What? So maybe I happen to be a little slow on the whole update thing, but at least it's getting done…sort of. Well, expect to be confused. This is purely plot, and a lot of things will make no sense for the next couple chapters, so just read, and keep things in mind, don't panic!! ^^;; Yeah…um…anything else? Oh yeah!! Thank you all, for reviewing, I most certainly do appreciate your feedback, negative, positive, or just weird.
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"How could you say that to you're boss?!" Minako cried out incredulously.
Usagi shrunk back, her cheeks burning red. "Well what was I supposed to do?" she said defensively.
"Go on a date with him!" Minako half-yelled, upsetting the bowl of popcorn that sat in her lap. "I mean he wasn't ugly, was he?"
"No! Kami-sama no!" Usagi replied, ducking the shower of kernels that flew at her from her position on the floor. "But what if I did something really stupid on the date? What if he hated me and I lost my job?"
"Well considering your last dating excursion, I'd say the chances of that are pretty good…" Minako said thoughtfully.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Usagi grumbled. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do…man, this job must be jinxed or something, all that seems to happen is bad things when I work,"
"I think you should date him, he sounds cute," Minako said, readjusting her seat on the couch.
"Then you go out with him," Usagi said. "I don't want to get involved with any more guys,"
"Oh just 'cause you got a little drunk and went a little crazy on your last date is no reason to quit dating all together!" Minako said. "…wait, you don't want to get involved with guys…that doesn't mean-"
"NO!!" Usagi exploded. "Damn it, what is it with you people?! I'm going to have to go out with Trunks-san just to prove I'm not a lesbian!"
The popcorn bowl landed on Usagi's head as Minako collapsed on the floor next to her, laughing her head off.
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The office was dark, lit up only by a single computer monitor that was still on. A figure darted around near it, and the scrapes and shuffling sounds that were being made suggested that it was hurriedly packing. A briefcase lay open on the desk, next to the computer. Papers were stacked hastily in it, along with several disks, and a few strange devices. Next to it sat several boxes that were filled with similar items. The figure continued it's haphazard actions until the entire desk and the file cabinets that sat next to it were empty. He then gathered up his boxes and briefcase, and carried them to the elevator, down several stories, out to a parking garage and out them into the trunk of his car.
He returned to the office however, and walked towards the computer, which was still on. There was the clicking noise of rapid typing as the machine searched through its database and picked out the requested files. They flashed onto the screen, along with a box asking whether or not to delete the requested files. He brought his finger down on the mouse, selecting "yes".
The man exhaled the air that he had been holding in himself for what seemed ages, and wiped the sweat from his brow. He felt a tension that had settled on his shoulders so long ago lift from him. He was finally free to live the life that he had always wanted to. There was no way that they could catch him now.
He switched off the computer and turned, happily walking out of the room. He locked the door to the office behind him, and whistled lightly under his breath as he returned to the elevator. He pressed the down button with relish, and waited patiently for it to come.
There was the polite ding, and the shiny metal doors slid silently open.
The man did not put a foot forward to step into the small-enclosed room. A bullet whizzed almost soundlessly through the air and pierced through the layer of skin on his forehead, the layer of muscle, through the thick wall of bone, and into the soft tissue of his brain, where it halted, suspended in the warm fluid, like a baby in the womb.
A dull thud as his body crumpled to the ground. Blood seeped through the perfect circle in his forehead, staining the tile floor. His glasses slid from his face and landed on the floor with a soft clinking sound.
Souichi Tomoe was dead.
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"Usagi-chan, could you make sure to turn out the lights when you're done?" Bulma asked as she put on her coat.
"Yep," Usagi replied, not taking her eyes off of the computer screen as she typed away. It was almost six and she was on overdrive. Bulma had dumped a huge report to type up in her lap, and at the rate she was going, she was just barely going to be able to make it to the bus station.
Bulma left, and Usagi's fingers fairly flew across the keyboard. She hurriedly printed it out, placed it on Bulma's desk, and grabbed her coat. As she did so, she fumbled around, trying to turn off the computer while only half paying attention.
It wasn't until the computer made a rude beep that wasn't the sound it made when it shut down, that Usagi glanced at the screen. She had accidentally pulled up a group of files that she had never seen before. They were marked in red, indicating they couldn't be opened without a password. 'These look classified...' One document in particular caught her eye. The name Tomoe jumped off of the screen at her. For a moment she forgot about what a hurry she was in, and stared curiously at it, fighting the urge to try to open it. 'Why would Bulma-san have files on Doctor Tomoe?'
She pondered the thought for a moment longer before she noticed the tiny clock in the corner of the screen reading 5:53.
"Oh shit! I'm going to miss the bus!"
She forgot about the files. Moving faster than what seemed possible for a girl of her age and strength, she closed the office up, pulled on her jacket and gathered up the papers she had promised she would look over for Bulma that night.
"Please let me make it, please let me make it, please let me make it," She chanted under her breath as she charged down the halls of Capsule Corp. desperately trying to make up for her lost time.
In true Usagi form, she flew around a corner with barely a glance in the direction she was going, and as could be predicted, collided with something. Her papers she had been clutching flew in a graceful arc through the air, before floating to the ground in a scattered pile. Usagi followed a similar path, though her landing was in no way as gentle as her rear hit the ground, and her head soon after.
"Ow…" She mumbled, blinking away the purple stars that filled her vision. She sat up and rubbed the back of her head while glancing around for what had blocked her path. She looked up, and felt the familiar sensation of the blood rushing to her cheeks as she recognized the person she had run into. She was back on her feet in a flash. "I'm so sorry! I should have been looking where I was going!"
"It's okay," Trunks said, looking slightly bewildered at Usagi's outburst, and rapid speech. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! Oh crap! No I'm not, I'm late!" she cried out as she looked at her watch. She scrambled around to pick up the spilled papers.
"Here, let me help you," he said, bending down and picking a few up.
"Thanks," she said. Moments later, they had retrieved all of the papers. She straightened, and smiled gratefully. "Sorry again, I used to run into people all the time, it's a habit I guess,"
"Don't worry about it," he replied, handing her the papers.
'Why is he blushing? He's not the one who's a clumsy idiot…' She sighed, glancing at her watch again. There was no hope for her catching the bus. "Guess I'll have to walk home," she said, dismayed. "Another vice I haven't shaken quite yet,"
"I-I could give you a ride home, if you'd like," he said it almost awkwardly, as though he were unsure of the offer.
Her reaction was one of surprise, and not suspicion. Her mouth opened slightly. She closed it though, and felt her blush return again. "You don't have to do that," she said. "I can walk, it's not that far,"
"I wouldn't mind," he persisted, she still sensed the uncertainty in his expression and tone.
She felt a small smile tug at her lips. "I think I would like that," she said genuinely.
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Awww…how cute, I ended it with something sweet and sappy like that…let's all go to bed with happy thoughts now ^^. Yeah, as I said before, it's okay to be confused, it just may make sense eventually. And um…do that thing where you click on the little blue button at the bottom and type a bunch of words in regards to the feelings my story made you felt, click another blue button, and be happy…or don't, should you not be so moved.