Chapter 5- A Pervert in the Closet

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Author's Note

TBH I'm tired of Wattpad yelling at me being all like ' Yo homeslice. I couldn't save this sentence. I know I told you this one minute ago but hey, I just want to annoy the shit out of yah.' (best read in Italian accent). Also thanks to PeppermintKat for being my grammar Nazi. Love you fam! And screw my idea hoe  meepdoesmcthewizard. Really suck at idea thinking. You had one job.

Chapter song- Sarah Smiles by Panic at the Disco

Shi's POV

By the time I finish my coffee I have learned everybody's name and their face. I just know Touka hates me by the way she stares at me. Its creepy really.

"I know you're going to miss me Nishiki but alas, I have to leave."

"I wondered when you would get the hell out of my shop."

"Your shop? You don't do jack shit."

"That's what CEO's do. Learn your facts."

"Oh is that so? Well then I'm sure your manager that is behind you would love to hear that."

He turns around and bows without looking and almost sobbing. He is so surprised he keeps his eyes closed the whole time.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It was just a joke! Don't fire me please..."

Laughter fills the shop and Nishiki stands up and sees no one there. His face turns red and he storms off.

Enji chuckles and smiles from ear to ear.

"Why is he so pissy? It was just good fun."

I put my hands on my hips, make a pouty face, and look off to here he went.

"No one has got him as good as you do in a long time. He doesn't like a competition where he loses."

I smile a weak smile and I take a deep breath. What is that? It smells like another ghoul but I've never smelt it before. Wait, yes I have. It was on the little kid. Faint but still enough to pick up.

"Sorry but I have to go."

"See yah," everyone chants in unison, Touka a little less appealing.

I leave the shop and close the door so no one notices the scent. I take another whiff and it is coming from a room above me. I turn a corner and find a balcony above my head. I look around for any human and see no one. I grab a loose brick and propel myself up to the metal bars and I grab on and fling my body over the side, to avoid making any sound. I open the door and the scent is stronger now. I crouch down low and sneak into the room. It is covered in boys clothes and smells like Nishiki. I must be in his room. I can't smell the imposter with his scent distracting me.  I step into the room and make a slight creek on the floor.

"Shit."

A hand comes out of a crack in the closet and slowly opens the door. The hand is rough like sand paper. It is covered in dirt and looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. I get into a fighting stance and growl from deep in my throat.

"Well, you seem spunky."

A man steps out of the closet with a small bag in his hands.  He has ragged clothes and smells of dead animals. But what ever is in the bag reeks of human.

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