//AN// I don't know if this really qualifies as an Omake, but that's what I
am going to call it. I would like to dedicate this chapter to my wonderful
new BETA Yoru Uta. She did an amazing job, and I pity her since she will be
the first to be exposed to the inner workings of my mind.
I have raised the rating to R, because I feel that the story will become more graphic and stuff. I am also doing to motivate myself to write a "citrus-y" part to this. Do you guys think I should? Anyways, thanks to everyone that has reviewed, I LOVE YOU GUYS!
******OMAKE!!!!! ******
- CWS Cafeteria- Sub-Floor 05-
Taking a break from his eighth hour of hunching over his precious laptop, Heero decided to make a short trip to the land of stale macaroni, filmy Jell-O, and lunchmeats that were 98% and 2% laboratory experiment waste. You would think that a top-secret government organization with the most advanced technical equipment in the world would have a better food supply. Think again.
Grabbing a brown plastic tray from the pile, Heero slowly walked through the short line-up. Looking in quiet acceptance of the radioactive waste that lay before him, he paused every so often to take an item and place it on his tray.} A normal human wouldn't have been able to live off this food for more than a week, but Heero had been there for years, so his body was immune to its effects. Other employees escaped to the surface and crowded the nearby McDonald's in order to survive. As a result of this, the cafeteria was often empty.
He sat in his usual seat, facing the door so that he could survey everyone who entered. As normal, nothing suspicious, so he began to eat his sludge in silence. Several moments later, he felt someone watching him. Looking up, he saw nothing. A few people in line for food, two women chatting over wilting salads, and someone reading a newspaper from- Heero's eagle eyes noticed- 2 days ago? They must have not been out of a lab for a few days. Ignoring the raised hairs on the back of his neck, Heero resumed eating, but soon he felt it again. A tingling, Spider sense, "who-the-hell-is- watching-me" kind of feeling. Annoyed he glanced up. All was the same; line, women, salad, and the person reading the-wait. Did the newspaper move? Weren't they a few tables back a moment ago? Suspicious, Heero watched as the newspaper holding person slowly got up, and began to tiptoe around the tables coming nearer to Heero. He snapped his head up, and just as he fixed his glance on the paper, the figure flew into a nearby seat, attempting to look normal.
Annoyed, Heero marched over towards the silently shaking person. As he got closer, he saw that the paper had two holes in it and two eyes were staring back at him. He whipped out his hand, and ripped the paper down the middle, letting the two halves float to the ground to reveal the shocked face of... Lady Une. "Oh-h-h-....Heero...umm...fancy meeting you here! Well got to go... lots of work to do...See Ya!!" Lady Une raced off in a cloud of smoke and dust, leaving a very shocked Heero in her wake.
-CWS Male Staff Washroom - Sub Floor 10-
Answering Nature's call, Heero made a quick stop to the washroom. Before returning to his room he stepped up to the urinal and waited for Niagara Falls to start. Hey, he had been working for a long time without a break! Seconds passed as Heero stood there, taking this opportunity to stretch, when he saw a small movement out of the corner of his eye. Finished his business, Heero slowly turned around and surveyed the washroom. There was no one there...or was there? He stealthily advanced towards the stall doors, stooping to see if there were any feet visible. As he reached the fourth stall on the left wall, brown boots suddenly disappeared from his view. So they were hiding eh? He could easily take care of that. He reached under his blazer and pulled out his gun. Fixing his gaze on where he knew the person would be once he opened the door, he kicked the stall door in, denting it severely. "DON'T MOVE YOU-" Heero froze. There, standing in front of him, was no one other than- "Lady Une? What are you doing in the men's washroom?"
Une looked frantically around her, searching for an escape.
"Well, uh, ummm...you see..." She was stumbling over her own words when she looked up. "Well Major Yuy I was uh...checking the ventilation shafts. You are dismissed...yes."
Heero raised his eyebrow in a look that clearly said "I-don't-believe-a- word-of-that-but-since-you-are-my-superior-officer-I'll-ignore-it." Heero returned hi gun to his holster and when he looked up again, the stall was empty, the ventilation shaft askew. Lady Une had made her escape, but not without leaving -Heero now smelled- a little present.
"KISAMA" He turned and fled out the door desperately seeking fresh air.
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Major Heero Yuy, the most brilliant and decorated operative CWS had ever seen, one who had seen many battles and who had killed people wholesale, was scared shitless.
It seemed now that everywhere he looked Une was always there, watching him. She was in the fitness room, attempting to hide behind one of the weight benches she followed him as he ran the outdoor track, and she crept behind him as he walked through the hallways. He knew she was there. She always was.
One day, Heero had had enough. He stopped walking in the middle of the hallway, whipped out his gun, and turned around. Those who found themselves in his viewpoint dove out of the way, screaming that "Yuy's finally lost it!!" or "run for your lives!!" Heero looked behind him until he saw whom he knew would be there. There cowered Lady Une, attempting to look anywhere but down the barrel of Heero's gun.
"STOP STALKING ME ONNA!" Then he stalked off, leaving a wake of collapsed people behind him. As everyone rose to continue on with their business, no one noticed that Lady Une fell to her knees and became a puddle of embarrassment and goo on the floor.
She never bothered him again.
//AN// Cause you guys love me to itty bitty pieces, you are all going to push that button AND REVIEW! I am in the midst of the next chapter, and I will try to make it longer. It should be up in about a week.
I have raised the rating to R, because I feel that the story will become more graphic and stuff. I am also doing to motivate myself to write a "citrus-y" part to this. Do you guys think I should? Anyways, thanks to everyone that has reviewed, I LOVE YOU GUYS!
******OMAKE!!!!! ******
- CWS Cafeteria- Sub-Floor 05-
Taking a break from his eighth hour of hunching over his precious laptop, Heero decided to make a short trip to the land of stale macaroni, filmy Jell-O, and lunchmeats that were 98% and 2% laboratory experiment waste. You would think that a top-secret government organization with the most advanced technical equipment in the world would have a better food supply. Think again.
Grabbing a brown plastic tray from the pile, Heero slowly walked through the short line-up. Looking in quiet acceptance of the radioactive waste that lay before him, he paused every so often to take an item and place it on his tray.} A normal human wouldn't have been able to live off this food for more than a week, but Heero had been there for years, so his body was immune to its effects. Other employees escaped to the surface and crowded the nearby McDonald's in order to survive. As a result of this, the cafeteria was often empty.
He sat in his usual seat, facing the door so that he could survey everyone who entered. As normal, nothing suspicious, so he began to eat his sludge in silence. Several moments later, he felt someone watching him. Looking up, he saw nothing. A few people in line for food, two women chatting over wilting salads, and someone reading a newspaper from- Heero's eagle eyes noticed- 2 days ago? They must have not been out of a lab for a few days. Ignoring the raised hairs on the back of his neck, Heero resumed eating, but soon he felt it again. A tingling, Spider sense, "who-the-hell-is- watching-me" kind of feeling. Annoyed he glanced up. All was the same; line, women, salad, and the person reading the-wait. Did the newspaper move? Weren't they a few tables back a moment ago? Suspicious, Heero watched as the newspaper holding person slowly got up, and began to tiptoe around the tables coming nearer to Heero. He snapped his head up, and just as he fixed his glance on the paper, the figure flew into a nearby seat, attempting to look normal.
Annoyed, Heero marched over towards the silently shaking person. As he got closer, he saw that the paper had two holes in it and two eyes were staring back at him. He whipped out his hand, and ripped the paper down the middle, letting the two halves float to the ground to reveal the shocked face of... Lady Une. "Oh-h-h-....Heero...umm...fancy meeting you here! Well got to go... lots of work to do...See Ya!!" Lady Une raced off in a cloud of smoke and dust, leaving a very shocked Heero in her wake.
-CWS Male Staff Washroom - Sub Floor 10-
Answering Nature's call, Heero made a quick stop to the washroom. Before returning to his room he stepped up to the urinal and waited for Niagara Falls to start. Hey, he had been working for a long time without a break! Seconds passed as Heero stood there, taking this opportunity to stretch, when he saw a small movement out of the corner of his eye. Finished his business, Heero slowly turned around and surveyed the washroom. There was no one there...or was there? He stealthily advanced towards the stall doors, stooping to see if there were any feet visible. As he reached the fourth stall on the left wall, brown boots suddenly disappeared from his view. So they were hiding eh? He could easily take care of that. He reached under his blazer and pulled out his gun. Fixing his gaze on where he knew the person would be once he opened the door, he kicked the stall door in, denting it severely. "DON'T MOVE YOU-" Heero froze. There, standing in front of him, was no one other than- "Lady Une? What are you doing in the men's washroom?"
Une looked frantically around her, searching for an escape.
"Well, uh, ummm...you see..." She was stumbling over her own words when she looked up. "Well Major Yuy I was uh...checking the ventilation shafts. You are dismissed...yes."
Heero raised his eyebrow in a look that clearly said "I-don't-believe-a- word-of-that-but-since-you-are-my-superior-officer-I'll-ignore-it." Heero returned hi gun to his holster and when he looked up again, the stall was empty, the ventilation shaft askew. Lady Une had made her escape, but not without leaving -Heero now smelled- a little present.
"KISAMA" He turned and fled out the door desperately seeking fresh air.
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Major Heero Yuy, the most brilliant and decorated operative CWS had ever seen, one who had seen many battles and who had killed people wholesale, was scared shitless.
It seemed now that everywhere he looked Une was always there, watching him. She was in the fitness room, attempting to hide behind one of the weight benches she followed him as he ran the outdoor track, and she crept behind him as he walked through the hallways. He knew she was there. She always was.
One day, Heero had had enough. He stopped walking in the middle of the hallway, whipped out his gun, and turned around. Those who found themselves in his viewpoint dove out of the way, screaming that "Yuy's finally lost it!!" or "run for your lives!!" Heero looked behind him until he saw whom he knew would be there. There cowered Lady Une, attempting to look anywhere but down the barrel of Heero's gun.
"STOP STALKING ME ONNA!" Then he stalked off, leaving a wake of collapsed people behind him. As everyone rose to continue on with their business, no one noticed that Lady Une fell to her knees and became a puddle of embarrassment and goo on the floor.
She never bothered him again.
//AN// Cause you guys love me to itty bitty pieces, you are all going to push that button AND REVIEW! I am in the midst of the next chapter, and I will try to make it longer. It should be up in about a week.
