Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrifice ❯ On The Job Mishaps II ( Chapter 15 )

Sacrifice

By: Melissa Norvell

Chapter 15: On The Job Mishaps II

"What?" Tsurugi hoped that he could be of some use to his comrade and boyfriend.

"I'm really tired, so wash me," Hiroshima instructed his voice as commanding as ever.

"I'd love to, especially if I can come in with you," the blonde smiled sweetly at the other male.

XI.

The stray rays of sunlight filtered through the glass window, causing it to cast a warm glow upon white tresses. Stirring slightly, the singer clenched her eyes before opening them partly, then fully. It was early morning and the start of a brand new day. Sitting up and rubbing off the haze, she looked around the room sleepily.

She was the only one there. Upon the floor was a futon nearby, which had looked as if someone was sleeping there moments before and decided to get up. The covers were a little disheveled and folded back at the corner.

Chichiri was nowhere to be found.

Still attempting to rid herself of sleep, Ko arose slowly and trudged into the next room.

"You know, I don't hear Kodachi singing. She usually wakes me up with her singing," the girl turned the corner of the door frame. The room was half clean, and the blonde was sprawled out on the floor, face down and sleeping peacefully. A small smile adorned the girl's lips as she shook her head lightly. "You're such a dork," she nearly chuckled.

She walked into the next room to check on the bird.

The cage was empty and there were tiny black feathers all around the floor below it and in the bottom of the cage itself.

Blue eyes widened in shock.

"CHICHIRI!!" The girl shouted at the top of her lungs and the male in the other room shot up bolt straight in the midst of his sleep. His body jolted at the sound, as if he'd been jarred.

"Guh!" Was the noise created upon sitting up. He then looked from side to side. "Huh? Hm?" He said in a haze of sleep as he glanced around the room, trying to pin point the sound. He could then hear the patter of bare feet on the wooden floor as Ko rushed into the room, clinging to the sides of the doorframe and panting.

"Chichiri, what happened to the bird?" Her voice was desperate but still trying to remain calm.

"Bird?" The blonde questioned, as if he didn't remember that there even was a bird in the room with them.

"Yeah, the one in the cage, the little black one?"

"Well…Uh…" A guilty look crossed the blonde's features as he averted his eyes.

"Well what?" Ko's voice grew in irritation.

"Well…I uh…was cleaning the cage and when I turned around it uh…was gone," Chichiri had to force himself to say it. He knew that Ko would be beyond the shadow of a doubt angry.

"You're joking?" Her voice came off as casual as ever, much to the other's surprise.

"No, it flew away," Chichiri's voice was still monotone, not quite sure of what her reaction would be next since the last one threw him off.

"No way!" She exclaimed in both worry and anger. "That was an expensive bird!"

"Oops…"

"You could have used another cage."

"Where?"

The white-haired singer pointed behind him. As he turned his head he could see an old cage sitting a few shelves up, just in his arm's reach. This was one of those times he felt utterly stupid.

"I didn't know that," he responded with a sweat drop as Ko fell in the background.

XI

In the dimly lit incense store, the air was filled of spices and scents of every kind and several candles burned brightly. Their flames could be seen from quite a distance, making quite a contrast from the darkened room. A child's face was illuminated as his interested eyes stared deep into the single burning flame in awe.

Soon, another older child accompanied him. He waved his hand over the flame several times. The flame danced in the direction of his hand, but never burned him. Amazed by his feat, the younger child looked at him in both admiration and interest.

"Does it burn?"

"No, try it."

"Can I stick my head in it?"

"Uh, you-"

It was too late.

The younger child stuck his head in the flame of the candle and his hair ignited. Seeing his reflection in a far off mirror, he smiled brightly.

"Wow look! My head is glowing. I turned into a phoenix!" He cheered, running into the next room to show the citizens.

He came bounding into the room and ran by Keiji and Azmy, who were dumping out mop water. The shy girl was clutching the bucket and both of their eyes went as wide as paper plates as they saw the flaming child run past them, his head a glowing beacon.

"Look! I'm a phoenix!"

Azmy shrieked and threw the mop water on him, the liquid extinguishing the flames and drenching the child who frowned in disappointment.

"Awwwww…." He whined. "I'm normal again. Why'd you do that for?"

"Do you want to die?" Azmy asked in a scared tone, her hand over her quickly beating heart.

"No, but I turned into a phoenix."

XI

After his bath the legend lay sprawled out dressed in a white, crisp robe. In one hand he held throwing knives. Their blades were razor sharp and glistened in the sunlight. Suddenly, one sped through the air in what looked to be a clean cut, its blade aimed precise and any minute it would soon contact with the eyeball of a picture that was tacked to a far away wall. It was a portrait of the man who owned the house he was supposed to be keeping up.

The black-winged angel glanced around the room, eyeing the destruction around him as Hiroshima decided that he needed a much larger weapon to play target practice with. The arrogant man picked up a sword and sent the blade sailing through the air as it struck the picture right between the eyes, and nearly took out his physical body as he bent backwards to avoid having his nose chopped off.

"Ah!" The man shrieked, putting his hands to either side of his head in dismay as he took in all of the damage caused. "What have you done to my house!?!"

"Your cake is over there," Hiroshima gestured by holding out a knife in the indicated direction, where his monstrosity of a cake sat upon the bar. The man stared at the cake, his eyes as big as plates. He was utterly speechless. He just stared.

After the initial shock, he then turned to the angel. His features were marred in irritation and he was all but fuming mad. "Why are you in my robe and what is that disgusting thing on my cabinet?" He pointed to the lop-sided cake.

"Your cake you idiot," his pale eyes looked down to his own form, which was clad in the loosely fitting robe as he pinched a piece of fabric and held it up to his view. "Why am I wearing your robe? It looks better on me, that's why."

"What have you done to my picture!?" The man then outraged as he laid eyes upon his picture, which had so many knives in it that it was now unrecognizable from its original form.

"I figured that it made good target practice." Hiroshima shrugged casually as the man turned the corner to see his vacuum laying stabbed in the closet.

"My Vacuum!" He cried in dismay.

"Wait until he finds the toaster," Tsurugi almost chuckled to himself.

"What have you done!?" The man's voice cut in, as if by queue. He nearly sounded like he'd have a heart attack. He then stormed into the room with the holy vacuum, shoving it into Tsurugi's arms. He made a second trip to get Hiroshima's belongings, shoving them into their owner's strong arms.

"The thing tried to tear my hand off," the legend replied, his voice still calm although a slight irritation was running through his form.

"Take this and sell it. I want my money back!" The man screamed a head's length from the two angels.

"My irritation is growing…" The peeved legend grumbled through his teeth as his eyes looked back to his mate, who was holding the injured machine in his arms. Tsurugi closed his eyes and gave his perpetually peaceful smile.

"Be nice. Remember, we have to get some money for the kids."

"Go!"

"Whatever," Hiroshima spat before he was shoved outside of the front door. The long-legged man stumbled outside, accompanied by Tsurugi and Undine. "Fuck you, asshole."

"Let's go," Tsurugi told him as they traveled to a plain looking blue house across the street to begin their new chore, which was to sell the damaged vacuum and get the man's money back. Upon knocking on the door, quaint looking gentleman answered. He had short brown hair and wore glasses. He wore a grey and black suit and looked as if he'd been a business man of sorts.

"Yes?" He asked kindly, he poked his head out from a small crack where the door was pulled away from the frame a little.

"Hello sir, we're selling vacuums from door to door," Tsurugi explained kindly before Hiroshima decided to speak.

"Want to buy a vacuum?" He asked in monotone, irritated at being humiliated in such a disgraceful way.

"I already have one, sorry," the man replied, about to close the door before the deep-voiced angel decided to do some convincing.

"I think you need another one," Hiroshima nearly growled. He wasn't about to lug around a holy vacuum all day.

The man looked thoughtful as he examined the vacuum. His eyes went straight to the lacerations and holes caused by the Crimson Blade. After studying them for quite a while, his gazes shifted back to the angels. "It's full of holes. I don't want it."

"I think you do," Hiroshima pressed in a warning tone.

"No, I'm pretty sure that I don't. Why don't you take your junk and go somewhere else?" The man began, before he could feel a cold prick at his throat. It was the Crimson Blade. Its point was touching his skin, threatening to strike his jugular and deliver a death blow.

The persistent angel narrowed his eyes. "You want it. You really do."

"Kyaaa! Scary!" Tsurugi whined, producing a playful worried expression while still managing to hold some type of smile.

"No I don't," the man's voice a little more nervous than previously as his stern tone dissipated with the rising fear he felt.

"Which do you want more? The vacuum or your life?" Hiroshima threatened. He was not about to leave with the vacuum and it was leaving at this house no matter what the conditions of circumstance played out.

"My life!" The man called out in fright, throwing his wallet at Hiroshima's head before taking the vacuum and slamming the door quickly.

Hiroshima held the wallet in his large hand, eyeing it with a smirk. "Well, that was easy," he nearly chuckled at his own little victory.

"I have enough money with everyone pitching in," Undine stated from a few paces behind him. She held out her hand and revealed a few golden coins. "I'm sure this will be something at least."

XI

It didn't look realistic. Hell, it didn't even look real. It was a series of cones and round pieces of Styrofoam with the remaining black feathers glued to random parts of the body and small, blue buttons for eyes. Two sets of eyes, both slightly different shades of light blue, stared at the fake bird they'd placed inside of the small cage where Kodachi had once been.

"It kinda looks like the real one," Chichiri said a bit unsurely, hoping that maybe the woman would buy his excuse.

"That's doesn't look much like a bird," Ko dead panned.

"Maybe they won't notice."

"I think they will."

XI

"We got fired," Tsurugi explained as the small group of three stood around in a less populated part of town. "It's Undine's fault." The angel joked, jerking a thumb towards Undine, who frowned.

"My fault? You climbed into the dishwasher," Undine replied.

"It sucked me in and tried to eat me."

"It's a machine," the quiet girl explained. "An inanimate object, it can't eat people."

"Oh, but it can!" Tsurugi held up a finger, as if he were stating an important fact.

XI

As time flew by, everyone soon found themselves in the center of town where they had began their journey. The group had assembled and stuck closely together as people of all types shuffled around them. The crowd wasn't as busy. It was mostly everyone trying to get into a hotel room or return home after a long day's selling out in the market square. After two days, the group had reassembled and was discussing their events of the past two days working experiences.

"It's evil," Tsurugi had still been engaged in an explanation of his day yesterday.

"It tried to take off my face and my hand," Hiroshima agreed, holding up his injured hand for the others in his group to see.

"You too? Yay!" Tsurugi cheered, throwing his hands up. He was glad that he wasn't the only one who had a hard time understanding technology. He thought he would have seemed stupid, but now that someone else had come to that assumption he didn't feel so out of place.

"It tried to engulf my hand," the legend replied.

"And Chichiri lost an expensive bird," Ko added in her own bad news of the day with a sigh.

"A little kid flambéed himself in the incense shop," Azmy whined.

"He set himself on fire," Keiji dead panned, totally uninterested. He'd rather not recall what happened and found it rather embarrassing to speak of.

"He did what?" Hiroshima asked, a large grin creeping onto his face as he began to chuckle. "That's hilarious!"

"That was scary," Azmy replied.

"Stupid humans," the legend smirked to himself.

"Dishwashers give me nightmares," Tsurugi shuddered at the thought of the aforementioned object.

"And vacuums and toasters…" Hiroshima added.

"Those?" Keiji arched an eyebrow and looked to the angels as if they've done drugs.

"Stick your hand in it and see what it does." The green-haired angel shot defensively.

"You stuck your hand in it?" The drummer asked in monotone, as if that were the stupidest thing he could have said.

"Yes. What of it?"

"Why did you do that?"

"There were some kind of red things in it and I wanted to see what they were."

"Hiroshima, the red things are what makes it hot. You're not supposed to grab those."

"Well, what purpose does a hot box serve?"

"You put food in it."

"I lost of lot of money," Chichiri sighed in dejection as Ko glared at him, her arms folded over her chest tightly.

"And thanks to you we have to pay it back," she spat.

"Why would you do that?" Hiroshima asked.

"I was changing the cage and it got out," the blonde pouted. He felt guilty for letting Kodachi out and for causing the white haired woman so much trouble. He knew he had screwed up and not only that, but he and Ko would have to pay money out of their own pockets, as well as dip into the group's funding to pay for the damage they'd caused. Hiroshima wasn't going to like this at all…and neither would anyone else.

A small, brown and leathery object was tossed to Ko from Hiroshima's direction. The woman opened her hands to catch it and a small wallet landed in her hands. Blue eyes widened upon taking in what it was. Was Hiroshima serious? Was he actually going to sacrifice his money to help her? What about the hotel room? She figured that he wanted a nice room, so he'd keep what he made and he did mention that he wasn't going to share his profits with anyone so why go back on his word now?

"Take this."

Keiji blinked in disbelief at the angel's sudden act of kindness. "You just got the money, are you really just going to get rid of it like that?"

"Thank you…" Ko was dumbfounded as well, so much so that she found it hard to speak. "That's uncharacteristically nice of you."

"Uh…Where's Fife? He's not here," Chichiri replied after glancing around but getting no visual signs of the feminine boy. He thought for sure that Fife would be right with him, like the rest of the group. It was odd that he had yet to come back, especially when he left earlier then everyone else.

"Maybe he's still working," Hiroshima set his sights upon the spiky haired boy a few feet away from him, leveling him with a glare. "You…"

"What?"

"Go and look for him," the angel commanded.

"Why?"

"He likes you."

"We have some money. We won't have to sleep on the ground and have roaches crawl on us," Undine told them simply.

"That's gross," Ko added, not finding roaches to be to her liking.

"Roaches need warmth too," Tsurugi replied benevolently.

"That's nasty," Ko once again was being reminded of the creepy, crawly insects scampering through her thoughts.

"Everything is God's creation and all of God's creations need love."

"And you're a freak," the woman noted.

"So mean," Tsurugi over dramatized, crying fakely and whining to Ko as Fife strolled up casually.

"Why are you crying, Tsurugi-san?" He smiled brightly at the dark angel.

"Hey, you came back," Ko noted, blinking at the young male.

"Just in time too," Undine told him. "We were about to send Keiji out to look for you."

"Unfortunately…" Keiji dead panned.

"I'm crying because I missed you!" Tsurugi lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Fife's neck and embracing him tightly as his platinum blonde hair brushed softly against the side of the feminine one's cheek.

"Really? Yay!" Fife cheered in an almost overly happy voice, throwing his arms happily around the other male.

"Well, what are our earnings?" Hiroshima tore his gaze from the sickeningly sweet show of affections that took place a few feet away.

"I have a few yen," the slate haired girl held out her hand which contained the coins; each coin sparkled in the sunlight. They reflected the many streams of light which traveled each one unblemished in a radiant brilliance. "I don't think we could all get rooms with it, however. So I have to depend on you."

"Keiji and I have some too," Azmy smiled, holding out her hand to reveal their small pay.

"Uh, yen? Funny story about that, really…." Chichiri began with a nervous, yet happy tone to his voice. It was almost as if he was going to spout off an excuse any minute, but Ko interrupted him.

"We got in debt."

"And I gave my money to them," Hiroshima jerked a thumb toward Ko and Chichiri. "So I'm broke."

"No worries!" Fife beamed. "I've got tons of money!" The navy-haired boy held out a decent sized bag full of money for everyone to live on for that day, let alone rent a room. Everyone's expressions minus Tsurugi and Undine were in shock at the amount of money Fife came up with.

"Guh!" Hiroshima nearly gasped.

"What the hell? How did he get more money than us?" Chichiri nearly yelled in shock.

"He didn't run into any appliances," Tsurugi stated, as if it were good news.

"I'll say," Hiroshima glanced at his injured hand.

"I worked very hard, so I hope that you'll take this money," Fife replied in a half-hearted tone. It seemed that he didn't feel as happy as he was trying to play it off as. His façade was a bit broken down and a small amount of sadness was able to seep through.

"Where did you find a job?" Keiji asked.

"Somewhere."

"Why didn't you tell us that this job paid so good and where it was," the drummer pressed, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny at the feminine male. It seemed suspicious that Fife took on the job alone and that he didn't report a good find such as that to the rest of the members of the group.

"You really wouldn't want to do that sort of job," Fife replied.

"You're greedy," Keiji spat.

"No…I'm giving it to you. I'm not keeping any money for myself, honest," Fife told him. Deep within his eyes a cryptic sorrow could be seem within a distant shine. The male was still smiling, but his eyes conveyed his true feelings well; all too well for even his liking.

"Don't heckle the kid. The only thing that matters is we have the cash," Hiroshima replied sternly.

"We should be honest with each other," Keiji glared Fife dead in the eyes. The other male could feel a slight sting with the knives coming from the drummer's eyes and looked down to the ground below.

"Let's go find a room," Chichiri decided to change the subject to avoid another fight between the two.

'Something isn't right with that guy…' The drummer thought to himself, his eyes still staring Fife down in wonder and interest.

He truly was an enigma.

To Be Continued…