Me: Okay, yes, I'm still alive. And again, yes, I am rewriting stories. In fact, this is a rewrite! I hope you all enjoy the new version of The New Agent!
Calchas: It is good to be back on the set again, Reader. And I have to think that everyone agrees.
Xipil: You've got that right! I've been waiting to get back to the set! The writer does not own Digimon, only Calchas and I!
Me: Hehe, same old characters…
A Tenant with a Secret
The street was quiet, calm, and basically empty, with the exception of a single taxi cab that drives down it, carrying a single passenger. The cab came to a halt out front of one of the many houses, which looked almost exactly like every other house, a quality that was shared by the buildings on the street.
The driver climbed out and pooped the trunk, pulling out a suitcase as the passenger, a dirty blonde haired man of about nineteen with a black metal cane with a silver tip in his left hand, exited the vehicle as well. Having paid in advance, the man simply thanked the driver without looking at him, taking a hold of his suit case as it was set next to him.
Using the cane, the man moved towards the front door of the house, pulling along the suitcase as the driver returned to the cab and left. He knocked on the door, after confirming he was at it, and waited silently.
The man was Calchas Keneerd, and he happened to be one of the brightest minds in the world. Calchas remained silent as he heard the door open, and a young girl of around ten or eleven looked up at him with green eyes that were full of suspicion.
Pushing a strand of red hair out of her face, she spoke. "Can I help you, mister?"
"I'm answering an ad for a tenant," Calchas replied almost immediately, pulling a small sheet of paper from the pocket of his brown leather jacket. Handing it over, the girl frowned as she looked at the paper.
"There's nothing written on here. It's just a ton of bumps."
"It's braille. I happen to be blind, if the cane doesn't give that away."
The girl, Kristy Damon, was in shock at the news, and saw the truth in the man's eyes. Quite literally. His eyes were cloudy, an ever so pale shade of blue, that gave away his unfortunate condition. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't even know. Would you like to come in?"
"That would be very nice," Calchas said, showing no emotion whatsoever. Kristy grabbed his hand and led him to the living room, where she helped him onto the couch.
"I'll be back in a second. My mom is in the kitchen."
"Take as long as is needed, Kristy." Kristy froze as the blind man spoke her name, mostly from fear. She had not even mentioned her name, and the original ad for a tenant mentioned no names, either. With a small shrug, she was gone, leaving the man be.
Calchas shut his unseeing eyes and took a steady breath, entering a slightly meditative trance in seconds. He left the state just as quickly as he had entered, noting the sound of footsteps approaching.
"Hi, I'm Sarah Damon. Kristy told me you're answering the ad for a tenant?"
"That is correct, ma am. I am Calchas Keneerd." Sarah smiled, motioning for her daughter to head upstairs, where her brother, Marcus, was.
"Well, I can give you a short tour, if you like. The only people living here are Kristy, myself, and my son Marcus. Your room will be next to his, actually."
Calchas smiled, noting that a familiar tingling was running down the back of his neck. "I'd like to enter my room, if that is okay."
Sarah smiled, though it went unnoticed by the emotionless man before her. "If you'll just follow me, then." She took his hand, having noticed his condition through the state of his eyes, and began leading the way up to the room.
Calchas allowed the woman to do so, despite already having a mental schematic of the building's layout, including the exact location of people and furniture. He stayed silent, though, wishing to enter the room for some privacy.
He could tell what the room was like, without even having to be told. It would be a bed, large enough for him and him alone, in the corner farthest from the door. To the right of the room's only window would be a dresser that he would be able to use for clothes and other belongings. A circular rug would be in the center of the room.
Once the door was open, he used his cane to finish the trip to the bed, tossing his suit case by the head. "I'd like to be alone for a few minutes," he stated, before Sarah could even speak. The woman frowned, just as her daughter had, but left, shutting the door behind her.
With a speed that was created by familiarity, Calchas opened his suit case and pulled out a small box, scowling deeply as the sensation in his neck grew. From the box, he pulled out a small device, which he turned on and pressed to his arm. Pain shot through him, but it turned into a numbness as the sensation in his neck went away again.
"Perhaps this time it'll stay asleep for a good while," the man muttered, taking care of the device and the box with care.
Me: Definitely different from the original, but I think I can work with this a bit better!
Calchas: I believe so.