To Live Again, For the First Time!

Moulan prepared to leave the office room so that he could go contemplate his life decisions, but Elijah stopped him right before he stood up.

"Don't you want to see what you did in the rest of the time you spent with that lass?" Elijah asked slyly after securing the signed contract.

Moulan: ???

Moulan: [Maybe I can get some insight into how to improve. This may be my key to getting one step closer to the advanced realms of a Master hypnotist.]

Though Moulan didn't think that Emilin was at the advanced master realm level just yet, he was sure she was at least closer to that than he was.

"Show me, show me!" Moulan nearly grabbed right onto Elijah's hands in excitement.

"Sure, it's right here," Elijah laughed joyously at Moulan's eager response.

His laughter clearly held no good intentions, but Moulan wasn't paying enough attention as he thought about what could have happened while he was with the young lass.

Elijah had cut off the parts where Emilin was pacing around, only leaving the interrogation part, if you could even call it that.

*Click*

And so the long film started.

While Elijah laughed as he watched the same film for the third time, Moulan watched for the first, his reaction not being in any way inferior to Elijah's, just not in the same way.

THREE LONG HOURS LATER

Moulan: ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Moulan: How did I get trapped by this bastard, 10 fucking years! This is a scam! A scam I tell you.

Moulan: Not only was I tricked by that little girl, but I was also even scammed by this scum right after? Can't you let a man off?

Moulan: Where's the basic trust between human beings huh!?

Moulan: Where's the love and care?

TRUST: "I WAS EATEN BY THE MAN SEATED ACROSS FROM YOU"

LOVE JUMPING OUT THE NON-EXISTENT WINDOW IN THE UNDERGROUND ROOM. "SAYONARA BABY."

CARE: "THERE, THERE. IT'S NOT THAT BAD. SHOULD I LEAVE SO THAT YOU WON'T CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS MATTER? OH, YOU MEANT THE CARE BETWEEN HUMANS? WHAT CARE? WHY HAVEN'T I HEARD OF SUCH A THING?"

"Fuck fuck fuck. What did I do to deserve this?" Moulan swore as the sailor within him surfaced after he met some turbulent waters.

Elijah just silently watched as Moulan vented out his anger. The least he could do at this point was give the man some peace.

" I can't argue with Orange being a pretty decent anime, but I hate the color orange!" He said, mostly out of spite for his previous actions rather than the actual color.

"If I see anyone eat an orange, or wear orange, I swear they're dead to me!" He continued.

"Now, now. Don't make that wronged face, why don't you take a look at yourself first?" Elijah couldn't stay silent as he looked at Moulan make a joke out of himself knowing that there were also cameras in this room.

Moulan looked down at where Elijah was pointing.

*sniffle* *sniffle*

"FUck I Don'T... nO... GeT tHis off oF mE," Moulan said as he slowly strangled himself with his orange tie.

Elijah: [... I guess that young lass was mistaken. His brain did get fried after all.]

[Authors Note: Fried by Emilin and then roasted by you baby. That's what I call a power couple.]

*Huff*

*Huff*

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that I had this morbid thing on me?" Moulan asked in frustration, throwing his tie to the ground.

Elijah just shrugged.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to react like that?"

"Humph! Whatever. Now delete that stupid clip."

Moulan fumed, but Elijah could only shake his head in response.

"Before you jump on me, and question why I won't delete it to save what is left of your dignity, shouldn't you first question all the reasons why you shouldn't have this deleted?" Elijah prompted.

"What gibberish are you talking about! Nothing you will say can convince me. I won't be leaving this place before you delete it," he claimed haughtily.

*Sigh*

"Don't you think it's a little too wasteful to delete such an amazing resource? After all, this is the hypnosis process of someone even better than you." Elijah persuaded.

"This is some first-hand experience you are deleting along with any chances of recalling your residue memories," Elijah's face showed his reluctance.

"But seeing as you insist, as someone who cherishes their subordinates, it seems like I have no other choice..."

His finger hovered over the delete button while his mouth showed a smile that told Moulan that everything before that moment was just an act.

Even so, he had no choice but to give in.

"Stop!"

"Ok, ok, I'm completely convinced now pass me a damn copy! I'll analyze the shit out of this piece of crap before reaching her level and then surpassing the young miss."

Elijah lifted an eyebrow.

"Young miss?"

"Of course, how rude is it to call a fellow master hypnotist young lass? No matter how young or eccentric she is, she's at least my equal!" Moulan announced proudly.

"Equal?" He asked.

'More like superior.' Elijah inwardly thought.

Moulan left in a huff when he saw where this conversation was going. There was really no point in staying any longer, after all, it seemed like the longer he stayed, the worse off he would be. 

Not to mention he had a long-ass film to study.

***

Xander had been nervous on his whole trip picking Emilin up and now that he had finally met her, the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed.

He sat in the living room of the apartment that Emilin had rented playing around on his phone while Levi came with some tea.

As for the young girl Emilin, she was taking a much-needed shower accompanied by a relaxing bubble bath.

Xander quietly waited in the living room, sipping on his tea. He was fine even if there was nothing else in this apartment. Levi had made sure to bring all the refreshments necessary.

He had even done some grocery shopping to buy the ingredients to bake a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, which he was also surprisingly good at.

Knowing how to make comfort food was a must in Levi's books to become qualified enough to be called half-decent as an assistant, not to mention a perfect one.

"Ha."

Xander was on ANSWERASAP.com for some quick answers on: "How do you interact with young ladies in a friendly, but not courting manner to establish a good business relationship, and yes I mean that in the literal sense, not in any metaphorical, creepy, deprived way."

Just from how long, elaborate, and detailed the question had to be, I'm sure you can tell how many answers that were not so related to his issue had been given.

He still got responses from people who took him for a deprived young, and or old, lad.

Those just had to be ignored.

As for this last one, it finally made him realize something.

LOLIRESPONDTHEFASTEST:

[lol what do you even mean, just make small talk you know? You just need three things in order to succeed in having a productive conversation with a lady.

1) Be handsome

2) Have a brain bigger than the size of a pea

3) Be handsome

If you have all three, then you're set, if you don't then lol, you can just give it a break and try hitting the gym. If that doesn't work, then you better get off the internet before you get depressed. Do you're best now, good luck.]

Something in Xander's brain just clicked.

The first revelation he had had after 20 minutes of searching.

ANSWERASAP.com was useless.

Absolutely useless.

Xander threw his phone to the side. He instead grabbed a cookie that had just popped out of the oven onto the plate that his assistant Levi had brought to him.

Levi had made sure to only bring the cookies over after they cooled down enough and sure enough when Xander took a bite off of the deliciously warm chocolate chip cookie, his mouth was filled with the molasses goodness, the same one that now permeated the air.

They were simply divine.

Sometimes Xander felt like this assistant of his, whom he saw more as an equal, was just too fit for his role.

So much so that he nearly couldn't believe it when he recalled that Levi had previously been his supervisor when Xander was still in his teens.

While Xander thought of this, the door of the bathroom opened and Emilin came out with wet hair, another sports outfit, and a towel around her neck,

"I smell food." She said, taking a cookie off the plate that Xander was eating from.

The moment they dissolved into her mouth, she knew that she had made the right decision to let them in and take them under her wing.

Xander didn't know this, but this cookie had just given Emilin a better impression of him, making her slightly more willing to take him in as her disciple in the future, but truth be told, he probably wouldn't want to know.

"You're done?" Xander asked.

Emilin just stared at him silently as she went in for her second cookie.

In retrospect, it probably wasn't the best idea to ask someone who already didn't talk much a yes or no question, and what was worse was that it was even a rhetorical one.

"Then what do you want to do next?" He asked.

He still hadn't given up on the plan of learning as much as he could from the great master's disciple.