Not Just Another Jew
By Rurik, 2005
Grey
stumbled slightly. He looked down as some yellow child ran by him. His
floppy blonde hair bounced as he ran, a look of determination and joy
on his face. Grey look in the opposite direction to see a little white-haired
urchin, wearing a pair of saggy green pants and reared back with a water
balloon. Grey grinned, if not half-heartedly. He loved kids, but it
always reminded him of his childhood. It wasn't that he had any past
traumas, but rather that he felt he had wasted it.
He
walked into the cool, brisk air of the building. Had he really squandered
his childhood? Many would argue to the contrary. He was one of the world's
richest men. He had always been a financially able sonuvabitch, even
in his early years. He spent much of his young life toiling over an
abacus or something to that nature. He wasn't much for horseplay. It
was always business, always planning for the future. It had paid off,
most certainly, but at what cost? He stepped into the elevator, and
stood awkwardly next to one of his lesser employees. Said employee began
to sweat profusely.
Grey
walked into the hall outside his office. His secretary jumped up. "Asilin,"
he greeted her.
"Oh,
good morning, Mr. Grey."
He
nodded warmly to her, as he entered his office. He hung up his coat
on the rack, a nice Mahogany number imported from West Tek. The Coat
Hooks were Anchors and Crabs and other Nautical Brick-a-brack. He slumped
into his chair. What was the point of it all? It had always been work
first with him, no time for to play or socialize with ragamuffins. And
where had it gotten him? He was a wealthy man, and a powerful one at
that. He was no undoubtedly a good man, but no one could really
attest to the fact. No one even knew him well enough to call him a bad
man if he were one, and he was surrounded on all sides by sycophants.
Grey let out a sigh. He buzzed his secretary over the intercom.
"Asilin,
can you come in here a moment?"
"Um,
yes sir, certainly."
The
wide doors opened, and in slinked Asilin. She was by no means a petite
woman, she had a strong build to her, but she was certainly beautiful.
A perfect agglomeration of curves cinched up in a soft, red skirt. Her
green eyes stood out vividly against her black hair. Grey sat leaning
back in his chair, balancing a pencil on his lips. He soaked her in
for a minute or so.
"...um,
Mr. Grey?"
"Asilin,
I was wondering," he began slowly, searching for the right words.
"I was wondering, if you would like to, um. Christ I'm bad at this.
Would you like to have dinner tonight?"
"Oh,
why, Mr. Grey...."
"I
mean, I could understand perfectly if you would rather not, I mean I
am a good deal your senior, and if you would rather keep our relationship
strictly work-related I can understand perfectly-"
"I
would love to, Mr. Grey."
"Please,
Daran." Grey grinned to her. "How's my place sound, say, after
work?"
"I
would be delighted."
"Faaaaantastic."
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The
pair walked into Grey's typical Jewish apartment, menorahs everywhere.
All shapes and sizes, some hanging from the ceiling like god damn chandeliers.
So many fucking candles, it was astounding. Here was a man that the
wax lobby simply adored. Asilin stopped in front of the fireplace,
and inspected a large hunk of metal. She turned to Grey.
"Is
this ... Jew gold?" Grey laughed.
"No,
no, no, just a replica. I keep the real gold on my person at all times."
He reached into his collar and pulled out a small bag on a chord. They
both chuckled a little bit. Suddenly a large, black-and-blondee cat
slinked out of no where and wound itself around Asilin's legs. She let
out a scream and fell flat-ass over. The cat stared into her panicked
eyes and twitched it's tail.
"So,
um. Are you sure that he isn't..... feral?"
"Oh,
of course, Benjamin wouldn't hurt a fly. Now, smaller cats, that's a
different story."
The
panther made a sudden movement towards Asilin, who jumped, startled.
Benjamin licked her thigh gently. She rubbed his shaggy head with a
nervous smile and scampered off into the kitchen. Grey stood at the
stove, wearing a black apron and sauteing mushrooms.
"I
didn't know you could cook," she teased.
"Oh
yeah, you have to know how when you live the swinging bachelor life
I do." He flipped the mushrooms over his back, sticking out the
pan to catch them.
They
promptly hit the floor. He and Asilin stared at them for a few silent
minutes.
"You
know I like Chinese food, too."
"Yeah,
Chinese food is good."
Grey
waited for the line to pick up, trying to look as suave as possible.
This was not helped by Benjamin nudging him in the knee with a tennis
ball over and over. Grey finally gave in and chucked the ball just as
the line clicked. Benjamin pattered after his prey, knocking over relatively
little for a cat his size.
"HERRO
SARTRE PIZZA CHINESE FOOD TO GO MAY I HAFF YOUR OLDER."
"Oh
hey, you guys make pizza now?"
"IS
GREAT NEW FLAVOR REVOLUTION, PUSH TO SHOVING THE ENVELOPE."
"Mmhuh.
What would you suggest, pie-wise?"
"MONGORIAN
BEEFF IS FANTASTIC ON PIE TO EAT."
"Yeah,
we'll have a small Mongorian-- Mongolian beef pizza, a couple
egg rolls, and um-- Hey As! Want anything else?"
"Get
something noodley. With egg :D"
"Noodles
and eggs, my good man."
"RITE
EXCERRENT, GET MAKE COOK YOUR FOOD NOW FOLEVER FAST."
Grey
was curled up with Asilin on the couch. He was playing with her hair
like some kind of DORK. Which he WAS. AND THEN THE DOORBELL RANG. Grey
slid off of the sofa and walked with great haste to the door. He was
greeted by a blue monster that was probably older than time itself.
"I
thought Chinese food was supposed to be fast, old man," Grey jibed.
"PIZZA
TAKE LONG TIME MAKE COOK GOD DALRAMMNIT."
"Hey
hey, I'm just kidding ya old fart." Grey took the food from the
hairy goblin and threw him some cash. "Keep the change."
"TWO
HUNDLED DORRAH!!" Sartre exclaimed as the door closed.
"Food's
ready-" Grey started. Asilin already had half an egg roll crammed
in her mouth. "Eager, aren't we?" Asilin punched him in the
shoulder.
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Asilin
was curled up next to Grey, her hand on her belly. A smile of contention
was stretched across her face. The coffee table in front of them we
strewn with empty dishes. Grey scratched the back of her head, leaning
back. This is what he had missed out on. Moments like these, they were
better than any sum of money. This shined even more than gold. This
was the spice of life or something. He stared into the crackling fire
in front of him and began to doze off, into a vague euphoria.
He
awoke suddenly to find Asilin kissing him gently, on the lips. His eyes
fluttered for a second, and suddenly she was on him. Eventually, as
human nature requires, they surfaced for air. They both grinned lopsidedly
at each other, eyes half closed.
Asilin
stretched and kissed Grey on the cheek. She whispered softly into his
ear, "Daraaan, I'm hungryyy." Grey turned to her with a smirk
on his face.
"Craika,
woman, after all you ate?"
"Yeah,
but I exerted a lot of energy" she cooed.
"Mmmmmm" he grinned, leaning
his face to hers. "I know this little doughnut shop, it's a few
blocks away but it's worth it."
"Sounds
nice," she crooned as she stood up. She let out a yawn and popped
her back while Grey just stayed there and watched. She turned around
to catch him staring at her butt.
"Take
a picture, it'll last longer."
"Don't
move." he jested as he leapt up. She laughed as she picked up her
dress.
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The
couple laughed as they walked out the door into the cold, night air.
"It's a good ways off, but I know a shortcut."
"Oh,
a quick jaunt through a back alley? How romantic."
"Hey,
I aims to please," he laughed. Asilin didn't respond. She was frozen
in her tracks. Grey looked in front of them, and saw a woman pointing
a gun at him. Thick, brown hair, covered in yellow fur. She looked deathly
serious. Another woman stood behind her, white hair, ice blue fur. She
seemed less sure of herself as she stared straight into the sidewalk.
Grey threw his hands into the air, surprising the woman. She jerked
the gun towards him, but didn't shoot.
It
was silent.
"Alright
man, hand over yer wallet," she said in a gruff voice. "The
lady's purse, too," she added as Grey handed her his wallet. She
handed both objects to her accomplice. They all just stood there.
"Come
on, Sosh. Let's go," the other one pleaded. Soshika brushed her
to the side."
"Shut
up, Zar." She turned her attention to Asilin. "Give me the
necklace." Asilin whimpered. "Give me the God damn necklace!"
She reached out for Asilin's neck, Asilin flinched and screamed. Her
vivid green eyes narrowed, her mouth fell slightly asleep.
Soshika
stood there stunned, the ripped necklace in her left hand, the smoking
barrel in her right. Grey stared at her dumbfoundedly. Asilin hit the
ground. Soshika turned and ran, grabbing Zara. Grey looked down, his
arms shaking heavily. A puddle of blood reached his shoe. He bent of
and reached a tremulous hand to Asilin's motionless shoulder.
"Asilin?"
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