*Ardente Odio-With hate

warning: Blonde jokes ahead. But we accept the fact that some of the most powerful and respected women in the world have been graced with gold spun locks ;) So take no harm from this and if you do even after having read this- go buy a bottle of hair colour.

Also no offence meant to anyone who has undergone plastic surgery of any type, or to Barbie doll fans.

Tell us if you liked the previous 'drabbles' if you did, we will continue despite S.T.'s reluctance to do so...

S.T.-Like hell we will!

M.R- You're virtual insecurity amuses me so -yes we will :P

S.T.- *curls up into a ball on the floor and starts sobbing*

M.R- Hey! You look like your Hamster ROFL

S.T.- You stole him from me!

M.R- I wish! That's why I'm writing now: To win over my furry love.

S.T.- Leave me alone! I'm sorry for starting this fanfic with you! *runs out of room*

M.r- *Looks after her friends retreating back and wonders...* 'Follow and console?" or 'Elope with hamster?" Is that even worth asking? *Turns to pick up hamster*

S.T.- *runs back into room* My hamster! I KNEW you stole him!

*Scoops up hamster and walks out. seconds later, the sound of a car driving away are heard*

M.R- *looks about her forlornly then perks up* Ah well she did leave me in her house. So...RAID HER LIBRARY AND FRIDGE!

We are not heterosexual, homosexual, nor nonsexual. We are simply sexual. Deal with it.

~Amy Birdsong

CRASH BOOM BANG!

The hard wood door flew open with every signs of releasing a tornado from with in. What one would not expect is the said whirlwind to have fiery auburn hair standing up like an electrocuted wig.

"Do they expect me to be a miracle worker? Where the hell is that useless female who calls herself my manager? Brittany-? Barbie-? OI! BARBIE BOMBO WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU HIDING?"

The roar engulfed the entire department and not one could possibly ignore the splendid presence of the irate man standing with feet apart looking much like a crossed Zeus.

From somewhere amongst the crowd a shapely bomb of a blonde crawled out half reluctantly stuttering in an attractive voice, "I-It's 'Barbie Bambi' Mr. Etou and-"

She stopped as those amethyst eyes pinned her and a voice dangerously soft asked,

"Where is he?"

Those heavenly plastic lashes lowered against blush tinted cheeks as the poor girl tried to look anywhere but at the conductor famous for short temper.

"Er… Well you see… I looked, I really did but-"

Dark eyebrows rose expectantly and she knew she would never be able to tell him that the flautist she had been asked to find two months ago had…Well just not yet been found!

After all being a blonde was hardly what one called easy. It carried such a huge responsibility, being born with these sunshine locks. Between manicures, perms, shopping, and getting new implants, was it really her fault that she had picked up a good looking fruit seller rather than a good looking flute player and consequently spent the last two months wondering why his 'flute' looked so much like a banana?

"Where is he Barbie?"

The same quietly spoken words again. The little blond shuddered- his hair reminded her of blood shed- hers most likely.

"H-he's in my office! Yes Mr. Etou- h-he's THE BEST FLAUTIST IN THE WORLD! And she-he 's right h-here in this very building-yes."

Kiriya winced at the shockingly inhumane pitch his manager's voice had taken.

He hastily muttered, "All right now shut up and get his arse into my office now and to make sure your diet doesn't mess things up again I said flute not fruit. Therefore if I find another Malus domestica on my desk, I will shove it down your throat."

"But…Sir, what's a-"

"GET OUT!"

With that the door to hell banged shut again taking Beelzebub along with it.

In a whirl of Chanel and holy terror, Barbie Bambi fled.

"Sheesh, what on earth have I gotten myself into? I didn't keep anything on his desk except for an apple, I wonder if he doesn't like them…perhaps a banana would have been more to his taste?"

Said blonde walked dejectedly back to the reception, hoping to get a cup of coffee, and(With any luck) a flutist who, if not completely, at least partially fit the bill for Etou's needs. What the hell was she supposed to do? Where was she going to find a highly talented, good-looking flutist on such short notice? With a sigh, she walked over to the coffeemaker and started to fill a cup.

After adding cream and three sugars, she took the foam cup outside to mull over what her options were. She could change her name, get plastic surgery done, and quit. Or she could have the entire office say she had amnesia and didn't recognize anyone. With another sigh, she covered her face with a neatly manicured hand. Why was her luck this bad? It wasn't like she was going to bump into a highly talented flutist in the middle of the sidewalk.

"ARGH!"

Barbie recoiled as she collided into a solid object, causing her to spill coffee all over the front of her Dolce&Gabanna silk blouse. As the liquid stained her shirt front, bra, and implants, she jerked her head up to see what she had banged into.

"I'm sorry for that" said the attractive man standing in front of her.

She was about to open her mouth and let loose her neuroses when he added, with some amusement, "Although, it was your fault for not watching where your feet were taking you in the first place."

Now Barbie felt like sliding onto the sidewalk and bawling. She was a mess, had a deadline of less than an hour to find a replacement flutist, had been snubbed by a man she didn't know and was about to lose her job.

She decided a bitchy comeback would be just the thing when she noticed the object he was carrying in his hands; a long slim case, which she had seen before by many of the other musicians; a flute case.

Excitedly, she pointed at the case, before raising her face incredulously to the man's.

"You…you…you, you you….!" She jabbered excitedly, pointed to the case.

"I…yes, what?" asked the said man with some apprehension, wondering if he had run into an incoherent ditz with a vocabulary restricted to two words.

"You…flute! You blow flute!" blubbered Barbie, too excited at her luck to think twice about how under-class her words were. To show her enthusiasm, she brought both her arms up to one side, and moved her fingers up and down, imitating the playing of a flute.

Now the man took a cautious step backwards, eyes widening at the blonde.

"Flute play you! No! You flute play! You play flute! You know!"

"Okay, I'm going to back away slowly, and leave you alone."

The said flutist slowly circled his way around her and began to walk away.

"Stop! Stay where you are!"

Surprised, the retreating man turned; stunned by the knowledge that the woman he had assumed to be a ditz actually knew how to speak in complete sentences.

"It's you and I'm never letting you go! Do you realize I've waited and waited, the fruit guy meant nothing NOTHING, It's ALWAYS been you .Oh come to me!"

She dashed towards him like a mare in season. The man nearly ran for it, only to find hot pink talons at his neck, and his back coming into contact with a chest that felt like it had been re-modified with silicon cups

"Let's get going, I can't wait anymore, finally, I can get the attention I deserve!"

"Ah…" stuttered the man.

"Come with me, you wont be sorry", she said, and before he could retort, he found himself swept into the building with a death grip on his arm.

With elephantine force, she shoved him into an elevator. Barbie could hardly believe her luck.

"Finally, I'm going to get the release I've been wanting from the past few hours!"

The flutist found himself begin dragged out on the eleventh floor, and being pushed into an office.

Dear God, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

"Wait here, just wait" said the heavily breathing woman, forcing him down onto a sofa.

"Just give me a minute, and then I can explain how things are going to be done."

Ignoring the harassed look on her quarry, she turned, and to her delight, found the man she had been hiding from, although his mood hadn't changed in the past half hour.

"BARBIE BIMBO WHAT KIND OF MANAGER ARE YOU? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU HAD ALREADY ARRANGED EVERYTHING! WHERE'S THE PERSON I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR?"

Oh my god, I'm in a pimp house! Save me!

Thought the frightened man, clutching his flute case to his chest. In spite of things, he couldn't stop himself from wondering: Barbie Bimbo? What kind of a name is that?

The loud voice seemed to be nearing.

"AND WHAT'S WITH THAT BANANA ON MY BLEEDING DESK? I TOLD YOU I HATE BANANAS!"

The door burst open and the flutist looked up in holy dread.

"SO WHERE THE-"

There was a marvelous hush that suddenly descended on the room as the two men looked at each other for the first time.

Kiriya Etou could scarcely believe it.

"Azuma Yunoki?" he asked blinking at the terrified, man sitting on the sofa.

A flute case dropped unheeded to the floor.

Etou's amethyst eyes locked onto the slender male who had bent hastily to retrieve his fallen instrument case.

"The lesbian of Seisou Academy is my replacement flautist?" He spat incredulously, turning to glare at his manager.

Barbie, who had thought there was nothing wrong with the flutist, now looked at him up and down.

"You're a lesbian? So sorry, I thought you were a decent-looking man." She said, taking the fact that she had somehow mistaken his gender.

So that explains the lovely straight hair…but Etou won't mind provided that she(or he) plays well, right?

Now the said man, Azuma Yunoki, who had believed the number of injustices that had been done to him today had reached their limit, stood up and without wasting a second, seized Etou's lapels and thrust him against the wall.

"For your knowledge, I am straight."

"Oh yeah, this position practically screams justification for your words", remarked Etou sarcastically, looking at the hand that was gripping his jacket lapels.

Azuma hastily withdrew his hand before continuing his tirade.

"Secondly, why the bloody HELL was I dragged into this office by…by THAT?"

He pointed to poor Miss Bambi.

When no one spoke, he added, "Why was I pulled here by a life-size Barbie doll with hot pink talons, and a plastic chest?"

Barbie, almost rejecting the fact that she had been insulted upon hearing her name being hissed from the lips of a very attractive woman (or man, according to him/her), purred softly,

"Oh, my, you know my name…"

At which Etou irately bit out, "Oh shut up. Yunoki, meet my manager Barbie Booby."

Azuma turned, looked up and down the loaded woman, before saying, "Aptly named."

Barbie flushed before rectifying, for God knows which time this was, "It's Barbie BAMBI, Sir."

But to her annoyance, the two men had diverted their attention back to each other. In an angry huff, she sauntered out of the office in as much of a saunter as her skimpy high-heeled shoes permitted.

The two remaining men only spared a second's glance at the slammed door before warily looking at each other again.

After a bit Etou sighed and restlessly ran his hand through his already unkempt hair for the umpteenth time that grueling day. He motioned towards the sofa that Azuma had so hastily vacated.

"Alright we might as well get started, sit down."

"Not in the seven hells Etou."

"Oh leave aside your fantasies for now Yunoki-" a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes before he said

"- until we finish with all the basic formalities. NO NOT THE DOOR! Al RIGHT ! All I need are your flute playing abilities you wank so don't leave!"

Yelled the conductor as he sprinted across the room to bar the route the escaping flautist seemed hell bent on taking.

Azuma stopped short. And turned with raised eyebrows.

"You need me to play for you."

"Yes." Replied Kiriya through gritted teeth disbelieving that had life had got him all the way down the years only to beg a favour from a person who had never failed to infuriate him in the past.

"Do you expect me to believe that?" Asked Azuma coldly but visibly relaxing.

Etou shrugged walking back to his desk. "Why not?"

"You can have anyone and it's not like music is something I do professionally."

"But you can play a notch above some of the most experienced players." He flashed a lazy smiled that concealed his admiration of Azuma's actual potential which he had ever forgotten.

"Why do I get the feeling you really need me now?" asked Azuma settling himself back

on the couch eyeing Etou uncertainly.

He did just compliment me right?

"This is how it is- we're doing this production called 'Symphony in the Wind'. It's a fairly simple idea with a splendid score-written by myself- We have the Alto flutes, we have the Syrian flutes we have Bansuris, Hulusis, Pan pipes- we have every bloody flute on the planet except a concert flute-s as remarkable as that may sound. I need quality not bags of hot air. And I need one fast. So the fact is if you don't consent I'll make your life so miserable you won't know what hit you."

The silence that followed was broken by a quiet chuckle.

"Asked like that how could I refuse?"

The amethyst eyes met Azuma's levelly, "I wasn't asking."

"No, you weren't were you. But as it happens I wouldn't mind playing too much. I'm getting married soon and I want a 'last show' if you can call it."

Kiriya smirked, "I get it. Shackled and wrung dry isn't the way I like it."

How do you like it? Azuma nearly asked freaking himself out before he realized that he had actually voiced his thoughts- he nearly had a seizure then.

Kiriya blinked across his desk at the suddenly stuttering man whose color was mounting.

Then smiling he stood up and without breaking contact with those splendid golden eyes he advanced slowly unknotting his tie and casually flicking open his first few buttons.

Azuma stood up and asked uncertainly "I thought this wasn't a pimp house?"

"No I know what you thought" Kiriya couldn't resist a knowing smirk.

"No you don't and why are you taking off your jacket?"

Azuma prepared for a sprint again but Kiriya had walked right past him to open his office door. He looked over his shoulder and grinned.

"Tch, sorry to disappoint but all we're doing this evening is bit of practicing. I want you to get the feel of it."

"Oh, ok then if it's just-"

Waitaminute!

'Feel of it'? Another obscene innuendo or…?

He glanced at Kiriya who was showing signs of impatience at the door.

"You coming or do you want to be led?" he asked sarcastically.

Shaking his head Azuma followed suppressing a groan.

Keep it together Azuma; Keep it together. You're straight.

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Right…?

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