Inspired by and dedicated to Dark Magician Girl of Chaos. You are Soooooo awesome.
Disclaimer: I WANT YOU TO SUE ME! I OWN YU-GI-OH! Saying that would be easy, but blatant lying. Dun own YGO, dun sue me. Dun own "In the End" by Linkin Park either, which is this story's theme song.
And now... MY HAVEN ON EARTH TIME!
-M-Y--H-A-V-E-N--O-N--E-A-R-T-H---
"What makes you think you'd be qualified for this job?" the balding man asked me in a bored voice. I made a dramatized point of picking my nose. I smirked inwardly at the disgusted look that crossed the ugly bald man's face.
"Dun' know," I said at length. "Curz' I can type n' I can look real purty."
I was dressed in a baby-tee, black, that was way too small for me and a pair of baggy black jeans that easily eclipsed my ratty tennis shoes. I wasn't sure how on earth my parents managed to get me a job interview at Kaiba corp, but I did NOT want to work at some lame gaming company. Games were for geeks.
"All right, we'll call you," the man said, and shooed me out into the street. I stopped picking my nose, wiped it off on him and happily obligued.
On my way out I managed to collide with an urgent looking highschooler. Ooo, smooth Leah.
"Ow! Hey, stay out of my way!" I growled even though it was totally my fault. The kid, a weirdo with more spikes than I had redstreaks and hair that you'd need sunglasses to look at properly. The kid glared at me with intense eyes. Ouch. You could murder with that much eyeliner.
"You are the one who crashed into me," he said fiercely. I laughed. Observant little scamp, eh?
'What's your name Midget? And where you off to in such a hurry?" I ask, easily dodging the question. He literally growls and I can hardly keep from laughing agian. Can you say Gothic Manslave?
"None of your Business," he tells me darkly, and tries to walking past. I latch onto his hair and pull him back. Now he's got a glare that could kill as well as his eyeliner. This is fun.
"I work here," I lied casually. "If you want adimittance it is totally my business."
"Well," he said carefully, "I am here to see Kaiba-"
"Of course, this is Kaiba Corp," I interjected cruelly. He shot me a dark look.
"Because his company is in danger again," the Midget finished. I nodded as though I was on the same page as him. Make that Psycho Liar Gothic Manslave.
"Again huh? I'll call Mr. Kaiba," I told him in a skeptical voice. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
The Midget gave me a cruel look as I waited on the ringing. Finally, after a long silence, the phone clicked.
"911, what is your emergency?" the receptionist asked me. I looked at Yami.
"Yeah, another whore is stalking Mr. Kaiba, trying to waltz right in the front door. I think he's getting violent," I say in a shaky voice. The look on the Midget's face...
"WHAT! WHY YOU INSUBORDINATE LITTLE BITCH!" the Midget yelled suddenly. I laughed.
"We'llsend someone right over," the receptionist said. "Can I get your name?"
"Yeah," I replied, backing away and trying not to laugh. "I'm Leah Campbell. Like the soup. L-e-a-h, C-a-m-p-b-e-l-l."