Five Years Later
Max awoke in his room shortly after the sunlight had begun to leak through the mini-blinds on his window. He laid in a large bed with white sheets and a half dozen pillows. He sat up and watched the dust trickle through the beams of light that came through the window and hit the floor near the left side of his bed. He reached over toward the nightstand and picked up a pack of cigarettes. He opened it and took out a cigarette and his lighter. He took out another cigarette and placed in behind his ear. He lit up the other and inhaled slowly. He could hear the crackling of the burning tobacco as he let in the smoke. The ash tray was a simple glass one and had been cleaned recently. It sparkled even in the morning light. Max heard footsteps outside his door and quickly put out his cigarette.
The door to the right of the bed opened and a flood of light poured into the room making the beams of sunlight vanish and the dust nigh impossible to see. There stood Vergil. Vergil was tall, just a few inches shorter than Max. He wore tight, black pants and white tank top. He was fairly scrawny but he was still strong despite his appearance. He also had short, fluffy hair that was bright pink. "Are you awake Light?" he asked half whining. "We need to get going soon."
"Yeah. I'm awake," Max said slowly and sleepily. "Just give me a few minutes okay Verge?"
"No. You! Get out of bed and get in the shower," Vergil said pointing at the door towards the foot of the bed. "Hurry the hell up so we aren't laaate." Max stared at him for a moment with a blank look on his face.
"Why's your hair pink?"
"GET IN THE SHOWER!"
"Fine, jeez. But afterwards, I want answers."
"Oh har har, stop being a smart-ass."
Max got out of bed and went into the bathroom. It was small with a sink to the right of the door and a toilet right after the sink. A bathtub was on the left. There wasn't even a towel rack. Max picked a towel out of the ones in the cabinet under the sink and placed it on the sink. He took off his pajama bottoms and boxers, placed the cigarette that was behind his ear on the towel, and turned on the shower.
"Are you done yet?" cried Vergil.
"No man I just turned it on, give me a few minutes."
Max took his shower, got out, dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and placed the cigarette behind his ear again. He picked up the pajamas and boxers and went back into his bedroom. Vergil grabbed the clothes from his and tossed them over his shoulder into the hamper that was beside the bed. He turned to his left and opened the closet. Max went over to the dress to the right of the bathroom door and put on some new boxers, got a pair of socks out, and tossed them on the bed. Vergil stared at his clothes in the closet. "You sure like black."
"You're just now figuring that out? Four years of working with me, and now, now you figure it out," the sarcasm was heavy in Max's voice this fine morning.
Vergil shuffled through the several suits and black shirts in the closet. "Oh ho, what's this? A white suit? For what occasion? A funeral?"
"Shut up and hand me my clothes," Max sounded a bit put off. "Get your gay ass downstairs and tell Dante to warm up the car...oh, and is there breakfast?"
"There was until you called me gay," now Vergil was a bit put off as he handed Max a black suit.
"But you are gay...but still, what's with the pink hair?" Max asked as he put on the black pants.
"You were being negative with the term, so no breakfast. As far as the hair goes, well, you remember the Hern incident?"
"That was yesterday, so yes," Max was getting impatient as he pulled on his black shirt trying not to knock the cigarette off his ear.
"You remember how all that blood got on my hair? Anyway we had to bleach it to get it out, and I didn't want white hair, so I kinda randomly chose pink," Vergil said with a smile.
"Okay, but if anyone laughs today because of it, then you have to change it," Max was trying to be serious and trying not to laugh at the same time.
"Fine, see you in the car then, Light."
Vergil shut the door behind him as he left and Max put on his black tie. He grabbed his black shoes from under is bed and slipped them on. He opened a drawer in the nightstand and grabbed a pair of mirrored sunglasses and put them in his shirt pocket. He checked mentally to make sure he had everything, picked up the steel attache case next to the door, and walked downstairs to greet the new day.
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I actually had to go back and edit a previous entry to fix a contradiction, but it's nothing major, mostly an imagery type thing that no one will probably pick up on unless you heard me talking about it.
New style here, trying to go uber descriptive. Please tell me how you like it, or if it's still not descriptive enough, or if this is too much. I had assumed last time that people knew what warehouses looked like, but I guess I was wrong about that, and should've been better about it.
I'm cutting it off here for now because it is late, thus the writing is probably crap, and I need to wake up fairly early for a TKE meeting at 2pm, so yeah. More to come because I've been thinking about this for a long time without being able to update since I hadn't reread what I had written prior for notes.