The cerulean sky was clear today, with that blinding sun planted in center of the sky and glaring down on the people of Earthland. Normally, for Louie Calvin Klein, the sun was merely an accessory there to brighten his stage—a force that only complimented his own radiance. But today, he hated its heat. Louie hated it. He hated what had just happened, he hated that guild, and he hated that he let it unfold in the way that it had. The way the sun's heat made him feel humid and stuffy in his torn clothes soiled with liquor and alcohol, and how beaten he looked on his way home to his private suite. He hated it.
Thud!
A bright red sports car pulled up to a luxurious looking hotel, and from it, Louie stepped out and slammed the door shut. He had a dark look on his face, a wave of silent anger visible in his expression as he stormed into the building. quickly walking past the employees at the receptionist's desk. Both of them stared at him with a shocked expression at the state of not only his clothes, but the wounds revealed underneath, and with how quickly Louie had passed them by and that dark look on his face, neither of them had a chance of asking if he was okay and were hesitant to even ask at all.
Louie took the elevator up to the highest floor, glaring at the closed doors until that familiar buzz rang in his ears. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a luxuriously decorated corridor, lined with vacant suites, and Louie's well-dressed chauffeur, William, standing in front of his private suite with a startled look on his face.
"Mister Klein..." started William, a tinge of concern visible on his face as he began to step over to Louie with a handkerchief ready to go. But Louie brushed past him, carelessly bumping into his shoulder as he placed his keycard over the lock. "Mister Klein, is everything alright—"
"Another word, couchon, and you're fired." Louie interrupted him, not giving him so much as a glance. There was a silent pause between the two before the familiar click of the door unlocking broke the silence, opening as Louie stormed in.
Without hesitation, the first place Louie went to was his shower. He quickly undressed as he got there, leaving a trail of soiled clothes scattered across the floor until they'd eventually stop at the bathroom door. The squeak of the shower knobs, followed by the pleasant hiss of the water pouring through the rainfall showerhead drowned Louie in sounds of water. He felt the hot droplets run through his golden hair, along his long, smooth arms, and embrace his hips with its heat. The dark look on his face remained, and like a set of scales, the young multimillionaire was suddenly thrown off-balance.
"AGH! Hnnngh...!!" he croaked with pain, crashing into the shower floor on his knees and hugging his chest. Blood began to trickle from his mouth, running down his chest and floating down the drain. After his scuffle with Vandrad just twenty minutes before, it was no doubt that at least a few ribs had broken. But even then, Louie hadn't made a sound. He refused to make a peep that had even a small chance of satisfying that brute, but unfortunately, not even the great Louie Calvin Klein could stifle that pain for too much longer. He could feel himself fold like a card table, agonized groans filling the bathroom, and washed away underneath the noise of the water. Alone in the shower, Louie sat there for a long time.
Knock-knock!
Suddenly, the noise of knuckles tapping against the door could be heard over the water. Louie didn't look up, continuing to wince at his feet. At first, he didn't even respond, but when the knocking came again, Louie could feel himself become too annoyed by the sound to dismiss it.
"What?!" he shouted through the sound of the shower, hearing his voice echo throughout the bathroom. The door creaked open only slightly, revealing the white-gloved hand of William on the knob.
"Mister Klein, you've been—"
"Je jure devant Dieu, I told you to say nothing! Rien!" Louie snapped at him.
"It's your father, Mister Klein—Julian Calvin Klein has summoned you to a dinner party in Napedia."
"What?" Louie stared at William's blurred image through the fogged glass doors with a look of confusion and disgust on his face. "Why would I ever go to see that man? Whatever invitation or call you receive, just dismiss it!"
"Yes, Mister Klein, but unfortunately..." William trailed off, and Louie's eyes narrowed fractionally.
"Unfortunately what? Spit it out!" Louie demanded, still holding his chest.
"They've sent sorcerers that can directly transport you to Napedia, Mister Klein. They said they would be coming back in an hour."
Louie stared through the fogged glass doors with a baffled look on his face. Unlike a private jet or perhaps an invitation by letter, he knew that he could not ignore sorcerers sent for him alone. In fact, it would have been harder to avoid them than to just go to that silly dinner party.
"Zut," Louie cursed underneath his breath, spitting out the blood that had collected in his mouth and onto the drain, "get my white suit and call a medic or something. I don't care. Just make sure it's done within the next fifteen minutes! Oui?! Now get out!"
"Of course, Mister Klein." William replied, clicking the door shut and leaving Louie alone in the bathroom once again. Although the blonde had always had a short fuse with his employees, he seemed especially brisk today. Feeling the hot water pour onto his body helped clear his head, but was far from relieving him of the pain. It was terrible stress that he was undeserving of upholding the burden of, but even he had to admit that he needed to polish his blade.
Angry, frustrated, and eyes clouded with thoughts of hatred, Louie twisted the shower knob and stifled the pour of the steamy-hot water. He wiped away the vapor on the glass, staring at his glaring eyes in his reflection.
Thud!
A bright red sports car pulled up to a luxurious looking hotel, and from it, Louie stepped out and slammed the door shut. He had a dark look on his face, a wave of silent anger visible in his expression as he stormed into the building. quickly walking past the employees at the receptionist's desk. Both of them stared at him with a shocked expression at the state of not only his clothes, but the wounds revealed underneath, and with how quickly Louie had passed them by and that dark look on his face, neither of them had a chance of asking if he was okay and were hesitant to even ask at all.
Louie took the elevator up to the highest floor, glaring at the closed doors until that familiar buzz rang in his ears. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a luxuriously decorated corridor, lined with vacant suites, and Louie's well-dressed chauffeur, William, standing in front of his private suite with a startled look on his face.
"Mister Klein..." started William, a tinge of concern visible on his face as he began to step over to Louie with a handkerchief ready to go. But Louie brushed past him, carelessly bumping into his shoulder as he placed his keycard over the lock. "Mister Klein, is everything alright—"
"Another word, couchon, and you're fired." Louie interrupted him, not giving him so much as a glance. There was a silent pause between the two before the familiar click of the door unlocking broke the silence, opening as Louie stormed in.
Without hesitation, the first place Louie went to was his shower. He quickly undressed as he got there, leaving a trail of soiled clothes scattered across the floor until they'd eventually stop at the bathroom door. The squeak of the shower knobs, followed by the pleasant hiss of the water pouring through the rainfall showerhead drowned Louie in sounds of water. He felt the hot droplets run through his golden hair, along his long, smooth arms, and embrace his hips with its heat. The dark look on his face remained, and like a set of scales, the young multimillionaire was suddenly thrown off-balance.
"AGH! Hnnngh...!!" he croaked with pain, crashing into the shower floor on his knees and hugging his chest. Blood began to trickle from his mouth, running down his chest and floating down the drain. After his scuffle with Vandrad just twenty minutes before, it was no doubt that at least a few ribs had broken. But even then, Louie hadn't made a sound. He refused to make a peep that had even a small chance of satisfying that brute, but unfortunately, not even the great Louie Calvin Klein could stifle that pain for too much longer. He could feel himself fold like a card table, agonized groans filling the bathroom, and washed away underneath the noise of the water. Alone in the shower, Louie sat there for a long time.
Knock-knock!
Suddenly, the noise of knuckles tapping against the door could be heard over the water. Louie didn't look up, continuing to wince at his feet. At first, he didn't even respond, but when the knocking came again, Louie could feel himself become too annoyed by the sound to dismiss it.
"What?!" he shouted through the sound of the shower, hearing his voice echo throughout the bathroom. The door creaked open only slightly, revealing the white-gloved hand of William on the knob.
"Mister Klein, you've been—"
"Je jure devant Dieu, I told you to say nothing! Rien!" Louie snapped at him.
"It's your father, Mister Klein—Julian Calvin Klein has summoned you to a dinner party in Napedia."
"What?" Louie stared at William's blurred image through the fogged glass doors with a look of confusion and disgust on his face. "Why would I ever go to see that man? Whatever invitation or call you receive, just dismiss it!"
"Yes, Mister Klein, but unfortunately..." William trailed off, and Louie's eyes narrowed fractionally.
"Unfortunately what? Spit it out!" Louie demanded, still holding his chest.
"They've sent sorcerers that can directly transport you to Napedia, Mister Klein. They said they would be coming back in an hour."
Louie stared through the fogged glass doors with a baffled look on his face. Unlike a private jet or perhaps an invitation by letter, he knew that he could not ignore sorcerers sent for him alone. In fact, it would have been harder to avoid them than to just go to that silly dinner party.
"Zut," Louie cursed underneath his breath, spitting out the blood that had collected in his mouth and onto the drain, "get my white suit and call a medic or something. I don't care. Just make sure it's done within the next fifteen minutes! Oui?! Now get out!"
"Of course, Mister Klein." William replied, clicking the door shut and leaving Louie alone in the bathroom once again. Although the blonde had always had a short fuse with his employees, he seemed especially brisk today. Feeling the hot water pour onto his body helped clear his head, but was far from relieving him of the pain. It was terrible stress that he was undeserving of upholding the burden of, but even he had to admit that he needed to polish his blade.
Angry, frustrated, and eyes clouded with thoughts of hatred, Louie twisted the shower knob and stifled the pour of the steamy-hot water. He wiped away the vapor on the glass, staring at his glaring eyes in his reflection.
"Tch."
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Rien = Nothing
Je jure devant Dieu = I swear to God
Zut = Damn
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Rien = Nothing
Je jure devant Dieu = I swear to God
Zut = Damn
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