Disclaimer: I, Minako Winner, here by swear, that I do not claim to ever
own a tiny bit of the characters, story plot of the shows of both Gundam
Wing and/or Sailor Moon. Do not sue, all I can give you is a is a paper
crown, a pair of sunglasses and a little model of SandRock
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Also, please completely disregard the whole SM storyline, this follows the GW world, a few years after "Endless Waltz"
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Flashing silver, soft wisps of clouds seen through tiny gaps, cheap 80s sounding music echoing her the small space, but ignored. She turned her head a little to the right, her eyes wandering beyond the dark tinted window, following every building as it flashed past, the metallic colors of the windows smearing together as they drove past giant towers. "I'll get out here." Her voice cut through the silence, her eyes descending upon the short Japanese man in the front seat.
"Hai, Miss." The man said, nodding a little, turning the yellow taxi off on a side road and stopping the car, turning back smiling at the thin woman, "That will be 27 SFCs."
She nodded, her pale, well-trimmed hand moving to her sharp, sleek black purse, fishing in it for a moment, she removed the bills and handed them over, not saying another word through the exchange. Her body jerking suddenly, she opened the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder in one movement, her strong hand clasping a black briefcase at her feet.
Her black heel connected with the sidewalk, clicking as she pushed the rest of her body up, straightening her black pinstripe skirt. She slammed the door and in one smooth movement switched hands that held her briefcase as she started walking, her movements strong and purposeful. She walked, not saying a word, turning here and there, as if she was lost, but her expressions and movements spoke differently.
Moving gently on her feet, she turned into a one tall, glassy building, glancing at a few people, one or two who knew her she nodded to, suddenly seeming to blend in with these people, all dressed in grays and blacks only a navy here or there, but the one linking factor, none were smiling.
Stepping up to an elevator she reached into her purse, her hand emerging with a simple key ring, one gold key hanging from it, attracting the light in the room full of silver tones.
Hearing the soft 'bing' she stepped into the almost empty little room, seeing the person inside she scowled, causing the person inside to smirk a little, stepping back towards the wall, as she entered. Sliding her key into a lock, she turned it, the elevator taking that as its command to move. Stepping back she dropped the key into her purse, leaning against the wall across from the other woman.
"So, you got called in." The woman smiled her pearly teeth glinting off the soft light.
"Shut up."
"Someone's testy; you didn't think the boss would leave you alone? Did you?" The woman reached up flicking her dark hair to the side, the waves pinned back professionally and her business suit tight and fitting.
"I'll be testy if I want, 8352218." She hissed, the door sliding open, and she quickly stomped out, her heels slapping against the marble, her body not even reflecting the pain her right foot was in.
"Ah..." She walked into a long office, not bothering to stop at the secretary, "3359826, you made it, good. Sit." The man behind the empty desk stood, smiling coldly, His body tall and thin, well aged.
"Yes," she muttered sitting down on the other side of the desk, setting her briefcase next to her, the black silk shirt she wore laying nicely.
"Oh, yes. You were never one for talk." He shook his head walking to his desk, opening a drawer, his black suit complimenting his face. Removing a tan folder he glanced over the contains, before handing it over to her. Reading it she was silent for a few moments, her fingernails drumming against the back of the folder, her eyes widen and she looked up, "The client wants me to do what?" She closed the folder, dropping it to her lap.
The man nodded, "They want you to become his assistant, work with him for a while, build up trust with him. Then cause him to fall in love with you, and deep love, and them kill him." He leaned back against his desk, his arms crossed, "And, there's a bonus if you get him to the point of wanting to sleep with you, and then of course you may accept or decline, but it would be added sex for you."
Her eyes widen and she stood, waving the folder at him, "I'm not up for some silly romance killing. Yes it may be different, but it would take months, and I just don't-"
"3359826, There is no 'yes' or 'no' in this case. You were asked for personally, by number, by one of our loyal business partners, you have already been marked as on the job." He glared sharply at her, ripping the folder away from her and shoving it back at her, "Take the folder," He paused for a moment, "Number." He said the word as if it lessened who she was, sneering at her.
She glared back, but shifted her arm up, jerking the folder away his hand and pulling it opened, "This says I have an interview in an hour?" She glared at him the name he called her staring almost violently at him.
"Yes at Winner Corporation Headquarters, I suggest you hurry." She nodded moving to her briefcase, picking it up, "Oh and, 3359826, stop limping, I don't give a damn what you did to your right foot, but that limp you've giving yourself is atrocious, I don't want to see it again. And next time." He paused, glancing at her right foot, the bandage not very noticeable because of her shoe, but appearing just slightly at the edge. "Bandage it less obvious."
She nodded, heading for the door, her limp, as slight as it was, was not there now, with just a minor and more painfully adjustment to her stride, "Oh," she turned, "Mr. Rellmen, Why do I not get to choose my name for this one?"
Moving around to his desk, he waved an uncaring hand at her over his shoulder, "I already decided on this one for you. And this name has reasoning behind it, number one, your background is Japanese, number two, the meaning of your chosen name is sappy, Mr. Winner will like that."
She flipped the folder open with one hand, "But a name such as this?" She muttered, glaring at the paper itself.
"I like it, it says." He said, turning and folding his arms, "Is that not right, Aino Minako."
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UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04 Comments, questions, flames or death threat, please review, email or message me.
*
Also, please completely disregard the whole SM storyline, this follows the GW world, a few years after "Endless Waltz"
*
Flashing silver, soft wisps of clouds seen through tiny gaps, cheap 80s sounding music echoing her the small space, but ignored. She turned her head a little to the right, her eyes wandering beyond the dark tinted window, following every building as it flashed past, the metallic colors of the windows smearing together as they drove past giant towers. "I'll get out here." Her voice cut through the silence, her eyes descending upon the short Japanese man in the front seat.
"Hai, Miss." The man said, nodding a little, turning the yellow taxi off on a side road and stopping the car, turning back smiling at the thin woman, "That will be 27 SFCs."
She nodded, her pale, well-trimmed hand moving to her sharp, sleek black purse, fishing in it for a moment, she removed the bills and handed them over, not saying another word through the exchange. Her body jerking suddenly, she opened the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder in one movement, her strong hand clasping a black briefcase at her feet.
Her black heel connected with the sidewalk, clicking as she pushed the rest of her body up, straightening her black pinstripe skirt. She slammed the door and in one smooth movement switched hands that held her briefcase as she started walking, her movements strong and purposeful. She walked, not saying a word, turning here and there, as if she was lost, but her expressions and movements spoke differently.
Moving gently on her feet, she turned into a one tall, glassy building, glancing at a few people, one or two who knew her she nodded to, suddenly seeming to blend in with these people, all dressed in grays and blacks only a navy here or there, but the one linking factor, none were smiling.
Stepping up to an elevator she reached into her purse, her hand emerging with a simple key ring, one gold key hanging from it, attracting the light in the room full of silver tones.
Hearing the soft 'bing' she stepped into the almost empty little room, seeing the person inside she scowled, causing the person inside to smirk a little, stepping back towards the wall, as she entered. Sliding her key into a lock, she turned it, the elevator taking that as its command to move. Stepping back she dropped the key into her purse, leaning against the wall across from the other woman.
"So, you got called in." The woman smiled her pearly teeth glinting off the soft light.
"Shut up."
"Someone's testy; you didn't think the boss would leave you alone? Did you?" The woman reached up flicking her dark hair to the side, the waves pinned back professionally and her business suit tight and fitting.
"I'll be testy if I want, 8352218." She hissed, the door sliding open, and she quickly stomped out, her heels slapping against the marble, her body not even reflecting the pain her right foot was in.
"Ah..." She walked into a long office, not bothering to stop at the secretary, "3359826, you made it, good. Sit." The man behind the empty desk stood, smiling coldly, His body tall and thin, well aged.
"Yes," she muttered sitting down on the other side of the desk, setting her briefcase next to her, the black silk shirt she wore laying nicely.
"Oh, yes. You were never one for talk." He shook his head walking to his desk, opening a drawer, his black suit complimenting his face. Removing a tan folder he glanced over the contains, before handing it over to her. Reading it she was silent for a few moments, her fingernails drumming against the back of the folder, her eyes widen and she looked up, "The client wants me to do what?" She closed the folder, dropping it to her lap.
The man nodded, "They want you to become his assistant, work with him for a while, build up trust with him. Then cause him to fall in love with you, and deep love, and them kill him." He leaned back against his desk, his arms crossed, "And, there's a bonus if you get him to the point of wanting to sleep with you, and then of course you may accept or decline, but it would be added sex for you."
Her eyes widen and she stood, waving the folder at him, "I'm not up for some silly romance killing. Yes it may be different, but it would take months, and I just don't-"
"3359826, There is no 'yes' or 'no' in this case. You were asked for personally, by number, by one of our loyal business partners, you have already been marked as on the job." He glared sharply at her, ripping the folder away from her and shoving it back at her, "Take the folder," He paused for a moment, "Number." He said the word as if it lessened who she was, sneering at her.
She glared back, but shifted her arm up, jerking the folder away his hand and pulling it opened, "This says I have an interview in an hour?" She glared at him the name he called her staring almost violently at him.
"Yes at Winner Corporation Headquarters, I suggest you hurry." She nodded moving to her briefcase, picking it up, "Oh and, 3359826, stop limping, I don't give a damn what you did to your right foot, but that limp you've giving yourself is atrocious, I don't want to see it again. And next time." He paused, glancing at her right foot, the bandage not very noticeable because of her shoe, but appearing just slightly at the edge. "Bandage it less obvious."
She nodded, heading for the door, her limp, as slight as it was, was not there now, with just a minor and more painfully adjustment to her stride, "Oh," she turned, "Mr. Rellmen, Why do I not get to choose my name for this one?"
Moving around to his desk, he waved an uncaring hand at her over his shoulder, "I already decided on this one for you. And this name has reasoning behind it, number one, your background is Japanese, number two, the meaning of your chosen name is sappy, Mr. Winner will like that."
She flipped the folder open with one hand, "But a name such as this?" She muttered, glaring at the paper itself.
"I like it, it says." He said, turning and folding his arms, "Is that not right, Aino Minako."
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UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04 Comments, questions, flames or death threat, please review, email or message me.
