Pay Check
I picked up the piece of paper attached to my desk, reluctant to read the message.
Dear Workers,
I expect to see all of you in the main building at 8:00 sharp immediately after the side shop's closing time tomorrow. Wear something casual… no really, dressing to impress won't help you.
-With much hate,
Tsunade
I read the message repeatedly before coming to a completely relevant conclusion: being new sucked. It was my first day at the world's largest mall and joining company- the mall of which Tsunade had just called a shop- and I knew that if it was anything like my other jobs, I had about six more days before I was sacked.
My 'partner' as Tsunade called it, was my buddy Kiba. He'd signed for the job along with me and, fortunately, was paired to be my partner. At first I thought the idea of partners was a load of bull until an older worker explained they were either your damnation or your redemption point.
Your partner was in charge of telling Tsunade were your ass was when you weren't there on a work day whether she knew or not. If she caught you lying [she refuses to tell whether or not your partner called in] you are sacked on the spot. If you give your partner a bad alibi there's a good chance they'll be in a much worse place the next time they take a 'day off'. However, if you and your partner are friends you've got little to worry about.
Speak of the dog-fanatic boy, here he was now. Kiba ran up to me, brown hair moving with his long strides.
"Naruto!" he yelled despite the fact he was right in front of me, it was hard not to strangle him. "Did you get a note?" He asked somewhat quieter.
I nodded.
"Was it from the boss?"
I nodded.
"Should I go for dressy casual?"
I nodded.
"You aren't even listening are you?"
I nodded.
"Are you going to keep nodding?"
I nodded.
"You want me to tell Lee you wanna join him in his eternal quest for youth?"
I frowned and glared at my friend.
"You wouldn't dare." I whispered menacingly.
Kiba laughed. "Much better, anyway, should I dress up?"
I stared at the fool. "Did you even read the note? Of course not!"
"Thanks man!" Kiba yelled, seeing as he was already sprinting off.
I sighed and shook my head, I was too nervous to talk to Kiba normally, what I wouldn't do for a bowl of ramen. I walked up the stairs to the sixth floor slowly, dreading the professional air I knew would be in such a place. I turned onto the hall, waiting to hear the soft tapping of keyboards. And indeed I was greeted with-
"MY GOD, KAKASHI IF YOU DON'T PUT THAT DAMN PORN DOWN I'LL KNEE YOU SO HARD YOUR ADOPTED CHILDREN WON'T GIVE BIRTH! MALE OR FEMALE! TAKE OFF THAT FUCKING MASK! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT ESCAPING THROUGH THAT WINDOW! THIS IS THE SIXTH FLOOR GODDAMMIT!"
I stared at the pink haired woman chasing either a grandpa or albino around. I raised a hand to announce my awesome presence was about to enter the room when another voice blared out.
"I DARE you Sakura! I fucking DARE you to touch him! I don't care what you do with his body but remember the man-jewels are MINE! All offense to them I take personally!"
"Shut up Iruka! Why is it that you only start talking when I threaten to castrate him!"
"er…" I whispered quietly.
"ALLA YOU SIT THE HELL DOWN! WE HAVE A NEW PARTNER IN CRIME….er….member, I was going to say member."
"Nobody listens to you Shizune, just sit down and shut up."
I watched in awe as a pen implanted itself into a now shrieking pinkette's forehead. It was a large target but still…
"Ahem!" I coughed loudly. Everyone [except the screaming pink-head] turned to me. "'The awesomeness that is Uzumaki Naruto has arrived! Please restrain all impulses to kneel on the floor and kiss his feet! No he is not God, though he is mistaken for him often! No, his hair was not made of particles of the sun; it's far too cool for that. Yes, you may worship him."
The office was completely silent and I began to feel somewhat self-conscious when the man named Iruka spoke up.
"…So where is he?"
The occupants of the office descended into laughter and I couldn't help but chuckle embarrassedly.
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The workday had been hectic; during the last hour everyone had suddenly sobered up and went into work overdrive. Thus, three days of late work was finished in sixty minutes. I walked up the three flights of stairs needed to reach my apartment's door.
Twisting the key in the lock, I flopped onto my bed, exhausted. I sighed contentedly as sleep took over; it was nice to relax…
-7 hours into the future.-
I woke up at seven in the morning- exactly one hour and thirty minutes to get to work.
Shit.
I jumped in the bathroom managing to shower in less than five minutes and dry my hair in hyper-drive. Racing against the clock I deodorized myself while cooking breakfast and ate an egg sandwich while dressing.
Twenty minutes to get to work which was fourty minutes away. I breathed out; there was only one thing to do. I picked up my phone and held it to my ear, whispering one word as the individual I was calling answered.
"Gaara."
*Dollars-Yen-Euro-Rupees-Lek- Dinar-Kwanza-Peso-Dram-Guilder-Taka- Ruble-Franc-Ngultrum- Marka*
I hoped out of the well-kept Lexis happily, turning back to my favorite speeding red-head.
"Thanks, Gaara; I don't know how to pay you back…"
He stared at me with a very, very, very small grin.
"Try not screaming like a little girl when I drive fifty miles above the speed limit just to save your ass."
With that he drove off and I waited to flip him off when his car was out of sight. Honestly I had gotten to work ten minutes early. I'm allowed to scream a little. I took the elevator this time and turned into the office to see a black bird sitting on the windowsill….oh wait no… that was hair.
The person on the window however had their eyes closed not to mention they were gorgeous. It stirred something deep within me and I just wanted to…
To…
To push him out of the window.
Seriously, who falls asleep in the SIXTH FLOOR WINDOW! It's like asking to be pushed. I could see the headlines now: Cockatoo bird-man falls to his untimely death for his stupidity!
I walked stealthily to the window and shoved him. Hard.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no murderer and I didn't want kill him…just…break him a bit. Which was why I wasn't expecting him to be awake and latch onto my arm, pulling me with him. We both screamed as we fell the long distance downwards to our deaths….and hit a metal canopy not even a floor down.
The bird-man looked up at me, his eyes blazing in anger.
"THIS is why I told Tsunade to stop hiring fucking PSYHCOS! You do understand that was a murder attempt right? You could have fucking KILLED ME! This is why I don't come to work anymore, this isn't a hospital, a mall, or even a business building- it's an ASYLUM! I ALMOST FUCKING DIED!"
He breathed heavily for some moments before I gave him a pat on the shoulder and said.
"You're still alive though!"
He glared.
"I swear, I'm going to push you off this building…"
I held up my hands in surrender.
"Hold it, I'm the one doing the possible murder here- not you."
He continued to glare.
And glare.
And glare.
And glare until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out a pen from my briefcase which was miraculously still attached to my arm and steeled myself for all the blood he would spew while I gouged out his eyes. I crossed myself three times and lunged at him and managed to stop the pen a mere inch from his right eye.
He breathed in and out for several moments and I scooted back at the aura of hatred surrounding him.
"DID YOU HEAR A SINGLE WORD I SAID? STOP TRYING TO FU-"
"Sasuke stop taking your PMS out on the newbie. Why are you down there anyway?"
Thank God for Shizune.
"H-he pushed me out the w-w- window!" I wailed but my raucous laughter proved that to be a lie.
Shizune smiled, "I like you kid, here's a hand, if you stand up you should be able to reach it."
Shizune pulled me up and left Sasuke to Sakura. I ignored their hulk-like strength and got to 'work'. The day moved on quickly and soon…
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"You may all sit down." The Creator-of-breasts told us.
We obeyed.
"Raise your hand if you like the company so far."
All hands went up.
"Raise your hand if you're nervous right now"
Half the room raised their hands.
"Raise your hand if you want to know why you're here"
All hands went up.
"Raise your hand if you don't really give a damn you just want to get this over with."
Only one hand was left standing.
Tsunade glared at the sleepy-eyed male and ordered icily, "You may stay after the meeting."
The rest of the meeting went smoothly. She told us her expectations, took questions, and gave us some information on the company. Then she told us that the position under her was open for grabs. Then she assigned it to the lazy guy upon the reason –and I quote- "are you kidding me? All of you wanted to know what the hell I called you for and then leave. He was the only one with the balls to admit it though".
I officially hate Shikamaru.
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Ten minutes later
Shikamaru just gave me five dollars to buy ramen because I was broke. We're best friends.
Gaara dropped by to pick me up since I didn't have a car being that he brought me. Kiba attempted to come with us and was promptly kicked out of the car.
Finally, some forty minutes later [Gaara drove the speed limit!], I arrived home and fell asleep not bothering to set my alarm.
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