There's this thing that used to happen a lot when I first moved into my apartment. People kept thinking it was another apartment number. I couldn't understand why this kept happening. Like, hello~ The number is written right on the door. It was always so adorable though, when I opened the door with a business smile and they were startled to see this girl at the door. They would all blush and get embarrassed and flustered cause I wasn't the person they were looking for. I love seeing people's expressions change : D
So this drabble/ possible teaser was inspired by this.
[Apartment 2]
I live in this neighborhood. And all the neighbors are kept to themselves and good. And I live in this one apartment. And it's fairly spacious and the rent is well. And I think it's a nice apartment. And I don't know how exactly I'm supposed to describe it, but…
It just pisses me off.
Len's eyebrow twitched. He had to refrain himself from yelling at the top of his lungs and punching the man in front of him. But how many times has it been already? How many times will this person not remember…
"My name is not Chang!" Len said and ended up yelling the last part. Len shoved the package in the blue-haired man's chest and slammed the door with his hand that had been gripping it until his knuckles went white.
Len ran his hand through his hair and began taking in slow timely breaths to calm himself down. He shook himself out and started to walk back to his studio when the doorbell rang again. Len stopped, grumbling and deciding whether he should just ignore it or take the painting hung up on the wall and smash it in the man's face. He deserved it for being an insistent person who refused to remember anything, anyway.
Len looked up at the picture. It was some odd picture of a scoop of vanilla ice cream he had gotten from some garage sale when he was passing by on a stroll a few months ago. Nothing really commanded him to by the picture; he wasn't attracted or pulled to it by some inspirational force. He had just happened to want something that would make the wall it was currently hung up on to be a little livelier looking.
The doorbell rang again. Len glanced at the door then at the painting. He glanced back at the door and grabbed the painting without looking before he strode over to the door. Just a precaution, Len was telling himself. Because that damn man keep harassing me. That'll be a good excuse.
Before Len could even open the door, he could already hear the man's babbling. Len opened the door and found himself confused for a moment when he didn't see anyone, only to be surprised and amused when he found the man bowing to him.
"I'm so very sorry! I didn't mean to offend you or anything!" The man said while still bowing. "I just keep forgetting that this is a different apartment number and that-"
Ah, this idiot. Len thought. He watched as the man continued apologizing even though Len wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. Len counted down from five and finally stopped the man from talking.
"Can you please shut up and stop apologizing? Or do you want me to file a charge against you for staring at my crotch?" Len said, crossing his arms and still holding onto the picture of ice cream.
"Wha-?" The man said. He lifted his head up and found himself face to… well, body part. He gasped and immediately stood up straight with his arm covering part of his face to hide his embarrassment. "I'm so sorry!" The man said again, his voice a bit muffled from his arm.
Len raised his arm up when the man was about to begin his apologizing again. "I told you to shut up." The man fell quiet and looked like he wanted to apologize, but was refraining to. Len looked at the man. "Just calm yourself down and then we can deal with this in a humane way, alright?"
The man stared back and Len and nodded, closing his eyes. He brought his arm back down to his side and took in a silent breath. Len watched as his whole body relaxed and looked back up at the man's face. The blush was gone and Len could see how pale the man's complexion was. The man opened his eyes and a smile graced both his lips and deep blue eyes.
"Alright." The man said. Len looked up at the man and silently wished he had brought a camera with him. This was the man who gave him his mail, the mail man. And a good looking one at that. If it weren't for his odd blue scarf, he would look more normal though. Len always found it odd when the man appeared at his doorstep with his scarf, cold weather or not.
And if only he weren't an idiot.
"Ok," Len began, ready to get this whole thing cleared up and over with. Len stepped outside of his house, barefoot, and pointed to his door where the number '1' had been attached. "See this number?" Len said in a tone that an adult would give to a child.
The mail man nodded in response, face becoming flushed again.
"What number is it?" Len asked. The mail man stuttered at first and whispered the answer, but Len being Len, he wanted to be mean. "What's that?" Len said, titling his head to the side and offering his ear.
"It's a o-one..." The mail man said. Len turned to the man and smiled.
"Good." Len said. "Now, can I see the package you tried handing to me?" The mail man nodded, fished through his messenger bag and took out the small package. He handed to Len.
Len snatched the box and shoved it in the man's face. "Tell me! What effing number is this package asking for?" Len snarled.
The mail man pushed the box away from his face and looked absolutely mortified and surprised from the sudden switch in personality. "T-Two-"
"That's right!" Len threw the box at the mail man's chest. The mail man fumbled with the box before he finally got a good grip on it and stopped it from meeting the ground.
"It's a two! Not a one, but a friggin' two!" Len said, fist in the air, threatening to punch the man and instead surprised him and himself when he held up a painting of vanilla ice cream.
"V-Vanilla?" The mail man said, stating his mind. Len quickly pulled his hand back down, hiding the painting behind his back and turned around before the mail man saw his blush. He re-opened the door to his home and was about to enter into the home when he stopped. He turned around.
"And I'm not Chang! I'm Len Kagamine!" Len stepped into his home and began closing the door.
Damn people! Len cursed in his mind. For some weird reason, people would come to his house, knock on his door, and would be re-directed to the place they meant to go in the first place each time. They would either be confused or startled to see a young blond when he opened the door, then ask if it was apartment number two. Was it impossible for people to read and see that his apartment number was one? Even the damn mail man gave him the wrong mail repeatedly, time after time of being corrected. In the beginning it was cute to see the mail man look shocked or completely lost, but now it was plain ridiculous. Gosh, people just waltz to what ever door they feel has to be the one they want, don't they-
"K-Kaito!"
Len stopped, door almost closing shut. Len opened the door up again and turned around to look at the mail man.
"What?" Len asked. The mail man blushed.
"M-My name's Kaito." he said.
Len looked at the man. "Why are you telling me this?"
Kaito looked startled and unsure. He pulled on the edge of his scarf and looked as if he was trying to strangle himself. "B-Because I want to meet you again."
Len raised an eyebrow. Was that a confession? "Won't you meet me again anyway? With the way you keep coming to my home regardless of whether it's my mail or not, I'm pretty sure I'll meet you again soon" Len closed the door.
"Wha-Wait!" Kaito stopped the door with his arm and foot. "I meant other than meet here at your doorstep to deliver mail!" Kaito looked at Len in desperation. "L-Like a date!"
It was as if the world became still. Len and Kaito both stood still, staring directly at each other. Len blushed and without thinking, his voice squeaked out, "No!" Kaito's face paled and Len would have laugh if he had not been so embarrassed. No one had ever been so up-front with him. He pushed the mail man back while he was off guard and quickly slammed the door. His hands were shaking as he quickly locked the door and stepped back when knocking began.
"Wait! Your picture!" Kaito said from behind the door, stilling pounding on it with his hand.
"Wha-?" Len looked down and saw that his hands were empty. He must have handed Kaito the painted when he pushed him. Len looked at the door and said, "You can keep it!"
The knocking on the door stop. Len's heart was beating ten times faster. After a minute passed, Len leaned forward and pressed his ear against the door, too afraid that if he looked through the peephole, he would see a disoriented Kaito looking directly back at him.
"I'll give it back." Kaito said through the door, the statement almost sounding like a sweet promise. Len felt the hairs on his neck stand up and shook his head, even though Kaito couldn't see the gesture. "I'll give it back next time we meet."
Len frowned and punched his door, wanting to startle the mail man. "As if you can remember that! You'll probably just end up giving it to the girl who lives in apartment two!" Len heard as the mail man chuckled.
"Probably." was what he replied back. "She's quite cute too" the mail man added. Len's mouth opened in shock and disgust. Len quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, ready to yell at the man and steal back his picture.
"Hey!" Len yelled when the mail man trotted away from the door and back to his truck. He grinned back and waved at Len.
"See you soon!" Kaito said as he got into his truck and started it up.
Len huffed and crossed his arm. "Yeah, see you soon." Len admitted quietly. The blond always thought the mail man was shy and modest, he didn't think he'd be so straight forward. He had to admire the man, asking Len out even though he might not be sure with what Len did or what he liked. Len flinched when he realized something. He cupped his hand around his mouth and said, "Hey! I'm apartment one, not two! Remember that!"
I live in this one apartment. And everyone always mistakes it as another apartment. And sometimes the people that I meet are really weird. And my mail man is really weird too. And it's always the same thing that happens over and over again. And then my mail man goes and does something out of the ordinary than what usually happens at my apartment. And I can't help but think...
Maybe it's not so bad.
This teaser is fairly long and kinda scatterbrained. If the actual thing ever gets published, you can bet it'll be really different. Just wanted the idea to be out there though.
In this teaser, Len is a young painter aspiring to be a famous artist while he's still alive (cause everyone knows that no one cares about painting unless the painter died). He lives in the certain neighborhood where it appears that his apartment would be apartment number 2, but it's not. Strangers come up to his doorstep and leave as strangers, though some stay and become a more important aspect of his life, like the scarf wearing mail man, Kaito! It's a drama with the determination of a great future, an odd sweet romance for some spice, and the mystery behind Apartment 2 and it's supposed visitors.