ABO snippet 1
Apr. 10th, 2004 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiSince I don't seem to be in the mood to actually write the rest of the chapter, we get some of the pieces that are going to go into it. Probably. I feel like sharing.
This was written shortly after the whole thing with the professor's car and the resulting rally, etc. Warning for strong language.
Kagome looked out her doorway just as the person who had come through the outer door should be passing. Instead, he stopped at Fuji’s door and fiddled with it, eventually rattling the handle. Then he looked around – Kagome, who was wearing headphones, snapped her head forward and looked fascinated by the computer screen and was ignored – before pulling out a pen and starting to scrawl nasty words and phrases all over her door.
Kagome got up and picked up the phone, dialing Fuji’s cell phone. It picked up on the first ring.
~ Hello? ~ The crackling underneath her words meant she was inside – probably still upstairs. Good.
“You probably want to check on your door,” Kagome said quietly. “As soon as possible.”
~Got it. I’ll be right there.~ She hung up.
Kagome put the phone down and moved back to her computer, ready to grab Renkotsu – for that was who it was – if he tried to get away.
It proved unnecessary. From where she sat, she could just see the edge of Fuji’s shadow as she came to a stop, arms probably folded. She watched in silence for a moment.
“I’m not paid.”
Renkotsu jumped and stumbled back to face Fuji, who moved forward and into Kagome’s view.
“A whore is someone who is paid to commit sexual acts upon their employer. I’m not paid, so I’m not a whore.”
“Bitch!” he spat.
Fuji inclined her head. “That I will give you. You, however, are a coward.”
“What? Because I try to—“
“Because you do nasty, sneaky things like this instead of saying it to my face. Afraid?”
“Of what, foreigner?”
“Me?”
“I’m not the one who should be afraid.”
“Yes, yes, you intend to frighten me into… whatever. You know what? Fuck that. Fuck you. The color of my skin and the shape of my eyes should make absolutely no fucking difference. I’m a person, damn it, same as you.”
“You’re a foreigner.”
“Oh, how terrible! My ancestors were nasty barbarians who invaded and pillaged – and were essentially farmers with nowhere to farm back home. What the fuck does that have to do with me?”
He opened his mouth.
“Nothing!” Fuji said, overriding him. “That was twelve hundred years ago! Besides, my karma is mine, not my family’s. And even if I did kill things in a previous life – who gives a fuck? I’ve probably already atoned for that already! By dying in a brutal way! Hate is something you’re supposed to shun, isn’t it?”
He opened his mouth again, closed it, and shook his head. “Foreigners are no good.”
“Ah, so it’s just because I’m not Japanese huh?”
Renkotsu nodded.
“You racist.” She grabbed his wrist and turned. “Come on. We’re going to the Office of Student Life, so I can turn you in for defacing property and slander.”
This was written shortly after the whole thing with the professor's car and the resulting rally, etc. Warning for strong language.
Kagome looked out her doorway just as the person who had come through the outer door should be passing. Instead, he stopped at Fuji’s door and fiddled with it, eventually rattling the handle. Then he looked around – Kagome, who was wearing headphones, snapped her head forward and looked fascinated by the computer screen and was ignored – before pulling out a pen and starting to scrawl nasty words and phrases all over her door.
Kagome got up and picked up the phone, dialing Fuji’s cell phone. It picked up on the first ring.
~ Hello? ~ The crackling underneath her words meant she was inside – probably still upstairs. Good.
“You probably want to check on your door,” Kagome said quietly. “As soon as possible.”
~Got it. I’ll be right there.~ She hung up.
Kagome put the phone down and moved back to her computer, ready to grab Renkotsu – for that was who it was – if he tried to get away.
It proved unnecessary. From where she sat, she could just see the edge of Fuji’s shadow as she came to a stop, arms probably folded. She watched in silence for a moment.
“I’m not paid.”
Renkotsu jumped and stumbled back to face Fuji, who moved forward and into Kagome’s view.
“A whore is someone who is paid to commit sexual acts upon their employer. I’m not paid, so I’m not a whore.”
“Bitch!” he spat.
Fuji inclined her head. “That I will give you. You, however, are a coward.”
“What? Because I try to—“
“Because you do nasty, sneaky things like this instead of saying it to my face. Afraid?”
“Of what, foreigner?”
“Me?”
“I’m not the one who should be afraid.”
“Yes, yes, you intend to frighten me into… whatever. You know what? Fuck that. Fuck you. The color of my skin and the shape of my eyes should make absolutely no fucking difference. I’m a person, damn it, same as you.”
“You’re a foreigner.”
“Oh, how terrible! My ancestors were nasty barbarians who invaded and pillaged – and were essentially farmers with nowhere to farm back home. What the fuck does that have to do with me?”
He opened his mouth.
“Nothing!” Fuji said, overriding him. “That was twelve hundred years ago! Besides, my karma is mine, not my family’s. And even if I did kill things in a previous life – who gives a fuck? I’ve probably already atoned for that already! By dying in a brutal way! Hate is something you’re supposed to shun, isn’t it?”
He opened his mouth again, closed it, and shook his head. “Foreigners are no good.”
“Ah, so it’s just because I’m not Japanese huh?”
Renkotsu nodded.
“You racist.” She grabbed his wrist and turned. “Come on. We’re going to the Office of Student Life, so I can turn you in for defacing property and slander.”