Doll (MikaYuu)

♦09♦ - Eager

It was virtually impossible to leave my house while my parents interrogated me. I had the task of making sure I had successfully packed all of the things I needed for my semi-long term stay at the hotel until I moved out somewhere in the city near Poupée Mystique. I faced the realizing defeat of having to live in the city, but at least I had what could be a successful job.

I had filled that paper out all night, all of my information - including some weird things I didn't even know about myself that I had to dig out in files of paper work - and enveloped it all. I was pooped that night, falling asleep right on my desk after I had emailed most of my information to their company.

I also had to dig through the depths of Hell that was my closet to find some decent clothes that I could wear to work. Most of the formal clothes I had were for depressing reasons - I had to wear them to go to court whenever my mother and father were called back for finishing off their marriage. How long did this process usually take, anyways?

My dad had luckily let me steal his car for the time being, finally being able to have a transport from here to there without horrible train schedules. It was most likely out of the 'Wow, son, you actually got a job. Use this privilege you've begged for all of your life to finally use it for an adult responsibility' spite.

Growing up was kicking my butt.

I had just stuffed my last suitcase in the trunk, my mother teetering outside in her robe with messy hair. She yawned, stretching her arms.

"Well, look at you, little business man. All set?" she asked, wiggling her toes in her slippers. I nodded, closing the trunk. "Oh, wait, I have to do this," she cheerily cooed, rushing over to me and pulling a small black bow tie and tying it around me.

"Gosh, mom, really..." I murmured, her giggling in accomplishment after.

"You look cute!" she kissed my cheek. "Alright, drive safe. Text me soon!" she called out, scampering back up the steps. I smiled, giving her a small wave as I got in the car and closed the door. "Say no to drugs!"

I laughed, giving her a thumbs up as I pulled out of the driveway.

I had settled on a conclusion: the GPS on my phone was a piece of donkey booty. I got no more than an hour into the drive when the damn thing kept recalculating every eight seconds. I cursed to myself, driving steadily as I reset my phone. The morning was already starting off like a pain in the neck.

It was about 11 AM then - halfway to the city - when my phone buzzed.

I had gotten a text of directions from Mika's PIN with a leading message:

Do not get lost, twit.

I smiled to myself, rolling my eyes. So, it was the kickoff for the first day.

12 PM.

Mika had called me when I had finally reached the hotel, almost like he could sense it, and knowing his association, he probably could. I quickly answered, completely dropping everything I had on the bed. The phone call was clearly way more important.

"Yuichiro," he began, his voice deeper than ever because he had most likely just woken up. This man owned a voice of a thousand octaves. "When you get to the building, you will receive a text. It is a code to access the elevators. I would put it somewhere important so you can remember."

"Okay," I breathed out, quickly eyeing myself in the room mirror, making a series of weird faces and attempted sexy ones as I primped myself up.

"No coffee, right?" he joked, making my primping series come to a pissy ending.