FINALLY!!! TEZUKA!!!!

Hmmm I'm thinking that there's too much information in this chapter and too many holes. Ugh, ConCrit is VERY much appreciated nya! Thank you!! Thank Tina again!


He would pay for this. That annoying, silver haired, idiot now took the top spot on my list. As soon as he had ended that phone call, he had left the room and got dressed, leaving me inside the front room utterly confounded.

He could have at least had the decency to give me back my note pad and explain what he meant by 'not helping me'.

But no.... after a morning of him disappearing into the company's building for many hours, dragging me around boring meetings I didn't even know why I was part of, considering I couldn't input much and I was no longer of profit to them. He then put me in a cab and sent me off to an address I never quite caught when he told the cabby.

I soon caught on though, once I recognized a few turnings and then realized just where, of all places, I was being taken to.

It wasn't as if I had forgotten about my lunch time interview with this Tezuka-san.... I just didn't expect to be left to my own devices....

It's not that I can't cope by myself; I can do damn fine on my own without someone to speak for me. It was just.... Getting a new home was like, in fact it more or less was, a business agreement. Those things needed to be handled carefully.

If I wanted to get a good record deal, then my manager and producer would need to set up arrangements, make deals and compromises. They need to know I was capable and nonexpendable for the agreement....

Saa, but that won't be an issue any more... I am expendable. They'll drop me as soon as they get the chance, once they find their loopholes, or my period runs out... A singer who can't sing is useless in this industry....

But even so, when searching for a new home, the estate agents, or in this case, tenants, would most likely want their buyers to be capable of taking care of the place, keeping up with the rent, being able to afford the place and not be a liability.

I wasn't too sure how they'd view a mute. I wouldn't be much good if the house caught fire, or if I needed to call a repairman. Then again, as long as they got their sale, were they really that bothered?

But in this case, it wasn't an estate agent I was going to see. I was going to see a guy, who's name I only knew, who had lived in that apartment for some time.... I doubt I'd be wrong in assuming he was pretty attached to his home.

I groaned silently, leaning on the cabs glass window, before, with a sudden feeling of sickness, I realized we had stopped. No, we had parked outside an apartment complex.

"Glad to see you're awake," the cabby remarked, looking completely bored. "Here's your stop. Your friend already paid the fare."

I nodded numbly and clicked open the lock, swinging my legs out so I could get out and stand up somewhat casually. Which was a lot to say compared to my mind's inner actions. I found myself repeating a continuous mantra as I bowed to the driver, then turned and walked towards the three story flats.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I kept repeating the wish to own part of that place; that ideal living arrangement.

All thoughts stopped as I came to the door and realized with an annoying jolt; there was an intercom.

Now what....?

If I press the button, I can't exactly ask for a Tezuka Kunimitsu. If, by some chance, I choose the right door number to press, I can't say who I am.

So my dilemma was a simple one; how the heck do I get inside?

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair and looked around, noticing the cab had left, leaving me completely alone.

I could have texted that annoying Saeki, but the chances of him replying were slim. He was most certainly in a meeting and was probably enjoying the thought of my situation.

I smiled darkly and started to search for my most sadistic idea yet for my dear, beloved, friend. Unfortunately my thoughts were disrupted as a loud, rather obnoxious, voice broke through.

It was coming from someone inside the building and as I looked through the slim window, I saw the most flamboyant, over the top diva walking towards the door, complaining loudly into an ear piece. He caught my eyes as he reached to open the door.

I stepped back with a jolt as the heavy door swung open, expertly avoiding having my nose taken off. The man stopped and stared down at me with a smirk.

"Can I help you?" He asked haughtily, his tone accusing.

Really, this person sounded too stuck up for my tastes and that shirt; that horrible shade of purple was making my eyes hurt.

But seeing as the male just snorted indignantly and was about to walk off, I quickly stopped him by walking a step in front, effectively blocking his path.

"What do you want kid?" He frowned, looking down his nose at me. "You were staring at me as I walked to the door, so spit it out already, I'm a busy man."

Man...You look around the same age as me. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I scrawled down a note on the pad that seemed to have become part of me.

I need to get inside the building.

"You don't live here?" He smirked. "Well then. Why on Earth would I let a strange child like you in to there?"

I ignored the child comment. I'm here to see somebody called Tezuka Kunimitsu-san.

"Hm. Very well then," he sighed, pulling out the ear piece I had seen him talking into not two minutes ago. "Ore-sama shall let you, strange child-san, into the building. Kami knows that man could use some disruption to his work life."

In all honesty, I had no idea what this person was talking about...and he called me strange.

My patience was wearing out, ever so slightly, with this dramatic male, but I endured his random musings once I saw him press the intercom.

A voice crackled over the speakers, barely distinguishable at all through the damage to them. They seemed pretty old and un-maintained.

"No, Ore-sama did not forget anything," the silver haired boy sounded offended as he spoke back. "Open the door Tezuka. I will only wait so long."

With what sounded like a sigh on the other end, a buzzer went off and the door clicked open and....wait, did he say Tezuka?

"There, ore-sama has granted you entrance," the diva spoke. "…but before I let you in; Just why are you here?"

Without a reaction, I just scribbled away in my book and turned it around. For a housing interview, I replied.

"Hm, omoshiroi," he hummed, before opening the door wider and walking off without so much of a goodbye.

I grabbed the door before it could close again and walked in, looking backwards to catch a black limo drive down the road. What was a rich snob like that doing here?

I didn't think too much of it and made my way to the stairs, thinking it'd be quicker to just walk than wait for the lift.

I was told he lived in number eleven, which I found two floors up and several flights of stairs later. Maybe waiting for the lift wouldn't have been so bad after all.

I stood in front of a yellowish door, discolored by time and the housing council's obvious display of disinterest, catching my breath slowly. It still hurt my throat to do some things, and gasping for air didn't exactly help.

Finally composed, I knocked on the door and waited, hearing a few noises from inside and then the turning of the handle. I felt the tiniest pang of nervousness pass through me, but dismissed it when the door finally opened.

Standing there in the doorway stood a tall brunette. His face was well shaped, handsome so, and his hazel eyes were framed with glasses.

He looked down at me with an almost raised eyebrow that more or less wondered who I was. I guess he had been expecting that purple person.

"Can I help you...?" He spoke up, stirring me from my thoughts with a deep voice I recognized straight away.

I opened my mouth to reply and nearly hit myself when I realized what I was doing. Quickly I handed him a note I had wrote earlier before I had been shoved, unceremoniously, in that cab.

He opened it and read it briefly. It had only two things wrote on it; my name and why I was here.

"Fuji-san, come in," the brunette spoke, opening the door wider. "My name is Tezuka Kunimitsu."

I bowed in response and took my shoes off as he walked further into the, rather large, apartment.

"Please, take a seat in the living room," Tezuka spoke politely. "Would you like a drink?"

He turned to look at me, waiting for my response. I shook my head, no, smiling at the gesture and made my way to the other room.

The living room was spacious, with a coffee table situated between two sofas; one smaller than the other, while a small TV stood on a stand to the side. The view from the window was beautiful, overlooking a children's playground outside, with the city just lining the background.

I almost didn't notice when the taller male returned, taking a seat opposite from me. He coughed lightly and placed a folder down on the coffee table.

"You're friend sent these through to me earlier," he spoke, referring to the manila folder. "They contain basic information that the housing council want. Other than that, I have a few questions of my own."

Go a head, I wrote. I grinned inwardly at his never changing expression to my writing everything. Can I take a look?

I nodded at the folder and he passed it over to me, allowing me to read through as he watched me, somewhat carefully.

The files said exactly what he had told me. My name, age and other basic information, as well as some housing 'experience' that I'd had. I placed it back on the table and sat up straight waiting for him to begin.

"Why did you choose this area?" Tezuka asked, straight off the bat.

Because of the location and the access to work, people. It seems like a nice area. I replied, also not missing a beat.

"Do you own any pets, or frequently have guests?"

Iie, and no, not very often at all.

"Have you shared your living arrangements before," his next question was. "…With the exception of family that is."

Not on a permanent basis, no. I am currently staying with a friend until I can find living arrangements.

"I see." He nodded, writing some stuff down that I couldn't quite see. "When are you looking to move into a place?"

As soon as I possibly can. I can't expect to impose too long on my friend.

"Fuji-san, I'd like to ask you if you're currently employed, in regards to rent here," Tezuka asked, looking more like he was asking questions in court rather than, what seemed to me, such a casual interview... And this was only the first question.

Smiling amusedly, I nodded and bit my pen, thinking of a....nicer way to put my answer.

I am under employment, but currently, I am on leave.

I watched as Tezuka wrote down his own notes. He'd probably review all this stuff later on. He looked up and nodded. "Bare no offence to this but, do you smoke drink, or take anything?"

Iie, it's a filthy habit. If you're referring to drugs and such, I can tell you the only thing I'm taking has been prescribed by my doctor under strict medical reasons. So drinking would also be a no with regards to that.

Hazel orbs scanned my careful handwriting without so much of a change in expression. Really, was this guy a rock? I'd been with him for less than ten minutes and most people I knew had more reactions in one.

Which reminded me, what was it that purple person said? Ice block was it?

There was a person downstairs who let me into the building. He was quite... Flashy? 'Ore-sama' he kept calling himself.

I turned the pad around, wondering just who the strange make was before I let Tezuka carry on.

"Atobe," Tezuka replied. "He's an old acquaintance."

I see... Tilting my head slightly, I saw that the brunette, for a split second, gave a wry smile. So he could move his face after all.

"Final question; what can you tell me that I'd need to know about yourself?" Tezuka asked, rather vaguely in my opinion. He sat back and waited patiently as I just stared, wondering what the hell I should say...write.

With my own strained smile, I picked up the pen.

I'm quiet, can cook, and have a good sense of humor. You'll never hear a word out of me, so you can't complain.

"Why do you want to live here Fuji-san?"

I looked up and out to the window. Because it's exactly what I am looking for.

"That's all the questions I have Fuji-san," Tezuka spoke, placing his notes on the table and sitting backwards. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Hai, I'd like to ask about the landlord, or lady. What's the owner like?

"She's a fairly old woman," Tezuka replied, seeming to choose his words carefully. "She's patient, but won't tolerate tenants who are constantly late with rent."

I see, I chuckled silently. What about neighbors?

"They keep to themselves mainly," he explained. "They rarely cause a bother."

How often does the rent have to be paid?

"Once a month, the first month in advance," Tezuka answered. "The landlady won't mind a few late payments as long as it's reasonable."

Saa, then will you stop adding the honorific to my name? It's making me feel old Tezuka-san.

He stared at me with what I could guess as bewilderment. I smirked.

I think that's all then.

"Then, thank you for coming Fuji-s... Fuji," Tezuka answered, standing up. "I'll get in contact with you should anything come up."

I stood up myself and bowed in response to him, thanking him for his time.

He led me back to the front door and I left with a nod and a prayer to Kami-sama that I would get this place.

The interview had been short, the questions relatively simple. I figured that, because I had never done this before, it would have been longer or more complicated.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, ne? What an intriguing person. But he seemed kind enough. I found it slightly odd though... He hadn't asked one question about my not speaking, or anything relatively personal. I would have thought that would be important, especially if there was the possibility of the living with that person in the future.