Bacon N Eggs
folder
Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,609
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,609
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Kingdom Hearts I or II or any other Kingdome Hearts charactors or videogames. I do not make any money, what-so-ever (unfortunatley) from these writtings.
chapter 3
*Thank you all for reading! Here's another chapter, I hope you read and enjoy! PLEASE REVIEW!!!:D *
fyi - *text* is a thought. :)
Roxas was practically skipping as he came out of the subway station towards his apartment. He couldn’t believe the luck he had today. Meeting a complete stranger who buys him five packs of cigarettes then turns around to give him $100? Roxas knew buying the cigarettes was generous but to give him cash on top of that was just fantastic. And just to put the cherry on top the same guy bought all of his paintings for $7000!
Roxas was the happiest he’d been in months; now he could pay off all the missed months of rent he had stacked up.
*Well, not entirely*, Roxas thought, *I would still owe $20 dollars.*
He giggled to himself, *But what’s $20? I’m sure if I asked Mr. Axel “Rich-piano-guy” Kullhem for 20 extra bucks, let’s say for a delivery charge, he would gladly pay. Then I can get the $7120 to landlord Oscar. I don’t see how this day could get any worse.* Roxas smiled.
However, the smile quickly faded from his face as he turned the corner and headed towards the door to his apartment. Nailed there was a piece of paper with big red letters stating: NOTICE.
As Roxas arrived to his door he pulled the paper unceremoniously from its nail and read:
Dear Mr. Roxas McCoy,
This is a notice of eviction for nine months of unpaid rent. There will be a 24 hour window ending at 5p.m. on Wednesday the 11th of November. During this 24 hour window any personal items must be taken out of the apartment or are surrendered to the owner, as stated in your contract. Thank you for using our apartment and for your compliance with your eviction.
Sincerely,
Owner of Essex Apartment Complex,
Mr. Oscar Gorbachov
“Shit!” Roxas yelled at his door while punching his right hand on the outer brick wall. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Roxas continued to punch the wall until he could feel warm blood trickle down his cold fingers from his swelling knuckles. Taking deep breaths, Roxas reached underneath his sweatshirt and tore a strip of t-shirt away from his body. Sure it wasn’t the cleanest thing in the whole world but he needed something to hold his bloodied knuckles. As he tied the shirt around his hand, he walked to the leasing office around the corner.
The door held a sign saying welcome in: English, French, Spanish, Polish, and Russian. But, Roxas wasn’t there to socialize. He barged in the door and demanded to see Oscar to the front receptionist. She picked up her phone frantically, as if Roxas was threatening her with a gun, and dialed a three digit code. She spoke briefly in Polish to the man on the other end of the line. Once she hung the phone up she pointed to the door three feet behind her.
Roxas strode over and opened the door in fury, “Oscar! What the hell is this?” Roxas waved the eviction notice hysterically in the man’s sunken in face.
Oscar was by no means a tough looking guy; his face was old, hollow except for the large nose that protruded and extremely pale from being in his office the whole year round. His 5 foot frail body showed signs of neglect from years of running the apartment complex. However, he was intimidating. He had an attitude about him; everyone, including Roxas, knew he did not tolerate bullshit.
“It eviction notice,” Oscar said, his words saturated in his Polish accent, “means you leave from no rent.”
“I know what it means,” Roxas continued to yell at the man, “but this time I really have all the money!”
Oscar sighed and put his forefinger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. “Kid, look. I no have time for you, always put off to next month. Not anymore, you leave.”
Roxas bent down onto his knees putting his folded hands in front of him in a praying gesture, “Please, Oscar give me another chance, I promise to have the money to you tomorrow. Please,” Roxas continued to beg and plead with the man, “please, give me one more chance.”
Oscar knelt down to where Roxas had started to beg, “Rocks-ass,” Oscar never got how to say his name, “Rocks-ass, I give you nine chances already, no more. You have better life out of these walls, tomorrow you leave with paintings. I wish luck to you.”
Roxas looked up to Oscar’s face. He realized that Oscar was being sincere and that he was actually wishing him good luck in finding another place to live. He realized that he was just harming Oscar by staying there; he knew he had to move out.
“Thank you Oscar. And I’m sorry,” Roxas said as he slowly stood up, “for all the trouble I put you through.”
“It ok, kid,” Oscar replied as he too stood up, “now sleep and leave.” He pointed to the door.
Roxas exited out of the leasing office and lumbered back to his apartment for the last night he would stay in the dust-caked room.
fyi - *text* is a thought. :)
Roxas was practically skipping as he came out of the subway station towards his apartment. He couldn’t believe the luck he had today. Meeting a complete stranger who buys him five packs of cigarettes then turns around to give him $100? Roxas knew buying the cigarettes was generous but to give him cash on top of that was just fantastic. And just to put the cherry on top the same guy bought all of his paintings for $7000!
Roxas was the happiest he’d been in months; now he could pay off all the missed months of rent he had stacked up.
*Well, not entirely*, Roxas thought, *I would still owe $20 dollars.*
He giggled to himself, *But what’s $20? I’m sure if I asked Mr. Axel “Rich-piano-guy” Kullhem for 20 extra bucks, let’s say for a delivery charge, he would gladly pay. Then I can get the $7120 to landlord Oscar. I don’t see how this day could get any worse.* Roxas smiled.
However, the smile quickly faded from his face as he turned the corner and headed towards the door to his apartment. Nailed there was a piece of paper with big red letters stating: NOTICE.
As Roxas arrived to his door he pulled the paper unceremoniously from its nail and read:
Dear Mr. Roxas McCoy,
This is a notice of eviction for nine months of unpaid rent. There will be a 24 hour window ending at 5p.m. on Wednesday the 11th of November. During this 24 hour window any personal items must be taken out of the apartment or are surrendered to the owner, as stated in your contract. Thank you for using our apartment and for your compliance with your eviction.
Sincerely,
Owner of Essex Apartment Complex,
Mr. Oscar Gorbachov
“Shit!” Roxas yelled at his door while punching his right hand on the outer brick wall. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
Roxas continued to punch the wall until he could feel warm blood trickle down his cold fingers from his swelling knuckles. Taking deep breaths, Roxas reached underneath his sweatshirt and tore a strip of t-shirt away from his body. Sure it wasn’t the cleanest thing in the whole world but he needed something to hold his bloodied knuckles. As he tied the shirt around his hand, he walked to the leasing office around the corner.
The door held a sign saying welcome in: English, French, Spanish, Polish, and Russian. But, Roxas wasn’t there to socialize. He barged in the door and demanded to see Oscar to the front receptionist. She picked up her phone frantically, as if Roxas was threatening her with a gun, and dialed a three digit code. She spoke briefly in Polish to the man on the other end of the line. Once she hung the phone up she pointed to the door three feet behind her.
Roxas strode over and opened the door in fury, “Oscar! What the hell is this?” Roxas waved the eviction notice hysterically in the man’s sunken in face.
Oscar was by no means a tough looking guy; his face was old, hollow except for the large nose that protruded and extremely pale from being in his office the whole year round. His 5 foot frail body showed signs of neglect from years of running the apartment complex. However, he was intimidating. He had an attitude about him; everyone, including Roxas, knew he did not tolerate bullshit.
“It eviction notice,” Oscar said, his words saturated in his Polish accent, “means you leave from no rent.”
“I know what it means,” Roxas continued to yell at the man, “but this time I really have all the money!”
Oscar sighed and put his forefinger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. “Kid, look. I no have time for you, always put off to next month. Not anymore, you leave.”
Roxas bent down onto his knees putting his folded hands in front of him in a praying gesture, “Please, Oscar give me another chance, I promise to have the money to you tomorrow. Please,” Roxas continued to beg and plead with the man, “please, give me one more chance.”
Oscar knelt down to where Roxas had started to beg, “Rocks-ass,” Oscar never got how to say his name, “Rocks-ass, I give you nine chances already, no more. You have better life out of these walls, tomorrow you leave with paintings. I wish luck to you.”
Roxas looked up to Oscar’s face. He realized that Oscar was being sincere and that he was actually wishing him good luck in finding another place to live. He realized that he was just harming Oscar by staying there; he knew he had to move out.
“Thank you Oscar. And I’m sorry,” Roxas said as he slowly stood up, “for all the trouble I put you through.”
“It ok, kid,” Oscar replied as he too stood up, “now sleep and leave.” He pointed to the door.
Roxas exited out of the leasing office and lumbered back to his apartment for the last night he would stay in the dust-caked room.