Author's Note: Repost of Chapter 2 due to minor grammatical errors. I hope
you enjoy it all the same.
Disclaimer: I do now own Trigun.
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~*The Love and Death of The Past*~
~*Chapter 2- Disagreements*~
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Meryl sat on her couch, her waist wrapped in bandages, as a doctor on house call left. She stared down at the bloodstained bandages that were wrapped around her upper torso, more or less to Kendra's request, who would not leave her side, not even to attend to Kirei, who of course was in the excellent care of Eric. Kendra sat down in a lazy chair, next to Meryl's couch and watched her as she pulled her woolen blanket up to her chest. Meryl seemed to be too deep into thought to be even bothered, and yet, Kendra couldn't help but notice how that saddened look in her eyes had disappeared.
Meryl stared at her hand, trying her best to hold back a smile. She still couldn't believe that Vash was back, but even more so, she couldn't believe the way that she treated him once he was back. She stared at her hand, intently, as if trying to figure out the intricate designs that wove lazily around her palm that was once so very red.
At first her eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of him, it was almost too unbearable to be able to look him in the eyes again. She felt the tears start to swell in her eyes, but when he had recognized her, he had just stared at her for a second before his eyes wandered aimlessly over her bleeding body, and then landed on Kirei. He was about to approach her, but Meryl shifted, catching his attention once more. She had backed away, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She lifted her head up to meet his gaze once more. Vash let out a small chuckle of nervousness, and then proceeded to back away. Meryl however was quicker than he had expected.
The cold sting of her hand hitting his face set him toppling backwards. Meryl watched in anger and somewhat in amusement as he fell over, crying out in surprise as he did so. That's when Meryl felt it, all of her pain, all of her depression seemed to be gone. It was as if that ominous cloud that lingered over her so possessively just lifted, and went on its way to find another. Relief is was escaped her body next, finally ignoring the fallen Vash and looking over to her injured sister, remembering the fact that she had been beaten almost beyond repair. Meryl was at her side immediately, forgetting about her own wounds which were at the moment much more serious than Kirei's.
Eric brought that to her attention immediately, and Meryl just shrugged it off, still not being able to feel any pain. It was almost as if it had been numbed, and it didn't happen until after she had let all of her frustration, loneliness, and depression out on Vash. In actuality though, she had also let go of some of her happiness, secretly rejoicing in the fact that he was near her again, but dreading the fact that he might soon leave. However, Vash would never leave an injured woman's side, Meryl suggested to herself, and that brought herself not to worry about a single thing.
"It's nice to see you again too." Vash commented as he stood up, rubbing his cheek. Meryl turned around, a small smile gracing her lips at the sight of him. Millie still stared at Vash in utter disbelief before smiling, and giving him a huge hug. Meryl smiled, thinking to herself that she would need a hug eventually, but right now wasn't the best time. The pain in her side started to slowly increase, now that she wasn't thinking about anger anymore. She clutched it tightly, feeling blood seep through her fingers, and began to wonder how she was even still standing after loosing as much blood as she did.
"Meryl needs immediate attention, call a doctor over to her house right away." Vash said as he walked passed them, moving some of the unconscious bodies out of the way of the exit so that Meryl wouldn't have to strain herself walking. Eric huffed and went to pick up the petit woman, but was stopped short by Kendra, who had told him that he needed to let her be, she would be able to survive the 5 minute walk home, even if she was loosing blood. Soon after they arrived at the apartment, Kendra ordered Kirei to take all the males into Millie's room so that Meryl could strip off the top portions of her clothes and get the blood around her wound cleaned.
Kirei shooed them both into Millie's room, and then went to fetch some warm water, and a washcloth, while of course, Millie phoned a doctor. That was how she ended up looking down at her hand now. She still couldn't believe how many emotions she managed to discard in that one seemingly short moment. A smile graced her lips, at least she knew now that she would only have to slap someone to relieve herself of stress and torment. She glanced up from her hand briefly, casting an appreciative gaze at Kendra, who sat watching her, still intently and ever so curiously.
"You grow stranger by the minute Meryl. Here I am, I've taken care of you for 16 years, and yet you still remain a mystery to me. How is that possible?" Kendra asked as she leaned forward in her chair. Meryl smiled meekly at her mother and shrugged her shoulders.
"Honestly mom I do not know. But I have learned that no matter how much you know somebody they will always find a way to surprise you." Meryl nodded as Kendra stood up. She walked over to Meryl and sat down on the arm of the couch, wanting to make sure that she would inflict no damage to her beloved child whatsoever. She ran her fingers through Meryl's black hair and smiled calmly.
"How very right you are. I will go and get you some pajamas, I don't want to force you to walk to your room, and then I will order Vash a room to stay in at the hotel so that he can get cleaned up."
"It doesn't hurt. I actually feel nothing." Meryl stated honestly. Kendra laughed and patted her daughter's head once more. Meryl frowned, suddenly getting the feeling that she was being treated like a 10-year-old child again. She swerved her head away from her mothers reach and turned to look at her, motioning for her to go to her room and get pajamas.
Kendra frowned slightly and walked away from her daughter, tapping on Millie's bedroom door, where the others were told to stay while the doctor tended to Meryl's wounds. The door opened slightly, and Kendra and whomever had answered the door, exchanging a few words before Kendra went into Meryl's room. Millie and Kirei had come out of the room first, followed by Vash and Eric. Kirei and Eric were at her side in a minute, asking her what had happened and if she would be all right. Meryl nodded, continually telling them over and over again that she would be fine, and that all she needed was a nights rest and she would be as good as ever.
"Meryl what are you going to do about work tomorrow?" Millie asked her. Meryl's gray eyes wandered over to Millie, and then settled on Vash for a second. The corners of her mouth slightly curved, noticing how the feint red markings from her hand connecting with his face still lingered on his white skin ever so diligently. Meryl shrugged absently, before Kendra appeared with her clothing.
"I guess that I could just go to work. As long as they don't have me traveling all over the place then I should be fine." Meryl commented slowly as she took her pajamas out of her mothers arms. Kendra looked down at Meryl as if daring her to say what she said again. Meryl pulled the shirt on over her bandages. (oh by the way, the bandages are wrapped all around Meryl's upper torso, like a tube top if you will.)
"I don't think that it would be wise for you to go to work in your condition." Vash said quietly. Meryl looked up at him, her eyes smiling in amusement, but her face staying emotionless. Kendra looked at Vash, thanking him for telling her no, but knowing that no matter what, Meryl object to him.
"Does it really matter? I told you before; I am not in any pain. I seriously don't feel a thing." Meryl commented almost too quietly for anyone to hear. "Besides its not like I am going to run off and travel around the world. All I am going to be doing is sitting at a desk all day and wrapping up a case that I am working on." Meryl said defiantly. Kendra sighed and Eric and Kirei both laughed. They knew how determined Meryl could be, and it seemed as though she was really determined to win this argument. Millie stood in silence marveling at Meryl's desire to go to work.
'Maybe it is because she doesn't want to see Vash at all, she might end up running into him on the street or something, or maybe he might just want to visit her or something. He would visit though, I could just tell by the way he looks at her.' Millie thought as she crossed her arms over her chest. Vash sighed in annoyance before walking over to her and sitting on the couch near her feet.
"Honestly Meryl, it would be in your best interest to stay home and get some rest so that your body will heal faster." Vash commented. Meryl frowned even bigger, while Eric and Kirei continued to analyze the two adults. Meryl was acting like such a child it amused both of them.
"Believe it or not Vash I know what is best for me and I really need to go to work or else if I get back I will buried under so much paperwork when I do return. I at least need to pick up my paperwork so that I can work on it here."
"I can do that." Millie said as she stepped forward. Meryl frowned at her friend, but then nodded, realizing that she was never going to win this battle. Vash smiled at Millie, silently thanking her for helping him keep Meryl home, he knew that she really needed to rest. Vash patted Meryl's leg absently, and Eric shot him a death glare. Eric still couldn't forget about what Millie had told him about the guy that Meryl had fallen so hopelessly in love with. It was the way that she looked at him though, the way she spoke to Vash that had given it completely away.
What was it about this guy that made her go head over heels for him? And what was it about him that was so oblivious to Meryl's actions that he couldn't even tell that she had the slightest crush on him? No, Eric could tell that it was more then a crush, but then why wasn't it so obvious?
He went to a recliner and sat down, keeping his eyes on Meryl, wondering if she would even notice him watching her. He wanted to pick up on her moves; he wanted to pick up on her actions. He wanted to figure out what it was that made her spark with enthusiasm. Eric was excellent at observing people, most people, simply look, and yet they don't observe, which Eric thought was the biggest mistake that mankind could ever make. Without observing ones actions, how was one supposed to know what kind of person they were?
Eric had been watching Vash, and now it was time to watch Meryl. While watching Vash though, he had concluded that he was a very kind hearted person, with the ability to smile no matter what situation he may be in. However, he noticed that behind his happy smile and enthusiastic mask, his eyes were clouded with misery, misery and sorrow. Eric couldn't help but wonder what hardships Vash had to go through in order to have eyes so tainted that even they were afraid to tell a story.
Meryl's past was painful yes, but why would she want to be with someone who could have possibly had an equally painful past such as she did? Maybe it was even more painful than he could describe. Eric crossed his arms over his chest and observed his sister further. He watched her eyes; they had grown so innocent ever since she had been reunited with Vash. It seemed as though a great burden had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she was able to live again, able to live without worries or sorrow, able to live with happiness and hope. Eric snorted. He did not understand why she would be happy in midst of what happened to her. Her family, and then she had just recently been stabbed in the side, and yet she felt no pain. How was that even humanly possible?
Surely she had to be doubled over, and yet, she was acting as if nothing had happened to her. A smile graced Eric's face as he thought about the woven shade of mystery that was his sister. And as for Vash, he would find out more about him later, after all he didn't seem like much of a threat.
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Her pale green eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down at the paperwork in her hands. She had not once in her life read over such a preposterous proposal. She sighed slightly, lifting her eyes, only to stare coldly into her client's eyes, never had anyone had to go to the top just because one of her workers couldn't make a decision. She already had enough on her hands, and yet she now had to make a proposal about her funds with this disgusting lowly bartender. She wouldn't have it.
"How did you hear about my association?" She asked the brunette who sat at the other end of her desk. He smiled slightly, revealing gapped and rotten teeth. He looked her up and down analyzing the woman before speaking, in a gruff voice, one that sounded as though he had been yelling one to many times.
"I just heard about your, your products, and I thought that it would be in my best interest to buy a stock." Her eyes wandered over his face, taking in ever scar, every wrinkle, every pigment, before looking away in disgust. She had never before witnessed such a disgusting looking person in her life.
"I hardly believe that you will be able to pay for this amount up front. Now tell me what is your name, and why are you really here?" She asked. The bartender ran his fat roily fingers through his hair and snorted at her. There was no way that he was going to be told that he was too poor to afford what it was that he wanted.
"Miss Atsui, if I may call you that, my bar makes enough money in order to pay for your distribution, I am only asking for 6 pounds, it cant be that hard to at least give me that." Miss Atsui closed her eyes and leaned back on her chair, letting out a long sigh. She knew exactly why he wanted six pounds, so that he could sell it and make a profit off of her superior product. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and let out another sigh of exasperation.
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, I don't think you can afford six ounces let alone six pounds, now I suggest you get out of my office and rethink your plans, after all, my company is paying for the making of this product, and of course, unless you plan to pay double for what its worth, I highly doubt you should even think about stepping into my building again." Her voice was filled with a finality that even the bartender couldn't fight with. His eyes lingered on her beautiful facial features for a moment, before slowly standing up, and mechanically, she did the same. He took her hand in his for a firm shake and then proceeded to walk out the door. She watched him intently, noting the anger boiling up inside of him. She shook her head in shame and then turned to a guard stationed in the corner of her office.
"Yuki?" He asked as he walked over to her desk. She smiled at him with admiration, glad that he was as obedient as ever, one of her more obedient guards, and then passed him a knowing glance. He smiled in appreciation, before looking grave once more.
"That man, Connor make sure that he doesn't leave this building alive." She said as he nodded and ran out the office. Usually when one was denied her product they always decided that it was best to squeal to the police, and that was what she wanted not to happen. She had dealt with pigs enough, her mind wandering to what her next moneymaking target would be. She sighed slightly, hoisting herself on her desk and looked down at her knuckles. Scars hideously corrupted her usually gorgeous creamy white skin. She trailed a finger over the scars, remembering how only 16 years ago she plucked out the tiny shards of hate in this very office. She hit her desk with her fist, her eyes shooting upwards as someone entered her office.
He looked grungy, as if he hadn't taken a bath in years. The putrid smell of urine, feces, and mildew reached her nose, causing her to recoil in disgust. The man wore nothing but dirty, soiled clothes, and here he was in her office. His hair was matted to his head, and she couldn't help but notice the disgusting dandruff that was caked on his shoulders. She placed a hand to her stomach, feeling as though she was going to hurl and snapped her fingers immediately, signaling her guards to remove this homeless wretch. However they wouldn't go near him. His odors made them want to vomit as well.
"What is it that you want?" Yuki ascertained. The man smiled, revealing his yellow grimy teeth and then stuck his dirty hand into his brown jacket, pulling out a soiled piece of paper.
"Well Miss Atsui, I heard that there was a rumor associated with you and this company going around about this girl." He said as he held up a picture. Yuki's eyes widened, and then narrowed in hatred and anger. There was no doubt about it; she was alive after all.
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Well I am ending it there, its short, but you guys will get over it. Anyhoozles, I promise to make the next chapter longer, I swear that I will. And sorry for taking so long to update, I was actually busy with making up homework and now I have 4 fricken essays to work on, and ugh, its exhausting, but I promise to update faster next time!!!! Well anyhoozles please review and tell me what you think. And you probably already know what kind of "company" Miss Yuki is running. And just in case you are confused, Yuki Atsui is her name, and it means snow hot, but there is a reason behind it, because she is as cold as ice, but has a very hot temper!!! Well that's not revealing anything important to the story only the significance of her name, Anyhoozles I will update soon, and I hope that you enjoyed it. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!
~*Neko-Sama*~
Disclaimer: I do now own Trigun.
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~*The Love and Death of The Past*~
~*Chapter 2- Disagreements*~
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Meryl sat on her couch, her waist wrapped in bandages, as a doctor on house call left. She stared down at the bloodstained bandages that were wrapped around her upper torso, more or less to Kendra's request, who would not leave her side, not even to attend to Kirei, who of course was in the excellent care of Eric. Kendra sat down in a lazy chair, next to Meryl's couch and watched her as she pulled her woolen blanket up to her chest. Meryl seemed to be too deep into thought to be even bothered, and yet, Kendra couldn't help but notice how that saddened look in her eyes had disappeared.
Meryl stared at her hand, trying her best to hold back a smile. She still couldn't believe that Vash was back, but even more so, she couldn't believe the way that she treated him once he was back. She stared at her hand, intently, as if trying to figure out the intricate designs that wove lazily around her palm that was once so very red.
At first her eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of him, it was almost too unbearable to be able to look him in the eyes again. She felt the tears start to swell in her eyes, but when he had recognized her, he had just stared at her for a second before his eyes wandered aimlessly over her bleeding body, and then landed on Kirei. He was about to approach her, but Meryl shifted, catching his attention once more. She had backed away, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She lifted her head up to meet his gaze once more. Vash let out a small chuckle of nervousness, and then proceeded to back away. Meryl however was quicker than he had expected.
The cold sting of her hand hitting his face set him toppling backwards. Meryl watched in anger and somewhat in amusement as he fell over, crying out in surprise as he did so. That's when Meryl felt it, all of her pain, all of her depression seemed to be gone. It was as if that ominous cloud that lingered over her so possessively just lifted, and went on its way to find another. Relief is was escaped her body next, finally ignoring the fallen Vash and looking over to her injured sister, remembering the fact that she had been beaten almost beyond repair. Meryl was at her side immediately, forgetting about her own wounds which were at the moment much more serious than Kirei's.
Eric brought that to her attention immediately, and Meryl just shrugged it off, still not being able to feel any pain. It was almost as if it had been numbed, and it didn't happen until after she had let all of her frustration, loneliness, and depression out on Vash. In actuality though, she had also let go of some of her happiness, secretly rejoicing in the fact that he was near her again, but dreading the fact that he might soon leave. However, Vash would never leave an injured woman's side, Meryl suggested to herself, and that brought herself not to worry about a single thing.
"It's nice to see you again too." Vash commented as he stood up, rubbing his cheek. Meryl turned around, a small smile gracing her lips at the sight of him. Millie still stared at Vash in utter disbelief before smiling, and giving him a huge hug. Meryl smiled, thinking to herself that she would need a hug eventually, but right now wasn't the best time. The pain in her side started to slowly increase, now that she wasn't thinking about anger anymore. She clutched it tightly, feeling blood seep through her fingers, and began to wonder how she was even still standing after loosing as much blood as she did.
"Meryl needs immediate attention, call a doctor over to her house right away." Vash said as he walked passed them, moving some of the unconscious bodies out of the way of the exit so that Meryl wouldn't have to strain herself walking. Eric huffed and went to pick up the petit woman, but was stopped short by Kendra, who had told him that he needed to let her be, she would be able to survive the 5 minute walk home, even if she was loosing blood. Soon after they arrived at the apartment, Kendra ordered Kirei to take all the males into Millie's room so that Meryl could strip off the top portions of her clothes and get the blood around her wound cleaned.
Kirei shooed them both into Millie's room, and then went to fetch some warm water, and a washcloth, while of course, Millie phoned a doctor. That was how she ended up looking down at her hand now. She still couldn't believe how many emotions she managed to discard in that one seemingly short moment. A smile graced her lips, at least she knew now that she would only have to slap someone to relieve herself of stress and torment. She glanced up from her hand briefly, casting an appreciative gaze at Kendra, who sat watching her, still intently and ever so curiously.
"You grow stranger by the minute Meryl. Here I am, I've taken care of you for 16 years, and yet you still remain a mystery to me. How is that possible?" Kendra asked as she leaned forward in her chair. Meryl smiled meekly at her mother and shrugged her shoulders.
"Honestly mom I do not know. But I have learned that no matter how much you know somebody they will always find a way to surprise you." Meryl nodded as Kendra stood up. She walked over to Meryl and sat down on the arm of the couch, wanting to make sure that she would inflict no damage to her beloved child whatsoever. She ran her fingers through Meryl's black hair and smiled calmly.
"How very right you are. I will go and get you some pajamas, I don't want to force you to walk to your room, and then I will order Vash a room to stay in at the hotel so that he can get cleaned up."
"It doesn't hurt. I actually feel nothing." Meryl stated honestly. Kendra laughed and patted her daughter's head once more. Meryl frowned, suddenly getting the feeling that she was being treated like a 10-year-old child again. She swerved her head away from her mothers reach and turned to look at her, motioning for her to go to her room and get pajamas.
Kendra frowned slightly and walked away from her daughter, tapping on Millie's bedroom door, where the others were told to stay while the doctor tended to Meryl's wounds. The door opened slightly, and Kendra and whomever had answered the door, exchanging a few words before Kendra went into Meryl's room. Millie and Kirei had come out of the room first, followed by Vash and Eric. Kirei and Eric were at her side in a minute, asking her what had happened and if she would be all right. Meryl nodded, continually telling them over and over again that she would be fine, and that all she needed was a nights rest and she would be as good as ever.
"Meryl what are you going to do about work tomorrow?" Millie asked her. Meryl's gray eyes wandered over to Millie, and then settled on Vash for a second. The corners of her mouth slightly curved, noticing how the feint red markings from her hand connecting with his face still lingered on his white skin ever so diligently. Meryl shrugged absently, before Kendra appeared with her clothing.
"I guess that I could just go to work. As long as they don't have me traveling all over the place then I should be fine." Meryl commented slowly as she took her pajamas out of her mothers arms. Kendra looked down at Meryl as if daring her to say what she said again. Meryl pulled the shirt on over her bandages. (oh by the way, the bandages are wrapped all around Meryl's upper torso, like a tube top if you will.)
"I don't think that it would be wise for you to go to work in your condition." Vash said quietly. Meryl looked up at him, her eyes smiling in amusement, but her face staying emotionless. Kendra looked at Vash, thanking him for telling her no, but knowing that no matter what, Meryl object to him.
"Does it really matter? I told you before; I am not in any pain. I seriously don't feel a thing." Meryl commented almost too quietly for anyone to hear. "Besides its not like I am going to run off and travel around the world. All I am going to be doing is sitting at a desk all day and wrapping up a case that I am working on." Meryl said defiantly. Kendra sighed and Eric and Kirei both laughed. They knew how determined Meryl could be, and it seemed as though she was really determined to win this argument. Millie stood in silence marveling at Meryl's desire to go to work.
'Maybe it is because she doesn't want to see Vash at all, she might end up running into him on the street or something, or maybe he might just want to visit her or something. He would visit though, I could just tell by the way he looks at her.' Millie thought as she crossed her arms over her chest. Vash sighed in annoyance before walking over to her and sitting on the couch near her feet.
"Honestly Meryl, it would be in your best interest to stay home and get some rest so that your body will heal faster." Vash commented. Meryl frowned even bigger, while Eric and Kirei continued to analyze the two adults. Meryl was acting like such a child it amused both of them.
"Believe it or not Vash I know what is best for me and I really need to go to work or else if I get back I will buried under so much paperwork when I do return. I at least need to pick up my paperwork so that I can work on it here."
"I can do that." Millie said as she stepped forward. Meryl frowned at her friend, but then nodded, realizing that she was never going to win this battle. Vash smiled at Millie, silently thanking her for helping him keep Meryl home, he knew that she really needed to rest. Vash patted Meryl's leg absently, and Eric shot him a death glare. Eric still couldn't forget about what Millie had told him about the guy that Meryl had fallen so hopelessly in love with. It was the way that she looked at him though, the way she spoke to Vash that had given it completely away.
What was it about this guy that made her go head over heels for him? And what was it about him that was so oblivious to Meryl's actions that he couldn't even tell that she had the slightest crush on him? No, Eric could tell that it was more then a crush, but then why wasn't it so obvious?
He went to a recliner and sat down, keeping his eyes on Meryl, wondering if she would even notice him watching her. He wanted to pick up on her moves; he wanted to pick up on her actions. He wanted to figure out what it was that made her spark with enthusiasm. Eric was excellent at observing people, most people, simply look, and yet they don't observe, which Eric thought was the biggest mistake that mankind could ever make. Without observing ones actions, how was one supposed to know what kind of person they were?
Eric had been watching Vash, and now it was time to watch Meryl. While watching Vash though, he had concluded that he was a very kind hearted person, with the ability to smile no matter what situation he may be in. However, he noticed that behind his happy smile and enthusiastic mask, his eyes were clouded with misery, misery and sorrow. Eric couldn't help but wonder what hardships Vash had to go through in order to have eyes so tainted that even they were afraid to tell a story.
Meryl's past was painful yes, but why would she want to be with someone who could have possibly had an equally painful past such as she did? Maybe it was even more painful than he could describe. Eric crossed his arms over his chest and observed his sister further. He watched her eyes; they had grown so innocent ever since she had been reunited with Vash. It seemed as though a great burden had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she was able to live again, able to live without worries or sorrow, able to live with happiness and hope. Eric snorted. He did not understand why she would be happy in midst of what happened to her. Her family, and then she had just recently been stabbed in the side, and yet she felt no pain. How was that even humanly possible?
Surely she had to be doubled over, and yet, she was acting as if nothing had happened to her. A smile graced Eric's face as he thought about the woven shade of mystery that was his sister. And as for Vash, he would find out more about him later, after all he didn't seem like much of a threat.
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Her pale green eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down at the paperwork in her hands. She had not once in her life read over such a preposterous proposal. She sighed slightly, lifting her eyes, only to stare coldly into her client's eyes, never had anyone had to go to the top just because one of her workers couldn't make a decision. She already had enough on her hands, and yet she now had to make a proposal about her funds with this disgusting lowly bartender. She wouldn't have it.
"How did you hear about my association?" She asked the brunette who sat at the other end of her desk. He smiled slightly, revealing gapped and rotten teeth. He looked her up and down analyzing the woman before speaking, in a gruff voice, one that sounded as though he had been yelling one to many times.
"I just heard about your, your products, and I thought that it would be in my best interest to buy a stock." Her eyes wandered over his face, taking in ever scar, every wrinkle, every pigment, before looking away in disgust. She had never before witnessed such a disgusting looking person in her life.
"I hardly believe that you will be able to pay for this amount up front. Now tell me what is your name, and why are you really here?" She asked. The bartender ran his fat roily fingers through his hair and snorted at her. There was no way that he was going to be told that he was too poor to afford what it was that he wanted.
"Miss Atsui, if I may call you that, my bar makes enough money in order to pay for your distribution, I am only asking for 6 pounds, it cant be that hard to at least give me that." Miss Atsui closed her eyes and leaned back on her chair, letting out a long sigh. She knew exactly why he wanted six pounds, so that he could sell it and make a profit off of her superior product. She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and let out another sigh of exasperation.
"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, I don't think you can afford six ounces let alone six pounds, now I suggest you get out of my office and rethink your plans, after all, my company is paying for the making of this product, and of course, unless you plan to pay double for what its worth, I highly doubt you should even think about stepping into my building again." Her voice was filled with a finality that even the bartender couldn't fight with. His eyes lingered on her beautiful facial features for a moment, before slowly standing up, and mechanically, she did the same. He took her hand in his for a firm shake and then proceeded to walk out the door. She watched him intently, noting the anger boiling up inside of him. She shook her head in shame and then turned to a guard stationed in the corner of her office.
"Yuki?" He asked as he walked over to her desk. She smiled at him with admiration, glad that he was as obedient as ever, one of her more obedient guards, and then passed him a knowing glance. He smiled in appreciation, before looking grave once more.
"That man, Connor make sure that he doesn't leave this building alive." She said as he nodded and ran out the office. Usually when one was denied her product they always decided that it was best to squeal to the police, and that was what she wanted not to happen. She had dealt with pigs enough, her mind wandering to what her next moneymaking target would be. She sighed slightly, hoisting herself on her desk and looked down at her knuckles. Scars hideously corrupted her usually gorgeous creamy white skin. She trailed a finger over the scars, remembering how only 16 years ago she plucked out the tiny shards of hate in this very office. She hit her desk with her fist, her eyes shooting upwards as someone entered her office.
He looked grungy, as if he hadn't taken a bath in years. The putrid smell of urine, feces, and mildew reached her nose, causing her to recoil in disgust. The man wore nothing but dirty, soiled clothes, and here he was in her office. His hair was matted to his head, and she couldn't help but notice the disgusting dandruff that was caked on his shoulders. She placed a hand to her stomach, feeling as though she was going to hurl and snapped her fingers immediately, signaling her guards to remove this homeless wretch. However they wouldn't go near him. His odors made them want to vomit as well.
"What is it that you want?" Yuki ascertained. The man smiled, revealing his yellow grimy teeth and then stuck his dirty hand into his brown jacket, pulling out a soiled piece of paper.
"Well Miss Atsui, I heard that there was a rumor associated with you and this company going around about this girl." He said as he held up a picture. Yuki's eyes widened, and then narrowed in hatred and anger. There was no doubt about it; she was alive after all.
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Well I am ending it there, its short, but you guys will get over it. Anyhoozles, I promise to make the next chapter longer, I swear that I will. And sorry for taking so long to update, I was actually busy with making up homework and now I have 4 fricken essays to work on, and ugh, its exhausting, but I promise to update faster next time!!!! Well anyhoozles please review and tell me what you think. And you probably already know what kind of "company" Miss Yuki is running. And just in case you are confused, Yuki Atsui is her name, and it means snow hot, but there is a reason behind it, because she is as cold as ice, but has a very hot temper!!! Well that's not revealing anything important to the story only the significance of her name, Anyhoozles I will update soon, and I hope that you enjoyed it. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!
~*Neko-Sama*~