Hello there, welcome to my first attempt on a multi chapter fic of TalaXKai X3

Cover Art on top: I drew it. I may redraw it, because I rushed it and crapped it up.

I am really not used to this, so I apologize in advance for any errors or unfitting sentences...

This is just the introduction, and I will try to get onto the good bits as soon as I can :D

Basically Tala ruins every chance of a job offer and Bryan has found a place for him, in Japan. A large international enterprise... You know where this is going.

Anyways, Enjoy!

Blazy~

Work is not an excuse for love

(Introduction)

A young male, in his early twenties walked, or rather, trudged through the snow, with his head down and shoulders slack in the streets of Moscow.

His almost blood red hair was now lightly tainted with a thin sheet of fresh snow, and his lashes and thick coat were given the same treatment as well. But he did not care. Even though the man's teeth chattered slightly and his breath fogged around him every time he exhaled, his beautiful eyes, matching the weather, focused on the ground.

Trudge. Trudge. Trudge.

Worn out snow boots paced forth in synchronized slow movements. Up ahead by 10 feet, an empty can lay silently on the ground. Eyes ignored its presence while the boots kept going.

Clonk!

The boot made contact with the can, sending it flying and then skidding across. Then again, and again, and finally to somewhere it cannot reach.

Typical.

There's an almost universal fact about this. No matter the reasons that triggered this act, it can be almost always concluded that the person was not happy about something. A breakup, rent shortage, general depression, boredom, and so on and so forth. But in this one's case, it was a job.

Well, almost his job until he screwed up.

Yet again.

For some unknown reason the redhead had difficulties trying for an employment anywhere, but always ceasing to do so. Was it what he had said? Or was it just his face that disapproved many employers. He concluded with both. Although it's quite the opposite, tall, lean and muscular, skin as pale and untainted like new snow, flaming red hair and an angular yet soft facial feature with prominent cheekbones. And the eyes, oh those beautiful ice blue orbs that shone with a passion yet with a hint of dark reality. Pure yet sinful. One of a kind. Satan's creation. Therefore making it very confusing for the man to understand exactly why he cannot even make it through the interview. It's not even that hard to begin with.

All you need to do is to be honest about your opinions. Or so, that's what the redhead thought.

Why have you applied for this job?

Because I want money and I'm short on rent.

What are your major flaws?

I don't have any. I'm a pretty marvelous guy.

How much would you like to receive per hour?

Enough to pay for drinks.

Yeah, he didn't know he had to lie. That totally just contradicted everything he was taught during childhood.

Oh well. Another failed interview. Shit happens. Move along with life.

Although it still stings a bit.

It's not like he had never had a job before. But it wasn't anything big really, just the usual cafes and restaurants, usual stuff in the mall. Heck, even Burger King at some point. Who knew that spitting into onion rings for people who he hates could get him canned? Anyways, back to being jobless again. The young man continued to mop about the streets, checking his cell phone once in a while for a text message from his friend, Bryan Kuznetsov. They knew each other since they were young, now they are sharing a small run down apartment, in the backstreets of the large city.

Currently, Bryan is visiting his family in Leningrad, and was almost desperate for the redhead to find work and pay his share of the half. One day, just before Bryan boarded the train for Leningrad he told him that he had found a place for him, in a multi national enterprise. No one knows how on earth Bryan dug up and found all that, but he said he would send a text with all the information provided, so that the redhead could start work as soon as possible. Otherwise he really will kick the lazy asshole out of their apartment.

All thoughts were interrupted by a familiar beep in the man's pocket. He quickly flipped his cell phone open and a new message window popped up and opened:

Tel: *********

Fax: *********

Email: **********

Hiwatari Enterprise

Tokyo, Japan

PS. The confirmation letter will be sent to you by email, so be sure to check your inbox later. The airplane tickets will be included once you confirm.

PPS. Tala, you better take this job and keep it. Otherwise I'm throwing your shit out onto the streets!

Love,

Bryan.

Wait. Tokyo. JAPAN.

Fuck. And he thought it was in Russia. It has been a long time since Tala went to Japan. What, 3-5 years? Since when did Bryan have the time to look for such a job offer for him? Wasn't it hard to like, you know, get into large companies, let alone having an offer for a place for him?

Oh well. At least the plane tickets are included.

Tala sighed and put his phone back into his pocket. He wondered if he should get back home and start. Probably a wise decision.

At least he might be able to get a job at the "Hiwatari Enterprise" of Japan. Wait. "Hiwatari." Sounds somewhat familiar. Probably because all Japanese sounds the same anyways, at least to Tala it did.

But yes, going back to their apartment and checking his email…

... To be Continued...

Might I point out the title of this story sucks? I can not come up with anything at all... ."

Thank you for reading :D

Suggestions and critique are welcome in any language or... Planet.

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