Chapter 2
How did I ever land up in this car? Deidara thought as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Gosh, even the seatbelt strap was made of pure, genuine leather. The steering wheel was plated with gold. The seats were -
"Deidara-san?"
Deidara turned his head to face a smiling woman, who was none other than Uchiha Mikoto, the wife of the boss of UIH. Sitting in the passenger seat was her youngest son, Uchiha Sasuke.
The famous computer prodigy, thought Deidara, looking at the silent teenager's back. He was researching on how to kill snakes.
But why is a computer prodigy doing research on how to kill snakes?
Sasuke must've felt eyes boring into his back. "What are you staring at?" He demanded rudely.
"Sasuke, don't be rude to our guest!" Mikoto chided gently.
"What guest? He's just some poor stranger whose bike tyres got deflated by nails on the road, and you had to offer him a ride! I don't see how some middle-class girl deserves it," said Sasuke, turning to face his mother.
"Excuse me, but I'm a guy, hn," muttered Deidara, feeling insulted.
Sasuke's eyes widened. He stared at the "girl" for a while, then went back to researching on how to kill snakes.
"Middle-class citizens really are weird, huh."
"Anyway, I would like to visit your brother for awhile, so why not let Deidara-san join us, since he's also going to First Street?" Mikoto smiled gently at the guest.
Deidara forced a smile.
I really shouldn't have taken this ride.
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"Oh my gosh."
Deidara's eyes nearly fell out. The stationary store at First Street was humongous, gorgeous, simply amazing. There were lots of customers, fountain pens, books and fancy lighting. The glass windows were large and well-polished. The work uniform of the store staff was neat and classy too.
"Well, amazing isn't it? Looks like you haven't been here before. I can see why, though, with your shabby clothes and old bicycle." Sasuke yawned as he walked into the store. Deidara gritted his teeth and tried to control his temper as Mikoto led him into the store.
Deidara had to admit, this store was awesome. For one thing, it had a wide range of clay
sculpting books. If I have a chance, I've got to read everything they have, he thought as a certain redhead walked up to him and Mikoto.
"Good morning, Mrs Uchiha, how may be of assistance to you?" he said. Deidara stared at the speaker in shock.
"Ohmygosh Sasori Akasuna why are you - "
"Yes?" Sasori gave his friend a you-had-better-shut-up-right-now look.
"Oh, so you know him, Sasori-san?" Mikoto seemed happy.
"Er, yeah, he's my friend," came the reply.
The rich woman clapped her hands together. "That's good! Now, would you mind showing this lost cat around? It's his first day at work, and I think he needs assistance."
"It's my pleasure, Mrs Uchiha."
"Alright then. Good luck at work, Deidara-san! Now I must go find my dearest Itachi..." Mikoto wandered off into the ridiculously large store.
No sooner had she disappeared from his sight, Sasori immediately glared at Deidara.
"Brat, you were supposed to meet me at the bus-stop today."
Deidara rolled his eyes. "Good morning, Mrs Uchiha, how may I be of assistance to you?" he said sarcastically, "I suppose you had to take a lot of candy to say these, hn."
"That's not the point. You were late. You kept me waiting for twenty minutes at the bus-stop, and missed two buses because of you. You know I hate waiting," the redhead said, folding his arms.
"My alarm clock betrayed me! I woke up half an hour late, and I my bike tires got deflated by some nails on the road!" Deidara protested.
"No excuse. You shall pay for lunch afterwards. Now, follow me to the staff locker room. I need to get you your uniform." With that, Sasori turned around and started walking away before Deidara could even have a chance to argue.
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OK, so there's no more working attire for male staff. It's better this way though; I prefer working in my casualwear.
"You're in luck, brat. There's no more staff uniforms for guys. You'll have to work in your casualwear for the rest of the week until the new stock comes in." Sasori closed the uniform closet.
Deidara grinned. "I don't mind, hn. I think your uniform looks quite uncomfortable anyway."
"Don't let Itachi hear you, or he'll give you a bad time. He was the one who designed our staff uniforms."
"Itachi? Oh yeah, come to think of it. Mrs Uchiha mentioned something about finding her dearest Itachi. Is it her pet weasel or something, hn?" Deidara said, looking around, "the rich sure have strange animals for pets, don't they - "
"Ahem. And who is this person, Sasori?"
Deidara spun round, only to find a teenager with long black hair and a cold expression on his face. He was wearing a nametag labelled "Itachi".
Oops, so he's Itachi.
"A newcomer," replied Sasori.
"Hmm. So, why isn't this newcomer changed into proper work attire?"
"There are no more uniforms for male staff, Uchiha-san."
Itachi studied Deidara for awhile. "She is a he?" He asked, pointing at the newcomer.
This made Deidara furious. "I am a guy, not a girl!" He said angrily.
"Oh? But you look like a girl. Well, let Deidara-san have the female staff uniform then. We must not have a shabby-looking worker in the store." With that, Itachi walked away, ignoring the shocked look on Deidara's face.
"What? Are you serious? I can't wear a girl's uniform!" Deidara shouted in Itachi's direction, but the latter pretended not to hear anything.
He's obviously taking his revenge on me for calling him a weasel. Stupid weasel!
At this point, Sasori opened the uniform closet and thrust some clothes at his friend. "Sorry, but you've got to wear it," he stated simply.
Deidara felt like he was about to explode.
Just you wait, Uchiha Itachi!
