Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20161220040049/@comment-30014014-20170315175941

[Shots fired!]

Louis the repairman, a humble guy who made his life on a 9 to 5 like many. Now the man of an all powerful but wise woman. His criteria have quite expanded ever since their second meeting after all these years. But how did this come to be?

5 years prior to the fateful meeting...

A cacophony of noise emitted from the clacking of tools and bits fill a small rented building. One by one, the people of the neighborhood come in with their broken utility tools, from the toaster to a refrigerator. None is too much for the Bensons' line of work.

A familiar face is shown once more, Louis who came back with a brand new tv screen to the happiest old man rubbing his hands together.

"Thank you, kind sir! I understand fixing this tv was a bit of a hassle, but this old bucket of a tv means most to my lineage, to whom I wish part away with too."

Louis, worked up but happy to be of service, simply nods to the kind sir "It's no problem. To be fair, since the parts were no longer being produced for this tv, it was a bit difficult to make spares, but it worked out".

The old man folds his hand in his pocket, taking out his sum necessary to pay up the repairs. Louis courtly takes it but feels a bit of an angst as he counted the pay "Hum...sir, there seems to be more than what I've charged you. 200 to be precise. Here, let me--

"My boy, can you not recognize a tip when you see one? I may be senile, but make no mistake, this is intentional!" the old man proudly stated.

"Well.." hesitated Louis "...not when it largely goes beyond 50$. Are you sure you wish to--

"Yes, my boy! I insist!" kept pressing the old man, going as far as clenching the young repairman's hand around the 20$ bills "Do not think I haven't noticed the abnormal request for repairs you have been doing recently. I can count 10 business enterprises that would merely turn down my request. The people coming here are really appreciative of your service. I merely wish to voice their satisfaction to you!"

"R-really?" asks Louis as he turns his head to the leaving line of people, walking away with their tools. Some of them were eavesdropping on the two's conversation. All of them were passing subtle approving gestures. Louis held out his hand to shake in response "Well, thank you! I'll do everything I can to uphold this appreciation!"

The old man gladly shook his palm, before leaving. Seconds after that, however, he returned to a concerned Louis, who was returning to the repair shop, at the back of the building "One more thing, though."

"Y-yes? Did something break?"

"Oh no!. Just a request. Could you help me bring my tv back to my car?"

hours pass

The shop is closed. Louis's dad had long since left, seeing as his boy requested it. He wanted to close it today. With the doors locked, Louis Benson is walking to the central city, a one dollar coin at the tips of his fingers. He calls his father, telling him he will be visiting a friend for a while before returning home. The usual tip of safety bells from his progenitor, one which he takes at heart. He continues to walk all the way to a small house. His hand reaches the door for a knock but is cut short as the thing opens way before he manages to do so, revealing a woman in a similar area of age to his.

"Well, look who's here for his daily visit. Come in, I was about to watch tv", invites Linda. An autumn leaf is delicately placed on her forehead, between two sharp animal ears. A small box installed on her left hip is resting under a wide furry tail with yellow and red stripes. Louis enters in without a second and takes his seat on the couch. Linda does the same next to him, both watching a bunch of people trying to pass through obstacles.

Speaking as well, the subject soon turns to financial objectives, with which usually end up taking about Louis encouragement "Linda, you should go for it! Miniatures gadgets like the ones you have will bring you something! A lot, in fact!"

"I know, I know! But you know this kind of stuff is a bit risky. And I'm not sure that--

"Linda, don't play the hesitating card on me! I know you went over to a professional about this. You know they said you've struck gold with your miniature tech!"

"Yes, but I've still lacking the fund to start such a thing. I don't know if the people will even trust someone like me."

"Oh come on!", Louis says as he grabs her shoulders "I know you! You've worked your butt off for this! The number of times I've carried you to sleep because you were slumbering on your desk is convincing me of this!"

"Yes, I know..." her glasses fail to hide the blush appearing on her cheeks. Her autumn eyes turn away "I'm just..." her mouth quiver too much to complete her sentence.

"Ok, look..." Louis puts his hand in his pocket, pulling out his 200$ "I was planning to save this for a new set of repair tools, seeing as mine and pop's are starting to falter. But, I want you to have them. As a gesture of goodwill".

"Louis, you know I can't just acc--

"Well, too bad, I'm passing on this act!" he denies her words as he puts the money on her hands before clenching her fist around the bills. Her eyes get wet, with appreciation. She approaches her hand to her heart, placing her second hand on it. And then, without any warning, she shoves her face into Louis' chest "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Hey, hey now!" he whispers as he hugs her back "I'm just showing my faith in you! You know you deserve better!"

"Of course..." she whispers as well. None of the two are saying anything, simply hugging for the time being with Linda's face buried into Louis's chest.

Minutes later, he was far away from her humble house, walking back home. Taking his singular coin out, he proceeded to flip it as he walked, sometimes looking back at the city he had left...

The years pass...

Louis Benson walks away from his workshop, his clientele greatly expanded ever since his graduation in repair field. Though the first year out of the next five has been difficult because of his broken tool, forcing him to improvise. It had all worked out, though as he and his dad were able to pull through. Louis wanders away to his usual restaurant, ordering the same thing he has been for the past years. He eats away, as he always does, with little no idea that this day would be different from the others.

Halfway through his meal, he feels a tap on his shoulder from a singular finger. Turning around, he finds a golden age man standing behind him, prompting a bit of a shock "Hum, hello? can I help you?"

The driver shakes his head once "No, no, I believe I am the one here to help you."

"What, help me? Did I win the lottery or something? I don't remember participating or anything!"

"Well..." the driver takes a seat next to him, ignoring the rest of the patrons looking at him with incredubility "...you may as well have. I am here on behalf of someone you have helped so long ago. This person wishes to repay you your kindness".

"Hum... are you sure you've got the right man? I don't remember giving a large sum of money or providing a treasure', he says, trying to decipher his words.

"Now sir! Surely you know a little act of selflessness can go a long way...sir Benson."

Louis stiffens in place,  aware that the driver knows his family name. It was obvious he was the one sought "Ok, so I am the one you seek. Well, what can I do then?"

"I simply wish for you to follow me to that person. They will be very happy to see you!"

"Ok then..." Louis quickly finishes his slice of pizza before walking behind the driver to a limo, to the still dazed patrons trying to comprehend what just happened...

They walk up to a limo, with the driver opening up for Louis. With the two of this inside, the wizened man begins driving to their destination. A mini fridge stands in full view of Louis, opened with his favorite soft drinks. "Please help yourself to these breverages. She told me they are your favorites." Louis, stunned yet again, decides to take on his offer as they near their destination.

Minutes pass, the view of a gigantic mansion fully visible atop a small hill. Louis stares far in this impressive house with whistle "Impressive house. I wonder who could be the one living withing". The driver turns right to the parking lots and stops, opening his door. He walks over Louis's and opens his "The one seeking to thank you, of course!" Louis is incredule yet again, before capting his cool once more, thinking acting stunned for the whole night wouldn't be something to look forward.

He steps out of the limo, walking over to the gate, only for the limo driver to come running to him with bags "Sir, your bags!"

"Bags? I didn't come here with bags!"

"Of course, sir, but I went back to your house and sought clothes from your father before searching for you"."

Ohh, I see. Thank you."

Louis picks up his bags, presented to the man bowing before him as he walked back to his quarters. Alas, 5 steps in the propriety of the mansion, two butlers quickly exited the inner domain, picking his stuff "Let us carry your bags, sir! Our mistress have told us much good about you. It would be a shame for you to be tired at your meeting!"

At this point, Louis Benson was no longer surprised, only perplexed at who could put up this much effort at greeting him to simply thank him. Never the less, he follows the two fancy suited men all the way to the top room. Two large doors stand before him, the butlers walking away to a near room with his bags.

"Well, here it goes", he mutters while opening. His vision clear, he spots...a woman clad in nothing more than a nightgown. Louis immediately closes the doors with his eyes closed "I'm very sorry!" Obviously this was the wrong room. Must have been the person's wife or something. This was the rationalisation Louis went with, one that quickly fell to crumbles as a sweet voice echoed from the other end ~Come on in! I can't thank you from the other side now can I?~

Louis hesitantly opens, his eyes still clutched still. He walks in, stretching his hands out as he tries to find something to sit on. His palms meet the lady's palms with the sensation of being pulled somewhere ~Silly man! There in only one place to sit here!~ Louis feels silk underneath his rump as a similar weight slumbers down next to him. Fingers walk all the way from his arm to his neck ~Can't havea  discussion with someone in the dark now can we? Open up these pretty pearls of yours!~

Louis slowly opens up his eyes, presented to the woman in a nightgown. An autumn leaf in the rusty red color lays atop her head, between two sharp ears. A furry striped tail is over her thighs. One of her hand rests over Louis'."So

"I've heard you wish to thank me..." he says with hesitation, mostly to the fact that her clothing was...less than casual.

"Of course! This IS why I've brought you here. Our kind are never the kind to forget someone who has helped us before..."

Louis looks at her face, a serene smile decked with round glasses. "Linda?"

"hehe, finally you recognize me" states the lady, a whimsical tone on her "About time would you say?"

"Linda, all of this is yours? This is fantastic!" he says while picking her hands into his, causing her cheeks to redden "I knew you would pull through!"

"Yes...I did" she says while turning her eyes away in timidity. "Ever since you 200$ donation, others have come forth in the next days and in an instant, I was set...you were right. My long lasting idea has struck gold. With it, I was easily able to replay ten-fold what the other had given to me...but, despite what I now have, I felt incomplete...and then..."

"And then?"

"I remembered..." Linda takes the hand of Louis into hers and places it on her chest "...I owed you as well..."

"Nonsense, those 200$ were for you. I don't care about getting it back. It was yours to begin with", he says dismissly as he slowly takes his hand back."

But, it was not nothing to me!", she rebuts, keeping his palm firmly placed on her heart as her eyes began to sparkle "This little...yet selfless act you have given me...this is what allowed me to go so far. Everyday, I went out, not knowing whether it would take off or not simply because your words carried me over. Even in the bleakest of days, in the darkest of nights, your kind gift has served as the singular light in the darkness, the life raft amidst the sea of uncertainty. It is what brought me to this position".

"Linda..." Louis didn't know what to respond. He didn't expect his gift to mean so much to her. Despite that, in a way, deep within his heart, a tingling sensation of relief was present, though he knew not why.

"And so, even with all of these, my heart sought out the genesis of the path I have traversed...leading back to you..." she clutches his hand within her palms. A rapid rythme moves underneath her chest "Can you feel it? My cheeks fluster in red with your gentle gaze...my skin tingle with your soft touch...my heart pounds with you words, aching for more. Do you know what it means?"

Louis' chest caved in with the sudden realization of her words and his skin promptly began sweating in response. It all made sense now...

HIs eyes stare deep in her pair, his other hand reaching for her cheek. His thumb glides through back and forth. Having noticed this, her rusty red eyes turned to it "So, you do know what I'm trying to get across. Well, I've waited years for that moment, so I'll say it anyway"

Louis's eyes inadvertlly turned to her aubun lips, eagerly awaiting this as his hidden feeling he harbored for her all along spilled out like a geyser in his mind and body.

"...I love you..."

SIlence falls in the room. Linda's pupils look back to Louis', somehow awaiting a response. Her mind knew already what his next words were going to be. But, she still wanted to hear them oh so dearly.

"Linda...I love you too...I did for so long..."

THis was all she needed to hear, her body now craving physical intimacy. Quickly but lovingly, her chest began pressing over Louis's, their faces mere inches from each other. He does not fight it, five years of distance having taken their toll. His hands move away from her chest and cheek and soon find themselves around her waist in a hug to keep her in place. Her swollen red cheeks turn redder than tomatoes as this point as her head leans in on his shoulder, her hands placed upon his chest, like a maiden sleeping over a lover.

THe windows open up slowly, letting a gust of wind passing through. It is cold as yuki-onna's touch, yet it does not bother them. Linda's face rises up to her lover's, staring him deep in the eyes. He breathes heavily, her intention as clear as river water. Her pouted lips garner his gaze as she re-positions herself in a seiza position over his legs. One of his hand leaves her back to cup her chin. Seems he was awaiting this moment as well. Both breath heavily, faces ever closer to the other. Their eyes close...

...and then, their lips finally connect...