Roji sat alone in the gleaming sunlight, frantically searching for a document that was lost underneath the piles of paperwork covering the desk. More and more cases popped up for the experienced executor and his growing assistant to solve, causing the smaller things to build into something hugely annoying and tedious. Muhyo, however, ignored that flow and shrank down into a sleeping heap on the couch. Roji normally wouldn't have minded if it weren't for the numerous tasks that needed to be done right away.
"Muhyo, could you pass me my phone? It's right there on the coffee table." He mentioned it's convenient location in hopes that it would encourage the lazy boy to help him out.
"Feh, get it yourself." Muhyo turned his back to the neglected device, demonstrating his obstinate attitude when his sleeping time was on the line.
Roji sighed and retrieved the phone swiftly before returning to his place at the desk, reordering the paperwork and looking over his list. He suddenly remembered that he also needed to go grocery shopping, and sucked his teeth as he picked up a pile to straighten it out.
Ugh, there's so much to do. Roji thought, absentmindedly readjusting the straying pages of the pile. I hope we don't have another case anytime soon.
Just then, the door flew open and swung into the wall. The impact caused some of the books on the shelf to fly from their previous placement and the papers in Roji's hands to do the same.
The light-haired boy responsible for the discord eyed the bureau askance and huffed. He wore a white suit with a light-blue pleated, frilled collar. He had a noble mien that quickly turned immature as he marched forward and threw himself onto the couch with enough force to move it back a couple of inches. He lifted his polished shoes onto the table and folded his arms behind his head with closed eyes.
"You guys Muhyo and Roji?"
Muhyo finally gained enough interest to sit back up and take a position similar to the intruder's. "Yep, that's us. Whaddaya need?"
The boy opened his eyes to look Muhyo over and squinted. "Who's this runt?"
"EXCUSE ME?" Muhyo's nonchalant demeanor was immediately dropped as he prepared to lunge out of his seat.
Roji immediately moved to Muhyo's side to prevent him from harming the customer, even though he wanted to do the same. "This… is Toru Muhyo, our executor."
"...Oh."
"OH?" Roji tightened his grip on Muhyo and pushed him back down.
"AAANYWAY," Roji decided it was about time that they got back to business. He took his seat next to Muhyo and prepared to jot down the details. "would you mind introducing yourself?"
"Oh, yeah." The guest planted his feet on the floor, unfolded his arms and clasped his hands together. "I'm Giohan. I'm here because of this ghost problem I have. Go fix it."
"Umm, we're going to need a little more information on this ghost in order to help you out." Roji's patience was running thin, but this attitude seemed fine by Muhyo.
"It's nothing big, just my old deceased assistant, Miyu."
"Wait, what?"
"That good-for-nothing coward who would tag along whenever I had a ghost to get rid of. He's almost as big as a burden now as he was before."
Roji was impelled to deny him their service, but he wasn't that dissolute. "You're an executor too? Why don't you take care of it yourself?"
Giohan looked baffled. "Are you crazy? I'm not gonna do all that work by myself. Not until I find myself another assistant."
"Right… so when and where does he usually stick around?"
"He hasn't tried to pull anything off yet since I always have a ton of guards at my disposal. However, he's been trying to lure me here."
Giohan handed Roji a crumpled piece of paper that appeared much older than it probably was. On it was an address scribbled down in black ink which soaked through the thin material. The words were barely legible as it seemed that the writer's hands were trembling violently as he wrote this.
"An abandoned warehouse?" Muhyo huffed as he recalled the address from a case he solved in the past. "How unoriginal."
"Giohan… why would he want you here?" Roji glanced up at Giohan who simply shrugged in response.
"Well, now you know. Go take care of it already."
Roji's brow twitched. "We'll be there at 7 p.m. The haunt is most likely to show itself at night."
"...Feh." With all said and done, Giohan stood, smoothed down his suit jacket, and left the room without so much as a goodbye. Not even a move to shut the door he so rudely opened.
"Geez, Muhyo, can you believe that guy? He was so rude, I… Muhyo?"
Muhyo snored in response and Roji knew that he was going to have to finish all that work alone.