Welcome to Akatsuki Enterprises
Chapter 1: Prolouge
AN; So, I recieved some inspiration to write a new story recently...a humourous one, to contrast some of the other's I've written about...lol. I thought this one might be a little more enjoyable to read, so, here it is! Welcome to Akatsuki Enterprises everyone! :D
This story, like Fire and Ice, will follow (a somewhat OOC) Ayame, with some antics by her twin Kiame, along with some of the other Naruto cast :D There may possibly be some pairings, some odd, some not, so...I'll probably warn of that happening as the story unfolds in-like this-a little Author's Note, so...yeah. :D Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy reading! :D (Review or follow if you wish!)
~Aria
*(I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, but I do Ayame and Kiame...)*
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I sighed.
How hard was it to find a job? I mean, come on.
The society of America makes you go to school for years and years, forcing you to pour your life out to education, then once you're released from your prison, you need to pay off debts from-again-this said education, thus to do this, you have to work.
Until you pay it all off, or die.
One or the other.
The sigh came again.
"You're never going to find work if all you do is sigh at a computer screen." I looked away from my prospective job search to my sister, Kiame, who had come in for Summer Break to…well…Pretty much annoy me, but to also seek release from her University. Her normally straight brown hair was pulled back into a slouchy bun (I never did understand why she thought that hairstyle practical…all it did was cause tangles…defeating the purpose), eyes clad with her horn-rimmed reading glasses, and body sporting one of my over-sized sleeping tee-shirts (did she not bring her own clothes to wear?).
"I've tried going for interviews, Kia." I glared back at her calm green gaze. We'd had this discussion at least six times since she'd arrived last week. "No one wants to hire me. I'm overqualified."
She grinned as she skipped into my kitchen. "Sucks to be a genius, hunh?"
In reference to what she had just said, no-I'm not a genius. I just happened to graduate a little bit…faster…than most my age; and just so happened to have a few degrees…in different things…Most didn't. "Oh, shut up." I snapped, scrolling through-yet another-list of wanted jobs.
"You know," I heard her call through food filled mouth, (now she's eating what little nourishment I did manage to scrounge…great.) "I could probably get you a job with Shiki (Shikamaru, one of Kia's friends from college) down near the bluff? He owns that Comic shop, you know."
I snapped my computer shut and began to rub my temples, yet another headache was dawning on me. How long had I been looking for jobs anyway? One, two months? "I'd rather not, Kia. I'm all for manga and comics but I need an actual job."
She walked back into my living area/computer room with an arm full of drinks and junk food. "Money is money, isn't it?"
I rolled my eyes and removed myself from my desk, joining her on the couch. "Not when you have student loans and bills to pay. There needs to be a certain quota of money involved at that point."
"Here," Kiame frowned as she handed me a wine cooler. "You don't have any ideas?"
I removed the lid from my Smirnoff and frowned. "Well, some." In truth, I'd had a few prospective call-backs, but when I went in for an interview I was either-as I said before-over qualified, or too young for their business goals (In my opinion, 23 wasn't really that young, but hey-who was I to argue with a bunch of wise old men). "I've bookmarked a few."
"Tell me about them," She grinned, taking a swig of her own hard lemonade.
I really missed having my sister around. We were twins, identical almost-save for eye colour…and a few personality issues. She was always a great help through school; helping me study, encouraging me, providing company-she just had different plans for life than I. She wanted to enjoy university, take her time and explore the possibilities, I, well…I needed to get out of school and get to work. Still, I missed our late night talks and venting sessions. "Tell me about your classes first." I stated, placing my feet up on the table. "Then I'll talk."
"Fine…" Kiame pouted. "But you better tell me, nee-chan…"
I chuckled. "Alright."
"Uhm, I passed all of my courses last semester," She mumbled, "Calculus, Physics, French, British Literature, and Sociology."
"Good," I nodded, taking another drink. How long had it been since I'd actually tasted alcohol? "What degree are you going for now?"
Her frown deepened. "I don't really know…"
I finished off my bottle and grabbed two others from the coffee table, placing one before her. "Then let's have a toast."
Kiame gave me a strange look. "Are you drunk already..?"
I ignored her comment as I clinked our glasses together. "Here's to misfortune,"
She rolled her eyes as joined in my little game. "And the unknown." She finished, laughing.
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"Hey, Ayame, wake up!"
Who was that?
"Ayame, get out of bed!"
I growled, trying to burrow myself further into my duvet. My head was pounding, much like whoever it was trying to wake me, and man…what time even was it? "Hey!"
I opened a very blurry eye to read, in blinking blue letters, 7:45 on my alarm clock. Damnit, what had Kiame been picking from Naruto while I was away…Didn't she know what time it was? "I'm getting up Kia, calm yourself."
I heard a loud sigh from my sister as she continued beating on my bedroom door, "You better hurry."
"Why?" I shouted, tossing my covers (with a little more force than necessary) to the side.
"There's a girl on the phone for you, she says it's important!"
Realizing that most didn't really call me (not unless it was Kiame or a few friends from college), and that it may be a prospector for a job, I leapt out of bed-practically slamming myself into the door in the process, but hey, I was up. "Where's the phone?" I mumbled, stepping out of my room and into my, still dark, flat.
"Here," Kiame snapped, placing it into my outstretched hand. "The woman wouldn't stop calling until you answered it."
"Thanks." I mumbled, placing the receiver to my face. "Hello?"
I winced at how groggy my voice sounded. "Hello, Is this Miss Azikuria?" Kia was right; it was a girl on the other end.
"Yeah, this is her." I answered. "Ayame, specifically."
"Ah, good. So sorry to call at such an early hour, Miss Ayame, but I am with Akatsuki Enterprises," The girl stated. "And I am calling in response to a resume we received from you approximately two weeks ago."
My heart began to flutter. Was I really getting a call back? After all that misfortune, really?
Kiame stood beside me, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. Apparently she heard, and understood, because she began to grin and nod enthusiastically. "Ah, I see."
"My employer, Mr. Pain, (did she really say Pain?) would like to schedule an interview with you for a personal secretary position in one of our offices," She explained. "Details of the job will be emailed to you after our phone call, be it you accept, and a time will be arranged as well. Do you wish to follow up?"
Realizing that my eager nods couldn't be seen over a telephone, I replied with a "Yes!"
The woman over the phone seemed amused. "Alright, Miss Ayame, we will schedule your interview for today at 2:30, does this time work with you?"
My heart dropped. Really? 2:30? 2:30 TODAY? Kia nodded for me, but I managed the words. "Ah, yes."
"Excellent. Directions to our main headquarters will be sent along with the job description. If any complications should arise, call the number located at the end of said email, and we will follow from there. Do you have any questions?"
I shook my head, but answered no when I realized-like the nod-she could not see.
"Very well. We look forward to seeing you for your interview. I am Konan, thank you again for your time."
"Thank you." I stated, hanging up.
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AN; Soooooo, kind of short, but I thought this would be a good start :D I hope you guys like! Suggestions, comments, critique, or any thing else is welcome and appreciated :D
Thank you!
~Aria