I can post this now! Yay!

This is the Character Description I gave for the Art we gave to Ann and Mike. I started writing a basic thing and it turned into this. Any errors are due to Cut and paste and lack of editing time.



<lj-cut="Description Fic">“Go over it once again. Very slowly now. Take as much time as you need. What did he look like? How did he act. Describe him. The more you can give us, the better we will be able to help you.”

The voice came, soothing and raspy, out of the darkness of the tiny room. All the young man could see was the light over the steel table where he sat. The young man shook again and recalled the terrible day.

It was a good day. A hopeful day. His very first day on the job at Yoshida’s, one of the highest end restaurants in Tokyo. He has studied three languages just for the opportunity to work here. His grades were impeccable. His manner, perfect. His outlook, bright.

Then he came.

The restaurant was an exceptionally traditional place specializing in historical accuracy and feel. The price one paid for experiencing such perfection was appropriately high. People saved up for years just to taste one of the appetizers. It was a place one came to feel like a king. The waitresses were all beautiful and learned in the ways of the shamisen and the art of conversation. Their smiles could make a man melt. The chefs were all world class and had studied nothing but traditional Japanese food stuffs. Their food could make a man weep. The ingredients were of the best the Sea of Japan had to offer. Their reputation could make a man envy. And here the young man was. The host. At the center of it all. The perfect cog in a perfect machine of service and grace.

He could not have known. How could he have known?

The boy entered, no, flowed, in to the restaurant as if he were a god. The greeter at the door smiled at him. Her smile, trained and practiced, was like a hammer against the stresses of the outside world while at the same time the shield she put forth so she might do her job with appropriate grace and dispassionate distance. This boy, who could be no more then fifteen, smiled back and her shield, her hammer, shattered into so much glitter and dust. He saw her falter. He saw her blush.

He could not have been more then a fifteen years of age but he held himself as if he were timeless. The suit he wore seemed fit him perfectly. The high collar of the jet black half coat he wore buttoned around him like armor, gave him the air of a priest. His matching pants just touching the tops of his perfect, shiny shoes. His outfit was, on the whole, immaculate. However, it was his face, his intensity, that over took all attention. His long onyx hair flowed down his back like the river Styx. His high cheek bones and thick expressive eyebrows gave him an air or regality. His darker complexion hinted at something exotic mixed with his Japanese lineage. But it was his gaze that stood above all. This boy did not look. This boy did not even think of something so low as a glance. His gaze brought you in and made you his own. His gaze contained a will so immense it could have shouldered the world. It was a gaze that could have brought gods low.

The young man shook himself out of his reverie.

“It all went downhill from there. I thought he had walked in from Akihibara or something and was trying to prove something by walking in to Yoshida’s. I made a terrible mistake.”, the host called out to the darkness

“What was that mistake?”, the darkness replied

The young man began to talk very fast as he recalled his horrible error, “I called him a cosplayer and said his outfit was well put together and did his mother or sister help him make it. I… I showed him a menu, it doesn’t have prices on it, and told him it would be far too expensive for him to eat here. I was humoring him, you see. It was then he showed me his card. Black, just like the rest of him. Solid metal too. Do you know what it takes to get a card like that? I immediately tried to recover, but he said it was too late for that. Far too late. He made a phone call. Just a quick, single phone call, couldn’t have lasted more then ten seconds. Then he stood there. Perfectly calm. Still as a statue. Waiting. The line at the door was growing longer but no one said a word. It was dead quiet. Everything just stopped. After a minute he told me I should be receiving a fax. Just as he said it one came through informing me that this boy… this child… was the new owner of Yoshida’s and I was fired. I found out later that the boy had deposited a very large sum of money in my bank account with a hand delivered note of apology. He said his sister made him apologize and would I forgive him for being… er… this doesn’t translate well…”

“English is fine.”, the darkness intoned

“Er… it said… meanie.”, the young man said, “So is that all? I’m not mad actually. I can retire and everything. My girlfriend wants to get married right away. Can I go?”

“You may go.”

“Thank you.” The young man looked around at the darkness outside the light. The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end and he heard a sharp crack. Then darkness was all he saw.

“It is him.”, the darkness said to itself. “Make the preparations.”</lj-cut>