Bokuaka - The accuracy of destiny - Angst/Fluff

A new client

My birthday was one week ago. Now it's time for Christmas and Mia was stressed the whole day, since everyone requests paintings from me as a present. I never get how people can always do this last minute. I have bought presents for Suga, Oikawa and Mia in early November. But all the requests 12 days before Christmas show, that other people thoughtlessly forget about Christmas until they remember 2 weeks prior about the needed presents and supplies. But I'm not a painting machine that comes up with artwork ideas on a daily basis. I hate it, when something restricts my creativity, like the pressure of a deadline or specific request which should picture certain items or sceneries. And what I hate the most, is when people request my art for someone else. People should buy my art, because they really like it. Every time, one of my artworks is returned to the agency or sold for a low price on some online platform, it breaks my heart. And after Christmas with all the gifted arts, it happens the most.

Normally I decline such request in an instant. However, there was one gift request, that Mia found interesting and soon send it to me. The requester seemed to be someone more thoughtful and respectful towards the creative process. Instead of asking for a specific picture he wanted me to meet the person, that should receive the gift in person. I should listen to his story, get a feeling for his personality and style. And then I should create a personal art just for him. And this not for Christmas, but for any time, whenever I got an idea. So, no time limit. Although I hate having concrete requirements, this sounds like an interesting challenge. This would be a first for me. Normally inspiration comes to me, but maybe I can try seeking for inspiration actively for once.

This was the reason, why I was standing in front of a huge mansion, in casual but a little more serious clothing. I had decided to wear a black dress pants and a light grey button down under a black winter coat and a black scarf. My wardrobe is just as colorless as my paintings. The customer hasn't told me anything about this person for whom I should draw, so I was nervous and felt underdressed, seeing this huge and luxurious mansion. Although I am already famous for some years, it's still unusual for me, to have such rich customers. Wealthy, yes. But this rich? On the roof of what seemed like his garage was a helipad for fucks sake! Who needs a helipad next to their house? This isn't a million- but billionaire! Now I am scared and hope I don't offend him in any way.

I was searching for the doorbell, when suddenly the huge door opened and an old man in a suit with white fabric gloves appears. He looks like one of this cliché butlers from Hollywood-movies. "Akaashi Keiji?", he asked with a deep baritone voice. I nodded hesitantly, before I cleared my throat and answered: "Yes, that's me.". I am not surprised, that he knows my name. To enter this property, I needed to pass a gate with my car, where a security man had made a security check on me, including checking my ID-card. The rest of the property from the size of at least a football stadium was surrounded by a metal fence. So of course, there was no possibility, that I was someone else than the guy they just checked at the gate.

The butler nodded as a greeting, which could also be interpreted as a light bow, while stepping back to let me in. It was like stepping into a new world, once my 50$ shoes met the 1.000$-per-tile-floor, that was in a cream white and so clean, that I could see my reflection in it. Even if they had made the tiles out of dollar bills it would have still been cheaper. At the ceiling of the huge entrance hall was a chandelier hanging down and I had no doubt, that the shining crystals were in fact real diamonds. The walls and the ceiling were plain white with grey embellishments. Everything was bright and in difference shades of white, except for a dark wooden door with two wings, that were closed. Some plants in expensive looking vases added a little decor and color to that otherwise empty room.

I started to unzip my coat and put off my scarf, but before I could remove the coat, I felt hands on my shoulders take it off. I didn't even recognize the butler closing the door and stepping behind me to take off my jacket. The ensemble caught me too much. I flinched, since I don't like being touched without warning or by a stranger. But the butler was fully professional, when he somehow removed the coat from my shoulders without touching something other than the fabric. He neatly folded the jacket over his arms and also took my scarf to place it on top as he directed me to the door at the end of the hall with a deep: "This way, please.". Of course, I have always dreamt of being rich and so on and as a successful artist I am not poor myself, but this is just ridiculous and such a cliché; I was tempted to roll my eyes a few times.