Story: Purely By Chance (chapter 3)

Authors: XxDollXx

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Chapter 3

Title: Tamato Paste; Chapter 10

[Author's notes: I'm so sorry, *Mina! My computer's broken again! (Thank god for my alpha smart thingy...) Well, here's chapter 10! Enjoy!


*mina - everyone
*Tadaima - “I’m home”
*Okaidinasai “Welcome back”
*yoshi - “alright”
*nondemonai- “it’s nothing”, or “it’s not important”
* nee- right]

One of THE best ways to wake up is with the person you think you have a crush on in your arms.
I have never been happier than to be woken up as early as I was. EVER. Tana had cried for a dipper change and a fresh bottle around seven in the morning. Tereya and I got up like tired parents. She had fell asleep laying on me, and I had my arms around her waist. She jumped at Tana yelling at the top of her lungs. She stumbled out of the bed, taking the blankets with her. I had just sighed and turned over taking the covers back. I was half asleep, so I didn’t remember what she had promised me. When I did, I figured Kieth was already awake, so I stayed in bed until Tery called for me. I groaned and stumbled out of her bed, taking the covers with me to the doorway. I went downstairs and saw Kieth with a pillow over his head, but he was still sleeping. “How can he sleep through that?” My darling Tereya was finishing up wiping Tana. “They share a room.” I nodded and went to her crib and got her bottle. “Four formula and two baby rice, right?” She nodded, looking very tired. I had the urge to just kiss her cheek, then go make Tana’s bottle, but I decided against it. I let the water run as I got out the baby rice and formula. I yawned really big, like a dog would, showing all of me teeth, then shook my head to wake up. By the time I got back, Tereya was shushing Tana and slightly bouncing her on torso. Tana ignored her and hollered. I sat down and my Tery handed me Tana. “Shhhh. Tana, baby. It’s okay. Hush.” I gave her the bottle and started humming “Hush” by, oh my god-ness, Automatic Loveletter. Tana hushed as soon as she had the bottle in her mouth.
Tereya sighed and sat next to me, moving Kieth’s feet. She laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I wanted to put my head on her’s, but I didn’t want her to move. “You tired still?” She nodded and sat up and stretched. “Yeah, but I’ll officially wake up in a minute. I can’t go back to sleep now.” She got up and stretched again, making her chest push out. “Alright. Is Kieth still sleeping?” I looked over at him and moved the pillow. He was passed out like a drunk person with a hangover. He was asleep in a puddle of drool, and more was still coming, and he was half off of the couch. I smiled and put the pillow back. “Yup. Passed out.” She nodded, pushing him back on the couch. “Put Tana in her play-pen and I’ll show you how to make pancakes.” My face lit up and my heart flew out of my chest. I quietly put Tana down. I propped up her bottle on her blanket so she wasn’t sucking air, then went into the kitchen. Tereya was getting out ingredients. “Okay, mutt.” She sounded like a drill sargent now.
“Put on a apron so you don’t get dirty, but before that, wash your hands.” I nodded and did as she said. “Okay. Measure as much as it says to on the back of the box, then put in into the big bowl.” She handed me a measuring cup. I measured it out, the put in a bowl. “Now add a little water. We want it to be thick and not liquidated.” I turned on the faucet. “Warm or cold?”
“Doesn’t matter. I use warm though- not burning hot.” I nodded and used warm water. I stirred it and it seemed very dry. “Add a little more water.” I did as she told me to. My Tery was lounging on the counter, giving me instructions like a drill sargent, looking like a sea siren. (Beautiful, but able to kill.) She let her leg swing as she watched me. “Okay that’s good. Now get the vanilla and sugar. If you want a certain fruit in them, get it out of the fridge.” Vanilla and sugar? Okay. She’s the cook here. I looked through the fridge after getting the vanilla and sugar. I saw lots of raspberries. I felt her hair tickle my neck. “…I like raspberries is all…” Her breathe was warm. “Do you want them in the pancakes?” She put her chin in my shoulder. “I don’t know. Never tried it.” She said, her chin making her head bounce as she talked. I grabbed for them. “First time for everything.” As I went to go stand, I felt her chest push against my back. She jumped. “S-Sorry…” She shook her head. “Whatever. J-Just dash the vanilla and sprinkle the sugar in there using your hand.” She glanced away, blushing. I did as she said, then washed my hands again. I gently grabbed a handful of raspberries and put them in the bowl. “Mix it without crushing them. If helps if you do this.” She took the spoon and kind of flipped the bottom of the contents to the top. “Do that. It won’t crush them. We should of used frozen raspberries because then they we wouldn’t have to worry about mush…”
Stiring it, I got pancake mix on my fingers with a bit of raspberries. I offered it to her. “Want some?” I joked. But, apparently, she wasn’t. She took my hand and licked my fingers. My face was as red as the fruit I had used. “T-Tery, I was kidding…” She ignored me, probably because she’d be more embarrassed than I am. She moved her tongue off my fingers. “Don’t call me Tery. Kieth’s a kid, so he has leeway. You don’t.” She stuck her pink, tiny tongue out and continued to lick my fingers. She had a little on her mouth and I had the strong urge to lick it. Instead I used my free hand to wipe it and lick my thumb. “C-Cut that out!” I kind of smirked/smiled at her. “At least I used my finger and not my tongue.” Her face turned to fire and she whipped around. “W-Wash your damn hands, mutt!” I smiled. As awkward as this was, I was enjoying it. I washed my hands and then asked her what to do next. “Get out a pan and spray it with butter or use actual butter, then turn on the stove top.” I nodded.
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Her eyebrow twitched. “How in the HELL do you manage to burn them?! I was right HERE!” I looked sheepish. “How pathetic are you?”
“…I’m so pathetic I burn water.” She stopped looking like she was gonna kill me, then started giggling. “I bet you do, as highly impossible as that is. Well,” She took on of the darkened pancakes and bit it. “Their just a little burnt. Not inedible or anything. I hate to waste all that food, so I’ll eat them.” I swear I’ve seen this somewhere befo- Junjou Romanitca! With Shinoubu and that other guy! He couldn’t cook for jack, yet his boyfriend still ate the cabbage stir fry crap!


…I love that anime. “Hello? Are you even listening?” I jumped. “H-Huh?” She sighed. “I said go get Kieth while I set the table.” I nodded and went into the living room. I sat next to the boy.
“Kieth? Kieth, come on get up lazy. Food- er, well, things you can eat, I guess, are ready.” I shook him a bit. “Did Tery burn something again?” I looked at him. “What do you mean? I did.” He rubbed his eyes. “Oh. Tery sometimes burns things. She says that she has to try hard, but she says it’s okay because if you don’t try hard, you can’t say you meant it when you did it.” I looked at him rant about my Tereya. She made it seem like it just came so naturally to her, but in truth, she had to work for it too. What was that example again… “It’s harder to try hard and get a zero than it is to try hard and get a hundred”?
Huh… Either way… “Alrighty, then. Why don’t you - quietly- tell me if my cooking taste anything like Tery’s.” He nodded and groggily got up. “ ‘S Tana sleeping again?” I nodded. “I think so. Why?”
“She woke me up.” I looked at him. “…She did? I thought you were still sleeping.” He shook his head. “If I pretend to be asleep, I can actually go back to sleep.” I nodded. “A-ha. Well, either way, time to eat.” He nodded and got up and grabbed the back of my shirt. “Uri, what exactly did you burn?” I looked back at him. “Why?”
“ ‘Cuse it smells like it does when I burn toast…”
…Great. My pancakes smell like burnt toast. I sighed and finished leading him into the kitchen. “Okay, all set up. What’s Tana doing?” I stopped short then walked back into the living room. I peaked over her play-pen. She was awake, but quiet. I went back into the kitchen to give the boss a report. “She’s awake, but just laying there with her bottle.” She nodded. “It’s okay if you don’t want to eat it, Kieth. I’ll make you something else if you don’t.” He nodded, still half-asleep, and rubbed his eyes, then yawned. “Uri made it right? I’ll eat it.” I wanted to hug him. He looked at me and gave me a tired, cheesy smile. Tereya gave him a plate and put down several syrups. They were decent size, and in a wooden thing-y. It looked like it was made to specifically hold syrup containers, like at breakfast places. “Carmel, strawberry, or regular?” He thought for a minute, then pointed to the dark red liquid. “Strawberry it is then.” She easily took out the glass container and poured the thick, red liquid over his slightly brown things that were supposed to be pancakes. “Whip cream?” She asked when she was done putting the container back. He nodded. “You?” She turned to me. I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thanks though.” She nodded and gave me an odd look like had just refused gold so she could have it. Not like she was complaining or anything, just that maybe I was a bit out of it to say no. I grabbed the syrup carefully, and poured it over my “pancakes”. I reached for the fork, when Tereya gently tapped my hand, like I was a kid who didn’t know any better. “You wait ‘til everyone has their food and until plates are completely made.” I quietly sighed and sat back in my seat. She sprayed whip cream onto Kieth’s “pancakes”. I put my head down on the table. I was tired and impatient. Tereya tapped my head with a large spoon. “Up.” She commanded. I did the trick for her. She put this odd looking concoction onto our plates. “Um… I don’t wanna seem rude, but what in the he-e-eeck is that?” I was going to say “hell” She sighed. “Cottage cheese, whip cream, and fruit. It’s good, trust me.” My ears perked up. “Can I taste test it?” She sighed like she was agitated. “Came here.” She walked off into the dining room. “Kieth, you can eat now if you want to.” Crap. I was going to get lectured…
She turned around and I saw she still had the bowl with her. I thought she set it down on the table… “Here.” She had a big lot of it in between her fingers. I sniffed, just in case my nose was bleeding. I went to go reach out to hold her hands so I could, but she pulled it back. “On your knees, mutt.”


…Oh, great. Lesse, how desperate was I? Oh, wait! Look at that, I’m already on my knees! She gave me a smirk, but out her hand out. “You would be a good servant- IF that’s what our relationship was. But that wanna be psychiatrist of a teacher was wrong. You owe me. That’s it.” I licked in between her fingers. “You do this of your own accord.” She crouched down to get on my eye level. “Mutt?” She said sweetly, like that was actually my name. “Haaa?” I asked, my tongue still out, licking her fingers. Was almost gone… She pulled her hand away. “Your face is red.” She snickered at me. She put her fingers back into the bowl and put it out to me again. “More?” I didn’t hesitate. I felt so awkward… So… “You feeling turned on?” I almost gagged. She giggled almost hysterically, like a child when they’re rich and finally get what they want after whining for days. “Aww, you are aren’t you?” She leaned in closer to me. She was at my ear. “Why don’t you get a congrats kiss from UsagiRita?” She got up and walked away, making me feel like a dumb ass. She looked over her shoulder and licked her fingers at me. “Come on, mutt.” She smirked at me, then left for the kitchen.



….What the HELL was her problem?! I whipped my wet eyes. I thought we cleared that up! If Kieth wasn’t here, I swear to god…! I got up and and stormed out of the house. “Uri, are yo-” I slammed the door behind me. It’s never good to show someone you don’t like when they upset you. They’ll keep doing it, and doing it, and… and… “AAHHHHHH!!!” I screamed. “IIII HAAAATE YOOOUUUU!!!” I gasped for air, then screamed again. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” I fell over and sniffed, gasping for air. I can’t stand her… I hate her… You know what? Fine. If she wants me to get a kiss from Sami-chan, fine. I will. She wants to be a bitch and Medusa, and the devils incarnate, fine. She can do that. Don’t expect me to be talking to her for a while.
Experiment time, execute.
I whipped my eyes on my arm, and sniffed. I came back into the house, my throat sore. Kieth looked kind of scared, while Tereya was just eating nonchalantly. “You made Tana cry.” I didn’t say anything to her, but I walked into the living room to go get Tana. I picked her up. “Shhh.” I bounced her. I walked with her up to Tereya’s room. I changed difficulty: balancing her on my hip and getting dressed. Once that was done and over with, I trashed my stuff, looking for my ipod, then shoved it all back into my duffel bag after finding it. I sat back and just breathed with Tana in my lap. I had my ipod playing In This Moment, “Beautiful Tragedy”. I fiddled with my dark purple shirt, then made a rip in my jeans larger. “…Tomato paste…” I smirked. Nii-chan would always act like a moron to cheer me up when I was little.
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“Waaa! You’re so stupid!” Nii-chan had crouched down near me. “Hey, don’t call him that.” The boy had glared at me. My knee was bruised and bloodied, while his face was swollen. “Look, Uru,” I had flailed as he tried to calm me down. I was feeling the exact same way I was then, than I am now. “Stupid hyena! You think everythings so funny! Is it funny NOW?!” He had smirked at me. “Yup. Your gonna have to get stitches.” I had flinched at the thought. “You… I’m gonna kill you!” I had lunged for him, but Nii-chan had yanked me back by my hips. “Uru, calm down!” The hyena had laughed at me in an annoying hysterical way. “I just have to wait until my tooth grows back in. You have to get stitches, you have to get stitches!” He had sang. I had clawed at my brother to get at him. “Lemme at him! I’m going to make sure he needs so many stitches, he’ll look like a STITCHED mummy!” Let’s just say I wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box. (But I was around one of the brightest.) “Uru, stop it, or I’m telling dad!” I had growled. “I don’t care!” I had started barking and foaming. I had felt Nii-chan smack my cheek. My swelled up eyes from crying started watering with more tears. He had jacked me up by my arm and hauled me off to the school nurse.
“Oh, my what happened?” The nurse had asked. The only thing I could even vaguely remember about her was that she had bright, neon, tasteless nail polish and lipstick on and brown eyes. She had said I would need some stitches, but only about two or three. “Nooooo!” I had cried. “I don’t want any!” Nii-chan had patted my head to calm me down. “The tomato needs it’s tomato paste.” I thought Nii-chan usually talked a lot of junk, but this junk was something I would always remember. “Wa?”
“Just think of it like tomato paste.” I had tipped my head. “Tomato paste?” Nii-chan had nodded. “Yeah. Think of people as tomatoes. Their all strong looking, but truthfully, they bruise easily, don’t they? Tomato paste comes from a bright, red, energetic tomato. The tomato needs it, but it’s okay if it shows sometimes. Did you know it can show itself in here?” He had ran his finger over my nose. “What?! I don’t want to bleed out of my nose!” He had laughed at me. “No, no. You turn red out of anger or embarrassment.” I had nodded like I knew what he was talking about, but now, I get it. Plus the fact that like paste, it helps to fix things, like cuts. It’s like those weird things in blood that make you stop bleeding out of a cut or such would have been hard for him to describe to me then. Over the years, I’ve learned that the tomato juice can leak out of your mouth and heart, but that weird tomato paste will be there to fix it right up. It was a very stupid analogy, but it had worked for me. “Hey Uru, did you know? Things always have a happy ending. If it’s not happy, then it’s not the end yet.”
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I smirked and danced with Tana, singing loudly and obnoxiously. “Do you like waffles? Yeah we like waffles! Do you like pancakes? Yeah we like pancakes! Do you like French toast? Yeah we like French toast!” Tana giggled hysterically, even though I couldn’t hear her over the blare in my headphones. “Toooo-mimosa-ttttooo- Paaaassstttee!” I sang loudly and in random octaves. I took my headphones out, sweating from dancing it all out, and smiling from feeling better. “Alright, Tana. Me is hungry. Lessa go!” I went back downstairs and put Tana in her play-pen. I marched back into the kitchen and plopped down into the weely chair. Kieth looked at me a little odd. “Um… Uri are you okay now?” I gave him a big smile and a thumbs up. “Tomato Paste!” He looked at me like I was crazy, then started giggling, then it escalated into hysterical laughter. Tereya looked at me like we were insane. I got up and walked over to her.
“Listen, Tery. I don’t know what your problem is, but it’s not gonna bother me. You’re the one who started it, so it’s only a little confusing, and things I find confusing, I IGNORE.” I gave her a big smile, then ate my gross, soggy pancakes and crap that she said would be good.
For some reason, my food tasted better.
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Anna and Carmello came back with Tereya’s parents not soon after I was done eating. “*Okaidinasai!” I said, greeting them. Anna gave me a smile. Carmello nodded awkwardly. I gave him a smile. He looked a little shocked, but gave me a brief smile back. “*Tadaima!” Tereya’s mom said. “Did you enjoy yourselves?” Teeya’s dad took off his coat and threw it on the couch. “Yup.” I smiled. “That’s good. Kieth and Tana were great Anna.” I said, turning to her. “That’s good.” I nodded. “Well, your in a good mood.” Tereya’s dad said. I nodded. “Hai! If I get really mad, it’s weird, but I actually feel really good afterward.” He nodded and went into the kitchen for some water. “People hole up inside them a lot more anger and aggression than you think they would- along with other emotions too, obviously.” I slammed my hand down on the table.
“I’m writing a new song called “Hole”!” He looked at me with the water in his hand, then laughed out loud at me. “Alright then. Get to work. There’s paper in the printer, or it you want lines, in my room on the bookshelf, there’s tons of notebooks. Look for one with a blank one. In the drawer there’s a pen. Let me see it when your done.” I nodded. “*Yoshi!” I felt totally motivated as I headed for Terey’a parent’s room. “Hey, Urusai!” Tereya yelled at me when I went into her parents room. I ignored her like I said I would. Telling someone I would, especial the person I was making the promise to or about, made me keep the promise. She’s either going to have to explain, or STOP completely. I ripped out a piece of paper, then walked out of the room after putting the notebook back. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” I walked out and into the kitchen. “Hey!” I looked up at her from the drawer and just smiled. I sat at the table. “Cut it out, already!”
“Cut what out, Tereya?” Her mom asked. She faltered. “*N-Nondemonai…” I smiled. “I think she’s just a little antsy after watching Kieth and Tana. She should be fine, *nee?” Tereya’s mom looked at me, then Tereya, but nodded and left. Princess didn’t like to not be payed attention to. Tereya leaned down towards my ear and I could almost feel the seething anger coming off of her. She was now also a sake charmer- wait, no. That’s still under the category of Medusa. I was tempted to call her that to her face, but a certain broken necklace prevented that.
“You better cut out whatever it is that you’re doing. Your being more that abnormal, because that’s what you normally are. So cut it out, mutt.” I had the shrinking feeling, that she wanted to say WAAAAYY more than that, but was afraid of being over heard.
After all, the walls have ears.
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Hole
A deep, vast, bottomless pit inside of us.
Cast off the seething venom of anger into the pit.
Throw in the jealously of things we think we don’t have into the hole.
~Tell me which feeling is your favorite? Loathing? Vanity? Deceit? Which are you best at? Faking them, or really getting into your role?
Add the melancholy of lost things into the hole.
In depth for the illusions of abusive happiness, throw it into the pit.
~Tell me which feeling is your favorite? Anguish? Dejection? Falsify? Which are you best at? Faking them, or really getting into your role?
Eventually, the pit will over flow, so find somewhere else to blurry your feelings, so,
The only thing you should cast off into the pit is the mask that you wear.
That mask of anger, sorrow, jealousy, deceit, or fake feeling, should never be worn, yet…
Masks are made to be worn, so why throw them away?

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