Chapter 1:
White Parasol
Ok, now, I'm ready.
Although, dyeing my hair red and white like this kinda makes me feel like having a Japan flag waving on my own head.
New hair, new clothes, new looks. To begin my whole new life, magically.
I have spent load of hours changing my appearance from head to toe at a shop in town. Two in one, tailoring and beautification shop. Splendid idea for business, don't you think?
"Hey, Minty! We're here." Said, a familiar brown-haired guy, from the entrance.
"Yeah, let's go, little horror." Said, an awfully gorgeous man, also from an entrance.
Ah, My knights's arrived. My dearest friend, Ruby and Mr Nyx, the only love of my life. God, he's so hot, perfect in everything. I'll make him mine someday.
"I'm comin'!" I shouted.
My gallant knights led me to my new shelter. It's not that far from the shop so we walked.
"Mr Nyx, where're you taking me? Is it a love hotel?"
"If it's a love hotel, why would I bring Ruby with us? Use your brain, little horror."
"Maybe you may prefer 3P." I walked closer to him. "I don't mind. Ruby is my friend after all. If I have to share you with him, I don't mind at all." I seduce him by holding his hand and then arousingly clawed his chest. "Me-ows~" I purred.
"Get off, you bratwurst." Mr Nyx brushed my hand off.
"Come on, Mr Nyx. Don't you like me?" I jump on him and grab his arm.
"Ruby, help me."
It was a pub. Actually, more like a little café at first glance but inside... yeah, it's a pub. There's a bar and shelves filled with alcohol. And the blonde bloke who's behind the bar, A drinking bar bar not a jail bar bar, You know what I mean, seems to be the owner of this place. And, the honey-brown skin violet-haired lad sitting at the bar.
"Welcome" Mr Blondie greeted us.
"Oh, it's the couple, what's up?"
"Couples, your arse, Bythesea." Annoyed replied, My darling. "Hey, Liz, your room's still available? Need a room for this agent provocateur here."
"Certainly, Sir. Please feel free to stay."
"Who's that? Your mistress?" ridiculously asked, Violet-haired lad.
"Mistress, your arse. This is Mikita. Ruby's high school mate." introduced me, my darling.
Three of us then take a seat at the bar.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mikita Baranov."
"Hi, I'm Ishtar Bythesea." introduced himself, Violet-haired lad.
"I'm Alistair O'Rourke. It's pleasure to meet you, sir." introduced himself, blond-haired bloke.
"So how long will you be staying?" inquired, Ishtar.
"For..."
"For a month?"
"Forever"
"Yeah, okay." paused, Ishtar. “Wait, what! Don't take me for a fool, you lying bastard!”
"No, that's the most honest answer I've ever given you. Yeah, Ruby?"
"Yeah! That's the only honest thing that he's ever said to you. You should be glad, Mr Tar."
That sounds more like an insult than a support to me.
"Alright, I'll trust Ruby. But..."
"Mr Wilcox, your tea is ready." interrupted, Alistair.
"Thanks, Mr Rourke. Your herbal tea's always the best." complimented, Ruby.
"Thanks for the compliment, Mr Wilcox."
"When the hell did you make that!"
"Here's your sangria, Mr Nyx."
"Thanks."
"Please stop that! You're freaking me out!"
"What would you like to drink, Mr Baranov?"
He's completely ignored him!
"I'll have the same as Mr Nyx, please."
"In a moment, Sir"
As he turned his back to the shelves, some blokes has come into a shop.
"Open early today, huh, Nii-san." greeted, messy hair bloke.
"Good afty!" greeted, lively Spanish man.
"Afternoon" greeted, gloomy-looking fellow.
"Сайн байна уу?" greeted, handsome Korean boy.
“Is this your doing?” Mr Nyx whispered to Ishtar.
“Hehe, how did you know?”
“You bloody bastard!”
“Aw, come on. Mikita’s new here, right? Let's welcome him to our little community here, shall we boys?”
“Yeah!” replied, the blokes beside the gloomy one.
“I’m Ace Hernandez.”
“I’m Temujin.”
“My name's Reishi Weitzmann. Nice to meet you.”
“I, Jaromir Tharald. It's a pleasure.”
And then the party has begun. Drinking, dancing and talking nonsense nonstop. I've never enjoyed this kind of stuff but I've got to admit I kinda like this one, compared to those parties I went back when I was a kid.
Unfortunately, I'm not a night owl type. I can't endure much drowsiness. so I asked that blondie, Alistair, to show me to my room.
“It's quite dirty up here. Will you be alright?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’ve seen worse. Good night, Mr Rourke.”
“Good night, sir.”
Quite dirty? This attic is looking like some scene from a horror film. Crates, white clothes and cobwebs. Yeah, survivable. At least, it's cosy though. Unlike sleeping outside like before.
My name is Mikita Baranov. And, this is my new life.
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