Psychedelic Chase!!

Chapter 2

The woman had to explain to the landlord, that her important papers were stowed away somewhere in her suitcase and that she'd give them to the housekeeper for him to hand them to the landlord the next time he'd visit.

After receiving her keys and finding a cozy, furnished apartment, she opened all her bags, looking for said papers. After a while of searching, she found what she was looking for, an ID, a motorcycle drivers licence and her passport, all obviously fake.
Or maybe not that obvious, she just knew that she was not from Okayama.
On each of the three documents, it stated that her hair was brown and her eyes were grey.
She got up and went to the bathroom, curious about how she looked like. She peered into the mirror.
A woman with hair as white as snow and clear grey eyes looked back at her.
She checked her hairline to see if there was any hint of brown hair. There wasn't. She must have colored it recently, she decided.

"A strange choice", she thought. "And here I was thinking I wouldn't be the type of girl who liked to stand out too much."

She sighted. She would be grouped with the weirdos of the world no matter where she'd go, she thought.

"Kaname Toshizawa. Age 20", she said to her reflection. "It's nice to meet you."

She felt sad all of the sudden. It didn't feel right not to know anything about herself. She was disturbed and upset that she was such a weird person. Still, she didn't dare go to the hospital with fake papers. It didn't seem right.
Instinctively, she reached inside the left pocket of her dark jeans. There was another piece of paper with black inc scribbled on it.
"Credit Suisse", it read, followed by a 21-digit number.
"Right.", she thought. " I'm calling a bank now."

She checked her mobile, which didn't have any contacts or other information at all, for the time. It was almost six p.m.. Kaname highly doubted that the customers service was still available at this time, yet when she thought of calling, a number popped into her mind.
0041/97642-212121888
Dialing.
"Bonjour, vous parlez avec Hanna Ladechance du centre d'information de la clientèle interne au Credite Suisse. Comment puis-je vous aider?"

(Hello, you are speaking with Hanna Ladechance of the internal customer information center at Credite Suisse. How may I help you?)

She hesitated for a second. "Of course.", She scolded herself. " I'm making an international call. It's probably morning there."

"Allô?"

"Pardon, vouz parlez à Kaname Toshizawa."
(Pardon, you are speaking to K. T..)

She decided to leave it at that.
"Mademoiselle Toshizawa! Je m'excuse profondément. Est-ce que je peux vous aider avec votre compte ou voulez-vous parler avec le président?"
(I apologize. Can I assist you with your account or would you like to speak with the president?)
"J'aimerais vérifer mon solde, s'il vous plaît."
(I'd like to check my balance, please.)
"Tout de suite. Je vais maintenant passer sur le système de reconnaissance vocale. S'il vous plaît assurez-vous que vous êtes seul de sorte que vous pouvez dire les numéros de broches clairement."
( Right away. I will now turn on the voice recognition system. Please make sure you are alone so that you can say the pin numbers clearly.)

- beep -
"Seven, zero, six, two, one,five, seven, eight, nine, nine, three, five, two, four, zero, three, one."
- beep -
{Le solde de votre compte courant est...}
(Your current account balance is...)

After learning the number, Kaname hung up. She was just a little uneasy of the fact that there was no indication that she worked and she was not married. (The lady at the bank had clearly said "mademoiselle".)

" There must be a reason I decided to cover my true identity. I can speak multiple languages. I can't be just a rich brat or something.", she thought.

She had sat down on the corner of the bathtub to elaborate on her thoughts, when someone harshly knocked at her door.
"Why not use the doorbell?", she thought, hurrying to open up.

Standing in the hallway were two men, one of average height with dreadlocks and a very tall one with blonde hair and purple shades.
It wasn't the height of the man that surprised her, it was the way he was dressed. While the dreadlocks guy was clad in a vintage brown suit, he was wearing what looked like a bartender outfit. Stainless black shoes, dress pants and a white shirt with a vest, this guy was screaming for attention, Kaname thought.
Except... this was for advertising a bar?

" Excuse me ma'am", the dreadlocks guy spoke. "Is Yosuke Mizutani with you, by any chance?"
"No, I'm afraid you've got the wrong address."
"May we come in?"
"For what purpose?"
"LISTEN LADY", the bartender bellowed. "DON'T TRY TO HIDE HIM FROM US."
"I'm not-"
"THAT'S IT! WERE COMING IN."
And with that, he pushed her out of the way And entered the apartment.
"Sorry about that.", the dreadlocks guy said. "We're just doing our job as debt collectors."
"Debt collectors! Then you're definitely wrong here!"
She followed the two men inside and pointed at the mess of clothing and other objects amongst her bags, strewn across the floor.
"I just got here! I haven't even had time to put my things away!"
"Actually, I can't smell anyone else in here, Tom." , the bartender growled.
"I see.", the dreadlocks guy, whose name apparently was Tom, replied. " That's our bad then. We are truly sorry to have caused you this inconvenience."

He pulled the bartender by his arm and made him bow alongside him.
"Don't worry about it. You were really just doing your jobs.", Kaname assured.
" Yeah, well sorry, Miss really...", the bartender now said in a much gentler voice.
Then he looked directly at her. Kaname wouldn't have noticed but he was filling the silence with intense staring.
"Is something the matter?" , she inquired, hoping to brake through the tense atmosphere.
"You look familiar." , the bartender stated bluntly.
Before she could protest, he stepped just in front of her, his face mere inches away, and took a lock of her hair.
"E-excuse me, could you get away from me PLEASE!"
"You also smell familiar."
His bluntness and his impulsiveness ultimately left Kaname speechless.
After another round of staring from both parties, Tom interrupted to suggest that they'd better leave.

The bartender simply nodded and followed him out of the door, closing it extensively gently behind him.

"Really now!", Tom scolded. " You just behave so awkwardly sometimes! If you think a girl is pretty you TELL her, saying that she smells familiar is wrong!"

"It's not important that she was pretty, it's important that she was pretty damn familiar to me!"
"What do you even mean by that! The lady just arrived from where ever, I'd say pretty damn far away, judging by the size of her luggage, and you immediately welcome her to the city by creeping her out."
"If she thought of that as creepy, she has yet to meet the flea."
"... Aaaaah whatever. It's just that you'll never find a girlfriend like this, Shizuo."
"Don't want one"
"Aw, come on man!"
"Stop it, senpai."
"If you had someone to care for you'd be much less-"
"Please."

As the two argued on their way to the next poor soul that hadn't paid his loans back, Kaname put her things away and got ready for bed. There were many things to find out the next day, and she wasn't going to hunt for clues while tired. While brushing her teeth, she remembered how close the tall bartender had come and she felt her face heat up. Then suddenly, a different image came to her mind, crimson eyes stared at her as the wind played with raven strands of hair. Facial features like porcelain inched closer, hot breath tickling, eyes of fire and-

She spat into the sink and washed her mouth. She wasn't so naïve to daydream of every handsome face she encountered.
She went to bed.

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It makes me so happy!
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~to be continued in chapter 3~