Disclaimer: I see everyone else has one of these so here it goes. I do not own any characters from Escaflowne, Cowboy Bebop, or Vagrant Story
Chapter 1
Just as the fly was pondering how it would get in the building a strange light appeared 20 feet away.
The fly just stared, thinking that was so cool. "Beam me up Scottie."
The light was like a tubular nimbus of small blue lights. When the color dissipated a thin man with shoulder length blonde hair was seen. The man headed toward the building with a walk that was full of determination and grace. He had the right idea with the apparel he wore considering how hot it was. He was topless and had on low riding black pants.
"Wait a second those pants are leather and it must be 100 degrees out here!" Phillip thought.
Even more alarming than the fabric of his pants was the fact his arms were metallic and ended with frightfully clawed hands. He reached the door and swung it open.
As the blonde man entered the building so did the fly. Who ever owned the establishment had a fondness for the color blue. The carpeting on the floor was a cornflower blue. The walls were painted a flat white color and had many pictures and posters of images like the sea and landscapes where the sky went on endlessly. The chairs were made of oak and had plush blue leather cushions. The blue-faced wall clock read 12:00. The reception desk in the middle of the room was a beautiful oak semi circle that was decked with the typical things a computer, printer/fax machine. Sitting in a large midnight blue office chair was an overweight man with balding hair and a ponytail, bulging green eyes, and tomato red complexion. On the pocket of his short-sleeved white dress shirt was a nametag that said 'Tommy'. He was sweating profusely and mopping his brow with a handkerchief.
The blonde man approached the desk and smiled at him amiably. The receptionist did not reciprocate in fact he looked at the blonde man with undisguised disdain. The blonde man was unfazed; in fact, his smile became larger.
"Good afternoon sir. I have a 12:30 appointment," the blonde man said, "My name is-"
He was interrupted by the receptionist.
"What do you think this establishment is?" barked the receptionist. "A strip club? You are not properly attired."
The thin man was nonplussed. The receptionist continued and his voice steadily got louder and more insulting.
"You obviously can't read because the sign on the door clearly says that you will not receive any service in your state." Tommy sneered.
Now the blonde man's confusion was wearing off and turning into anger. He looked on the door and saw a small sign the size of a 5 X 7 index card that said:
NO SHOES
NO SHIRT
NO SERVICE
"Oh great," the man thought. "This idiot sitting behind his desk wants to feel so important. I could easily cloud his mind and make him think that I'm wearing a shirt, but he put me in a bad mood so I'm going to-. Now let me go outside and get some fresh air before I cast a Banish spell on this peon."
The blonde calmly walked back to the door and exited. Someone watching him would not know that he had murderous thoughts in his mind. The fly was curious about what the thin man would do.
"Man I would not let that fat dude punk me out like that," thought the fly, "I rather deal with the hot air out side than the hot air Tommy is blowing out of his as-."
The fly was not able to complete its train of thought because the blond man started to laugh. It was a musical sound with a dash of something sinister.
"I'm not even going to use magic on the grandstanding dolt. I'm going to use good old-fashioned wit because it is obvious that old Tommy boy is lacking in that department." The blonde man said with glee.
He clapped his metal hands and chuckled softly. He proceeded to the door again. He glanced at the small sign again. "No one speaks to Sydney Losstarot like that and escapes unscathed," he thought, "especially when I tried to be nice in the first place."