Errand Boy… Young Man
“Indeed. I am afraid miss Selena has grown close to you, Mr. Fox. However, she is not a young girl in a young woman's body. You've freed her from her entrapment. She wishes not to obstruct you, Mr. Fox. Your paths are vastly differing from each other.” Roam said, bowing a little bit as Fox slightly opened his eyes further and looked around. He understood, but it was a pity, just when he was going to propose his per diem raised from 40,000 to100,000 credits.
“I understand, thanks for the information,” Fox stepped backwards and gestured to the folder again before turning around. Roam watched him leave with a light bow, relaxing once the evil demon fox was gone. Luis peeked out of his bedroom’s doors in between to see if Fox left.
… Fox had a long time before nighttime. He also had to deal with Selena’s matter. Today was the day. Thus, he went to his apartment and ‘glossed’ up, tousling Teon’s head roughly before heading to a business district where Selena’s agency was located.
As soon as Fox arrived, he could tell there was a commotion inside. The main doors were bulked up by half a dozen guards. Fox walked to them, but they didn’t budge, and when he stopped before them to look at their faces, they avoided meeting his head-on.
“Okay,” Fox lightly called out before kicking the guard on his right. The guard felt bones in his body breaking as his body bent to the left, crashing against other guards before his right arm and leg went all limp.
Before it all ended, Fox struck with his left elbow to the guard on his left, giving no time to respond to these ordinary people. The guard to receive his elbow below the ribs felt cracking as well, but only from the lower end of their body. Unlike the other, this guard directly slammed his full side body into another guard, thereby pushing their row of tall, bulky fellows laterally into the air before crumbling down.
The entrance was cleared. With whimpers and vomiting sounding to his sides, Fox went through the glass doors, with the receptionist outside already calling the cops. Fox gave them an uncaring, brief glance as a middle-aged, slender woman looked at him, immobile.
Hearing urgent reminders from the other end of the call, urging the receptionist to continue reporting, Fox didn’t react and just walked further inside. After he left, the receptionist remained petrified for half a minute before muttering to the phone, “Nevermind. It’s Fox.”
“Oohh.” The operator on the other end of the call exclaimed. Soon after, the call was hung up.
Fox walked up the stairs to the uppermost floor, the third floor. Just then he heard a door slam to a close, followed by a brief silence, which was then ensued by footsteps, heavy but quick, walking away from the door. Then, just as the door slammed back open, Fox walked up the stairs in time to see Selena with her thin jacket half torn and 4 scratches on her right shoulder, from where it was torn.
Bead-shaped tears spilled from her lacrimals as a brown, tall man with broad shoulders and strange blonde hair chased her on the corridor after slamming the door to a close again.
Selena’s body was intact, if only by those clawing marks, which were like red spray scarcely spread on a wall on her skin. Fox stepped onto the floor, no longer at the steps, causing Selena, who held her chin high despite everything, to stop and focus her gaze up on him.
The man behind her did the same, stopping with widened eyes and a gaping mouth.
Fox only stared at his client, she was his client still. He imperceptibly nodded at her before walking past her. Selena’s eyes flashed with conflict for a moment as she turned around and looked at Fox’s back, but then disappeared.
Fox walked to the man, Selena’s manager and ‘leader’ of this agency. With how coarse, disordered, raw everything was, one could tell what kind of ‘sponsorship’ they take in this place to survive. They wouldn’t hesitate to sell their money-earners off at any price.
The man cowered and ran back into the room, opening the door with trembling hands before Fox, who walked to chase after the man, heard a clinking sound of a lock, an old-fashioned one. With his left hand, Fox gently twisted the doorknob, pulling it a little down before thrusting it up.
The door broke open with Fox’s following kick, flinging into the room for a few crazy, random shaking before falling to the floor. There he was, the manager leaning back on a sofa, like not doing so would turn him into minced meat. Fox looked at the man after walking in, stopping in the middle, tilting his head to the left.
A smug grin formed on the left corner of his mouth. Fox resumed his walk, slowly stopping before the trembling man whose cold sweat never stopped, and never heated. Fox looked down at the man, letting him terrify himself with the sight of his changing impenetrable black pools.
“Unfortunately, I didn’t come prepared to punish you, mr manager. But I still can inflict well-deserved retribution.” Fox lowered his head, nearly coming face to face with the manager. However, he was no just man. He grinned from ear to ear, “You touched my client. Took advantage when I wasn’t here. Pain just won’t cut it.”
“I- I- but I paid you… I hired you…” The manager trembled, unable to speak like he didn’t have something up his ass. Fox reached out with his left hand, slowly grasping his clothes…
Craasshh! “Kyaaaaaa!” - “A man has killed himself!” - “No, he’s not dead, look!” - “Is he naked!? Oh~ my heavens!” - “Isn’t he that little overlord? The one who touched your niece!?” - “…”
From the peaceful third floor, a man was thrown outside the window, through passersby couldn’t note the difference. They only saw someone barely covered roll downwards, almost like he was falling down a cliff.
The shards of the broken window fell on his skin, cutting and stabbing before falling off. Before the manager could scream, his instincts made him shut his mouth and eyes tight, enduring the pain all around his body.
When he neared the ground, the improvised rope made from sheets and other cloth slapped his body with inertia. This made him hang in the air for less than half a second, allowing him to only get ‘slapped’ hard from the front. Furthermore, facing the ground full of broken glass…
“Aaaaaaggghawaaaah!” The manager shrilly screamed with blood splattering from his face, breaking his throat and becoming hoarse as he stood up in a jiffy, grabbed his butt, and ran to the nearest hospital. His ding dong dangled, along other things, rapidly getting tackled down by an enraged white knight of the streets. Meanwhile, some people noticed a few things from the bare body.
“Mom, why are his poocheeks red like yours when dad asks you to wear that ‘bikini'?” - “Ayo? Why is his face red? Looks like an innocent makeup art, is this a skit?” - ”No, again. Why are his buttcheeks so red? Is it even possible on that skin color? It looks sickly…”
At the broken window, Fox watched as a few people looked towards him, not immediately recognizing him. Selena appeared behind him shortly after, peeking over the broken window at the manager, who was once her boss, once seen as respectable, and now a nightmare at times.
“Never thought I’d see… this,” Selena murmured. Fox looked at her before grabbing her arms, pulling her away before anyone recognized her. All the public knew of her agency was that she came from an unknown company, and not much else. Though that would change soon.
“So you were the one to want to end my contract?” Fox looked at Selena, who smiled, feeling bemused. “Am I your manager now? The power, no wonder! I like it. Hehe.”
“Hm,” Fox grinned a bit, infected with her amusement. Selena stopped giggling and fell silent. She looked at Fox, swaying her shoulders back and forth intermittently, and pressed her lips. “I’d like to spend more time together, for sure. I just don’t think I should get to rely on you for my friendships. It won’t work unless I want to start wearing edgy sunglasses and suits. I don’t.”
“No need for explanations. Not for that, at least.” Fox shook his head and did the same with his palms, facing her with nos.“ As long as it was you, then I will let it be. It was no easy to get to this point. Good for you to do it. Any other agent in the District will protect you as good as I did.”
“I know,” Selena nodded, reassuring herself and Fox with an extra blink of her eyes.
“Take care,” Fox held her upper arms again and squeezed them. Although her breasts cushioned against each other, neither of them gave it importance. Fox nodded at Selena and she looked at him with upturned eyes. Then, Fox walked out, guiding her one last time to get out of the hell she once dreamed about.
When coming out, Selena could swear hearing one of the female receptionist scream ‘good riddance!’ towards them, positively towards them. She smiled, giving the rows and rows of cameras outside a marvelous sight to fill the news with tomorrow.
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Fox and Selena, coming out together after the big bad villain was punished without being killed. What more of a perfect story? Unfortunately, it was bound to never go anywhere. Unfortunately for the sensationalists and bored asses.
. . .
A wealthy residential district in Proteros capital city. Night. Hours after the scandalous news of Fox throwing a man naked out of ‘his house’.
“Mm, mhm, hm hm~♫.”
An elderly man walked around his kitchen with the lights off, only using a light that followed wherever he went to see what he was doing. He had both his earphones, made of transparent metal showing a dynamic depending on the song, out of his ears. That didn’t stop him from humming like he was home alone.
After finishing preparing a sandwich with copious quantities of different types of meat and add-ons, he grabbed a large wine bottle from a container above. Uncovering it, the elderly man couldn’t help taking a sip directly from the bottle’s mouth.
Placing the bottle down with a satisfied expression, he served himself a glass and put his sandwich on a small but lavish plate before turning around.
“Gasp.” Fwi- crash! Clink- crsshhh- clink clink- clank.
The elderly man was startled into terror. Fox stood in the dark, with the kitchen lights not following his being and illuminating him. The elderly man thought he was seeing wrong. Maybe those few nights where he thought of that Fox and worried he had a relationship with ‘those guys’ were finally playing his mind tricks.
But to crush those hopes, Fox’s unique voice sounded, crumbling the elderly man’s passionate survival delusions. “It’s often a useless person who is high-up, except for a thing or two that help others make money, or more money. Not those they complain about, ‘ruining’ society. But here you are, making yourself a snack I myself feel bad I ruined it.”
Fox looked up, “Should I have called for a consultation through a rotten judge, first?”
“…” The elderly man looked at Fox motionless. Fox stared back, not minding the staring contest. The elderly man looked like he was terrified, shocked, confused, and felt offended, but he couldn’t act on any of these.
“Mayor?” Fox called out after a while, growing bored but showing an impassive expression, which was his natural resting expression. “I came here to talk about something important. It’s simple, really. Take the stupid sentence off the system, remunerate the money you stole from the bikers twice, and never appear in my radar again.”
Fox felt a little stupid calling out a ‘radar’ for modernism, but the manual said it worked. As soon as something new that was ‘seen before’ entered their ears right, it would be easier to intimidate a civilian. From the Piya Sanctum District’s manual for civilian exploitation.
“But, it’s my money!” The mayor shrilly exclaimed. Fox’s eyes lost all humanity on them. He just doesn’t like hearing something like that. But the mayor didn’t notice, finding newfound rage to step forth, defending his belongings. “This is my property, young man! It doesn’t matter who you think you are, the law is the country! If you think the president can ‘teach me’ how to do my job, my job; I have done it for 6 decades, he might as well destroy the Supreme Court Justice of the nation-”
Before the mayor could continue, not remembering walking forth so much towards a known, skilled killer, Fox sent his right hand forth, catching his neck. The mayor’s breathing halted for 2 seconds, reddening the rosy white, sickly skin of his face. Meanwhile, Fox slowly passed the hold to his left hand.
The mayor didn’t even have that much hair on his head anymore, but as his eyes darted around dizzily, strands atop his head towards the rear stood up out of fear from their survival instinct.
“No, oh no.” Fox’s voice turned hoarsely bloody. The mayor was taken aback. He went on, “Mr. President knows not of this, do you understand? Get it? Nobody is here but I, and I can do what I want, mayor. There’s no Supreme Court Justice to save you here. Even if you put them all lined up together, how long would they watch before they start writing a decree for me to stop?”
“It’s still as easy as before, so listen again in case you understand at the second time. You are old, after all.” Fox spun the elderly upside down with his left arm strength, stopping him midway to force the mayor’s head just above the floor. Without stopping, all in one sweeping series of actions, Fox bashed the mayor’s back against the dinner table, knocking it over and careful to not hit the back of his head.
“So break off the sentence, reimburse for twice the amount you stole from them, then piss off! Do it well, you old worm. How many people would lean over to watch your neck crack?” Fox grasped the mayor’s neck with both hands, crashing into the corner of a couple of shelves, and spoke with the viciousness of a murderer.
Looking at the murder in those eyes with his whole body still turned upside down, the mayor nodded, becoming fearful. “I will, oh heav- oh- will! I will! Please, please let me go. I promise you, uwaa hawaahwahaaah…”
The elderly man began crying, having nothing to do to plead but this. Fox looked at the old man, tilting his head and breathing evenly, before letting go of the mayor. As the mayor dropped, his feet rushing to the floor, Fox’s voice left a few words behind. “I will not return to cover my hands in your sweat next time.”
“Uh! Huh? Wooh!” The mayor rapidly crouched up, turned around, and checked left and right in as many angles until he felt getting himself hurt a bit. Fox was nowhere to be seen. The mayor retained the position for a long while before he slowly stood up, feeling weak, dry at the throat, and sleepy.
It was a cold night, and he had to clean his kitchen, the food and drink… and the bikers.
. . .
The next day, Fox woke up with a beauty at his side. It wasn’t Teon, but Sona, who was his consolation prize, no doubt sent by Luis, just in case. Teon went into his bedroom, wearing a tight green shorts and boyish shirt, briefly glancing at the hugely proportioned super beauty sleeping next to him.
Teon opened her lips, about to berate him, when she smirked instead. The left corners of her lips became malevolent. Standing just there, Teon used the girliest, sensual voice she could ever muster and feel shame for, and called out. “Daddy, hurry! I will be late if you keep holding that big beautiful aunty.”
“!” - “…” Sona woke up with unrest, widening her eyes to the possible drama device of a long-lost child. What’s worse, from a very young age! But Fox, on the other hand, refused to opened his eyes right away. It wasn’t until a few seconds after Teon’s beautiful words that he opened them and stared at Teon.
“What now? You’re not entering until 2 months from now,” Fox sounded somewhat bellyacher. Teon put her knuckles to her waist before striking a demanding pose. Fox saw this and rolled his eyes, “Get out of here or Sona will show you why she is so loyal to me.”
“Huh… Mena said she’ll help me get in shape. I was a long time without eating properly, after all. You know?” Teon exclaimed. Sona got the cue. She grinned, moving her left hand across the blankets, his torso… his groins. Teon exasperatedly shook her head before turning around, leaving with her eyes rolling. “Ugh!”
With Teon gone, Fox and Sona looked at each other, smiling, before Sona actually continued. Fox opened his lips, but they were stopped by her right index finger as she knelt beside him. Sona uttered her breathy words, “I won’t be able to follow you in every task you get. I have work, too. I’m not just a good lower mouth, you know?”
“I see…” Fox blinked, now more than willing to let her continue. She did, smiling and speaking before diving her head into his groins. “But do treat me like one right now.”
Fox’s eyes rolled. His hands found their way to become busy, and his body dominated the art of passive-dominance before using full-on dominance. Another day, more study, wanton fervor.
… After talking about life with Sona, Fox walked out with Teon behind him. Sona left for her own matters, leaving the pair to properly head to the HQ. It was early morning, with Fox still having to go to the boutique and begin his daily work there.
Without Selena to take up most of his days, Fox could return to see the environment within the store. What’s more, Fabiola made a breakthrough in negotiating to see if it was worth fighting for the next floor now.
Fox dropped Teon at the HQ, which he only entered to greet Mena and then left, though he only grabbed a taxi and brought her to the Plastics Recycler Factory. Strangely enough, Mena and Teon seemed to hit it off very well, perhaps knowing each other from one of Teon’s outs. After being ‘pardoned’, she became a mighty goddess in Lýmoca’s eyes.
Then, his day began in the boutique, where all he had to do was meditate, come out a few times, and take care of his needs. The youngsters became… rather professional in attending the store clientele. Even some of those vip clients that only come in the weekends, as they are the days Fabiola can at least come to the boutique for some hours, became used to coming here on their own.
It was all flourishing. And just as Fox received Fabiola’s message about her breakthrough, and he considered having an official chat before anyone else could buy the floor above the boutique, Fox received a notification from his WID.
He read through it before becoming a little excited. Before, all Fox wanted was to gain the better skills and a purpose no matter how small and petty, like credits or gaining status, was to kill. And then, how to kill better, and better, and worse for the living beings in every part of the world.
Now, however, without mulling on it, Fox felt glad at a ‘miscellaneous’ task. It didn’t directly involve a confrontation, but the pay was slightly larger than usual from other tasks. Not for too much, but the difference is there.
In this case, although he was a Red Blood, or anyone who was, Fox had to do well in his espionage and avoid detection, or in other words, anti-espionage. Knowing the theories and having visualized in his meditation sessions was different from living it himself.
Fox smirked and ceremoniously consented to the assignation. It wasn’t needed, as a special agent from the Piya Sanctum District, most missions were an irrefutable source of income; and prestige.
Fox looked at the notebook from the store’s ledger. He could see the sales from just the first week astronomically beating the first week from the previous month, and being slightly larger than the last, most profitable week of the last month. Should it continue this successfully, 200,000 credits would have only been the entry level of a cybernetic issue Fox could now rapidly solve unlike before.
Checking things with every youngster, and telling Fabiola to prepare to acquire that next floor. Fox checked more information of his next assignation in a storage backroom.
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