Top Secret Files of a Mental Fugitive, Exposed

[Alright people, for a change of pace, I wrote down a random scribble here about my characters. I always wanted to do a series on them, but I did not know how to start.

So here, I finally pulled out something of my head for the rest of BL to see. Read, review and relax. Comments are strongly encouraged.]

"Jesus Christ, man. You shouldn't play that game if it only makes you feel bad." He said to the person right behind him, just before he bites the filter of a cigarette with his lips. He then flicked his fingers at the other end of the stick in his mouth, which produced a spit of flame comparable to that coming from a lighter. The little flame lit up the free end of the stick, which made it smolder. He then inhaled at the filter of the cigarette, then blew the smoke out after he took it away from his lips. "For fucks sake, man. It's like telling a suicidal guy to go kill himself."

"But Neo," the other man replied, not facing the person who was beside him and reclining on the sofa's armchair. He was instead seemingly focused on the laptop in front of him, as he added more numbers to the spreadsheet opened on the laptop's LCD screen by typing. "Yukina recommended me this game. I've read many books before and I wouldn't sort out the ones I want if I didn't listen to recommendations. She said that it was like a typical novel and it wouldn't hurt to give something new a try. So I did play it." He then picked up the metal flask on the coffee table in front of him and drank from it. After he puts down the flask on the table, he returns to typing more numbers on the spreadsheet, with an almost frustrated look on his face.

"Oh yeaah. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try, she said. It was like any other fucking novel, she said." Neo then puffed another billow of smoke from his mouth. "That's what she said! Now look at you, Ratt. I know you. And I noticed that you were drinking more from the flask than usual. And you drink whenever you feel bad, man. I mean, when I am asked about the guy named Rattus Engels, I think 'Oh, that guy could shoot you dead and dump your body in the middle of the forest to be eaten by wolves or bears without battling a fucking eyelash.' Am I supposed to be add 'But he feels really sad whenever he plays a game involving fucking cripples'? You shouldn't have played that game."

Rattus then stopped typing numbers and turned his head towards Neo. "If only I knew that the game was about disabled people, I couldn't have played it at all. But I had no idea, Neo. I was caught off-guard and unprepared by the story. Oh sure, Emi's revelation was painfully predictable, but the story managed to make me feel..." He was at loss for words, seemingly confused.

"Depressed?" Neo said his guess.

"No, no. Guilty." Rattus corrected him. "The way she dealt with her problem managed to make me feel guilty, along with the dumb girl." He then tipped his glasses by the bridge and went back to his work on the spreadsheet.

"Oh, you feel bad about Bacon Face now too, huh?" He replied with a sardonic tone and expression. And he followed it with "Well...I guess you are really afraid of what will happen to people if they survived the Cremato-"

"NEO." The man in glasses intervened Neo's snarking with a raised tone and full seriousness, instantly turning his head towards him to face Neo. The smoker did entertain the eye contact, as he turns to the side and looks back at him. "I am not talking about the burned girl. I am talking about the dumb girl, the one with glasses and competitiveness."

Neo then blew out another cloud of smoke, but didn't immediately bite on the filter again. He then asked Rattus with an amused expression. "Are you fucking serious, man?" He then looked away from him and shook his head negatively, as if he was thinking that Rattus is amusingly hopeless. "First of all, we don't call the deaf as dumb no more, okay? Second, are you saying that you fucked Misha too?! What a news, man!"

"Misha who?" Rattus asked him, still focused on the screen.

"W-wait, what?!" Neo then snapped out of his amusement, switching his expression to a questioning surprise. "I mean, what do you mean by 'Misha who', Ratt? She's the fucking interpreter of that deaf girl, man! The pudgy one with dem curls! Don't you remember her no more?"

"Oh, that one." He replied with a indifferent tone. "No, I didn't chose the 'Comfort' option. If I was in main character's situation, I wouldn't like her one bit as she is overtly loud and unwarranted, but I will tolerate her due to professional reasons. But I found Misha contemptible as a person."

"Okay. I guess you still don't like lesbos? But man, everyone likes her and wants an H-scene with her and here you are, casually telling me that you don't like her and you rejected her scene." He then inhaled from the filter again and released the smoke from his mouth by simply opening it, only slightly exhaling.

The man in glasses then picked up the metal flask from the table, beside the laptop. "Well, that doesn't mean I have to like her. You know the only thing numbers could give someone is strength and safety, not quality." He opened the flask and drank from it afterwards, before placing it beside the laptop again.

"So yeah." The smoker said while the cigarette was still in his mouth, as he reaches inside his leather jacket and pulls out a small and unframed square mirror. "What are your plans now, Ratt? By what you are sayin', it seems that you liked Shizune's route the most." He then looked at his reflection and started to move a few strands in the bangs of his blonde hair to the side.

"Jawhol. I liked her story the most, next to the girl with no legs." Rattus sharply affirmed.

Neo then kept his mirror back to his leather jacket and removed the cigarette from his mouth to hold it. "What, you gonna set your goals and put your mind into it? You gonna do it for 'her'?"

"No." He replied. "I am going to re-read Machiavelli and von Clausewitz one of these days, maybe Kant. These feelings are not helpful to the morale of a professional and are therefore useless. I might need to keep them someday in case I need to gain support from an potential benefactor or associate but for now, it is not needed." Rattus then typed a few more numbers on the spreadsheet's cells, before examining the whole file itself. When he finally concluded that the inventory spreadsheet was complete, he saved the file, closed the window, turned off the laptop and put it back in his metal attache case. He then picked up the hip flask, put it inside his black suit and then stood up, carrying the attache case in his hand. He has about to leave the living room, but he then asked Neo first. "How about you, what are you plans for now?"

"Me? Well, since I am done with selling mah harvest this week, I'm just going to play Saints Row 3 while waiting for GTA 5 or Broquest. You know, those plants ain't gonna grow that fast, even if I already poured a growth accelerator on them." The blonde smoker then inhaled the filter of his cigarette and quickly puffed out the smoke. "So yeah, more video games."

Rattus then put down his attache case on top of the coffee table to adjust his tie. "Alright, I guess I have to leave for now. The board of directors and the main shareholders have a meeting regarding our plans for the next month. If you see Yukina, tell her that I want to borrow her copy of Kana Little Sister and I will give her my copy of I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream."

"The uncensored one?" Neo asked.

"Yes. The German release is unwinnable." After he was done adjusting the tightness of his tie, he picked up the attache case and walked out of the living room, and the manor.

The blonde was left alone in the living room, still smoking his halfway done stick. He then placed his cigarette on the notches of the ashtray in the coffee table, then headed towards the kitchen, saying "I want some whiskey."