#because this means we live in a world where dire fucking crowley managed to pull BOTH meleanor and lilia and i cannot accept that

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[fanficnewbie22-blog]

This link will take you to my first work heres the first chapter if you're interested. Chapter 1: Let's Begin Mika was a fragile boy, a simple blonde headed blue eyed boy. Who had the world in his grasp his eyes shining at all the possibilities . ‘The things I could change in this world I called home or my hometown of LA, California.’ He thought, however being the little kid he was he got tired of responsibility so he wanted to throw it away , well Mikaela Shindo did not have that option. It was either “Win or Fail, to be somebody you have to make something of yourself.” His parents ingrained that saying in his head at the tender age of 8. No more fooling around for him your childhood and fun can wait after you make it big in the city. Over the time Mika grew he threw away his so called “friends” and anything regarding “ emotion” and became the greedy Manager at Sanguinem Incorporated a wealthy, but strict business. His parents were absolutely engulfed in happiness at their son’s newfound success. You see Mika’s parents weren't very wealthy at the time and the only way out of poverty was their dear son. Raising him in such a way to not give a crap about emotional or sentimental value. For example he saw them throw away his drawing of their so called family because and he quotes “ It was just a waste of space.” By the time he became a manager they knew what they had done to their poor boy. The little Mikaela who had plans for the future was now dead. Inside was a being that had no love for anyone, no remorse or mercy. His parents confronted Mika, but he wouldn't listen. “ Nothing's ever good for you two! I've finally made it to where you wanted me to be and now you think I should stop?!? What is wrong with you?!?” Instead he called up security and had his parents “escorted” off the premises. ‘Really pulling this shit at 10:15 in the fucking evening.’ He thought as Mika paced back and forth in his office in dire need of some pain medicine with a growing headache. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, as he made his way to the intercom for assistance. He pressed the button and waited for it to buzz before answering. “ Lacus would you be so kind as to bring up some damn ibuprofen and a bottle of water. I feel a frickin migraine coming on.” He finished with a groan. “ Yes right away, sir.” Lacus answered as he went to get Mika’s essentials not wasting a second. Not long after a little ping went off and that meant Lacus was there to give him his medicine. “ Come in.” Mika tiredly replied. “ Here sir, the ibuprofen and your water, is there anything else I can get you?” Mika snorts before speaking. “ Yeah how’bout a friggin therapist.” He says jokingly. “ Really?!? Are you okay?!?” Lacus didn't catch the obvious sarcasm in Mika's voice so he just shooed him off. “ Nevermind, just leave me.” With that Lacus exited the room. ‘If things like this keep up at this rate I'll be in a hospital bed for the rest of my life.’ He gloomily thought. “ Well doesn't matter if I have everything that I've ever wanted!” Mika exclaimed to no one in particular. He quickly took his pills and chugged them down with water. “ Ugh, I hate pills. Feels like swallowing down a rubber pebble…...Well I better get back to work.” He yawned with a stretch and resumed his position back at his desk. Taking a seat in his cushioned wheel chair he rolled over back to his computer. Quickly looking through today's schedule and looking at recent files to see if everything was still on track and employee emails. “ Ah crap, I forgot to send out the invite for the Office party. Well looks like the employees are getting the invite late this time. Not my problem since I don't have to go to it!” He said the last part in a sing songy voice. “ You bet you mofo’s still need to go though! HA!!! Whoops better delete that off the email.” He backspaced off the last comment and his eyes drifted towards the bottom right corner of his screen. He looked at the time 11:50, 10 more minutes and his shift is over for today. What Mika did for a living wasn't actually exciting or anything. Well Mikaela happens to be related to the person who came up with hangers. All though the item itself comes at a cheap price everyone in each home has to own some hangers in their closet, without them how would they put their clothing away? Anyway it's a slow business, but the pay makes it worthwhile. You would think that being related to someone like that his family would be rich. However that wasn't the case for his family. The Shindos were frowned upon because they believed on letting their children find love on their own not arranged marriage. They started as a prestige bloodline no one would dare bat an eyelash at them, but now they were no better than scum. But with Mika’s success he had crawled his way to the top and so did his family name. Not without consequences, for a price that cost his own future. Well he's still only 22, but he already knew that half his life would be wasted on corporate affairs and financials. Mika was satisfied with his role in life, but he couldn't help think that something's missing. “ But what?” He whispered to himself, sometimes working through the night causes him to think more in depth about his life choices. The sound of another ping awoke him from his inner thoughts. He looked at his camera on his computer to see that it was Rene. Lacus was his assistant, but only during business hours. He probably left around10:30, Rene was his personal assistant and would check up on Mika so that he wouldn't over work himself or made sure he would at least eat something instead of just drinking coffee all day. He was also Mika's rant puppet. The term just means that Rene is the only person he can rant to about work seeing as he never has an opinion and mostly keeps to himself. So in a way Rene is sort of like a place Mika can escape to from daily problems. Which came in handy a lot. Mika may seem calm, cool and collective but on occasion he sometimes breaks. It's up to Rene to see if he can pick up the pieces and put them back together before Mika never gets back up. Mika is ruthless, but he still feels. “ Come on in, Rene.” Mika motioned for him with a waving gesture. Rene steps in his shoes making no noise whatsoever like if he was tiptoeing out of his house to go to some garage band concert. “ Mika do you know what time it is?” Rene said getting straight to the point. “ It's 12:30 you were supposed to leave half an hour ago. You need your rest or you'll be cranky tomorrow morning.” Rene pushed on. “ And we all know how cranky you get when you don't get enough sleep.” He then made a grumpy expression using his fingers to stretch out his bottom eyelids to form bags. “ This is how you'll look like.” He was about to continue when Mika cut him off. “ Rene you forgot didn't you?” Mika said with a sly grin. “ Whatever do you mean?” He replied flatly obviously not wanting to play this little game. “ I. Start. My…...Vacation.” He paused for emphasis and sees Rene go from shocked to relieved. “ Thank goodness you've needed a break for sometime now. How long?” Rene replied. “ I've been saving up my vacation days and sick days now so about……… 2 to 3 weeks.” Mika said matter of factly. At the same time Rene's jaw dropped. “ How?....When!?!....what?” Rene was so confused on how Mika got so many days off. Considering the vacation days they have is only a week's worth. “ Jealous? I know right? I can't wait! Sure I love making money as much as the next guy, but even I know when I need some me time.” Mika gestured by placing his palm over his heart. “ Well this place is going to be hell then. Since you basically keep everyone in check around here especially Bathory.” Rene finished his sentence with Bathory’s name falling off his lips laced with pure hatred. At the sound of his name Mika clenched and unclenched his fists. His irritation clearly visible, Bathory was one of the higher ups and had a higher standing in Sanguinem Inc. basically saying he could make Mika his little errand boy. “ Jesus it almost makes me feel guilty leaving the department with him…...Almost.” Mika was so happy that he didn't have to deal with Ferids bull shit while he was on vacation. With that thought in mind he gathered his things and almost skipped his way out of his office. “Lock it up for me Rene? It would make me so happy.” He left before Rene could even reply knowing that he had to do what Mika told him. He merrily made his way to the elevator pushing the 1st floor button watching as the doors slowly closed. Which is what would've happened before a hand with black nail polish abruptly stuck between the doors. Mika knew in an instant who it was. “ Mika where are you going tonight?” Ferid spoke teasingly. “ Crowley, Krul and I are going out for some drinks would you care to join us?” Of course Ferid’s asking, but his eyes say otherwise. His piercing gaze basically screaming ‘Come with us!!!’ “ There is no way in hell I would ever go anywhere with you.” Mika sneered his eyes going dark with the intent to kill. “ So get out of this damn elevator or so help me Ferid, you will not make it down alive.” “ Mika, Mikaaaaa why do you have to be so mean?” Ferid responded with a fake whimper he knew Mika couldn't really do anything. That only helped fuel Mika’s anger which was clearly obvious. His eyebrow twitching every now and then, his hands curled into fists, as his muscles tensed under his suit waiting to beat the silver haired man down. Ferid took note of his actions. “ Hmph, I guess I'll take the next one then. Your tempers’ gotten worse and being around you already is bringing me down. Too bad your not coming with me, see you tomorrowwwww.” He then exited the elevator waving as the doors closed. “ I wish I could be there to see his face when I don't show up for work tomorrow. Hehehehe, hahaHAHAHA!” Mika erupted in laughter kind of sounding like a maniac ignoring the annoying elevator music as he went further down reaching his floor. “ This is gonna be one hell of a vacation.” He chuckled lowly as he left the building. Mika’s penthouse was right across the street from where he worked at. He thought that if he lived close enough to work he wouldn't have to worry about traffic or waking up late because he would be right there in 4 minutes flat. There was an elevator in the 5 story building that took him straight to his door. He walked into the front doors and made his way towards the elevator shaft. “ Does my life revolve around elevators? Well I guess I do have ups and downs every now and then.” He chuckled at his pun that very much described his life. He again waited staring at nothing but the arrow at the top of the doors as he made his way up. He entered his penthouse with a sigh, nothing was really exciting anymore. Well at least he isn't poor on the street begging for change and he doesn't have to worry about food anymore. He just can't pin what he was missing. Like there was a hole inside his chest that was just empty and every time he thought about it, it would give him a sinking feeling. “ hmm……. I know what will cheer me up!” He said excitedly. He took out his phone and quickly looked through his apps as he found Pandora. He tapped on the icon waiting while he grabbed his earbuds out of his pockets. He loved listening to music especially since it would always play random and you never knew what song came up. He fist pumped and yelled “YES!” as Trouble by Cage the Elephant came on. “ I fucking love this song!!!” His feet tapped away as the familiar sound of a piano playing filled Mika's head. His mind was no longer there as he closed his eyes and sung in time with the lyrics. Woooh………. Wooooooooh….. Wooooooh….. He repeated the action about 9 more times loving every second because God knows that he loves that sound. His mind pieces together the picture that was being painted with its melodious voice. Mika’s voice was low and calming slowly increasing in volume as it rang out and echoed through the room. We were at table by the window, the viewwww……. Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through…… Spoke a lot of words I don't know if I spoke the truth…. Got so much to lose, Got so much to prove, God don't let me loose my mind. Trouble on my left trouble on my right I've been facing trouble almost all my life My sweet love won't you pull me through? Everywhere I look I catch a glimpse of you I said it was love and I did it for life, did it for you Mika sang the lyrics with great passion feeling like the song saw through his soul. He moved rhythmically with the beat listening to the song as it kept playing. As it sang “ the wicked get no rest” he pointed at himself and laughed aloud. Mika didn't really know how to dance, but when he gets into a song his body moves almost instinctively. He shook his hips from side to side and ran his fingers through his blonde locks. He pointed left and right when the song started it's chorus again. “ trouble on my left, trouble on my right. I've been facing trouble almost all my life.” He shook his head signaling a yes, he has been facing trouble his whole life. As he twirled around feeling like a graceful ballerina. He paused the song for a moment. He hadn't left his living room throughout the whole song, he opened his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips with a fun idea popping into his head. He ran up the stairs into his room and flung the fancy woolen blankets off his king sized bed. Knocking some things off his dresser in the process and yanked his mattress off of its stand. He then dragged it through the halls to the top of the stair case. Where he pressed play on his touch screen sitting in the middle of the bed before proceeding with his plan. The song came on “my sweet love won't you pull me through?” it sang it's lyrics as Mika leaned down gripping the mattress as best as he could before he went sliding down the staircase. The air hit his face blowing his long blonde hair back. He looked out at the balcony where the wall connecting to. the penthouse was made of glass. He watched the stars shine and sparkling here and there and for a moment it felt like Mika was flying. He spoke “ I did for love, I did it for life, I did it for you.” The mattress got caught on the staircase as it flung Mika through the air doing a complete backflip. “ Oh shit.” Was all he said before he came crashing down on his couch. He slammed his back into the couches wooden frame tears rolling down his cheeks as he bit his lip blocking any scream from coming out. He collapsed on the floor watching as his eyes grew heavy before finally closing. Mika's phone screen cracked, his earbuds long gone as it played its last lyrics “ God don't let me loose, my mind.”