Creature Feature Deki Café
Sabaku no Gaara: sable
"As you know, the café is an international corporation. We work globally, taking our company where ever we go. You can say it's a traveling business; we aren't rooted to one spot. However, that doesn't mean we don't make a profit. In fact, we double our revenue in every new country or city we visit. Word of our café spreads like wild fire, and since we only ever stay less than a year, more people come in as often as they."
Phantom gently folded her hands on her lap and smiled coyly at the redheaded man sitting across from her. The woman had a way with words, but he was a seasoned business man, and he knew that evil glint in her eyes. She was hiding something, but it was going to be difficult to find out what it was. Next to her was Daemon, the ever sophisticated looking man. Her husband was just as sneaky, maybe even more so. He hadn't uttered a single word the entire meeting, just sat there and watched with calculating eyes.
"Miss Shiko-"
"You can call me Phantom."
Another weird factor, besides the odd way she dressed, was her name. What sensible parent would name their child 'Phantom?' Her Cheshire smile never failed to creep him out, she looked like a grinning shark. He was almost a little reluctant to even show up to this meeting, after reading her profile, he didn't know whether to laugh or stay the hell away.
"Phantom, I'm sure this café of yours is quite grand and lavish, but I'm still not entirely convinced that it will do so well in the American market. I understand that you are a global corporation, but America's business system works entirely different from any other country. How do you expect to entire that game and hope gain any profit?"
"We have our ways," She leaned in closer, "Trust me when I say this, investing in Creature Feature will be one of the smartest contributions you'll ever make. If you aren't entirely convinced, why don't you drop by for a visit and see how the café works?"
He was afraid she might ask that. The last thing he wanted was to swing by a place that looked more like an Otaku's wet dream than an actual money making enterprise. He'd seen pictures, heard the gossip, even watched the news; definitely not his taste. Kankuro was wild about the cafe, he wouldn't shut up about it. He was constantly babbling on and on about how beautiful the women were and how delicious the food was. Temari was no different either; she practically fell head over heels for every butler there, a bunch of male disgraces if you asked him.
Then again, maybe it would be a smart move on his part. The company did make a hefty profit.
He'd seen their stock market shares, their points were unbelievable. Many of the market firms he worked with had in fact invested with them. So why was he holding back? Well, it was quite obvious really. The black market rumors. On a night out of town, he heard from a couple of drunk CEO's that the women working in the café were either sold or kidnapped. He sure as hell wasn't going to make a deal with criminals. But then again, it was just a rumor, and most rumors turned out to be false. It was probably just a smear campaign, set up by other jealous and greedy businesses. He wouldn't be surprised, things like that were common.
"I'm not so sure that would be wise."
"I must insist, the café is a wonderful place, and people who go there for the first time end up coming back again and again. I assure you, we're very hospitable and welcoming people."
Damn, this woman was persistent. Why was she so keen on having him give her his money?
He was pretty sure they were well off with all the sponsorships and contributors that constantly stalk the place. In fact, he was almost certain they didn't even need any other company's help. They made enough in a month to start up two more cafes in the same city. From what he heard, the café had been around for more than twenty years. However, this was the first time he'd ever heard of them. It seemed as though no matter where they went, it was as if all memories of the place were wiped out once they left one location to another. Either way, they don't investors or people buying their stock. Things were just becoming more and more suspicious.
"Sabaku-san, If I may interrupt for a moment,"
Gaara turned the Daemon, "You may."
"Would it perhaps be something you heard something on the street that causes your uncertainty?"
Crap, he probably knew what he was thinking about. Not like it mattered though, as he thought earlier, it was just a rumor. Between the two of them, he knew there was no way out of this. They got him right where they wanted him, those sneaky bastards. That woman knew how to manipulate people and twist words around, now he could see why she was called Phantom; a silent, but deadly entity. Hell bent on getting her way. And her husband was no different! The overly-gelled prick, he waited until the perfect moment to strike.
Why, of all things he could have done, did he choose to be an entrepreneur?
"Fine, I will make a quick stop tomorrow afternoon."
Phantom's eyes began to shine, "Oh really? You'll love it! The atmosphere is very homey, you'll fit right in! Our maids and butlers are extremely polite and value costumer service to the fullest!"
Maids dressed as animals, rooms with audacious themes, and horny business men who get kicks from looking up the women's skirts; oh yes, he'll fit right in alright. Gaara wasn't a drinker, but he could have used a really big bottle of vodka right about now.
"So, do we have a deal?" Phantom smiled and extended her tiny hand out at him.
Did he have a choice? With a silent sigh, he signed the papers and slowly reached for her hand. She felt like ice and smelt like toffee, was he working with a thirteen year old girl or a twenty year old woman? He couldn't decide if this was a smart or really stupid decision on his part.
"Thanks for your time and cooperation Sabaku-san; we'll reserve a special area for you tomorrow. Please come during midday, we'll be waiting."
That sounded strange, but Gaara shook away the feeling and nodded. The two bowed, grabbed their belongings, and left the room. It was suddenly even chillier than it was before, and deathly quiet. He looked down at his copy of signed documents and sighed heavily. He rested his head on top of his hands and closed his eyes, imagining a world where he didn't have to deal with freaks like them ever again. His suspicions were still there, and it was going to take a lot more than a simple visit to settle them down.
"I could see it in his eyes."
The crimson haired woman looked down at her multi-colored nails before pressing the lobby button in the elevator, "So could I."
"Do you think he knows?"
A chuckle escaped her lips, "Humans are fickle creatures, they'll believe anything we tell them. All we have to do is convince him they're just ordinary women working at the café and it'll all be over. We just have to cater to his every needs and his worries will be a thing of the past."
"What did Ghost say?"
"I haven't heard from her…"
Daemon took out a pocket watch and opened the gold cover, "She's being released from the hospital soon. I hope she doesn't crash herself into a building again."
"Next time she decides to try and kill herself, I think we should help make sure she succeeds."
"You know we can't let her do that, she'll just come back to life. The more powerful she gets; the weaker we become."
She turned her eyes to her husband, "What is your plan?"
"I think we're going to need Sakura for this."
Amongst the crowd of men in suits and women in floral dresses, a pink blob of hair stood in the center of it all. With a bagel in hand and French vanilla in the other, she patiently waited for the light to turn red before crossing the street. As her wandered off into some distant land, she hardly notices the looming figure standing right behind her. The mysterious figure smirked inwardly and coughed to gain her attention.
"Huh?" She turned to the side and nearly dropped her food in surprise, "Uchiha-san?"
"Please Sakura, I thought we were passed formality."
"Sorry," She slowly turned around and took a bite out of her bagel.
"Rather chilly today, isn't it?"
"I. . . suppose?"
He let out a low chuckle, "Are you nervous?"
"No, why would I be?"
"You're shaking."
She stole a quick glance at her hand holding the drink and noticed that it was in fact slightly shaking, "It's…cold?"
"There is no need to be so flustered around me, I won't try and kidnap you like my foolish little brother."
Her cheeks turned bright red and she quickly cleared her throat, seriously wanting to change the subject. Just as the sign to walk lit up, she felt his large hand gently place itself on the small of her back. She quickly stopped walking and looked up at him with large doe eyes. He almost chuckled at her innocent expression; he knew there was a good reason why he woke up so early that morning.
"I'm only walking you to work, nothing else."
She took several deep breathes and tried not to make anymore eye contact with the elder Uchiha.
This family was filled with a bunch of egotistical men, the last thing she wanted to do was fuel that fire. They honestly expected her to instantly fall into their arms and have them whisk her away? In their dreams! She wasn't blind, she knew why Itachi was here, and if he tried anything funny, she'd round house kick him in the face. But then again . . . it was rather pleasant to have someone care enough to walk her to work. Actually, it was nice just to have someone walk with her at all.
"I heard your boss was branching out to other companies, including those overseas."
Sakura turned her head and looked at him with curious eyes, "Really? I thought she and her husband preferred to not to mingle with other businesses."
"Yes, that is true. But from what I know, they are looking for more than just simple sponsorships. There are rumors of Shiko-sama and her husband attending different meetings with the many CEO's interested in forming a partnership, especially those in the Western hemisphere."
She pursed her lips in concentration; it wasn't as if she actually cared about what Phantom and Daemon did with their company, since it was theirs after all. Just as long as she still had a job at the end of the day, she was perfectly content with whatever decision they made. But it certainly did have a nice ring to it, Creature Feature Deki Café: an international sensation. What if they had a grand opening in New York? Or Los Angeles, Paris? How exciting, maybe they'd even ask her to work abroad; she'd be paid to travel! They've probably been to those cities before, but what if they were to stay there permanently? It would definitely be nice to live in a different environment.
There was excitement in her eyes and the corners of her lips curved upward. Itachi didn't miss this as they made their way to the other side of the sidewalk; he was entirely amused by her inner thinking. Her thoughts were clearly written all over her face. He'd never seen anything so precious before, even if she was a Deki maid. He couldn't wait to find out more about her.
"But Itachi," She saw him lift an eyebrow, eager to answer her question, "The café's already been traveling around the world, why would they want to join with other companies now?"
"I am not exactly sure, as I said earlier, they could all rumors. None of it might even be true. But if I were to make a guess, it could be that the reason why they want to form these partnerships is because they plan on becoming an international corporation. With a café in every country on every continent of the world, their profits would not only multiple by the hundreds, but they will also be the dominant force in the business world. This would mean that they have total control over the entire economy."
Her eyes widen, "That almost sounds like a global domination."
"Precisely."
Suddenly, she wasn't feeling too good about this idea. Phantom and Daemon taking over the world? What an absurd thought! Although, it didn't sound all that crazy, knowing how powerful her bosses were, the image of a Creature Feature infested world didn't seem like just a rumor anymore. In fact, she could clearly picture in her head, in the not too distant future, a bright pink or green café on every street of every major city around the globe. Just thinking about it made her a little queasy. There was only so much tea and frilly skirts she could take. Not to mention those creepy maids, with their creepy eyes, and their creepy goody-two shoes behavior. 'Yes master,' 'of course master,' 'anything you say master.' Okay, so they weren't that bad and they were in fact very adorable, almost to the point of nausea.
However, she just couldn't help but pick up a weird vibe from them at one point or another. But there was only so much she could say, considering how she was one herself. And it wouldn't do for her to speak ill of her fellow co-workers, even if they did look like some of the women in those missing ads…
Poor Sakura, she hadn't even realized she was standing right in front of the café for the past five minutes, musing in her own little world with an endearing expression on her face. Itachi watched with amusement as the features of her face changed from wonder, to excitement, horror, and curiosity. Oh yes, he was defiantly intrigued with her. It was a shame though, she just had also captured the attention of his foolish little brother. Uchihas were known for being stubborn and unyielding; especially when it came to things they wanted. Surprisingly, he was more than ready to fight for the pink haired girl, even if it meant defeating Sasuke.
"Sakura,"
"Yes?"
"We're here."
"Oh!" A small blush swept across the bridge of her nose as she realized her surroundings, "Well…thanks for the walk…" Her eyes widened as the tall, dark, brooding man leaned down until his lips brushed her ear.
"I will be seeing you around."
And just as she opened her mouth to say something back, he quickly turned around and walked the other way, leaving a very puzzled Sakura to gawk at his back. He was an enigma, dark and mysterious. So unlike his brother, who was too brash and straightforward. Shaking her head at his audacity she walked into the café and headed straight to the locker rooms. Blindly unaware of a pair of dark, magenta eyes following her every moment.
A new costume was waiting for her as she entered the locker room. With just one look, her face grew extremely hot at how revealing and sexy it was. The belly dancer outfit was sky blue, adorned with jewels, and hardly covered anything. As she put on the see through harem pants, she was well aware that it showed off way more leg than necessary. The slits started at the top of the pants and reached the ankles of her feet. The top was a coined bra, with tiny sapphire decorating the edges. Her midriff was completely exposed to the world. She tucked the veil behind her and over her elbows, completing the look. If only her mother saw her now, she'd definitely be proud of her.
Just smile and get on with my life.
As she put on her high heels, the door burst open and an angry breeze blew against her. Chills swept across her uncovered body. She hissed violently and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Oh Sakura!" A very cherry voiced called out for her. Immediately, she knew who it was and bowed politely.
"Good morning Phantom."
The crimson haired woman waved enthusiastically and bounced her way up to Sakura. Amazingly, her vanilla ice cream cone didn't fall at all. Today, she was wearing a bright pink off the shoulder shirt with the batman logo on it, a pair of jean shorts decorated with little green dinosaurs, and silver Nike shoes with wings extending from the side. She took one long lick of her ice cream and handed Sakura a beige envelope. Sakura looked at it with a confused expression, and took it with caution.
"I'm giving you an early pay since we're going to be busy the next two weeks, I'll have one of the butler's give you the rest of the check at the end of your shift. I also added a bonus for your hard work."
"T-thank you, um…"
"You have work at the hospital today right? You can leave after two."
Just as her boss spun around and skipped to the door, she quickly blurted out, "May I ask what it is you'll be doing?"
There was a moment of silence before a wide smile broke out on Phantom's face, "Just some boring business stuff, nothing for you're pretty little head to worry about. Ciao." And with a wave, the mysterious red head was gone.
"Hey Bou, who's the guy in the suit?"
As soon as Sakura had exited the back room, she was quickly shoved aside as a few body guards and men in black made their way up to the VIP lounge. Her mouth hung open in astounded and she narrowed her eyes at the group. The red haired man spared her a condescending look before turning away. She wasn't able to get a good look at him, but from what she could see, he was a very handsome man. She would have said something, but figured she'd probably end up losing her bonus for she yelling at the guests. Quickly forgetting about her boss's odd behavior, she made her way to the head maid.
Bou quirked an eyebrow at the angry tone, "That is Sabaku Gaara, head of Tokyo's biomedical research facility."
That name sounded very family. She was sure she heard it somewhere, but she couldn't place a finger on it. Oh well, probably nothing important anyways.
"What is the head of a biomedical research doing here? I wouldn't have guessed this was his type of thing."
"Sabaku-sama's medical center provides all the employees and our master and mistress with free health care. He is our most prized and honored contributor. The master and mistress are in the process of forming a partnership with his company, that way, wherever the café goes, we will always be provided with emergency medical care. He is here today as a valued guest."
"I see, Phantom and Daemon are just trying to butter him up so that he won't have any reason to decline, right?"
Bou didn't answer, she only smiled and handed her a silver plater and a set of menus. Sakura took it with a roll of the eye and begrudgingly made her way to the top. Even if they did give her free health benefits, that didn't mean they could push her around like that! Grumbling to herself, she gave a friendly nod to her fellow maids and a courtesy to some of the costumers.
The VIP lounge these guests were in was in the desert room. The theme was similar to that of an Arabic palace. Silk curtains and scented candles decorated the extravagant area. The satin pillows were piled on on top of each other until they formed little hills. In the background, a sitar played a hypnotizing song that only one would hear dark of an oasis. The environment was rather pleasant and almost sent her back into a dream like state, where there were no plans for global domination and only pretty, pretty girls in bellydancing outfits. The lounge was closed off from the world by a velvet curtain, but on occasionally someone would emerge as they headed for the bathroom.
She could hear voices coming from inside and booming laughter. Twelve in the afternoon and they were already drunk, now that is a record for the books. She walked up the steps and gently rang the hanging bell before stepping back down for the curtains to open. Slowly, the laughing died and as it was pulled back, all eyes turned to the girl with the pink hair.
She bowed politely, "Good afternoon masters, my name is Haruno Sakura and I will be your maid for today."
One man with dark brown hair smirked, "Well looky here boys, we caught ourselves a pretty little thing."
Oh boy.
Another, with blonde hair, lifted up a cigar to his mouth, "Come closer sugar, we don't bite."
Sugar? Oh hell no, this fool better be joking.
As she made her way back up the stairs, her eyes immediately landed on the figure in the back. His bright, red hair blended into the crimson colored curtains and hid his face behind folded hands. While he melded into the back, his eyes stood out amongst the dark shades of the room. Bright, jade eyes glared at her with an unfathomable hatred that nearly took her breath away. Though beautiful as they were, they were shrouded with a deep anger she didn't know existed. And it was all directed towards her. Now, why did they look so familiar?
A pinch to her thigh brought her back attention back to the normal world.
"I'm sorry sir, but you are not allowed to touch the maids."
"Bah, those stupid rules. We're VIP! We can do whatever we want!" The sickly looking man cackled.
"I understand, but standard protocol dictates that you keep all hands and limbs to yourself. Other wise you will have to deal with the consequences the owners of this café will condemn you with."
"Oh, she's a feisty one! I like 'em when they bite!"
Just as the man stood up and made a grab for her, a threatening and most terrifying voice stopped him.
"Madae, sit down."
The shiver that convulsed through out her body was not an unpleasant one, surprisingly. Her mind was going out of control, his whispered command sent a pleasurable wave coursing through her veins. She really needed to get control over herself.
"I-I apologize, Gaara-sama." The man sat back down,his head hanging low.
Closing her eyes and letting out a steady breath, she passed around the main menus and grabbed the notepad.
"Can I get you started on any drinks?"
"I'll have warm sake please."
"Make mine chilled."
"I want warm."
"Same here."
"Orange juice."
All eyes lifted to the man sitting on Gaara's right. He merely shrugged.
"Hey, I'm driving you all."
"Kankuro, you pussy."
"Hey shut up!"
Sakura rolled her eyes and waited for the guest of honor to say his order, but none came.
"Can I get you anything, master?"
When the word left her lips, she instantly regretted it. It just sounded so . . . dirty. She visibly flinched and her cheeks reddened. She shifted her gaze, unable to look at the man with daggers for eyes. He merely narrowed his glare and continued to mentally judge her.
Great, I bet he's thinking up ways to kill me or something.
"I'll just get you a glass of water then."
"I want coke."
Her eyes widened a little before returning back to normal. She smiled daintily and jotted it down.
"Your drinks will arrive shortly, please take your time browsing our menu."
A few minutes later, she arrived with a silver plater in hand and drinks in tow. With the grace of a seasoned maid, she quickly dispersed their orders to each person. Gaara didn't make a move to touch his drink, he just stared at it as if it were plagued with some unknown disease. Sakura bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out and smacking the man across the head. As handsome as he may be, he was starting to get on her nerves. And the constant glaring wasn't helping either.
The brown haired man from earlier lifted his drink into the air, "I'd like to propose a toast."
"To what occasion?"
"Well obviously because all of Tokyo medical groups merging into one giant corporation."
Sakura titled her head to the side, why hadn't she heard of this before?
"Are the masters ready to order?"
The man lifted up a had to silence her, "Not now, I'm in the middle of a grand speech."
She placed her hands on her hips as a vein pulsed on her head, no one silenced the great Haruno Sakura!
"Don't get too carried away Takeru, no one agreed to anything."
"Yet. You don't know the benefits this could have on all of us, the amount of money we'll have!"
"I can always come back later-"
"No, no I want you to hear this, maid. You are about to witness history in the making!"
She let out a groan and stood with her arms crossed. This was obviously going to take longer than she had hoped. Her mind drifted into another realm and began to go over her schedule for today's work at the hospital. First, they were going to release Ghost. Ah, Ghost, her most . . . special of patients. Hopefully that girl will learn to take better care of herself. Second, discard all expired medicines and restock with new arrivals. The list went on and on, and she kept this up while drowning out Takeru's voice. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched.
While she might remember who he was, he certainly remembered who she was. It was a cold day in the middle of October. He and a couple other associates were making their annual check up on all the hospitals they owned. They wanted to make sure everything was up to par and nothing out of place. He only wanted to best doctors and nurses working at his hospitals, second rate just wouldn't do. As he made his way through the cancer ward, he saw a flash of bright pink in the children's facility. And that was when he saw her, Tokyo's little angel.That was what they called her. The apple of Tsunade's eye and pride of Tokyo General.
He had heard a lot about her. She was a paid intern who recently graduated from an ivy league university. She had previously studied in England too. He was impressed, to say the lease. Not blown away, but definitely grateful she had chosen to work for his hospital. He never got a chance to learn her name and hadn't seen her since that day, all those months ago. And now, here she was, dressed up as a common Arabian whore and taking orders from a bunch of greedy business men. His respect for her dropped just a little.
"What do you say Gaara?"
His attention was snapped back to Takeru and his loud voice.
"What?"
"I said, we should take this opportunity to celebrate the merging of our companies! When Tokyo General, Tsuchiyama, and China-Japan Friendship become one, we'll all be an unbeatable force in the market world. No one will be able to stop us from taking over all the other hospitals through out the country."
Sakura was slightly a taken back. If they did that, then the small towns that were provided with free medical care from the smaller and less equipped hospitals would have to pay for all their expenses themselves. Not even their insurance would be able to cover all the costs. To think, the young and old having to suffer through endless nights of pain and agony, and all because these tycoons wanted more money! She could not stand for this, not when there was a chance for her to do something about it.
"You can't do that."
Her voice broke through their boisterous laugher and talk of taking over.
"What did you say?"
She threw the notepad down, scaring a few of the men.
"I said, you can't do that."
The sickly man sneered at her, "And why is that?"
"Because if you do, you'll be taking away all the medical needs of innocent people. And not just from the villages and towns either. Even people in the city will have to pay more just to get a simple check up! You're taxing the sick and stealing money away from those who need it the most! Have you no shame?"
They were all completely flabbergasted. Here was a girl, no – a maid with glowing green eyes and bubblegum hair, with a fury hell hath none. To say Gaara was stunned was an understatement, he was completely shocked. Though on the outside he was composed and relaxed, his insides were roaring. Something about the way she threw herself into the lion's den just . . . turned him on. Now that was strange. He wasn't even aware he could be turned on.
She continued her little tirade and screaming until a hand was clasped around her mouth. A blonde man, who was more than two heads taller, stood behind her. He held both her hands behind her back as the other one kept her mouth shut. He and the other men let out a breath a relief and started chuckling.
"Silly little maid, what the hell do you know about business eh? And why do you even care about what happens to these people?"
Her eyes narrowed dangerously and suddenly the blonde man was throw across the room with a ferocity that nearly scared the living hell out of these people.
"SHARANNO!"
The sickly man tried to make a grab at her, but she caught his wrist and tossed him like a rag doll.
"FOLLOW THE RULES! NO TOUCHING!"
Finally, she turned her eyes back to Takeru, who was cowering underneath the velvet curtains.
She had a mad glint in her eyes and though she was solely focused on the quivering man at her feet, she didn't miss the way Gaara's lips curled into a menacing curl. Her anger deflated in an instant and instead, she just became extremely agitated.
"What the hell are smiling at? You should be just as ashamed."
"And why is that?"
"Because you're letting the bad guys win!" All rules of conduct aside, she jumped onto the table and pointed a mell manicured finger at him, "I remember you now, I didn't at first, but the second that guy mentioned Tokyo General, I knew I recognized your face from somewhere."
"Oh, and where would that be?"
"You're the owner of Tokyo General. Sabaku Gaara, you also run the biomedical research facility. I've seen your face from time to time whenever you come for your annual check ups. You and your higher ups disgust me. All this time, when we were low on staff and supply, you just sat back and let people like Takeru make all of your decisions. Do you realize how many people go in and out of that hospital in a day? NO YOU DON'T. Because while you sit behind a giant ballroom seized office, people like me and Shizune are working our asses of trying to save lives! And I don't even work there! I'm on a paid internship that probably gets me enough money to buy food for one week at a time, and I work every single day! Do you know how hard that is? Nope! Because you get money for free while I bleed for it!"
If he was any other person, he would probably burst out laughing at some point. She was so passionate and brave with her words, he was captivated. He'd never had this much fun on a lunch before, perhaps he should start coming to Creature Feature more often, if only to see this little spitfire again. He could see the fire burning within her eyes and wanted to capture this moment forever. Yes, it was indeed a good idea to form a partnership with this company.
In all actuality, he wasn't planning on forming any deal with Takeru or his greedy goons. He wasn't an idiot and felt rather insulted that the fool actually thought he'd agree to the ridiculous plan. A heartless wretch he may be, but he did care about the people staying in his hospital. He only came for the free food. It was his suggestion to come here, only because of that Phantom woman's insistence, and the brown haired bastard agreed whole heartedly, even offering to pay for everything. If he had known Sakura would be working here and entertaining him in the most exotic way, he would have been a frequent costumer a long time ago. Which was why Kankuro had tagged along, he really just wanted to see the girls.
"And another thing, your plan of taking over the smaller hospitals in the countryside; not going to happen, ever. Those people deserve the free medical attention more than you need the money! How can you even call yourself a part of the medical field if you - !"
He grabbed her calfs and pulled her into his lap. His infuriating smirking making her blush like wildfire. Their proximity was doing funny things to her insides, but at this moment she couldn't care any less. She was still pissed off at the man and tried desperately to not get lost in his jade eyes, which a terribly difficult task when he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"I'll tell you right now, if you merge with those companies, I am quitting my internship and applying somewhere else." She poked his chest to emphasize her point.
"And where exactly will you do if we do merge? We do own half the hospitals here in Tokyo."
She growled, "I'll . . . I'll sign a petition! I'll start a rally, I'll do something, mark my words Sabaku Gaara you will feel my wrath if you do anything to hurt these people."
"I don't think you're in an position to be making such idle threats."
Sakura immediately stopped her ranting at the innuendo. His words went both ways and the bastard new it. She gulped and leaned back against the table, only to have him follow and tip forward. He was still smirking and she had the raging urge to wipe it off his face. His arms crossed and rested on top of her stomach as he regarded her with a cool passion. She knew this battle was over the second she fell right into his lap. But damn it, she never went down without a fight!
"I'd like to make a proposition for you, Miss Haruno."
She visibly tensed under his watch and he enjoyed every second of it. He was going to tell her he did plan on declining the offer, but she just had to go and put a show on for everyone to see. Kankuro watched with wonder and amazement as the two engaged themselves in a staring show down. Neither of them had budged and waited for the other to make the first move. Thankfully, Gaara did.
"If you have dinner with me tonight, I might consider your offer of stopping this merge and even give you a full time job at the hospital."
Her jaw dropped, what a sneaky little snake.
"Rule number fifty two, maids are not allowed to date any costumers or guests unless the maid has resigned her position at the café."
He scoffed at her attempt to rebuff him.
"Forget about the rules, be a rebel. You've already broken plenty by attacking the guests, am I right?"
Damn, he cornered her.
"My boss won't allow it. And I'll just tell her it was for self-defense."
She tried to get up and leave, but the red-heard held her down. His arms wrapped around her thin frame and pulled her even closer to his body. He smelt like test tubes and tupperware, and oh lord how delicious it was. She pushed roughly against his shoulders and tried to wiggle herself loose, unaware that her actions were causing a bit of a male reaction from him.
"Stop doing that."
She ceased moving for a whole two seconds before going at it again, but this time with more vigor.
"Let me go! I will never go out with a corrupt business man!"
Eventually, he did let her go, only so that she didn't feel the raging hard on she gave him. Thankfully his black suit hid it well under the dim light. She rolled over the table and landed on her behind. Quickly, she got up and dusted herself. She stuck her nose in the air and growled at Takeru, who was still huddled beneath the curtain. Spinning on her heels, she marched all the way to the entrance arch.
"This won't be the last you hear of me!" She all but spat at him and disappeared into the hallway.
Chuckling darkly, Gaara rose him his seat and grabbed his coat, "I hope not." He then made his way to the exit and followed the girl into the hallway.
In the back, Kankuro set down his menu, "But. . . what about my order?"
Sup y'all, it's been a year, haha. Sorry for the wait, I've been busy with school and all that shiz. Me and my boyfriend got into the same school though! Yaaaay. Anyways, I threw a little panty and stocking in there, did you catch it? Holy crap, 13 pages man.
So, i'll try to update as much as possible since it's summer time! Wheehee!
If you see any mistakes, please kindly tell me where the are and I will gladly fix it. If any grammar nazi gets all up in my grill, I will make things worse.
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