Snippet #2391154

Dull. Everything is dull.

Donatello lied on his leather sofa with his head on it's arm rest. A vinyl of Tchaikovsky's sixth symphony filled the room. 55 rooms and he chose to use only 3. The closet, the bathroom, and his study. The other rooms were only touched by the maids for sanitation. He felt empty. He lived 8 years alone in the mansion. But 6 of those years had a purpose. Now it's just him using his intelligence to please others. There's no fun in that. He took a sip of whiskey and tried to be nostalgic. But every sweet memory left a bitter feel. Donatello released his rage by throwing his glass cup at the record player. That would be the fifteenth replacement. He took a drag from his cigarette, and wiggled his fingers through the smoke. He was aware that it was bringing him closer to death, but saw no wrong in it. His thoughts were interrupted by his butler's knocking.

"Master Suzuki, A man on the phone has another selection of spouses. If you are interested, he said to go to the usual location"

"Get, the chauffeur" Donatello stood up and walked over to the mirror. He re-adjusted his suit and slicked back his hair. I have nothing better to do.

The limo ride was short. Donatello handed his cigarette butt to the chauffeur and the moment he stepped out, he lit himself another. A man, who looked like a beggar compared to Donatello,escorted him to a room filled with other upper class citizens. Some he recognized, some he didn't. He took his usual place in the front. He was a powerful man, and many were afraid of him so they tried not to annoy him by sitting too close. He was about to take another drag, but then he heard a group of voices behind him.

"Isn't he that Suzuki man?"
"Yeah, I think so. I heard he killed his entire family to get his wealth"
"I heard it was his wife he killed"
"Really? I thought it was that he killed his partner to make the Venus pills"
"No, I heard he did that all but killed his dad, and ate him to hide the evidence"

That was all that Donatello could handle, before he stood up and walked toward the pesky group. "May I suggest something" He rhetorically asked with a curled grin, "Instead of believing every ridiculous word you hear, start using that little brain of yours. Either that or give it to a hamster, since that is the only animal compatible to your size"

"Now that's uncalled for! We ju-" Donatello blew a cloud of smoke right in the man's face. While the man was coughing, Donatello picked him up by his collar. "Never, think you are even the slightest bit worthy to talk back to me!" With a cold glare into his eyes he says loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Everyone in this room knows me. But who are you? Just another insignificant brat trying to find another pretty little spouse to fuck"

He dropped the man and walked back to his seat. One of the workers tried to apologize him for the trouble, but he excused him. This better be worth it.