The Personal Assistant.
Chapter 1: Prologue
The sleek black Mercedes was greeted by warm cheers as it neared the fence. People were waving their flags around excitedly, calling out all manner of welcomes, not all of which were politically appropriate. It was surprising to see how many people turned up under a sky threatening to rain. The shiny car was accompanied by a cop cab in front and another behind, a couple of motorcycles were also present; for good measure. Several police on foot began pushing the surging crowd backwards for the cast iron gates to open, sliding silently on freshly greased hinges. All vehicles passed by elegantly; stating their importance.
Through the bars on the gates the people of England watched as a tall man stepped gracefully from the black car, he was dressed smartly, as was expected, and had long black hair cascading down his back, strung up in a ponytail. Body guards were on a constant standby, holding the door open for him, speaking into ear phones, glancing, with hidden nervousness, left and right. The newly instated man of power glided up the marble steps and through the wooden doors, giving a very small, and barely polite wave before he disappeared into the mansion.
"Afternoon Prime Minister," a smiling girl came up to him, giving a small bow, which he acknowledged with a tilt of his head, "how are you feeling?"
"Fine."
She looked taken aback by his curt answer; he smirked to himself; that was something she would have to get used to. A part of his personality that the whole of the country would have to soon become accustomed to. He wasn't there to feign kindness; he was there to enforce the law. If the people of this country had been voting Prime Ministers of the past based on their personalities, then they would have had some very serious issues. The woman was now introducing herself; he had arrived at the conclusion that she was his secretary. Her hair was cut into a neat bob, with a 'young girl' fringe, that cut sharply across her forehead. Her skin was a dark olive, suggesting a Chinese heritage and she was very thin, wearing a tight blouse, and an almost high school style mini skirt. That would have to go.
"Welcome to your new residence sir, I am Lenalee Lee, your secretary. I'll give you a quick tour of the place shortly, but if you would first like to come through the hall and I'll introduce you to your other staff." She had regained her composure quickly, the Prime Minister was impressed. He followed her stiffly to the hall and was met by an onslaught of weirdos. The closest to the door was a male, with shocking red hair that needed a good brush, and cut for that matter. He stood casually, with a slight lean, and wore an eye patch. His clothes, which would have been proper, were worn in a very lax manner; a tie hung loosely around the man's neck and he stood with his hands in his blazer pockets, extracting one when the long haired man stepped forward.
"This is Lavi Bookman Jnr; he will be your personal advisor. Mister Bookman Jnr will deal with your finances, and meetings, and the majority of your agenda."
"Hmm. Pleasure." He reached out and shook the hand offered to him. The guy before him, his personal advisor, didn't look like he had the intelligence necessary for the job he was assigned. But he would see.
"How's it? Mister PM? Feeling powerful?" Lavi grinned at him childishly as though they were all best friends meeting for an awkward catch up, in answer he quirked an eyebrow before following his secretary onto the next of his staff, who currently appeared to be hyperventilating. She gave a shaky nod as Lenalee presented her;
"This is Miranda Lotto, she will be the house carer, though we have a separate chef-"
"I'm sorry! I can't cook!" the woman near screamed causing the man to take a small step back, glaring at her; she quieted but her shivering did not cease. From afar she had looked the most normal, but she was clearly losing her mind. She had inhaled too many cleaning products. Miranda had dark, curly, brown hair that seemed to just fall where ever it felt desirable, her clothing was much more decent than Miss Lee's, though it still clung tightly to her, she wore and old fashioned sort of dress that was bordering on being a frock, which had a high collar; complete with frills.
"It's alright Miss Lotto," the Chinese secretary tried to pacify the clearly distressed woman, and they quickly moved onto the weirdest of the trio of freaks.
White hair hung over fearfully pale skin, with a deep red scar running over the left eye. The boy, who was short enough to be confused with being in his teens, wore the expected, white, full sleeved shirt, with the navy jacket and matching pants, he at least looked proper with his simple scarlet tied done up neatly, unlike the red head grinning stupidly a few feet away.
Lenalee turned to her new boss, cocking her head to enforce the end of the line as she began to introduce the bizarre looking employee, "This is Allen Walker; he is our newest staff member, just like you. He is your personal assistant; basically he just looks after your wants and needs." Silver eyes locked onto dark as the shorter of the two held out a gloved hand;
"A pleasure to meet you at last Yu- I mean sir," he pulled away, a shocked, almost scared look in his eye, "shit I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, oh lord now I've gone and said 'shit', twice. I'm so sorry."
Yu blinked before allowing a slight frown to cross his features, he turned to follow his secretary for the tour. He turned briefly to look at his assistant, and saw him talking in a feverish manner to the red head, who was simply laughing at him, and giving him small pats on the back.
"Prime Minister Kanda, welcome!" a man dressed in a white suit stepped forward, shaking the Prime Minister's hand eagerly, "I am Komui Lee, I hope you are finding your new residence to your pleasure. Is it all well?"
Kanda glanced slowly about him until he reached the man before him, "It's fine."
He was completely unphased by the new politician leader's indifference; "excellent, shall we proceed with the tour? Would you like something to drink?"
Allen Walker watched this with concerned flicking through his eyes, he could still vaguely feel Lavi patting his back; "oh I am so fired," he whined, hanging his head in shame. The red head once again laughed. "I haven't even lasted a whole hour and they're going to come in and give me the flick. Did you see what I did?!" he looked up at the advisor desperately, the bastard was still chuckling.
"Yes. It's alright they ain't gonna sack you because you said his first name."
"And swore in front of him."
"Twice." Lavi added for some extra torture.
"Thanks."
The red head sighed and draped his previously patting arm over the white haired male's shoulders, "look; he's going to forget all about that now cause he's currently being shown around his flashy, expensive, shiny," his eyes began to drift around the marble floored room, resting specifically on the small crystal chandelier, "huge mansion and I know that there is a bigger one of those by the staircase." He pointed to the dangling crystals above their heads.
The pair headed off to start going about their work, Allen had yet to do anything, and spent the time that he wasn't annoying his red headed friend talking about food, and exchanging recipes with the chef, Jerry. Unsure if they were committing treason or not; the two discussed, in whispers, the strange reality of having a Japanese man as the Prime Minister of England. It was just unheard of; but they came to the conclusion that he must indeed be a very good politician if he could pull that off. Though; hoping he was a good politician in the right way. Allen told of his major screw up with his introduction; "he didn't even shake my hand after that!" he was almost in tears when the political precession came through the swing doors into the kitchens, he could hear Lena talk as they wandered in. Allen stood frozen, leaning on the steel counter.
"The kitchen is through here where you will meet you personal chef..."
Allen wondered why, in such an impersonal job, every staff member was the Prime Minister's 'personal' something. It was almost creepy. When the Japanese man stalked in, a look of disinterest on his face, his deep navy eyes settled onto Allen's stormy greys before narrowing slightly and turning to glance about the room. The PA took the opportunity to sneak out; leaving the tense atmosphere far behind. He instead went to pay Lavi a visit.
He knocked on the wooden door lightly before entering, "Lavi! What are you doing?"
"Working, like you should be."
Allen pouted, what was he supposed to work on? Take half an hour to set up a pot of tea; "I don't understand how you can have so much to do already! He only just started."
The red head sighed and turned in his swivel chair to look at the newest staff member; "that's why I have so much work. I have to deal with all of these pestering documents," he gestured to the mahogany desk behind him, "which you need to deliver to the blasted PM for him to sign."
"Exactly!" Allen slammed one gloved fist into his palm; "so hurry up and get this finished so that I can do my job!"
This earned a groan and Allen gave a sincere smile, "can I help in anyway, I'm tired of just wandering around."
"Sure," Lavi turned back to face his desk pointing to significant piles when necessary; "I'm just sorting them into piles of official documents, letters of request, personal mail, if any, and issues and concerns yadda yadda yadda. You get it?"
Allen nodded his head enthusiastically and took a chair at the desk.
He was looking forward to this new job, though still disturbed by his awful performance previously. He actually couldn't wait until things got hectic. At the age of 21 he thought he was doing pretty darned well with his life.
A/N I know I should be updating my other fics but this one just came to mind after watching love actually for the millionth time. If you haven't seen it hurry up and do so. If you have seen it I'm sure you will have noticed quite a few similarities, even some quotes (adapted to suit) anyway hope you liked it... so far. Can you imagine life with Yu Kanda as your Prime Minister?!?!? I don't know what to think really.
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