HoloAdvent (A Hololive fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter 4

Crill's POV

The sun had already dipped below the horizon the moment I finished discussing with Sarah over our resort project, like a clandestine rendezvous with a captivating mistress, the afternoon slipping away into an evening's embrace. 

As a real-estate agent, my schedule varied significantly. Throughout my years of working and finally abandoning school uniform codes, I'd learned that jobs in some form were like well-tailored suits.

It could be adjusted to fit the unique contours of your body similar to a job, customized to fit specific demands and preferences that lay prominent in your life. Much like our preferences, we can move comfortably and confidently with it. In my case, I wouldn't brag but the pace had been picking up. I guess that's a plus for every job.

A content smile graced my lips when I reflected on the things I did today as I rode on my motorcycle. It was always a pleasure to guide people to what they'd consider a home of their dreams. Although the place formerly needed heavy inspection by the clients, I'm glad they saw potential in it and desired to renovate it. Fixer-uppers were like a double-edged sword but my intuition never failed me in seeing how keenly sharp my clients were.

I loved seeing people smile. I never had enough of it in my childhood so to be able to give it while not having more of it was a sacrifice I wanted to make no matter what.

"Leave the table. I do not want to see you eating with us."

"Don't worry, Crill. We got your backs. You can attend college. Don't mind him."

"You've already killed my wife! Now you're infecting my other sons?!" 

The motorcycle I'd been riding growled beneath me. Gripping the handlebars tightly, I weaved through traffic as I transitioned back into reality, luckily able to slam my foot onto the brake pedal when the stoplight turned red. I lurched forward slightly as a result, the motorcycle's front wheel dipped dangerously close to the pedestrian lanes. 

I still had these depressing visuals in my head of my dad burning his eyes right through me; blaming me for every single thing I'd done without mercy. The cold night was there to console me, assuring me I'd be able to bask in the air of this world peacefully.

Tomorrow, I would visit the grave of my mom. As much as I did loathe myself back then for causing her death, I knew I didn't choose to do so. I wasn't aware that I was alive. Maybe she'd forgive me if I kept visiting. 

My phone rung in my pocket. It was obligatory these days to always have a phone, it had become a second heart for most people. Picking up the call, Sarah's voice gradually emerged from it.

"Where are you?" Straightforward as always. Nothing gets past her. 

"I just finished a deal. Went on a ride to cool my head off." She didn't know I was gonna go somewhere tomorrow for an important reason. "Why? You miss your boss? I can come ba-"

"The workers will stay for the night as they want to finish the floorings for the pools. They want to wake up early for tomorrow."

"Okay. They can stay." I reply back, noticing the stoplight turning green.

"Since it is evening and it's around dinner time, can I trouble you to buy them food?" 

"Food? Right now? Can't you just whip something up in the fridge?" I rode through the street, feeling my knuckles fade away after getting white earlier as my speed made me forget my concerns.

"I don't think your fridge is all that colorful."

"That's the most Sarah thing you've ever said in all your hours working with me."