Doll (MikaYuu)

♦21♦ - Résumé

Today was the day.

Well, not like a really big day or anything. But it was a day. The day. Of something. But it wasn't important.

Okay I just had to be observed to see if I was acceptable to become a model. Basically, I couldn't be super ugly and have weird bodily scars and formations, which I found extremely discriminative. I mean, just because it didn't please a majority of the public eye didn't make a person less good-looking. Like, c'mon, I've seen some pretty hot chicks with some weird injuries from all kinds of things.

But that wasn't important. Not at the moment, at least.

I had to report to Mika's estate for my "appointment" or whatever the heck I was doing. I wasn't sure how the whole application process worked, but I was anxious to find out. Then again, I just wanted to keep sleeping in at the hotel room...

How amazing was Mika? On the midst of my way there, he gave me the PIN to access his door. No more buzzers! But the PIN made me angry because I so could've guessed it if I tried.

321654.

Seriously, Mika? Did you set this?

I gently opened the door once I arrived, surprised at the sudden dimness of his estate. I hadn't even noticed the massive curtains that he had pulled shut, all sunlight from the afternoon completely shut out as Mika summoned an emo-aura.

There, snuggled up on the couch in fuzzy pajamas and his little bun, was Mika, munching on biscuits and watching a cheesy romance movie on the large TV. He didn't even seem to acknowledge my existence when I showed up, blindly shoving another biscuit into his mouth. I could hear his little munches through the movie audio, making me slightly chuckle.

After I removed my shoes, I tiptoed behind his couch and rested my chin on his soft head of hair, careful not to damage his golden bun. He smelled like a baby, fresh and clean and like bubbles. But he still didn't pay attention to me.

I reached for the biscuit box. Then a violent spar of moments had him flipping me over the couch by my arm and onto the floor in front of it.

I landed with a thud, hissing as the pain soared through my head and butt. Jesus, did this boy take martial arts, too? As I attempted to sit up, a fuzzy-socked foot pressed to my forehead, threatening my consciousness.

"Hi, boss," I stammered, peering up at his pink fuzzy socks.

"Hello," he softly said, taking a small bite into another stick-shaped biscuit. "Please do not interrupt my movie."

"...O-Okay..." I inched away from his foot which quickly retreated back under his large blanket. I sat next to him on the couch, worming my way under the toasty comforter and sat as far away as possible.

I attempted to watch the movie with him, really craving a biscuit at the same time.

"Oh, Frank, you know I have the kids," said, what I guessed was, the main protagonist lady.

"We'll take them, too. I have room, for all of us," replied the husky male who looked something out of a pedophile record.

"But... I'm pregnant! How will you have room for him, too?"

I rolled my eyes, looking over at Mika with a ridiculous gaze, but he was still captivated in his cheesy film. I gently nudged his thigh with my foot, but once again, his attention was not aimed towards me.

"Can I have a biscuit?" I whispered, twiddling with the large sheet. He wouldn't even look at me. Okay, I had enough. I grew irritated, getting to my knees and I collapsed over him.