Admiration and Lust
By: Tinkerbell
Disclaimer: I don't own "Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire", 'tay, peoples? Helga and all of that are copyrighted by Disney but Elaine is mine. ^.~ No touchy.
Miscellaneous riffraff: This fanfic includes homosexualism. If you are not open-minded and a homophobic, I suggest you leave immediately. Otherwise, enjoy. ;) Oh yes. Ahem. I love Helga! :) And yes, Elaine is supposed to be moi. Okay. I'll shut up now.
-Chapter One: The First Time-
I sit upon the balcony behind my mother's old-fashioned house, feeling the crisp breezes that ran across my face. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up above. In the clouds, I could see the face of a woman I once knew. She was Helga Sinclair, a lovely German 30-year old woman whom I once worked for. My admiration and love for her still lives on because in my heart, I feel as if she were still alive...just maybe...
Oh, I see I haven't formerly introduced myself. I am Elaine Hoshi--former apprentice to Ms. Helga Sinclair. A lot of people ask me how I ever managed to work for her. Well, it started about 5 years ago, when I was about 22.
I worked at a fancy Japanese restaurant back then. Pay was extremely low, but getting a job was difficult for me and besides, the people who worked there alongside me were such kind people. We were doing quite well until a billionaire who went by the name of Preston B. Whitmore decided to buy the place. Our manager, without hesitation, sold the place. After all, Mr. Whitmore offered a great amount of money. He sent one of his bodyguards to inspect the restaurant-a female. The only female military figure I've ever seen. She stepped in the restaurant in a long elegant black dress with a transparent scarf-like piece that hung around her elbows. Her beautiful hair was tucked into a tight braid, which matched the strict tone in her voice.
At first, I envied her...severely. Such splendor lurking around in my presence and here I was, a pathetic low-like about to be unemployed.
After an inspection, she sat at a table, waiting for someone to take her order. Obligated by the others, I strolled over there equipped with a notepad and pen. "Konnichiwa and good evening. Can I take your order?" I asked awkwardly.
"Yes, I would like a cup of brewed tea and some odangos-and make it quick," she replied.
As I wrote it down on my notepad, she looked up and me, saying, "This is a beautiful restaurant."
My eyes slightly widened at her comment. I couldn't help but to look at her and at that instant, a warm feeling surrounded me. Within her eyes I saw a small trace of compassion and felt that there was much more to this cold-hearted woman. Realizing what I was doing, I blinked and went about my business, only wondering what that feeling I had deep inside of me was...
7:00 pm.
My co-workers had bid each other good luck and farewells. Our last customers left the restaurant. Helga Sinclair, the inspector, was taking a last glance around the area. I had just finished taking down the decorative papyrus scrolls from the walls.
Slowly, Ms. Sinclair began walking out of the restaurant. Angered, I let my frustration out and exclaimed, "How could you?"
She stopped and turned to face me. "Excuse me?"
"How can you and your employer be so careless? My friends are wandering about in depression without jobs and yet you don't even care one bit."
"It's not my problem." She smirked.
"You are just plain selfish."
"Are you that desperate of a job? Because judging from your speech, I assume you are the one wandering about in depression without a job."
Without anything to say to her, I bit my lower lip, trying to restrain myself from breaking the scrolls I held in my fists.
"Do you cook?" she questioned, unexpectedly.
Puzzled, I lifted my view of her floor up to her once again. "...Several Japanese dishes," I replied softly.
"I have a job for you then."
What? Just a moment ago, she and I were having a small argument and now she offers me a job?
Suddenly, I had that bizarre feeling inside me again...
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By: Tinkerbell
Disclaimer: I don't own "Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire", 'tay, peoples? Helga and all of that are copyrighted by Disney but Elaine is mine. ^.~ No touchy.
Miscellaneous riffraff: This fanfic includes homosexualism. If you are not open-minded and a homophobic, I suggest you leave immediately. Otherwise, enjoy. ;) Oh yes. Ahem. I love Helga! :) And yes, Elaine is supposed to be moi. Okay. I'll shut up now.
-Chapter One: The First Time-
I sit upon the balcony behind my mother's old-fashioned house, feeling the crisp breezes that ran across my face. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up above. In the clouds, I could see the face of a woman I once knew. She was Helga Sinclair, a lovely German 30-year old woman whom I once worked for. My admiration and love for her still lives on because in my heart, I feel as if she were still alive...just maybe...
Oh, I see I haven't formerly introduced myself. I am Elaine Hoshi--former apprentice to Ms. Helga Sinclair. A lot of people ask me how I ever managed to work for her. Well, it started about 5 years ago, when I was about 22.
I worked at a fancy Japanese restaurant back then. Pay was extremely low, but getting a job was difficult for me and besides, the people who worked there alongside me were such kind people. We were doing quite well until a billionaire who went by the name of Preston B. Whitmore decided to buy the place. Our manager, without hesitation, sold the place. After all, Mr. Whitmore offered a great amount of money. He sent one of his bodyguards to inspect the restaurant-a female. The only female military figure I've ever seen. She stepped in the restaurant in a long elegant black dress with a transparent scarf-like piece that hung around her elbows. Her beautiful hair was tucked into a tight braid, which matched the strict tone in her voice.
At first, I envied her...severely. Such splendor lurking around in my presence and here I was, a pathetic low-like about to be unemployed.
After an inspection, she sat at a table, waiting for someone to take her order. Obligated by the others, I strolled over there equipped with a notepad and pen. "Konnichiwa and good evening. Can I take your order?" I asked awkwardly.
"Yes, I would like a cup of brewed tea and some odangos-and make it quick," she replied.
As I wrote it down on my notepad, she looked up and me, saying, "This is a beautiful restaurant."
My eyes slightly widened at her comment. I couldn't help but to look at her and at that instant, a warm feeling surrounded me. Within her eyes I saw a small trace of compassion and felt that there was much more to this cold-hearted woman. Realizing what I was doing, I blinked and went about my business, only wondering what that feeling I had deep inside of me was...
7:00 pm.
My co-workers had bid each other good luck and farewells. Our last customers left the restaurant. Helga Sinclair, the inspector, was taking a last glance around the area. I had just finished taking down the decorative papyrus scrolls from the walls.
Slowly, Ms. Sinclair began walking out of the restaurant. Angered, I let my frustration out and exclaimed, "How could you?"
She stopped and turned to face me. "Excuse me?"
"How can you and your employer be so careless? My friends are wandering about in depression without jobs and yet you don't even care one bit."
"It's not my problem." She smirked.
"You are just plain selfish."
"Are you that desperate of a job? Because judging from your speech, I assume you are the one wandering about in depression without a job."
Without anything to say to her, I bit my lower lip, trying to restrain myself from breaking the scrolls I held in my fists.
"Do you cook?" she questioned, unexpectedly.
Puzzled, I lifted my view of her floor up to her once again. "...Several Japanese dishes," I replied softly.
"I have a job for you then."
What? Just a moment ago, she and I were having a small argument and now she offers me a job?
Suddenly, I had that bizarre feeling inside me again...
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