[DISCONTINUED] Fall Back

Intro

The protagonist's manly but gentle gesture plus the heroine's clumsy and shy reaction just perfectly blends together. And a severe fanatic of romance film, you nervously and excitedly anticipate. Anticipating for that romantic happy ending like in the movies. Anticipating for that three little words that could make your heart go "fuwa fuwa" and "doki doki" – I love you.

WELL, FUCK THAT IDEA. Whoever thought that the idea of love is so glittery and shimmery is a complete sicko who's saying useless non-sense and utter bull. 

I'm not the one to talk though, as I used to think that way. As a teenager, I used to believe that you can get your happy-ever-after that easy, 'cause princesses didn't seem to have a hard time finding them when they were so recluse and anti-social and crazies who talked to animals. Well, at least I didn't get to the point where I had to actually socialize with animals.

As you grow older, you start to lose faith in your childhood dreams. Becoming an adult was one of the most difficult and traumatizing thing that can happen - to anyone. Being an adult forces you to do things that you weren't happy with. For example, studying a degree you don't really have a passion with, or getting a job that surely pays the bill but you're unhappy anyway.

For now, that's me.

"Busujima-san! Oi, Busujima!" called my irritating colleague. "The boss is calling for you. You have a big shot client, apparently." 

Big shot client, my ass. You can never be a big shot when you're dealing with depression and post-traumatic stress, can you? I stood up and smiled at my colleague. "Yep, I'll be right there." Business smile, business smile.

I walk towards the boss' office, thinking of all the possible occupation of this 'big shot' client of mine - a lawyer? Politician? Police? A drug cartel leader?... Nah, I think it would be impossible to have a drug cartel leader. I think they'll need the police, not a psychiatrist. So my bet's on a lawyer or a politician, since they're the ones who's always on the top of our lists.

I opened the maple brown door, and is welcomed by the smell of essential oils. Disgusting. I smiled "Director, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Busujima-san. Take a seat." I took a seat at this uncomfortable chair, without any cushions. I wonder how many crazy people has sat here. Well, I guess I am one anyway.

"How's your father been?" The director asked with the lingering smile he had as I entered. I looked at him. "He's doing great. Well, I mean, there are million of crimes in the city and millions of people to defend so his business is blooming."

He sighed. "Jun, I am your uncle. It's a good thing that your father didn't actually disown you when you said you didn't want to take over the law firm. He asked me to look out for you so I took you in but... when are you ever going to talk..."

I interrupted. "Director, I am thankful for your help, really. But I don't need to hear your lectures right now. Would you mind sticking to the purpose of this meeting?"

He sighed again and rustled the paperworks on his table. "Okay." He then passed me a thin cream folder, with a confidential sign on the cover. 

"A confidential sign?" I asked. "But isn't this redundant already? I mean..." The director cleared his throat. "Just review what the file says Jun. I know that we usually have a choice who we take in terms of our clients, but for this one, you're the only one free enough to take him."

I looked at him suspiciously. I opened the folder and it read "Name: Kairi Fujioka | Age: 24 | Occupation: Entertainment Music Business/ Model"

"Uncle! We had a deal! No celebrities! I told you that before." I slammed the folder into his desk, accompanied by my outrage. "But Jun, we don't have anyone as good as you right now, especially in dealing with these people. You know how to handle Aoi, so I know you can handle this client as well."

My blood is boiling. "Stop talking about Aoi. I'm not taking this, Uncle sorry." I started to walk away from this wretched place. My uncle stood up from his cushioned chair. "Jun, I'll give you the promotion and raise you've been asking for if you take this client."

I stopped. I have been working my ass off for three years now to get this. Am I going to let this opportunity pass? Hell no. 

I turned to him and walked towards his desk. "I'm listening. What's the deal with this celeb anyway?"

The director exhaled deeply and sat back down again. "Read the file. But to cut the story short, his older brother committed suicide. His brother found out that this 'Fujioka-san was having an affair with the brother's fiance, and left a suicide note saying 'He took everything away from me.' and jumped off of the skyrise. But even then, Fujioka-san still continued to go to his schedules. He didn't even attend the funeral nor mourn his brother's death. Since the media coverage was large, his management forced him to take a month off and seek help."

"Interested?" He asked. "Why do you ask that?" I implored.

"Well, you haven't said a word. Nor interrupted me so..."

"Nah, I was just thinking that this guy's deranged. Ahh, so that was what on TV for these past weeks huh?" I took the file. "I'm taking it, but you keep your end of the bargain, I'll keep mine."

"Don't screw it up." My uncle said worriedly.

"When did I ever screw things up? I'm kinda like your best employee here."

The director smirked. "No shit. Now go out there, and fix these people."