Busy week

Arriving home I was greeted by the sight of grandpa being approached by two people wearing black tuxedos.

(What the hell? Did the Yakuza got out of Japan and created a new branch here? Or are those people from M.I.B. looking for some lost alien that passed by? No, they must be the famous agents from FBI! That would make more sense! ....Actually no, it wouldn't!)

While I was having the most crazy delusions about what could be happening, my grandpa caught sight of me.

"Hey, son! Come here! These people want to have a word with you!"

(Eh!? Me!? Did they finally discover I was seeding pirate Anime through torrents and come to arrest me!?)

Surprised, I took a look at my grandpa's face...

(Yeah, it's that poker face, he must be having fun... Well, I can't delay this forever! Let's go!)

Not knowing what was going on, I ran to them and after reaching grandpa's side, I made a small nod and greeted them as politely as I could.

"G-good afternoon sirs. What can I do for your?"

Taking a peek at their faces, I noticed one of them was actually a woman, which made me turn bright red from embarrassment because of having called her a sir, but at the same time I realized my mistake, I had no courage to correct myself, making my head enter a loop that resulted in me getting more and more embarrassed as time progressed.

Luckily she didn't mind and in a business like manner started talking to me.

"Good day little sir King. We are Rosa Martins and Ian Nunes, and we work for the Hunter's Guild."

"Hunter's Guild!?"

The Hunter's Guild was an extremely famous multinational company that dealt with Dungeon Explorations and everything related to it. They mainly acted as middlemen between associated Hunters and each Country's Government for multiple things like renting a dungeon portal, paying taxes, selling loot, organizing raids and more. The organization was so famous that even a high-school student like me would have heard of them, but exactly because I knew them that I had no idea what they wanted with me.

"Yes, have your grandfather told you about us?"

(Well, yeah, who the hell doesn't know the Hunter's Guild? Sure grandfather mentioned them to me more than once and I even made a few delivers on their local store, but what does this have to do with anything? Did I mess up on the deliver date or something? But that makes no sense! I was in bed all this time!)

"...O-Of course!"

"Great, this will speed things up! Then, here is the contract."

The woman smiled and presented a pile of papers to me and a pen so I could sign it.

"...Contract?"

(Did I contract them to do anything? No way, even if I had a fever I would never make such mistake! Their services are way out of my league and even if I sold my kidney I wouldn't have enough money to pay for it! So what the hell is this contract about??)

I looked at my only family present for some support or explanation but all the damn old man did was smile and say nothing...

Seeing my confusion the woman tilted her head as well.

"Anything wrong?"

(I think the best thing to do in times like this is to come clean...)

"Yeah! No! I mean.... Sorry, I'm lost. Can you explain to me from the beginning??"

"...Of course! One week ago you killed 5 wolf puppies, correct?"

(Should I say yes? But the police told me to not say anything about the incident... But these people seem to already know about it... Dear god, what do I say???)

Not knowing what to do I looked at Grandpa again who this time had a bit of mercy and nodded to me.

"Y-yes, I killed them."

"Right. On the following day your grandfather contacted us about the event, wishing to sell the bodies of the wolf puppies. While we do work with selling loot acquired from dungeons, our services are only available for those associated with us, so such request was not normally possible, also, because of your identity as an underage and a student, it should be impossible for us to make a normal hunter contract with you, but, due to details that I'm unauthorized to disclose, the upper management agreed to make an exception and provide you a hunter license free of charge."

"Hmm...."

(Details that she was unauthorized to disclose? What the hell was that? This sounds suspicious but considering grandpa is involved, maybe he got a friend or some contact in the Hunter's Guild... Even then this kind of favor is never free. This makes me wonder what kind of price he had to pay to open this door...)

I sighed...

(Damn, it seems like I keep giving grandpa trouble even while in bed...)

Not allowing my brain to keep up, the woman kept talking:

"So we prepared the contract and processed the wolves corpses, and all that was left was for you to sign the contract. But because you were hurt during your hunt, the contract signature was left pending for the next week, which is today."

"I see..."

(Well, that's not exactly accurate, the one who hurt me was not the wolves but I think it's better to not say anymore.)

"So, here is the contract. Sign it and we shall deliver the payment for the wolves bodies minus the registration fee."

"O-okay..."

After this I just signed the contract, which thinking back now it was a really dump move on my side as I had not even read it.

As I finished signing the contract, Ian took his smartphone and pressed it's screen a few time then made a thumbs up signal.

"The money has been transferred to your account. Here is your copy of the contract, I suggest you to read it on your free time. With this we are finished here, please contact us if you have need of any of our services again."

After shaking hands with them, we saw them off.

"Grandpa, you could have told me about this...."

"And spoil the surprise? No way!"

"...I hate you!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Anyway, with this matter out of the way, I entered the house and started reading the school's books so I could write my essays.

--//--

The following days no more surprises occurred.

School was as boring as ever and reviewing everything that was taught through the year didn't make it any better. After school I had to read those cursed school books and write one essay about each of them. There were twelve books in total, so I organized my schedule and did 3 essays per day, which was more than enough to drain any energy I had left and ensure a deep sleep full of nightmares at night.

(I can't believe they are making me write an essay about Math! This is ridiculous!!!)

This whole experience was a bit traumatic to me so I shall skip details and go directly to the end, this will not only save me from further mental damage, but also save you from a tiresome and boring description. Deal? Good!

Finally Friday arrived and there were no more essays left for me to do. This meant my night was free and I could sleep early and have my deserved rest before the show. Just the simple thought of being able to sleep all night made me drowsy and my steps unsteady, but I still had a long day to go before my long waited rest arrived, so I tried to control myself and continued to walk to school.

So I walked the path to school, three steps right and two steps left, or was it three? Maybe dreamland was already at reach or this was the true definition of sleep walking, I couldn't see correctly the path ahead of me as my eyes refused to open and just as my mind protested against working wishing for a little bit of peace, a sudden slap hit my back in full power taking me down to the ground.

"GOOOOOD MORNING!!!! Eh!? Joel!? Joel!!! Don't die!!!!"

"...."

I had no energy to answer back... Actually the sidewalk's asphalt felt quite comfortable. It was just a little bit hot due to the morning sun, but not hot enough to burn anything, just enough for the warmth emanating from it to be a perfect invite to the land of dreams and not even the pain from the newly made scratches or the monkey jumping and screaming around me would be able to stop me now.

"Oh no! What do I do now!? I think I killed him! Should I call the ambulance? No, wait, let's take his temperature first! Maybe it's just fever! Now, where was that anal thermometer...?"

The feeling of my chastity at risk worked better than five cups of black coffee, making me jump back up at once as if nothing ever happened.

"Go mess with your own ass! Damn Raf, don't you know how to hold back!?"

"Hahahahaha! Nope. Not at all!"

"Oh, shut up! Let's get moving!"

"So, what's up? Why are you behaving like a citizen from R*ccoon city?"

"Writing those essays until 4 a.m. every single day, for a whole week, that's what happened!"

"Essays? Did you decide to became a journalist now?"

"No! It's those damn essays! From every single subject at school!"

"Oh! Those essays!"

"What? Did you forget about them? Don't tell me you didn't even start them yet."

"Yeah, I didn't even start!"

"Man, those essays will weight a third of your semester's grade! Are you sure you can just leave them like that? Don't say you are going to do them on the weekend, this weekend we got the Titan fair, and you are gonna participate the tournament, so how are you going to find time to do them all?"

Maybe I was being a bit mean here, but Raf was quite lazy unless there was someone whipping him to work, so it was a safe bet that he would not finish this alone unless someone interfered. Usually this someone was me, but I was busy enough with the fair, the whole event would take two days leaving me no time him out.

"They can't be that bad...."

"Well, they are. Remember I warned you! Don't come begging me for help later!"

"Don't worry man! I will finish it in a flash! I got a secret weapon prepared! So, have you finish all preparing your booth?"

(OMG!!! I completely forgot!!! I was so invested in those damn essays that I didn't have time to prepare the material for my booth!!!)

Noticing the mistake on my part, I decided to change plans right away.

"Rafael, we are friends, right?"

"Sure."

"Friends help each other, right?"

"Sure."

"Can you answer the roll call on my place at school?"

"Sh-no!"

"Why not!? You always do it!"

"Last time I did that the teacher found out. Now he is aware of me."

"Damn! Oh, come on! It's the last day of school! He won't even notice!"

"Hmm...."

"Look, I will give you my essays so you can use them as reference instead of reading those damn books!"

"Not enough."

"Hey! I thought we were friends, you damn profiteer!!"

"We are! But this is this, that is that."

"Damn! All right! I will also give you Mayumi's picture from last year!"

"The one she is in bikini from the field trip?"

"Yeah."

"Deal!"

(Sorry Mayumi, it's for the good of the nation! Well, not really, but it's not like you know this picture even exists anyway...)

"All right! See you tomorrow!"

"Don't forget the picture!"

"Don't worry!"

It's not like missing the last day would make much difference on my grade, I just wanted to prevent the school from calling home, after all it had been only a week since my last mess, so it was a bit too soon to trouble grandpa again.

With all this in mind I turned around and started to run.

"First stop... back home!"