I dont own whr.
a/n: wowie you people are making me feel all loved and what not! wow.
i warn you though it will probably be harder for me to get a chapter a day out since i have to go back to work now [i was on vacation when i first posted this-whoops] so yeah. ill try though, since i have to get the damn ideas out of my brain! yargghh. heh. love you guys though! hehe.
this one's okay. i like it. but yeah.
i cant believe that people actually like my story, ::coughs:: Aisling Niamh ::coughs::, Moon Whisper, ::coughs:: dark typhoon, ::coughs:: Dark Pyro Planet ::coughs:: [keeps coughing for awhile, dammit! Not another coughing fit!] And everyone else who has been cool enough to read my story even though it has a completely stupid title and/or summary!
yay for you guys! okay this one i like, but hey doesnt mean you guys will. ohwell.
Attempt 19-
Chapter 17-
Mika watched the young girl with the funny hair as she walked slowly through the office, and up the stairs to the loft. She growled to herself, hoping that no one could hear. 'Another one! Another one!' Of all the- How could he do this to her? Again?
She watched the girl with angry eyes as she wondered exactly what it was he saw in these kids anyway? He had a perfectly good woman right in front of him, and he didn't even notice!
Men!
What a pain in the-
Robin's door banged shut behind her and Mika heard the lock click. 'Why did she even bother locking the door?' The older woman wondered.
Apparently he liked them all young, paper thin, and strange. All the ones he brought in were always dressed like wierdos- she mused to herself. Dark clothes, strange hairstyles, odd habits, etc. This one though, wasn't too bad. She mostly kept to herself, did what she was told, and then hid in her room for the rest of the day. But still! It was just the fact of it!
'Oy, when would he ever learn?' In the end they always left him, usually in the middle of the night, and he never seen or heard from them again.
Well, maybe he sent them away? Maybe he got bored with them after a few weeks?
She thought about it for a moment...resting her head in the palm of her hand as she stared off into space.
No, that couldn't be true...
Could it?
No. No. No. Of course not. .. He was the victim here, right?
Nagura opened the door to his office and stood there for a moment observing the strange behavior of his secretary. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he watched her.
'What in the world could she possibly be thinking about?' He wondered.
Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head and headed back into his office.
This time he left the door open.
Leaning against the window he closed his eyes for a moment.
'What is wrong with that woman anyway? She's always acting so strange...so high-strung...so...skitzo...she could probably use a good f-'
The telephone rang cutting off his naughty thoughts. He lunged for the doorway, bracing himself against it as he watched Mika answer the phone.
'She does have a nice mouth,' he thought, tilting his head to the side as he watched her scribble something down.
He squinted his eyes, 'I wonder what her hair looks like down?' He mused, instantly an image of her pulling the pins from her hair flashed through his mind. He pictured her tossing her head from side to side seductively. The honey brown waves cascading over her shoulders and down her back as she watched him. That sexy mouth of hers pouting, her breasts pushed out in invitation...
She hung up the phone, and looked up. She gasped at the sight of her boss standing in the doorway. Mika watched him watch her. She raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior.
'What the hell is he doing?' She wondered.
His eyes softened as the fantasy continued to play out in his mind. Instead of her drab business suit he envisioned a flowing white dress, 'yeah...'
The drool was nearly forming...
"Mr. Nagura what are doing?" She demanded, snapping him out of his reverie.
His head snapped up and he regarded her with startled eyes. A small blush stained his cheeks. "Uh...." he stalled, looking around the office for something, anything to use to get himself out of this. 'Oh yeah, the phone!'
"Who was that on the phone just now?" He asked, clearing his throat.
She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes turned cold as she regarded him sternly. It was almost like, almost as if she could see right through him!
Nagura gulped, his eyes grew wide, 'She knows!' He was sure of it. 'Uh-oh!'
But she didn't know, she just liked to make him think she did. It was a game she liked to play with her boss. It was a trick she had learned over the years.
He noticed a small smirk grace her lips as she looked down at her paperwork.
"Were you expecting a call?" She asked, rather than reveal the caller's name.
"Maybe." He answered, watching her reactions closely. He couldn't remember ever seeing her smile before, not even just a little bit. She always looked so unhappy.
Mika looked up at her employer and for the first time he noticed a small sparkle in her eyes. Something he had failed to notice before today. Her eyes, which normally looked dull and lifeless, held a new light. Filled with uncertain happiness and mischief. She still had that small smirk on her face and they regarded each other for a quick moment before she blinked it all away.
Instantly she dropped the smile, "It was a Mrs.... Yoshida, I told her that you would call her back. She said it was most urgent. But I didn't realize you were waiting for her call."
"Oh yes, I'll call her right now," he said quickly. Turning, he fled back into the safety of his office.
Mika stared at the space Nagura had just vacated. 'What is wrong with that man? One minute he's staring at me like a weirdo, the next he'll do anything to get away from me! I don't get it!'
She entertained the idea of her employer sharing the same feelings for her that she had for him. But she pushed it away, 'If he felt something for me, wouldn't he have said so by now?' She frowned and looked down at her desk. Her gaze drifted to her lap, to her boring old pants suit. She wanted to gag just looking at it, but she held back. If she had her way she'd be wearing much brighter colors, and definitely not a pants suit. Maybe a dress, or a skirt? Something, anything else!
Her mother had suggested that she dress more "professionally" when she had landed this job. So that's what she had done. Although trying to remain "professional" was pretty boring work. She wondered what Nagura would say if she showed up to work in a long blue skirt and a tank top? Or maybe a mini-skirt and a tube top? She was tempted to do it, just to see the look on his face.
But she knew she probably never would.
She sighed and rested her face in her hands. 'Should I tell him how I feel? Or just let it go? What if he likes me too?' She stopped and thought about it for a moment.
'Nah.'
Nagura appeared in the doorway of his office once more and observed his secretary again.
'Now she looks upset. This woman changes emotions more than the weather.'
See? Completely skitzo.
Mika appeared to be off in her own little world again, staring off into space with a small frown pulling on her pretty face. Where had that smile gone from merely a moment earlier? Where was the mischievous glow? Maybe he could try and get her to smile again. That would give him something to do.
Nagura frowned and strolled over to her desk, but she didn't seem to notice the older man looming curiously over her.
He cleared his throat.
Nothing.
"Excuse me, Ms. Hanamura?" He said calmly.
Her head snapped up and she looked slightly startled. "Yes, Nagura?" She asked, smiling up at him strangely.
This was it! This was it! Finally!
"Uh..." Whatever he was going to say simply floated out of his brain, he was at a loss for words. "Can you go fetch Robin for me?" He said instead, and her face completely fell. "I need to speak to her."
"Yeah, sure." She muttered, frowning again as she stood.
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a/n: i thought it was cute. kinda crappy. but cute.
a/n: wowie you people are making me feel all loved and what not! wow.
i warn you though it will probably be harder for me to get a chapter a day out since i have to go back to work now [i was on vacation when i first posted this-whoops] so yeah. ill try though, since i have to get the damn ideas out of my brain! yargghh. heh. love you guys though! hehe.
this one's okay. i like it. but yeah.
i cant believe that people actually like my story, ::coughs:: Aisling Niamh ::coughs::, Moon Whisper, ::coughs:: dark typhoon, ::coughs:: Dark Pyro Planet ::coughs:: [keeps coughing for awhile, dammit! Not another coughing fit!] And everyone else who has been cool enough to read my story even though it has a completely stupid title and/or summary!
yay for you guys! okay this one i like, but hey doesnt mean you guys will. ohwell.
Attempt 19-
Chapter 17-
Mika watched the young girl with the funny hair as she walked slowly through the office, and up the stairs to the loft. She growled to herself, hoping that no one could hear. 'Another one! Another one!' Of all the- How could he do this to her? Again?
She watched the girl with angry eyes as she wondered exactly what it was he saw in these kids anyway? He had a perfectly good woman right in front of him, and he didn't even notice!
Men!
What a pain in the-
Robin's door banged shut behind her and Mika heard the lock click. 'Why did she even bother locking the door?' The older woman wondered.
Apparently he liked them all young, paper thin, and strange. All the ones he brought in were always dressed like wierdos- she mused to herself. Dark clothes, strange hairstyles, odd habits, etc. This one though, wasn't too bad. She mostly kept to herself, did what she was told, and then hid in her room for the rest of the day. But still! It was just the fact of it!
'Oy, when would he ever learn?' In the end they always left him, usually in the middle of the night, and he never seen or heard from them again.
Well, maybe he sent them away? Maybe he got bored with them after a few weeks?
She thought about it for a moment...resting her head in the palm of her hand as she stared off into space.
No, that couldn't be true...
Could it?
No. No. No. Of course not. .. He was the victim here, right?
Nagura opened the door to his office and stood there for a moment observing the strange behavior of his secretary. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he watched her.
'What in the world could she possibly be thinking about?' He wondered.
Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head and headed back into his office.
This time he left the door open.
Leaning against the window he closed his eyes for a moment.
'What is wrong with that woman anyway? She's always acting so strange...so high-strung...so...skitzo...she could probably use a good f-'
The telephone rang cutting off his naughty thoughts. He lunged for the doorway, bracing himself against it as he watched Mika answer the phone.
'She does have a nice mouth,' he thought, tilting his head to the side as he watched her scribble something down.
He squinted his eyes, 'I wonder what her hair looks like down?' He mused, instantly an image of her pulling the pins from her hair flashed through his mind. He pictured her tossing her head from side to side seductively. The honey brown waves cascading over her shoulders and down her back as she watched him. That sexy mouth of hers pouting, her breasts pushed out in invitation...
She hung up the phone, and looked up. She gasped at the sight of her boss standing in the doorway. Mika watched him watch her. She raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior.
'What the hell is he doing?' She wondered.
His eyes softened as the fantasy continued to play out in his mind. Instead of her drab business suit he envisioned a flowing white dress, 'yeah...'
The drool was nearly forming...
"Mr. Nagura what are doing?" She demanded, snapping him out of his reverie.
His head snapped up and he regarded her with startled eyes. A small blush stained his cheeks. "Uh...." he stalled, looking around the office for something, anything to use to get himself out of this. 'Oh yeah, the phone!'
"Who was that on the phone just now?" He asked, clearing his throat.
She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes turned cold as she regarded him sternly. It was almost like, almost as if she could see right through him!
Nagura gulped, his eyes grew wide, 'She knows!' He was sure of it. 'Uh-oh!'
But she didn't know, she just liked to make him think she did. It was a game she liked to play with her boss. It was a trick she had learned over the years.
He noticed a small smirk grace her lips as she looked down at her paperwork.
"Were you expecting a call?" She asked, rather than reveal the caller's name.
"Maybe." He answered, watching her reactions closely. He couldn't remember ever seeing her smile before, not even just a little bit. She always looked so unhappy.
Mika looked up at her employer and for the first time he noticed a small sparkle in her eyes. Something he had failed to notice before today. Her eyes, which normally looked dull and lifeless, held a new light. Filled with uncertain happiness and mischief. She still had that small smirk on her face and they regarded each other for a quick moment before she blinked it all away.
Instantly she dropped the smile, "It was a Mrs.... Yoshida, I told her that you would call her back. She said it was most urgent. But I didn't realize you were waiting for her call."
"Oh yes, I'll call her right now," he said quickly. Turning, he fled back into the safety of his office.
Mika stared at the space Nagura had just vacated. 'What is wrong with that man? One minute he's staring at me like a weirdo, the next he'll do anything to get away from me! I don't get it!'
She entertained the idea of her employer sharing the same feelings for her that she had for him. But she pushed it away, 'If he felt something for me, wouldn't he have said so by now?' She frowned and looked down at her desk. Her gaze drifted to her lap, to her boring old pants suit. She wanted to gag just looking at it, but she held back. If she had her way she'd be wearing much brighter colors, and definitely not a pants suit. Maybe a dress, or a skirt? Something, anything else!
Her mother had suggested that she dress more "professionally" when she had landed this job. So that's what she had done. Although trying to remain "professional" was pretty boring work. She wondered what Nagura would say if she showed up to work in a long blue skirt and a tank top? Or maybe a mini-skirt and a tube top? She was tempted to do it, just to see the look on his face.
But she knew she probably never would.
She sighed and rested her face in her hands. 'Should I tell him how I feel? Or just let it go? What if he likes me too?' She stopped and thought about it for a moment.
'Nah.'
Nagura appeared in the doorway of his office once more and observed his secretary again.
'Now she looks upset. This woman changes emotions more than the weather.'
See? Completely skitzo.
Mika appeared to be off in her own little world again, staring off into space with a small frown pulling on her pretty face. Where had that smile gone from merely a moment earlier? Where was the mischievous glow? Maybe he could try and get her to smile again. That would give him something to do.
Nagura frowned and strolled over to her desk, but she didn't seem to notice the older man looming curiously over her.
He cleared his throat.
Nothing.
"Excuse me, Ms. Hanamura?" He said calmly.
Her head snapped up and she looked slightly startled. "Yes, Nagura?" She asked, smiling up at him strangely.
This was it! This was it! Finally!
"Uh..." Whatever he was going to say simply floated out of his brain, he was at a loss for words. "Can you go fetch Robin for me?" He said instead, and her face completely fell. "I need to speak to her."
"Yeah, sure." She muttered, frowning again as she stood.
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a/n: i thought it was cute. kinda crappy. but cute.