A/N: I'm lazy, and it's short. But so is everything I ever write. Sorry!
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
Executive Affairs
Chapter 3 GAARA POV"Gaara, what do you think?"
I blink blearily and lift my face off the desk I was attempting to sleep on. Damn my insomniac ways. Temari is staring at me expectantly, along with Kankuro, about 20 serious looking businessmen and that snake-like guy who hit on me a few nights ago. Oro…something.
I hate meetings.
"Um…I agree."
Temari sighs and rolls her eyes, turning back to the PowerPoint presentation on the interactive screen behind her. I faceplant the desk again, not caring that Oro-man is still blatantly leering at me.
I can't seem to get my mind off that Uchiha guy. He was down right sexy. I smile perversely to myself. I'm definitely looking forwards to seeing him again. In fact, there's a man who looks suspiciously like him at this meeting right now. Ebony hair, pale skin, piercing eyes…yes, definitely related somehow.
I prop my elbow up on the table and drop my chin into my hand, wondering when this meeting will end. It's already been going on for over two hours. I still don't know what anyone's talking about. Maybe I should pay more attention…
That's it. I'm out of here.
I stand up, calmly walk around the back of my chair and push it under the table.
"Gaara." Kankuro breathes.
I purposefully ignore hi and stride out of the room.
I have found, through personal experiences, that there is not and awful lot to do in an office building during working hours. Well, I suppose I could work, but that's just stupid.
I sometimes eavesdrop on the gossiping at the water fountain. No-one suspects me, for they do not believe that I, Gaara Sabaku, stupidly silent and clinically insane (not proven!), would be interested in the gossip of middle aged women. My reputation comes in handy. For example, I now know that Elaine from marketing is cheating on Mark from customer services with James from management. Very useful indeed. It's very strange that I know these useless titbits of information, yet I do not know what it is that my company does.
I should sort that out.
I snort to myself, earning a few wary looks from unsuspecting office workers. I always seem to have the worst timing.
I would sigh, but they already think I'm crazy.
Instead of listening to gossip, I opt to annoy Shikamaru the doorman (who also happens to be Temari's secret lover. See! Gossips are useful!).
I prance down the stairs and across the foyer (much to the amusement of even more unsuspecting workers) and skid gracefully to a halt in front of Shikamaru, hands clasped together, eyes blinking innocently. I stand this way for about a minute before I realise that Shikamaru is asleep standing up. He really is useless. I think Temari only employs him because he's good in bed.
Not that I'd know or anything…Yes.
I move closer, and closer, and closer until finally I am nose to chin with him (I'm a bit small for my age). He finally realises I'm there and snaps to attention.
"Rough night Shikamaru?"
He sighs lazily and mumbles, "So troublesome."
I walk outside since that's probably the most I'm going to get out of the lazy sod tonight.
I sit cross-legged on the head of one of the lion statues placed outside the doors. This is my favourite spot in this building. I can watch everyone easily from here. Nothing interesting happens for around ten minutes. Finally, a sleek, black car pulls up. I know that car. I've been in that car. It's Sasuke Uchiha's car. How amusing.
Sasuke steps out, looking very elegant in a suit and tie. I feel very underdressed now, in my un-tucked shirt and trousers that are two sizes too big (I borrowed Kankuro's).
"You can't park there." Shikamaru yells half-heartedly from the doorway.
"Yes he can." I state.
Both Shikamaru and Sasuke look at me. Sasuke's eyes glitter. Shikamaru sighs and flaps his arms in a 'sure, whatever' gesture. He goes back inside to resume his nap.
Sasuke strolls over to me. I watch him every step of the way, a small smile playing on my lips. He comes to a halt only when he's nose to nose with the lion, almost directly below me.
He smirks. "I'm here to pick up my brother."
Ah, so that is his relative up there!
"Oh what a shame. I thought you came to see me."
He snorts, reaches up and puts his hands on my hips. I place my hands on his shoulders and he lifts me down. We both keep our hands in the same positions, even when I'm safely on the floor.
"That may have been part of the reason." He whispers into my ear.
"Good."
Our lips meet.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. I honestly have no idea where this fic is going –sigh- No plotline whatsoever.
Review anyway please?
