Author's Note: So lately I've been getting sooo many reviews and new people subscribing to me! (You guys tell your thousand friends?) And I am really happy about it because I never really thought my stories would get popular or catch on. So what I decided to do is create a web page. A free one off of wix or one of those other sites. There I will post the videos I make on youtube and fanfiction and crap about my life. Whatever. And I'll leave the link or whatever in a story when I am done. Sorry for rambling!
I stared down at the application that seemed to be the answer to all my problems. I hated working because I didn't get enough time with Misaki, but then towards the end of my deadline I worked myself into the ground and didn't see him for a week straight. I tried to regulate my work load so many times I couldn't count. I always ended up falling back into the same pattern of procrastination.
The clean writing on the paper seemed the exact opposite of Misaki's personality. He was such a crazy person and was such a neat freak. All the bears in a closet, marimo in a room, research organized, and writing as neat as could be. It didn't keep him from being a mess all the time. Always freaking out and jumping around. I half listened to the meeting going on about one of my books getting some drama. I couldn't care less what happened. Now I was happy for the extra money because I would get Misaki something nice.
After the last comments were made and I could stop acting interested I walked downstairs. Luckily a girl secretary was there. She was always around. I always forgot her name. She was as shallow as anyone could get and made horrible attempts at flirting with any guy around here. I looked at her name tag which I always had to do. "Suzuka." She looked up and fixed her hair. Ashame some guy would fall for her no doubt. "I need a small favor."
"Sure. Anything." She didn't know what anything could mean.
"You see I'm thinking of getting an assistant. I want someone specifically." I put Misaki's application on the desk. "So you see there is no need for an interview or anything. I'd like to skip all that."
"Well...I'm not really supposed to do that." I couldn't make any promises to this girl.
"Can't you make just one acception?" I smiled my movie star smile. It seemed to fool everyone except Misaki that is.
"I guess so." She wrote down Misaki's number on a sticky note and tacked it to the wall. "I'll call him."
"Thank you." I walked away quickly before she said anything else. Outside I found Isaka on the phone. I lit a cigarette and lounged near the wall.
"So you actually went to your meeting today. Surprise, surprise." Glad I did. I'd usually force Aikawa to go if she wasn't half dead.
"Yes. Something interesting happened actually. Ritsu Onodera works here now. Before my meeting we talked. He actually wanted to talk about Misaki. He met him yesterday." Isaka was listening now. Most of the time he would pretend to listen until he could talk about something even more worthless than what I was talking about.
"Yeah that Ritsu kid and Chibi-tan look a lot alike. It was freaky when I saw him walking around." Isaka was waiting for more of my story. He always made at least one comment. That was all I could expect his tiny brain to manage. You'd never think we were actually friends the things I thought about him.
"Well Misaki filled out an application here yesterday and he gave it to me. I'm not really sure why. He said Misaki was defensive about me or something. I went and gave it to that girl in there and told her to skip the interview and make him my assistant." Isaka looked at me for a minute without saying anything.
"Poor kid." He was almost in tears he was laughing so hard. "Don't torture him too much." I was going to have fun with this.
When I got in the door Misaki was on the phone. He sat sprawled out on the floor surrounded by coupons. He must be getting ready to go food shopping. He probably wouldn't bring me again. I tried to load up the cart with things I liked which left us with eggs and expensive meat. He yelled at me and put it all back. Sometimes I wondered why I didn't just ignore him when he yelled at me. I couldn't though. It made me want to laugh and I always got distracted.
He hung up the phone and turned slowly. His glare was actually scary this time. "Usagi-san what did you do?"
"I didn't do much of anything. One of the guys you met yesterday, Ritsu Onodera, gave me your application. He knew how slow things could be. I didn't plan to do anything at first, but lately I've needed help and you're the best for the job. I just made it so you could start faster than you would've." So half of it was the truth. Misaki would freak out if I told him the truth though.
"Usagi-san the point was to get the job myself." He was upset.
"You did. You have the abilities I need use of and you have a job because of it."
"What abilities?" He went back to sorting.
"You can wake me up without getting killed. You make sure I eat. Now that we will be working together I can make my deadlines. You're something cute to look at all day." His ears went red.
"I get it, I get it." Back to sorting.
"Misaki don't think that you just got a job because of me. Someone else definitely would've wanted you. I didn't want anyone else to have you to themself all day so I stole you away. I read your application it was impressive. You'd get hired anywhere." It was true. I didn't want Misaki to work in some place where he'd come home and fall right asleep then go straight to work the next day.
Misaki just smiled. He never believed me about the important things. I tried to pick out all the groceries again while Misaki took everything I put in the cart out. He always knew exactly what he wanted. He shopped faster than I ever could. I'd hover and stare at everything wondering if it was good or not. He just grabbed whatever it was he wanted and was on his way. It was the one time I had to keep pace with him. Misaki stopped to have a conversation with some kid. He had a cart full of cabbages. Obviously he looked up to Misaki in some way.
"Shinobu don't you want more variety than cabbages?" It must be boring eating the same thing all the time.
"I don't know how to make anything else." Misaki couldn't have run into a better person. Now he could show off one of his skills.
"I can help you. Just pick some simple recipes and try them out a few times. I'm sure if you can cook cabbage you can cook other things. Misaki was already busy writing down recipes and giving instructions. Sometimes I wish I was interested in cooking.
Before going home I stopped at a clothing store. "If you are going to be my assistant we are getting you the appropriate things. We spent hours picking out things and Misaki looked like he was going to kill me if I spent anymore money. "Usagi-san these are all pink and yellow." He just realized?
"Yes, I know." I handed over my credit card. "I like those colors and that's all you'll be allowed to wear."
"Hey, Usagi-san. Do you I have to call you by your name around other people?" I hadn't really thought of it. Maybe it would be more professional...
"Try it and see how you like it." I signed the receipt and handed it back to the cashier.
"Alright..." For some reason Misaki was reluctant. Maybe because I had never let him use my name before. It seemed more appropriate for such a cute person to say Usagi. "Akihiko-san." My reaction was unexpected. I hadn't felt embarrassed or blushed for years, but I could feel it. Luckily Misaki was too busy with his own embarrassment to notice. "I don't think that'll work."
"Yeah, I don't either." What was my problem lately? Misaki was going to die if I didn't stop getting excited over every little thing he did. Instead of becoming bored with our relationship I found new things to be excited about every day. It seemed like I wanted him more every day.
After picking Misaki out some materials all covered in bears, pencils, clipboard, etc. we went home. I was still surprised at my own feelings. I was always infatuated with someone, but not to this degree. It didn't matter what he did he was always seducing me in some way and he didn't even know it. Having him as my assistant might just prove to throw me further over the edge than I already was. The thing was I liked the feeling. I was weird that way, everyone knew it so why hide it.