My name is Mitsuki Wakahisa and I'm 23 years old. I'm about 5'2" and today was a shitty ass day.

I stood in the sale section of the supermarket, looking over the half-priced package of crab claws. 'Do I really want crab tonight or do I want something different? Noodles are also half-priced so I could make udon. Hmm...I think I'll go with udon tonight.' I put the crab claws down when I noticed a tall man come up beside me. Glancing at him from the side of my eye, he was wearing a yellow jumpsuit that had a zipper near the collar with red gloves and red shoes, a belt with a yellow buckle and a white cape that reached his heels. The most noticeable thing about this man was the fact that his head was smoother than a baby's bottom.

I turned to look at him fully. He had brown dots for eyes, a small nose and a bored look on his face as he gazed at the crab claws with his mouth slightly open. His posture was lax and carefree. 'What a dork. A cute one but a dork nonetheless.' Smiling to myself, I turned away and headed toward the noodles, picking up a few boxes then heading to the register. Thanking the cashier, I checked out and left the supermarket.

The streets in City Z were bustling with people as I made my way to my small apartment, moving out of the way when necessary. Today had been long and I just wanted to get home. I was currently unemployed due to my former employer being arrested after being caught embezzling to support his 16 year old girlfriend. The scandal sent the company under within a couple of weeks from the media coverage, leaving its employees out of a job rather suddenly.

The interview I had scheduled today went very poorly. The interviewer seemed more interested in the scandal than my actual skills, asking prying questions with a devious glint in her eye. If I hadn't of walked out, I probably would have shoved my foot up her ass. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked up the steps to my apartment, my heels clicking on the concrete. I put the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door. Instead of being greeted with the sight of my living room, I was greeted with a large blast of air, rubble and dust, dirtying my black dress.

Rubbing the dust out of my eyes and coughing, I saw a large crater in the middle of my apartment where my living room used to be. Everything around it was destroyed, rubble from the walls and ceiling falling in chunks. I dropped my groceries in shock and grabbed my hair.

"MY APARTMENT!" I shrieked. Letting go of my hair and holding onto the walls, I cautiously walked into my now non-existent apartment, tears pricking my eyes. 'Oh, god. What am I going to do now?! Shit shit shit shit.' My foot slid underneath me as I tried to step over a large piece of rubble, sending me tumbling down the crater with a yelp. I crashed face first into something, smacking my nose and opened my eyes to a glaring red boot. Lifting my head up while rubbing my nose, my eyes land on something that looked very, very familiar from earlier and reminded me of a baby's ass. My eyes widened as I recognized that bald head. "YOU!"

He looked down at me, confusion etched into his goofy face. He stared blankly at me for a few second before scratching his head, "Who're you?"

I scowled up at him and gripped his yellow jumpsuit, using it to pull myself up. "Who am I?! I LIVE HERE!" I screeched at him, gesturing towards my destroyed apartment. "This is my apartment that you just destroyed, you ass!"

His eyes looked around and took in the damage. "Your rent must be pretty cheap for such a crappy apartment." Gritting my teeth, I grabbed his jumpsuit firmly and pulled him close.

"Well, if it's so fucking crappy, then pay for the damages, you bastard." I growled out, already starting to calculate the cost in my head. The bald man looked away from me, an annoyed expression on his face. He grabbed my hands and yanked them off of him. I winced from his grip. 'Ow. He's got a really strong fucking grip.' I thought, grimacing at his gloved hands wrapped around my wrists.

"I have somewhere to be." He crouched down, dropping my hands and jumped out of the gigantic hole in my ceiling with another blast of air, causing my dress to fly up. I cried out and covered my face from the blast. When I put my arms back down, he was nowhere to be seen. Anger coursed through me and I looked up at the ceiling. Closing my eyes, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU BALD SON OF A BIIIIIIIITCH!"