When Kaibutsu Taro meets Yamada Taro Chapter 2
Title: When Kaibutsu Taro meets Yamada Taro
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya (Taro x Taro), Sakumiya (Taro x Takuya - for the fun of it, after all, it is YTM)
Summary: When the reluctant King-to-be of Kaibutsu Land, Kaibutsu Taro, is sent to the human world to learn, he meets the smart but poor Yamada Taro. Can love like this exist?
Disclaimer: Don’t own Taro or Taro, just the weird, twisted and crazy plot.
Chapter 2: Jealousy
Kaibutsu-kun laid on the sofa, one hand draped over his eyes, and the other on his stomach. He was on the verge of dying. Dying a slow torturous death. It would be so embarrassing for the prince of Kaibutsu Land to die of hunger. How ironic is that?!
It was his second day in the human world. The second foodless day.
“I’m hungry…” whined Dracula, slumped over the other sofa.
“Me too…” groaned Wolf Man, lying like a dead piece of meat on the floor.
Kaibutsu-kun was pissed. He was the prince! Therefore, they should have food wherever and whenever he wanted.
“Oi! You three!” commanded Kaibutsu-kun, “go out and find some food!”
Dracula suppressed his urged to grumble, but Wolf Man was unable to. Angry due to his servants’ ineffectiveness, and his complaining stomach, Kaibutsu-kun marched up to Wolf Man and hauled him up by the collar.
“Your master is hungry!” snarled Kaibutsu-kun, giving Wolf Man his famous glare.
Not wanting his comrade to get into trouble, Franken piped up, “Hunga!”
Dracula half-smiled at Franken’s brilliant suggestion, while half-frowning that Fraken came up with that idea, when he was supposed to be the smart one here, “Franken is right, why don’t you come with us to find food? That way you can just eat it on the spot, and not have to wait for us to return,”
Kaibutsu-kun nodded at the suggestion, dropped Wolf Man and headed to the front door, “let’s go!”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yamada tied an orange apron around his slim waist and got to work. After he was told he didn’t need to go back to Kaibutsu-kun’s mansion to clean anymore, Yamada’s heart sank, partly because it meant he had no source of income, and also that he couldn’t go see Kaibutsu-kun and get paid for it.
But luckily enough, he got a part-time job in a small family restaurant called ‘George Clooney’. As it was past the dinner rush, it was pretty slack, and Yamada had the opportunity to take a breather after a long afternoon of non-stop walking around the shop to serve orders.
Just as he was about to help himself to some green tea, the bell on the door rung, indicating some customers had entered the shop.
“Irashaimase!” greeted Yamada got out of habit, as he put down his drinking glass and gathered a few menus for his guests. There at the door, was none other than Kaibutsu-kun and his gang.
“Kaibutsu-kun!” smiled Yamada, running up to his new found friends and leading them to a table, “How did you know I work here?”
“I didn’t,” replied Kaibutsu-kun simply, looking around the place in amazement, “I just smelt good food,”
Luckily, Kaibutsu-kun was busy admiring his surroundings, saying something about how this place looked nothing like home, to notice the smile on Yamada’s face fall. The four ordered their meals fast enough: Hayashi Rice, allowing Yamada to retreat to the kitchen to collect their orders.
In the kitchen, the chef was stirring a pot of curry, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a feline smirk on his lips. It was very, very creepy how he and the chef, Ariake Kouichi, looked so alike, the only way to tell them apart was by their name tag.
“Four plates of Hayashi Rice, please,” Yamada timidly asked the chef, knowing well enough from the sparkle in Ariake-san’s eyes that he was up to no good, and it was best to not know what it the world he’s planning.
With the four plates of steaming Hayashi Rice on a tray, Yamada made his way over to the four, who were busy chatting in low whispers.
“Oh, Yamada Taro,” exclaimed Kaibutsu-kun once Yamada reached their table, “can we have some drinks too?”
“Okay,” said Yamada dishing out their food, “and you can just call me Yamada. You have told me your names yet,” he informed, talking to Kaibutsu-kun’s companions.
“I’m Dracula,” said the man in the starchy coat, the only civilized enough to wait a while more to introduce themselves before tucking in, “the one there” he continued, pointing to the hairy guy, “he’s Okamio (Okami Otoko - Wolf Man), and the big guy is Fran-ken,”
Yamada nodded at the interesting names before going off to fetch them some green tea.
The four were done in less than ten minutes due to their ravenousness, and were about to walk out of ‘George Clooney’, when an irritated voice stopped them, “where do you think you’re going?” asked Ariake-san, arms folded across his chest and a frown on his face as the stared that the four.
“What is he talking about?” whispered Kaibutsu-kun to Dracula, raising an eyebrow at the human who looked suspiciously like Yamada, but Kaibutsu-kun could tell them apart by his sharp sense of smell.
“In the human world, they provide goods and services in exchange for money,” explained Dracula, cold sweat all over his face as the scary chef stared at them.
“But we don’t have this thing called money,” replied Wolf Man. Ariake-san’s sharp ears managed to pick out his sentence.
“No money?!” asked Ariake-san, advancing towards the four, his glare getting scarier as he took each step forward.
Yamada gulped visibly from behind the counter. He was in the toilet when the whole commotion happened, and only knew about it when he heard Ariake-san’s voice. Kaibutsu-kun and his friends were in deep trouble. Knowing Ariake-san, who was very particular about money, he was going to give them hell for eating there for free, if he doesn’t do something quick.
“Ariake-san!” cried Yamada, jumping over the counter to get to where they were, “I’ll pay for them,” he added hastily, not wanting to make a scene, although there weren’t anybody else this late at night.
Ariake-san raised a suspicious eyebrow, but didn’t purse the matter and went back to the kitchen. Yamada heaved a sigh of relief, before ushering the four out of the shop, not wanting them to cause anymore trouble.
With the shop now empty except for him and Ariake-san, Yamada slid to the floor and smacked himself on the head. How could he be rash enough to offer to pay for their food? He himself was poor too and had a mother and six siblings that depended on him! 2000 yen! How long does he have to work to earn that kind of money?! How many months worth of food can he buy with that money?!
Looks like he’ll just have to get the money back from Kaibutsu-kun.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kaibutsu-kun frowned upon hearing Jijiya’s words. Apparently, the demon tribe were trying to resurrect their leader - Demonkin, who was supposedly killed a few thousand years ago by his father.
“Are you serious?” asked Kaibutsu-kun hands on his hips, “Papa did destroy him!”
Jijiya nodded, “the demons are obtaining negative energy from human flaws to revive Demonkin,”
Kaibutsu-kun frowned. This was officially the worst day of his life. First, he went hungry for the entire day, next, he was kicked out of a shop none other than Yamada-kun, and now, he was told that Kaibutsu Land’s greatest enemy was on Earth, where he was.
“The king is entrusting you to make sure the humans don’t find out about the demonic tribe,” continued Jijiya, “if they do, they might reveal that we, Kaibutsus, exist too,”
Kaibutsu-kun nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yamada stared at the piece of paper in his hands. More specifically, he was staring at the spot on the paper beside the world ‘total’. He willed the numbers to change, hopefully a few zeros at the back would disappear, but however hard he tried, figures remained the same.
Yamada sighed.
Jiro was having a baseball camp and tournament the next week, and like everything else, there was a fee. Baseball was his little brother’s life! How could he bear to not let him go for this just because he was unable to pay for it?
But 25 000 yen was no small sum. It would take him months to earn that kind of money. Yamada sighed again.
“What’s wrong?” asked Mimura-kun, turning around at Yamada’s uncountable sighs.
Yamada nodded towards the paper. Giving him a suspicious look, Mimura-kun took up the piece of paper and scanned through it.
“Money problems?” he asked, although he already knew the answer, “Why don’t you work for me?”
Yamada’s head snapped up. Was he hearing correctly? Work was actually being offered to him, “Yes!” cried Yamada, beaming from ear to ear.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Mimura-kun offered him work, Yamada was expecting something normal. Being forced into a French maid outfit, a wig on his head and make-up on his face was the last thing Yamada was expecting.
“Kindly explain,” pouted Yamada towards Mimura-kun who was standing by the door, watching the scene with great interest and a smirk on his face, “we only hire female maids,”
Yamada scrunched his eyes in embarrassment. Well, at least he wasn’t alone. When Mimura-kun offered him this job, the first thing he asked was if Mimura-kun could hire Kaibutsu-kun as well, since Kaibutsu-kun did owe him money. This way, Yamada could force the 2000yen out of him and not be alone with Mimura-kun as the only person he knew in Mimura Mansion.
Yamada watched one of Mimura-kun’s servants argue with Kaibutsu-kun about the cap he was wearing. Kaibutsu-kun insisted that he could not take off his cap, but Mimura’s servant persisted that Kaibutsu-kun did so. Without time on their side, the servant could only sigh as she placed the wig over Kaibutsu-kun’s cap, mumbling to herself about not letting Mimura-kun’s grandfather catch sight of this ‘girl’.
“Yamada-kun! Hurry up!” hissed Mimura-kun from the door, “Ojii-chan is at the gates,”
Deciding to be disgusted at the outfit later, Yamada hid his blush as he made his way to the main door to welcome the master of the house back, disappointed that Kaibutsu-kun wasn’t allowed to go with him.
More or less hidden among the other real maids, Yamada bowed deep as Mimura’s grandfather entered the house, not wanting to show his face. Mimura’s grandfather was a very, very old man. It took him forever to walk through he corridor which was lined with maids. Hence, when they straightened themselves, he hasn’t even made it to the end. To makes things worse, he was right beside Yamada.
Yamada looked at the ground, praying like mad that Mimura’s grandfather won’t realize that there was a new ‘maid’ in the house. But the old man seemed to have read his mind.
“You’re new here aren’t you?” he asked, staring at Yamada as though he knew his true identity.
“Yes,” replied Yamada in a high squeaky voice which he thought sounded nothing like a girl’s. But luckily, he just nodded and continued his journey to his room.
Yamada heaved a sigh of relief.
The first task of the day was to clean the living room. Which wasn’t such a problem. Only if Mimura’s grandfather, the only one in the house who doesn’t know who he really is, wasn’t there sipping tea.
Yamada kept his face down the whole time he was there, and minded nothing else but his business. But somehow, Yamada kept having this feeling that someone was staring at his back. But the tense atmosphere was quite bearable since Kaibutsu-kun was there too, sweeping the floors.
“Why do I have to do this?” mouthed Kaibutsu-kun once they caught each other’s eyes.
“Because you need the money,” answered Yamada, mouthing back, “Without money, you won’t be able to eat that delicious Hayashi Rice anymore,”
Kaibutsu-kun nodded and went back to his work, muttering curses under his breath. Just then, Yamada felt someone tap his shoulder. Yamada jumped in shock and fear, as he spun around.
Oh shit.
Of all the people in the house, Mimura’s grandfather just had to be the one to tap him.
“Can I help you?” asked Yamada, using that same squeaky voice.
“I heard it was Takuya who offered to you work here,” he said, a cheeky smile on his face which Yamada failed to see due to his nervousness of being exposed. He nodded.
“Are you his girlfriend?”
Yamada choked on himself. What? Him? Mimura-kun’s girlfriend? NO WAY!
Before Yamada could respond, a loud snap coming from behind Yamada echoed through the room.
“Kaibutsu-kun?” mumbled Yamada under his breathe, so that Mimura’s grandfather wouldn’t hear. Standing in the middle of the room, with his muscles tensed, his face red and smoke coming out from his ears was Kaibutsu-kun. The broom he was using earlier broken in his hands.
Not saying anything, Kaibutsu-kun walked out of the room, but not before staring at Yamada with a sad pout on his face.
“So, are you his girlfriend?”
“No, sir,” mumbled Yamada, hiding his blush with the fake hair that fell from the sides of his face, missing the smile on the old man’s face turn into a frown.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“What was that all about?” asked Yamada as he and Kaibutsu-kun were eating lunch in the kitchen, sitting at opposite ends of the table. Kaibutsu-kun just continued with his food and ignored Yamada as though he was never said anything at all.
Not liking being ignored, Yamada pulled his chair closer to Kaibutsu-kun, “what’s wrong?” he asked.
Kaibutsu-kun turned his entire body to face another direction, before continuing with his rice and fish. Yamada had no idea what he did to make Kaibutsu-kun so mad at him. If he remembered correctly, he hadn’t done anything that would offend the former.
Yamada sighed and was about to return to his meal when he spotted something on Kaibutsu-kun’s face. Frowning, Yamada reached out and cupped his hand on Kaibutsu-kun’s cheek, using his thumb to brush off the grains of rice which were stuck on his face.
“You know, there are seven gods in rice,” explained Yamada, eating the rice which were now on his thumb, “it’s bad to waste rice like that,”
Yamada’s actions forced an unwilling smile onto Kaibutsu-kun’s face. Little did the pair realize, there was someone else so witness the entire scene from the other side of the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Where is Mimura-kun?” pouted Yamada, lying on the sofa in Mimura’s room. Kaibutsu-kun didn’t reply as he watch Yamada squirm around on the sofa, trying to find a nice position to rest his aching body after a hard day working as a maid, and not to mention being dressed like one too.
Kaibutsu-kun didn’t realize he was licking his lips as he thought about how the females in Kaibutsu Land couldn’t compare to Yamada in a skirt with long flowing hair cropping his beautiful face. Kaibutsu-kun slapped himself when he realized what he was thinking about. Yamada was his friend. FRIEND. And nothing else.
“Where is Mimura-kun?” repeated Yamada, “he’s supposed to give us our pays!”
Just as Kaibutsu-kun was about to speak up, he saw a familiar figure outside the window behind Yamada. Dracula?
Through the window, Dracula mimed to Kaibutsu-kun to come outside. From the looks on Dracula’s face, Kaibutsu-kun could tell it was something urgent, so Kaibutsu-kun reluctantly left Yamada lying face flat on the sofa and went outside to meet Dracula.
“What’s up?” he asked, blushing as he saw Dracula raise an eyebrow at his outfit.
“The Demonic Tribe are draining the human flaws again!” cried Dracula, “this time, they are after jealousy! And that friend of Yamada-kun’s is there too!”
Mimura-kun? Kaibutsu-kun was about to out beat the hell out of the Demons, but when Dracula mentioned Mimura-kun, Kaibutsu-kun couldn’t help but feel hesitant. Why should he help Mimura-kun? He could tell that Mimura-kun had something for Yamada but he couldn’t really place a finger on it.
“Young master!” persuaded Dracula, “Wolf Man and Dracula are there too! We have to save them!”
Trying to find a reason to save Mimura, Kaibutsu-kun followed after Dracula. Well, he still owe them their pay, so if Mimura died in the hands of the Demonic Tribe, he and Yamada couldn’t get their money, and he knew Yamada would be really sad.
“Kaibutsu-kun?” asked Yamada, who just appeared from nowhere, “what are you doing out here,”
“I need to go somewhere,” explained Kaibutsu-kun before running after Dracula, “wait for me here!” he called back.
Soon enough, Kaibutsu-kun and Dracula came to an old and run down factory, more or less like the first one, except it was late an night this time, making the whole place look even creepier than it would have in daylight. But Kaibutsu-kun and Dracula are Kaibutsus, hence, something as trivial as this can’t scare them.
Dashing in at the speed of light, Kaibutsu-kun and Dracula came face to face with none other than the same demon as the last time. Also like the first time, the place was dark with red lights and there were people standing under that metal contraption, their lives being sucked out of them.
“Mimura-kun!” gasped a voice. Kaibutsu-kun and Dracula both spun around, wondering who the new comer was - Yamada. Kaibutsu-kun felt so stupid, firstly for not detecting Yamada with his sharp sense of smell and hearing, and secondly, for letting Yamada witness the whole Kaibutsu vs Demons thing.
Luckily, Yamada didn’t have much time to absorb what was going on, as Franken appeared from behind and knocked him out.
With Yamada out of the way, Kaibutsu-kun’s attention went back to the demons.
“Get them!” cried the demon leader, pointing a finger at the Kaibutsu gang. Powerless, Kaibutsu-kun could only hide behind Franken again as his servants took out of the demons. Or he could go save the humans.
He chose the second option.
Running over to that metal thingy, Kaibutsu-kun pushed Mimura away from the contrivance, glad that Mimura didn’t seem conscious and aware of what was going on around him. After dragging Mimura to where the unconscious Yamada was, miraculously able to not get attack by the hundreds of demons, Kaibutsu-kun hypocritically placed Mimura beside Yamada.
Just then, Kaibutsu-kun felt an overwhelming power running through his body, his psychokinesis! Kaibutsu-kun was back in action!
Dramatically walking up to the demons with a smug on his face, Kaibutsu-kun unleashed a stream of fire from his mouth, turning the demons into purple smoke once again.
Kaibutsu-kun folded his arms over his chest as watched his handiwork with satisfaction, but now, on to bigger things.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Yamada watched Jiro grin in happiness as he saw the signed form for his baseball camp, together with the fee, and a brand new baseball glove.
Yamada was still wondering whether everything that happened that afternoon was a dream or not as Jiro examined his new glove. Kaibutsu-kun had suddenly appeared at ‘George Clooney’ after the lunch rush and handed him a stack of money. Kaibutsu-kun had informed him that he had fell asleep on Mimura’s sofa from exhaustion, and Mimura decided to pass his pay through him.
Yamada still had doubts in his mind as he counted the notes. He remembered following Kaibutsu-kun after he ran off in a hurry last night, and they had ended up in a factory where some demons were draining Mimura’s energy. But, come to think of it, there were no such things as demons, and Mimura was perfectly fine the next morning, so Yamada waved it off as a dream.
“Eh?” he said, not believing his eyes. In his hands, were 30 000yen! Twice of the agreed salary.
“Kaibutsu-kun, there’s an extra 15 000yen in here,” Yamada had said, wanting to clarify things.
“Oh! The other 15 000 is mine,” answered Kaibutsu-kun.
“But!” Yamada had cried in shock, “that’s your money! I can’t take it,”
“But you paid for my meal the other day,”
Yamada was dumbfounded. Kaibutsu-kun only owed him 2000yen, yet he was returning him 15 000yen?!
“But I really can’t accept this,” said Yamada, sliding the money across the counter to Kaibutsu-kun.
“Of course you can,” replied Kaibutsu-kun, “just buy me another plate of Hayashi Rice and we’re even,”
Jiro’s ‘thank you, an-chan,’ pulled Yamada back from his recollections.
“You shouldn’t be thanking me,” replied Yamada, a shy smile on his lips.
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