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forces, we shall conquer all! MUAHAHAHAA!
A/N: You might not understand this. I sure don't, and I wrote it. Just be warned that Hiei is more than a little OOC. Oh, and Hiei's the head of some company, and pretty much everyone else works for him. Except Koenma--he's a truck driver living in Minnesota.
WARNING: The author was listening to some really freaky techno-type music when she wrote this.
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Hiei sat down at his desk, straightening his tie. Today was a perfect day. A perfect day...to...WORK! Well, no, actually it was a perfect day to train, but NO ONE CARED, RIGHT?!
Anyway.
He sat down at his desk and straightened his tie, shuffling papers and looking important. He thought he looked very professional, with his black suit and tie, and his nice, shiny, polished shoes. Yes. Very professional indeed. The shoes just completed the entire outfit. The shoes were the heart and soul of the outfit! They were the most important thing in the entire building—no, the town—no, the world! WITHOUT THE SHOES, EVERYONE WOULD DIE!
Hiei smirked. "Yes," he murmured, nodding to himself as he gazed at his reflection in his shoes with satisfaction. He looked -good-. Not just good, but -good-. Of course, he had to look -good-. He //was// the owner/manager/boss of the company. He still had no idea what the damn company did, but who in Hades cared? He had his shoes, and that's all that mattered.
As Hiei flipped through the stack of papers, he selected a few to hang on his office wall. At the last meeting, he had asked his workers to draw portraits of themselves. Yusuke, he noted, had tremendous artistic ability. The stick figures were truly beautiful, and his way of drawing a circle so that it resembled more of a dead fish—simply wonderful. He'd have to frame this piece of artwork.
Soon Hiei was bored. He stared out the window, wishing he could go out and play with the other children. "Mother? Why do they laugh at me?" he asked.
His mother gazed at him with tears falling from her eyes.
"I just want...to fit in," Hiei said sadly.
"Oh, my poor boy," said his mother. She hugged him tightly, and he sobbed quietly.
"Um...Mister Hiei? Why are you hugging a lamp?" Keiko, a high school girl asked, puzzled.
Hiei stared at her, then at the lamp he was hugging. He scowled. "It tricked me," he muttered. Turning to Keiko, the businessman exclaimed, "You! What are you doing here?! Get out of my house, and take your cheese biscuits with you!"
Keiko blinked and took a step back. "Um, okay, but I have these papers for you...It's the essays on penguins you asked the staff to write," she said, handing Hiei a stack of black and white papers.
Hiei snatched them and began to leaf through, making sure everything was in place. "What the--?!" he exclaimed after a moment.
The girl looked alarmed. "What's wrong, Hiei-sama?"
"You colorblind fool! You put the red papers with the purple papers! RED CANNOT TOUCH PURPLE!"
"But, Hiei-sama, they're all in black and white—"
"YOU'RE FIRED!"
"But...I never worked here in the first place. I'm just volunteering, remember?" Keiko reminded him nervously.
"Hn! Some volunteer you are! I'm going to call everyone and tell them what a horrible job you did, and you'll never get to volunteer anywhere ever again! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Hiei threw back his head and laughed evilly. "NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Keiko turned and ran away.
Once he was sure she was gone, Hiei turned and glared at the lamp, shaking his fist angrily. "You! How dare you betray me?! I thought we were friends!"
"I'm so sorry, Hiei!" the lamp cried.
"WELL SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!" the demon yelled. "DRAGON OF THE DARKNESS FLAME!"
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the lamp as it was burned to ash.
As Hiei gazed sorrowfully at the ashes, a single tear fell from his eye. "I'm sorry...Josephina," he whispered.
Just then, the radio turned on. Yeah, it just turned on all by itself and started playing some weird techno music. Hiei looked at it for a moment, then jumped atop his desk. And danced.
Man, he loved dancing! Loved it like a dog loves a cat! Wait...dogs did love cats, didn't they? Um...Of course they did!
Suddenly the radio switched to a different song. "TO BE SHAMAAAAAAAN KIIIIING!" it screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Hiei yelled back.
"SHAAAAAAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIIING!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIING!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIING!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIING!"
"SHUT UPPPPPP!" Yusuke yelled, chucking a football into the office. Where he got the football, no one shall ever know. EVERRRR!!!!!
The radio immediately turned off.
"Hn." said Hiei. He began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself. After a while, someone knocked on the door, which had closed itself.
"Come in," Hiei called.
Kurama opened the door, looking almost as professional as Hiei in his blue suit and red tie. Almost. He only had a pathetic pair of brown shoes, not the beautiful, shiny, polished black shoes that Hiei possessed. He also wore a small pair of glasses with a blue frame. He liked blue, okay?!
"Excuse me, Hiei-san, but you told us you'd be meeting with us at twelve pm today, and it's around two o'clock now. We were wondering if you had forgotten about the meeting," Kurama explained.
Hiei glared at the redhead. "I was busy! Do you think all I do I sit around here dancing and talking to my lamp?! I have very important things to do, baka! And if I don't do them, who will?! Now get the hell out of my office! I'll be there to start the meeting in just a moment."
Kurama nodded and walked away nervously, wondering if there was something wrong with his boss.
TO BE CONTINUED, FOOLISH MORTALS!
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SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIING!
Review or die, you colorblind fools!
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A/N: You might not understand this. I sure don't, and I wrote it. Just be warned that Hiei is more than a little OOC. Oh, and Hiei's the head of some company, and pretty much everyone else works for him. Except Koenma--he's a truck driver living in Minnesota.
WARNING: The author was listening to some really freaky techno-type music when she wrote this.
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Hiei sat down at his desk, straightening his tie. Today was a perfect day. A perfect day...to...WORK! Well, no, actually it was a perfect day to train, but NO ONE CARED, RIGHT?!
Anyway.
He sat down at his desk and straightened his tie, shuffling papers and looking important. He thought he looked very professional, with his black suit and tie, and his nice, shiny, polished shoes. Yes. Very professional indeed. The shoes just completed the entire outfit. The shoes were the heart and soul of the outfit! They were the most important thing in the entire building—no, the town—no, the world! WITHOUT THE SHOES, EVERYONE WOULD DIE!
Hiei smirked. "Yes," he murmured, nodding to himself as he gazed at his reflection in his shoes with satisfaction. He looked -good-. Not just good, but -good-. Of course, he had to look -good-. He //was// the owner/manager/boss of the company. He still had no idea what the damn company did, but who in Hades cared? He had his shoes, and that's all that mattered.
As Hiei flipped through the stack of papers, he selected a few to hang on his office wall. At the last meeting, he had asked his workers to draw portraits of themselves. Yusuke, he noted, had tremendous artistic ability. The stick figures were truly beautiful, and his way of drawing a circle so that it resembled more of a dead fish—simply wonderful. He'd have to frame this piece of artwork.
Soon Hiei was bored. He stared out the window, wishing he could go out and play with the other children. "Mother? Why do they laugh at me?" he asked.
His mother gazed at him with tears falling from her eyes.
"I just want...to fit in," Hiei said sadly.
"Oh, my poor boy," said his mother. She hugged him tightly, and he sobbed quietly.
"Um...Mister Hiei? Why are you hugging a lamp?" Keiko, a high school girl asked, puzzled.
Hiei stared at her, then at the lamp he was hugging. He scowled. "It tricked me," he muttered. Turning to Keiko, the businessman exclaimed, "You! What are you doing here?! Get out of my house, and take your cheese biscuits with you!"
Keiko blinked and took a step back. "Um, okay, but I have these papers for you...It's the essays on penguins you asked the staff to write," she said, handing Hiei a stack of black and white papers.
Hiei snatched them and began to leaf through, making sure everything was in place. "What the--?!" he exclaimed after a moment.
The girl looked alarmed. "What's wrong, Hiei-sama?"
"You colorblind fool! You put the red papers with the purple papers! RED CANNOT TOUCH PURPLE!"
"But, Hiei-sama, they're all in black and white—"
"YOU'RE FIRED!"
"But...I never worked here in the first place. I'm just volunteering, remember?" Keiko reminded him nervously.
"Hn! Some volunteer you are! I'm going to call everyone and tell them what a horrible job you did, and you'll never get to volunteer anywhere ever again! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Hiei threw back his head and laughed evilly. "NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Keiko turned and ran away.
Once he was sure she was gone, Hiei turned and glared at the lamp, shaking his fist angrily. "You! How dare you betray me?! I thought we were friends!"
"I'm so sorry, Hiei!" the lamp cried.
"WELL SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!" the demon yelled. "DRAGON OF THE DARKNESS FLAME!"
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the lamp as it was burned to ash.
As Hiei gazed sorrowfully at the ashes, a single tear fell from his eye. "I'm sorry...Josephina," he whispered.
Just then, the radio turned on. Yeah, it just turned on all by itself and started playing some weird techno music. Hiei looked at it for a moment, then jumped atop his desk. And danced.
Man, he loved dancing! Loved it like a dog loves a cat! Wait...dogs did love cats, didn't they? Um...Of course they did!
Suddenly the radio switched to a different song. "TO BE SHAMAAAAAAAN KIIIIING!" it screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Hiei yelled back.
"SHAAAAAAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIIING!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIING!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIING!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIIING!"
"SHUT UPPPPPP!" Yusuke yelled, chucking a football into the office. Where he got the football, no one shall ever know. EVERRRR!!!!!
The radio immediately turned off.
"Hn." said Hiei. He began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself. After a while, someone knocked on the door, which had closed itself.
"Come in," Hiei called.
Kurama opened the door, looking almost as professional as Hiei in his blue suit and red tie. Almost. He only had a pathetic pair of brown shoes, not the beautiful, shiny, polished black shoes that Hiei possessed. He also wore a small pair of glasses with a blue frame. He liked blue, okay?!
"Excuse me, Hiei-san, but you told us you'd be meeting with us at twelve pm today, and it's around two o'clock now. We were wondering if you had forgotten about the meeting," Kurama explained.
Hiei glared at the redhead. "I was busy! Do you think all I do I sit around here dancing and talking to my lamp?! I have very important things to do, baka! And if I don't do them, who will?! Now get the hell out of my office! I'll be there to start the meeting in just a moment."
Kurama nodded and walked away nervously, wondering if there was something wrong with his boss.
TO BE CONTINUED, FOOLISH MORTALS!
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SHAMAAAAAAN KIIIIING!
Review or die, you colorblind fools!
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