Allen X MC Fanfic CHAPTER 1
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"So this is the town that old man persuaded me into working at, huh." There's a huge scarcity of buildings but a wide variety of nature to be seen. The air is clean, the skies are a light shade of blue, not a shred of cloud to be seen. The water is crystal clear, calm, reflecting the light blue sky. This is different from where I lived.
There aren't much townspeople here. It's much like a ghost town. Damn that old man. He mentioned that it was a little run down but this is far worse than I expected.
Great, just great. Being the prodigy hairstylist that I am, I should've stayed in the city where I'll be able to show off my magnificent works of art.
"Ah, Allen. Since you just arrived, why not greet the townspeople? But you should place your luggage at your new home first, I guess."
Dunhill, the old man who persuaded me to live in this dilapidated town, showed me to my new 2 storey home. A salon on the first floor and my home on the second.
It's not half bad. Heh. The craftsmanship is passable, suited to my glorious presence. Though painting it blue was a mistake. The shade of red would be better. The flowers in the front should've been of sunflowers. Perfect for summer.
"It's good." I muttered without thinking. The carpentry, the furniture, the design, was it all thought of by a single person? Hah. I doubt it. There's no such person in an anonymous town.
"I'm glad that it suits your favor. It was made by the new farm girl in town, Rachelle. She is quite splendid in the things she does."
My eyes widen. Just a bit. To think that a single farm girl, a female, nonetheless, built this house that even caught my attention. How interesting. I smirk, though remaining silent.
"In fact, I'll introduce you to her tomorrow. You must be tired from your trip. Rest up. I'll come first thing tomorrow morning."
"I am not a morning person. And I am certainly a horrible person at 'first thing in the morning'." is what I would like to say but the words just slipped through my mouth as air. I simply nodded as I assume Dunhill went on home.
I examined the salon, every nook and cranny. Not a single flaw and also quite simple. I proceeded on unpacking my luggage and fixed up the place suited to my comfortability.
A few hours passed and I slumped against the couch. It wasn't like the couches I used to sit on at the city but this is quite comfortable. I felt a gurgle through my stomach. I haven't eaten since I left the city and it's also hot here. I feel slight sweat on my forehead which made me feel uncomfortable.
I amenably headed to the bathroom to wash off the discomfort and the harsh weather seeping through my skin. After I cooled off, I walked towards the fridge, with a hand using the towel to wipe the wet strands of my natural red hair and the other to open the fridge.
A sudden blast of cool wind came into contact with my face. Aside from the refreshing wind, it is scarce of food. Talk about no hospitality. To think that they wouldn't at least leave a certain welcoming gift. How rude.
I am certain that there isn't even a restaurant in this town. A sigh escaped from my lips.
"Thud, thud, thud!" booming footsteps ran through my ears and I immediately went down to check.
When I arrived, it was quiet.
Silence. But… there's a wafting aroma filling the atmosphere. The scent of herb soup. How I loved that dish. As I daydreamed, my eyes suddenly landed on the counter where there was a steaming hot bowl of herb soup. Why is this here? Who left this? A dozen questions filled my mind but only one thought came through. I'm hungry.
Regardless of my other thoughts, I took the herb soup and headed to that table. I sat down and took a sip with a metallic soup spoon. It melted through my mouth. It was a luscious taste. I then finished the whole bowl and washed it in the sink afterwards.
I sat down on the bed which seemed to release an annoying creaking sound. A headache is what I'll get from this disrupting sound. A lot of thoughts is filling my mind but sleep is all I could ask for at this time.
And so, with that thought, I slowly drifted to unconsciousness.
I woke up quite early this time. 5 am. How annoying. I glare at the ticking clock as I was preparing myself up for the day. It's quarter to 6 o'clock when Dunhill came to pick me up.
We greeted the other townspeople. Two women, middle aged and old were falling head over heels for me as I would expect. Then there was a man, a tad bit younger than I was, kept glaring at me. Annoyed by my presence. I would expect that from other men. Jealous of a successful man such as I. There was also another girl who looked much like a samurai, uncomfortable of my presence. Not like it matters. There was also an older woman with her child, greeting me with a smile so fake. Then there's a childish looking girl by the name Tina.
It was time to meet the last villager, the person who built my house. Dunhill and I headed onto a huge space filled with crops, trees and a barn where I heard the moo of a cow. We stopped right in front of a farmhouse.
Dunhill knocked in front the door saying: "Good morning, Rachelle. I'm coming in!"
Dunhill opened the door and went in. I suppose locks aren't being used in this town…
"A new resident moved into town. You can come in now!" Dunhill shouted to me.
I suppose that is my cue. I enter the open door that Dunhill didn't even bother closing. I closed the door behind me and headed opposite the direction where she was standing.
I observe her from top to bottom. Disheveled hair. It's golden color and disheveled appearance makes the crown of her hair look just like a bird's nest. Casual overalls is what she's wearing. Not really my type. I'd go for eastern dresses, Nordic style clothing and or maid outfits. She looks unkept. A look unbefitting of a woman. I want to cut and fix that mess of a hair. I want to take her out shopping for clothes and burn those pesky overalls.
She is far from how I imagined her to be. A shame. Such a disappointment.
"Are you Rachelle?" Why did I even ask such an obvious question. Of course she is.
"I'm Allen. A top stylist. This old timer insisted that I come and see you. So here I am, nice to meet you."
She nodded and smiled.
I'm sure this girl would love to go out with me. I mean, I know how bewitching my looks are. Of course she would. She's got a nice smile though. I should play around with her for a bit.
"We don't have anyone who can cut hair, so I've been searching far and wide for someone." Dunhill said.
"That's when I met Allen here. When I said we could give him a salon, he agreed to come and live in town."
Which was a big mistake. A run down town like this, what good is bound to happen? But the salon she made really impressed even I, myself.
"I've checked the salon out and it looks great. Perfect for me to use the full range of my skills."
There. I've praised you. Be happy. It's not often like this that I praise someone.
"If you want to change your own style a little, Rachelle, come by and see me and I'll bring you right up to date!"
Which you should do as soon as you can. Look at that grimy and oily hair.
"That's all we wanted to say. Anyway, sorry for coming by this early in the morning. Keep up the good work!"
"I'll see you again soon, Rachelle."
"It looks like you're having a bit of a bad hair day too. Come by and I'll help sort you out!" I added.
So we left. Dunhill told me all about the town and after, we parted ways.
So here I am, back at my salon. It's deserted. Unlike back when I was at the city.
A sigh escaped from my lips. I'm hungry. Perhaps I should come by the general store and buy some ingredients.
As I opened the door, I bumped into a familiar figure. It was Rachelle… with an ugly cowboy hat… I guess since its summer, she wears that ugly thing.
…! It's that smell again… The smell of herb soup. Rachelle retreated a little and handed me a bowl of herb soup.
"I'm sorry for the sudden collision… Here… I thought that you'd get hungry since you just moved in and there's no restaurant here… The general store is also closed today, so I figured I'd make you some food… " She said in a low but clear voice.
"Were you also the one who left the herb soup by the counter yesterday?" I took the herb soup and she held on her hat with both small and slender hands. To think that those two hands could build a salon like this.
She nodded.
Thump… thump… thump…
What was that…? It might just be my imagination.
"You get me Rachelle, you've got great sensibilities. Allow me to praise you." I chuckled.
And so, she smiled and left.
To think that it was her, too, who made me this herb soup. She might be more than I thought she'd be.
-END OF CHAPTER 1-