Atsuko was bored halfway to death. She had nothing to file, no coffee to make, and she could currently hear her boss in his office with his flavor of the day. Today it was a woman with more boob cells than brain cells. It seemed that the bigger and the more fake chested women who passed through that door for something other than legal advice were some of the dumbest girls that Atsuko ever had the displeasure of meeting. And the one that was in the office with the "player" at the time was apparently a screamer, and violent, judging by the sound of the occasional glass breaking or when they first started and she heard a loud crash and her boss give a yelp.
Why the hell do I have to be here, again? There are no clients and I doubt he'd take any in his current situation, anyway. Atsuko thought as she clicked open a new game of online solitaire, thinking about her boss's wife, as well. Atsuko knew she was no prize, with her oversized clothes and haystack hair. In fact, Atsuko was under the impression it was because of her appearance that the cheating attorney's wife only let her husband hire a young female secretary was because one of the few who actually qualified for the job was, in all aspects, a dork that guys just didn't notice in the way. Maybe a friend, sure, dorky tomboys made for pretty good pals, but a girlfriend? No, way, why would a guy choose a girl who looked like she lived under a rock when they could have a supermodel, or any girl who wasn't Atsuko?
This thought wasn't new in her head, but it still depressed the living shit out of her. She wanted a family, a happy one, at that. And Hideaki needed a strong male figure in his life. That brought her back to what happened almost a week ago. Hideaki had called Shizuo her boyfriend, a thought that just wouldn't leave her head. The two of them together would be absurd, wouldn't it? Who would take the advice of a four year old little boy, anyway? And her meeting Shizuo? A once a lifetime thing, she would probably never see him again. He seemed like he was busy working for his friend, and she was busy working for a male chauvinist pig and taking care of her baby brother. The chances of them running into each other again were slim and none.
Her mind far away from her solitaire game, and the lobby she was in, she didn't notice the figure walking her way, hands in his pockets.
"Ahem," said a man's voice from behind her ear, making Atsuko wheel around in her chair and elbow the man in the nose.
"Shit, sorry!" Atsuko said, kneeling down to the now bloody man on the ground. But he was laughing, and smirking, which irritated Atsuko to no end.
"Oh, no, it's quite alright, I was the one who frightened you after all, Miss…?" the man on the ground said, getting up and brushing off his fur lined jacket. His demeaning voice made Atsuko's left eye twitch.
"Is there something that you needed from this office?" Atsuko replied, ignoring his question. This guy wants to know about me? Let him find out on his own, damn prideful bastard. Atsuko had no idea why she hated this guy so quickly, she just did.
"Ah, yes, I need to see a Mr. Taniguchi? Masanori Taniguchi. I don't have any sort of appointment, but I'm sure that if you told him that an Izaya Orihara was outside waiting for him, he'd finish up with that girl in there," Izaya said with a smirk that needed to be punched off, and Atsuko's hand clenched into a fist. But, he was apparently a client of her boss, and she needed this job, and she needed it bad, so she kept her hand balled up in her sleeve and put on her best fake smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Orihara, but Mr. Taniguchi is a bit, er, indisposed of at this time, and, well,-" at that moment a rather loud and masculine moan came from behind her, in Masanori Taniguchi's office, making the small secretary face palm.
"I can wait," Izaya said, his ever-present smirk growing ever wider. Again, Atsuko had to fight the urge to hit him hard. Oh, well, she could always write what she writes whenever her boss is being a douche. Kill Izaya. Kill Izaya. Kill Izaya. Kill Izaya, in place of Kill Taniguchi. Kill Taniguchi. Kill Taniguchi. Okay, so Atsuko had anger issues, but she dealt with them without violence… usually.
Atsuko went back to her desk, and began typing away furiously at the keyboard, just that same line about that smug dark haired man in front of her, but then her mind started to wander back to Shizuo. Some knight in shining armor he was. Well, he was sweet, in his own way. A hell of a lot better than this prick, but that's not really hard to do, now is it? Shizuo, will I ever see you again, or was that just my luck being good for the first and probably only time in my life? She had no idea she was actually typing what she thought, but thinking about Shizuo as her knight in shining armor made her giggle to herself, picturing him as Prince Charming Oh, yes, him riding a white horse, climbing a rope to her tower, and coming to her bedside, all the while with a lit cigarette in his mouth, an irritated look on his face. He'd pick her up and sling her on his shoulder, not bothering with the rest. Oh, yes, how very romantic.
Suddenly a little alert for a meeting with someone came up on her screen. The alert said Have Tanaka's Money Ready. And a when she clicked on it, a little side note said Don't hide from bookie, Blondie will get you. Her boss was in trouble with a bookie? Shit, does this mean I might not get paid this month? Atsuko couldn't help but think… And then she recalled what Shizuo said he did for a living, "This friend of mine gives out loans, and I kind of enforce the repayment." So, Tanaka was Shizuo's friend/boss, and that means Blondie is Shizuo… Well, at least she gets to see her so-called knight. This thought did make Atsuko give out a quick laugh that made Izaya look up at her.
At that moment, however, a loud roar sounded in the building from the front door, "IZAYAAAAAAAAAA!" and a vending machine from outside came flying at the previously smirking man that Atsuko had just written about killing.HH