Hey all! Tenjichan here! I just needed a break from my schoolwork…and I wasn't really in the mood to update my other story…so this is what you get. Totally random, and inspired by my dreamjob since that subject came into my mind when I was deciding my future GCSE subjects. I know…random. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or NarutoShippuuden
Now, on with the story:D :D :D XD XDXD
Chapter 1
So… I was fired from Uchiha Corp…just because I kicked his slimy weasel of an assistant where the sun don't shine…I mean geeze come on! He freaking came on to me! I mean, sure he has gorgeous crimson eyes and a godlike body, but I mean what the hell! God, I hate my life!
Hmm, maybe, this could be a change…for the…better?
Ugh, who am I kidding! It's obvious I'm screwed!
Aha!
What I need…is a job…only, where the hell am I gonna find a job as good as my last one?
Oh right…I mean, where am I gonna find a job that's NOT as BAD as my last one?! YEAH! MY LAST ONE WAS ABSOLUTE SHIT!!!!
Ah god, who am I kidding? I loved my old job…I was a successful lawyer, for pete's sake!
God why is my head throbbing? Oh right…I went to a bar with Ino…how…smart of me…
Even you can hear the sarcasm.
What the fuck? A man on the sidewalk in a clown costume? Is he coming to ME with balloons? What the hell?!
I need a coffee. Now.
xxx
Ah bliss, a Starbucks Java Chip Chocolate Cream Frappucino, WITH Coffee AND whipped cream with that scrumpalicious chocolate sauce swirled on top! Can this day get any better? Oh wait…I don't have a job, that's right…It could be a million times better.
Geez. Stupid lady in front of me won't move! She's walking so darn slowly! This is Central, Hong Kong, for crying out loud! You just CAN'T walk SLOWLY!
Oh…I love her shampoo…it makes her hair so shiny! And straight!
Damn she's tall! I can't see a thing in front of me, apart from her…she makes me feel puny, WHICH I AM NOT, by the way…I'm 5'7!! It's a nice height!
'Uh…lady?' I ask.
By the way…what's with her clothing?
The suit…and pants…she reminds me of a man…somehow…
No answer…what kinda freak is she??
'Excuse me, LADY?!' I ask again…STILL she doesn't answer!
Whore.
'Oi, BITCH! I'm talkin' to you! Could you please hurry up?! I'm kind of in a rush here!' I shouted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Don't worry, the noise of the crowded streets and the honk of the cars made sure that only us two would hear. Yeah, that's right…Hong Kong is a fast paced, awesome, loud, noisy and polluted area. How perfect, right?
She's turning…
Turning…
Turning…
Why is this going in slow motion?!
Turning…
Still turning…
Okay, I'm just joking. She turned around.
HOLY SHIT!
The lady…is a MAN? A FUCKING MAN?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD, PEOPLE?
Oh no…is eyebrow is twitching…he's mad…by the way…he looks pretty hot…
God his chest looks awesome from here…and his face! It's like rock man, ROCK! Fuck his skin is also awesome! What's with him and his awesomeness? I gotta find out where he gets his skin cream! I hope it's not Body Shop…smells too fruity…although it smells quite good sometimes. Anyways, to the point.
Oh that's right, I'm supposedly mad at him!
Oh no he didn't! He's smirking!
He whispers something and then brings his phone down from his ear.
Oh shit, that's right, he was on the phone.
Now that I think about it…his hand was at his ear…
'Look, girl, man, transgender…whatever you are! It would be kind of you to swish your ass that-a-way so I can get past you!' I said…er…yelled. I pointed left with both my fingers when I said 'that-a-way.'
'Hn…, I was on the phone, panda. You just probably lost a deal for me.'
Oh no he di-int! Did he just call me PANDA? I'll teach him what happens to people who insult my hair!
'Look, gay ass-what, don't look at me like that, it's obvious you're gay, I mean why otherwise would you have such gorgeous hair?- anyway, as I was saying, pretty boy, why don't you just go fuck yourself so I can live my life?'
Wait a minute…he looks kind of familiar…FUCK!
Black hair-LONG. Pale skin.
O..kaay…that description makes him resemble Orochimaru, that snake-loving wet soggy gay ass slimy thing who works for Sasuke! Wait, not Sasuke, Sas-GAY! Anyway…to the point…
Is he related to Hyuuga Hiashi? THE BEST LAWYER IN HONG KONG?
Oh god…I think I just insulted someone of much importance…
I want to shrivel up and die.
What's wrong with me?!
ARGH!!!
Get away, blush, he's saying something! I better listen!
'Hey, that wouldn't work. If I wanted to go fuck myself, I wouldn't be gay, would I? I would be masturbating…you know, 'DaFeiGei' in Cantonese, if that's what you understand, and if that's what you're implying.'
(A/N: Da Fei Gei is SLANG! Don't take it literally. It means Hit Airplane, literally)
He smirked once again. I hate that cocky big shit! And he's lame…ish…but his hawtness makes up for it…God whatever…
Psh, it's not like I give a damn about his looks…psh…yeah right…
God this guy is pissing me off to no end! He'll get it… some day!
'Ugh! Why you little twerp! You're such an annoying freak! See you around, sucker!'
With that I purposely brushed passed him and made my way to I.F.C. 2. My favourite mall. Filled with expensive boutiques. 'Cause I can afford them, so HA! I'm gonna blow up some cash today to soothe my pissed off mood. I know I'll regret it later…
Ah who gives a shit.
Maybe I can pick up some nice Prada boots while I'm at it…Hmm, and maybe that awesome white trench coat from Fendi that I've been just about dying to get…and that nice grey scarf. Or red…I'm not sure…I think I'll just get both…
xxx
So…I ended up buying two trench coats. One grey and one white. And the boots in two colours, black and white, along with some awesome completely black ankle boots with 3 inch heels that look like converse…just in boot form…with tie up laces…oh right…they're called high heeled sneakers…THEY'RE FROM DKNY…and did I mention I bought two? The other one was leopard print, by the way…totally fantastic…and I bought both the scarves…and they're from Hermes damnit!
…
…
I'm just staring at my bills…
I spent THAT MUCH in ONE DAY?!
$10,000 in ONE DAY?!
Bloody HELL!
SHIIIIITTTTTT!
And I just realize I don't have a job.
Oh my god I don't have a job.
It just sunk in.
FUCK!
No wonder I have so much free time!
Suddenly my cell phone rings with 'Stronger' by Kanye West…I have no idea why I put it on as my ringtone. My awesome, black, slim flip out Sony Ericsson Phone that I absolutely adore. And the fact that it cost me $4000 Hong Kong. So I can't exactly hate it.
It's Ino. My best friend. Overly talkative. Time waster. I'm debating, should I pick it up?
Sure…when I WAS a LAWYER with a JOB, I didn't have time for her. But NOW I have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD.
Sniff. Sniff. WAIL!
I pick it up…
'Oh my god, YOU HAVE TO CHECK OUT THE NEWSPAPER!'
'Why?' I ask, wincing as my eardrums just adjust.
'SAKURA HARUNO JUST GOT FIRED FROM HYUUGA CORP!'
'And?' I ask uninterestedly. Well, I pretend to be unfazed. Actually, on the inside, I'm jumping up and down for joy.
Sakura Haruno, coughbitchcough, was a famous newbie lawyer who just got accepted into Hyuuga corp. (That's why she's famous anyway) And I happened to go to Harvard Law School with her. Ha! I'm more experienced than her! Take that! Actually, I'm pretty famous in the lawyer world as well…oh shit…that's bad for me 'cos news will spread that I got fired! NOO!
But back to the point…it seems she just got fired. Well, I can guess why…I mean, there are rumours that the boss's nephew is hot, so she was obviously flirting with him, being the WHORE that she is, so she must have gotten fired!
'It means YOU have a job opportunity! She had exactly the same position as you! It's just that Hyuuga Corps ALLOW more publicity than UCHIHA ever did!'
You know, I'm lucky. Thank god that they didn't make a newspaper article about my whole losing job thing…I mean it would have made a hilarious story…but at my expense. I don't give a shit about Haruno, though…
'Yeah yeah, Ino…like I'd get the job. I won't bother…I mean, it's Hyuuga Hiashi, for crying out loud!'
'Uhm…you see? I kinda already booked you for an interview…tomorrow morning…8:00 a.m….'
She did WHAT?!
'WHAT THE HELL, INO?! I'M GONNA EMBARRASS MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM! AND IF I DON'T GO, I'LL HAVE A BAD REPUTATION!'
'What, no Thank You? Hmmph…'
Dear god I can imagine that little….oooh…she's pouting now!
'Oh my god…UGH!'
'C'mon! You have to thank me! I recommended you! It's really hard to even GET an interview!'
I guess I do owe her gratitude…and I always DID want the job…I'm just reluctant because I wanted to WAIT before ever interviewing with the Hyuuga since it's embarrassing if you DON'T get in, and also it's impossible anyway.
I wanted to gain more experience points, so I joined Uchiha…and I regret doing that because that little SASUKE who has a GODAMN FANCLUB for SOME REASON THAT I DO NOT KNOW (ok I do-he's really hot-but it's the PERSONALITY that counts, and frankly, his stinks!) sexually ASSAULTED ME! Well, almost…
Fine…I guess I did overreact…all he did was touch my boob.
Okay, that's a lot…cos I DO have 36C sized breasts…and generally, you don't tend to 'accidentally' let your whole hand go over a whole breast…
OK! I've DECIDED! HE WAS INDEED ASSAULTING ME SO I HAD EVERY RIGHT TO SMASH HIS BALLS with my KNEES!!
Hmm…he and Sakura would make a great match…both BITCHES!
Oh, and guess what. Uchiha and Hyuuga are rivals!
Fugaku VERSUS Hiashi…sounds weird, eh?
'Fine, I'll go…' I grumble.
'YAY!'
I hang up…she's gonna kill me for that later…ah well.
Ino is a very rich person. Her father just owns a lot of small businesses, including a designer flower boutique where all the rich people buy their flowers from. But what made her famous was her recent venture, a deal with a makeup company.
SHISEIDO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!
I love that company, it's my favourite makeup brand, and hers as well, so we both get free make up from there since she half owns it now. Well, she owns part of the Hong Kong branch. Aren't I lucky?
Anyway, I better get some sleep. I need to impress the Hyuuga, don't I?
Sigh…time to put on face mask…God, I hate those things, they're so wet and sticky…Thankfully, this is the overnight one…so I don't need to feel it…
Hey, I never wondered…what if I slept face down and my pillow got stained with the face mask shit?
Ah hell…
I only use them because they ACTUALLY DO make your face 'glow.'
But it's only temporary.
Right now I'm imagining the stupid 'Fancl' advert.
'Less is More!' In that stupid singsong voice.
God it's actually catchy! Annoyingly so!
It's for the interview, okay?
Yes. All done. Now I just got to somehow change my clothes without letting them touch my face.
Fuck.
I should have changed first!
xxx
Beep…Beep…Beep…
It started off slowly, and as usual I was awake by the first beep. But unfortunately, my alarm clock gets faster without waiting for me to get ready to switch it off.
BeepBeep…BeepBeep…BeepBeep…
I'm coming, SHEESH!
BeepBeep…BeepBeepBeep…BeepBeepBeepBeepBeep…
I throw myself out of bed and go to the damn table all the way across my room…
BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep
Now it's beeping nonstop!
Sheesh give me a second!
I grab my alarm clock, but I can't just slam the thing on top to make it shut up. For some reason, it starts ringing again, every five minutes, even if I shut it up. (Trust me, I've had my experiences)
So I actually have to switch the alarm off, not just slam it down.
BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep
Damn! It just got faster! Wait!!!
Click.
AAH! SILENCE AT LAST!
I had to move this switch thingy at the back.
Alarm clocks should be banned. They give people high blood pressure. It's as if they make them just so that your heart beat will quicken. God.
What time is it, by the way?
Shit. 6:32 a.m. Already!!!
And I need to be at the interview by 8:00 a.m.!!!
Now, for normal people living in Hong Kong this should be more than enough time! But for me, NO!
I actually SHOWER in the morning!
I run into the bathroom and look at my face in the mirror.
What the fuck?
AAAACK!
Why is my face white and blotchy?!
…
Oh right…
The face mask…You actually need to wash it off.
So I have a shower and blah blah blah.
I then dry my hair.
By the way, I love my AWESOME hair.
It's dead straight and sleek, and it's cut in an upside down V-shape, so at the middle at the back, it's shortest. It goes to the base of my neck at that point, and then goes straight round outwards, so that in the front, just ahead of my ears, it goes down a bit past my shoulders.
It looks awesome.
And, I got it streaked here and there.
With a bit of grey.
But it doesn't look like I'm old. Which is good because I'm only 24!!!
And the fact that my hair is black also helps. It looks so cool!
But whatever.
And you know what makes it awesome-er? I put EXTRA conditioner on so that it swings more, and since I use this really great shampoo, it GOES BACK to its original way even when wind blows it!
I think today I'll leave it down…you know, I need to look nice…
Not that my usual style isn't good. In fact, it's GREAT!
Well, it's not necessarily my usual style…
Anyway, I need to show off…I also need to portray the image that I'm not some kind of poor git…and also that I'm educated enough that I got a good job and earned my OWN money to make my awesome living…
So, I'm gonna wear that white trench coat.
With the high heeled sneakers…the black ones, mind you.
I'm also going to wear black short shorts and a grey and white stripy V-neck tank top.
So, when I close the trench coat it looks like I'm a slut and wearing nothing underneath.
Think again, losers!
Actually, I just noticed. The trench coat is not white white, it's creamy white…so it looks better…
Maybe I'll leave it open…just in case… So people actually know that I'm wearing something inside…(not that I have to, it's just that I'm not like Sakura Haruno…slut of the first order…)
Hmm…I think I'll wear my black sunglasses as well…
I'm so lucky that I wear lens…without them I would look like a dork with glasses…
(A/N: Look, I wear glasses…I WISH I had lens…so this is just to make sure that I am NOT insulting anybody who wears glasses!)
I know! I'll wear my black and silver hoop earrings.
Oh and I'll wear that big silver necklace from Marks and Spencer…it hangs down to my stomach.
Oh yeah! My wristwatch…black and silver as well…but you can't really see it because the sleeves of my coat cover it…which is good, because otherwise I would look slightly over accessorized.
I think I'll take off the sunglasses. It would look stupid indoors.
Anyway, I'm ready!
I just grab my black handbag off the table and I step outside. I look great.
Oh shit. I forgot to put on makeup.
xxx
Ah! Coffee, first thing in the morning…STARBUCKS! My favourite ever…
And about the makeup, I just used the toilet in there.
Black mascara, not too much because my eyelashes are long anyway…and a bit of dark grey eyeliner. Not too much either, 'cos I wanna look professional.
Just a thin layer of slightly shimmery pink lip gloss. The usual…nothing special. I didn't wear any face powder or concealer…'cos firstly, concealer makes me sweat because it's too damn hot to wear it in summer…and secondly, it shines. Thirdly, if you put on too much, it looks cakey. And it looks shit on pimples, people, trust me. Not that I have any. I don't! I'm so happy!
And lastly, my skin is too fair and they don't have the right tone concealer for me anyway… it's meant for European or American people…that kind of skin tone…
So in short, I look fucking hot. Even if I say so myself.
So, I dodge my way through Central. All I can say is that thank god that I'm not in Causeway Bay. That place is ten times more crowded…
So here I am! International Finance Centre 2!!! I can't believe I get to work here…well…if I get the job, that is…
And it's on the 85th floor. Do you KNOW what kind of VIEW I would GET of the Hong Kong harbour with that OFFICE?!
FUCKING FANTASTIC!
So, I get into the office lifts after walking past the mall area. The mall area is only the first three floors…and the work elevators are located bang slap in the middle, so the entrance is pretty hip and grand…
Oh god, I have to calm down!
What is with these professional looking straight faced, tired looking freaks? They make me nervous! And of course they're all drinking coffee…just like me, looking professional…except some of them are drinking Pacific Coffee…not Starbucks…I like Starbucks…it's sweeter…
Come on, I've done this before! I'm a lawyer! I have SEEN these kind of people before, basically everyday!!
So why am I so darn nervous?
Oh…right…
This is HYUUGA! FUCKING HYUUGA CORPS!
Everyone gets off of the lift, and now I'm the last one. There's still twenty floors to go!
I look at my watch. I only have 5 minutes before I'm late!
Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. I'm tapping my foot nervously.
Ping! The door slides open.
I walk into the lobby of a really cool modern office. It's all white and silver…you know the cool metal shit that they have in those hi-tech offices?…And there's also some slightly black stuff. It looks really neat.
And now that I mention neat, I can't see a speck of dust on the floors…I feel dirty.
Subconsciously, I tighten my shoulders.
I feel like an unwanted germ.
Anyway, I head up to that slutty-looking, bubble-gum-chewing, freak of an assistant…I mean, that beautiful lady that sits in front of the desk.
'Hello, my name is Tenten. I have an interview today at 8:00 a.m.' I say this as politely as I can, through a fake smile. God that gum chewing is getting on my last nerves! It's absolutely disgusting!
'I'm sorry…I can't seem to find your name on the list!'
What a bitch! It's obvious that she's lying. She's eyeing me up and down as if I'm some kind of worthless piece of trash! Do you know how expensive these clothes were?
'Look…if you're trying to see if I'm acceptable, I'll tell you this!' Boy was I getting pissed off.
I continued, 'This coat is from Fendi. My shorts and T-shirt are from H & M. My shoes are from DKNY. If you want to protest, don't even bother. I know you got your clothes from some random shop in Causeway Bay. Why else would you look exactly like some local Chinese teenager?'
No offense. But they seriously do look cheap, although the style isn't bad…
Ah who am I trying to fool? It's that stupid typical straightened hair look, that goes down to mid back. She's wearing a grey long sweater with leggings underneath and PROBABLY some black converse! And she's wearing a baggy thin white jacket thingy unzipped…
I didn't even hear the lift door ping behind me just before I started my rant.
Anyway, that girl glared at me. She too, seemed oblivious to the person who had just walked through the lift door.
'Ugh bitch! You're a slut! What makes you think I'm going to let you in?'
'Because I said so,' a smooth, male voice cut in. He continued, 'Ami, you're fired. Just because you want the job doesn't mean you can prevent others from getting interviewed.'
Her mouth dropped open. God she looked comical. But why does this man's voice seem so familiar?
I whirled around, and met the smooth gaze of none other than the guy I insulted just YESTERDAY!
Oh god please don't recognize me! Please please please!
Thank god, there's no emotion on his face. He doesn't look like he recognizes me! Well, he shouldn't…my hair is out of its buns…And I'm wearing different makeup today…
'Please follow me, for I shall be conducting the interview today. Hiashi is out at a meeting.'
Oh god.
No.
No!
Of ALL the people!
FUUUCK! I'm going to have to disguise my voice into something more girly…shit…
'Oh…Thank you so so much for before, I don't know how to make it up to you!' I said, actually meaning the words.
Hey, I don't sound too bad…it doesn't sound too fake. I mean…I did do drama as a GCSE and A level subject…
Well, my studies BETTER have paid off.
'Hn.'
Does this guy have any emotions?
Okay…maybe he shouldn't…He sounds goddamn sexy with that low husky voice of his…It's so dang hot!
I decided to shut up. I'm supposed to come across as cool and calm, remember? Oh yes…and educated.
He led me inside his office-OH MY GOD! HALF THE ROOM HAS FULL LENGTH GLASS WINDOWS! FUCK IT LOOKS AWESOME!
He clears his throat…Shit…I was staring at the view…the awesome view…God I want this job even more now…Oh wait…I'm going to have to work with him…Riiight…
I bring my gaze back to him. He's smirking. Again. Shithead.
'Please, take a seat.'
I do so without much trouble…
Oh my god this chair is comfy. And it's a spinny chair!!! Damn…I wish it was mine…
So he starts questioning me, and I answer in my girly professional voice…what school I went to…German Swiss International School…it's an amazing school with the best academic results and some of the best sports teams…but the thing is…when I went there, it was already 40 years old, so the facilities sucked compared to other schools…but they were still acceptable. It's just that it was OOOLD.
Blah blah blah, I'm getting bored. This is way too easy for me.
'You know, you can drop the act.'
Hold on, REWIND! WHAT THE FUCK?
'Huh?' I manage to squeak.
'I said, you can drop the act. I don't really like repeating myself.'
Bastard.
Shit. He recognizes me.
I quickly replace the shock on my face into a poker-face expression…damn he smirked at me just 'cos he noticed! Ugh!
I go back to my normal voice.
'Ok, I'm going to tempt fate by saying this. I won't apologize for yesterday, and frankly I think you're some kind of self-obsessed freak who thinks he's some kind of hot shot.'
He raises his eyebrow (Damn I need to learn how to do that properly!), still smirking that goddamn smirk of his! It's way too sexy!
'Yeah, that's right. It's kind of obvious now, that I'm not going to get the job…since I just insulted someone who is obviously of 'great importance' so I think I'll be going now…'
I get up off my chair. Surprisingly, I'm more disappointed about the fact that I can't sit in the chair anymore, rather than the fact that I won't get the job! What's wrong with me?
Well…I didn't expect it anyway.
And he's still smirking.
'Oh, and by the way…since you're of such 'great importance,' how come I still don't know your name?'
I said that too cockily…I think…shit. Wait, why do I care again?
'Hyuuga Neji.'
Oh dear god. He's that other famous lawyer…it's just that I've never even seen his face! (Nor have I bothered to research him…)
And his smirk's even WIDER!
Drat. I look like a fool.
'Oh…well, in that case…I'm going…'cause it's pretty obvious that I'm not going to get this job. See you!'
With that, I pretty much ran for the door, embarrassedly. Please don't tell me to wait…please don't tell me to wait…
Why would he want me to wait anyway? Do I actually want this job that bad that I'm imagining that he's going to ask me to wait?
I won't be DELUDED!
'Wait.' He said that so infuriatingly calmly.
Oh fuck. He just told me to wait! And he's cocky enough that he doesn't even say that as a question! It's a freaking order!
'Shit…' I mumble under my breath. I think I said that too loud…I heard him snicker. Bastard.
I turn around slowly.
'Yes?'
'Please take a seat.'
Like a reluctant child, I dragged myself slowly and plonked down on the chair…God, his eyes are drowning me!
I rest my palms in my lap, and look at him expectantly.
'Tenten. A star student. Perfect record, well almost, at German Swiss International School. You skipped school once…and you pretended to be sick just so you didn't have to face the wrath of the teacher because you didn't do your homework…or something like that…you were on the basketball team. Debating star. Got accepted into Harvard Law School at age 17. Studied there for four years and passed out at age 21. Got job offers from different firms, but chose to go with Uchiha Corps. Got fired. Wow, I have to give you credit.'
I am shocked.
CLOSE, mouth, CLOSE! I own you, mouth, so I order you to close! Just CLOSE DAMNIT!
Yup, you guessed right, my jaw was hanging down so low. You could probably see my tonsils.
I finally can say something. God he's still smirking that notoriously sexy smirk!
'I-i…how the hell do you know this stuff?! I didn't even tell you about some of it! Are you some kind of…I dunno…rapist? STALKER?'
He chuckled. God! I can't believe it! He has the audacity to chuckle when I'm being perfectly serious! Geeze!!
'No, I just do a background check on all of my interviewees. Just to make sure that they aren't making up their resumes. You know, you could wonder at the stuff you can find on the internet.'
'A-ah…I see…'
Silence. Awkward, for me.
And then…
'Oh yes, also…you kneed Sasuke Uchiha in the balls. I applaud you.'
And there it was again, his infamous smirk.
Welcome to my life. It's hectic, ne?
And I'm dead. I just basically got the job.
xxx
So, how did you like it? Was it funny enough? I guess not…I'm not great at humour…
Anyway, I just needed a break from writing other stuff…and this is what you get.
By the way, Tenten has my dream job…and basically dream life, lol.
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