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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 24, 2011 17:03:03 GMT -5
Exactly two days, sixteen hours, and ten minutes after the emergency meeting I find myself closing my cellphone as I walk up to a room number. I frown to myself.
"Lives in the same EXACT building as Noctis, huh?" Realizing I had just wasted both me and Angel's time at this point I reach out and knock. One, then twice, and finally a third time. "If Neku isn't here..." Silently I swear to myself and let the forbidding aura admit from me. I'm seriously pissed off and I want to be on even ground with this guy. So I'm here to set our realationship straight... One way or another.
But either way I wait for Neku to open his door, praying he's here.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 24, 2011 18:29:31 GMT -5
I heard the knock on my door; sharp raps that sounded like a serious summons. Didn't leave any room for questions, complaint, or escape.
I opened the door.
"I paid my rent this month, so take it up with the bank!" I complained loudly....
...before I realized that this was not my landlady; instead, it was the blonde from the meeting and who I'd met during the Crossing.
Namine, I think?
And she looked pissed off.
"Uh. Sorry. Thought you were the landlady; what can I do for you?"
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 24, 2011 19:13:34 GMT -5
"I paid my rent this month, so take it up with the bank!" neku says as he opens the door and I intensify my glare. It takes him a moment to realize that its me before he adds, "Uh. Sorry. Thought you were the landlady; what can I do for you?"
And all I can do is say, "We need to talk... May I come in?" My hands move to my jean pockets, and my necklace jiggles as I shift and wait for an answer.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 24, 2011 19:25:07 GMT -5
"Uh, sure," was my response, opening the door and beckoning her in. She still seemed upset, and honestly, I winced a little as I waved her to the couch, and I sat down in a chair.
My apartment isn't really full of furniture; the living room's got a couch, a coffee table, and a couple of chairs, all of which came from Goodwill and none of which matched. It was a tiny one-bedroom place, but for an "emancipated minor" like myself, that's all I needed. Anyone has a problem with it, too bad; not that anyone would.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 5:13:40 GMT -5
Manors, manors, manors! I chant to myself as I sit with on a very mismatched couch. Jeeze lo weez! Does no one have the ability to collect decent and matching furniture? Whatever...! Taking my hands from my pockets I stare at Neku a long time before, "I come from a very well regarded family... The LeBeaus... And we do NOT like being made out to look like imbeciles!" I huff and then glare down at my hands. "And as such it hurts to know I've been made one by the one person I've looked forward to meeting my entire life... My actual head chief and commander... The one even my parents would listen to with out a single ounce of disrespect or concern as to weather or not you're right..."
I stop a moment before looking up and saying, "But if they were to have gone through what I have gone through...! No, no... This is a matter of my own embarrassment, I... Sir, I... Permission to drop formalities?" Even when angry, hell, especially when angry I find myself lacking the correct words I need while still being miss little perfectly mannered. So if given the choice I would like to yell at this male properly.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 7:15:58 GMT -5
My eyebrow raised slightly as she sat down, looking like a cat that got its fur wet. Geez, talk about offended.
When she opened her mouth, it rose a little bit more, and kept steadily climbing as the jumble of words fell from her mouth. I bit my tongue to keep from calling her something like 'Miss Priss' before I responded.
"Look," I said, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice massaging my forehead against the ensuing headache. "Three things. First - formalities? Not necessary. Honestly. Just quit 'em. Second, I've never so much as heard of the LeBeaus, so I've got no clue how I made them look like 'imbeciles'. And third - I have, in fact, no clue what the heck you're even talking about or what I did wrong. So, can you just start from the beginning and take it slow? So a simple 'commoner' like me can understand."
I have difficulty keeping sarcasm in check in the face of supreme snobbery. Sue me.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 8:23:07 GMT -5
He doesn't know who we...! I'm appalled! But none the less I have to keep my cool and start over, "Its simple Neku... I'm pissed at you for being the Head Watcher. Someone I've spent a great deal of time looking for!" Okay, I can't keep my cool, but whatever! Shouting helps me feel less inferior. "And behold! Here you are, in the same basic place I've wandered past for the past few weeks. Just sitting here and proving even farther how useless I am! Thank you so much for that!" The last sentence drips with sarcasm of course, why would I be thankful for how much I'll be ridiculed when I call home again. Useless this, stupid that, being an artist will only get you starved and turn you into a beggar! I don't need this guy I just met treating me like THEY do!
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 8:41:04 GMT -5
Um....
What?
".....Whoah, calm down! I didn't even know you were looking for me! It's not like I go around telling every Otherborn I meet, 'Hey, I'm the head of the Network.' Not exactly something I like to advertise."
Precisely for this exact reason, I thought to myself.
"And for the record? Nobody said you were useless, alright? That's all just you, so don't pin your self-esteem issues on my head."
I crossed my arms. God, this girl got under my skin. What was her problem?
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 14:38:41 GMT -5
THE NERVE OF THIS GUY!!!
Shifting around while listening I play with my necklace, its beads making a comforting jiggle and I look up to his ceiling. With my heart pounding and anger making it hard to think straight I have to came down. So I stay silent a long moment before looking back down, "Look..." I look Neku in the eye, and I feel my vision getting blurry, but I push that aside as I say. "I just wanted to get this out of the way so we didn't have any issues if a time arises and we'd be stuck together alone... I don't want us to end up like one of those crappy friendship movies where we fight and fight. And then, out of the blue, get stuck together and then end up like we are now."
I sigh and shake my head, "Only difference is that they can make up... And we're just sitting here yelling and working around in circles. Nothing is getting done... Did I mention I'm rather pissed at the fact that you've wasted more than twenty four hours of my time? I could of been helping you by now!!! WE SHOULDN'T JUST BE SITTING HERE! I DON'T WANT TO BE A HINDRANCE!" Closing my eyes I let the tears of frustration fall.
Dammit all! I hate this! Why does this have to be so hard?
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 16:53:37 GMT -5
Was this girl mental or something? Still. She was crying.
Hell.
"H-hey! Don't cry, seriously. I hate it when girls cry, alright? You're not a hindrance, I just... honestly don't get what's going through your head. Like I said, the fact that I'm Head Watcher isn't something I advertise, and I'm sorry if that made your life difficult. I don't know what's going on with your 'rents and all, but look. If you wanna help out, all you need to do is volunteer."
I sighed, rubbing my temple again.
"God knows I need it. It's not exactly like I asked for this job, you know."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 17:28:48 GMT -5
"r-Really?" I ask looking up with hopefulness as I wipe away my tears and stand. In mere seconds I'm at the side of his chair with a bright smile. "REALLY? REALLY??" I'm bouncing on my toes from joy. Maybe I'm not useless after all!
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 17:45:43 GMT -5
........seriously? Bipolar much?
"Uh.... yeah. Really. I'm not exactly in the habit of lying to people. If I did, I probably wouldn't be Head Watcher."
Come to think of it, maybe I should've lied to people more often. Then I wouldn't be here trying to herd cats in this dump city or dealing with bipolar girls who are older than I am but still call me 'Sir'.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 17:49:50 GMT -5
Containing my happiness so as to not jump the guy I was just pissed at, I simply say, "Well then do I ask you? Or do I have to make an appointment? Is there paper work? What do ya need me to do, Boss?" Oh and by the way... I love calling him Boss and watching his reactions. They're always so much fun~.
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Oct 25, 2011 17:52:17 GMT -5
Must. Resist. Urge. To facepalm.
"I'm not anyone's 'Boss'," I told her. "And there's no paperwork. I just need your phone number, and then I can give it to a Contact and..."
Hold up. Contacts. I had Shiki and several other reliable ones in that department, but...
"Wait. Namine, right? How good are you at organizing things? Putting together plans and all that."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Oct 25, 2011 17:56:10 GMT -5
My face fell for a moment, "You really have no clue who I am." But then I brighten back up. "Been doing that stuff on and off all my life. Piece of cake!" I pull out my sharpie of the day, a rosey pink one.
"So where do I sign?" I giggle and then add. "As in where do you want my number?"
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