The Chikamori Selfacy (A Reboot)
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Generation One
Chapter Five
A Day of Respite (Part Two)
The Next Morning
It was apparent that Mayumi’s insistence to the builders on getting second hand appliances to outfit the house wasn’t the best idea in the world to be cost-effective as the other suites’ appliances were on the tail-end of their effective useful life and as such, caused enough headaches that in order for the others to be able to cook effectively, they had to come over to the Chikamori’s suite to cook their food which annoyed Mayumi to no end. Mayumi, being sure that they weren’t using their appliances effectively, complained vociferously to Yasunobu and Yasunobu pretty much shrugged his shoulders with the explanation that if the appliances weren’t working properly; that if Mayumi wasn’t going to get the builders to replace them under warranty then she had no reason to complain about the neighbours coming over and using their appliances.
It annoyed Mayumi immensely that Molly French would come over to Mayumi’s suite and utilize her stove just dressed in her nightie and Mayumi was rapidly growing aggravated to the point where she was about to blow.
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Satoshi, on the other hand, was highly interested in Molly French to the point where he was enamoured of her attributes; her cooking skill and her propensity to enjoy partying, which fed into his own interests and he seemed to find that she had the same love for getting the most out of life. Yet, he hadn’t had the gumption to try to get to know Molly better. But evidently Fate (or the Watcher) was putting them in the same spot.
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So it was a rather tentative Satoshi that went up to Molly and said, “Hello...” hoping that he wouldn’t get shot down in the attempt, after all, Satoshi was a long-haired scruffy looking mountain of an Asian man addicted to rock music as opposed to classical like his brother, rippling with muscles, no doubt unusual for someone of that ethnicity to be that muscular as he was. Satoshi, unlike his older brother, was a big man and had to be, in order to travel the locales that he had without being accosted by ne’er-do-well locals bent on depriving a traveller of his or her possessions and pecuniary resources. His size had obviously made those who would do such things think twice about their unorthodox methods of obtaining “income”.
Her response was a shy, “Hi, Satoshi...” with a small smile; Molly, in fact, was hoping that Satoshi would talk to her as she was greatly interested in him and what he had gone through. Satoshi was a man who went against the grain of Japanese society – instead of taking a job as a salaryman taking orders from his shacho after university, he’d gone and done what he wanted to do, which was travel the world. Being a mother, Molly had suitors run the other direction when they found out that she had a daughter and to have someone genuinely interested in her as well as her daughter was flattering. Molly had oft-regretted her choices in men in terms of making sure that she had a stable and suitable person to show Sandi the ropes on being a productive human being that would make their way in the world upon reaching young adulthood. But she hoped that her thoughts about Satoshi would reveal him to be the man that was worthy enough of helping her raise Sandi to maturity.
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In any case, Satoshi having had a son with another woman had inured him to the trials of raising a child and he was more than interested in Molly enough so that raising an adopted daughter in addition to the biological son that he had brought into the world was no big deal-breaker. In fact he was willing to add one more family member to his little family if she was interested in him that way.
They hadn’t much time to talk about anything consequential as Molly had to go to work, but they did leave off with each other with the promise that they would talk further.
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Hogan's Diner
Jared Frio was still working at the diner though his reputation had taken a major beating along with the rest of his body. And he was still the same asshole that he used to be but never around Yasunobu, Satoshi or any of the McIrish family or Molly French. Jared knew all too well that all it would take would be one word getting back to that kid and his next place of residence would be Pleasant Rest Cemetery because he was sure that kid wouldn't hesitate to beat him to death. He'd never fought a martial artist before.
"Still moping..." Marty Keaton grinned sadistically. He didn't like Jared in the least and thought that it was hysterically funny to see Jared get beaten up by a teenager. Marty in fact thought Jared deserved every punch he'd gotten that night and then some. Jared's shiner had faded but he was still having some headaches. If he hadn't blown smoke in the kid's dad's face, Jared wouldn't be suffering those concussion symptoms. Too bad.
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"Eff off, Keaton..."
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"Still haven't learned your lesson, have you?" Marty snickered, flexing his muscles. His fists were even larger than Jared's. "Size ain't everything, even a bean-head like you should know that."
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"If I get my hands on..." Jared clenched his fists; gritting his teeth so hard Marty thought Jared would pop a molar.
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Marty guffawed, his laugh echoing off the cement wall of the restaurant and across the street to Doo Peas Business Center " you try that again and he's gonna hit you so goddanged hard you're gonna ralph your intestines. You stupid squatch."
Well unfortunately for Jared, he had to admit that Marty Keaton was right in one regard, Jared would blow smoke but after that savage beating that the Kung fu Kid had administered to him, there was no way that Jared would go after Haruo or risk getting his face beaten to a bloody pulp. Perhaps the next time that little runt may very well put him into a coma and that wouldn't bode well for Jared's continued existence on this planet.
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The ownership of Hogan's Diner had heard about the prizefight that had taken place just outside in their parking lot and had put Jared back on probation as punishment. For three months he had to keep his nose clean and not abuse the customers or they would fire him.
That was going to be a near impossibility as Jared's anti-social personality was deeply ingrained within his psyche. But Jared knew that if he wasn't going to find himself on pogey and looking for work, he would have to find some way to stifle his behaviour to an acceptable standard. So like it or not he would need to learn to play well with others if he wanted to keep his job. And there was a literal axe over his head.
(end Part 2)
Generation One
Chapter Five
A Day of Respite (Part Two)
The Next Morning
It was apparent that Mayumi’s insistence to the builders on getting second hand appliances to outfit the house wasn’t the best idea in the world to be cost-effective as the other suites’ appliances were on the tail-end of their effective useful life and as such, caused enough headaches that in order for the others to be able to cook effectively, they had to come over to the Chikamori’s suite to cook their food which annoyed Mayumi to no end. Mayumi, being sure that they weren’t using their appliances effectively, complained vociferously to Yasunobu and Yasunobu pretty much shrugged his shoulders with the explanation that if the appliances weren’t working properly; that if Mayumi wasn’t going to get the builders to replace them under warranty then she had no reason to complain about the neighbours coming over and using their appliances.
It annoyed Mayumi immensely that Molly French would come over to Mayumi’s suite and utilize her stove just dressed in her nightie and Mayumi was rapidly growing aggravated to the point where she was about to blow.
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Satoshi, on the other hand, was highly interested in Molly French to the point where he was enamoured of her attributes; her cooking skill and her propensity to enjoy partying, which fed into his own interests and he seemed to find that she had the same love for getting the most out of life. Yet, he hadn’t had the gumption to try to get to know Molly better. But evidently Fate (or the Watcher) was putting them in the same spot.
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So it was a rather tentative Satoshi that went up to Molly and said, “Hello...” hoping that he wouldn’t get shot down in the attempt, after all, Satoshi was a long-haired scruffy looking mountain of an Asian man addicted to rock music as opposed to classical like his brother, rippling with muscles, no doubt unusual for someone of that ethnicity to be that muscular as he was. Satoshi, unlike his older brother, was a big man and had to be, in order to travel the locales that he had without being accosted by ne’er-do-well locals bent on depriving a traveller of his or her possessions and pecuniary resources. His size had obviously made those who would do such things think twice about their unorthodox methods of obtaining “income”.
Her response was a shy, “Hi, Satoshi...” with a small smile; Molly, in fact, was hoping that Satoshi would talk to her as she was greatly interested in him and what he had gone through. Satoshi was a man who went against the grain of Japanese society – instead of taking a job as a salaryman taking orders from his shacho after university, he’d gone and done what he wanted to do, which was travel the world. Being a mother, Molly had suitors run the other direction when they found out that she had a daughter and to have someone genuinely interested in her as well as her daughter was flattering. Molly had oft-regretted her choices in men in terms of making sure that she had a stable and suitable person to show Sandi the ropes on being a productive human being that would make their way in the world upon reaching young adulthood. But she hoped that her thoughts about Satoshi would reveal him to be the man that was worthy enough of helping her raise Sandi to maturity.
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In any case, Satoshi having had a son with another woman had inured him to the trials of raising a child and he was more than interested in Molly enough so that raising an adopted daughter in addition to the biological son that he had brought into the world was no big deal-breaker. In fact he was willing to add one more family member to his little family if she was interested in him that way.
They hadn’t much time to talk about anything consequential as Molly had to go to work, but they did leave off with each other with the promise that they would talk further.
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Hogan's Diner
Jared Frio was still working at the diner though his reputation had taken a major beating along with the rest of his body. And he was still the same asshole that he used to be but never around Yasunobu, Satoshi or any of the McIrish family or Molly French. Jared knew all too well that all it would take would be one word getting back to that kid and his next place of residence would be Pleasant Rest Cemetery because he was sure that kid wouldn't hesitate to beat him to death. He'd never fought a martial artist before.
"Still moping..." Marty Keaton grinned sadistically. He didn't like Jared in the least and thought that it was hysterically funny to see Jared get beaten up by a teenager. Marty in fact thought Jared deserved every punch he'd gotten that night and then some. Jared's shiner had faded but he was still having some headaches. If he hadn't blown smoke in the kid's dad's face, Jared wouldn't be suffering those concussion symptoms. Too bad.
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"Eff off, Keaton..."
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"Still haven't learned your lesson, have you?" Marty snickered, flexing his muscles. His fists were even larger than Jared's. "Size ain't everything, even a bean-head like you should know that."
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"If I get my hands on..." Jared clenched his fists; gritting his teeth so hard Marty thought Jared would pop a molar.
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Marty guffawed, his laugh echoing off the cement wall of the restaurant and across the street to Doo Peas Business Center " you try that again and he's gonna hit you so goddanged hard you're gonna ralph your intestines. You stupid squatch."
Well unfortunately for Jared, he had to admit that Marty Keaton was right in one regard, Jared would blow smoke but after that savage beating that the Kung fu Kid had administered to him, there was no way that Jared would go after Haruo or risk getting his face beaten to a bloody pulp. Perhaps the next time that little runt may very well put him into a coma and that wouldn't bode well for Jared's continued existence on this planet.
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The ownership of Hogan's Diner had heard about the prizefight that had taken place just outside in their parking lot and had put Jared back on probation as punishment. For three months he had to keep his nose clean and not abuse the customers or they would fire him.
That was going to be a near impossibility as Jared's anti-social personality was deeply ingrained within his psyche. But Jared knew that if he wasn't going to find himself on pogey and looking for work, he would have to find some way to stifle his behaviour to an acceptable standard. So like it or not he would need to learn to play well with others if he wanted to keep his job. And there was a literal axe over his head.
(end Part 2)
