The Big Book Of Amaguji

Responsibility Comes First! Then Muderous Intent!

As the responsible adult he aspired to be, he would always get to his desk job around 5 minutes earlier than everyone else. He was an admiration to the majority of employees in his department to have the willpower to do the things he does. Specific reasoning is not needed for why he does these things, you just make up the reasoning in your mind and move on.

Though, the actual 'why' in this case is what he'd rather keep to himself.

The actual 'why' is the reason he'd turn down the majority of his promotions keeping him away from this 'why'.

For such a carefree personality, everyone else assumed he would get fired on his first day. Diligence and acting made up a lot for it when he's alone. A blank face, green eyes looking straight at the screen as he finished his work for the day, looking like he could sense your presence from a mile away and because of that you should probably walk away as fast as possible.

That's what the minority says to the majority to make them lose their trust for him.

But that's exactly the reason he hadn't reported them yet. They are nothing but the minority, and the minority will never change from the minority. They are like moths to a light surrounded by birds, as if their flying to their death if they tread any closer.

His eyes widened a little at his background thoughts, 'These are normal. Well... I hope so."

He always looked on the bright side of his issues. He knew full and well that his thoughts are not normal. He goes to his therapist from time to time but he let it off this week. He pondered going back sometime soon. She made him feel like he'd acted upon these 'special' thoughts he has but it's for the better.

"I guess..." He said, reassuring himself.

He doesn't know why he has to think like this. It makes him feel like he's an emotionless doll in his own game of his own creation. He didn't want this life, he didn't choose this life, but he did. His own hands signed the resume for his entrance but, at the same time, they didn't.

His heartrate sped up a little. He didn't even realize he was still typing away on his computer, he didn't need to at the moment, but he was. A hand touched his shoulder and squeezed as they descended to his height.

"Is something the matter, Amami-san?"

His 'why' looked at him with worried, golden eyes. His thoughts immediately scattered to the depths of his mind, focusing on answering his questions.

"Yeah, just tired y'know?" He smiled as his heart rate slowly dropped. His 'why' stopped him from a panic attack. He would be swooning if he wasn't standing right in front of him.

"I'm glad to hear that. Though, my original purpose was for you to follow me."

He nodded and followed him to his office. It was at the top floor, though, he is not the CEO. He was the manager of his department. Ironically, finance didn't fit his personality at all.

He saw him as an antique shop manager. He would talk about traveling the world as one of his life goals and artifacts and the history of them and other things in private meetings he wasn't even there for when they went off track.

He didn't even bother to question if his behavior was normal when he started doing that.

But how could he not resist? Honestly, he wonders why he wasn't married. He doubted he was looking for someone, especially someone like himeself. He sighed solemnly, silent obsession will suffice.

'Why' sat down in his seat as he sat down in the opposite from his desk.

"Good morning, Rantaro Amami. You might be wondering why I've called you in here today."

He shook his head, "No I don't sir." He looked down into his lap, undeserving of looking at him in the eyes.

"As you know, White Day is coming up in a few weeks and to celebrate, we have a replacement called 'White Week'." Rantaro nodded in confusion. He wasn't fond of the event, he'd rather do some extra work so he can lounge around and watch him later.

"I know you don't partake in it according to what I've seen but I have a request for you."

He looked up again, "I'll accept any request as long as it impresses you, Shinguji-sama."

He placed a hand over his heart at the honorfic, smiling in his embarrassment, "No need for the honorfic. Kiyo would suffice. Minding that, you being my best employee, I would like to ask you to be my partner for the week. As a reward for you hard work."

His heart stopped as he nodded slowly. He didn't trust himself to not mess up and say yes. Kiyo removed the hand from his chest and grinned. He awaited the moment of being near Kiyo when they exchanged gifts. He mentally sighed at the inevitable moment he could take in all of his facial expressions when he gets all of his presents.

"How can I say no?" He laughed, keeping it short to not embarrass himself.

"I'm glad that you partaken in this just to impress me but you can still decline if need be."  Kiyo was so proper and so nice. It was almost impossible to believe he wasn't an illusion he unknowingly imagined in his head.

"I'll doing anything you ask me to. That's why you hired me anyways." He said in a fake, 'obviously' tone.

Kiyo's grin fell to a serious line, embarrassment etched in his eyebrows as he continued, "Yes and of course, by asking you to do this, I also consider you as a friend in this type of business. Maybe sometime soon, you can use that personality and amuse me Rantaro."

He brought his hands up to his face as a red blush wiped across his face as he used his first name.

Kiyo smiled, "I always find amusement in embarrassing my employees, apologies. Though, I believe our meeting is over. I'll see you soon, Amami-san."

He picked himself up from the chair and walked out, the blush still painting his face. A friend? He couldn't ask for anything more honestly. What if he liked him? What if he had any type of feeling towards him? He just wish he would tell him so they can get married already.

He held a hand over his heart as he walked into the elevator. He could think of all of the things he could give Kiyo. He inhaled and shook of the swooning after the elevator stopped on his floor.

He wonders what he could give to his 'why'.

I'm finishing this book no matter what, just so you guys don't worry when I die for a week or so 😊.

Just so we're clear, dialogue in quotations are spoken out loud, everything else is Rantaro narrating his own movements, thoughts, and everything else around him. I wanted to switch up the craziness types a little bit just because.

Other than that, I love you all and I hope your lives are going well ♥.