(A/N: Whew. A lot of things have been happening right now at the manga especially with the TR leaks circulating recently online. But one thing is for sure, I will not abandon this multi chaptered Doramitsu fic. What started out on a whim will now turn into a full-fledged five-chapter story. I will still update and finish this although intermittently as I'm also trying to finish my other WIP fics and other one-shot requests. Nevertheless, Doramitsu will always have a special place in my heart so I'll always put effort in the chapters that I will create for them. I hope you enjoy this new chapter as much as I did when writing this).
His eyes swept away at the sleek style and modernity of the house in front of him. The structure was composed of creamy white walls and glass panels that Draken swore was probably worth more than the interior of his own shop at the city.
A low whistle slipped past from his lips as Draken studied the beautiful abode in front of him. He knew that their customer was a bit well-off considering from the regal design of his calling card alone, but he didn't realize that he was this loaded and upscale.
He took a deep breath and steadied himself. No used to ogle at a simple yet magnificent house when he should be doing what he should do here. And that was purely business and nothing else. Draken finally approached the doorstep and ring the doorbell.
He waited for a few seconds.
That turned into a few minutes which made him frown.
He tried to ring the doorbell again impatiently.
He heard some shuffling and grumbling from the other side.
"Damn it. Why did it have to be now when Luna and Mana is currently at school, and someone is pestering me again already..." His voice was deep yet husky and scratchy at the same time.
Draken didn't know whether to scowl or completely ignore the unknown male's remarks. In the end, he tried to keep his cool intact and went for a neutral, professional look on his face as he reminded himself that he's here to collect the full payment of their services for their customer's bike.
"Do you need something? You've been ringing the doorbell thrice now so I'm hoping that this is a matter of life-or-death situation." Mitsuya's gravelly voice and sunken appearance greeted his line of sight upon opening the door and stared dully at him.
Whatever words that he should've said that instant died on his throat as Draken took in the young man's appearance before him.
The man was a complete mess. His clothes were crumpled like a piece of paper while his silver locks were in complete disarray that was beyond the definition of a bedhead. He had a shadow already that's about to form into a faint stubble on his face. And his frame was frail and wiry. Jesus Christ. Has this man even stepped outside his house to breathe in some fresh air or to walk around the neighborhood?
Nevertheless, even if his eyes were pale and lacked an ounce of emotion, he found out that it was still striking and tantalizing to look at due to its prismatic shade of violet that's akin to a fresh bouquet of lavender flowers in a field. Draken tried not to make himself an idiot in front of him as he forced himself to speak up.
Draken showed him the bill containing the remaining balance for their services. "Not really. You're Mitsuya Takashi right? This is regarding your bike that you brought to our repair shop the other week. It's already repaired but you haven't picked it up yet and paid the remaining balance for our services. Tried to contact you on the given number on your calling card but no one's answering. So might as well drop here for a quick visit and chat about it." Draken inwardly congratulated himself for not stammering through his words and kept a straight face even though he was beginning to feel unnerve by the man's lackadaisical yet judging gaze on him.
