Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Third Party Love ❯ heart attack ( Chapter 8 )

Zarbonia: hi yal, I decided that since last chapter was a cliff hanger that I will make you even more mad and make this a short chapter. If this doesn't anger you then why are you this far into the story?

Sharky: please help me shut her up for good? -_-

Zarbonia: *mumbling in the background* why don't they like my story"_"

Sharky: start story now!

We all looked into the man's eyes with confusion.

"How do you know that Touya's going to die?" Z said leaning on the big, dark brown desk. If I didn't know better I would have thought that she found all of these situations amusing. Maybe I should tell her that this isn't a joke, or maybe it was because Touya's only been in there for 20minuets at the most. How could they possibly know that he'd die?

"You're very lucky if you survive your first heart attack and even luckier if you survive the next,"

"Are you saying that he's had two heart attacks?" I said.

"Shut up, I wasn't done speaking."

"Sorry, you didn't have to get all nasty about it though." I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms. In some way I knew that he was probably right but he was pissing me off and I just wanted to shove a knife down his throat and see if he could swallow it.

AN: for all of you who don't know, that is very painful. I, personally, tried this with a pencil.

"Anyway, even if he did survive he'd probably have to stay here for the rest of his pathetic life since it's almost certain that he'll continue having heart attacks until he dies." After talking the man folded his hands together and leaned back in his chair.

Did he just say that Touya was pathetic? I swear, this man is getting on my last nerve and I'm going to make his life hell. I'll start by not giving him a tip and then taking him off my Christmas list and it'll get worse from there.

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

"Does he always talk to himself at times like these?" the man shifted his eyes over to Kasha.

"Yeah."

"If that is the case then he shouldn't be here, but there is a mental ward down the road and to the right."

"I'll consider that option." Kasha shook his hand.

I stopped thinking to myself since it was not helping me in my position at this time.

Z got up and moved so she was right behind the man's big ugly desk.

"I have three questions for you.

1.what's your name?

And 2. Can I borrow the magazine that you are hiding under your desk? Please answer them in that particular order and do not repeat the question."

"I'm so sorry that I haven't introduced myself. My name is Theodore j. Thomson. You can call me Theodore, or j., or Thomson, or Mr. T, or you can call me sonic destroyer for all I care. But I'd prefer if you'd call me Mr. Thomson." He put on a sugary smile. I guess I'm the only one who can't do that.

"I'm Z and this is…"

"I could really give a fuck who you are."

"You are so off my Christmas list." She folded her arms and sat back down. "Please continue."

"No, you cannot borrow my magazine. And if you don't listen to me then I'll call the police on your ass and sue you for touching my shit. What's the other question?"

Z got back up again and walked over to him. "Do you really want to know what that question is?"

"Just tell me, I ain't got all day. I still have to put 17 more people into danger to achieve my daily goal."

I've always wondered why the reason more people die in hospitals than on the street are not equal. It's people like him that are not intentionally killing as many people as he should that are decreasing the numbers of deaths each day. What a pitiful man.

"Alright, my third and final question is, my third and final question is, my third and final question is." She bit her finger so hard that I thought I saw blood dripping from the cut.

"Listen I gotta go, when Zarbon is trying to figure out how to rephrase phrases this activity can take up to three hours." She got up and walked out of the room.

"I thought she'd never leave." Z looked at her finger.

"Why?" I asked like a little child trying to figure out why he got a bike in stead of an atomic ray gun for his birthday.

"Because if I asked this question in front of her she would have called me stupid and that really hurts my feelings if you hadn't noticed. But anyway my question was what's in that big drawer?" She pushed Thomson out of the way and almost ripped the drawer out of the desk. She took out a little black box with a lock on the front of it.

"Ha, you'll never get it open without the key!" Thomson smirked.

CLICK

"You should take this seriously, especially from me. You are an idiot and you should seek help immediately because you left the stupid box unlocked. Besides, how bad could it be?" She peered inside and basically fell on the floor laughing. A moment later, when she caught her breath she pulled out a miniature, signed, teletubbie keychain. I, for once, was totally speechless so I decided that I would do exactly what Zarbon did, laugh my ass off.

"Shut up! I said shut up!" Mr. Thomson was crying.

Z stopped laughing "Heard what you said but let me enjoy this moment for a little bit longer." She fell on the floor. "OUCH!" she got up again and carefully laid herself on the floor and began to laugh once more.

"I'm going to tell my mommy on you. You hurt my feelings."

There's one thing I learned from this experience, if you ever see Z walk into your office, jump out the window as fast as possible.

Zarbonia: I really don't know how to keep a sad moment.

Sharky: you also don't know how to keep your promises. You told them it would be a short chapter.

Zarbonia: oh well. Just review.