"Hard work beats talent
When talent doesn't work hard."
"You're such a jerk, Nixon!"
A loud crash ricocheted throughout the room as a rather gaudy lamp smashed against the wall that had been directly where Nixon was previously standing. Another shattering sound echoed, this time a glass exploding across another portion of the wall and drenching it with water. Again, Nixon had side stepped the throat, an eye roll following the action.
"You're fucking crazy," he sighed, rubbing his temples. The girl let out an exaggerated shriek of anger, her blonde hair up and around her head in an insane mess. She was clad in only a pair of underwear and a bra, and her eyes held an insanity that was reserved only for freakishly jealous humans, but women in particular.
"You're a fucking asshole!" she cried, her hands clenched at her sides, having run out of things to throw. Nixon rolled his eyes again, grabbing her clothes - which were rolled up into a heap near the door where they had been abandoned in her anger - and shoving the mess into her arms.
"And you're fucking nuts!" he shouted in return, his hand pressed against her naked back as he shoved her towards the front door. She spun around, her hand flying out as though to hit him, but he instantly snagged it in the air, his eyes flashing with a darkness unbeknownst to most.
"Haven't you ever heard of a one night stand? What did you think was going to happen? We were going to 'make love' and fall for each other?" He let out a dry life at the look on her face, pushing the front door open at the same time. "You're a fucking child. I don't go for children. You were fun to play with, but now I'm bored, so leave. You were just an easy fuck and now I'm over it."
And with that, he slammed the door in the half-naked young girl's face, just as tears began to stream down her cheeks. He obviously held no sympathy or pity for her, seeing as it was insane for her to think that anything could come of the hook up.
Rubbing his face, he let out a grumble.
"No more virgins ... I swear to God ..."
Making his way upstairs once more, he quickened his pace when he heard a few rapid dings from his cell phone. They were a slight flutter in sound, almost like a morning rise, and it was the ringtone he had chosen for the only other creature on this Earth that he trusted - or, at least, that he trusted and could actually get into contact with.
Diving across his bed, he fumbled through the blankets until he found his phone, unlocking it with a quick swipe of his thumb across the screen.
Four new messages.
From: Sexy Senior
Smirking a little, he clicked them open. What could his gorgeous 'superior' possibly want? Perhaps she had come to her senses and decided to accept his moves, instead of reject them?
His smirk disappeared as he read the messages, his eyes flying across the screen as he gripped the phone tighter.
Today
10:18pm
Nixon we need to leave. Now. I think I may have finnish where they might be
Today
10:19pm
*folded
Today
10:20pm
*found
Today
10:22pm
Somewhere in Japan. No time to waste.
If the messages contained any other words, he would've laughed and given her immediate grief over her typos and her need to correct herself. But instead, he flipped over to his internet app and in the search bar quickly keyed in four words.
Weird weather in Japan.
Instantly links began to pop up, from both news and gossip sites. His eyes flew across the screen, taking in the information rapidly and without much thought to anything else around him.
Intense climate changes spread throughout northern Japan ...
... Unnatural snow fall during summer time and ...
... Sporadic heat waves and storms scattered ...
Nixon felt his jaw clench. Everything pointed at the seasons being in Japan, but nothing pointed at where they were specifically, just the northern region. Knowing Astra, she only went off of hearsay and didn't bother to research any of the information that she was given before she texted him. And also knowing her, she was probably already halfway to the airport, when she had just texted him a mere ten minutes ago.
Today
10:28pm
Get a flight Wakannal, Hokkaido. We'll start at the northern most region of Japan and work our way down. I'll probably beat you there, since it's only about a three hour flight. I'll wait for you at the airport.
Shoving his cell phone in his pocket, he immediately began to throw together a small travel bag. He could always 'persuade' a human if he needed anything else, but for the moment, he simply packed his bare necessities; this meant his phone charger, the maps that he had gathered of different regions of Earth, a few changes of clothes; his bathroom necessities, a few books on astronomy and mythology; his Beats headphones, and a single intricately carved ring strung on a necklace, engraved with the name Vasilieve on the inside of it. Snapping the necklace around his neck, he threw on a jacket and tossed the bag over his shoulder.
Of course, he couldn't just abandon the bar, so with a quick text, he mass messaged his employees to care for it in his absence, placing his general manager, Colton, in charge of everything. With that taken care of, he strode the sidewalk, a car pulling up just as he reached it, his timing perfect. As he slid inside, he instructed the driver to take him to the nearest airport, and then turned his gaze to the starry sky outside of the window.
I'll be there soon, Harmony. Please, just hang tight a little bit longer.