Chapter I: Flight of the Raven

Dys.: okay, so there are no confusions about this, whenever I'm writing a story with FD as any of the characters' name, I'll go by Dys. which is short for Dystopia. Got it?

Dartz: Perfect. Now…why don't you continue with the fic so that this atrocity can be over with!

Dys: Jesus, aren't you in a good mood!

"Christ, I am so bored," spoke a young black-haired girl, stretching her "o" in "so". She sprawled out onto her queen size bed and looked up briefly to see a few animals staring back at her. One was a total black, longhaired cat, which looked around thirteen human years and quite large around the abdomen. This cat stared at her with its emerald eyes, and the girl couldn't help but smile back. "I know, Shadow, I know. I've already sent out my resume to about fifteen different job openings. I'm sure someone would call soon."

The girl reached under her bed and pulled out a sketchpad. She flipped it open, and pulled the lavender lead pencil from the black spring along the upper spine. A thousand ideas ran a minute in her mind as she crossed her legs under her on the bed and began drawing upon a clear piece of beige paper. She brought her silver eyes over the top of the book only briefly for a couple of times, watching the animals on the floor watching her. One was a small kitten, about the size of her palm, sprawled out on the floor, the fur around its back resembling that of a Calico. Another was a black and white cat, smaller than the others, but bigger than Calico. This cat was mostly black with white boots, a white chest, and a white mouth. Another cat resembled the fur of a lynx, but it was much smaller than it was. Next to that one was another cat that was mostly white with a black right eye, large black spots along its back, and a black mouth. In the corner was a canine that resembled that of a corgi, but its legs were small, as well as its body. She couldn't help but snicker at how the dog took one look at the cats before whimpering. What a coward, but he was friendly dog. He'll lick a stranger on the street at first glance.

As the girl finished her picture, she scribbled her name at the bottom left corner of the page and smiled as she read her own initials. FD. That was right, and if anyone called her anything else, they would end up in hell in five seconds. At that moment, a light ring came from one corner of the room. She stood up and answered it.

"Hello? Mushi-mushi?" she answered.

"Hello. Is this Miss Rika Micamura?" came a deep, female voice from the other line.

"Yes, it is," the girl answered.

"Congratulations, Miss Micamura. You have been hired as an Art Professional at Paradias," the woman announced. FD smiled at this announcement, and would have done a dance around her room if it wasn't so crowded by animals.

"Excellent. So, what time do I have to go in tomorrow?" she asked pleasantly.

"Exactly around eight in the morning. Please, don't be late," the woman explained. "And because this will be your first day, I insist on you wearing something nice, casual, and appropriate."

"Alright. So, I'll be in tomorrow morning. Thank you," FD spoke as she hung up the phone. She smiled with excitement, picked up the kitten at her feet, and started twirling around the room, dodging scurrying animals and furniture. She embraced the kitten to her face, placing a kiss upon its forehead, then setting it down on the maroon carpet. She then lunged herself headfirst onto her bed, the canopy trembling slightly from her weight, but she smiled innocently. Then a thought struck her hard.

"What am I going to wear!" she cried as she leaped off the bed and dashed to her closet. She rummaged through the clothes hanging from either metal or plastic hangers, and kept pulling out blouses, skirts, shoes, and pants, and holding them up to her body. She would look in the mirror, and then throw them onto the bed surface. It took her about three hours to decide on an outfit.

"Good morning, Miss Micamura," pronounced an older woman with long red hair and green eyes staring through a pair of half-glasses. FD approached the main desk, her outfit of a black long-sleeve shirt with a ruffled collar and a black wool skirt with a pair of black boots. Her blouse had a moon embalmed on the chest, while her skirt had hand painted stars along the hem. She looked almost exactly like the night sky. The woman introduced herself as Kiniko Hanaki.

"Good morning, Miss Hanaki, and please, call me FD," the girl insisted. Kiniko gave her a confused look, but smiled sweetly.

"Very well. Now, listen, Miss FD-"

"Just FD, please."

"Alright, FD. Now, you have your very own office on the upper level besides our President's office. I'll give you the grand tour in just a moment. Right now, I'm waiting for the President's arrival," Kiniko said sweetly. She looked down at her desk at a brown clipboard and tapped at it with her navy pen. At that moment, the automatic doors to the building opened with a quiet swish, and in stepped a man. His hair was long and a robin's egg blue. He was dressed in an indigo suit with a maroon tie. He looked around the room with his eyes; his right eye was a rather light emerald, while his left was a light gold. He looked up to see Kiniko and FD standing beside the desk. FD stepped aside to allow the man access to the desk.

"Kiniko, has the new employee arrived yet?" he asked the woman. She nodded, and gestured toward FD.

"Her name is Rika Micamura. She's been hired as an Art Professional in this industry, Mr. Dartz," Kiniko pronounced, and then she smiled at FD. "This is our President, Mr. Dartz."

"Pleasure," he spoke to FD. She smiled shyly at him, and then noticed a small flicker in his eyes. Then he turned to Kiniko. "Have you shown her around, yet? Given her a tour? Show her where her office will be?"

"No, sir, I was awaiting for your arrival so I could introduce you two," Kiniko confessed, a light rose color surrounding her cheek bones as she looked up into Dartz's eyes.

"How very hospitable of you, Kiniko. Now, I have a meeting to attend to, so, if you don't mind…" he walked off after waving from them. Again, FD noticed that strange flicker in his eyes. It was light and faint, but enough of it made her feel strange. She turned to Kiniko, and then noticed Kiniko giggling.

"Aren't you full of surprises?" Kiniko asked teasingly.

"What?" FD asked.

"Never mind. Anyways, let's get on with the tour," Kiniko insisted, taking FD's arm and dragging her towards the elevator. At her side, FD's fist was clenched hard, trembling slightly. Kiniko showed her around the building.

When they finally reached the top level, Kiniko didn't accompany FD to her office, but instead gave her instructions on to it. When FD asked why she wasn't coming with, Kiniko shook her hand at the subject and pushed the girl through the elevator before she disappeared inside it. FD stared down the hall, thinking of how dull the walls were. She had to admit that she was hired for the right job. After all, this building needed some serious redecorating. The walls on all levels were the same color, a dull and boring white, as well as the ceilings. The doors were all the same color besides on the top level. On the top level, the door leading into offices were double with dark oak, while the other levels all had white concrete or clear glass doors. The only thing that seemed to catch attention was really the carpeting. Each floor had different carpeting. Some didn't even have carpet, but hard wood or tile.

FD walked carefully down the hall, paying careful attention to the numbers in bold gold beside the doors. Her office was number 190, and she had just passed 188. There was a doorway down the hall that really caught her attention, though. Rather large double oak doors stood tall along the walls, no gold numbers next to it, but instead a gold plate that said "Meeting Room." FD felt a strange feeling of curiousness arouse inside her, but she quickly overcame that as she continued down the hall to look for her office. She eventually found it, double oak doors, but the office was rather lovely.

It was an enormous room with three round crimson sofas, a large oak desk stood in a corner of the room, another door, this one rather pine than oak, stood on the opposite wall, while a matching table stretched between the sofas. The carpet was a rather violet, and the walls were colored as light, attractive beige. FD smiled as she looked around the room, taking in every inch of detail of it. The only thing she had brought with was her purse, in which she always carried make-up, a wallet with important identifications, and a sketchpad with her favorite indigo lead pencil. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the desk where a large, 21st century computer stood. A small note waited for her on the desk, and she picked it up and read it;

I hope you will be comfortable in your new office.

I expect a meeting with you later on the afternoon.

Sincerely Yours,

Dartz

FD smiled at this. Her own boss left her a note, even though this morning he acted as if he didn't recognize her. Perhaps he left it here for her on his way up. After all, his office was sure to be nearby hers. Smiling sweetly, she folded up the note and placed it in a drawer in the desk. Then an idea struck her and she immediately pulled out her sketchpad and lead pencil and took a seat in the maroon armchair behind the desk. She began drawing mindlessly over the sketchpad, and then smiled when she had finished. She then noticed what she had drawn. It was her boss, Mr. Dartz! What was she doing drawing of him!

Dartz: What was she doing drawing me? Huh?

Dys: Just chill out, will you! Anyways, this is only chapter one of this fic. If you like, read and review. Flames, though, are not allowed. If you have a problem, please, don't flame, but rather state your problem in an e-mail to Okay? Anyways, peace!