl told him. The blonde agreed walking over to the tables and taking a deep breath to sigh but as he did so inhaled the sawdust and sneezed. The sawdust flew in all different directions, projected by his sneeze. They covered everything in a white haze, including Chichiri.

"Well, it's off the table now," he was pleased with himself as Ko's eye twitched in irritation.

"Yeah, but it's all over the floor," she fumed after working four hours to get most of the room cleaned. She'd now have to sweep yet again. This was a definite pain.

XI

"My wings are stuck! Kyaa!" The still-flailing angel cried as he reached for the knob again, twisting it as even more water jetted through and the machine began to make loud noises as suds poured out of it and this only made Tsurugi freak out all the more. "It's eating me! It is evil!"

Undine walked slowly back into the room to put her broom back from where she had gotten it. The stoic girl glanced at Tsurugi, who was still battling it out with the dish washer and flailing around.

"Kyaaa! Help me!"

The girl said nothing in response.

"Help me!"

Undine simply walked off.

"Kyaaaaaaaaa!"

XI

A few moments later, a pleasant older looking woman walked into the shop to see that it had been cleaned thoroughly by Ko and Chichiri. She looked around, seeming very pleased with their job. She smiled at the two.

"Wonderful job! This place is most certainly cleaned. If you're willing to clean my house as well, I'll pay you handsomely," the woman held out two boxes to the teens. "These are for you, a token of my gratitude."

"Thank you," the haired singer took the box gently from the woman. Chichiri simply looked at his own gift.

"Go ahead and open it," the woman smiled as they each began to open their boxes. Ko took out a beautiful gothic lolita looking dress which was black in coloration. It had no straps and curved around the bust line. At the bottom was mesh-like material in the form of a short poodle-skirt with a large magenta butterfly on the hip. Blue eyes lit up in awe.

"Oh, it's so pretty."

The blonde held up a simple white muscle shirt from its box and smiled. "Hey, this is nice."

Out of the window, Ko could see a familiar dark figure in the yard of the fancy house next door. It was Hiroshima and it looked as if she were employed next door to the millionaire who owned the shop she worked in. He looked as if he were busy doing something in the front yard. A small amount of aggravated mumbling could be heard through the window's thin glass.

"Hey, I see Hiroshima," Ko noted.

"Hiroshima?" The woman looked to her in question.

"He's just some guy I know. Say, you wouldn't mind if I talked to him, would you?"

"Of course not," the humble woman laughed a little. "You're not my slaves."

The girl walked outside, after sitting her gift in a safe place so that it didn't get damaged or dirty. She could hear Hiroshima cursing at his task, each word getting louder the more steps she took.

"This is bullshit. Raking leaves like some blue-collar worker! Damned leaves."

The white haired girl simply watched him from the other side of a white picket fence. She leaned on the top of it casually, watching him complain and finding it a bit entertaining. Upon feeling someone's gaze, the legend turned to see the singer smiling calmly at him.

"You mind?" He asked, a little irritated by the fact that she seemed amused at his misfortune.

"Nope," Ko smiled.

"What are you going over there?"

"Watching you work, and working myself."

"So you work next to me?" The angel turned, holding his rake and facing her.

"Seems like it," she replied casually.

"What do you do? It has to be better than this shit."

"Not by much. We're cleaning some shop."

"We?" Hiroshima arched an eyebrow.

"Chichiri and I."

"Oh."

"Well, got to go slave away. See you around," Ko left the angel to his work.

"Mm," he nodded.

"Have fun raking leaves!" She teased, walking away from him.

"Blow it out of your ass!" Hiroshima shouted in impatience as she returned to the shop.

XI

At an outside table of a nearby soda shop, Azmy and Keiji sat. They still had not been employed anywhere and were discussing what plans they had. They knew that they needed to get another job and had not seen anyone from their group roaming around town. They figured that they had all been employed.

Sitting across from each other in white metal chairs, they began to talk amongst themselves.

"You think everyone else got a job?" Azmy looked down to the white surface of the table in disappointment.

"Who knows?" Keiji leaned back in his chair with an arm behind the back of it. "Those idiots could pull it off."

Suddenly, there was a commotion across the street as the two glanced over to a house beside of the diner. Tsurugi was thrown out of the house by an irritated woman who seemed to be yelling at him and waving her fist. He was covered in suds and his form landed in the street.

"I spoke too soon," Azmy could feel the sweat running down her forehead as she watched the spectacle unfold before her.

"You broke my dishwasher! You moron!" The woman yelled, and then a fast approaching car had to swerve to miss the angel and nearly crashed into a light pole nearby. The angry man hung out of his window and yelled 'out of the road' to the blonde. Shortly after the incident, Tsurugi pulled himself up and trudged down the road side, shortly followed by Undine who was just now walking out of the house he'd been thrown from.

Large, innocent eyes looked with sympathy at the sud-covered angel. "Poor Tsurugi. Should we help him?"

"Let him tend to himself."

XI

Hiroshima stood in the closet doorway. His keen eyes scanned over the list.

"Well," he read, "vacuum floors…What the hell is a vacuum? Aren't vacuums portals in space that pulls things in?" He wondered, opening the door to see an old vacuum sitting on the ground a few feet away from him. "What the hell is this? It must be that vacuum thing that this list speaks of," Hiroshima looked to the list as he walked over to the vacuum and decided to investigate. He picked up the hose and the attachment popped off, falling to the ground. Hiroshima looked upon it with displeasure. "It's a piece of junk. For someone who lives in such a fancy house, he sure has a piece of shit for a vacuum."

He peered down the hose, seeing nothing but a black abyss. He then took the little plate from the top of it and peered into the machine, seeing a collection of lint and other debris in a small pile in the center of an indentation. "There's a bunch of crap in here…Why the hell is there lint in here?" He asked himself, curiosity getting the better of him.

Hiroshima then flipped the on switch and the hose moved, inflating and wriggling on the ground a bit.

"What the hell?" A panic ran through the angel's being at seeing the machine spring to life. He swiftly kicked the hose out of the way and studied it for a few moments. "Well, it doesn't seem alive," he said, picking up the end of the hose, holding it to his face. The suction from the end of the hose caused it to latch onto his cheek. This immediately sent a sense of panic through Hiroshima's being once more and his defenses seemed to kick in.

"What the fuck!?" He exclaimed. "Get the hell off of me!" Quickly pulling it from his face, he now found it attached to his arm. Upon taking it swiftly from his arm it lunged for his cape, but the angel was quick on response, pulling out the Crimson Blade and stabbing it multiple times. He wanted to make sure to kill this demonic machine in order to keep it from eating him

"Die!" He yelled continuing to stab maliciously at it. "Die! You son of a bitch!"

After it had been stabbed about thirteen times, it exploded and dust and debris covered everything in sight. Hiroshima sneezed upon getting a nose full of dirt.

"Damn," he looked around in disappointment at the mess the vacuum created. "Now it's all over the room. Well, I can take care of that."

He pulled his wings from under his long, black cape and began to flap them as he created his own mini-cyclone and everything in the room began to swirl around in the strong currents. The small indoor cyclone managed to collect everything loose in the room. It even caught a few vases, which were lifted from their tables and sent spinning around in the strong winds. The very vases he was told not to touch.

XI

The smell of incense and scented candles filled the air as Keiji and Azmy stood in a tiny shop with a dimly lighted room. They decided to try and get jobs there upon seeing a 'help wanted' sign handing in the window. They stood in front of an Indian man who told them a phrase to say. The man was thin and was dressed in brightly-colored robes from his home country. He wore a turban and had a long, black beard and matching mustache.

"Welcome to the Shop of India Scents. Now you try."

"Welcome to the Shop of India Scents," Azmy repeated. "We sell scented candles and incense as well as other things to fulfill your needs. My name is Azmy and I will assist you if you need help."

"Very good," the man praised. "I will come by and check your progress in a while."

Across the room, a small child looked intently at a lit candle. He seemed fascinated with its flame as it danced in the air. Keiji glanced at the kid, then back at Azmy, paying him no mind.

"We can split the money evenly."

"Yeah, then we can get that fancy hotel room like Hiroshima-dono wants."

"Dono?" Keiji almost looked annoyed that she referred to him with the highest respectful honorific.

"Yes, he's an important person. So I call him dono. It's higher then sama," she smiled.

XI

Undine and Tsurugi walked down the street silently as the a few offending suds still clung to the blonde's body and a gentle wind chilled his form. Behind him, there were a few spots of suds that have been left behind, fallen free from his wet form. He didn't say anything and felt badly for getting both he and Undine fired. They headed to their next job.

"What now?" Undine looked to him in questioned as the two stood with a list of tasks at yet another house.

"At this job, we have to wash clothes," Tsurugi replied.

This task was harder than initially thought. Tsurugi had managed to get stuck in the washing machine as well, flailing around and looking similar to what he did from the dishwasher incident before. He attempted to hang the clothes out to dry, but the winds blew strong, knocking them out of his hands and blowing them across the yard. Undine was again unimpressed as she looked around at the different articles strewn across the yard in disarray.

"You set the table, and I'll wash the windows," Undine offered as they continued to go down their list of chores.

Tsurugi agreed, but maneuvering with wings posed a problem as he turned and cleared a vase from atop of a small stand, sending it crashing down to the ground where it shattered into many pieces. They then attempted to walk the dog, which peed on Undine's leg, much to her displeasure. Vacuuming the floors was also a problem, as the vacuum ran away with Undine. Tsurugi tried to put dishes away but dropped some, breaking them against the tile floor.

This wasn't going the way they had planned, and at this rate, they weren't making hardly any money. Their last client gave them money for at least trying, but this one may not be so kind.

XI

Hiroshima found himself in the kitchen, reading from a cook book and looking as if he were attempting to understand it.

"I'm supposed to make a cake for a private party," he commented, reading the first ingredient. "Two eggs."

He picked up two eggs, looking at them with a slightly irritated and confused expression. 'Are they sure about this? Ugh, why the hell do I care?' He thought, chunking the entire eggs into the mixing bowl. "A stick of butter…A stick made of butter?" He asked himself, confused beyond all belief at the lack of logic the book seemed to have. He had never heard of a stick made completely of butter, or even where to find such a thing. The legend began to rummage through the refrigerator, taking out all sorts of food items but didn't find what he was looking for. "Hm," he thought aloud, and then scratched his head in confusion. 'I don't see anything like that in here.'

"Maybe a stick and butter? Why would you want to eat a stick? Ah well, humans are strange," the angel reasoned as he walked out the door and broke a large stick off of a nearby tree, swinging it over his shoulder to carry it back into the house. He gazed across to the shop next door to see Ko in the yard, raking leaves.

Inside of the shop, Chichiri looked at the bird in its cage then at a pile of dirty work clothes on the ground. A look of confusion crossed his features. "Uh…What am I supposed to do now?"

Ko walked by him, making her way back into the house. "Wash those clothes lying on the ground."

"Okay," he replied, strong arms gathering them up and walking past Ko. He headed down the hall attempting to find the washing machine but found no sign of it, so he headed right past her once again. His form could be seen walking swiftly past the door in the opposite direction. The woman could feel herself sweating.

"What's he doing?" She wondered aloud as the blonde walked outside and threw them in a gold fish pond. The clothes were floating on the water and fish were swimming about in them as the green-hued water swirled around them, engulfing them in the color.

"Okay, they're cleaning," he was satisfied with completing another chore as he walked around to see Ko who had walked out in the yard once more. Upon traveling there, he noticed a flamethrower lying beside of the house and grabbed it, a mischievous idea crossing his mind. He snuck up behind Ko.

'This will scare her good.'

Upon his form approaching the white haired girl felt breath on her neck. She turned around to see who was behind her and as she swung the broom, the bristles tickled Chichiri's nose causing him to sneeze. When he sneezed, he clenched his fist pushing the button and setting off the flamethrower. It burnt Ko to a crisp as she stood there, covered in suit with smoke rising from her head.

"Ouch…"

"Oops! I'm sorry!" Chichiri fanned the girl.

"Ugh…"

XI

"We got fired again," Tsurugi sat on a dock as he dangled his feet over the edge, looking into the clear water at his reflection with a saddened expression, "I'm sorry Undine."

"It's fine," the girl looked to her hand. Within her small hand contained a few yen they managed to make from both jobs. "We have a little bit of money."

"Why don't we help someone else with their jobs?" The angel perked up.

"Well…" The girl began, not sure if this was a good idea or not. Tsurugi seemed to jinx every job he's gotten so far and having him help further only spelled destruction for their allies.

XI

He didn't know what to make of it. It was lop-sided, burnt and had twigs sticking out of all corners. By far it was unidentifiable the form it was supposed to take on.

This was no cake and yet Hiroshima had to marvel at the deformity of it.

"This is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. How could anyone want to eat this? Maybe I made it wrong. Oh well, the bastard can make his own cake," the legend said nonchalantly, walking over to a nearby drawer to put the cook book back.

He walked by a toaster sitting on the cabinet. The shiny box caught his eye as he laid the cookbook down a few feet away from it, deciding to investigate it further. "What the hell is that?" The angel asked, picking it up and looking at the top of it, which contained one big slot. "A box with slots? Humans have some pretty weird contraptions. Hmmm…" His interest peaked as he pulled down the small lever on the side. Upon peering into the hole, he noticed that it was glowing and there were red neon things inside of it. "Hey. There's some kind of red things down in there. I wonder what they are."

Curious, he reached in and attempted to grab the said 'red things' and ended up getting his hand burnt.

"GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The angel screamed, flailing around like a mad man with the toaster clinging to his arm. "Get off!" He yelled, slinging the offending object off and glaring at it, possessively holding his injured hand.

"Damn that hurt! Son of a bitch!" He cursed. "You dirty piece of shit!"

Hiroshima began to stomp in the toaster. After he was satisfied with his revenge, he walked into the bathroom and ran cold water over his hand. "I need some bandages," his eyes looked around for any sight of some.

'I could heal myself, but it would be a waste of power. Even though I'm pretty far from that attack, there's still a chance I could be attacked. Plus, I need to keep a low profile,' he thought. Upon looking around, he managed to lay sights upon a hot tub in the corner of the bathroom. It was a light blue in coloration and looked inviting 'They have a hot tub in here. I could use a bath. I'm tired of hot springs and rivers. Well, might as well use this place to my advantage.'

After running himself a hot bath, he sunk down in the warm water closing his eyes and resting his shoulders upon the smooth, rounded corner of it. It had been a hard day for him and being beaten up by household appliances made him weary. This was just the thing he needed to sit back and take the edge off.

Outside of the front door, Tsurugi and Undine stood. They had gotten word that this was the place that Hiroshima worked and decided to pay him a visit, much to Undine's protests to see if he needed any help.

"Are you sure this is where Hiro-kun works?" Tsurugi asked, looking toward the girl with a kind and gentle smile.

"Yes, positive."

"Okay, I'll take your word for it," the angel invited himself in.

"But-" Undine protested, although it was short-lived.

"Wow…" The blonde said in awe as he looked around the large rooms of the house and marveled at the expensive décor. He then passed through the kitchen. His sights befell the toaster, which had been stomped in. He sweat dropped at the sight. "He killed it…" Tsurugi walked further in the house and seeing Hiroshima's clothes strewn outside of the bathroom door and the Crimson Blade rested against the corner of the wall.

"Oh…Hiro-kun must be here," he peeked around the open door, waving at his mate. "Hi, Hiro-kun!"

The bathing angel paused, looking much like a deer in the head lights of an oncoming vehicle.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" He roared as Tsurugi ran out of the bathroom, followed by sponges, soaps, small boxes and bottles of shampoo. He managed to dodge most of them, but was hit with a few objects as well.

He rubbed his aching head. "Ow," he whined.

"What are you doing here?" Hiroshima walked out of the bathroom, standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The fabric clung loosely to his defined hip bones, threatening to fall at any moment and after droplets clung to every muscle as the smell of Asian spices filled the warm air around him.

"I wanted to help," Tsurugi turned around, trying not to be rude.

"You just don't walk in here when people are bathing."

"I didn't know."

"Turn around," Hiroshima saw no reason why Tsurugi should act bashful now, especially when they bathed together earlier. After all they'd seen each other naked many times before and even had sex a few of those times. There was no reason for such proper behavior.

"Of course," Tsurugi turned to his mate and taking his majestic form in as the dark one smirked at him.

"There is something you can do, Tsurugi."

To Be Continued…