Accidentally On Purpose
Summary: Rima moves to the United States after confessing to Nagihiko. They kept in contact with letters and phone calls but it stops suddenly after 2 years. Nagihiko excepts it, telling himself that it was impossible to have a long-distance relationship half way around the world anyway. After College he goes job hunting and gets excepted into a Toy Company called Apples and Cinnamon. He meets with the head of the Company, whose name is Rima Yoshida, which surprisyly enough, looks exactly like Rima Mashiro....
Nagihiko's POV:
I walked down the street looking for a large building with an Apples and Cinnamon logo on it. I quickly found it and walked inside, going through one of the sliding doors. Warm air and the scent of fresh apple pie immediately engulfed me. I walked up to the receptionist, taking off my hat to reveal my long indigo hair that I have had since middle school.
"Excuse me." I said. The receptionist, a tall middle aged woman with short, brown curly hair and piercing green eyes looked me over making me feel self conscious before asking what my name was. "Fugisaki Nagihiko." I replied trying to throw in a small smile to show her I didn't mean any harm. She pointed her pen in the direction of two more sliding doors and waited until I was past them to continue working. I walked forward, glancing at the walls which held pictures of toys I assumed the Company sold. I didn't walk far until reaching a room which didn't have walls but windows all around the room and another set of doors near the end. There was another woman seated behind a desk. I walked up to her.
"Is this where the job interviews will be held?" Her head popped up. She was younger than I was, with super straight blond hair and an innocent looking face.
"Yes." She replied. Her voice was close to being nothing. It was quiet and didn't have the experience of working here long. Politely, I nodded my head and sat down in a chair waiting for my name to be called. There was no one else in the room, making me feel confident that I might even have a chance at this job. Bored, I looked out the window. Since it was the city, I saw cars zoom by and a hot dog vender trying to sell food. I glanced at the clock. It was 1:30 pm, my interview had been scheduled for 1:40 pm. I glanced outside the window some more wondering if the people I saw had any idea they were being watched.
"Fugisaki-san?" asked the receptionist, holding a clipboard and pen. "Yoshida-san is ready to see you now." I nodded and walked towards the door. "Good Luck." she added. I gave her a smile before heading into the room. She was kinda cute when you thought about it. Mentally slapping myself I forced myself to get ready for the interview.
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I walked into the room which was very neat. Like the waiting room, it was all glass except for the wall which held the door. Bookshelves covered the room, placed on them were thick binders neatly labeled with the month and year. Yoshida-san, which I assumed was her name since that's what the younger receptionist called her, was sitting in a red swivil chair, talking on a phone to some commercial company about their toys. I spotted a chair in front of her desk and quietly walked over to it, making sure not to make any sound, I sat down and patiently waited.
Rima's POV
I sat comfortably in my chair, having an argument with some Commercial Company about adding more of our toys to the schedule before Christmas. I heard the new worker come in as I talked but chose to ignore it since he was here to work for me and not the other way around. He was very quiet, his footsteps made little sound as they made their way across the floor and sat down in the chair across from my desk. I twisted a blond strand of hair as I listened to the stupid guy argue with me on the phone. It didn't matter anyway. The company was well-known for it's toys and it didn't need the help of one small commercial station. I clamped the phone shut, cutting off the guy's annoying voice. It was no big deal. I had millions of other numbers anyway. Pushing that thought aside, I focused on the new worker seated in front of me. I held up the application he had sent in and read it. "Fugisaki Nagihiko?" Why did it sound so familiar. My head let out a stab of pain as I tried to think. More advil again, I thought to myself. It was my personal drug. Sucking in a deep breathe I turned around and focused my eyes on a bright, eager pair of gold eyes. They were almost the same shade as mine, just a slight shade darker. My eyes shifted, making a quick once over, detecting long indigo hair and a handsome face. He will do, my mind thought. Before taking my eyes off him, I noticed a small change. The light in his eyes seemed to glow for a bit. A surprised familiar glow.