Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a brand new chapter of Glitter and Glass, #2: Passing Interests from Ness's perspective. Thank you to all who have reviewed so far with your opinions, and to my guest review, I'm sorry that this doesn't interest you but to each of their own I suppose. To those who like this piece, thank you for taking some time to look at my work and be entertained. I do not plan on loosing up from the twistedness and the messed up realm I shall dive my characters into, alongside the butchering of canon because it is what I do. In our beginning, we have learned about a Lucas Indigo who simply wants to have a well-off life, but wants to get that achieved by doing as little as possible, a classic brat, classic kid who expects everything. You shall learn about Ness this time, from his eyes. Not every chapter, rather a majority will not be spent swapping P.O.V's as I assume that can get rather... confusing, moreso the focus will be on Lucas. We shall see a few new characters in the cast today such as Corrin, Ryu, and more! I am hoping for a decently chapter amount for this story, but it won't be as long chapter wise as The Raven and the Lion, simple heads up. Enjoy!
Pile on as much hate as you want, you're just jealous that I'm successful and all you'll be doing is riding my coattails.
Ness Myers hates the weekends. It is a feeling of dread whenever the clocks roll over to 12:01 A.M on Saturday morning while he lays awake staring at the ceiling. Despicable and nasty, it curdles inside his stomach as he vomits over the toilet in the bathroom only four steps from the head of his bed. Weekends means there is no work, no time to spend away clattering at keyboards and getting paid, he is forced to sit at home and be a good little bitch dog. That's what the weekend means for him.
On the surface, the man is a workaholic. Needs it with him everywhere he goes, something to do so he isn't killing time. Now, Ness does hate clattering away at keyboards, he is no secretary, he is no receptionist or accountant. Simply a man who requires his time spent having something to occupy it with, not sitting around and waiting for the world to end like some people. For Ness Myers, work is the long lost love to all of his problems. Have a life threatening injury? Work it away, bury your nose into a salary of meager money, shake customer's hands while currently your health saps away behind the counter... a perfect circle.
His job would make you believe that he'd rather spend his time at a desk, but Ness Myers is content with being a service to others. He works in the main area of the city, close to Times Square where he sees the throngs of tourists and workers... at a Men's Warehouse. The place where you get suits, jackets... a gentleman's wedding 101 lifeline, practically. Every day for five days a week, from nine to five, he'll stand in the back changing rooms and show men to their luxurious bath of velvet and cotton and fur. Or lick his lips at a tantalizing woman who walks in looking for something for her husband with breasts that poke out from her scantily made dress where she is legitimately rubbing them on the doors that lead to the outside since the 'ladies' are so large they cannot fit.
Since Ness Myers hates the weekends so much, since he dislikes having nothing to do, he found a man's best friend. No, not a dog. No, not baseball or beer. Sex. The type of lifestyle that is so frowned down upon is on the same level of taboo as marriage and divorce. Thank god he has no children. He found it to be a great opportunity at showing the world how many zero fucks you could give. What he'd do all day, when helping a customer, was analyze them. How good would they look undressed? With his name leeching off their lips in a rippling ecstasy, so sickening he often tried shutting that out of his mind. Male or female it didn't matter. He'd find one person to screw with on Saturday, one person to fuck on Sunday because fuck going to church, right?
It occupied him. Now, there were times in his life where he would skip having a good time with his customers, all men had a limit, all men had to have some downtime in their wild side. So he stilled it, quietly down with presents and treats. Want to skip this weekend? Sure. Next week, find some dumb ass college boy and screw him as hard as you want to, you earned it because you held your bearings together and went a whole week without masturbating or sticking it an orifice... good for you.
However, Ness Myers understood, though it puzzled him, not everyone wanted that type of life. He needed restraint. During the week, you would pass by the man and not think two other things about him other than he looked good and was heading to work. Ness liked that deception, because deep down he had his eyes trained on the next victim, the next person to ruin with his lustful urges.
One weekend, Ness found himself at one of the multiple Broadway theaters. He despised theater, so what was such an uppity man as himself doing in a place he hated (that question still went unanswered, actually... even three days later, it didn't resurrect and make sense after all that time)? Saw Hairspray, ordered a glass of wine that was way too expensive for the shit fest taking place on the stage in front of him, and sat down next to complete strangers. A woman he didn't care for on his left, and a gentleman on the right. This person to his right seemed to be downright convulsing at every little step that happened in front of his eyes. Ness would happen to glance over, see the guy downright looking sick to his stomach, and one time it sure did happen.
Ness had just bought these wonderful shoes, though he could not remember the company. Took quite a decent piece out of pocket, fancy, fancy fucking dress shoes that shone more than the lights adorning the theater's roof. And, BAM, the guy next to him vomits all over them. A stream of murky yellow, calcite orange, and a stench far fowler than some of the worst smells on Earth. Ness's eye inexplicitly twitched, but he couldn't bring it upon himself to say anything.
There was a dryness in the air, a heavy and thick feeling of dread, all the onlookers concerned for what the next reaction would be. Ness stared, he simply stared at the gorgeous gentleman in front of him, with the blonde hair thrown back revealing cooling and stunning diamond eyes that he wanted to claim for his own. He found someone knew for his fuck list.
They chatted out in the lobby, noticing that nearly everyone that had been sitting in the theater skittered around the duo as if they were radioactive, which was the least of their problems. What would be more scary than that, because trust me there were worst things, was did anyone else fall on Ness Myers's list to have sex with like the gregariously handsome young man who heaved their lunch on the most expensive piece of dress in his wardrobe. All Ness had time for was to exchange each other's names because he still hadn't washed the man's vomit off of his shoes and it was starting to smell.
Ness kept his dress shoes in a closet with the ripe smell of throw up, he hadn't cleaned them. Should he run into the elusive blonde superbly tagged by the name of Lucas (like a rich name of Chardon, perhaps, one of silk curtains and velvet pillows, such a cute name, where he could wrap his lips around it like a bowtie) and the man who fit coats and suits for people walks into his workplace mouthing the name of the blonde as he passes the threshold of stone into carpet.
"Good morning, Ness!" a suited official behind one of the counters on the wall calls, waving.
He nods to his boss, Ryu Nietch, an Asian immigrant who came to America in the 80's, now in his raging thirties. Openly seeking relationships. Hot in his tight black chauffer suit, emblazoned white cuffs, halcyon buttons, and his infamous trademark from home, a cardinal headband wrapped around his forehead... looks silly if anyone else wore something of the kind, but since it is Ryu no one gives two shits.
Ness leans over the counter to shake his hand, smiling all the while, eyes passing over in a quick glance. He had always wanted to screw his boss, but he knew that would be sorely unprofessional and everyone in his workplace was off limits, especially the big head honcho. The memory passes quickly, leaving a warm feeling in the raven haired man's heart. Came in the front doors soaking wet from the blasted fucking May rain, drenched from head to toe in a suit for an interview with Ryu himself, the boss in the flesh, scowling at all the water being spread around by Ness's movements. Few sentences back and forth, and then the sex man of the weekends landed himself a day job, five days a week, enough money to live well off and then some. (Ness thinks he got higher pay than the usual minimum wage because Ryu likes how he looks bending over in his dress pants and shoes, with a rotund behind, and his small blush). "Keep dreaming, Ryu." Ness thinks smartly.
"You say hello to him first, other than your sister? What is up with that?" a cry breaks from behind Ness, sly and sharp.
The dark haired male winks at Ryu, turning on his heel. "Sis!" he opens his arms out wide and envelops the woman standing behind him with a hug.
Corrin Essler, a Harvard law beauty who, while working on securing the right to be a prestigious asshole, matches the kind greeting. She is not actually his sister, they look too dramatically different, but for how many hours they share at work discussing sex stories and going out for drinks, movies, bowling, or the times they've crashed at each other's houses, they practically have a sibling like relationship. Her snowstorm hair is in fishtail braids today, usually she wears it up in a ponytail (but fuck it Corrin Essler wanted to be fancy, so fancy it is). Her emerald eyes pierce Ness's darker onyx ones, but there is a glean of happiness behind them.
"So, I'm told that you had your shoes vomited on by some blonde at the latest showing of Hairspray." Corrin says simply, going behind the counter to unlock the cash register.
Ness blushes slightly, a scalding pink tint brightening his corpse white complexion. He scratches the back of his neck playfully. "Yes... that did indeed happen. All over my new shoes too, the company bonus I got."
Ryu scowls. "I begged to get you that bonus and you're telling me that some uneducated sap puked all over them?"
"I am indeed doing so."
"You kill me."
"I'm practically his sister," Corrin says pointedly. "How do you think I feel?"
"Is he going to be your new toy?" Ryu asks harmlessly, though there is much history behind that very word. Chills slide down Ness's back, like coiled tubes of shock spiraling through his synapses and waking up an army of the dead.
"Nothing is set in stone, actually," he shrugs his shoulders, complacent. "Didn't trade numbers really, the vomit stunk up the whole theater and we were getting glares and ogling eyes. I know his name, and it is playing over and over again."
"What is it, then? Spit it out!"
"Lucas." Ness smiles once more, and the voice bounces off his mind walls.
Corrin leans over the counter, making sure her children at chest level didn't come popping out, usually the uniform dress hugged her sides too tightly. "You're telling me that there is this cute, cute ass guy who puked all over your expensive outfit and you didn't even get a phone number? I thought you wanted to fuck him!"
Ryu winces, grimacing. "Corrin, language."
Ness rolls his eyes. "There is no one in the store," he remarks slyly. "We haven't even opened yet," Then, to his 'sister', "I don't know. Perhaps. I have to find him first, then get his number. Good lord, when have you two become so involved in my sexual life."
"Oh... I don't know..." the boss of the store draws out his syllables, going to lay against the counter alongside Corrin. "The moment you hit on me and asked if you could use my headband as a gag. Because we all know what monster lies inside you for the weekends."
Corrin adds to the pressure. "Since we've practically kin and have told me about all the other idiotic women and cute guys you've screwed. Why is this one so different?"
"There may not be answer in the book for it."
"Is that so?" A piqued eyebrow raises itself by the silverette.
"Yes."
Ryu claps his hands together. "Well, your life is definitely so upmost interesting, and you can tell me all about it during your lunch break because we do open in five minutes. Go check the dressing rooms real quick, maybe some trash left behind from yesterday. Our customers do not want to know about the lustful energy you've got down in your pants as they enter the store... otherwise you won't get paid!"
The two workers roll their eyes. "Will do." they say in synchronization. Though Ryu had his own interests, many were passing, and when time came to show, he turned their little coat and jacket store into a squeaky tight clean ship without blemish, bruise, stain, or speckle. The so-called 'lunch break' were where things got purely interesting.
Ness nods to Corrin, who began to dig under the shelves beneath the register, while Ryu positioned himself at the door to greet those who entered. The raven haired male brushes into the back of the store, dips his had into the dressing rooms rather quickly. Nothing of note, a lipstick smear on one of the mirrors, a white liquid stain marking the floor which may or may not have been his... seemed good!
In his head, the name of the cheeky cute blonde flickers by. "Just might by a passing interest, who knows if I really do care for him. Not like I'll see him again in the world of New York City, a big place where many big people want to go... like looking for a needle in a haystack."
However... perhaps Ness should not have spoken, or in his true case, thought too soon.
He maneuvers around to the front of the store, and freezes.
The very first, first fucking customer of the day (like, really life, you want to play that game?), is a blonde who looks familiar, so vaguely familiar Ness cannot recall if he did indeed stick his little guy in their hole or not till their eyes meet. Diamond eyes clash with darker onyx ones, and a smile almost encapsulates Ness's face, but that'd be too creepy for a second encounter. The stench of vomit seems to refill his thoughts, and all he can smell, feel, or see is that wretched puke, but what he truly sees is the face of a particular individual named Lucas Indigo.
Motherfucker.
"You've got to be kidding me." Ness thinks.
And that is the chapter, you all! So yes, we do indeed have our four main characters... Lucas, Ness, Ryu, and Corrin (F). There are more characters that we'll get introduced to, not quite the small cast of Raven and the Lion, but not as large as say... Pluto Vacation. Anywho... little question of the day type thing... who is worse? Our one and only Lucas Indigo or the charming Ness Myers? Who wants to bet that they'll bang (goodness I am trying not to be so dirty, but that is the nature of this story I suppose). Two chapters in, we've got our present day greeting, but there is more, much more that I'm so excited to barely keep it in.
I wanted to make a quick shout out to a guy named TaroStrike, he recently reviewed this piece, and I recommend you go and read his writing, if you can handle it. I mean, if you're reading this, you'll handle his pieces too. He's writing a rather lengthy story called Plan B: Ballad of Swords or somesuch like that and my oh my is it a damn engrossing piece. Not only does it have Lucas and Ness, but Mega Man and Pit! A fantastic fantasy piece where action is done right, the characters are great and he's only like eight chapters in! Go check him out, you won't regret it.
That'll be all for this update. As most of you know with my current situation, I do not have a gauge of when a new update for this will come out, but I hope it isn't too long, but it won't be immediate either (this took me like four days to actually, when it often only takes two hours max), but I am trying to get out an Icarus Chronicle update out shortly too, but who knows. Thanks so much for reading, and leave a review if you liked it. Have an amazing day! Love you all! Bye!
~ Paradigm