Jikanime Motori

Chapter 2

Author's Note: I should probably mention how I came up with the name for this story. It's actually really simple; I used a translator, lol. I was messing around with the word "time" in other languages and found a translation that I liked right away. The company is called Jikanime (Romanized Japanese for the word "time" combined with the English version of the word but pronounced "eh-me" like "Anime") Motori (Italian for "engines") Inc (shortened version of "Incorporated"). So the preferred pronunciation of the company is "Jee-kahn-ah-me Ma-tor-ree."

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~*October 26th, 2018*~

With his hands tied behind his back, a young man shoved his mouth into a giant glass bowl filled with vodka and apples. The strong taste of the alcohol made him wince, but that didn't stop him from spotting a green apple among the red ones in his line of sight.

He moved himself a little more to the right, then used his mouth to grab the green apple with his teeth. Using all his strength, he lifted the apple out of the bowl and turned his head toward the other person who was filming the entire ordeal in someone's backyard on a tripod set up.

"Yeah! Okay, now take a bite," the person behind the camera said with a grin.

He removed the apple from his mouth, and took one large bite, wincing as the alcohol went down his throat with the bitterness of the green apple.

He raised his hand into a thumbs up sign which the cameraman reciprocated with an "okay" gesture.

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"God, I hated doing that shit," he said in a huff as he took a long sip of cold water from a glass cup.

The Sun was beginning to set now, and the fading pink of the sky could be seen through the kitchen window, along with the shadows on the counter surface.

Feeling relieved, he set the cup down and noticed his reflection in the oval mirror on the far side wall. He was a young man with beige skin, short black wavy hair, and hooded brown eyes.

"It was pretty dope, Andre. And look—"

The other guy showed him his phone.

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"Everyone liked it, see?"

He had a beige complexion, straight black hair tied into a small ponytail, and triangular brown eyes. He also had a goatee on his chin and a mustache on his lip.

Andre took his phone away from him.

"Thanks, Darin."

At that moment, two other guys showed up in the kitchen from the hallway.

Between the two of them they had a tripod, microphone, duffel bag, and camera that they were both attempting to bring into the room.

The one carrying the camera and duffel bag had brown toned skin, deep set brown eyes under thick framed square glasses, and dark brown curly hair.

"Easy with that camera, Jared," the other one warned him.

"Relax Morgan, I got it," he replied back in a subtle English accent.

He looked straight ahead and moved slowly.

What he didn't see, however, was the carpet lying at the entrance of the kitchen's tile floor.

So he tripped.

With fast instincts, he managed to save himself from injury by grabbing the edge of the kitchen counter.