Some people just call him somber because he had this quiet and troubled expression on his face whenever he was thinking but he couldn't help it for his mind will never be at rest, always thinking about something not caring whether it's about an important issue or not. When he got nothing to do, he thinks and even he got something to do, he uses his brain to think as well. It was more like a 24/7 factory.

He could think and elaborate something simple such as instant noodle just like what he's doing right now. Looking intently at the content of the bowl containing his cooking noodles turning round and round in the microwave and once in a while looking at the time, counting down to zero and waited for it to ring and finally able to eat.

Ah…the wonder of microwave.

Looking at those somehow yellowish noodles reminded of her hair though her hair is much brighter and prettier and way straighter. He noticed on that raining day, her hair was wavy when it's all wet; making him think that is it even possible. Her fringe plastered on to her fore head and her shocked face muttering an 'oh' to him made an everlasting impression on him.

Cute

The shrilling voice of the microwave brings him back from his fantasy about her to the bowl of instant noodle. He took the hot bowl of microwave hand with one hand protected with a wet cloth, being careful not to spill the content while the other hand closes the door of the microwave and off the switch.

Twirling his fork around his noodles and slowly savoured the flavour of his curry noodles, the hot and burning sensation reminded him of her blazing amber eyes that shines and a glint of determination and fire in them. He could lose himself in that amber eyes of hers and never grew tired of it.

After having the majority of his noodles finish with only speck of the broken noodle floating about on the surface of the soup, he smiled at her free spirited characteristic. She could speak freely, without holding back. She is wild and wanted something challenging, adventures and currently gaining experience to surpass and tame a bunch of old directors in her company she is working with.

Athrun Zala's brain never fail him and it will always continue to work 24/7 but only with slight changes that is he no longer thinks that why and how in the world instant noodle is produced or what plans he had for the following days but his mind only thinks about her and her only.

Her smile, her hair, her amber eyes just everything about her. What he longed for everyday is to meet her again. He sighed to himself staring at that bowl of noodle again.

"I acted just like a love sick idiot."

He picked up his now empty bowl and washes them while looking out at the back of his opposite house still lighted. His thoughts wander again but this time to his neighbour next door. He wonders if this neighbour of his is a very busy person of just that he is the one coped in the house with a wrong time and never ever to meet.

Sometimes he heard noises from the kitchen, then from his bedroom he heard typing noises that he presume from a computer or laptop considering no one uses type writer nowadays. From the speed of the typing, he concluded that whoever person it is used to the typing and sometimes might constantly type. The repeated noise of typing in similar motion makes him laugh sometimes. He thought that whoever person mood is irritated because of the repeated amounts of mistakes made.

"I wonder if she is used to typing as well." He wondered to himself as he wipes the bowl dry and placed them back into the drawer of utensils. She is a business woman after all and business involves proposals.

Must be very familiar with the keyboard if that's the case

And speaking of proposal…

"I forgot about mine…thank God." He took a cup and a thermos of hot water along with few packets of 3 in 1 coffee up to his room. Once he gets started, he will get lazy to get him bum back down to the kitchen to fix something to drink. He seated comfortably on his wooden chair and precedes his work.

He sighed. It's going to be a long night but at least he's not the one having them as well. It seems like his next neighbour are furiously typing something and his mind flying back to her wondering as well what is she doing right now. Gathering his thoughts back to his work, he begin typing.

This is going to make sure I remain dominance and no arguing about it

It seems like dominance are slipping away from his grasp because in two hours, the pages are not even half typed. He has plenty of ideas and suggestions but somehow he has no idea how to apply them in words. Who said being a president of a company is relaxing and barely have anything to do? All they have to do is listen to suggestions, give approval and sign some documents…ah such relaxing job.

"Being a president is a relaxing job…my foot." He said through his gritted teeth.

Sure he had people look up high on him with pretence such as Asuka and he kind of like the attention but sometimes too much can make his blood boil and that's why only few of the transport company from the states ever saw his face once of twice and never more. He was innocent few years back when some presidents even send their daughters over hoping for an alliance.

He sipped on his coffee and realized that only half the cup left. He hung his head down, staring at his own feet, thinking of how to complete his proposal. Inherited with this company from father was not an easy job considering there are many people are playing with stock markets hoping to take over his company and some to pact an alliance hoping for an easy money but those brings benefit to them and disaster to him and his employees.

What annoyed him the most; his workers and the board's men are not even doing a good job on how to improve their transportation services. Meer Campbell, the daughter of a good friend of his father was the worst of them all. Giving goodies when you take their taxi was ridiculous stupid idea and when dead ends near to the corner, he had to wreck his brain and suggestions himself.

Giving goodies? Hello, I will be suffering from bankruptcy right now

He snorted. With nothing left to do and with an important meeting with the Za Burrel the next morning who wanted to know the capabilities of his company, he had to type something down. He knew him looking from far how to take control of his company considering last time he remembered how his father's transportation company brings down theirs who happens to have really bad services.

"Screw the ideas you have Athrun Zala and follow your instinct and your brain." He took a deep breath and begins typing what came into his mind that very second. He halted for a moment after a long session of typing and begins again. It wasn't the best and in fact it was far away from good not to mention with no planning of whatever thing he is typing right now but he had never fail before.

He will fish out something sooner or later.

And he did fish out something right now. He took out his cell phone and called someone who hated him with a passion who happens to be the treasurer of the company.

"Hello Joule." he greeted the man from the other side of the line and pulled his ears far enough to reduce damage inflicted from the loud yelling of curses and foul languages from the other end. He has got to be the first one who is brave enough to do that to him without worrying getting fired.

"Say…do you mind check out the money we have in the company?" he grimaced when he heard another shout.

"What do you up to now Zala?"

"Do you love the idea of making the company not only limited to taxis?" he asked, knowing the silver-haired man will love this idea of his. Even though they don't have any likeable area of each other or the silver-haired would love to see him go bankrupt but they have something in common that is…

To wipe the smug face of those over confident presidents away.

"Oh…finally came out with this but the risk are high."

"And exactly the things that make them back out."

"You are so going to owe me a lot Zala!"

He noted that his voice no longer filled with anger but of mischievous and anticipation. He knew just who he should find when he needed to screw up someone's mood and motivation.

"Is pale faces of all president with their glares returned by you sounds appealing enough?" he needed no answer for he knew it will be a yes.

"Get your butt to work Zala." And the phone line ended with the same fashion every time he called him in the middle of the night. Tomorrow not only he will be expecting grumpy Joule, he will also expecting solemn Dearka and eye bag Kira as well, knowing well enough Yzak will drag his best friend along the plan and Dearka will drag the always kind friend along.

Such happy employees of the company

III

He felt tired yes but the confident are overwhelming as he stepped into the meeting room with his companion. He had no intention on letting the idea of his just merely a trick to get them back off but really use it to make his company stronger than ever and remained superior to all others in state or not.

"Good morning. Let's waste no time. I have a presentation to present to everyone here and of course our honour guest Mr. Rey Za Burrel from England." The smile on his face never wavers through out the meeting and getting wider as he shot a look at the Asukas and Za Burrel.

-:- After the presentation -:-

"You have got to be kidding! You plan to get the buses as part of your transportation? Do you have any idea how much the whole process will cost?" the representative shouted, slamming his palm on the table.

"I do not make decision rashly Mr. Smith and when you guys either decided to join in my alliance or to take over, I thought that we can fork some of our shares and make this idea possible. Don't the rest of you think so?" he said as his finger drummed lightly on the marble table.

Silence was the only thing he received.

Fools

"Indeed a very interesting idea Mr.Zala but if we object to this idea of yours, what will you do?" those cobalt blue eyes of Za Burrel penetrate, fear was absent in his presence and Athrun couldn't help but feel impressed but he knew better. He may be young and inexperience but when come to this questions that he was often asked with, he knew that somehow insecurities occurs.

"I along with my friends here would still accomplish this plan of ours." He stared back at him, his confidence not wavering ever so lightly.

One…Two…Three…

"I wish you luck Mr. Zala but I am afraid this idea of yours have a very high risk. One step of failure brings you down." He said, standing up and followed by some other representatives.

Bingo!

"I wish all presidents here luck too." Those glares send to him and his companions were well returned by the grumpy treasurer of the company with pleasure and gratitude. Pale faces of Asuka, the biggest pain in the neck and those out of places president wanted to fool him are most appealing to look at.

As the door closes, four of them release their breath in relief. They were caught in this meeting for two and a half hour straight waiting for them to finish whispering with each other, arguing the fact with him and finally they had their victory. Athrun reopened his eyes to have three pairs of eyes looking at him, wanted an explanation.

"It slipped my mind to tell them we actually have sponsor from those bus company." He grinned.

III

"You seems very happy today." He turned his head towards the back seat looking at the girl who occupied his mind all the time and grinned.

"A very satisfactory day indeed Miss." He replied, turning his attention back to the road.

"I told you to call me Cagalli and what is so satisfactory today? A lot of income?" she asked, he could feel her eyes looking at him intently waiting for an answer.

"It was even better than getting more income. I have get rid some interference for the time being." He said, fingers drumming on his steering wheel, a habit he had grew accustomed to when he was in a happy mood. Looking at his rear mirror, he saw her expression turned confused and absolutely clueless, his grin grew even wider.

Very cute

"That's good. I am glad to hear that." She smiled and his heart skipped a beat looking at her. He quickly looked away when he saw her looking back at him through the mirror, his ears feeling hot.

POP!

The car swirled lightly and he blinked in surprise. He turned the steering wheel to the side of the road and quickly climbs out, running to the side of his car checking out his tire. Cocking his head to the other side, he stared intently at two flat tires in front of him.

He laughed. One he can handle but two…

"Anything wrong?" she poked her head out of the window.

"Flat tires and I am afraid that I will have to catch another taxi for you to ride home." He said, shrugging his shoulder in defeat.

The door flew open and she stepped out of it and in the process, stepped on a stone and tripped. Athrun noticed this and his reflexes kick in, one hand holding her wrist and another on her waist, making the impact on him. Her head bumped into his chest while one of her hand on his shoulder, making them somehow in a waltz position.

When they regained their balance, Athrun noticed that she was looking at him with a red-faced. He noticed what weird position they are in now and people are throwing glances at them and release her from his grasp. She looked down in embarrassment as well but reverts back to normal as fast as a speed of bullet.

"I can help you to fix them." She said, folding her sleeves up, getting ready to do some mechanic job.

"That's not proper…" he wanted to object her suggestion but her hand on his stopped him in mid-sentence.

"I think I want to stay longer and chat with you. Y-You don't mind do you?" she said, looking at him wide eyes.

"My pleasure." He smile at her and took out the spare tires and tools. Folding up his sleeves as well, he begins to do the repairing. He was skillful with this but he somehow want to drag this as long as he can. Looking at her sweating forehead and a patch of black stain on her check, with instinct he wiped it off with his handkerchief.

Suddenly realizing what he was doing, her retreat his hand back but she doesn't seem to mind and wiped his face with hers as well.

"Thank you…Athrun."

Author's Note:

Attention! Please read even though my notes are way too long.

Please bear with the boring and uninteresting chapter for right now I am suffering an issue of nothing to write. I really have to admit that the beginning was undoubtedly killing everyone patience and at any second to quit reading. I am terribly sorry and please forgive me?

Second: As you can see, my updating process is getting slower and slower for each chapter. I kind of lost motivation to continue writing starting from this year and sometimes I wonder maybe I should leave all my stories unfinished. This idea sounds very appealing to me. LOL! But no worries…as long I'm happy I will still update depends when. So…in short, the updates will be longer.

Third: Frankly speaking, I am very disappointed with the amount review I got for the previous chapter. I know it was terrible but if you don't like it, you can always write something like "You are terrible. Don't write anymore." Along with the reasons why and I will glad to take your advice though I was hoping this will not happen.

Fourth: The favourite saying of mine. Thank you for reading and reviewing and please continue to do so. Reviews make me happy and happy makes me more hardworking. Please forgive for any of my grammar mistakes.

P/S: Ah…Athrun's real job is revealed.