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A/N:

This was written about 4 years ago on my original Fanfiction.net account. And the four years ago it was an interactive story where people would send in ideas of what the Zatch Bell characters would be like ten years from after the show ended with the most random jobs possible. Again this was written 4 years ago so I have gone through and edited a bit but if I missed something please let me know in the comments! I have over 30 chapters of this that I will be editing and attempting to post every couple of days and on a side note all the “a”s are supposed to be part of the Italian accent.

Reunion

Chapter 1

Falgore: Take the Trash out Already!

“Oh gawd, I, a, can’t, a, believe it,” An elderly woman walked behind a man in his thirties. “You’re, a, Parco Falgore?”

The garbage man upon hearing his name turned around to face the old woman, whose garbage he was throwing into the truck. “Yes, a, you, a, remember me?”

The old woman laughed, “That a, scandal with the a, hotel maid was on the a, news for only a, seven months if not a, more!”

“I’m a sorry, but I have other houses to a, do.” Falgore jumped on the back of the truck and gave his famous brain-less smile.

Every day he followed that same routine. Pick up trash, avoid people that talk about the scandal, and pick up more people’s trash. At the end of another normal day Falgore stumbled into his trailer home and picked up the mail at his door.

A strange letter, the envelope was pink with the airmail striping along the side caught Falgore’s eye. Before he ever opened his mail he always washed his hands. He may currently be a garbage man, but he could remember the days of letters smelling like perfume, his ladies line from before the scandal.

The letter in the pink envelope was written with tight small cursive letters:

June 17

Dear Parco Falgore,

It has been almost ten years sense the Mamodo battle was concluded; I figure its time for a reunion. In two months meet every one in Africa… Egypt. Two months from today, August 17, will be the ten-year anniversary. Enclosed are two tickets to Egypt. Bring your significant other, best friend, or something like that. The hotel will be ready for your arrival.

I look forward to seeing you!

Falgore looked on the back of the letter and the envelope, who ever had sent it hadn’t signed it. Falgore pulled out the ticket and nearly fainted.

The tickets were first class! He hadn’t flown first class, or any class for that matter, sense the scandal then a thought struck him. Scandal, scandal, he had been found guilty in a scandal, what would every one be thinking of him? Kiyo Takamine probably was a professor at Tokyo University and here he was a lonely trash man, still single, and slathering on extra pounds.

Falgore raised his fist to the air, “All right! That’s what I’ll a do!” he opened his fridge and took out the chocolate cake and placed it safely aside. Then he through out all his fast food, and every thing except the veggies and fruits and his special chocolate cake.

“There! You a will last me for two months, until then I can’t eat anything else.

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Two weeks later

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Fooooooood, foooooooood!” Falgore groaned as he staggered up to his coworkers drooling holding his arm out like a deranged zombie.

“Hey leave my hamburger alone, eat your carrot and half an apple!” the man driving the garbage truck growled.

Falgore couldn’t take it. He openly began to cry, “I need a girl friend! Please? Be my a girlfriend?!”

“Um. I’m a guy….”

A/N:

Falgore makes me laugh really hard. Hope you liked. Kanchome is next.

I don’t own Zatch Bell

Flagore the trashman was my idea