"R-kun! RICKY!! - You're not burning the shirts again, are you now?"
[THUMP]
"Aah!.... Sir! No, SIR!"
"Good boy, Rick-kun... Good boy..."
'Ricky', winced at his boss' melodic voice from the other room while he hurriedly grabbed the hot iron from the carped floor where he'd dropped it in surprise. Pluff and thick oriental carpets... and the lush draperies of the extra-ordinaire five-star hotel made the air thick and extremely rich. Good for relaxing and enjoying the songs of the dollar-bills, sure, but veeeeeery dull to iron shirts in (as if iron shirts was ever entertaining). Rick "Ricky " Grey felt more like draping himself over one of the over-sized beds than check up on his boss' wardrobe. Damn that wardrobe. - HUGE!... And why the heck was he always carrying it around anyways? Correction, - Rick and the hotel personal was carrying it, his boss was just wearing it, once in a while. Maybe he SHOULD have stayed back home in his petty lil' birth town, kept up collage, and kept working in that McDonalds drive-thru. Groan.
"Ricky-san! Turn off that iron and get in here, will you please?"
Rick grumbled but did as told and dragged himself to the main room of the president-flat on looong slender legs that seemed to just recently have stopped aching from the growth of the teen years. However, he probably had a few inch left to grow still. Rick's Boss jokingly suggested from time to time that a few inches more skywards, and he would have trouble keeping his balance straight on a windy day.
"Aye, Sir. Ah'm here."
"Good good. Put on the TV please."
Rick blinked and looked at the wide-screen TV across the room from where he stood in the door opening into the 'living' room. Then he looked at the remote that lay on a small separate table, which were about four feet from his Boss' current position in the over-lush and king-sized sofa beside the doorframe. With a low sigh and look to his right side (towards the B-man), the young man took a step forward and picked up the remote. Uck. Sure, he was drowned in money, all big n' important -though strangely unknown to the public-, and always had an upper hand at everything... But gee... What a weirdo.
Rick allowed himself an inwardly groan and another sigh to comment on his Boss' look of the momentum. Even though he probably was older, he moved like a man in his 40's, but had a perfect body of a well-held thirty-year-old man in his best condition. It was strange enough, the way his boss was so... inhuman, yet human, in his appearance. - One did NOT have to add his HABITS, WAYS, and LIFESTYLE to it to make it worse. And let's not forget the wardrobe... that wardrobe. For the time being, his dear chief/master, and boss lay draped in the corner of the huge expensive sofa, wrapped up in a thick PINK bathrobe, head wrapped up equally in a PINK towel, feet on table clad in a pair of cavity-sweet-cute PINK bunny-slippers. All that while he was drinking stupidly expensive tea from a white cup with the print "Jesus Saves" on it in red letters. Rick could swear it was all to annoy the shit out of HIM, personally. But that's just paranoid, right. He clicked the remote.
"...year's Solar Eclipse was Europe's last total Eclipse of this century and millions of people gathered along it's path through central Europe, to witness the event hand-on. Solar Eclipses is said to be the biggest and most spectacular celestial event there is. It's also one of the most mystery-entwined events of nature. Throughout history, Solar Eclipses has been causes of alarm for most humans. A dark shadow which silently slides across the glowing disc and 'swallows' the sun and for a few moments that seems to last forever, turns the day... into the darkest night, only leaving a flaming hole in the sky where the sun used to be. People all over the world has in all times seen these mystical celestial events as omens of doom and angry gods, and even today it frightens well as much as it fascinates. People talk about the apocalypse, the millennium-shift's curse, and even worse. Some even say... - "
"Whatta load o' crap. It's just a darned shadow! Sheesh. Apocalypse.. Huh. ... "
"Interesting , interesting. ... But wrong channel. Try again."
"Right." Rick mumbled and clicked onwards through the satellite jungle. "News... News... The weather... MTV... News... Baywatch... ... ... PlayBoy Cha - ................................. ErHM! - News.... Uh.. More News... Movies... Movies... Movies... Sigh, Movies... Again, Neeews... And Ne - "
"Hold."
One hand in pocket, the remote-control lowered, Rick looked tiredly at the widescreen. What now? Just another set of News broadcasting. But the way his Boss seemed gleefully exited in the way he sipped his tea and watched the images showing, it told him something was up. But all Rick could see was some people spread out on a barren plane, some archeological dig apparently. And a pair of really nice thighs. The reporter cleared his throat.
"So, Miss Fanny Conner, how does it feel to be sharing this hopefully extraordinary findings with your colleague AND arch rival, Amster Dietrich?" The reporter turned to the woman in possession of last mentioned body parts. She turned to him and smiled a sunny smile all over her slightly sun-burned and dusty from work, face. A quite nice face with huge blue eyes, framed by a pair of huge thick golden bangs hanging down the sides, he noted. The most impressive part of the hair was the to-the-butt length of it, all though Rick found the pink rosette that kept the blond flow in place on her back in some low ponytail down-right ugly. Pink... His thoughts unwillingly made his eyes wander to his boss' bunny-slippers... But, the woman's voice from the TV came in time to save him from further pinkness, as she started to respond to the reporter's questions. Apparently she really disliked that 'Amster Dietrich'-guy. For an out-fit the Fanny Conner lady wore some dusty green vest over a short-sleeved shirt, walking-boots and gloves, a scarf over her head, and a pair of dusty green short city-shorts. Looked like basic clothing for outdoor work on a dusty sunny place. Made sense.
"Nice shorts." Rick said.
"Nice thighs." His Boss accompanied, in full agreement.
"It's been rumored that what you, and your rival/colleague are trying to find here in the desert, is actually the remains of an as of yet totally UNKNOWN era of human history, is that right?"
"Uhm, ... No comments. But we ARE trying to find whatever lies beneath these ancient layers of earth. And hopefully, it'll make up for our expectations. ... Hrm, excuse me please, I need to get back to work. I have personal to tend to and a schedule to keep."
The blond female bowed slightly, adjusted her sunglasses back to her eyes and slipped out of view. Not so talkative, was she? The reporter stood there a while, and then turned back to camera. He checked his notes.
"Well, that was Fanny Conner, a female archeologist who some times before has been acknowledged by her inspiring works and achievements on various fronts. She's a legitimated doctor and has done great volunteer work, she's climbed the ladder in both historical circles as well as in the field of archeology. This here, is her newest and biggest so far project. Some people think it's Atlantis they're searching for, others say it's all nonsense. But, findings has all ready proven that it may not be Atlantis specifically, but it sure is SOMETHING, the young woman has found. She is said to have commented on it with the words 'It feels like I've waited hundreds of years for this day I'd find this.', whatever that means. Who knows, but herself. Famous historian and archeologist himself, Amster Dietrich, is equally quiet over just WHAT they're hoping to find in this big sandbox of a dig. But judging by rumors and his behavior, Dietrich seems to equally expect something important. His reputation is after all that of personal gain connected with his missions to dig after history. What could he be after this time? Well.. the world just have to wait I suppose. Erik Vend, in no-man's-land far east of Istanbul, over n' out. Back to you Caren, in the studio. ...... ... - Interesting mystic news from Erik Vend there, now on to the world-news.... Today in north Corea the - "
Rick Grey watched his Boss stare at the screen. A small dark smile held his lips behind the edge of the teacup. Okey, Rick knew his Boss always was thrilled with history, myths, and so on. Actually, he seemed to be down right fascinated with it to obsessivness. Then again, he seemed to know it throughout and deeply. One of the things Rick had to admit he had in common with the B-man. That, and his love for fantasy... magic, fiction... stories... science, etc. This thing really seemed to have hooked him though. Except for the sexy thighs, Rick couldn't really understand that though. Didn't seem especially interesting at all. There were other more busy things one could get stuck on. But nooooo... ... Completely lost in his thoughts, Rick almost freaked out when his Boss suddenly jumped up from the sofa to his feet and exclaimed,
"Pack the bags Ricky-kun, we're going to Turkey!" He smiled and clapped his hands most perky. "Hup hup, R-kun! No delays! Go change, take the black n' red combo and see ya in the lobby in one n a half sharp! And DON'T forget the M-A briefcase!"
"Eh...?" Rick managed and started to hold up his hand. "We... weren't we supposed to stay here for another week before we went back to the States? I mean, the meetings, and..."
"Rick-kun! Who's the boss here? Me, you, L-sama?"
"Who's L-sama? Eh, You, I mean, are the Boss. Sir."
"Hai?"
"N' ah'll just go and pack..."
"GOOD boy, Ricky!" His boss trotted out of the room -bunny-slippers clapping against the floor- and into the main bedroom. Rick took the hint and fled (as he tended to, when his Boss freaked him out once too many).
When the 25 year-old young man had left the room, his chief held the door to the bedroom he was about to close and leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. He glanced at the TV watching the last scenes it had played, in his head once again.
"So, so..." He mumbled as he pulled the towel off his head and folding it in his arms. Dark eyes narrowed and with his face split in a both pleasant and dark smile, he mused. "About time we meet again, my dear Goldie..." He giggled very un-businessman-like and untangled his still wet, deep purple hair between his fingers absently. This would prove, ... interesting.
Indeed.