Chapter 8.5(gag chap): An Old Man's Woes
Ace's POV
A week since I came back to the Michael's Main Manor in the Capital, The overpayed doctors casually diagnosed my embarrassing stint as a social withdrawal due to 'suddenly meeting new people after 20 years of isolation.'
like hell!
what do they think of Joanne, her tone deaf band mates and even the strange guest?! Are they not people?! are they casually saying that me myself, whom I conveniently posted as my own 'father, not human?!
My mom, (who I coaxed to let me call her mom too by using the orphan sympathy card ) was obviously not convinced, but since she also didn't know and can't explain what happened, she temporarily accepted that it's 'a psychological thing so it's hard to explain'
I was freight(yeah, just like a baggage) with only me, Joanne, my mom, a bodyguard, an attendant and the pilots.
the rest, together with the Anaconda, were left behind.
ha! if only he was left there permanently and just let him roam in the wild...
long story short, after I came back, I was treated like a too-fragile-it-might-suddenly-die young master. maids weren't even allowed to come too close to me.
they totally treats me like a mental patient here.
I get up from the bed and walk straight to the shower.
I can't keep this up.
I have to coax them to let me enter the company.
the more time I'm idling, the more time that Anaconda have to do whatever the fuck he intends to do.
Also, for my mental health. I'll probably end up legit crazy if this continued.
I already wrack my head up from the time I woke up but i still can't find the reason why Rick killed me. based on his personality, he wouldn't finish me since he could still use me. This may sound pathetic but my biggest asset is my very own identity. What he did was out of character and that confuses the hell out of me.
And when I think about it, Even the last words he told me was weird. I wouldn't take him for a talkative villain on Tv series. he's more of the 'sneeking on your back and shoot you' type traitor.
It's just so out of character I started thinking he's probably possessed.
But this is not the time to waste analyzing that bastard. Whatever happened or whatever shit went on his brain, he's still a murderous scum bitch villain. I should just take a bath.
after bathing, I walk to the massive closet. damn, it was even bigger than the room! I don't even remember my former closet getting close to this.
I stood in front of the mirror holding a plain white shirt. everyday, Joanne makes sure to 'help' me choose my clothes.
and everyday, it's just quite... ahmm...
I don't even know how to say it, it's just foreign to me, I guess...?
like the one I'm holding right now, yes, it does look good and comfortable. I just wonder where did the freakin collar of the shirt go?
should I just tie the tie around my bare neck? or should I use it like a shawl?
god...
anyway, just beat it! I do find it strange but Joanne says it's fashion!
I just put it on together with the suit pants and sneakers(yeah, it's fashion).
Sign...maybe I'm just too outdated.
tsk, young people nowadays...
*knock knock*
oh, it's already 8 o'clock, huh?
unlike 3 days ago, I didn't even bother to open the door.
That cute little miss always open the door after two knocks anyway.
ALWAYS. whether you let her in or not.
"Ace~~ Time for breakfast~~" I could already hear her voice inside the room
"A moment." I put the comb down and buttoned the cuffs of my 'shirt'.
"Wait," Joanne directly walk in my closet and took the comb from me.
I really can't help but worry for this girl's lack of personal space. I made a mental note to help her deal with that in the future.
in the future. coz it's cute.
I don't have any choice but let her drag me back in front of the mirror again. I'm good at learning. I already learnt by heart that I don't have a say on my own appearance. My cousin called dibs on being my stylist. I don't really have any choice.
Joanne made me crouch as she brush my hair... down...
"Whoa!" I tried to stop her but she just slapped my hand and continued brushing my hair.. down...
what in the...
My damn hair pokes my eyes like this!!!
even before I utter a complain, I was shut down by her. "It's fashion."
I want to cry but has no tears.
I just curse in my mind, a resounding 'Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!!!!!'
So, is fashion synonymous to strange?! why would you even brush your hair down and let it poke your eyes?!
So, being fashionable is making you look beautiful while ignoring the discomfort and the norm?!
"Yosh! Sooo handsome!!!!!"
when I look at myself in the mirror, the desire to cry grew larger.
this is handsome?! in my time, it's called 'Bowlhead'!!! it's not the classic one that looks like a wig but it's still a bowlhead!!! why, god, why?!
even before I could recover, I was dragged down to the dining room.
shit shit shit.
everyone's gawking at me!
'Fuck, i'm ugly!' the pitiful me inside cried out.
Maybe I'm still the same naive Gerald. Why did I even believe this girl?!
Is this the popular trope of the villain sister/cousin/step-whatever bullying the long lost rich daughter?
I could only obediently sit down beside my mother while Joanne sat happily on her other side.
"Grandma!! Doesn't Ace look waaaaaaay better than K-pop stars????" Joanne even had the guts to ridicule me sarcastically in front of my own Mom!
What the Fuck is that K Pup Stars?! are they small crossed eyed puppies?! do I look even worse than those little fugly bitches?! (a/n: I don't fucking mean this. I love kpop)
Mom!!! That girl's bullying your son!!!!
more to my heartache, my Mom even smiled gently and nod her head. She even stretch her arm and lovingly caressed my bowl head. "Of course, he looks just like his father. Even your favorite Lee Min Ho and Gong Yoo wouldn't dare hold a candle to him."
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!! Now, even my mother's speaking Alien!!
Ace, who completely lost his last faith to humanity and swore to find a person who would save him from his cousin's 'eccentric fashion', vow to look for an assistant and immediately convince his Mother to let him enter the business to do just that.
this is a fucking emergency.
it has to be done fast.
LIGHTNING FAST.
like, RIGHT NOW.
I shoot up from my seat and eagerly start step one.
"MOM!" every breathing being inside were surprise by the 'delicate' young master's almost hysterical call.
but, even before anything register to their brains, I shoot up again.
" PLEASE LET ME GO TO WORK!!!!!I PROMISE I'LL DO MY BEST!I'LL MAKE IT PROSPER!I'LL MAKE IT THE TOP ENTERPRISE IN THE WHOLE WORLD ! OF COURSE YOU WOULD LOVE TO! THANK YOU!"
My excitement even Spooked the maid and countless plates and dishes where wasted.
Before they even had the chance to complain, I immediately kiss my Mom goodbye (ignore that brat Joanne), dash out of the dining hall and ran to the driver and drag him to the garage.
I am quite sure that the Bentley's Window almost shattered from the force I exerted when I closed the door after I threw the driver inside and jumped in.
If someone saw me like this, they might just think I am getting chased my a ghost. or a monster. Or a family that I don't understand anymore.
I ran my fingers to my hair to try to fix the bowlhead while I hurriedly 'requested' the driver, "Please Take me to the Company immediately! Please!"
Please hurry the damn up before I go crazy from my own house!!
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A/N: This is a filler chap. Don't take this too seriously.