Personal Assistant
Pairing: Kurama/Botan.
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: Instead of managing a star, I'm managing Shuichi Minamino's entire life and he's using me as a toy. So much for a future, right? He is definitely out to ruin my life and there's nothing I can do about it.
Disclaimer: I do not own YYH!
You know the phrase, what I say goes.
Well, that's kind of what happened, in a whole trickling effect kind of way.
First, I avoided boss-san like the plague, the next day at work, which is insanely hard to do considering I'm his assistant and all. But, somehow I managed after the week, he kind of got the clue and, know what, he steered clear of me too. It was so weird. For once, things were going the way I wanted them to go. Usually, that never happens, so this was quite shocking in both my realm and surely, Minamino's. I would have never seen this coming, in any other lifetime. Or even mine.
Second, I spent more time with Keiko, Yukina, and also, hadn't seen Satoshi Kei since that run-in on the set of some show he was filming. So, that was good too. I needn't have Satoshi's weird thoughts clouding my mind. He always spoke nonsense anyway. Or whenever he spoke to me, it was like nonsense because I never understood him. I think he's what you call, too smart for his own good. For an actor, he's got quite a brain. Seriously, if he wasn't acting, he'd bound to amaze us all with some other amazing feat.
Anyway,
Back to my life.
Because I know we all love my tumultuous life style.
But, as of recently, it hasn't been so tumultuous. One would say, I should be grateful. I got what I wanted. I got Minamino out of my life and I could finally focus on what was important.
Except, I couldn't shake that nagging feeling that something wasn't right. Something hadn't been right. Even if I was living my life in singledom and enjoying drinks on Saturdays with Keiko or a movie after work with Yukina, it was like without Minamino, something was missing.
To be blunt, I guess it was the sex. Or almost sex. Or the fact that Minamino had become my scamming mate.
Yeah, that. I could never call us friends with benefits.
Ha-ha, that would be like a compliment and without work, we wouldn't even be close to friends.
Jeez, I had become such a horny woman. I wonder if all women get this way. I sighed; I really need to focus on my job. Sheesh, I need to stop worrying about sex and scamming mates (ex-scamming mates). My head was already messed up as it was.
"Botan, get your head out of your ass," Keiko conked me on the head with an orange.
A freaking orange!
Where did she get that orange?
Oh...
Well, we were home. I guess that makes sense.
Jeez, how long was I spacing out...? I wondered.
"What?" I dully said, staring at my roomie.
"We're going out soon, you gotta get ready!" She hollered, picking up the wrinkled orange that now sat on our tiled floor, of our kitchen in our two bedroom flat.
"Oh...the bar, right... That sounds fun," I said, picking at the nail under my skin, being bored.
"It will be, just get up! You've been spacing out for like twenty minutes," Keiko bubbled into laughter as she went into our adjoining room. I took a deep sigh, musing over what Minamino might be doing at this moment. Then I hopped of the stool in our kitchen, routinely tucking it under the counter and sucking on my lower lip. Our first date-sort of, meetings-which brought a coy smile to my face, and that time in his dark town house.
Minutes later, Keiko burst out the room in a bandage skirt, lacy shirt, and platform heels. She looked hot.
So, I told her so, "You look hot." I grinned.
"Shut up girl," Keiko slapped my arm. "Go get ready." She thumbed our room and skipped to the bathroom, probably going to put on her makeup. I wandered in, eventually selected a short hemmed, baby doll style dress with a less applique on the necklace. Then I fished for shoes, coming up with some flowery, pastel colored heels. I fluffed my usually, pin straight flat azure hair and mussed it up a bit with some product. Afterward, I followed Keiko's path to the bathroom, she was still freaking in there applying gel eyeliner.
"Almost done," she told me, sensing my presence as she drew a perfect line on her crease.
Jealous.
I sucked at applying makeup.
"Do you next?" She offered with one of her Keiko's being with generous smile.
"Yes!" I immediately said and proceeded in, putting on some foundation, cover up, mascara, and blush. I brushed my cheeks with a face brush and pressed my lips together after spreading a cherry blossom pink lip gloss over my lower lip.
"Kay, close your eyes," Keiko held a tiny pot of gel eyeliner and a tin brush in both hands. She turned to me and she finished in a few seconds.
"So, how's the love life?" She asked, fixing her mistakes with a q-tip.
"Nonexistent," I sighed, heavily.
"But, what about Satoshi? Didn't you see him recently?"
I blinked an eye open at that.
"UGH!" I groaned, not afraid of showing my true feelings for that dude.
"That bad...?" Keiko stepped away, eyeliner in hand.
"YES!" I vigorously nodded my head.
"Come on...you guys dated, when you were younger," Keiko hedged, leaning on the empty counter.
"So?" I reeled.
"He's...a dolt. An idiot. I'd never date him," I gritted my teeth, staring at my reflection. At least, that satisfied me.
"Oh...okay, I definitely hit a rough spot. Let's just go out and have fun," She decided before telling me, "Reapply your mascara and then grab your jacket. I think Takaishi will be here soon." She checked the slim watch that circled her left wrist.
I bit my lip angrily, "Fine." I huffed, pointing the mascara wand at my lashes. God, Keiko. She knew I didn't like Satoshi and why would my opinions change now...I tried relaxing. Doing some yoga breathing.
We usually went to yoga on the weekends. Yukina joined, occasionally. And, tonight, Keiko, Takaishi, and I were meeting Touya, Yukina's boyfriend for like a gazillion years. Yukina told me they've been dating forever and they'll probably get married someday (that's my own thought). Sometimes, it was hard to believe she's my age. (Just 22, almost 23) I mean, I'm nowhere near as serious as she is with someone and neither is Keiko (yet). Her and Takaishi act like those old married couples.
Am I the only one who finds that shit repulsing?
It seems that way, most of the time.
"He's here!" Keiko yelled from the outside. I rushed to shove the mascara wand back in its tube and grab my purse ad jacket before we headed out of the apartment and reached the landing, at the bottom of the steps. For March, it felt pretty warm and almost like a hint that spring was coming soon. That was nice and then Takaishi's car. One of those huge gas-guzzling Escalades sat at the curve i our complex's drive.
"Hey," Keiko said breezily, as she hopped in through the back, passenger door. I followed suit, and Takaishi greeted us both, he was sitting nearby and of course, had a driver up front. I guess that's what money buys you.
Drivers, and huge, black vehicles. We sped around the drive and popped in front of the bar, in a few minutes. It was of the new ones that suddenly burst with electric colored lights and promoted some happy hour at some obscure time when no one would go to a bar.
We all thanked the driver and headed out. March still felt warm as we were outside for only a moment before heading in. This new bar had secluded rooms instead of the usual elongated countertop and a few tables in the bar Keiko and I usually went to. It seemed fancier and that probably explained why it had such a central location. Keiko walked toward the back, leading the way knowingly.
"Takaishi and I come here sometimes," Keiko informed over Takaishi's shoulder.
"Oh," I nodded and then she clicked one of the room doors open.
Yukina was sitting in a cute strapless dress with a guy in blue hair and icy blue eyes, with a pressed shirt. They were sitting at the table, holding teeny cups of sake.
"Hey!" Yukina cried, prancing up and throwing her arms around my neck.
"Oh, hey!" I smiled, hugging her back.
"This is Keiko's boyfriend, Takaishi," I gestured to the guy. Suddenly, I realized everyone was coupled up but me. I bit my lower lip as Yukina introduced herself to Takaishi.
The man, who I assumed was Touya, suddenly appeared behind Yukina and thrust his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Touya," He said.
I smiled. "Hey, I'm Botan," I shook his callus hand.
After further introductions, we all sat down at the table and ordered another round of beer and some sake, not too much even though Takaishi being all rich and stuff offered to pay. Then, we ordered some spring rolls and some other weird appetizer foods that I never heard of. I think one of them had shrimp.
Then somehow, we all landed up in a conversation about work.
Takaishi talked about the company he ran and Keiko told her love story for the umpteenth time because Yukina hadn't heard it.
Touya told us he works in a law firm, doing research and such. He's not a lawyer or anything but he aids and assists them, when needed. Most of the time he did a lot of investigate work if a lawyer needs it. Somehow, that pertains to working in a firm and I don't really understand it much.
Yukina and I talked about work for Minamino Talent. I learned that Yukina became interested because she always love secretarial work, but found Minamino Talent through a friend.
Everyone, minus Takaishi because he's his own boss, hashed out our feelings on the upper crusts of companies we work for. How annoying this person is and how hot that person is, etc. A couple hours, at the bar, had passed and we were well over intoxicated.
I finally felt a little tighter and semi bubbly.
"Well, I have to say, my boss is especially amazing," Keiko mooned over Takaishi, the alcohol clearly affecting her.
I giggled, taking a swig of my second beer, "Suuuuureeee."
"You guys are sooo funny," Yukina giggled too, taking her sake in one fluid shot.
"Well, unlike you...Keiko, you know how I feel about my boss," I frowned and took a piece of funky looking shrimp from a plate on the table. I popped it in my mouth musing about my drunken induced hate for Minamino.
Keiko laughed too, "We know! We know!" She squealed.
"Is he so bad?" Touya wrinkled his brow.
"Ummmhummmmm," I nodded.
"Oh, come on," Touya chided. "He can't be so bad."
"But, he is!" I cajoled.
"I hate him, he's a meanie," I continued, ranting about how he is so evil and gives me so much work. I failed to mention any of our sexual rendezvouses.
"He really isn't," Touya said.
But, I felt like I got slapped.
How would Yukina's Touya know that? Had he met Minamino a couple times, maybe?
"Tell her, Touya-kun," Yukina cooed with her head resting on her boyfriend's shoulder.
"Tell me what?" Suddenly I didn't feel so drunk.
"Shuichi...Minamino is my best friend," Touya tugged on the collar of his shirt.
Shit.
No freaking way. Could my life suck anymore?