DISCLAIMERRRR: I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM SEED/DESTINY, only my soul and my creativity, although those have been quite tainted lately via television and internet. Shame on me.

A/N: This is something I whipped up in a day because I was bored and I had paper and a pen… sooooo this is the result of 3 hours of hard work and a few sore fingers. Hope you all enjoy, and if you feel like it, review too:D Oh yeah, Cagalli might seen a bit out of character to some you readers, but don't worry, I'll probably change her back into normal in no time.

CHAPTER UNO!

"But SIR! Please. Just give me one more chance, I promise I'll get it right!" A pleading cry rang out from the room 1906. A girl was blamed for messing up the gross calculation on the company's earnings. "Plleeeaaasssee, I didn't mean to, besides… it was only one digit."

"Yeah, the hundred thousand digit." The fat faced man growled as his face got suspiciously redder and redder, until he resembled a stuffed sausage in his 3 sizes too small Armani suit, and we're not even going to think about what his blood pressure might be.

(Down the hall in room 1902)

"But SIR! Please. Just give me one more chance, I promise I'll get it right!" A pleading cry also rang out of this room. A scrawny boy with dreads fell onto his knees begging his superiority. If he got fired from this job, his credentials were going to be flushed down the drains, and well; his life is going to have its fair share of shittiness, no scratch that… it's going to have more of its fair share of shittiness.

"You know, begging me isn't going to save you're job nor clean up after you're mistakes," the cool bluenette drawled. "So you might as well get out of here before you make me late for my 5:00, because if you DO make me miss my 5:00… well you know what happens."

A glint of fear flashed in the young boy's eyes, the consequences of making his boss late for his appointment was… well there are no current words in the Webster dictionary to describe this terrible torture. All he knows from rumours that in involved burly men with sesame sized brain who had obviously OD-ed on some hormonal drugs.

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Well, I guess it's off to find another job for me…because well I'm pretty sure Mr. Armani Sausage Supreme isn't planning on letting me ruin another year of gross incomes. The girl though as she walked out of room 1906, she stretched and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She didn't even know why she took this job, she hated math for all of its algebraic glory.

As she walked towards the elevator door, she saw a lump of dread with legs running towards her, it was him. Seeing him always made her day a little bit brighter, he was the boy who interns for the hard ass boss next door who is praised to be the next Donald Trump…except without the constant sunburnt face and the faux pas of a hairdo.

"Hey Dylan wassup? It's only Tuesday; nervous breakdowns are for Fridays remember?" However, her attempt at making a joke was obviously lost on him. Seeing as there were tears perched dangerously in his eyes, she suddenly became concerned.

"I… I… I got FIRED! I NEVER get fired," and with that, he sprinted past her and into the staircase and with a slam to put all slams into shame, he was gone.

Ohhhhkkkaayyyy, apparently if I heard him right, I'm not the only one that got fired today. Oh poor Dylan, this must me horrible for him, I have to find a way to help him get his job back.

DINGGGG

With the elevator arriving, the girl walked into it absentmindedly, still plotting a way to help her friend get his job back. Just as the doors were going to close with a dull thud, a pair of hands slid in and reopened the door. On the other side was a pair of floating emeralds studded on a canvas of beige.

Ohmygod… Her mouth was probably hanging 2 meters apart from her jaw with saliva flooding the whole elevator, but she didn't care. The mysterious door opener was mighty hot. As he walked in and stood next to her, he reached across her and asked, "Which floor?" Of course she was already gone; goodbye, sayonara, adios! With one whiff of his cologne, she was off to the magical land where girls dream of boys and other fluffy cuddly stuff.

"Ummm, miss? Which floor?" he repeated again, followed with some hands waving. She shook her head, banishing away the improper daydream with the handsome devil standing in from of him. "HUH? What? Ohhh! Err… main floor would be fine" She reached out to press the big M button, but he was too quick for her, a split second before she touched the button, he jabbed it for all he was worth (which she's got to admit, is a lot). However it was too late for her to stop, so just as the elevator was starting its slow descent down 19 flights, she pressed the emergency stop button below the M button, causing the whole elevator to shake violently for a few seconds before shuddering into a stop.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT JUST HAPPENDED?!?" She was starting to freak, had her accident caused this elevator to stop? Was she going to run out of air and die in an elevator? She's pictured herself dying in many places, the shower, her bed, even while getting the mail; but she's never pictured herself dying in an elevator.

"Calm down okay, you just pressed the wrong button, don't panic… well at least not yet, and perhaps a little lower on the decibel count please." he muttered the last bit under his breath, afraid that she might freak out even more on account of him insulting her. He jabbed the start button once; nothing happened, He pressed it again… and still nothing happened; several times more…STILL NOTHING HAPPENED! Now He was starting to panic.

Oh no! The elevator's not moving…am I going to die in an elevator? What will happen to my parents, my brother, or even that sandwich I was supposed to eat when I get home? Just as she thought about her sandwich, her stomach started a long deep and very audible growl, causing her to realise how hungry she was and how she probably just embarrassed herself beyond repair in front of a major hottie. The thought of that made her blush feverishly and think of nothing more than to get herself out of the elevator. As a result of that, she started to bash and kick on the chrome door

"GET ME OUT OF HERE! IS SOMEONE THERE? HEEELLLPPP, I'M TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR!!!!!" this was then followed by a random wave of kicking, banging and more screaming.

"Oh for goodness sake, shut up already, I'm tired of you're fudging yelling" only he didn't say the word fudge. After his sudden outcry, she quieted down substantially, while catching her breath; she found it hard to breath. She didn't know if it was just her psychological mind at work or if the elevator was really running out of air. Apparently she must have been hyperventilating because he was looking at her with the look that is half filled with concern, and half filled with fear. Upon the mess that she was in, and in front of such a handsome audience, she started to cry. Not small whimpering but big fat ones the size of snow peas (are snow peas big? I have not idea, just thought I put that in… it seemed to fit.)

All of a sudden she felt a pair of hands around her shoulder and a force that pulled her closer to her audience. Apparently during her hyperventilation and random outburst, he's wrapped his hands around her and pulled her into an embrace.

"Shhhhhh, it's going to be alright, shhhh, and quiet down, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here." He soothed her as if she was an irritated infant who kicked and screamed their little hearts out. Miraculously, she stopped. Her tears had dwindled down to little gasps and hiccups but her heart was starting to pound at a dangerously fast rate.

"Are you okay now?" he asked while still holding her in his embrace.

"Um…errrrr… yeah, I th-think so-ooo…" she studdered

"Oh and by the way my name is Athurn; Athurn Zala, what's you're name?"

"…………ugh, ahbahrrrrr, errrrrrr, my... n-name i-is… Ca-Cagalli Yula Atth-tha" she managed to squeeze it out of her while trying to hard to control her heart beat and not to reach up and feel him biceps. Oh my god what is the matter with me? Why am I acting so unlike myself? Over some random stranger who she-----.

Her train of thoughts crashed into a halt right then, did he say his name was Athurn Zala? As in the next Donald Trump with hair Athurn Zala? Holy SHIT; there is something really weird happening in here. A millionaire is hugging a random girl who's in distress in an elevator? This kind of things only happens in romance novels! Or cheesy movies! Or romance novels which have been made into cheesy movies!

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A/N: Alrighty guys, that's it for now, my hand is going really numb from writing this whole thing and then typing it. Now now, I wouldn't want my hands to be amputated, so I am going to watching to mind numbing telly and relax and also poison my creativity some more!! WHOOOT! Peace! ;)