Voltaire Hiwatari

Boris stared in confusion at the man seated in front of him; he looked different on a seat in his little office instead of one in his grand and regal office back in Russia. Voltaire did not just fit in, in this kind of environment. It was odd for Boris to say the least, not to mention awkward; his former boss had been in his office for about ten minutes.

Either of them were yet to say a word.

After a further few minutes of awkward silence in which Boris fidgeted and Voltaire regarded the room he was in with contempt and disgust as obvious as the last time he visited the dojo where his disappointment of a grandson lived in, the white haired man decided to finally disclose the purpose of his unexpected presence. "You might not know this," he began in an enigmatic voice, "but the Russian Government has banned me from running Hiwatari Enterprises." He paused for a moment. "Kai didn't take my not-hiring him to work at the company quite so well, and spilled to the government every one of my damned secrets!"

Voltaire paused again and gripped the table top in front of him to calm his nerves. Meanwhile his purple haired interviewer continued staring at him quizzically. It was only when Boris cleared his throat the Voltaire continued.

"Now, where was I?" The former owner of Hiwatari Enterprises mused theatrically, "yes, I have been declared unfit to run the company, and that miserable excuse of a grandson is now the sole owner and in charge of all that I created with my sweat and blood."

Boris scrunched his nose in disgust, but the old man didn't seem to notice.

Voltaire slammed a fist on the table in sheer contempt. "It did not do me well to underestimate that bastard of a boy."

Boris chose to feign disinterest in the whole story, though he was deeply interested in wanting to know how Kai actually took over the company, it seemed that going from one office to the next in search of a job which would meet his very high demands was not for the Hiwatari heir. The fact that his old master got conned by his grandson, who was just in his twenties, was also very amusing, and he certainly wanted to know the juicy details very much, 'cause despite how much he hated the boy's guts, the situation was quite ironically humerous.

But instead of indulging, he settled on seeing to the matter at hand. "What do you want from me, Voltaire?" he asked wearily looking at the man in front of him. "If you want me back as your right hand man, or give you a job, you can forget it!"

Voltaire blinked in genuine surprise. "You actually thought that I would work in this dump?" he chuckled leaning back into this seat. "Jeez, Balkov, I just applied here so I see you to curse about Kai, the boy who's been a thorn in my side since he was a child, who swindled me out of my empire!"

The purple haired man looked dumbly at his former master, too shocked by the new information to completely digest it. However he couldn't help breathe a sigh of relief, at least his worst suspicions had not been confirmed, Voltaire applied for a job not because he wanted a job. Thank God. Now that the prospect of not being forced by another Hiwatari for a job, was returning his amusement at the situation of Kai being annoyed enough to force-take over the company.

He leaned back in his chair and grinned at the former world dominator. "Ugh, don't remind me," he groaned agreeing whole heartedly with Voltaire's emotion's about the former blader. "He acts like he owns every damned person he talks to!"

Voltaire nodded sympathetically. "You think you have it bad, remember I am related to him."

Boris hissed, the every concept of being related to the former Bladebreaker sounding worse than a curse. Oh, this felt good, talking bad about their common enemy. Kai was such an eyesore, complicating both their lives just by existing. Heck, if Kai wasn't there he would be working peacefully and Voltaire would be in Russia running his company. But now there were stuck there together in his little office, with nothing better to do than talk about how big of an eyesore he, Kai was.

Boris blinked in realization. Talking bad about Kai and cursing him to the deepest pits of hell with the only man who hated Kai as much as he did, ooh, this was going to be a very fun afternoon! If only Hiromi and Brooklyn were here with them, it would have made this curse-fest even more amusing. Alas! But Boris was sure that he and Voltaire would make the afternoon quite entertaining and equally satisfying on their own too.

AN: Thank you to Rangerapprentice, Kawaii-Chibi-Kai and nazrita for reviewing the last chapter. Wrote this a week ago, and I'm actually quite fond of it. :P

Please, review. :P

02:10 a.m. 27th August, 2012