Sorry if there are spelling mistakes and I haven't evoked so much emotion and feelings but I was in a hurry and I wanted to update and finish this by today hence it is so hastily done! I'll make up for it in the next chapter but I hope you enjoy this one and please review!:3
The sun was blazing today. But summer or winter, rain or shine, the people of Seireitei Publications were always dressed to the nines in expensive attire, designer sunglasses and any pair of shoes with heels on them, guys included.
The Seireitei Publications building was one of the tallest buildings in Miami and also held the most prestigious magazines companies known to the world. Perhaps one of the most famous being the magazine 'U'. If anyone wanted to know the latest fashion, celebrity gossip or even relationship advice, this magazine was the one to read. It resided on the top floor of the elegant glassy building and employed the largest number of editors, journalists and the whole paraphernalia.
No one could top 'U'. And even if they tried, it would take them years before they could reach the level of sophistication and respect 'U' received throughout the globe. So what's the secret of this renowned magazine? It was approaching the building right now in a sleek black limousine.
It smoothly rolled in front of the building and came to a stop. People passing by, be they just locals out for a stroll or members working at Seireitei Publications, would stop and gawk in awe at the fancy car and the number plate. Everyone knew who owned that car.
The chauffeur stepped out and calmly fixed his suit before pulling the car door open to allow its passenger to step out. The owner, and chief editor, of 'U' magazine stepped out gracefully, a beige and brown Louis Vuitton bag swinging from one arm and a copy of 'U' magazine tucked under the other. His charcoal grey striped Armani suit was perfectly fitted to his figure without a single crease while his chartreuse and baby pink tie sat neatly under the collar. To complete the look, he sported a plaid beret of green and pink over his shaggy mane of ash blonde hair to match his tie. His flare for flamboyant fashion was, after all, what made him stand out in the world of excellent journalism. One must look the part of a magazine guru.
His shoes clicked against the marble floor as he made his way to the elevator, everyone flying out of his path and whispering, 'That's the editor of 'U'!' 'Look at his suit!' 'Look at his tie!' 'Isn't he handsome?' 'I wonder how he became such a genius!'
All these praises followed the now smirking editor as he entered the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor. His floor. He hoped his minions had done their bit. Otherwise there was going to be hell.
'HE'S HERE!' shrieked an effeminately lanky man with bob cut black hair and neon feathers adorning on corner of his eye which he claimed was very stylish indeed. The staff of 'U' magazine gasped as they scrambled about collecting their papers, portfolios and coffees in order to avoid eye contact with their boss from hell. Even though he was the most prestigious and respected celebrity of Miami, he was also feared, especially by his staff. Anyone who disappointed him could earn a one way ticket to Cannedsville.
The chief editor of 'U' hummed the elevator tuned as he stepped onto his floor and yawned as a messenger with a clipboard immediately approached him with the schedule of the day.
'I know,' he said in a bored tone as he flung his beret at the woman in charge of manning the staff's coats and hats. 'I know, Ururu! Here, take this to the printer and start printing copies, stat! We have a deadline to watch, people!'
As he slammed the copy in the poor girl's hand, he elegantly yawned into his hand and flung his bag in the air carelessly. As if on cue, a boy with bright red hair jumped forward to catch it and wiped his brow in relief before he scurried to place the precious bag somewhere safe. The editor was, after all, acting as he always did when he arrived at the office: lazy, bored and arrogant.
'Sir, we have to book an appointment with the Swedish models-!' someone approached him and he waved them away with an idle flick of his wrist.
'Frankly, darling, I don't give a damn! They are so snotty this time of year,' he said lazily and walked briskly to his office, a slow headache building up in his temple. If the people here didn't shut up right now he was going to blow up right here and now-
'K, darling, you look absolutely gorgeous today,' rang a melodious voice behind him and he smiled demurely before turning around.
Yoruichi gracefully walked up to him in her stylish Jimmy Choo beige heels, silk designer shorts and fitted white button-up shirt with her purple locks arranged perfectly about her face. She gave him her seductive smirk and held up a mug of something steaming and deliciously aromatic.
'Coffee?' she questioned .
'Yoruichi, darling, only you know what I like to hear early in the morning,' he mused. 'Give me a kiss.'
She gladly leaned forward and they both air-kissed besides each other's cheeks on both sides. As they pulled apart, she held up a sheaf of colorful envelopes.
'Got your mail!' she remarked and he gave her a knowing look. He didn't know what he'd do without her! Then, something clicked in his mind as he took the coffee from her.
'Speaking of males,' he said suddenly and smiled mysteriously. 'Come with me!'
He dragged her off to his office which resembled a glass box but the place was soundproof and allowed the whole staff to see how luxurious his office was compared to their squashed cubicles. Not like he cared how they felt. He just liked to show off.
'What is this I hear?' he said excitedly as he walked behind his desk to lean on his swivel chair and grinned widely at his co-chief editor. 'You are living with not one but two men? You naughty girl! I didn't know you had it in you!'
He playfully batted her arm and giggled like a school girl.
'It's really not as exciting as you think it is, K! Trust me!' she laughed as he took a sip of his coffee.
'Why?'
'Because as usual,' she sighed. 'They're hot, sexy, funny and sweet guys but-!'
'Then what's the problem?' K interrupted her, looking at her curiously. He was a rather impatient man and didn't like to wait to be told the crux of some interesting gossip. Yoruichi rolled her eyes.
'They're gay,' she finished, slightly crest-fallen. True she thought Grimmjow and Shirosaki were the most amazing guys she had ever met but of course, the good ones are either assholes, dumbshits or just plain gay. Sad fact of life.
K, on the other hand, wasn't so depressed by the news. His eyes suddenly shined with delight and his smile only seemed to widen at the news.
'Yummy!' he gushed and immediately stood up straighter and combed a hand through his soft locks which he took care to always blow-dry before coming to work. 'Why don't you introduce me?'
He waggled an eyebrow at her and she had to hold in a laugh. It was true that no man in the fashion world can be such a renowned fashion maestro without some question of his sexuality. And of course, no doubt, no straight man can be that genius.
Yoruichi simply shook her head at the promiscuity of her boss as she shuffled through his mail in order to discard the ones that were of no interest to him. She frowned as she found one that perplexed her.
'Um, K, why do you have a letter from Las Noches magazine?' she queried as she pulled out the black and white striped envelope from the collection in her hand.
His smile suddenly faltered and he immediately snatched the letter from her hand while rushing to close his office door. Yoruichi stood rooted in her spot and raised an eyebrow as he returned to his place.
'Aren't they competition?' she continued and he sighed.
'I was supposed to announce this later but I guess the cat's out of the bag now,' he said wearily. 'I'm quitting this job.'
Yoruichi's eyes widened.
'What?' she said in surprise.
'Las Noches has offered me a job,' he murmured and smiled lazily. 'As the top editor of their magazine.'
He slipped into his seat as Yoruichi recollected herself.
'You're kidding, right?' she asked uncertainly. No way K was going to leave 'U'! It was his baby! Or at least, she thought it was. He raised an eyebrow at her as he laced his fingers, perched his elbows on his glass desk and rested his chin on his hands.
'What? You don't think I can be the head of Las Noches?' he questioned. Yoruichi immediately realized the danger in the question and wiped the surprised look off her face as she took the seat situated in front of K's desk.
'Oh, no, no, no! Not at all!' she said hastily, hoping to get into his best books as her mind began to turn its gears. If K left the company that meant there was a vacuum at the top and if there was a vacuum at the top then they needed someone to fill it. But the question was, who?
'It's just that…we're really going to miss you, K,' she said sweetly and put on her most warming smile. His eyes bore into her as if he was trying to read her mind.
'Pooh! All lies!' he said nonchalantly and leaned back in his chair though he continued to smile mockingly. 'Everybody hates me here! They're all just waiting for me to go so they can see who gets my office!'
'Dang!' she thought. 'Maybe he could read minds. Ah well, I'm not surprised. The devil himself must have blessed him. There's no hiding my intentions now.'
'Okay, so you're right,' she said quickly and smiled mischievously as she leaned forward. 'So who is going to get your office, K? Hm?'
He too leaned forward and rubbed his hands together as his eyes glinted with an impish twinkle.
'Actually,' he mused. 'The decision is mine to make.'
Yoruichi suddenly realized what he was hinting at and couldn't help awing at his scheming ways. K was one hard up son of a bitch who knew what he wanted and he made sure he got it. Well, if she had to kiss his ass to get what she wanted she was going to do it.
'Dinner at my place tomorrow night,' she declared and reached out to touch his hand. 'A goodbye celebration on my behalf, K. You've been so good to me here.'
'Yeah, making me slave my ass away while you went around banging guys ten years younger to you,' she thought but smiled serenely at him.
'Oh! There is no need, Yoruichi! I am grateful for your help!' he said in mock innocence.
'I want to introduce you to Grimmjow and Shirosaki!' she insisted though inside she felt like pulling his hair for making her grovel like this. 'I'm sure you'll love them.'
He grinned wickedly.
'I'm sure I will,' he murmured.
'Are you fucking retarded?' Grimmjow growled at Shiro as he came out of the mail room of the apartment building. 'Why the hell did you agree? She said her gay boss wants to meet us and you had to say yes?'
'What else could I have said?' Shiro snapped back as they began to walk back to the elevator. He started gesticulating dramatically. 'Guess what, Yoruichi? We're not really gay! We just pretended to be because you're apartment was soo fucking awesome!' He glared Grimmjow who was busy shuffling through the mail. 'Come on! Do you actually expect me to say that?'
Grimmjow suddenly grabbed Shiro's arm to stop him from walking as he read the address of an envelope. Shiro gave him a curious stare.
'It's a letter from the immigration office,' he said slowly and continued to read.
'What does it say?' Shiro said, his body tense with anticipation. Grimmjow shook his head.
'Dunno,' he said. Shiro rolled his eyes.
'Open it, blueberry,' he said sarcastically. Grimmjow glared at him but did anyways. He scanned it quickly and then began to grin broadly.
'Yes! Yes!' he whooped and pumped a fist in the air. 'They accepted it! We got the permit!'
'Alright!' Shiro yelled as he high-fived Grimmjow and took the paper to see the proof himself. As he read the paper his smile faltered a little. 'Uh, Grimm? Why is only your name written on this?'
Grimmjow frowned and snatched the paper to read it again. Then, Shiro's eyes widened and he groaned as he covered his eyes with one hand.
'Shit!' he cursed under his breath as Grimmjow looked at him in surprise.
'What happened?' the bluenette asked. Shiro gave him a helpless look.
'I've written my Japan address on the form,' he groaned.
'So?'
'So?' Shiro snapped and his eyes narrowed. 'They're sending the letter to my mom in Japan, you jackass!'
Grimmjow's eyes widened.
'Shit!' he cursed.
Mrs. Shirosaki sighed happily as she sat on a yoga mat outside in her garden and tried to find her center while humming soothing sounds from the depths of her throat. This was something she did everyday not only to help her health but to help maintain her frail nature. Her doctor had recommended yoga because she always seemed to be stressed and this was the best way for her to relax.
'Ommmmmm,' she sighed and breathed deeply before exhaling slowly. She was feeling rather excited today anyways. She was planning on flying out to Miami and meeting her son after so many years. He had told her in between her ranting on one of their many phone calls that he had managed to finally find a home and she thought she would surprise him with a visit to celebrate. She hoped he would still have time to spend with his dear mother.
She suddenly heard a knocking on her door and sighed in annoyance. She knew she shouldn't interrupt her meditation time but the knocking was getting persistent and ignoring it wouldn't make it go away. She reluctantly got up and shuffled to the front door, muttering about how nobody had respect for the elders anymore. She was surprised to find a meek young man by the name of Hanatorou asking her to sign a clipboard for a letter all the way from America. Maybe Ogichi wanted to send her something special. She smiled. Her boy was still a gentleman!
As she signed the board, the man handed her a letter and walked off to his van. As he drove off she walked back in and started opening the letter. Perhaps it was a free ticket to a spa. How she needed to go to a spa badly! Or maybe a ticket to Europe! As she unfolded the letter, she saw it was a residency permit. She squinted at the fine writing. It was Ogichi's for sure but who was that other rugged man next to his photo on the top? And what was written there anyways?
'Gay…Couple…'she mumbled and suddenly, her eyes widened before she started to feel really light-headed. Before she knew it, everything had gone black.
Ahem ahem, let the drama commence! XD
