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Develop Your Story / Suddendly, Gaijin
« on: July 08, 2012, 07:56:05 PM »
Hey everyone, long time since I actualy worked on something full time. So here we go, gonna get busy this vacation as I write this out, wish me luck XD.
I'll start by stating out the plot:
An exchange student suddendly appears in Keiko's home without her knowledge, now they have to live togeher through many unlikely events. However, there is a secret behind the newcomer, no one knows where he's from.
Special Thanks to Zealapeal for correcting mistakes and whatnot.
Though it was supposed to be a cold winter, that day in mid February was warm; perhaps a blessing from god to celebrate that date. Many parents entered the school patio from the white entry gate which held a cheap blue banner written, "Big Watanabe School Graduation". As they took their seats on the white plastic chairs arranged in rows of ten, Keiko looking determined shook her right leg in excitement. As soon as everyone had sat down as she promptly got a hold of the microphone standing in front of her. The wind blew against Keiko's black gown as she prepared for a speech.
"My name is Keiko Watanabe. I'm Class 2-1 and 2-2's speaker, chosen by the majority in an election, which by the way I totally didn't force people to vote for me, but I digress..." she bragged. "We are gathered here today for our graduation. It's proof that our hard studies really paid off. I spent many days in advance studying for every test, I passed with flying colors. Amazing isn't it!?"
The crowd remained silent and awkward as Keiko decided to keep going with a weird smile.
"Anyway," she giggled nervously. "Everyone worked really hard, and I bet they get asked a lot: What do you want to be when you grow up? I never have an answer, but I'm amazed to see how many students seem like they've got their lives figured out. It makes me really proud to be such a big influence to all the students, and as the class representative, I'm very happy today."
Everyone began to talk, questioning the reason as to why they were there. Weren't students supposed to graduate at a later age? A voice coming from a young, blonde man broke through all others' voices. He was not wearing the black gown like the other second-year students, instead, he was in his P.E. uniform.
"Get to the point already!" he grumbled, stretching his bulky body.
Keiko pointed at him in disappointment.
"What the hell are you doing not wearing the ceremony clothes!?" she roared. "Kenta, God damn it. You're the most irresponsible person I've ever had the burden to work with!"
Some gasped by her rough choice of words. However, he merely responded in a bored tone.
"I didn't feel like participating in this make-believe graduation party your dad pulled out of nowhere."
Her face grew red with anger at his insolence for talking back at her.
"My daddy always does what I ask him to, he loves me very much!" she objected as if it'd make a difference.
"You're so spoiled," he said bringing his palm to his face.
"A-Anyway!" she stuttered. "Let's bring out the students who passed this year!"
Many teenagers got on stage and received their diplomas from a rusty foldable table. Stand, bow, leave. That's what took place for nearly an hour and by the end of the ceremony pretty much everyone had already gone home a few diplomas remained on the table; they belonged to the students who didn't participate. As the sky took an orange tone from the setting sun, Keiko sat down on the stage's edge and dried a sweat from her head, it was finally getting cold again, yet her body was too hot from hosting the graduation.
A short straight blue-haired, skinny guy walked over to her and offered her a bottle of water.
"You were pretty energetic there." he said with a smile.
"Thanks, Yori, I can always count on you," she accepted the bottle without looking at his face. "You're such a good friend."
His face froze for a second.
"What if we were more than friends?" He proposed.
She spat the water along with an outburst of laughter.
"That's crazy!" she yelled, spitting out her water.
He put on a weird smile and walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, he began to hit his head hard against a wall, leaving a crack in it. A hand reached for his shoulder, it was a guy in leather jacket, sunglasses and really short, straight black hair with a long ponytail.
"Friend-zone, dude..." he said.
"Leave me alone Yoichi," Yori cried.
Keiko stood up, ready to walk back home, however she found herself halting as a small hand tugged her robes. A little 13-year old girl with dark, tidy long hair and wearing the ceremony's black gown was standing next to her.
"I came here to pick up my diploma." she wasted no time to greet.
"Ah, Tochiko. It's in that table over there." Keiko said pointing to the stage, where a metal, foldable table was. "I wondered why you didn't come."
"I was busy lecturing at a university."
"Ah..." Keiko gasped, astonished.
"If you'll excuse me." Tochiko headed for the table and opened her diploma.
A bright light shone from the piece of paper, illuminating the now dark winter skies.
"Hmph, only got an A+++ this year." Tochiko complained, throwing it in the trash.
"Aren't you going to take it home?"
"Nope, my dad would probably be disappointed in me." Tochiko affirmed, walking away.
Keiko picked up the diploma from the trash can, the grade was so great that it was inscribed in shiny gold, she used its shine as a lantern so she could walk back home, complaining about how much smarter she would be if she hadn't lost her grandma's charm.
She arrived home panting and entered the house without warning everyone that she had arrived, left her shoes next to the door and took off the black gown from over her pink summer top and blue shorts. The house's entrance consisted of a small hallway with stairways that led up to the left and two doors to the right, one for the bathroom and the other for the living room and kitchen. She went upstairs and straight into her room.
Her room was questionably the largest in the house, with pink walls and stuffed animals sitting on shelves with a blank, silly look. Next to a big closet was a wooden desk where she kept her diary which she took in a deep breath before begining to write.
"Dear Diary, It's been 16XX days since I asked my parents for a little brother or sister, and today on the ceremony was another piece of evidence on how it would benefit my life. Stupid Tochiko's grades would be low compared to mine if I had someone to compete with since I was little. Now it's only but a distant dream, I'll never be able to go head to head with a younger family member, and now that I lost my grandma's medalion, I'm done for! Stupid parents won't even get me a sibling when I ask them. Love, Keiko."
Closing the notebook she took yet another deep breath, then stood up and went downstairs.
"Hey Dad, what's for dinner?" she said entering the living room where there were three red, somewhat small couches that could fit around 2 people, in front of them was a big LCD TV over a small table in the room's corner. The floor was made of wood and there was a green rug. Big sliding glass doors led to the garden.
the sight of her Dad, Mom and the stranger from the train station sitting one in each couch froze her. Mr. Watanabe was a bald man with a messy black mustache, big rounded nose resembling a potato, and squinty eyes called from the living room's door. He was wearing a beige suit with the name Watanabe in it.
Her mom had coffee straight hair and blue, peaceful eyes. She also wore a very light pink headband and apron, as she was ready to cook dinner.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" Keiko asked, pointing to the one she met earlier that day.
The boy stood up and walked to her.
"I'm sorry for earlier, I also can't believe you're here," he greeted her.
"Why can you not believe? This is my house!"
"It seems like they haven't told you."
"Told me what?" She looked confused, what the hell were her parents hiding from her?
"Um, that is-" Mr. Watanabe was about to complete his sentence when the boy interrupted him.
"I have a brilliant idea!" he yelled completely out of the blue. "It may be sudden, but you will refer to me as Gaijin. I am an exchange student and am going to live in your home," he bowed, then continued. "I heard from your parents how competitive you can get, so let's make this a little game. I won't tell you my name or where I'm from; you'll have to find that out yourself."
Keiko just stared at the one who called himself Gaijin with disbelief in her face.
"Mom, Dad... What the hell?"
"Surprise!" they both yelled at the same time. "This is the little brother you wished for so long."
"You're going off topic," Keiko pointed out.
"Don't get the wrong idea; I won't be calling you big sister like a creep." Gaijin added.
"Are you really fine with living in the same house with a person whose name you don't know?" Keiko questioned her parent's attitude.
"Oh, we know his name," Mrs. Watanabe affirmed.
"Yes, and we think that game of his looks rather interesting," Mr. Watanabe claimed with a nod.
"You guys are insane..." Keiko muttered.
The pressure cooker on the stove whistled loudly, catching everyone's attention.
"Oh no," Keiko grumbled.
"What's wrong?" Gaijin questioned her reaction.
"That's the harbinger of death; my mom's cooking,"
Harumi came closer to them.
"So, who's ready for dinner?" her mom smiled. "I made your favorite, sweetie."
"You cooked it? I'll pass!" she refused.
"Let's at least all sit in the table like a family," her dad requested.
So they sat in the kitchen table. The kitchen had a large granite balcony with a sink and next to it was a huge fridge with double doors. It was also a room attached to the living room, so if one were to sit on the couch, that someone could maintain a conversation with those who ate.
Keiko's mom brought the food to the table, it was fried rice with steamed chicken and tea. It looked delicious.
"Thank you, Harumi," her dad thanked.
"You're welcome Hiroshi, dear."
She then handed Gaijin a plate, he thanked her as well.
"Let's eat!" they all shouted, except for Keiko, who stared at Gaijin with a bothered face.
"What's wrong?" he held some food in front of his mouth.
"What's wrong? Is that all you know how to say?" Keiko growled.
"You just look like something bothers you. Why don't you eat?"
"Put that in your mouth, and you'll see," she challenged.
He ate what he had pinched by his chopsticks and his face turned green; the taste was terrible.
"Well? Do you feel it?" she smirked.
"Delicious," he lied, and continued to chow.
Seeing someone feast on her mother's dinner was really an impressive sight for Keiko, bite after bite, his face filled with disgust and dispair, she wondered how he hadn't died yet. Gaijin finally emptied his plate and thanked for the meal. Once everyone had finished eating, Harumi and Hiroshi went to watch some TV, Gaijin pulled out a portable game and Keiko went to have a chat with her parents.
"You owe me an explanation," she demanded.
"About what?" Harumi inquired without moving her eyes from the TV.
"Wha- Are you kidding me!? Am I the only one who questions what the hell is going on!?" she ranted. "You asked a stranger to live in our house and you act like it's perfectly fine to hide it from me!"
"I guess you're right, but then it wouldn't be a surprise if you knew about it beforehand. We got to know him during the past six months or so," Hiroshi Explained.
"Where's he sleeping then?" she sighed.
"Don't worry, he'll sleep in the couch," her dad assured.
"Good, I don't want some creep sleeping close to me, but I guess downstairs is fine," she ranted.
"It's not nice to call people that," Gaijin overheard from the couch he sat on.
"Shut up, creep!" Keiko growled.
Gaijin paused his game and glared at her. "That's not really how you are supposed to treat guests."
she sighed heavily and stormed out to her room. Once there, she sat down again and wrote another entry on her diary.
"Dear Diary, my parents got me a little brother. Though I know nothing about him, they do, and expect me to find out who he is by myself? Aren't they stupid!? I'll go to bed earlier today and try to enjoy the rest of winter break without having that prick get in my way. Then I'll find out where he's from and ship his foreign ass back to his country! (Not trying to be racist, he's just... Annoying). Anyway, time for bed!"
Once in her pajamas, she tilted a painting of a boat on the wall, behind it was a hole that looks like it had been punched in, filled with chocolate bars. Keiko took one so she wouldn't starve, then brushed her teeth and laid down in bed to read a book.
Back downstairs a couple of minutes later Harumi and Hiroshi decided to go to sleep as well, leaving Gaijin alone in the darkness of the room where he laid down in the small couch, having to go into fetal position to fit in its entirety.
"God, this is uncomfortable," he thought to himself. "And that chick is a real pest. I wonder if it was a good idea to come all this way after all."
With those thoughts in mind, he went to sleep, or so he thought. An unbelievable stomach ache hit him like a punch in the guts and he ran as fast as he could for the bathroom, luckily he had already taken a tour through the house. The bathroom was very tidy with shampoos labeled in shelves, from conditioner to chocolate smelling ones... Yuck. Many blue and white tiles on the wall made a mosaic that looked like the ocean with a white sky above it. Also, a shower was there, it appeared to be a shower room instead of a bathroom, because there was no toilet.
"Oh cruel world!" he blasted those words in his mind as he ran upstairs, there had to be a toilet in the 2nd floor. He took the final step up the stairs and looked around in desperation, there were only two doors, one would think they are the parents' room and Keiko's. How very unfortunate, he had to ask one of them to use theirs.
"I don't want to wake them up, they are so nice, I don't want to bother," he pondered. "I'll just ask Keiko instead."
Gaijin knocked on her door and she opened it with a half-asleep look.
"What do you want?" she moaned.
"Bathroom," he went straight to the point.
"No way. My toilet is mine and mine alone."
"Listen, lady, I had to endure a crappy excuse for a meal this night. My belly hurts a lot and I don't have time to listen to your crap. Show me the toilet!" he cried, trying not to be too loud.
"Alright, alright," she gave up.
Gaijin stormed in and locked the door as he entered her private restroom. Keiko leaned against the wall as if waiting for something. Sure enough, she heard him yell from the other side of the door.
"What the hell? There's a hole on the floor!"
"Yeah. That's a squat toilet," she laughed.
"Why would someone even consider owning such thing!?"
"It's quite hygienic, since your body doesn't touch the ceramic at all."
"So, I gotta squat?"
"Pretty much."
Everything went silent for a second, painful sounds came from inside the restroom. Then a thud.
"I fell..." Gaijin complained.
"God, you're so dumb," she giggled. "Time's up, try again another time."
"Why is there no toilet downstairs?" he complained.
"Because that's where we shower. If we ever have guests, I let them use my bathroom, since all my guests are girls. We also save a bit of money for not having to buy a toilet and installing more pipes and such."
"But then I can't leave until my business here is done! Doesn't matter if there's toilet water all over me!"
"Okay, that's downright disgusting, get out of my room before I force you out."
"Okay then, here's what; teach me how to squat in this thing," he pleaded.
The scene shifted to Keiko's door being slammed in Gaijin's face, he cringed and walked slowly downstairs wet and in pain. His bathroom operation was a failure.
When he was about to lie back in the couch, he realised he couldn't, because it would ruin it.
He got a towel from a big bag in the downstairs bathroom and dried himself, then changed into normal clothes. His pajamas were ruined and he had no other ones to wear.
"This is arguably the worst night of my life."
I'll start by stating out the plot:
An exchange student suddendly appears in Keiko's home without her knowledge, now they have to live togeher through many unlikely events. However, there is a secret behind the newcomer, no one knows where he's from.
Special Thanks to Zealapeal for correcting mistakes and whatnot.
Though it was supposed to be a cold winter, that day in mid February was warm; perhaps a blessing from god to celebrate that date. Many parents entered the school patio from the white entry gate which held a cheap blue banner written, "Big Watanabe School Graduation". As they took their seats on the white plastic chairs arranged in rows of ten, Keiko looking determined shook her right leg in excitement. As soon as everyone had sat down as she promptly got a hold of the microphone standing in front of her. The wind blew against Keiko's black gown as she prepared for a speech.
"My name is Keiko Watanabe. I'm Class 2-1 and 2-2's speaker, chosen by the majority in an election, which by the way I totally didn't force people to vote for me, but I digress..." she bragged. "We are gathered here today for our graduation. It's proof that our hard studies really paid off. I spent many days in advance studying for every test, I passed with flying colors. Amazing isn't it!?"
The crowd remained silent and awkward as Keiko decided to keep going with a weird smile.
"Anyway," she giggled nervously. "Everyone worked really hard, and I bet they get asked a lot: What do you want to be when you grow up? I never have an answer, but I'm amazed to see how many students seem like they've got their lives figured out. It makes me really proud to be such a big influence to all the students, and as the class representative, I'm very happy today."
Everyone began to talk, questioning the reason as to why they were there. Weren't students supposed to graduate at a later age? A voice coming from a young, blonde man broke through all others' voices. He was not wearing the black gown like the other second-year students, instead, he was in his P.E. uniform.
"Get to the point already!" he grumbled, stretching his bulky body.
Keiko pointed at him in disappointment.
"What the hell are you doing not wearing the ceremony clothes!?" she roared. "Kenta, God damn it. You're the most irresponsible person I've ever had the burden to work with!"
Some gasped by her rough choice of words. However, he merely responded in a bored tone.
"I didn't feel like participating in this make-believe graduation party your dad pulled out of nowhere."
Her face grew red with anger at his insolence for talking back at her.
"My daddy always does what I ask him to, he loves me very much!" she objected as if it'd make a difference.
"You're so spoiled," he said bringing his palm to his face.
"A-Anyway!" she stuttered. "Let's bring out the students who passed this year!"
Many teenagers got on stage and received their diplomas from a rusty foldable table. Stand, bow, leave. That's what took place for nearly an hour and by the end of the ceremony pretty much everyone had already gone home a few diplomas remained on the table; they belonged to the students who didn't participate. As the sky took an orange tone from the setting sun, Keiko sat down on the stage's edge and dried a sweat from her head, it was finally getting cold again, yet her body was too hot from hosting the graduation.
A short straight blue-haired, skinny guy walked over to her and offered her a bottle of water.
"You were pretty energetic there." he said with a smile.
"Thanks, Yori, I can always count on you," she accepted the bottle without looking at his face. "You're such a good friend."
His face froze for a second.
"What if we were more than friends?" He proposed.
She spat the water along with an outburst of laughter.
"That's crazy!" she yelled, spitting out her water.
He put on a weird smile and walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, he began to hit his head hard against a wall, leaving a crack in it. A hand reached for his shoulder, it was a guy in leather jacket, sunglasses and really short, straight black hair with a long ponytail.
"Friend-zone, dude..." he said.
"Leave me alone Yoichi," Yori cried.
Keiko stood up, ready to walk back home, however she found herself halting as a small hand tugged her robes. A little 13-year old girl with dark, tidy long hair and wearing the ceremony's black gown was standing next to her.
"I came here to pick up my diploma." she wasted no time to greet.
"Ah, Tochiko. It's in that table over there." Keiko said pointing to the stage, where a metal, foldable table was. "I wondered why you didn't come."
"I was busy lecturing at a university."
"Ah..." Keiko gasped, astonished.
"If you'll excuse me." Tochiko headed for the table and opened her diploma.
A bright light shone from the piece of paper, illuminating the now dark winter skies.
"Hmph, only got an A+++ this year." Tochiko complained, throwing it in the trash.
"Aren't you going to take it home?"
"Nope, my dad would probably be disappointed in me." Tochiko affirmed, walking away.
Keiko picked up the diploma from the trash can, the grade was so great that it was inscribed in shiny gold, she used its shine as a lantern so she could walk back home, complaining about how much smarter she would be if she hadn't lost her grandma's charm.
She arrived home panting and entered the house without warning everyone that she had arrived, left her shoes next to the door and took off the black gown from over her pink summer top and blue shorts. The house's entrance consisted of a small hallway with stairways that led up to the left and two doors to the right, one for the bathroom and the other for the living room and kitchen. She went upstairs and straight into her room.
Her room was questionably the largest in the house, with pink walls and stuffed animals sitting on shelves with a blank, silly look. Next to a big closet was a wooden desk where she kept her diary which she took in a deep breath before begining to write.
"Dear Diary, It's been 16XX days since I asked my parents for a little brother or sister, and today on the ceremony was another piece of evidence on how it would benefit my life. Stupid Tochiko's grades would be low compared to mine if I had someone to compete with since I was little. Now it's only but a distant dream, I'll never be able to go head to head with a younger family member, and now that I lost my grandma's medalion, I'm done for! Stupid parents won't even get me a sibling when I ask them. Love, Keiko."
Closing the notebook she took yet another deep breath, then stood up and went downstairs.
"Hey Dad, what's for dinner?" she said entering the living room where there were three red, somewhat small couches that could fit around 2 people, in front of them was a big LCD TV over a small table in the room's corner. The floor was made of wood and there was a green rug. Big sliding glass doors led to the garden.
the sight of her Dad, Mom and the stranger from the train station sitting one in each couch froze her. Mr. Watanabe was a bald man with a messy black mustache, big rounded nose resembling a potato, and squinty eyes called from the living room's door. He was wearing a beige suit with the name Watanabe in it.
Her mom had coffee straight hair and blue, peaceful eyes. She also wore a very light pink headband and apron, as she was ready to cook dinner.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" Keiko asked, pointing to the one she met earlier that day.
The boy stood up and walked to her.
"I'm sorry for earlier, I also can't believe you're here," he greeted her.
"Why can you not believe? This is my house!"
"It seems like they haven't told you."
"Told me what?" She looked confused, what the hell were her parents hiding from her?
"Um, that is-" Mr. Watanabe was about to complete his sentence when the boy interrupted him.
"I have a brilliant idea!" he yelled completely out of the blue. "It may be sudden, but you will refer to me as Gaijin. I am an exchange student and am going to live in your home," he bowed, then continued. "I heard from your parents how competitive you can get, so let's make this a little game. I won't tell you my name or where I'm from; you'll have to find that out yourself."
Keiko just stared at the one who called himself Gaijin with disbelief in her face.
"Mom, Dad... What the hell?"
"Surprise!" they both yelled at the same time. "This is the little brother you wished for so long."
"You're going off topic," Keiko pointed out.
"Don't get the wrong idea; I won't be calling you big sister like a creep." Gaijin added.
"Are you really fine with living in the same house with a person whose name you don't know?" Keiko questioned her parent's attitude.
"Oh, we know his name," Mrs. Watanabe affirmed.
"Yes, and we think that game of his looks rather interesting," Mr. Watanabe claimed with a nod.
"You guys are insane..." Keiko muttered.
The pressure cooker on the stove whistled loudly, catching everyone's attention.
"Oh no," Keiko grumbled.
"What's wrong?" Gaijin questioned her reaction.
"That's the harbinger of death; my mom's cooking,"
Harumi came closer to them.
"So, who's ready for dinner?" her mom smiled. "I made your favorite, sweetie."
"You cooked it? I'll pass!" she refused.
"Let's at least all sit in the table like a family," her dad requested.
So they sat in the kitchen table. The kitchen had a large granite balcony with a sink and next to it was a huge fridge with double doors. It was also a room attached to the living room, so if one were to sit on the couch, that someone could maintain a conversation with those who ate.
Keiko's mom brought the food to the table, it was fried rice with steamed chicken and tea. It looked delicious.
"Thank you, Harumi," her dad thanked.
"You're welcome Hiroshi, dear."
She then handed Gaijin a plate, he thanked her as well.
"Let's eat!" they all shouted, except for Keiko, who stared at Gaijin with a bothered face.
"What's wrong?" he held some food in front of his mouth.
"What's wrong? Is that all you know how to say?" Keiko growled.
"You just look like something bothers you. Why don't you eat?"
"Put that in your mouth, and you'll see," she challenged.
He ate what he had pinched by his chopsticks and his face turned green; the taste was terrible.
"Well? Do you feel it?" she smirked.
"Delicious," he lied, and continued to chow.
Seeing someone feast on her mother's dinner was really an impressive sight for Keiko, bite after bite, his face filled with disgust and dispair, she wondered how he hadn't died yet. Gaijin finally emptied his plate and thanked for the meal. Once everyone had finished eating, Harumi and Hiroshi went to watch some TV, Gaijin pulled out a portable game and Keiko went to have a chat with her parents.
"You owe me an explanation," she demanded.
"About what?" Harumi inquired without moving her eyes from the TV.
"Wha- Are you kidding me!? Am I the only one who questions what the hell is going on!?" she ranted. "You asked a stranger to live in our house and you act like it's perfectly fine to hide it from me!"
"I guess you're right, but then it wouldn't be a surprise if you knew about it beforehand. We got to know him during the past six months or so," Hiroshi Explained.
"Where's he sleeping then?" she sighed.
"Don't worry, he'll sleep in the couch," her dad assured.
"Good, I don't want some creep sleeping close to me, but I guess downstairs is fine," she ranted.
"It's not nice to call people that," Gaijin overheard from the couch he sat on.
"Shut up, creep!" Keiko growled.
Gaijin paused his game and glared at her. "That's not really how you are supposed to treat guests."
she sighed heavily and stormed out to her room. Once there, she sat down again and wrote another entry on her diary.
"Dear Diary, my parents got me a little brother. Though I know nothing about him, they do, and expect me to find out who he is by myself? Aren't they stupid!? I'll go to bed earlier today and try to enjoy the rest of winter break without having that prick get in my way. Then I'll find out where he's from and ship his foreign ass back to his country! (Not trying to be racist, he's just... Annoying). Anyway, time for bed!"
Once in her pajamas, she tilted a painting of a boat on the wall, behind it was a hole that looks like it had been punched in, filled with chocolate bars. Keiko took one so she wouldn't starve, then brushed her teeth and laid down in bed to read a book.
Back downstairs a couple of minutes later Harumi and Hiroshi decided to go to sleep as well, leaving Gaijin alone in the darkness of the room where he laid down in the small couch, having to go into fetal position to fit in its entirety.
"God, this is uncomfortable," he thought to himself. "And that chick is a real pest. I wonder if it was a good idea to come all this way after all."
With those thoughts in mind, he went to sleep, or so he thought. An unbelievable stomach ache hit him like a punch in the guts and he ran as fast as he could for the bathroom, luckily he had already taken a tour through the house. The bathroom was very tidy with shampoos labeled in shelves, from conditioner to chocolate smelling ones... Yuck. Many blue and white tiles on the wall made a mosaic that looked like the ocean with a white sky above it. Also, a shower was there, it appeared to be a shower room instead of a bathroom, because there was no toilet.
"Oh cruel world!" he blasted those words in his mind as he ran upstairs, there had to be a toilet in the 2nd floor. He took the final step up the stairs and looked around in desperation, there were only two doors, one would think they are the parents' room and Keiko's. How very unfortunate, he had to ask one of them to use theirs.
"I don't want to wake them up, they are so nice, I don't want to bother," he pondered. "I'll just ask Keiko instead."
Gaijin knocked on her door and she opened it with a half-asleep look.
"What do you want?" she moaned.
"Bathroom," he went straight to the point.
"No way. My toilet is mine and mine alone."
"Listen, lady, I had to endure a crappy excuse for a meal this night. My belly hurts a lot and I don't have time to listen to your crap. Show me the toilet!" he cried, trying not to be too loud.
"Alright, alright," she gave up.
Gaijin stormed in and locked the door as he entered her private restroom. Keiko leaned against the wall as if waiting for something. Sure enough, she heard him yell from the other side of the door.
"What the hell? There's a hole on the floor!"
"Yeah. That's a squat toilet," she laughed.
"Why would someone even consider owning such thing!?"
"It's quite hygienic, since your body doesn't touch the ceramic at all."
"So, I gotta squat?"
"Pretty much."
Everything went silent for a second, painful sounds came from inside the restroom. Then a thud.
"I fell..." Gaijin complained.
"God, you're so dumb," she giggled. "Time's up, try again another time."
"Why is there no toilet downstairs?" he complained.
"Because that's where we shower. If we ever have guests, I let them use my bathroom, since all my guests are girls. We also save a bit of money for not having to buy a toilet and installing more pipes and such."
"But then I can't leave until my business here is done! Doesn't matter if there's toilet water all over me!"
"Okay, that's downright disgusting, get out of my room before I force you out."
"Okay then, here's what; teach me how to squat in this thing," he pleaded.
The scene shifted to Keiko's door being slammed in Gaijin's face, he cringed and walked slowly downstairs wet and in pain. His bathroom operation was a failure.
When he was about to lie back in the couch, he realised he couldn't, because it would ruin it.
He got a towel from a big bag in the downstairs bathroom and dried himself, then changed into normal clothes. His pajamas were ruined and he had no other ones to wear.
"This is arguably the worst night of my life."
