Log, complete

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When; June 3rd, 2007
Rating; PG-13 for language
Characters; Jyabura [maten_rou] & Kumadori [shishi_kebab]
Summary; Kuma gets all emo and of course someone like the Government's werewolf is exactly the right guy to cheer someone up. Or tell someone how to get a girlfriend ♥
Log;

The first thing that came to mind was LIGHT.

Then PAIN.

Then HOLY SHIT, HAS THE SUN ALWAYS BEEN THAT BRIGHT?

The big lump with wild, ridiculously long pink hair let out a groan that was filled with tiredness, aggravation, and pain. He shifted over to his side away from the window, as if that were going to help. He hadn’t felt this sort of headache since when he first arrived in this strange place, but Kumadori didn’t give a flying fuck right now about the last time he had a killer migraine. Even with the covers over his head, the light still got to him, taunting him and his headache.

What exactly had happened..? He didn’t remember. He didn’t really care, actually. His hand was unconsciously feeling around the futon, until it came across something smooth and round. Continuing to touch the mystery object, it turned out to be the shape of a bottle. Bottle. It felt like the shape of a sake bottle. Sake. His head throbbed even more and another pain-filled groan was released.

A sudden sweep of remembrance came over him, and it was starting to all come together again. Well, sort of. He just remembers crying hysterically in a corner and yelling God knows what at Jyabura. Speaking of which, he wondered where Jyabura was at the moment. Also what time it was. And what day. Too many questions wanting to be answered, and all he did was lay there and just let out various groans and “Yoi”s.


Jyabura wasn’t exactly pleased. Actually, he was rather pissed off. Fine, so the curses in this crazy place didn’t bother him for a while or at least didn’t cause too much trouble. Fine, so he had Kaku and Kumadori and Maria. Especially Maria, to be honest. Alas he had them all in the same place, which was a bit... bothersome.

But Lucci was gone. That stupid fucker had found a way out of this place and returned to Enies Lobby. Shouldn’t someone who hates the guts of this guy be happy that he finally vanished from this place? No, Jyabura didn’t like this thought at all. He didn’t like it that he was stuck in this place and couldn’t keep an eye on that motherfucker anymore, who now did fucking hell knows what back in their world. This little circumstance caused him to be slightly grumpy since days, even more grumpy than usual. He only kept being bearable towards Maria, who had the girlfriend-bonus.

So it wasn’t enough that the fucking cat disappeard, no, now stupid Kumadori got drunk and cried and bitched around about who knows what. Jyabura didn’t get his friend’s problems. He really wasn’t the type of guy you use to cry on his shoulder and get comforted. If you want people getting beaten up mighty good who annoyed you or pissed you off, then he was the right address, though.

After the wolf had accompanied Maria to her working place in some bar (he still couldn’t stand the mere thought of it, but Maria was too stubborn to let go off it) he entered the little house with an annoyed sigh. Great. Now dealing with a huge drunken crybaby, he thought with his eyes rolling and walked towards where he had to let Kumadori sleep out his hangover. “Are you awake yet?” he barked while opening the slide door, not even paying attention to be in any way sensible or at least quiet.


Kumadori was now awake enough to realize that he had drank too much and that he was now suffering from the horrid side effects, and so he tried sitting up. Nausea came bouncing into the scene, and he gagged a little. Why did he have to drink so much in the first place? Now that he couldn’t remember. Maybe due to stress of waking up in a totally different place all of a sudden with no way home, but some time has passed since he first arrived. He was used to Jyabura barking different things at him, so it wasn’t that either. He just didn’t know. Maybe he just got carried away after a few drinks.

The sound of the sliding door opening seemed about ten times louder than it really was, and the bark caused his head to throb harder, making his nausea even worse. “Jyabura, why must you be so loud?!” he wailed, the palm of his hands pressed up against his forehead.


“Oh shut up” Jyabura snarled, but actually felt a bit of pity towards his colleague, knowing all too well how a hangover feels. But then, knowing all too well how to cure them, too. “Drink. A lot” he said and threw a bottle of water to Kumadori he had fetched from outside the room, knowing he would catch it. Someone with his douriki wouldn’t fail to do that, no matter how drunk.

“Drink as much water as you can and sleep a lot” he ordered and went to the window, aimlessly looking outside of it. At least there didn’t seem to be some fucked up curse going on. Not yet. He turned around and crossed his arms, giving Kumadori a condemnatory look. “And now, what the hell is wrong with you?!”


A limp tendril of hair caught the water bottle, as he opened it and took a shaky sip. “You don’t have to yell…” he said weakly. He looked down at the water bottle, feeling ashamed and dishonorable. This was so embarrassing for him, getting himself so drunk that he passed out. He hiccupped and took another drink.

”I’m sorry… I don’t know how I got myself into this situation… a man shouldn’t go this low.” He knew now that he’d have to make up for all of this later, but not by suicide. Suicide probably could regain his honor, though. “I truly am sorry, though…”


“Come on. Only pussies never get drunk in their life” he tried to calm Kumadori down and actually thought that way. Lucci surely never was drunk. And Lucci surely never drank real alcohol except for some girly wine. Jyabura didn’t have too much talent in comforting people, or at least in comforting guys, so he scratched unsurely over the scar across his eye when there was a big silence in the room.

“Now, yeah, whatever” he snarled and crossed his arms again. “That doesn’t answer my question. Just what the hell is your problem?”


Kumadori just blinked, with dark circles under his eyes that were even visible through all the thick make up he wore. “Yoyoi, I don’t know…” He picked up the sake bottle that was hiding in his futon, and set it aside. “Stress, perhaps..”

He didn’t remember any sort of time that he had passed out from being drunk. Maybe feeling a little dizzy from a couple of drinks every now and then back at home, but no, something like this has never happened in his years of living. He’s seen other people that have had one too many, and they often acted foolish. Kumadori’s eyes widened in horror. “Jyaburaaa, what all did I do?!”


“Acted drunk” the wolf replied dryly. “Mostly crying and bitching about something” he added and scratched over his scar again. “Now, I bet we can discuss that matter better with you acting all normal again, yes?” he asked hypothetically and just asked himself what in the world ‘normal’ meant for a guy who ran around in Kabuki look all the time. He grabbed for the sake bottle that was still half-full, opened it and took some deep sips.

“So, you want a girlfriend that badly?” he started to pick on him as he wasn’t a friend of talking around a subject and ran his sleeve over his mouth.


“Girlfriend?!” Kumadori choked. “Was that what I was talking about?” He took another drink from the water bottle, and gulped it down heavily. Of all the personal secrets that a drunk would gladly share to the world, it had to be that one. “Well, since you askeeed...”

He started to toy with the water bottle again, his eyes down on it the entire time he spoke. This was such an awkward and untouched subject for him. After spending so much of his life training, the thoughts of a relationship was almost unknown to him. He knows what they are about, what they give, but didn’t know what it was like to have those feelings. Now he was living in a house with two people who shared those special feelings with each other. He looked up and frowned. “Not that badly. Those words that I spoke muuust’ve been bottled up feelings that I over exaaaaggerated…” His expression fell again and he sighed.

“Maaaybe… more of a platonic type of relationship. Ever since…” He sniffed, using the sleeve of his yukata to wipe up any tears that had fallen from his eyes. “Since… my dear mother found eternal happiness… I’ve felt empty.”


Jyabura let the bottle in his hand circle around while listening, then stopped to rub his temple for a moment. Kumadori’s mother wasn’t even dead, but explaining this fact to her beloved son was useless. He sighed annoyed and took another sip of the alcohol.

“Well, guess what, platonic or not, you won’t find any friends if you stay home all day. You’re not weak, so go out and make friends, and make sure to pick some sane ones” he said, unable to get how his colleague wasn’t able to get this simple solution for his problem. Jyabura didn’t have much friends here, hell, he wouldn’t call most of them even friends, but it could never be a bad idea to gather some people around you who could help you out sometime. In the end, friends were at least useful. Now, if someone was able to find special ones like Maria or Nell, the better.


”Yoyoi, I am aware of that! It’s just thaaat…” His eyes seemed to wander around the room, as if someone else might be there, listening. It was a bit of a habit he picked up in Enies Lobby since Fukurou was often lurking about, just waiting to make any little secret the big talking topic of the whole island. “I don’t… really have much experience when it comes to talking with women.” Of course, not in a way that he can make friends with them. Kalifa was a different story, because even though she accused everyone (including him) of sexual harassment, normally their conversations were about business. He COULD talk to females. Just not in a way to make friends with them.


“I see...” Jyabura replied with a grin that didn’t exactly promise good things to come ahead. Not with that tone in his voice. “I really see, my poor friend... Someone needs to teach you in it. In how to handle girls properly” he said with a tone that said ‘Why how good that you found me, cause I’m exactly the one to do so!’

He emptied the bottle with a final deep sip and threw it away in some corner, already managed the art of not breaking it into pieces, and sat on the floor next to his poor loveless friend in tailor seat, closed his eyes and scratched over his goatee, deep in thoughts. “So, now... what kind of girl do you prefer?”


“How to handle girls properly? That sounds disrespectful towards women, which I am not wanting to do! Though you do have a girlfriend… Alright~” His eyes wandered around again, not because of looking for listeners, but in thought. “A woman that does not mind being with someone who is 10 feet taller than her.” he said dryly. “I have flaws. Every man does, but when, when when when, there is someone who can bare those flaws, then… maybe her. Patience is also another thing I admire in a person.”


“That’s right, I do have a girlfriend, so I’m doing it right! So don’t tell me what you want or not!” the wolf barked at Kumadori, “I obviously know it better!”

After a few seconds of thought he continued. “Flaws, blabla. You’re a man, you know? Your main purpose is to protect your girl and keep her happy! That is our job as men. Protect her with your dear life! We can’t afford to be consider of our flaws! Forget them! Just try being the best in everything you do, then flaws don’t matter!” Ah well, wasn’t that just typical Jyabura philosophy? “Patience?” he asked him unbelieving. “That is... It’s not what I meant. I mean, do you like tough girls or sweet girls or ladies or the like? You know? I like mine sweet and caring...” he added and either didn’t want to admit or ignored the fact that Maria could be indeed sweet and caring, but wasn’t your typical cute helpless girl. Pretty much the opposite of it. Maybe it was that what he liked about her.

“Anyways!” he suddenly broke the silence, “when you find someone you fancy, just follow her around. You know, bring her flowers and candy and write letters and all that. Chicks dig that. And act like a man. No poetry. No crying. You get that?”


“Yoooi!” Kumadori’s eyes (more like eye, since one is closed) widened in surprise. “I am a man! A lion, more like it! I certainly do not cry!”

Awkward silence.

Kumadori started once again, a more serious look in his eye. “I understand my duties when it comes to caring for a woman… a man- no, a warrior, would gladly give his life to protect hers, I being that man! I can’t afford to lose her like I did with…” he bit his lower lip, but continued on. This was no time for crying. Then he looked just a bit lost.

”Yoi… following her around seems a bit extreme, doesn’t it? I can understand writing letters… and women like poetry. As for a type… someone I can protect. Sweet and caring, if that’s what you call it.”


Jyabura’s look during the awkward silence-part pretty much said that he totally believed him. Sure, you don’t cry ever, right? He looked away to search for some other bottle of sake with his eyes, but Kumadori had certainly wasted all of it.

“...anyways” he started, “as long as you don’t even know someone here, it doesn’t make any sense. And when you get to know one, treat her nicely. Basically, that’s it.” And basically it was what Miss Jones had told him. Be a gentleman. And hey, it worked. When he picked Maria up from the woods and decided against hunting her down. Would have been a pity indeed.


Kumadori had a look of ‘Well D’UH.’ on his face, but his tone of voice remained calm and somewhat loud. “I understand… Always, always treat a woman nicely~~”
His head gave out a single throb to remind him that he had a hangover, so he let out a muffled sound and took another swig from the water bottle. He’d need to sleep some more after this. “Yet there is a problem that I seem to have… I… don’t know how to.. talk... to them. How did you first meet Maria?”

“Just talk to them!” Jyabura snapped at Kumadori. Why did this guy make already complicated things even more complicated? “Be yourself, or rather, be yourself but a bit better and nicer than usual, and that is all!” he added and crossed his arms, before his colleague’s question made them unfold again in surprise.

“I uhhh... She was new in the City and I met her and offered her a place to stay and all that. I was just nice, you see?” he answered shortly and left out the whole story with the hunting in the woods and the little sake incident. Not only it was a thing between Maria and him, but maybe Kumadori would think that this is the best way to flirt and do the same. The mere thought made Jyabura put his hand on his forehead with an annoyed sigh.


He nodded, but felt a little uneasy to see that Jyabura was getting annoyed with him. He was used to being yelled at, and knew that Jyabura didn’t have the best temper, but seeing that he was making someone not happy still got to him.

“I’m sorry…” There was probably no need for that apology, but it was just something Kumadori always did to maintain his respect. He wouldn’t dare lose a bit of his honor. “Okay, just be nice to her… perhaps it’ll be most ben-ben-beneficial if I introduced myself to a newcomer of the city.”


“That’s what I told you from the beginning” Jyabura said and got up. “Just go out and make some friends. And watch out for the freaks, there are enough of them here to keep the whole World Government busy” he added, stretched a bit and went to the door. “Actually, a lot of nice girls too. But lemme tell you, if you find some, you can’t bring her here! That house is small enough” he said before he turned around to leave the room and let Kumadori find some sleep he’ll definitely need in his state.

‘Now great’, he thought and went downstairs. ‘Instead of planning how to get the fucking pirates down, I’m helping him get a girlfriend.’ He was urgently in need of a good cold sake.