A/N: ugh. I can update on time, just not the right file. Sorry for the confusion. ^^;
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From behind the door, Teru heard some sort of music and clicking. There seemed to be cameras everywhere the man went, and it made him feel slightly uneasy. Reaching up a hand to rap on the door, he half expected it to open. His hand hit the maple and it suprised him. Repeating the process, he heard "come in, sit down Mello, be with you in a sec." Teru flushed as he began to answer back through the door.
"Mikami Teru, the lawyer you ordered." He didn't like the word choice for it made him feel like an object, but it was the truth.
"Oh. Come in Mikami-san," the door said.
Teru turned the door knob and walked in. There were clothes all over the floor, the bed was unmade, and lots of video game posters were all over the wall. In the middle of the room was a set of three TVs all displayed a little man running around. A Nintendo 64 sat beneath the screens. Playing the game was a boy about seventeen, his hair was brunette with a slight green tint to it. He was wearing goggles on his eyes, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips.
"It's Mario, sit on the bed, almost at a save point."
Teru did as he was told, brushing crumbs off the bed before he sat down on the striped sheets. He tried to focus on one of the screens, but his eyes kept falling back to Matt. Jumping slightly as one of the screens turned off, he turned his glances towards the floor.
"You play?" Matt gestured towards the xBox which sat under the chair he was sitting on.
Teru shook his head politely and regained his posture. "If you will, shall we discuss the matters somewhere else? This is a private matter, and there are cameras here."
At the mention of going outside, Matt's eyes glistened from behind the goggles. He stammered nervously, "o-outside? I'll just..turn them off." He slid across the floor on his chair over to a table, and flipped open his laptop.
Glancing down, Teru realized that the chair had wheels. Where they always there? He was quite amazed by the swiftness the younger man had with all the junk on the floor. He tapped furiously at a keyboard while another hand grabbed for another cigarette. Smoke went towards Teru and it caused him to cough a bit; Matt didn't flinch. Suddenly the cameras shut their lenses in unison. Shortly after, the red lights turned off and a hum came from the computer.
Just as swiftly, Matt slid back before the suprised lawyer and smiled.
"Specialty," a drag from the cigarette, "smoke?"
"No, but I have a flight in three hours, I would like to get down to business." He shook the blush off that was for some reason forming on his face, and flipped open his briefcase. Inside were stack of paper secured in clear folders, pens, a calculator, and what seemed to be a spare pair of glasses. Digging through the folders, Teru pulled out one with the label Matt on it. Flipping it open, he stifled a laugh.
"So, you're suing a game console company because you broke your controller from throwing it , and they wouldn't give you a replacement? You said the warranty is for," he turned the page, "broken controllers for a year? Why did they refuse?"
"The damned bastards said that me throwing it didn't count as a valid excuse! I broke it, it shouldn't matter how, and I want a replacement!"
"O...kay, and did the warranty specif--"
"No! I did it before!" Matt thrust his hand towards a trash can full of broken controllers, which again, Teru wondered when that got there.
"You seem to break them a lot."
A knock on the door.
"Matt, you have a package down here for you!"
Both Matt and Teru's eyes widened from the voice of the girl which connected to the name Linda.
"Matt, it's a new controller, open up!" The door knob jiggled, but for some reason was locked. Teru's eyes glanced at Matt to see his face portraying horror.
"What are you talking 'bout Linda, go away." To make his statement clear, he threw an empty bottle of Pepsi at the door which made a loud noise.
"I'll just give it to Near." Footsteps echoed down the hall and continued on down the stairs.
Suddenly realizing that he wasn't really needed, Teru straighted his tie and stood up frustrated. Trying to keep calm he muttered, "I'm not required here, sorry for the mix-up." Why would this boy hire a lawyer, all the way from Japan, for a faulty case? It didn't make any sense. Why make someone go that far for a joke?
"Mikami-sempai, wait!" Matt practically flew out of the chair and grabbed ahold of the older man's briefcase. Stupid Linda, always messing things up. He couldn't let him go, he had to know why. Teru's hold on the suitcase slipped, and then Matt let go as well. It crashed to the floor making a loud noise.
When it fell, Teru reached for it, but at the same time, so did Matt. Both of them fell backwards onto the bed. Instinctively, Teru reached his arms out behind him to stop his fall, but as he did, he elbowed Matt in the face. From being hit, Matt flung up his arms to protect himself, but ended up catching Teru around the waist.
Both of them laid there, not saying a word for what seemed like forever. Matt was the first one to act. Letting go of the tight grip he had around the lawyer, he slipped a hand into his pocket and began to fidget for a cigarette. He put one in his mouth as Teru stood up quickly with the same red blush on his face. Fumbling with the lighter, Matt cursed and whined about his loss of hand-eye coordination.
Teru looked down at the boy noticing that he seemed to be flushed as well. What was this feeling? Even in front of court, Teru never felt nervous, his face never turned red, his heart never raced. He snatched the lighter from Matt's hand, irritated by the clicking, and lit it for him. It earned a shy smile of thanks.
Stepping over game cases and clothes, Teru walked towards the door. Pausing as he went to turn the door handle, he reached down for his briefcase. He opened it and grabbed a blank note card then began to scribble something on it. He placed it down on the table, a series of numbers facing upwards.
Before shutting the door, Teru spoke softly.
"I lied, I'll be in town for a few weeks. Call me if you break anymore controllers."
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A/N: buu. Same as last time. 3
