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chapter 9
Opening the large, clear glass windows of Black Rising Inc., Ren sighed and rubbed her temples in frustration, why did her life have to be so complicated? Chuckling slightly, she raised her head and began to walk towards her jeep, which was parked a fairly long walking distance away. "Cuz you like it that way, Ren baby!"
As she blasted her radio, hollering along at the top of her lungs, she threw on some sunglasses and took off down the street. The tension in her body began to melt away for the first time in days.
Ren had been working for BR Inc. for the past...hhmmm...two and a half...three weeks? Anyway, since then, she couldn't get Largo and his cheesy lines, but damn good looks off her back. Not that he really held a candle to some of her past flings, and from what she had seen from Mr. Mysterious, he was pretty fuckin' fine!
She coughed and brought her attention back to the present when she almost took off an old lady's head. But the majority of her problems didn't come from the chauvanistic bastard, they originated from Prima Corp.
Ren had been enjoying a bit of late night TV (mostly wrestling....but hot guys fighting eachother in itty bitty speedos couldn't be a bad thing, right?), when "Marjie baby" called her. Lets just say that the call wasn't one of pleasure. She blabbed for forty minutes. Ren could have died and went to hell by that time!
Make sure you get the disk, blah blah, don't get caught, blah blah, hurry up, blah blah. Nothing that Ren didn't already know, but in her mind, the plan of holding the disk a bit longer than necissary sounded good. They would pay her double to get it. Maybe even more with the copies that Ren was gunna make.
They wouldn't leave her alone. They brutally attacked her cell and pager day AND night. One more call and Ren was seriously gunna kick some desk jockey ASS!!
As if just to spite her, the little machine to her left began to ring...well.it began to play "I like big butts"...imagine her embarassment when she got a call during a meeting. Thankfully, she'd been able to make it sound like it came from the sweet old lady sitting next to her which had fallen asleep at some point during the presentation.
Her little remenicing moment was quite rudely inturrupted by ..."SO UHH DOUBLE UP UHH UHHH!!!" Picking up the pocket sized machine, she glared at it, willing it to burst into flames and be engulfed by the tortures of hell, "What do you want?"
"Why 'Sagi baby, what's got your panties in a bunch? mmmmm...panties..." Dennis coughed, obviously embarrassed at being caught on a mental panty raid. Awhile back, he'd picked up Naga's incredibly stupid nick-name for her alter-ego, saying it was "cute" and "suited her". What a sleaze ball. No wonder he had to buy his women from Teej.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Largo, I was just.."Ren scrambled for an excuse, passing by the theatre, "..practicing for a play! Yeah, that's it!" her voice hopped into perky-mode automatically.
"It's quite alright, dear, " Ren could picture him smoothing back his hair and absently wondered how many bottles of cheap gell he used in a day.....and did he ever get those really annoying white crispy things that-, "-so obviously you must attend, of course.....'Sagi?"
"Huh?" Ren popped back into reality, "Sorry, sir, you were saying?" she added a little sqeak to the end of her sentence.
"I was just inviting you to a..party the business is holding next week, " she could picture the grin on his face, "and how many times must i tell you that there is no need for formalities between...friends?"
Ren rolled her eyes, "Sorry si-Dennis...." she giggled, swerving on the road.
"No problem...oh, and I would ask you to come for dinner with me tonight, so we could discuss your raise." Oh god, he was trying to play her!
Ren had been searching madly for Keito these past few weeks, which was very hard considering she had the whole male population of BR following her and wagging their tails....but if she could get Largo drunk enough to spill the beans..."Of course, sir! But, are you sure that I deserve a raise...you already pay me too much...." even though she wanted to grab the money and dance in circles.
"Don't fool yourself, BR would fall apart if it weren't for you!" how she prevented devistation by filing and taking notes was beyond her, but she wasn't going to shoot down a compliment that pumped her ego....even just a little.
"Alright, sir....here would you like me to meet you?" She couldn't let him know where she lived, it was way too risky!
"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to pick you up?" Ren could detect slight disappointment in his tone, "But I suppose if you would rather it...meet me at Cherry's at eight sharp." She could tell he was slightly miffed....well fuck him.
"Alright, sir! I have to go now so that I can pick out what to where!" she giggled and sounded excited....Cherry's! The most fancy pancy hankin' spankin' resterant in the whole city! She said her goodbye's and threw the phone in the back of her seat.
It would prove an interesting night.
If she only knew
* * *
Ren parked her jeep at Cherry's at 7:55 that evening, looking around for any evidence of Largo's stretch limo....only to find that the parking lot was littered with them. Her jeep must have been the only normal car in the joint.
'At least I know it won't be stolen....' she grinned at the thought, took a deep breath and kicked open her door (it had a habit of sticking....she should have fixed that while ago...maybe if..). Shaking her head and preveneting herself from spacing, she locked her doors, then unlocked them to get her purse.
'Why do I have the jitters? its not like I'm going to war or anything...' she tried to reason herself out of it, then just gave up and let her mind go blank.
Stepping up to the door, she reached out to the handle, when it magically opened. 'Well...maybe not "magically"..." she sweatdropped when she saw the midget-like metre-dee standing behind the door..'man...and I thought my job was bad....'
"Ren Winters, I presume?" she was strartled out of her midget-based ponderings by a snobbish looking waiter..person. His thin-but-perfectly-greased mustache seemed to twitch as she stared at him, her mouth hanging open. 'Woa...its like the reincarnation of Captain Hook!'
"Hey....by any chance can you "Arrrgg" good?"
***
"I'm really glad you decided to show up, son."
Trowa just rolled his eyes and sat down across from his step-father, "I made it, didn't I?" he crossed his arms, "That should be good enough." 'Oh wait, nothing is ever good enough for Mr. High and Mighty Head of FBI*' he added mentally.
Sherman frowned, his short white hair combed to perfection and his clean shaven face displaying the lines that almost tell a story of their own. This man didn't have a lot to smile about.
"No time for useless bickering, son. Look behind you to your left." As Trowa turned in his booth, Sherman grabbed his shoulder and swung him back around, "Are you stupid, boy? What happened to all those years of training I paid for?" he seemed to attempt to calm down, "discreetley, boy. Don't let him see you."
Trowa glared, then going to grab his glass of water, dropped his fork on the ground. Bending over to look for it, he peered closely at Largo beneath the table. Sitting back up and wiping it off on his napkin, he looked to Sherman, "What is he doing here alone?"
His nose buried in his menu, Sherman muttered, "He's obviously waiting for someone...but for who? We already have a copy of his agenda," he nodded to Trowa for obtaining it, "but this wasn't on it...good thing Charlie was taking the wife out for a fancy dinner or else we would've missed this..oppourtunity."
Trowa nodded, also skimming through the menu...hhmmm...pasta sounded good...."Son. Look." his thoughts on food were interrupted by Sherman's quiet statement. Turning to brush off a peice of imaginary lint off of his shoulder, he nerly fell over in shock. It was hot dog girl!
***
"You look magnificent, 'Sagi baby." Dennis stood up and pushed out her chair for her. Smiling cutely in thanks, she blushed pink and fluttered her eye lashes. Grinning, Dennis sat down on the opposite side of Ren.
"You look handsome yourself...Dennis." Ren nearly choked out the last few words, making them sound husky. 'I feel so diiirrrttyyyy...' Ren mentally cried.
"Why thank you, toots." Dennis winked at her and she felt like she was going to be sick. To hide her green palor, she grabbed her menu and shoved her face into it. 'Don'tkilldon'tkilldon'tkilldon'tkill....' she started a mantra. As someone touched her hand, she just about shot through the roof.
"As I was saying, 'Sagi, " Dennis continued on as if he didn't scare the shit out of her, "I got you a little something to wear to the..business party next week."
Ren grinned broadly...she loved getting presents, even if they were from a chauvenist bastard. Just as he put it down on the table, she grabbed it from his hands forcefully, leaving him speechless. 'Hmmm...just like a child at Christmas....' The mental image of Usagi in a slutty Mrs. Clause outfit popped into hs head as he started to drool....
Meanwhile, as Largo was spacing into perve-heaven, Ren was busy with her present. Ripping the paper to shreds, she got to a thin carboard box, like the ones you get from clothing stores, 'a cool new shirt, maybe...or a kick-ass sweater..' As she lifted the lid and ruffled through the tissue paper, she felt like she was going to be sick.
An itsy-bitsy-teenie-weenie pink bikini rested inside. Her stomach lurched....she hated bikini's!! You could never DO anything in them without one of the peices falling off! She could feel tears well in her eyes....'I WANTED A SWEATERRR!!!!!!'....she mentally screamed and beat Largo to death....
Dennis watched as Usagi examined her gift. "I saw it in the store, and I immediately thought of you, baby..." 'and of you in it....' he mentally added. "Do you like it?" he leaned onto the table to get closer to her."Hmmmmm?"
Ren snapped out of her mental killing spree, "Ummm..oh..yeah..it's...umm..uuhh.welll....great!" 'Almost lost it there, Ren...' "Gee, thanks, Sir..I mean Dennis." she giggled.
Dennis smiled broadly, "I'm glad you like it." Ren realized something, "Umm..one thing though, sir...if it's a business party....why did you get me a bikini?" Largo grinned, "It's a surprise, 'Sagi."
"Um..would you excuse me for a second....I have to go to the little ladies room..." she jumped up and ran off towards the bathroom to be sick.
***
Trowa watched her practically run past him, then got up to follow her. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, son?" Sherman sat watching him. "Yeah, I'll be right back."
Walking towards the washrooms, he looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing that he was clear, he calmly walked into the ladies washroom.
Trowa grimaced as he heard the sound of someone retching in one of the stall. Strolling over, he leaned against the frame and waited for hot-dog girl to emerge.
***
"Stupid, stupid, stupid stupid!" she grumbled as she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilette, "that stupid idiot is gunna get it in the back someday, "she opened the stall, "I just hope it's by me." Ren stepped out of her stall and was thrown up against the wall beside her, "What the fuck?!"
She looked down to see that it was Mystery-man that was holding her up by her dress..."Ah crap...uuhh can you put me down, cuz if you don't I'm gunna end up flashing the whole bathroom."
Trowa looked down and flushed bright red...Ren's already short skirt was slowly going higher, and higher, and higher....."Ok, shows over, dude. Let. Me. DOWN!!" she whipped out her leg and nailed him right in the "sweets".
Trowa yelped and fall to the ground in fetal position, "uuunnggghhh....." "Oops..."Ren mumbled as she kneeled next to him to help him up, "sorry bout that, I meant to hit you in the leg...." she sweatdropped and helped him to stand, when something fell out of his pocket.
Picking it up, her curiosity got the better of her, maybe she could find out something about this bishi...."Oh my god...." Ren looked down at the FBI badge that lay in her left hand, then looked to Trowa who was watching her calmly.
At that moment, Trowa was anything but calm , 'SHIT! aww fucker, she's gunna blow my cover, and then there goes my job, my future, my respect...'
"Hey cool, you're with FBI?" Ren handed it back to him. "AHA! I see it now, everything makes perfect sense!" She started to pace around him, her index finger placed on her chin, "How you're in all of Dennis's pictures, how I've been seeing you around all the time, why you're here..." she stuck a pose, "You're a car salesman!!"
Trowa sweatdropped and fell back onto the floor.
********
Rin-Koi: *dances around with glee*, "I did it i did it...i wrote another chaaapter!!
Naga: *rubs her temples* you embarass me.
Rin-Koi: *blows Naga a raspberry* yeah well I dont' see YOU doign any work around here :p
Naga: *filing her nails* I'm too beautifull to to menial tasks such as, what did you call it, "work"
Rin-Koi: ::sweatdrops::
chapter 9
Opening the large, clear glass windows of Black Rising Inc., Ren sighed and rubbed her temples in frustration, why did her life have to be so complicated? Chuckling slightly, she raised her head and began to walk towards her jeep, which was parked a fairly long walking distance away. "Cuz you like it that way, Ren baby!"
As she blasted her radio, hollering along at the top of her lungs, she threw on some sunglasses and took off down the street. The tension in her body began to melt away for the first time in days.
Ren had been working for BR Inc. for the past...hhmmm...two and a half...three weeks? Anyway, since then, she couldn't get Largo and his cheesy lines, but damn good looks off her back. Not that he really held a candle to some of her past flings, and from what she had seen from Mr. Mysterious, he was pretty fuckin' fine!
She coughed and brought her attention back to the present when she almost took off an old lady's head. But the majority of her problems didn't come from the chauvanistic bastard, they originated from Prima Corp.
Ren had been enjoying a bit of late night TV (mostly wrestling....but hot guys fighting eachother in itty bitty speedos couldn't be a bad thing, right?), when "Marjie baby" called her. Lets just say that the call wasn't one of pleasure. She blabbed for forty minutes. Ren could have died and went to hell by that time!
Make sure you get the disk, blah blah, don't get caught, blah blah, hurry up, blah blah. Nothing that Ren didn't already know, but in her mind, the plan of holding the disk a bit longer than necissary sounded good. They would pay her double to get it. Maybe even more with the copies that Ren was gunna make.
They wouldn't leave her alone. They brutally attacked her cell and pager day AND night. One more call and Ren was seriously gunna kick some desk jockey ASS!!
As if just to spite her, the little machine to her left began to ring...well.it began to play "I like big butts"...imagine her embarassment when she got a call during a meeting. Thankfully, she'd been able to make it sound like it came from the sweet old lady sitting next to her which had fallen asleep at some point during the presentation.
Her little remenicing moment was quite rudely inturrupted by ..."SO UHH DOUBLE UP UHH UHHH!!!" Picking up the pocket sized machine, she glared at it, willing it to burst into flames and be engulfed by the tortures of hell, "What do you want?"
"Why 'Sagi baby, what's got your panties in a bunch? mmmmm...panties..." Dennis coughed, obviously embarrassed at being caught on a mental panty raid. Awhile back, he'd picked up Naga's incredibly stupid nick-name for her alter-ego, saying it was "cute" and "suited her". What a sleaze ball. No wonder he had to buy his women from Teej.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Largo, I was just.."Ren scrambled for an excuse, passing by the theatre, "..practicing for a play! Yeah, that's it!" her voice hopped into perky-mode automatically.
"It's quite alright, dear, " Ren could picture him smoothing back his hair and absently wondered how many bottles of cheap gell he used in a day.....and did he ever get those really annoying white crispy things that-, "-so obviously you must attend, of course.....'Sagi?"
"Huh?" Ren popped back into reality, "Sorry, sir, you were saying?" she added a little sqeak to the end of her sentence.
"I was just inviting you to a..party the business is holding next week, " she could picture the grin on his face, "and how many times must i tell you that there is no need for formalities between...friends?"
Ren rolled her eyes, "Sorry si-Dennis...." she giggled, swerving on the road.
"No problem...oh, and I would ask you to come for dinner with me tonight, so we could discuss your raise." Oh god, he was trying to play her!
Ren had been searching madly for Keito these past few weeks, which was very hard considering she had the whole male population of BR following her and wagging their tails....but if she could get Largo drunk enough to spill the beans..."Of course, sir! But, are you sure that I deserve a raise...you already pay me too much...." even though she wanted to grab the money and dance in circles.
"Don't fool yourself, BR would fall apart if it weren't for you!" how she prevented devistation by filing and taking notes was beyond her, but she wasn't going to shoot down a compliment that pumped her ego....even just a little.
"Alright, sir....here would you like me to meet you?" She couldn't let him know where she lived, it was way too risky!
"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to pick you up?" Ren could detect slight disappointment in his tone, "But I suppose if you would rather it...meet me at Cherry's at eight sharp." She could tell he was slightly miffed....well fuck him.
"Alright, sir! I have to go now so that I can pick out what to where!" she giggled and sounded excited....Cherry's! The most fancy pancy hankin' spankin' resterant in the whole city! She said her goodbye's and threw the phone in the back of her seat.
It would prove an interesting night.
If she only knew
* * *
Ren parked her jeep at Cherry's at 7:55 that evening, looking around for any evidence of Largo's stretch limo....only to find that the parking lot was littered with them. Her jeep must have been the only normal car in the joint.
'At least I know it won't be stolen....' she grinned at the thought, took a deep breath and kicked open her door (it had a habit of sticking....she should have fixed that while ago...maybe if..). Shaking her head and preveneting herself from spacing, she locked her doors, then unlocked them to get her purse.
'Why do I have the jitters? its not like I'm going to war or anything...' she tried to reason herself out of it, then just gave up and let her mind go blank.
Stepping up to the door, she reached out to the handle, when it magically opened. 'Well...maybe not "magically"..." she sweatdropped when she saw the midget-like metre-dee standing behind the door..'man...and I thought my job was bad....'
"Ren Winters, I presume?" she was strartled out of her midget-based ponderings by a snobbish looking waiter..person. His thin-but-perfectly-greased mustache seemed to twitch as she stared at him, her mouth hanging open. 'Woa...its like the reincarnation of Captain Hook!'
"Hey....by any chance can you "Arrrgg" good?"
***
"I'm really glad you decided to show up, son."
Trowa just rolled his eyes and sat down across from his step-father, "I made it, didn't I?" he crossed his arms, "That should be good enough." 'Oh wait, nothing is ever good enough for Mr. High and Mighty Head of FBI*' he added mentally.
Sherman frowned, his short white hair combed to perfection and his clean shaven face displaying the lines that almost tell a story of their own. This man didn't have a lot to smile about.
"No time for useless bickering, son. Look behind you to your left." As Trowa turned in his booth, Sherman grabbed his shoulder and swung him back around, "Are you stupid, boy? What happened to all those years of training I paid for?" he seemed to attempt to calm down, "discreetley, boy. Don't let him see you."
Trowa glared, then going to grab his glass of water, dropped his fork on the ground. Bending over to look for it, he peered closely at Largo beneath the table. Sitting back up and wiping it off on his napkin, he looked to Sherman, "What is he doing here alone?"
His nose buried in his menu, Sherman muttered, "He's obviously waiting for someone...but for who? We already have a copy of his agenda," he nodded to Trowa for obtaining it, "but this wasn't on it...good thing Charlie was taking the wife out for a fancy dinner or else we would've missed this..oppourtunity."
Trowa nodded, also skimming through the menu...hhmmm...pasta sounded good...."Son. Look." his thoughts on food were interrupted by Sherman's quiet statement. Turning to brush off a peice of imaginary lint off of his shoulder, he nerly fell over in shock. It was hot dog girl!
***
"You look magnificent, 'Sagi baby." Dennis stood up and pushed out her chair for her. Smiling cutely in thanks, she blushed pink and fluttered her eye lashes. Grinning, Dennis sat down on the opposite side of Ren.
"You look handsome yourself...Dennis." Ren nearly choked out the last few words, making them sound husky. 'I feel so diiirrrttyyyy...' Ren mentally cried.
"Why thank you, toots." Dennis winked at her and she felt like she was going to be sick. To hide her green palor, she grabbed her menu and shoved her face into it. 'Don'tkilldon'tkilldon'tkilldon'tkill....' she started a mantra. As someone touched her hand, she just about shot through the roof.
"As I was saying, 'Sagi, " Dennis continued on as if he didn't scare the shit out of her, "I got you a little something to wear to the..business party next week."
Ren grinned broadly...she loved getting presents, even if they were from a chauvenist bastard. Just as he put it down on the table, she grabbed it from his hands forcefully, leaving him speechless. 'Hmmm...just like a child at Christmas....' The mental image of Usagi in a slutty Mrs. Clause outfit popped into hs head as he started to drool....
Meanwhile, as Largo was spacing into perve-heaven, Ren was busy with her present. Ripping the paper to shreds, she got to a thin carboard box, like the ones you get from clothing stores, 'a cool new shirt, maybe...or a kick-ass sweater..' As she lifted the lid and ruffled through the tissue paper, she felt like she was going to be sick.
An itsy-bitsy-teenie-weenie pink bikini rested inside. Her stomach lurched....she hated bikini's!! You could never DO anything in them without one of the peices falling off! She could feel tears well in her eyes....'I WANTED A SWEATERRR!!!!!!'....she mentally screamed and beat Largo to death....
Dennis watched as Usagi examined her gift. "I saw it in the store, and I immediately thought of you, baby..." 'and of you in it....' he mentally added. "Do you like it?" he leaned onto the table to get closer to her."Hmmmmm?"
Ren snapped out of her mental killing spree, "Ummm..oh..yeah..it's...umm..uuhh.welll....great!" 'Almost lost it there, Ren...' "Gee, thanks, Sir..I mean Dennis." she giggled.
Dennis smiled broadly, "I'm glad you like it." Ren realized something, "Umm..one thing though, sir...if it's a business party....why did you get me a bikini?" Largo grinned, "It's a surprise, 'Sagi."
"Um..would you excuse me for a second....I have to go to the little ladies room..." she jumped up and ran off towards the bathroom to be sick.
***
Trowa watched her practically run past him, then got up to follow her. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, son?" Sherman sat watching him. "Yeah, I'll be right back."
Walking towards the washrooms, he looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing that he was clear, he calmly walked into the ladies washroom.
Trowa grimaced as he heard the sound of someone retching in one of the stall. Strolling over, he leaned against the frame and waited for hot-dog girl to emerge.
***
"Stupid, stupid, stupid stupid!" she grumbled as she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilette, "that stupid idiot is gunna get it in the back someday, "she opened the stall, "I just hope it's by me." Ren stepped out of her stall and was thrown up against the wall beside her, "What the fuck?!"
She looked down to see that it was Mystery-man that was holding her up by her dress..."Ah crap...uuhh can you put me down, cuz if you don't I'm gunna end up flashing the whole bathroom."
Trowa looked down and flushed bright red...Ren's already short skirt was slowly going higher, and higher, and higher....."Ok, shows over, dude. Let. Me. DOWN!!" she whipped out her leg and nailed him right in the "sweets".
Trowa yelped and fall to the ground in fetal position, "uuunnggghhh....." "Oops..."Ren mumbled as she kneeled next to him to help him up, "sorry bout that, I meant to hit you in the leg...." she sweatdropped and helped him to stand, when something fell out of his pocket.
Picking it up, her curiosity got the better of her, maybe she could find out something about this bishi...."Oh my god...." Ren looked down at the FBI badge that lay in her left hand, then looked to Trowa who was watching her calmly.
At that moment, Trowa was anything but calm , 'SHIT! aww fucker, she's gunna blow my cover, and then there goes my job, my future, my respect...'
"Hey cool, you're with FBI?" Ren handed it back to him. "AHA! I see it now, everything makes perfect sense!" She started to pace around him, her index finger placed on her chin, "How you're in all of Dennis's pictures, how I've been seeing you around all the time, why you're here..." she stuck a pose, "You're a car salesman!!"
Trowa sweatdropped and fell back onto the floor.
********
Rin-Koi: *dances around with glee*, "I did it i did it...i wrote another chaaapter!!
Naga: *rubs her temples* you embarass me.
Rin-Koi: *blows Naga a raspberry* yeah well I dont' see YOU doign any work around here :p
Naga: *filing her nails* I'm too beautifull to to menial tasks such as, what did you call it, "work"
Rin-Koi: ::sweatdrops::