A/N: Ok, so this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. So be prepared for major suckiness ahead. Anywho, this fic is going to be slightly AU. I'm sure you'll notice it.

Disclaimer: Me no own. How, very, very depressing.

Shion--

Alarm clocks are the worst invention ever. Seriously. Does anyone like alarm clocks? I think not, but that could just be me. For all my animosity towards the retched creation, I won't deny that I get a very keen sense of satisfaction when I slam my hand down on the snooze button. I'd like to think that I am a rebel, going against what is expected of me by pushing that button. But, I do it every morning, and now it's not so much an act of rebellion as it is routine. Stupid alarm clock you even screw up my hidden inner fantasies.

After rolling out of bed nine minutes after I was supposed to, (take that, I am SO a rebel) I staggered groggily to my closet. I opened it and the very pleasant sight of Vector uniforms met my gaze.

Hmmm? Was that sarcasm, coming from ME? I think it was. How very unexpected of me. I can be quite the cynical and sarcastic person though. Really, I can; you wouldn't expect that would you? Most people don't.

I'm Shion Uzuki, the bright eyed cheerful chief of Vector's First R&D Division. I am happy and I smile more than what I would deem healthy. I like to think of myself as one of those chocolate covered graham cracker snacks. I look cool and all on the outside, but I'm a crummy mess on the inside. I know, not the best analogy, but I think it's profound in its own way.

I yawned and took out a hangar. Something caught my eye though. There was a splash of color hidden among all the mundane shades of tan and depressing blue. I dropped the hangar I was holding and it crumpled on the floor. I'll have to pick it up later, and I'll have to iron out every miniscule wrinkle in the uniform. It's the perfectionist in me. Everything has to be perfect. I won't stand for any thing less that a spotless room and

there is no way I could make it through a day knowing that my uniform was wrinkled. Of course it could just be my OCD…

I took out the colorful contrast. It was my red blouse, the one with the flowing red sleeves, and, lo and behold, there were my capris pants too. Amazing…finding clothes in my closet. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but I was under the impression that I didn't own any clothes beside my Vector uniforms. I mean, I have no life outside of work, so why would I have clothes outside of uniforms?

My life is so sad. I am 21 years old, a nice, young, vivacious age. Yeah, vivacious my butt. I have absolutely no social life. I am the head of the highest department of Vector Industries, the most prestigious Scientific Corporation. I work nonstop. Then I go home and sleep. Then I work some more and the cycle continues. That is my life in the proverbial nutshell. Well, I guess it's not in a nutshell, that's just my life period.

A half hour later I was walking down the halls of the First division, clad in…yes, my comfy, bright clothes, not a confining drab uniform. Oh, all hell was going to break loose, I can hear it now. I, Shion Uzuki, am not in uniform and I am at work. I know it's not really that big of a deal, but when you are me, it is. I follow the rule book so strictly that you might think it was some religious work. Wait, do people even have religions nowadays? Once again, I suck at making effective analogies.

I am being completely out of character by doing this, not wearing my uniform, that is. I can't say that I don't kinda like it though. Hmmm, maybe this whole rebel thing will work out after all. But, the first person who comments about this change is going to deal with me ragging on his…or her ass.

Hey! I didn't know that I cursed! Sign me up for a tattoo and get me some hair gel because rebellion here I come! Hmmm, what a surprise. I'm just full of surprises today. The normal Shion would have said, "I am Shion Uzuki, I am very intelligent. Cursing is a sign of unintelligence."

Yeah, well the rebel me says, "Intelligence can stuff it!" Oooh! Can't touch this

I seem to be in an extremely reckless mood. That probably isn't a good thing for my health. I'm not sure I know how to be reckless, I'm too uptight. Whatever. In a few hours I'll be back in the groove of work and I'll have forgotten all about my hidden inner rebel.

I opened the door to my office and was met by the whirring and beeping noises of overactive machines. Oh, sweet lullaby take this recklessness away and spirit me to the world of work.

The sound did seem to have an effect. I found myself calmer and more poised for work. Maybe the silence of the hall had mad me so disquieted, I hate silence. I think too much when it's quiet. And when I think too much I get depressed about my sad life.

"Hey Chief!" I groaned inwardly and smiled half-heartedly at my co-worker Allen. Allen is a great co-worker, don't get me wrong. I just find his behavior…annoying. He is asinine, talkative, complacent, and unbelievably nice. Hence the reason he was annoying. You wanted to hate him, ignore him, push him away, but you can't because he is always being extremely nice while exhibiting any of the afore said qualities.

Allen held out a cup of coffee to me, and I could feel myself smile more genuinely. He was always looking out for me whether I liked it or not. I nodded and took the cup.

"Good morning Allen," I said more curtly than I meant to. Yes, it seems that the rebel me is receding, so much for being reckless. I grimaced.

Allen was looking at me, eagerly waiting for me to take a sip. "It's black, just like you always like it," He egged my on. Apparently he had interpreted my grimace as dislike for the coffee.

I nodded again and took a sip. The warm liquid was soothing and brought me comfort. It washed away any remaining rebellious thoughts or propensities I had. It was time for me to focus on my day. A boring day filled with hours of typing and monotony, but that's my job, and it pays well so I'm not going to complain too much.

"It's great," I said smiling at him over the cup of steaming liquid. "You always know the mornings that I need an extra boost of caffeine."

"Uh…it's decaff."

"Oh," I responded stupidly. I looked at the ceiling then decided I would just walk over to my desk. That would get me out of this conversation...right? I really am sad. I can't even deal with normal social situations without becoming flustered over retarded things.

Unfortunately, Allen followed me over to my desk and watched as I slid into my seat and set the coffee on a coaster. I looked at the few papers on my desk and turned on my computer before turning my attention back to him.

"Doesn't look like we're in for a very interesting day," My hands idly straightened the papers strewn across my desk as I continued. "Looks like we have a lot managerial things that need to be sorted out, and that's about all."

"Huh. Sounds fun," Allen scratched his head as an awkward silence followed his comment. "Well, I'll let you get started on that."

I nodded absently, once again not looking at him. My eyes were on the computer screen as I scrolled through my e-mails. I vaguely registered Allen going back to his desk and beginning a conversation with Togashi.

Hmmm, no interesting e-mails either…wait. CEO of Vector! What would the CEO want with me? I clicked on the mail tentatively, not knowing what to expect. I scanned over the contents. "Miss Uzuki. I have some business I would like to discuss with you. I would be obliged if you could e-mail me back as soon as possible about a convenient time for us to talk via the UMN. I believe it is best for you to be told in person, so as to minimize any confusion or questions you may have."

Wow, talk to the CEO of Vector? I had heard about this guy. Apparently he was the black sheep of his family. I remember there being a lot of objection to him becoming CEO. He was young too. I felt myself get nervous and I bit my lower lip. Well, I had just been complaining about how boring work was. Had I not?

I responded that I could speak to him at 9:00. I clicked the button and leaned back in my chair. That gave me exactly an hour to get things under control before I had to leave.

I felt my eyebrow rise when I heard the familiar ding that meant I had mail. A response so soon? Yes, it was indeed from the CEO. "9:00 will work wonderfully. I look forward to seeing you Miss Uzuki ."

Who exactly was this guy? I guess I would find out soon enough.

Chaos--

Gah. I am hopeless at finding things. It's not even like it's something small. No, it's a book. How can you loose a book? Maybe you could very easily, but when there are no other books in the entire vicinity, an errant book sticks out like a sore thumb.

I sighed. I had already scoured the entirety of the room, but all my searching seemed to be in vain. I know I didn't take it out of the room…joy. That means that it was taken out by someone other than me. Whoever that Tony or overly curious droid may be, they are going to get a piece of my mind. Not anything violent or physical mind you. Anyone could tell you that's not my personality, but I have me a way with words. Ha…was my humor always that bad?

I exited my dorm. Yes, my dorm. I refuse to sleep with Tony, Hammer and the captain. I have a dorm all to myself and I like it that way. It's much quieter, and therefore much more suited to my personality. I heard enough of their conversations to last me a life time of bad mental images. So, I get the dorm, unless we have company. I can be very self-centered at times, but even I would not go so far as subjecting a guest to the crew's loud snoring and not so scrumptious conversation topics.

I immediately felt an arm slip around my shoulders as my door hissed shut behind me. Tony. I looked up at him and he winked at me. I seriously had to suppress a shudder. I worry for the man's straightness sometimes. Yeah, Tony is a flirt and definitely a lady's man, but when you are miles away from civilization and there's an all male crew… I guess somewhere along the line Tony decided that I was the one he'd go after on those long trips. Heh heh. I would go after me too if I was that way…eh. You know what? Never mind.

I casually shrugged off the arm and side-stepped slightly to increase the volume of air between us. I am sooo smooth. Suave. Slick. I don't even think he noticed he had been denied. "So, Tony, what brings you out here…by my dorm?"

"Well," Tony drawled using the dejected arm to scratch the back of his head while inspecting the ceiling. "The captain sent me to tell you something."

Right, like I was going to believe that. I quirked an eyebrow and I couldn't help but smirk. "Why didn't the captain just use the intercom like he always does? Wait…Dear God, it isn't broken?"

I am so good at masking any emotion in my words. Tony didn't even note the sarcasm. Well, I guess my caring reputation does precede me, because he totally took my question seriously.

"Well, not that I know of. He was in the middle of watching a stupid Seraphim Sisters concert and didn't want to be bothered by making an announcement. God, he's so hott on them it almost makes me sick. Dirty old man."

I smiled wryly at that. Yes, that did sound like the captain, but I wasn't letting Tony get away without an interrogation.

"So what have you been doing today Tony?" See? I AM a caring individual, but sometimes I have ulterior motives.

Tony grimaced before replying, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Captain insists that we have the Elsa on auto-pilot. He spouted some shit about it being safer and that I waste too much gas."

"Ah," when in doubt always say "ah" it makes you sound better. "So you just sat on the bridge and moped all day?"

"Nah. I ain't THAT pathetic man," Tony looked extremely incredulous at my slight to his so-not-pathetic-ness. "I just kind roamed around. You know, see if I could find anything interesting."

Right, not pathetic at all. "Well did you find anything that interested you? Or is the Elsa officially boring. You know, you could always talk to the droids. They're interestingly amusing in their own way…"

Tony gave me a weird look. Hmmm, I guess that sometimes even Tony can catch me when I'm making fun of him and not being serious. I need to work on that. It is so much more fun when people think you're serious about everything that comes out of your mouth.

"I don't know about any droids, but I did find some other cools stuff. I found a nice little dirty magazine in Hammer's bunk. Ha. I never would have thought he was that type of guy. And I found some cool pieces of junk that I can pawn off at the next place we stop. Oh and I found this book, soo cool. I have no idea what it's about, but I figured I could get Little Master to give me a few for it."

One thing I've found is that if you ask the right questions, your victim will do the talking for you. Sell it to little master though? Huh, it's totally my turn to feel slighted.

"Hey Tony, where'd you find the book? I've been looking for something to read for the past hour."

Awkwardness starts…NOW.

Tony looked at me and then it hit him. He turned red and immediately looked at the ceiling. Yeah, way to not make it obvious. but, hey, I would be embarrassed too if I got caught snooping around someone's bedroom.

"Y-you know what chaos?" Tony stuttered.

"Hmmm?" I asked looking at him with my notorious blank stare.

"Here, you can have the book. I don't think Little Master would like it anyway," Tony gushed as he dug in one of his pockets. He found the book and gave it to me before leaving me with an excuse that he needed to do something in the hangar.

I smiled to myself. I know exactly how to play that guy.Upon inspection of the book I noticed that the book cover had not been taken off. Good thing too, I would have gotten Tony into so much trouble. Tony probably had in mind the last time he had infringed upon my privacy and wisely kept the book shut.

I have so much dirt on that guy. Hammer still hasn't lived it down that Tony was my clown bitch for the day. Yes, I made him dress up like a clown and be my servant for a day. It was either that or I would tell the captain about all the prostitutes he let onto the Elsa that one time. No, I am not above blackmail. Tony knows this very well. We have had a few instances…

I'll not go into that. So, my secret was safe. No one will EVER know that Indiana Jones is my hero. Now, I will have to go put Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom back in my room where it will be safe and sound, away from snooping Tonies.

I am not ashamed that I idolize a fictional adventurer. I just don't want Tony to have any dirt on me whatsoever, because then my blackmailing wouldn't work so well. Indiana Jones can use a WHIP. Enough said. The guy uses a whip and gets lots of sexy chicks while visiting relics. Who wouldn't idolize him?

I need to hurry up though. The captain isn't known for his patience. Especially if he is being interrupted from the Seraphim Sisters.

I rushed back to my room and placed the book on my bed stand before rushing back out. I normally don't rush under any circumstances. I like to take my time, do things slowly. But, that did not mean I was going to willingly face the hung-over wrath of Captain Matthews. He spent a lot of time in the bar last night, and although the droids claim they are working on an antidote to his hangovers, I don't believe that they have finished it.

A/N: ok, that was just an introduction chapter. I swear this story has a plot. Really it does. And, yes this will be a Shion/chaos…I think. Please give me some reviews so I don't get too depressed…please? I'll give you candy…