It really didn't take long.
It truly didn't.
For Kilo to do something completely stupid and almost set my house ablaze. I had given the college the heads up about another person staying with me...during my cleaning frenzy. I walk through the house and to the laundry room, seeing that Kilo is at an absolute loss of how to operate the washing machine, I luckily catch him before he could turn the washing machine into his personal flooding machine. I just keep laughing as I show him how to operate the laundry room. Luckily he knows what loads are and how certain clothes need to be washed. I do have clothing lines, it's connected to the laundry room, I look outside and I see all of my delicate clothes and clothes that can't go to the washing machine all lined up and literally little to no space left on the lines, I am impressed. I long whistle as I stare at the clothing lines. "I thought I could help with laundry." he says, fiddling with his hands as I look at all the laundry baskets filled if not overflowing with dirty and neglected clothing, "and I thank you for the thought." I say to him as I load the washing machine with one of the laundry baskets, the laundry basket in my hands happened to have dresses in them...this is gonna be good. He watches as I load the washing machine after prepping the dresses for the well needed cleaning. I loaded the washing machine to the brim with these dresses and set the load setting to 'overwhelmingly huge' AKA...I forgot to do laundry one to many times and it became too much. I then press the large button where the washing machine will wash the clothing at what load, a key pad floats before my eyes from the button and I typed in a sequence of numbers because of the overwhelmingly huge load that is in the washing machine, this sequence in this instance is for dresses, some of them are badly stained and incredibly dirty and need a thorough cleaning is: 130066688999314; meant for heavy duty stains and neglect at an all time high. It's going to clean and get out every single stain and putrid smell out of these dresses and will not stop until it is done, no matter how set the stain it'll come out. I used five large marble sized fabric softener each one having a different design even though they are of the same color scheme (white and green), one of my most potent laundry detergent within my possession...shining royal blue. I poured exactly 8 cups of this good smelling cleaner that has the potency of high grade bleach. The scent is nice though.
Kilo had been watching and asking question throughout the entire process including of why I use such extreme methods. I did tell him which product is which and I showed him how to operate the washing machine, if he wants the sequences to the more powerful loads and settings he'll have to come to me about it. After all, all of the clothes have to be cleaned. All of them are different but I know which ones are cooperative with one another or not. Once the washing machine had been started. I didn't even hesitate with showing him how to operate the dryer. He always asks questions and I happily answer him. I walk out of the laundry room practically dragging Kilo with me as he wanted to remain in the laundry room and although I didn't want to leave him alone in there as I don't want him to turn the dryer into his own personal gate to hell. He knows this and doesn't mind, he had to say it to my face multiple times before I couldn't help but believe him. Oh, he also said this while looking me in eye.

I go to one of my workrooms, set up with everything I need to continue making an income. One of said income is practically fulfilling Caesar's orders...and the most expensive ones at that. It doesn't help that Nina backs him up. I do many things but some things I am well known for, my sewing and crafting are amongst the most popular. I would sometimes send some of my harvest from my garden to Lumin under the 'reason' that I had too much and I have sent him at least a few pounds of fruits and vegetables and quite a bit of melons every other month. I would even prep and pack a few of the things that I have gotten from my garden, spices and flowers are amongst my favorites to send. The man can be pretty damn creative with what is given to him. He sends me some of his divine baking sometimes.
I have begun one of Caesar's orders, a pretty damn complicated custom suit with multiple different colors, gemstone/crystal embroidery and different kinds of color thread. This man may be helping me with my income (he's fully aware of what he's doing and is going crazy with it) but he may kill me one day with his orders, but hey; he pays full price and knows exactly what he's getting and will never complain. He'll only go piece of shit that is every kind of entitled rich prick is if it's completely warranted. I have covered my tracks so well and go over my bases to all of my clients multiple times over so that it will never hold in court. I have sent Caesar the designs for what he wanted and he has complete control if it comes to life or it never leaves the page. I have full conversations with him about what he could want this suit to look like. Once the final design is submitted, I give him updates of the progress both written and photographic, leaving the final product as a surprise (as per his request).
He truly does love his surprises. Especially when it's my custom products.

I like doing the embroidery by hand, especially for this lovable asshole. I will use one of the old fashion sewing machines that are scattered around the sewing room. It takes a very long time even without breaks, it takes at least nine to fifteen hours with just the shirt...as the shirt is pure thread work. Luckily for me, he paid incredibly generously for everything made in house. Although this is an option, it's a more expensive option as I will literally make everything in house. But hey; more money. And this asshole is a rich asshole to boot. So I know that he has money to spare, and he doesn't even try to haggle me (he knows it'll end badly) about the prices about my products. If it's true quality work, he'll pay full price and then some. But if it's shit; you have never seen a cheery and chipper blonde man become incredibly scary and angry so quickly.
I had to make a bolt of new fabric and dyes as he wanted certain colors that I haven't been able to make in a while. And don't even get me fucking started on the crystals, stones and beads. But I'm thankful for his high demands as a fire would be lit under my ass and I had to make the supplies necessary for the projects that he would order and I would have to make more and in different kinds and varieties of said supplies so that I wouldn't panic like I would if this were to happen again. And knowing the rich and wealthy that is some of my schoolmates, that'll happen quite often. Most aren't willing to meet my prices unless the Power Couple were to endorse it. To which they are more than willing to pay my price and are my most prominent customers as a result.
I go to the mannequin that looks exactly like Caesar. Tall, broad shoulders, incredibly built, beautiful blonde hair just passed his ears with sky blue eyes, the mannequin is reflective crystal blue. He used his hair and fingerprints on the mannequin in order to make it look exactly like him. He normally would've used blood but I used the Eye Print option of the mannequin, which isn't used all that much as it's a little too 'invasive' for some people.
But it'll give results.
I begin putting the outfit together, the shoes are the first things done as making shoes takes a bitch and a half to make especially the way that this rich flamboyant asshole wants it. It's quite the ordeal but ultimately worth it, I check the details over and over again as I work on the order. The feeling of the thread and needle in my hands as I stitch fabric together has always calmed me down.
A knock sounded on the door, "come in." I call and Kilo comes in with a tall can of caffeinated goodness that is Lightning Wire, a tall white can with colored lightning in the form of a wire, the lightning color changes depending on the flavor. He hands me the can and sits next to me, "what are you working on?" Kilo asks as he looks at Caesar's order,
"Oh. An order. I do plenty things in order to pay my bills. My sewing and craftsmanship is amongst my most popular." I explain as he looks at Caesar's suit,
"It's exquisite."
"I sure as hell hope so. This dude dropped a lot of money on this. I can't fuck it up now."
"This man has ordered from you before?" Kilo looks at me with awe and with a smile on his face
"Meh...not just him, but he's one of my highest paying clients." I say as I look over the piece that I placed upon the mannequin duplicate, looking for any kind of flaws within the piece. I truly can't afford to mess up a single order. I will go crazy if I were to give any one of my clients a flawed product.
"I take it that he has paid the appropriate amount for your hard work? After all, you've been working nonstop for the past 13 hours."
"It's been that long already?"
"Yes. Although I do not blame you. I am just as bad with my reading. Your library is most helpful." He admits. We both chuckle breathlessly at our own expense
"It's just too bad you can't work a computer."
"Just how long do you intend to hold that against me? I'm trying to get better." He looks at me as I pull the tab and slight steam comes from the can, opening the drink. Taking a break from the mountain of orders that I have to finish.
I both love Nina and Caesar but I also hate them at the same time. Love them since they are practically advertising my works, hate them because their orders are so elaborate and all the people that they bring are a mixed bag. Some of them within that bag are the kinds of customers I wish are Servitors (the servants and executioners of the dragons, The Dragon Hierarchy mainly but other dragons have Servitors).
"Till the end of time. But hey, I do that to all of my friends. Well, not all of them."
"Which one is spared from this cruel treatment?" he feign pleas. I chuckle as I take a swig of my drink
"His name is Lumin. The reason I don't bring up any of his mess ups or hold anything against him...is because he does it himself. I don't need to tease him, everyone teases him, including himself. It's not healthy. Especially for him." I say as I look at my can, remembering all the conversations that I held with the brunette. "He needs confidence. I intend to give it to him."
"You treat people with how they need to be treated..." he says and our eyes meet, he practically turns red as he has the biggest hand caught in the cookie jar look on his face possible and I just smile. A sad smile, "and if they aren't real with me. I'm not real with them. If they have a superiority complex a few miles high, I will knock them down to earth and if they have humbleness to the point of self-destructive and self-deprecating. I will give them the praise that they need."
"Isn't this Lumin a coward though?" he overheard one of my conversations with Caesar, I hardened my stare upon him
"No. He has enough on his plate and underestimate him and you will end up on the floor. He just needs a bit of help to be where he truly needs to be." I reply
"No need for fangs. I am just curious." he holds up his hands in surrender. I sounded a 'tch' from my mouth, actively biting my tongue so I don't rip him a new asshole. "I see that you are pretty protective of your friends." he said as he gets up. I nod and we continue to chat. Getting back to pleasantness and peace. Something that doesn't come to me often.

My phone begins to ring, the ringtone one of the many songs I use to annoy my friends...some get angry because of the songs I pick, this one is from Japan, My Will from Inuyasha. Kilo wanders back to my personal library as I walk out of my sewing room and practically dash to the kitchen as I intend to make tea with this bastard.
I pick up as I get the kettle going, "Why HELLO Kai Gen! I just got the kettle going to make some sweet tea." I say into the phone overly chipper and sickly sugary sweet.
"Must you do that every time I call?"
"Well of course, sir sourpuss." I can practically hear him shutter as he knows why I call him that. It's not good
"I have called because I need a favor." he's trying to save face, and I know his call is on speaker as he would say quietly, "Fuma-San, I blame you."
"Figures." I sigh
"I'm sorry that you see it that way. But my sister amongst others want some of your crafts...and I'm wondering if you could..."
"I told you once. I told you a thousand times! I am NOT making a kimono for you nor any of the clans within the Japanese Branch. If Nina, Caesar and Jo begging on their knees can't get me to make a kimono, you sure as hell can't!" I growl out at him, knowing that the others are whispering amongst one another while I can feel him trying not to cry, "besides..." I sigh...a hush falls upon the other line, "I don't have the material. To make the kimono, not even for low grade quality ones let alone the high class ones that you're thinking of." I admit
"If I could send you--"
"No." I interrupt. Which is unusual for me. I normally let them dig themselves a bigger hole to throw themselves in.
"But--"
"No." I'm firm
"What will it take?"
"Can you bring my dog back?"
"You're still mad about that!?" Fuma roared
"FUMA-SAN!" Kai snapped
"Lose everything you know, love and cherish. The only thing remaining is a small puppy. Only to be taken away from you in a fucking turf war." I snarl
"I understand that you're still upset--"
I cut Kai off again, who's trying to mitigate the situation, "upset doesn't begin to cover it!! No amount of money, sweets or power will bring him back! I couldn't even bring him home for a proper burial because of the fucking napalm!" I yell, I can feel the tears stinging my eyes and my emotions running high, I swallow the sobs coming up my throat, they are dead quiet, they are surprised about my response, I am rarely emotional as I show emotion in subtle ways. Nor do I ever raise my voice. But one thing that they of the Japanese Branch knows, I don't cry. Not in front of them, nor anywhere within all of Japan...hell Nina and other girls wonder if I have tear ducts and Lumin had gotten his hands on my medical records. I manage to calm myself to speak without breaking down into tears, "don't ever call me again if you intend to just insult me. You know what you've done. I will not do anything for you until you hand me a sincere apology, written and in person. Ask about the kimonos again, I will make it my personal mission to make your lives absolute hell." and I hung up. Only Kai, Aoi (his younger brother) and Yumi (different clan leader and Lumin's soon-to-be girlfriend who sees Kai as her older brother) have my number and no one else in all of Japan has my phone number.
As soon as I hung up, I threw my phone across the room and broke down crying.