Disclaimer: Minako-baka here owns nothing, not Sailor Moon, not Gundam
Wing, no anime what so ever, see, if she did, would she write fan fiction?
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Dull blue, once bright eyes zoned in on the sharp silver as she watched the knife slide around the green apple, leaving just the cream colored fruit as the skin fell away. Absentmindedly she glanced at her Vid-plane that sat next to her. Her eyes focus changing sharply as Quatre Winner suddenly flicked on screen.
"Volume up." She commanded, stopping her knife, the point of the blade resting against her thumb as she paused, not wanting to miss any information on her job.
"And in other business news, the young Winner heir, Quatre Winner, has chosen an assistant. It's rumored his sisters requested he do this. Mr. Winner is known to have been mentally unstable at one time in his younger years, and so some of his closer sisters suggested he hire a personal assistant to help hold the stress of his job that he refuses to give up.
"In the middle of this all is the girl chosen to be his assistant-"
Her eyes widened as a clip of herself shaking hands with Quatre appeared on the smooth surface of the Vid-pane. "Aino Minako, Japanese in background takes on the extreme task of being Mr. Winner's personal assistant, supposedly to start on Monday. Also men, she's quite a looker, and has no sign of a partner." The male reporter smirked as the clip froze on a close- up of her, the smile on her face fake to her eyes. Shuffling papers he moved on talking about the World and Space Stock Exchange.
"Off." She said in a low voice turning back to her apple a drop of red falling from her thumb as the knife shuddered in her hand. And with a flicker, the Vid-pane was just a clear sheet of glass.
*
"Good Morning Mr. Winner." She gave a half smile as her employer stepped into the lobby of his office a few minutes after 8 am.
"Aino-san, I didn't think you would be here before me." Quatre paused slightly, before walking towards her again. Shrugging lightly he smiled and pointed to a set of beautifully craved cherry doors to the right of the secretary's desk, "This will be your personal office."
He walked towards the doors, pulling them open revealing a cream colored, small but sizable, office adorned with cherry wood. Stepping in herself she glanced around, mainly noticing the little details, the computer, the phone, one piece of artwork on the Eastern wall that was of an odd winged creature.
"And this-" She looked back to him, stopping her thoughts from drifting any more, but that painting puzzled her. "This Door connects our offices." She looked over to the Northern wall, different, completely made of glass, including the door, but the whole sheet of crystal was covered gracefully in Roman shades and soft silk curtains to match each office, "You can choose if you would like the blinds up or down, doesn't bother me either way."
He stopped for a moment sliding his black suit coat off, rolling the sleeves of the sharp black dress shirt up, his tie barely noticeable, as it was also black. "Your computer," He pointed moving to lean over the beautiful desk of cherry, "your username is just Aino, you may change it as long as you inform me, and it's logged in and ready for you to change the password at your will," He looked at her, clear blue orbs smiling away as if they were a child's eyes, "I assume you know how to do that as you said you've worked with this system before. Anyways, as you are my personal assistant, our computers linked as are the calendars, there will be some days, like meetings for example, that you'll need to be free for to join me."
"Mr. Winner?" The quiet secretary's voice echoed from the desk's intercom, "Mr. Winner, Mr. Maxwell is on line one."
He nodded and hit a button the intercom; "I'll get that in a moment." Glancing back at Minako, he smiled again, "Make yourself comfortable, if you have any questions ask Lyn in front, the schedule for today is also on your desk, I'll be in my office if you need me."
He walked towards the shared door and gave an almost melting smile, Minako shivered slightly, brushing it aside and nodding, "Of Course Mr. Winner."
"Please, Call me Quatre, that is if you don't mind me calling you Minako?" He looked at her, clear, blue eyes happy and light, as if not stressed at all, waiting for an answer.
"If you're comfortable with that, Quatre."
He nodded, flashing a smile at her upon exiting, and closing the door behind him with a soft, glassy 'thuck'.
*
She stared down at her food, her chopsticks pushing the rice around slowly. The small café on the ground floor was empty at this time of day; she had taken lunch late after all.
Tapping her chopsticks on the side of her bowl she looked up as she heard a male laughing loudly as he entered. Sighing she brushed off the rudeness of the man for interrupting the quiet Chinese café.
"Whoa." The tall man locked eyes with her, shadowed cobalt blue stared back at her, "Quatre.isn't that your new assistant?" It was the man from the day of her interview, the one who lit her cigarette.
Quatre looked away, following the other man's glaze, his eyes widening as if surprised to see her, "Yes.that's Minako."
Her own view turned, locking eyes with Quatre, and smiling perfectly. "Konnichi wa Quatre-san." Tilting her head to the side, a golden lock slipping free from the elegant style her hair was pulled up into.
Quatre paused, about to speak, mouth slightly hanging open, but nothing coming out until the man shoved an elbow not so gently into his rib cage, bringing him back to life.
"This is my friend, and a business partner, Duo Maxwell." Quatre said quickly a slight red tint rising in his face for his slip up.
Duo smirked, a sickening, horrible, flirting one, as he moved quickly to Minako's side, scooping up her hand, ignoring the chopsticks clamped between her thumb and forefinger. "A pleasure. Please feel free to call me Duo, I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other."
Forcing herself to blush she started to raise, her black shirt straightening as she did, "I would hope so, Mr. Maxwell, but for now, I really must be getting back to work.I have to go pick up my ID badge." She smiled again, her other hand scooping up her black suit coat, tugging her right one away from Duo and dropping her chopsticks, the wooden utensils ringing against the bowl as she squeezed past Duo and in an instant she was gone.
*
"Whoa."
Quatre glanced quickly at Duo who still had not moved his hand from where he held Minako's just a moment ago. "What Duo?"
"You are so lucky Quatre!" Duo suddenly whined, grinning though.
"What do you mean?" Quatre replied, not following.
Duo chuckled, and winkled, "Her hands. She had on red nail polish. Only bad girls wear red nail polish."
*
The thick leather chair squeaked as it tilted back, her cool blue eyes resting on the painting on the Eastern wall. Kicking her legs up on her dress she crossed them comfortably sucking in a breath. That painting bothered her. What type of creature could have wings? And is if that was not enough, the body of a beautiful human female.
*
UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04
Any questions, comments, flames or death threats please feel free to email or message me, or leave a review.
*
Dull blue, once bright eyes zoned in on the sharp silver as she watched the knife slide around the green apple, leaving just the cream colored fruit as the skin fell away. Absentmindedly she glanced at her Vid-plane that sat next to her. Her eyes focus changing sharply as Quatre Winner suddenly flicked on screen.
"Volume up." She commanded, stopping her knife, the point of the blade resting against her thumb as she paused, not wanting to miss any information on her job.
"And in other business news, the young Winner heir, Quatre Winner, has chosen an assistant. It's rumored his sisters requested he do this. Mr. Winner is known to have been mentally unstable at one time in his younger years, and so some of his closer sisters suggested he hire a personal assistant to help hold the stress of his job that he refuses to give up.
"In the middle of this all is the girl chosen to be his assistant-"
Her eyes widened as a clip of herself shaking hands with Quatre appeared on the smooth surface of the Vid-pane. "Aino Minako, Japanese in background takes on the extreme task of being Mr. Winner's personal assistant, supposedly to start on Monday. Also men, she's quite a looker, and has no sign of a partner." The male reporter smirked as the clip froze on a close- up of her, the smile on her face fake to her eyes. Shuffling papers he moved on talking about the World and Space Stock Exchange.
"Off." She said in a low voice turning back to her apple a drop of red falling from her thumb as the knife shuddered in her hand. And with a flicker, the Vid-pane was just a clear sheet of glass.
*
"Good Morning Mr. Winner." She gave a half smile as her employer stepped into the lobby of his office a few minutes after 8 am.
"Aino-san, I didn't think you would be here before me." Quatre paused slightly, before walking towards her again. Shrugging lightly he smiled and pointed to a set of beautifully craved cherry doors to the right of the secretary's desk, "This will be your personal office."
He walked towards the doors, pulling them open revealing a cream colored, small but sizable, office adorned with cherry wood. Stepping in herself she glanced around, mainly noticing the little details, the computer, the phone, one piece of artwork on the Eastern wall that was of an odd winged creature.
"And this-" She looked back to him, stopping her thoughts from drifting any more, but that painting puzzled her. "This Door connects our offices." She looked over to the Northern wall, different, completely made of glass, including the door, but the whole sheet of crystal was covered gracefully in Roman shades and soft silk curtains to match each office, "You can choose if you would like the blinds up or down, doesn't bother me either way."
He stopped for a moment sliding his black suit coat off, rolling the sleeves of the sharp black dress shirt up, his tie barely noticeable, as it was also black. "Your computer," He pointed moving to lean over the beautiful desk of cherry, "your username is just Aino, you may change it as long as you inform me, and it's logged in and ready for you to change the password at your will," He looked at her, clear blue orbs smiling away as if they were a child's eyes, "I assume you know how to do that as you said you've worked with this system before. Anyways, as you are my personal assistant, our computers linked as are the calendars, there will be some days, like meetings for example, that you'll need to be free for to join me."
"Mr. Winner?" The quiet secretary's voice echoed from the desk's intercom, "Mr. Winner, Mr. Maxwell is on line one."
He nodded and hit a button the intercom; "I'll get that in a moment." Glancing back at Minako, he smiled again, "Make yourself comfortable, if you have any questions ask Lyn in front, the schedule for today is also on your desk, I'll be in my office if you need me."
He walked towards the shared door and gave an almost melting smile, Minako shivered slightly, brushing it aside and nodding, "Of Course Mr. Winner."
"Please, Call me Quatre, that is if you don't mind me calling you Minako?" He looked at her, clear, blue eyes happy and light, as if not stressed at all, waiting for an answer.
"If you're comfortable with that, Quatre."
He nodded, flashing a smile at her upon exiting, and closing the door behind him with a soft, glassy 'thuck'.
*
She stared down at her food, her chopsticks pushing the rice around slowly. The small café on the ground floor was empty at this time of day; she had taken lunch late after all.
Tapping her chopsticks on the side of her bowl she looked up as she heard a male laughing loudly as he entered. Sighing she brushed off the rudeness of the man for interrupting the quiet Chinese café.
"Whoa." The tall man locked eyes with her, shadowed cobalt blue stared back at her, "Quatre.isn't that your new assistant?" It was the man from the day of her interview, the one who lit her cigarette.
Quatre looked away, following the other man's glaze, his eyes widening as if surprised to see her, "Yes.that's Minako."
Her own view turned, locking eyes with Quatre, and smiling perfectly. "Konnichi wa Quatre-san." Tilting her head to the side, a golden lock slipping free from the elegant style her hair was pulled up into.
Quatre paused, about to speak, mouth slightly hanging open, but nothing coming out until the man shoved an elbow not so gently into his rib cage, bringing him back to life.
"This is my friend, and a business partner, Duo Maxwell." Quatre said quickly a slight red tint rising in his face for his slip up.
Duo smirked, a sickening, horrible, flirting one, as he moved quickly to Minako's side, scooping up her hand, ignoring the chopsticks clamped between her thumb and forefinger. "A pleasure. Please feel free to call me Duo, I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other."
Forcing herself to blush she started to raise, her black shirt straightening as she did, "I would hope so, Mr. Maxwell, but for now, I really must be getting back to work.I have to go pick up my ID badge." She smiled again, her other hand scooping up her black suit coat, tugging her right one away from Duo and dropping her chopsticks, the wooden utensils ringing against the bowl as she squeezed past Duo and in an instant she was gone.
*
"Whoa."
Quatre glanced quickly at Duo who still had not moved his hand from where he held Minako's just a moment ago. "What Duo?"
"You are so lucky Quatre!" Duo suddenly whined, grinning though.
"What do you mean?" Quatre replied, not following.
Duo chuckled, and winkled, "Her hands. She had on red nail polish. Only bad girls wear red nail polish."
*
The thick leather chair squeaked as it tilted back, her cool blue eyes resting on the painting on the Eastern wall. Kicking her legs up on her dress she crossed them comfortably sucking in a breath. That painting bothered her. What type of creature could have wings? And is if that was not enough, the body of a beautiful human female.
*
UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04
Any questions, comments, flames or death threats please feel free to email or message me, or leave a review.
