Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ Chapter 1: The Fisherman ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 1: The Fisherman

The office appeared to be quite nice, it had large windows overlooking a lovely garden full of flowers and grass so green there was no way it could be real. The walls had a cream colored paint on the top and dark wooden paneling below giving it a very rustic but refined feel to the room, the over glossed taxidermy fish lining the room certainly proved that.

“So, Mr. Tsuzuki, I understand that you're looking for a job with us.” The old man said as he bent forward in his chair inquisitively scratching at his five o'clock shadow. A tall man with shaggy brown hair sat across from him, his legs pleasantly crossed with his hands in his lap. “That's correct”, he said. His voice sounded mature but it had a certain hint to it that made it feel a little goofy.

“Good, good…” The old man said calmly, “What type of job were you looking for?” The hand that was scratching his beard moved up to his head and became occupied with combing back his white hair.

“Well, my skills don't excel much more than cleaning and cooking so I was thinking maybe I could do laundry or work in the cafeteria.” Tsuzuki said as he smoothed out his cheap black suit.

The old man's eye brows furrowed up making the wrinkles on his forehead morph into the shape of an “M”, “I see…Well, we do have a few openings for orderlies here. I think we could get you set up today if you don't mind that the position isn't what you were looking for. If you don't think you can take it we can always call you when we have an opening.”

“Oh!” Tsuzuki said as he almost bolted out of his chair, “N-No, I'm fine with it! I'll take whatever position you have!”

“Wonderful! I just need you to sign a couple things.” The man pulled a white sheet riddled with fine print and passed it over to Tsuzuki.

“What's this for?”

The man sighed, “Mr. Tsuzuki, you'll have to understand what type of people we have here. All of our patients are here because they are not mentally well. We have sociopaths, schizophrenics - all sorts of people here. Many of them are harmless really, but some are very dangerous. You do have the possibility of getting injured by one of our patients, and since we are such a small organization here we simply cannot afford take any responsibility for such things. Now of coarse we won't send you to aid patients like that on your own, you'll have others there for assistance. So there's really no need worry.” Tsuzuki just sat for a moment staring at the form.

“I hope that this doesn't dissuade you from the job...”

It seemed like the old man was really trying to reel Tsuzuki into something he should be more careful about. Tsuzuki gazed at the patterns of black print for a moment, he needed the money more than ever now, food and housing were draining his budget dry but not as much as his medication was, prices on medicine were becoming ridiculous. Money was absolutely crucial.“I'll do it.” He declared as he signed his name on the dotted line.

& nbsp; “Welcome to West Wind mental institution, Mr. Tsuzuki. Oh by the way, my name is Kanoe.” He said as he enthusiastically shook the other man's hand.