This Story's Rating: Teen, for characters cursing later on. Hopefully it isn't too excessive.
Disclaimer: As if I really need this. No, I don't own any of the characters I'm writing about, I only own my perceptions and ideas that are tangent from the originals.
A/N: Hey everyone, and thanks for clicking on this. I hope this story will live up to your expectations. This first chapter here is more of a prologue than anything. The rest of the story will include dialog and be much, much longer, I promise. Also, a side note: Just in case you were wondering, I am not going to use Japanese words here and there throughout this, even if I am sorely tempted to. Expect the first "real" chapter in 3-5 days, depending if I get a reaction to this or not. Reviews are always appreciated, whether you liked my writing or disliked it~ Remember: reviews aren't just for breakfast anymore~! :3 [I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors]
Landlord and I
I knew my presence was a constant bother; perhaps it was even similar to a goad at times, how it prodded at his sanity. Yet even so, I never thought I had to pay him anything as compensation for borrowing a piece of his mind. It wasn't like I physically took up space all the time. He just had to resign himself to the fact that he could not escape from me. I have never paid to him a 'rent' of any sort because I figured that I was the person who should be given a payment. After all, when one would look at the end result after I left his life, one would see that he would be in an everlasting state of happiness because I, the one who had provided upon him chronic uneasiness was gone. He'd never be depressed again! But everyone only saw his current unhappiness… they were unable, or rather, unwilling to see the long-term benefits of me. That being the case, they hated me. Now, it is not so much so that people hating me bothers me—quite the contrary, actually—but when people are ungrateful to me after I proffer such an excellent opportunity of eternal happiness, that is when I get excrutiatingly furious.
Then, one day a month and two days ago, my entire perspective on our relationship changed.
A month and two days ago, yet I still cannot decide for the damnation of me if it was for better or for worse.
