Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Uhm... Wow ❯ Happening Burger- Happy Effect ( Chapter 1 )

Story Name: Uhm… Wow

 

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH!

 

Claimer: I own EVERYTHING else

 

Pairings: Hiei x OC, Kuwabara x Yukina, Yusuke x Keiko, Kurama x ?

 

Rated for: blood (eventually), gore (eventually), language (present!), and sexual themes *deadpans*

 

Note: This is a trial run of the story. Therefore I might update chapters a lot (as in rewrite or proofread..). And I'm slow, and need inspiration. So when you review, if you have any random comments- no matter how screwed up they are- even if they have NOTHING to do with the story- do not hesitate to put it as a review or with a review!!

 

 

 

Chapter 1 Happening Burger- Happy Effect

 

“Welcome to Happening Burger, King of Burglars and Jointed Chilly dogs, how may I rape your oriental?” A girl, about 17 says happily at the top of her lungs. She could see from a screen slightly above the burger shaped cash register in front of her that her customer was an elderly lady driving an old Volts Wagon.

 

The girl has dyed black hair and red highlights that reach down a little past her shoulders. She has the top of her hair pulled back and tied together with bright orange string. Her naturally royal purple eyes are done up with navy blue eyeliner and sparkly light blue eye shadow lightly applied to her eye lids. Her naturally snow tinted face sustained its own blush. Her lips were glossed with a peachy-tannish gloss. Her left ear is pierced twice in the lobe and she has adorned it with blue tiny rings, her right ear is pierced from the lobe to the top, all with similar tiny rings- one of the rings having a little ball attached to it. She's wearing her work uniform, orange vest on top of a white blouse. Black slacks and orange (ordered from the Happy Burger's official website, under the “Happy Employee's” section) shoes. Her name tag, which was also in the shape of a smiling burger (this however appeared to have cheese) reads, “Sissy”

 

“And may I suggest our Happening Burger Happy Special for the day, a Special to Bring Smiles to Your Day and Make the rest of your pitiful existence Happy for a while, Happy Burger Supreme. Done up to your likings.” She says happily playing with the microphone attached to her headset. The speakers of her headset were in the shape of burgers, with humps on the seeable side to represent a smiley face.

 

She presses the buttons on what appears to be a control panel next to the cash register and the camera zooms in on the elderly lady to show a clearly offended expression.

 

“Well I never…” The microphone on the menu in the drive through picks up the elderly lady's voice.

 

“Never had a Happy Burger Supreme? You don't know what you're missing, Ma'am! What's that? You want to know what comes with the Happening Burger Happy Special for the day? Well, with the Happy Burger Supreme you also get a large drink and large fry for half the price you'd get on normal days! And if you're not satisfied, Happy Burger won't give you're money back but will most definitely encourage you to waste more of your money on our snot seasoned Happy Burgers!!”

 

The camera shows the elderly lady rolling up her window. Screeching breaks are heard, no help needed by the hidden mics outside to bring the sound inside the fast food restaurant.

 

“Please come again!” Sissy closes the link between her microphone and that of the speakers outside and calmly takes off the headset altogether. She brushes invisible dirt off both of her shoulders in a “job well done” manner.

 

She walks out of the tiny drive-through-order room and stretches her arms above her head and yawns. Everyone who was wearing a headset was in an uproar, laughing, or shaking their head in dismissal of her apparent disgrace.

 

“Lunch shift. Seeya guys.” She waves a hand over her shoulder as she walks through the front counter door.

 

“Hey can you do me a favor, Sissy?” Her boss asks her before she went through the exit door. She turned and saw her boss-manager forcing a joyful smile on his face.

 

He is wearing a similar uniform, except his looked like he loyally takes it to the cleaners every day. It is a bright vibrant clean orange.

 

Sissy turns on her heels and salutes him, “Anythin' for chu, Ralphy.” She gives him a lofty smile. Her eyes look at him laughingly, daring him.

 

“Don't come back.”

 

“Can do.” Sissy does a bow, waving her right arm in `humble' circles as she did and exited through the emergency exit door (it's right next to the actual exit door). She stood outside with door open, the alarm going off inside, disturbing everyone at their booths and center tables. She waits for the uproar of laughter in the kitchen with her fellow ex-employees and closes the door.

 

Sissy walked over to the employee parking spots and hopped into her old blue Mustang. The inside was well kept. She just loves her cars; she kept the leather seats without a scuff or tear for the past 2 years. She replaced the radio with a brand new Sirius Radio. From her rear view mirror, she hung a picture of her mother and her from when she was 10. The picture is in a tiny picture frame in the shape of vines.

 

She revved the engine and sped out of the parking lot and weaved in and out of traffic the whole way to her shared house

 

Irritably she stomped out of the car and slammed the door making the car shake a few seconds. She stomped up to the front door of her house and took a look around her before she reached behind the porch lamp and weaseled out a house key. She unlocked the door and instead of putting the key back, she threw it into the bushes next to the door.

 

“AGAIN, SISSY?! How many times are you going to get yourself fired? Can't you BEHAVE for more than a MINUTE? How are you going to get ANYWHERE in life?” Sissy's roommate, Agatha yelled at her. Agatha is a straight A student with high honors. She has colleges from everywhere groveling at her feet. She had dyed dark red hair and her eyes were a soft green. She was still in her Café clothes- and apron and cap.

 

“Well, to start things off. I'm already a failure. If you've gone and forgotten, let me remind you that I DROPPED OUT OFF SCHOOL. Therefore, no college, therefore, no job, THEREFORE I FAIL!! And plus, I've had enough jobs to work at Wal-Mart.” She says deviously side glancing Agatha from the refrigerator.

 

“UG!!” Agatha throws her arms in the air in defeat and stomps up the stairs of the house to her bedroom.

 

Sissy shrugged her off and poured herself some grape juice into a plastic red cup. She leaned on the fake marble counter that was across the kitchen from the window and gazed through. She was now in a completely calm state, not that she ever gets angry, she's been known to be cool about everything.

 

She never really liked the job Agatha had gotten her at Happening Burger… Happening Burger… Whatever the name of that horrid place was. Sissy doesn't like meat- it tastes weird to her. However, she doesn't like tofu either- she'd rather just eat an apple or grapes, hoho's and some cookies, but mostly grapes. Agatha lectures her almost ever dinner, for the past 2 years, on how her eating habits will starve her.

 

Her thoughts are interrupted by Agatha's screeching from upstairs at her.

 

“OH! Sissy! I have a friend coming over! I'd like you to meet him! His really nice! You should go out with him! Maybe he'll change you around and you'll learn to eat and how to shake the bed a little quieter!”

 

Sissy spray-spit out her grape juice all over the kitchen floor, “WHAT THE FUCK, AGATHA!!”

 

Agatha has a thing for finding Sissy a `sex partner'. Agatha doesn't exactly believe in love and marriage. She believes in bedding something to keep the earth populated. She's stopped trying to get Sissy to see her side of it, and just settles for finding , or trying to find, a `sex partner' for her.

 

Sissy has standards that in Agatha's view portrays an alien vision of the perfect guy.

 

“My dude is going to wear a biker's outfit and ride a BIKE not a motorcycle cuz that's to cool, and I want a reason to laugh whenever I see him ride… peddle up to where I work. He has to have black hair and green eyes. He needs to have a nice voice so that he can sing me to sleep with rock ballads… from like.. Gunz n' Roses.. or something.”

 

Just then the doorbell rang and Agatha popped out of no where at the bottom of the steps and danced on her tip toes to the front door.

 

“Hel—OOOOHMYGOD!!” Agatha started to scream and a loud ripping sound filled the room.

 

“Yeh, let it rip Agatha. Go get him tiger.” Sissy said mockingly as she sipped some more on what was left of her grape juice.

 

Agatha was known for her `erratic' and `random' sex places and noises. It rather disturbed the virgin Sissy, but the ripping thing was new.

 

Sissy sighed, “Agatha? What the hell are you doing, now?” She asks practically throwing her cup at the counter and strutting out of the kitchen.

 

The door was still open - Agatha never left the door open.

 

“Agatha?” She stepped through the doorway and saw red stuff on the steps. Sissy's black hair fell out of its half ponytail suddenly, the string falling to the ground. Sissy looked up, glaring at the hair piece offender and gawked. And arrow rested not even an inch over her head- her nose was touching the stuff on the end of it.

 

Sissy, starting to freak out stepped backwards back into the house and slammed the door shut. She locked the many locks: deadbolts, chain locks, handle locks, latch locks, LOCK locks. She leaned against the door huffing and scanning the inside of her house franticly.

 

Agatha…

 

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