What Are You Waiting For
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Last time on What Are You Waiting For: Mitsuru's face was more-then-priceless. He was obviously not used to having his insults being taken as compliments (although I hadn't really taken it as a compliment). He had then blinked a few times, shook his head, stared at me for a minute, than asked, "What the hell are you anyways?"
And that's where the story begins.
A/N: Dear merciful God in heaven, damn me to hell for the horrible chapter that I posted. I re-read it after posting it and nearly fainted at how terrible, rushed, and grammatically incorrect it was. So, here's chapter one version 2.0 (and I changed it back to Rozalia's POV)
Chapter 1: Saint Valentine
"What the hell are you anyways?"
Now here's the hard part. I don't even know exactly what I am, so it's going to be awfully difficult to try and explain to him when I'm still wondering the same exact thing.
"I guess you could call me your guardian angel, though I'm no angel and I'm not here to protect you." Yeah, Mitsuru needs protecting and I can fly. Wait…I can fly. Scratch that. Mitsuru needs protecting and I'm the queen of England. Though it'd be totally awesome if I was.
"That still doesn't answer my question," he said as he continued cleaning the dishes.
I wanted to yell at him, "That's because the answer to your flippin' question is too complicated to explain!" but fought back to urge to do so. Instead I responded with, "Well at Soul Mates Incorporated, they call us cupids so that's technically what I am since I was sent here to get you and Mahiru together." There. I killed two birds with one stone (poor birdies). I told him what I was (sort of) and told him why I was there.
The sounds of a plate shattering echoed through the almost empty room. I glanced down to find pieces of ceramic scattered across the bar floor. I looked back up at Mitsuru and saw something surprising. His eyes were as wide as the plate he had just broken, the side of his mouth was twitching, and his hands were shaking ever-so-slightly. Mitsuru was shocked (and/or) nervous. And that never happens; at least, according to his file it doesn't.
Someone emerged from the other room and Mitsuru automatically went into pissed-off-mode. "Everything okay Mitsuru?" the blonde boy asked.
"Yeah, plate just…slipped." He added a scowl to keep up his façade. The blonde simply shrug and left the room.
Mitsuru turned back to me, eyes full of questions. I merely smirked. "Slipped, huh? Maybe you should dry those plates a bit better."
He glared at me before going back to his chore. He seemed to be ignoring me, and of course, having the annoying and persistent personality that I have, I couldn't stand for that. So I flew outside, grabbed a handful of mud, flew back in and tossed it at the stack of sparkling dishes. Oh yeah, I am so evil!
"What the hell was that for! Do you have problems or something!" he yelled at me. His face was slowly turning red with anger, but I ignored it seeing as how he couldn't kill me since, well, I'm already dead.
"You shouldn't ignore people Mitsuru. Especially me. Bad things happen when you ignore me."
He snorted as he began to re-clean the newly dirtied plates. "What're you gonna do to me? It's not like you're God or something."
"No, but I do know the guy. You'd like Him; He's got a great personality."
Mitsuru froze on spot once again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Oh well. Anyways, he turned to me with an eyebrow quirked. "God?" he simply asked.
"Yes."
"As in…God?"
"Yes."
"Tower of Babel, Burning Bush, Ten Commandments…God?"
"Yes."
Okay, I'm really getting tired of this game. Seriously, how hard is it to believe that a cupid sent from Heaven to get two people together because they were way off schedule knew God? I guess if I look at it from his perspective, I wouldn't have acted any differently. But I'm not Mitsuru and I'm impatient and frankly, I don't give a damn.
His face was completely blank when he said, "I don't believe you."
Great. Now I have to try and convince him that me, God, and this whole thing is real. Just great.
I hate my job.
"You will in time, my dear Mitsuru." I held back a laugh when I heard him grunt in disgust. "But we don't have that kind of time so come on!" I grabbed onto his shirt sleeve and yanked as hard as I could. He dropped yet another plate in the process but I was still able to drag him to the stairs until he managed to free himself.
"What the hell are you doing? You made me break another plate!" He was about to go stalking off to the kitchen but I grabbed a hold of his shirt yet again.
"Oh no you don't! You're coming with me Mitsuru Suou!"
"Why, might I ask?"
I sighed. This was becoming extremely frustrating. "Because I highly doubt that you'd want to have this conversation in the bar where anyone can just waltz right in and listen! Plus, it'd be kinda odd if someone saw you talking to thin air."
Mitsuru blinked a few times before saying, "Huh?"
"In case you haven't notice, tengu boy, you're the only one that can see and hear me! Well, one of the two." He still looked utterly confused and once again, I sighed. "You know when that blonde dude came in after you broke the first plate?" He nodded in confirmation. "Well, did it ever occur to you that he didn't acknowledge my presence at all?" He just stood there. I had finally lost my patience and yelled, "YOU AND MAHIRU ARE THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD THAT CAN SEE AND HEAR ME!"
I panted for a few seconds before looking at Mitsuru's reaction. He still just stood there. I swear, I'm gonna strangle this kid before I complete this assignment.
He finally made a move and began walking up the stairs to what I assumed was he room.
My assumptions were verified upon enter a very small and very dark room.
Where's a flashlight when ya need one?
I should also recommend a new interior designer for Mitsuru. His room oozed doom-and-gloom.
And maybe even feng shui his furniture too. The chi in the whole area was just, uh! I don't even want to think about it.
I'm done now.
"So why don't we start out this explanation to why I'm here," I began once Mitsuru had situated himself on his bed.
"I'd prefer to know what you are first. Then move onto the why." He smirked when I glared at him. Oh, I hate this kid!
"Fine your highness," I said through gritted teeth as I mocked a bow. "To begin with, I'm dead. Been dead for exactly ten years and three days. Now - "
"How'd you die?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. I absolutely despise being interrupted. "Car accident. Some punk kid was high on coke and didn't see me crossing the street or the damned red light. As I was saying - "
"How old were you?"
My right eye was starting to twitch. "Twenty-six. But - "
"You hardly look it. In fact, you look like you're five-years-old."
Mitsuru had just secured his spot on my 'People-I-Must-Kill-Before-Going-To-Heaven' list. "I'm getting to that. I am twenty-six but I look like this because this is the 'official look' for all us cupids."
"What ever happened to the chubby cheeks and bow and arrows?"
"That's a stereotype and the version that humans thought of. We really don't look like that, as you can tell. Girls wear long white skirts and blouses while guys wear white polo shirts and pants. And we all have white dress shoes. All white as in purity. We look like little kids because it represents innocence. The definition of puppy love; pure and innocent."
I've decided to remove Mitsuru from my hit list since he didn't interrupt me throughout that entire explanation.
"That's…interesting…" Whoa. He said the exact same thing that my previous client said when I told him what I was. Freaky.
"Yeah, I get that a lot. So, is Mitsuru ready to move on to the reason why I'm here?"
He simply nodded. Good. I don't feel like listening to him anyway.
"So, why I'm here. It's kinda confusing so we'll start from the beginning. And no interruptions!" I made sure to give him my most evil glare at that part but didn't bother to look at his reaction. "When you die, you wake up in this small room with only a stool, an old-fashioned projector, and a screen. On it, you are shown every sin that you committed from the second you're born to the second you die (here's a heads up, bring popcorn; it's a very long movie). After that, if you committed any of the moral sins (you know, murder, adultery, all that crap), you're sent to this office-type building where you are given a decision; a) go to hell or b) repay your debt through a series of Good Samaritans."
"Good Samaritans?"
"It's a Bible reference. You know the story of the Good Samaritan? Well, Good Samaritans are like good deeds, if you want to get all corny and shit. Then you're assigned a job out of the three available ones. I have no idea what the other two are so don't bother asking."
"And you were assigned the job of…Cupid?"
"Sort of, but I'm not the official Cupid. Actually, there is no Cupid; that's just what we're called to keep everything simple. So, on with the story. After you're given a job, you are then given a certain amount of people you have to help before you're allowed into heaven. Now there's a different amount for each of the sins but the only one I know of is murder."
"Which is?"
"One-thousand people for every person you murdered."
Mitsuru literally fell off of his bed in shock and went rigid. After a minute, I got annoyed and kicked him in the head, making sure that I flew out of the way before he could slam me to the ground like earlier.
"Ow! What the hell was that for!" He clutched a hand to the newly formed bump on his head. Whoa, I don't know my own strength.
"I wasn't done with my story. Now hurry up and get comfortable so I can finish!" Mitsuru sat himself up against the bed and motioned for me to continue.
"Okay, where was I? Oh yeah! One-thousand people for every murdered person. Now - "
"Quick question."
I took a deep breath to calm myself and said, "What?"
"Who'd you murder?"
Easy answer. "My sister."
"Why?"
"My bastard of a husband was cheating on me with her."
"Why didn't you just kill your husband?"
Sigh. "Because as much as I wanted him dead, I couldn't be the one to do so. Love is complicated that way." Plus my sister was weaker, but I'll leave that part out. "Back to my story! So I got a thousand people. Every time a couple strays from their path to love, a cupid is assigned to redirect them. I got about a hundred per year and guess what? You and Mahiru are lucky number thousand!"
Mitsuru visibly twitched when I said that. Obviously he doesn't like hearing about him and Mahiru being together. But I don't give a shit; they're my last couple and I want this to be over with as quickly as possible.
After reading Mitsuru's file, I know my wish will not come true.
A/N: There. That's a hell lot better, if I do say so myself. If you couldn't picture how Rozalia looked, she kind of looks like Nyozeka from Alice 19th except she has black hair and brown eyes. So, anyways, please review for this new-and-improved chapter! Updates will be soon!
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