Doll (MikaYuu)

♦07♦ - "Mika"

"Therefore," Mikaela suddenly snapped out of it, leaning forward with his elbows rested on his knees. "He could help me maneuver further into my online courses, since they all seem to be electronic. You know I have a weak spot for that."

"Mhm," his boss slightly chuckled. So far, I believed we were winning. Or so I presumed. "Yuichiro, do you have experience in data defense and the maintenance of file keeping? In or out of a database, that is."

I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound in my neck. "As in protection of computer stored data, sir? Slightly," I shakily said. "I do keep organized databases, though. My computer at home is spotless."

I'm sure that that wasn't the least bit of what he wanted to hear, but I hoped it got me somewhere. He bit down on his lip in contemplation, scratching his head.

"Yuichiro's job will be very simple, under my demands, sir. He will only aid me away from the complexities; I will leave that up to you masterminds," Mikaela retaliated, nervously twiddling with his ringed finger again.

"What do you suggest he do?"

I listened eagerly. "I will have him as a busboy, for start. Do the simple things, much like favors for me when asked. My coffee carrier, escort to and fro. I could tour him so he leads me away from unwanted publicists."

"And what experience does he have with contact defense?"

Now he had me. I had none. I was fairly strong for my age, but I could not defend him if he were mobbed. Then again, Mikaela told me lying was my option, too. I had already slipped up on one chance.

"I'm pretty advanced in that. I played on defense a lot in my school's soccer team," I lied straight through my teeth, sweating profusely. I never even played soccer once in my life. How similar was an opponent to a crazed journalist with pens, notepads, cameras, and microphones all jammed in his face? Mikaela pinched the bridge of his nose. He could tell I attempted to lie.

"You do realize you have to avoid him cameras, interviews, and interrogations when he insists so, correct?" he carefully asked me like I was missing the entire point of this whole interview. I nodded, pulling my lips into my mouth.

"Once I memorize the routes around the building, I could maneuver him into safety zones." I claimed, not sure if I could actually do it as easy as I made it sound.

"If anything, I will call Harvid," Mikaela interjected timidly. "Yuichiro can aid me in many more pursuits than said. Trust me, I will make use of him."

His last sentence sounded awkwardly sexual and suggestive, making me force back an immature smile with all of my might. Like he would mean that.

"Mikaela, I'm getting a premonition that Yuichiro would not last very long here, and will not aid you of much," he spoke with a pusillanimous voice that laced with doubt directed towards me. I couldn't even backfire, not aloud at least, because he was right. How would I be of use to Mikaela? I could not suggest anything because I had no idea as to what he truly had in mind for use of me.

"Sir, I can promise you that Yuichiro will come to my needs, and that there will be a time that no one else can come to my support but him, at what point he will become very useful to my tasks." Mikaela seemed to be linking his words with a specific job he intended for me, like he had assigned for me a task that only my skills could complete. I was listening timorously, trying to pick up on his hints.

"And if he comes to fail those needs?" his boss pressed, leaning forward slightly.

"He will not." Mikaela sounded stern and serious, like confidence had suddenly erupted from deep inside of him. I could tell he knew what he was doing again by his voice and his stance, and he didn't even bother to glance over at me. "Not under my command."

"Well," the boss began, leaning back in his chair. "I still think this is a very bland plan, and it lacks support and advancements, but the worst that could happen is he gets expelled and this whole thing was a waste of time. I believe it is up to you to finish your decision, Mikaela."

The blond beauty turned to face me, in which I turned to face him nervously. He looked seriously at me, like he were trying to send me words although I could not understand them. "I want you as my personal assistant - do you confirm with this?"

"Yes." There was no other answer to respond with. We've come too far to even consider denying, and that would've been the most illogical thing to do since I was on the yearning drought for money. Without his help or not, I could find my place in here somehow, even if it were the weirdest job I thought I'd never land.

"We'll see where this goes," the boss cleared his throat, getting up from his chair. "I'll be right back, I need the papers."

After he was gone, Mikaela sighed in relief, plopped back in his chair and covered his face. He murmured something in French that I could not understand, my guess a prayer, but I awaited for his next words.

He looked over at me after a moment of his prayer, giving me a light smile. "Thank you, Yuki,"

I nodded, my face flushing at the sound of my nickname again. "Thank you for my job," I sighed in relief with a slight chuckle.

He was silent for a moment before he looked over and asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were excelled on the electronics?"

I shrugged, pursing my lips. "You never asked."

He sneered at me, but then smirked. We sat in silence for a moment, his boss returning soon with a white sheet of paper with information I needed to fill out. I definitely would be returning home tonight to show my mother this godly souvenir.

"Your data sheet. I suggest you fill it out and return it before Mikaela changes his thoughts," he calmly suggested, sliding me the sheet. I took it eagerly, holding my future in my hands. "I would also like to let you know that since these will be your very first days, I will still have another guard occasionally successfully aiding Mikaela instead. We do not know most everything on you, yet."

I nodded. Simple enough.

"Thank you, sir," Mikaela and I both wound up saying at the same time. We awkwardly looked at each other, then looked off awkwardly.

"See you around, Jeunesse," he dismissed, disappearing around the corner.

I planned to get back to the suburbs as fast as possible to get ready for my shift into the city. I still couldn't even believed I landed a job in this place. The realization hit me that'd I'd have to hermit out in a hotel until I found my own place nearby, which frightened me. But this was the push into growing up - my birthing vision of adulthood, and boy did I feel like a naked crab.

When we were just near the elevators again, Mikaela turned to face me.

"You did bring your cellphone, correct?" he pondered in a smooth tone, stuffing his hand in his pocket.

I nodded, sliding it out of my own pocket. "What for?"

"You need my number," he told me, waiting for me to get ready to jot it down.

"Oh, right." I was feeling flustered all over again as I opened up a new slot for him and I entered his number as he told me in the elevator. It looked weird as I finished, noticing that the numbers weren't split into threes, but four slots of two. "This doesn't look like a number..."

"It's a PIN," he said through a sigh, leaning back against the metal walls of the box. "You dial that with the city postcode and it'll link you directly to my estate in this building. I am free after 8, at what point I have a spare hour before bed. You can also text me through that PIN."

I made a noise of realization with a slight nod, walking out of the elevator as we stopped. "Fancy..." I slurred. "Thank you! I'll see you tomorrow, Mika,"

I had just turned to leave when he caught my wrist. I looked over my shoulder at him, expecting this reaction at his name.

"Why did you call me that?" he bashfully stuttered with a flustered face.

"'Cause," I laughed. "If I'm gonna know you for awhile, I've gotta give you a nickname."

After a moment, a tiny smile played across his lips.

ASDFGHJKL BYE.