Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Drunken Chronicles 1 ❯ Drunken Chronicles 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Drunken Chronicles 2: Cab Confessional

 

Hachiro wanted to finish his shift so that he could get home and see his wife and kid before actually getting a full-night's sleep - not having to work overtime or haul drunken patrons out of the back of the cab.

 

Incoming.

 

"I don' wanna' go in tha' car! It's yel-lowwww…I already hafta drive a pink one at work! No…stop!" A drunkenly slurred voice was protesting loudly as a stony looking bouncer opened the backdoor to the cab.

 

'Great. Is one night at home too much to ask for?'

 

Poor Hachiro just wanted to be done with this job, but everyone needed to pay the rent. Our despondent Cabbie watched with bored and annoyed eyes as an average looking brunette was shoved, unceremoniously into the backseat.

 

With a resigned sigh, the little Cabbie turned to make sure his passenger was buckled in, sighing with a resigned air when he noticed that the patron was passed out. He just hoped that this one wasn't a mean drunk.

 

He looked quite harmless, 'maybe a sports player by the look of those muscles' the cabbie mused as he hesitantly but firmly shook the young man's shoulder.

 

"Arrrggh! Not gonna' get me ya' freeeak! No more soccer!" The young man slipped in and out of consciousness.

 

'Definitely a strange one' Nevertheless, he was getting paid to get this person home, or at least, away from that club…

 

"Stupid German…hee hee hee…got ya' now!"

 

…Make that any source of alcohol in Tokyo.

 

'Oh well…the sooner I wake him up, the sooner I can get rid of him' Hachiro shook harder, "Hey buddy! Where do you live? Wake up kid! Where do you want me to take you?!" The Cabbie was screaming by now, and suddenly, the young man shot upright with one hand raised in the air.

 

"42 Wallaby Way!" The brunette started giggling again - obviously at some sort of joke that our now confused Cabbie was not privy to.

 

'What is he going on about? There is no street that I know of by that name!' Nearing the end of his tether, the poor Cabbie yelled his request for an address at the drunken passenger.

 

Bleary eyes almost cleared for a moment, and in a slurred voice rattled off a street that the distressed driver was familiar with. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Cab driver turned back in his seat, turned on the meter and started the car towards the requested destination. 'It should only take five to seven minutes…'

 

1 minute later…

 

"Yohji! Why're ya' driv'n so damn faaaast!? We gotta be at the drop-off in ten! We got time! Schtupid damn blonde!"

 

'What on earth was the crazy drunkard going on about now!? Are they car thieves or something? I don't want to know…' Although this was what was going through our Cabbie's head at the time, he must uphold customer service, and accusing your passenger of being involved in car theft was not being polite at all. ' Taxi drivers must be able to deal calmly but assertively with the occasional angry, hostile or drunken passenger - I do not want to lose my job over this idiot'

 

While the driver pondered other rules in the Taxi Driver Handbook â„¢, the tipsy passenger was slipping into another state of mind, completely unaware of his surroundings in the real world - this included the Cab Driver.

 

"Kaboom!" More giggling.

 

The Cab Driver, having been deep in thought, was subsequently startled from his contemplations. With a high pitched squeak, he jumped in his seat. His reaction went unnoticed to the inebriated passenger who continued on.

 

“Argh! He's gettin' away! Go Bombay!” Hands were thrashing through the air against an invisible opponent. More unintelligible shrieks followed, scaring the driver even more.

 

`Bombay? Cats? Who is this guy?! Never mind, just get him home. Only a few more minutes.'

 

Two minute later…

 

“And then ya' left Kase! No goodbye on nothin'…but then again, I s'pose since you drugged me, ya' wouldn't have really liked me much, ne? Why Kase?!” Lost in his own memories and thoughts, the young man did not notice that the car had sped up, and a certain Cab driver's eyes were the size of dinner plates, his ears burning from tales of a locker room after-party.

 

Pushing the speed limit, only one street away from the destination, the Cab driver had almost had enough. Being a courteous Cabbie, he did not pry into the lives of his passengers, nor was it his place to judge someone he didn't know.

 

“Han' me the ex…exschplo…bomb! Yohji moooove it!”

 

`Terrorists!? Fuck this!' A girlish squeak of horror issued from the terrified driver's mouth, and he pulled the Cab swiftly to the sidewalk, almost hitting a tall blonde man.

 

The blonde walked over to the Cab, and Hachiro tried to stop his hands from shaking.

 

As the tall man leaned into the back window, the passenger burst into movement, throwing himself at the man.

 

“Yohji!”

 

The blonde flicked his eyes to the driver, who screamed. `Another one! Gotta get away!'

 

The man - Yohji - seemed unperturbed, only patting the brunette affectionately on the head before turning back to the cabbie.

 

“What has he been saying? Damn Tourette's Syndrome…anyway, how much do I owe you?” He smiled at the Cad driver, who let out another squeak and rapidly started shaking his head fast enough to give himself whiplash.

 

“You sure buddy?” At this the driver nodded frantically. Yohji stood up, supporting the drunk man. As soon as he was out of the way, the cab suddenly sped off in a squeal of tires.

 

It seemed that the brunette wasn't quite finished, “ See you in He- !” Whatever the man was about to say was cut-off quite rudely by a sudden need for regurgitation, the up-chuck landing on the sidewalk as the blonde man dodged with a practiced ease that spoke of being in this particular scenario more than once.

 

“Yanno Ken-ken, by the time you're liver won't be able to handle alcohol anymore - there'll be no Taxi drivers left in Tokyo”

 

The next day…

 

The Secretary filed her boss's forms for the day, placing the last folder into the inbox - `Resignation of Hachiro Morita'.

 

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Poor Cabbie…This isn't related to the first story, they're just separate oneshots unless stated otherwise.

 

P.S this was for the inmates at the Yahoo Group - for their reviews for my stories - Love you all!