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Desire
Or Cantarella
Somewhere in a world different from ours there lived a very beautiful man. And this man had dark hair with lightning yellow highlights and dark skin that hinted to a Hispanic or Native American or Biracial heritage. This man had deep purple eyes that could suck you in if you looked into them for long enough. And this man had recently been hired by our star, a young man with silver hair that looks like he was kissed by winter and yellow eyes that reflected quite an animal nature. There are many players to this story, an older man of forty with snow white hair and skin and aquamarine eyes, a trickster with flame air and green eyes that looked like they belonged to the greatest tricksters of all, a young woman with light blue hair and similarly yellow eyes that reflected innocence and bliss and several other persons. This is a tale of longing and desire and misplaced affections. Welcome to Cantarella.
Another dull meeting. All of them are dull. Rather than get some decent conversation and arguments it's always 'yes Mr. Schroeder, as you wish Mr. Schroeder'. It gets boring fast. The only one to still doubt my judgment are those that are aware of my … tastes. Even then they only meekly suggest that I do not do things and shrink when I ask them why not. Cowards, I am surrounded by cowards. It is meaningless to always say yes. But then again everything is rather meaningless, do you not agree? Well of course not, you wouldn't be here if I you thought life was meaningless. I walk down the hall to speak with a new employee that Director Godwin hired without my expressed permission. I wonder who he hired, another woman probably. The entire office except for me and him and that obnoxious clown are female. He obviously has certain tastes in them because they all look rather the same to me. Disgusting. I continue to walk as the ever present click of shoes scares the employees and they scamper like cockroaches under a lamp. I smirk at the secretary, a woman in her thirties with light blue hair and yellow like much like my own but pathetically scared. Her name was, Mikage, Sanguine?
"You, what is your name?" I ask.
"Mikage Sagiri."
"You are not fired."
"Um, okay? Thank you?"
"Shut up."
I continue walking towards Director Godwin's office ignoring the blonde, red heads and bluenettes. I walk in still not looking up from my papers.
"Right let's get this over with, we have passed out quota of Asian and White women so unless you just happen to be a Black or Hispanic woman we can not hire you. Of course Director Godwin wouldn't pressure me to hire you unless you were his type so I assume you are an Asian woman of twenty to thirty with a peculiar hair and/or eye colour and a strong work ethic and breasts of a D or larger. You also have large eyes and are very eager to help. Oh and are not afraid of clowns but everything else." I rant.
"Actually I am a Black and Hispanic man of twenty to thirty with a peculiar hair and eyes colour. My work ethic is strong and I do not have breasts and I'm pretty sure my eyes are the same size as yours and I suppose I am eager. Oh and I am not afraid of anything except needles and parasites in my eyes. And don't worry about me have affairs with my Dad." A deep masculine voice says.
I splutter for a bit and finally take my eyes off the paper. He is indeed how he described himself. Quite beautiful, Director Godwin knows my tastes and he dares to wave a perfect specimen in front of my face? Oh well what happens next is on his own head.
"Ah, well then you have the job by default. Also don't sew me for sexual harassment you are the one of the only four males in this building and the girls get excited." I flippantly say.
He blinks and nods.
"What's your name?"
"Dragan Godwin."
"Ah. I am Harald von Schroeder but you know that don't you."
"Yes, I do."
I walk off flipping him a sly smirk.
I walk outside the building; it's late at night and hard to see where my car is. The white of it's frame illuminates itself enough so I may see the general area around it. I walk with my signature click. I open the door and the soft yellow lights illuminate the grey of the interior. I step in and close the door gently behind me. I pull out my keys and push them into the lock. The car comes to life in an instant and I am driving down the road to my house. I smile at the thought of what comes next. I pull into my driveway and laugh at the sound of the crunching of gravel. I can afford much better. I park my car inside the garage as white as everything else I own. After closing the garage door I click and crunch as I walk to the back door. Opening the door I flip on the lights bathing the white room in yellow. The maids have left and only my … friend is sitting here.
"Have a good day Harald?" he asks.
"Yes Brave. I have found another person that suites my tastes. I would like your help." I reply.
"Who is it Harald?! TELLL MEEEEEE!" He screams.
"Director Godwin's son Dragan."
"Director Godwin has a son? IS HE SEXY!"
"Well I wouldn't have said he was if he wasn't."
"Oh yeah."
Brave smiles and takes me into his room. I get mildly annoyed at the carpeted floors due to the fact that he only got them so I wouldn't click in his room. He pulls out a small vial of something.
"This is a powerful drug specially designed so that you can be the only man able to resist it. I call it The Tricky. It'll make them fall fast asleep in mere seconds. And since you're graciously letting me live in your house you can have it for free!" Brave chirps.
"As with any common romance I'll make sure he falls for it." I mumble to myself.
I take the vial and place it in my pocket. All of this is his fault not mine. Director Godwin is aware of my tastes and desires so it isn't my fault. Taunting me, teasing me with something, someone I can't have! As with any common romance they always fall for it. I promise that this time I won't leave behind any trace.