Friday, July 14, 2006

She took a step inside, vaguely hoping that some drunk otaku wouldn't fall on her feet the second she came in. As it happened to be, luck was with the silent girl and her friend. The first floor was....well, clean. Which wasn't what she didn't expect, based on the tenants upstairs.

Two people were sitting on two of the numerous and huge couches in the receiving hall/room. Whatever retarded business tycoon sponsored and kept this place running treated it very well. Although, why he or she kept this complex open at all was not very clear; at the moment it didn't seem any better than the other apartments in the city except for the fact that no one cared if they were underage or not here. As she padded quietly toward them, head slightly bowed as usual, the much older man noticed her and broke his eyes away from his newspaper.

"Ah...." he said in his gruff voice, looking over her, much like a potential buyer at the cow market. His eyes wandered over to the poster held loosely in her hand, and recognized the logo on top. "So, you'll be wanting a room here, then?" Her head dipped slightly and came back up a little. He smiled and stood up from the deep cushions of the sofa. "I'm Rangi, the apartment manager."

She told his hand in a brief hold, and then slowly pulled out a wad of cash. His slanted eyes widened a bit.

"That's enough for....half a year, roughly. You'll be staying that long then?" His only response was silence and an unbroken stare from her cold eyes.

"Longer, probably." Her voice was surprisingly smooth and silver, for such hardened eyes. Her words rolled off her tongue like they were honeyed, slipping off easily.

He counted the money, then quickly ran to a room and got a key. "Here you go, then. Room and board, kitchen use, you name it." Taking the key from him gently, her eyes moved to the other boy on the sofa.

He was older than her, but not by much. Maybe fourteen, while she herself was thirteen. His shaggy black hair, darker than hers, was thrown around his eyes, which spoke of his laziness and boredom as he listlessly flipped through a magazine. His body was altogether not unexercised, but it was like his skin was thick. He was thin, but the muscles were soft, barely formed. The dark skin just gave him a grumpier feeling. His dark brown eyes looked up and locked with her cold ones, sencing her apparent interest in him all of a sudden.

Rangi noticed this, and being one that likes to whip up some trouble occasionally. "Kentei," he rumbled, "why don't you be her guide for the week? It's summer, and you have nothing to do anyway." His lips naturally curled up in a smirk. "Why don't you introduce yourself, ma'am?"

Silence reigned in the room, until it was effectively cut off by her silvertongue voice. "I am Makashiro ....Kikan."

((Thanks for the comment, Colette. More coming soon.))

-SYC
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