Eleven
"You have a sister?"
Miku could tell that Carlos certainly found this revelation quite odd. He'd been working under Hachiro for what he always said were years, and she'd never told him about her family.
As a rule of Hachiro's one mustn't bring personal affairs or relationships into work place conversation. Although that rule was almost always broken. If Miku had a dollar for the amount of times she'd overheard someone 'airing their dirty laundry' in supposed-to-be-business conversations, employment under Hachiro wouldn't be a necessity.
Carlos was a handsome man, of Mexican descent, with big amber eyes constantly swimming with golden and black flecks. He was a little bit shorter than the average man, and he was slim, almost as if permanently underfed, no matter how much ramen he ate at break. His hands were always marked with different scars and scrapes, and they looked as though they didn't belong attached to his otherwise fragile body.
Unlike Miku, Carlos was one of many who would constantly snicker behind Hachiro's back. She could hardly count the amount of times he'd mimicked Hachiro's words in his soft voice, or the amount of times his dark eyes had widened in mock horror at one of Hachiro's threats. Right now his eyes were beady, and he was leaned up on his chair so that Miku herself was able to smell the faint tinge of cologne he'd sprayed onto his grey vest, the same vest they all wore.
"You do don't you!? What does he mean the same fate? Wait is your sister . . .? Does he mean dead? Oh god I hope not! He was talking about Samara! You know I like me some Samara. Not the most gorgeous girl around but she's got spunk and she's got the attitude of a winner. That kinda stuff you don't get in your average girl. So do ya?"
Always babbling. This was something Carlos did often. Once he began speaking it was probably one of the worlds hardest tasks to be able to shut him up. His head would bounce up and down, his eyes would grow so wide you'd think they were going to pop out of his skull, and his mouth would move around so fast it was hard to keep track of the way his lips were going.
"Carlos you think it's a good idea to talk about matters that don't concern you go on right ahead, but don't drag me into your rule breaking."
Carlos tilted his head back and laughed, a great loud chuckle that had his shoulders rocking. "Ha! I'm just asking about your sister, chill! I don't understand how you're so in love with Hachiro to the point you can't even speak when he's not here! Anyway, he's a total freak! Lemme guess he murdered your sister and you paid him back with love." He was laughing now, rocking in his seat as he did so, creating a scene as he went on. "What your sister steal your nail polish and you had him kill her for a good price?"
"Hachiro did not! I didn't order him to do anything!"
"I didn't do what?"
Carlos instantly whirled around to see Hachiro, standing with his fingers gripping the waist of his pants. Beside him was Samara, who was a tiny little thing beside him, looking fearful and disturbed as she studied everyone who looked at her with their judging eyes.
Carlos let out a deep breath,"Hachiro I. . ."