disclaimer: If i owned paradise kiss. I would require Ai Yazawa to draw me a life size picture of George for me to wallpaper my room with. But i dont. So that dream remains unfulfilled. (sikes:-p)
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Julie. Not HER.
George felt his heart sink into his leather BOSS shoes.
Chapter 7: Desperation
"Hey George what's up?" George looked at Julie dazed. Stood there some more, and stared at Julie.
"George..." said Julie "Hey, boss, what's up?" Julie moved her hands in a circular motion in front of her boss's dumfounded face. Finally broken out of the trance, George's eyes focused on his assistant. What IS up? I need to do some fast thinking. He thought. George looked up at Julie and with his usual dazzling smile said "Julie! I just wanted to drop by once and see how the poor college graduates lived. Paying off all those loans must be fun. I DO not pay you enough." Julie gave him a scowl, and lightly punched George in the arm. "That's right, I believe a raise is in order. But in the meantime come in, I was just making some spaghetti." George walked in to the small studio, still utterly confused at the situation.
But even in his trace-like state, he noticed that Julie looked a little different. Her hair was rose pink rather than the bright bubble gum pink it usually was, and her clothes were, dare he say it? Off-the-rack tacky. And from what he remembered, he just saw her at the office about 20 minutes ago. George stopped at the entrance and in traditional Japanese manner, bent down to untie his shoes. At that moment, a bullet flew over his head and straight into the wooden door, shattering the windowand splintering the wood. George quickly looked up, to see Julie holding a gun, 5 feet away, aimed at his forehead.
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Isabella was in a panic. She called everyone she knew, and none of them had seen the George anywhere within the last 30 minutes. She looked down at the address she had jot down from the false file that had been sent to George from Isabella. She had run this address into the computer and was waiting for the result to come in. "Come on... come ON!" She yelled at the computer, hitting it with the palm of her hand. Thankfully, she was in George's office and nobody could hear her so out of character. She sat at the large desk, rummaging around it to find clues as to where George had went. Suddenly, in a flash of enlightenment, Isabella ran towards the bookshelf, and started pulling books out left and right, leaving them scattered on the floor. Book after book, rare and raunchy to new and unimportant was tossed carelessly onto the floor. Finally on the third shelf, she found the hollow book where the remote control that George had used to turn on the camera to spy on Yukari was located. She grabbed it and pressed ON. A flat TV rose from the desk, and Isabella ran towards it. The screen started to focus, and she noticed that someone had probably thrown the flower away, because she could not see a thing. But hearing sounds from the background, Isabella raised the volume on the remote. There, no mistaking it, was George's voice. "Paying off all those loans must be fun. I DO not pay you enough." Isabella stood, shocked, when the computer beeped telling her that the address searchwas done. She looked at the computer screen and was surprised to find the name on the address to be Julie Kinse, George's office assistant. She stood, puzzling over this matter, and was standing when the sound of shattering glass filled the office from the TV screen. Isabella screamed and dove for cover, unknowing where the sound came from. When she figured out the sound was coming from the TV screen, she dashed over to the screen and listened...as a gun was cocked.
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"Julie? What are you doing?" said George in a pleasant voice, still in shock about what just happened to the glass behind him. Julie smiled and walked closer, keeping the gun level to his head. "George, George...please. Don't think that I'm going to start monologue-ing now and tell you all the wonderfully nasty things that I have planned for you, don't you?" Julie was now close enough to put the gun to George's head. A single bead of sweat started to form on it as the cold metal of the gun sent shivers to George's spine. " Um...I wouldn't mind if you did," said George, keeping his composure and slowly standing up "actually, I am quite curious to know why my favorite assistant is pointing a rather dusty gun at my forehead when she clearly knows that I tend to break out horribly when in contact with dust." Julie laughed. "You were always so clever, right? Fine then, Ill give you a hint. My brother? You know him. Oh, and also?You are a fool."
Then she hit him with the gun.
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"ARASHI! HURRY UPPP! Since when do you take more time than Miwako?" Miwako yelled loudly at the tall lanky figure carrying 2 huge bags walking down the stairs. The figure, who was also talking briskly into a cell phone, suddenly dropped the phone into his pocket, dropped the bags and jumped the last 10 steps to grab Miwako's hand and pull her, running.
"UGH! Arashi! What's wrong?" cried Miwako, running along him, completely caught up in the moment.
Arashi looked at Miwako with a look that needed no words. "Miwako. He's is in trouble."
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I swear, my writing has been getting worse.
But thanks for reading anyways!
Probably only a couple of more chapters left...
who is this julie character anyways? And where ARE they?
Thanks again! Please review!