Host, Hubby and System

3.1

He leaned forward in the office chair, pulling himself closer to the grey desk. He observes himself, feeling as if he was out of his body. Watching his body press the keys down, fingers fluttering across the keyboard. Jin did his task, click, clack, click, clack and it repeated. The words being drowned away. The voice inside him that longed for freedom screeched, but he couldn't bother. Eyes blank as the computer screen illuminated his face.

It itched that he was passing his life away. Slowly eroding his heart into broken pieces, because that was all he is. A shattered, worthless, repetitive soul. The clock struck twelve as the employees besides Jin were chipper from being released from the endless amount of paperwork. Jones towed him away with a firm grip on his arm.

"Ah," Jones shook his head for the lack of reaction of his 'best friend'.

"Tim you are boring," Jones complained.

"I am I a normal adult, you are somewhat of a child," Jin truth came out with a sneer.

"Cheer up man, you've become such a grouch," Jin leered at the lively adult. Jin let out a deep sigh as he was kidnapped from his safe, familiar cubicle and sat in the chair opposite to Jones in the cafeteria. Jin leaned back in the plastic chair as he stared at the metal tray covered in cheap food. Closing his eyes he tuned out everything, calming himself.

Refocusing his attention on his coworker he stomached the hard celery and the bitter fruit. He drank multiple gallons of water after swallowing what he referred to as the 'spiciest meat in the world'. Jones continued his advance on getting Jin to join their conversation. In the room he stood out, depressed, alone, bosses son. He felt stiff and glancing at the clock he knew that lunch was out soon. Gathering up his trash he tossed it out and left the metal tray on the kitchen counter. Trudging back up the stairs to his desk his vision blurred.

Tears welled for no particular reason, switching his road to the bathroom he hoped he could keep himself together till the stall. Time ticked down as he cried pathetically sitting on the white toilet. Swallowing hard he made his way to his office. Tim's father pinched his nose as he saw Jin walk in.

"Son where were you?" His 'father' glared at his creasing his eyebrows.

"I was j-just..." He trailed off, his stuttering exposing his lie. He beckoned Jin to his private office, he heard one whisper of 'spoiled brat'. Keeping his head down Jin shuffled after his father.

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"Tim I thought you were getting better," Tim's father said.

"I am I just," he sounded petulant in his own ears.

"What am I going to do with you," The man shook his head concern lingering in his gaze as he looked at his son, "You're going to therapy."

Jin nodded silently staring at his black shoes. He was dismissed from the office. Jones waved him over.

"What did he say?" Jones fluttered around him like a fly.

"Nothin'," Jin spit out, trying to keep his voice even.

"Sure, just tell me," he kept whining.

"No." Jones turned his nose up on Jin and stalked out of the room. Slightly hostile stares pricked his back. Jin picked the clean sheets of print paper and continued his job. The exchange between him and Jones fading from his mind.

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"Hi Tim I am your therapist," A kind slightly chubby woman guided him to a gaudy couch.

"Hello," any enthusiasm he tried to channel into the world faded coming out clipped.

"Tim, you should know I need your trust first so we'll be engaging in some ice breakers!" her excitement matched Jones and perhaps overshadowed it.

"Ok, blast away," his words came out like a robots. She slightly frowned, but soon the conversation started flowing. Jin faded in and out, time leaping forward sometimes and being agonizingly slow sometimes.

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"Oh hi Tim," Jin turned to see Jones surrounded by his posse. It astounded him to think that Jones was a 12th grandson of business tycoon as his father was so willing to provide. He nodded and turned away from the mocking tone.

"High and mighty just because you hide behind your father, eh," with his oh so infuriating voice Jones continued to insulting, "Hide behind all the wealth, I'll take it from you."

"Why are you bothering me," Jin turned to answer.

"Well you should have taken my friendship," Jin tilted his head, was that small matter so big to him. Perhaps his self-confidence needed some help he confided to the little voice in his head. It agreed.

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Between balancing his work and the many troublesome sessions with therapy Jin could barely focus on his work. He slowed down his breath hoping to calm himself before he blew up and dragged Jones to hell with him. His finger dug into the keyboard's plastic. He adjusted to life, he decided that was the most creepy thing about humans. Their ability to change, the voice nodded solemnly in the back of his head. Morrigan popped into his head before being burst by the loud shatter of the glass as Jones pushed him off the building.

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//System HQ\\

System A4do sat up in his chair. Staring at the thick book in front of him rubbing his head. For his host he promised himself. For his host.

*On a scale of one to ten how rushed is this chapter? Sorry it's short? GOOD NIGHT? GOOD DAY? One of the two? Byyyyyyyye.

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You ready for the next chapter, it'll probably be out before the end of next week.