A/N: lol, wondering how I actually posted this at the correct time?? Its all thanks to my new system. I write about 4 chapters or so before posting the first chapter. This way it lets me get a head start on all the writing I have to do and I get to relax abit on the busy days of my boring yet funny life.
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Disclaimer: Really... I don't want to go through all this crap but here is the crap anyway:
I so do NOT own Naruto or any of the characters... If I did I won't be complaining about my life...
Chapter 2: Suna's style of Slave Labour
Sabure,
I'm off to work now... Stupid boss nearly killed me...Literally... I mean what the hell is the point of treating your future co-worker like a crimminal? People are just plain nuts. Damn these people!!! Some days I think that you're rubbing off on me... How are things going at your end? I hope that co-worker of yours gets along well with you. I would normally recommend you to be yourself but today TRY and be a little nicer. You're not exactly the nicest teddy bear on a shelf.
Nah
Just joking with you... But seriously at least give it a go being nice and caring. At least for a little while. Life is just a plain game of trade really.
You be nice to that person and they be nice to you too.
If you piss them off like hell then they'll make your life a living hell.
Just abit of advice for my favourite internet friend thats having a tough life.
I might be able to e-mail you when I go to work. Hopefully the boss isn't a slave driver and work me like a dog. I'll talk to you soon!
Hanako
Life was tough in his world. Always has. Always will be. Its not exactly a walk in the park running the Suna corporation and practically carrying it to work. The workload was unbeleveable. Thats why he had to hire her. before he even thought of hiring her he looked through the records carefully even if it looked like he was only half interested in it. He was good at that. he could fool people to a degree where they believe everything he says. That secretary seemed to have challenged him in every way possible and it was only fair to accept the challenge and beat her at her own game. Thia was WAY more fun than how life was a few weeks ago. This was pure entertainment...
Well... Hanako... you gave me a great suggestion when you said:' piss them off'
I think I'll see if anything happens today...
After I play around for abit that is...
He stared out his window, the view of the whole city was tremendous and it felt like he had the whole world under his feet. It was easy to feel that when his company practically ruled the whole industry and was a worldwide prominent company that supplied the people the electronics, food, clothes and many more.
Soft tapping on the door wakened him to his senses as he gathered his thoughts and shoved them into the back of his mind for later use and thinking. His expression remained calm and he called a quick: ' Enter' and the his assistant walked in, along with his new pink haired secretary. She wasn't like the other secretaries that he had hired before. She was different. In all aspects she shown flare and independance. She walked in, her expression neutral like his. It was almost like looking in a mirror.
"Sit down please Haruno-san" he said and opened his drawers, containing several documents and small office supplies that had some how managed to fit into his drawers.
"Haruno-san, these are the papers containing the contract and the agreement as set out in the newspapers when we set up the ad. here's some office supplies and if you need more go and ask my assistant Daisuke. Any questions you have will be answered by Daisuke. He will be around most days but if he isn't in then you can look for the West and East side manager Temari or the North and South side manager Kankuro. Just say that I said that they are to help you. If they doubt you... Just knock on my door." He was only half serious about that though, the last thing he wanted was to have her do things the easy way. He would enjoy watching her suffer with what's going to happen today. things were going to be interesting...
Ok Hanako... I've done my nice part...
"Any questions Haruno-san?"
"No, sir and it may be easier to call me by my given name... Sakura." He looked at her and just stared at the pink haired woman.
Sakura... Isn't this a little different from what I expected... usually they're too scared of me so they just answer me whatever I call them... Seems like I'll be having some fun...
"Haruno-san. I think I have the free will as your boss to call you anything... anything in range of not getting sued that is... that goes from...hmmm..." He smirked and looked at her." Sakura-chan...Sakura-san...Sakura-hime...Haruno-chan...Haruno-san...Haruno-hime..." She blushed at the first and the third one, he was playing with her again and making her feel uncomfortable. Sakura chan is NOT a name she would answer with. She hardly knew the boss in front of her.
"Sakura will be fine Gaara-san, after all... we're going to be stuck together for awhile." Sakura pointed to the part in her contract where it clearly stated:
'... working for 3 years unless promotion...'
She couldn't get sacked and that was a good thing. This company had a policy that clearly suggested that once someone starts working here they NEVER leave. The secrets of the company was a high price and it was classified to only the top members knowing exactly the details of any project. The workers aka the hands and feet did what they were told and paid to keep hush if they were top discover anything. Suna Corporation was a famous company and knew how to keep running effectively and avoid ideas running loose around the industrial war.
"Gaara-san?" He looked confused." Well... since what you said about as stuck together is true just call me Gaara or Gaara-sama around guests and customers please." he said professionally. He honestly wasn't bothered about what she called him but the guests and customers might find their company too messed up inside its 4 walls if she called him such a...
Personal way of his name...
Without any sort of ending after a name suggests closeness to the point of lovers or extream rudeness if the closeness was not achieved. He called her Sakura for the latter and she would call him Gaara for the latter too. The two hated each other and knew it. They just knew how to word things differently for appearances.
Time to spice things up around here...
"Your desk is just outside the room and our co-workers may have some work that you need to help them with... Now... The door is there and you may go..." He pointed to the square wooden door and he could clearly see the vain on her head. It was unoticeable to most people but not to Gaara and his eyes.
HELL!!! Thats where you're going!!! Don't treat me like some dimbo!!!! I'll get you back for this!!! Even if its the last thing I do!!!
She walked out of the door, fuming and her anger only increased when she saw the pile of work on her desk.
It looked more like a mountain then a pile.
Even a mountain wasn't an overstatement. The amount of papers that somehow balanced on her small desk was incredible to her eyes. The phones was ringing non-stop since she stepped out of his office. Phones. 3 of them sitting on her desk ringing and she slowly clenched her fists in order to reign some control over the anger that suddenly shot up like there was no tomorrow. The pile was at least 4 times her size and almost reached the tall ceiling. She couldn't even tell the colour of her desk! In the mountain of work that she proclaimed in her head: ' Slave labour ' many coloured sticky notes separated the pieces of work with instructions and directions. Colours was littered all through the work like lights on a christmas tree. This was living hell.
Damn you stupid GAARA!!! I shall get my revenge!!! Now I can't even type an e-mail to Sabure!!
She cracked her fingers and head, her new co-workers couldn't help but stare at their boss's new secretary. Most of them run away by now but none of them did stretches.
She sat quietly at the chair for 3 seconds and picked up all 3 of the phones and answered them. Fast. She repeated the same thing to every caller:
" Haruno Sakura speaking, please hold the line."
While saying that she grabbed the closest piece of work and scanned the instructions. She ripped off the sticky note and went to her drawer and took out a stapler. 54 taps later in 10 seconds she finished the first piece and went cracking on the next piece. She answered a total of 87 calls and managed to finish 34 pieces of work in a record of 1 hour and 45 minutes. The pile decreased ever so slightly and the call rate slower she went to the yellow sticky note.
Deliver coffee to all the workers in your department.
She looked blankly at it and her vain became visable again.
!!!! Damn you stupid Gaara!!!!!! I hate you Sabaku no Gaara!! I am NOT your slave!!! I'm not coffee girl either!!! Hire one! Not me!
She looked around the room, everyone was still watching her. Even if they looked like they were reading a file or typing she could feel their eyes watching her while she wasn't looking.
Just great... This department has almost 110 people altogether... Seriously... Is he mad or just plain mean? Or maybe he just want to kill me.
She took a deep breathe, calming her mind and ignoring the constant ringing of the phones. She looked for a way to get through this mess and if possible, in one piece. As the low as the chance was, she gave it a go. She had nothing to lose. And all to gain.
The answer just popped into her head.
Just like that.
Slowly, picking up around 6 pieces of paperwork that needed stapling and spell check ( the people obviously didn't bother to use the spell check on Microsoft Word). She rushed to the refreshments room and immediately looked for as many cups as possible, putting them into a straight line and dumping a whole load of tap water into the kettle and switching it on. After the tap that showed the water was boiling she cracked down on some more work and finished the whole pile before the kettle of water had boiled. Rushing out to get more work she reappeared in the refreshment room with another pile of work. Another tap alerted her and she swung the kettle around and poured in the hot water with the instant coffee mix that she found in a tin inside a 'secret' compartment inside the cupboards. Now she was almost certain Gaara has planned all of this.
You seriously thought I wasn't going to finsih this stupid little maid job? Hell are you wrong! I'll show you what I'm made of!
Hell yeah!
With a small spoon she stirred the solution and put them on a plate. She felt like a waitress, she's been one as well. The tricks she learnt at Chouji's place really helped right about now.Placing another plate on her wrist she managed to get 3 plates and 9 cups of coffee. She walked confidently out and saw the red head. He turned around and smirked at her.
Now I DEFINATELY know who did the crime... DAMN you Gaara!!
She faked a smile and shoved him a cup of coffee. He caught it and smirked at her while slowly drinking it. He was enjoying every moment of this and it was plastered all over his face.
I'm gonna work you like a dog!
Take that Mr 'I can drive you over the brink and murder you with my work' Sabaku no Gaara!
He pushed his finished cup back and when Sakura turned around she felt a soft shove. She turned around and the plates wobbled and left her hands. Immediately she caught the 3 plates while spinning them. Alot of the audience cheered the girl on, the show was unbelieveable so far.
Damn am I glad I took a week off to do that circus training with Kiba... Akamaru wanted to try the flaming hoops and his master did nothing but give him that.
Gaara turned around to see what would happen and was clearly suprised when she caught the plates and walked around the room. Before he went into his office he called out:
" Hey Sakura! Next time use more instant mix!! It tasted too watery!" He could feel the anger radiating off her and could only smirk at it.
Soon, she gave out all the coffee and finished the workload she brought with her to do in between the time she waited for the people to finish their coffee and the water to boil.
She went back to the place that was called her: ' work area' and her mouth practically dropped open. Her eyes almost popping and her body frozen.
GAARA!!! I will make your life a living hell if its the last thing I do!!!
The workload increased 10 fold and the papers littered the whole area. It was practically Christmas come early for Gaara to watch her struggle but it was like Christmas gone wrong for Sakura.
He chuckled to himself and stared at the pile of work on her desk. He had personally delivered them and labeled them with long and vivid instructions that would make her scream for a dictionary. He had dug up mountians of work that was supposed to be done over the whole month and shoved it all onto Sakura's desk. The workload was enough to kill.
I think you've learnt your lesson now...
Well...
Maybe a little more work won't hurt...
He smirked and layed his feet on top of his desk, his position only done this once since his desk was clear. Clear of all paperwork and crap. The junk was all piled onto Sakura's small desk. Slowly he looked out the small curtained window in his office that allowed him to see the whole department. The girl was rushing around and was practically doing an indoor marathon in the department and everyone could only stare in shock and awe.
She should finish it by the time we finish for the day... Thats if she skips lunch...
If she doesn't then I guess thats too bad and she would have to do OT... ( over time)
" Lets make things a little more different from now on..." he said to the thin air around him as he thought of other ways to annoy his new secretary.
This should give things a little twist...
And with that thought he gathered his plan and prepared for fun.
Fun for him.
Work for Sakura.
Ring
Ring
Ring
MAKE THESE GOD DAMN PHONES GO AWAY!!!!
She was about to unplug them or just chuck them out of the window when she noticed that her pile wasn't getting any smaller if she just complains. Instead she just cracked onto her work and as the minutes ticked by and the phones kept ringing she had just stopped all her thoughts and acted like a robot.
"SAKURA!" the loud shout in her ear caused her to knock over a pile of paperwork and she grimaced. She turned around slowly, she already knew who it was. That voice and the fact he shouted her name when no-one else knew her name was a major hint.
"Hai... Gaara-sama... What is it?" She said as she turned back, she didn't even want to face him. She picked up the papers on the floor and dumped it along side the: 'unfinished' pile. Pile was an understatement. Christmas tree would be more fitting. The coloured notes sticking out from all angles and the plain white paper that made the branches and trunk made her desk more like a snowglobe than a place where she could work.
Hell, she didn't even think that she would have to do so much work in so little time but now, he proved her wrong.
"Please look at me when you're answering Sakura...chan" he smirked his famous smirk and watch her creak her head around. Almost like winding up a music box. She was damn pissed and she showed it.
"Thank you Sakura-chan. Why are all these papers on the floor?" he asked innocently and faked a smile at her. The message was as clear as the morning sun.
I'm gonna make you work like my slave. You can't do crap to me...
" Gaara-kun I just happened to drop those when a bug flew by my ear... You really should close the windows..." She made a slight higher pitch when she said kun and couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his expression.
Anger.
Control.
Playfulness.
Two can play at this game...
The end of the day approached and the workload decresed at a fast rate. She knew that once the clock strikes 5 o clock Gaara couldn't give her any more work or face the consequences and her lawyer. The last thougth in her mind pushed her harder and she rushed through the tasks one by one at sprinting rate. She had skipped lunch without thought, that red head boss of hers might just pop up out of nowhere and shove more work down her throat. Besides, who needs lunch anyway? She was on a slimming diet and needed to keep her body working while this diet carries on. This was one good thing out of a chain of bad things that have happened so far.
Her gaze fell on the clock and as if on queue the clock went dead.
The ticking stopped and her face fell on the table. The world was screwed up and she seriously needed one of her relaxation candles right about now. She had done more work than all her other jobs in the past combined. She made coffee, scanned a whole book, copied down a list of products, took 5 threat calls for Gaara, moved a desk, typed a letter to the coffee company to complain about their instant coffee, tested the new baby toys, stapled a whole fact file together, ordered a new type of food called: 'Jackle Snacks' from the Jackle company and new Jackle Packs for kids and other jobs that could possibly go under the catogery of 'Slave labour'
She was cursing all that was good and holy when he called out once again for the 298 time today:
"SAKURA!"
"Hai, Gaara-san... What is it?" She said boredly, the guy had no life. If its his life to torture her he's doing one brilliant job and a job that she can say did almost too well. Too well for her liking.
"Fix the clock!"
Do I look like I applied for the job of being your god-damn maid?? Hello? Abit of respect would be nice right about now!
She stared at the space between them. The window was covered but she could hear his voice clearly. She really wanted to swear at the space and tell it to get a life but she swallowed it in and took her pride in. She grabbed a non twisty chair and took the clock down. She sat down on the chair and found the batteries ran out. She shouted:
"Hey Gaara-dono! I need some new batteries for the clock!"
"Well go get them woman! Thats your next job! Do you want me to write you a sticky note and give it to you with instructions on how to go and get new ones from Daisuke?" He asked sarcasticly, he seriously thought she was that dumb?
She refused the urge to knock down his office door and throttle him and went to her desk to call Daisuke's mobile. After several rings he answered:
"Mushi Mush, Namihowa Daisuke speaking. How may I help?"
"Hey Daisuke-san, I need some AA batteries for the clock. The boss is telling me to hurry up as we speak..."
"Sure, I'll come right over."
He hung up and she thanked any God that was out there that she didn't have to leave the office. It was definately 5 o clock by now but that slave driver aka tirant of the Suna company would probably not let her out until that damn clock is fixed.
God damn you Gaara!!! If I had a drill and no life I would seriously murder you!
After several LONG minutes later Daisuke ran into the room and handed the batteries to Sakura who fitted them into the clock. She couldn't hang it back up due to her height and was on her tiptoes when a voice from below her alarmed her completely.
"You do know that people can see up your skirt from here you know...I seriously don't want to have people around here getting nosebleeds..."
She kicked him in the face and jumped off the chair, the clock was hung up and she looked back at the angry man that was sitting on the floor. A warm feeling rushed to his nose and he cursed the little stars that was currently dancing on top of his head.
... WHY THE HELL IS SHE MY SECRETARY?? WITH A FOOT LIKE THAT SHE CAN JOIN A FOOTBALL LEAGUE!!!
"Pervert!"
The whole office remained silent and the red head just stared at her.His anger could topple his all time record, his nose felt runny and his cheek definately had her boot print all over it and it just got worse. He had a meeting tomorrow with his new business partners and no doubt will there be awkward questions about the funny print of a boot on the owner of Suna Corporation's cheek.
With one final sentance she left the office:
"It's 5 o clock already!"
The clock struck 5 o clock which was more 5:30 if the clock hadn't stopped at the last minute. She swung her coat over her shoulders and pushed open the doors to her freedom.
He opened his door and wiped his nose for the 425 time after being kicked by that turbo charged secretary of his. What the hell was she? Wonder woman? To have finished the work and kick him in the face with what he would describe as 'deadly force' she could have easily broken his nose if not so done already.
"Stupid murdering secretary...Stupid tissues!" he cursed the tissues in his office. He never needed them. They were for people that cried and got hurt. He was NOT that type and the sandpaper material tissues layed on his coffee table innocently, soaked in his blood as if mocking him.
"Damn you Sakura! Tomorrow you shall die!"
He sluggishly moved to his study and switched on the computer. Giving a large sigh he sat comfortably and rested his head on the soft leather chair that he had brought especially for this purpose.
His e-mail was full again. The amount of junk there was unbelieveable. He really should get a new account with proper junk boxes and block lists that actually works. The good thing about this e-mail address was not only convenient to use but because the e-mail address was made as an alias to TRY and get rid of all these junk that he recieves.
sabure nosabaku fitted well with his allias and his allias came from there as well. He had met Hanako from here and this was one of the only things he treasured. The relationship with Hanako. He didn't care if she was a teenager or an old woman. She couldn't really care less about where she lived or what nationality she was.
All he cared was about her.
Her and maybe who she might be seeing...
Quickly he scanned the page for any new e-mails from her. It was this time of the day that he felt most calm, th time when he could just sit down on his chair and relax on the thoughts that his friend is sdomewhere out there. Somewhere that hopefully he can visit and see for himself what she looks like, what her figure was like, what was her habits and her favourite foods. It was those things that made him happy. Those tiny little things that he knows make all the difference. Knowing her when some people in the world may not and probably never will. He silently congratulated the ones that worked with her or live near her or even just see her walking to collect her mail. How lucky those people are. Just to know someone so special but never really quite stood out. People like that are the ones that are truely beautiful. Beautiful in the heart. A round of applause should be given to the lucky people that knew people like that or maybe even a chance to know.
He never even noticed that he was congratulating himself and his abnormal luck.
A/N: There! Done!!!! Happy? Leave your nice reviews by the door and don't forget to wait for the next chapter! the next one should be in 2 weeks time or so cuz these chapters are WAY longer than what I expected... I think I just about beat my record for the longest chapter with these Author's Notes... I hope that at least SOME of yous can review at least on one chapter if not all!!!
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