Well, it's a couple hours early, but I'm really bored because I've spent the last two days unable to talk and sick... It's highly annoying... Also I don't feel like staying up till midnight, or posting it late tomorrow so...

Anyway, I was very sad to find out that only one person bothered to review last week, even though many people read it... I'm disappointed in all of you readers out there... So, I'm not going to be posting anything for the next two weeks, though it really has nothing to do with the reviews... I have finals coming up and I need to focus on that...

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~Sunechirei

Full chapter title: What makes 100%

Red and I were in Dad's office.

Why were we in there?

Because Dad wanted a day off, so he left me and Red in charge.

This was definitely not good for me.

I was sitting at my dad's desk, reading a few reports and what not, like I had been taught over the past two months, while Red sat in the nice comfortable recliner chair in the corner of the room, playing with a piece of paper. He was supposed to be helping me read through these reports, all of which from different managers across the world, but he was, of course, being extremely lazy.

"Roxie, you should take a break. It's like, two in the afternoon and we haven't even gotten lunch yet!" Red whined from his little haven, and I rolled my eyes.

"It's nine a.m. Stop complaining." Normally I wouldn't have been so irritated, but I was being bombarded with papers about complaints from customers, and items that needed to be addressed in each hotel near Radiant Garden, and I didn't know how to do any of this. Red was supposed to be helping me learn, but he was too "busy" being bored and lazy that he couldn't bother.

As I was scanning over a particularly long complaint from some snobby rich woman, who I've heard Dad complain about many times over, I watched Red out of the corner of my eye. He was folding the paper, then unfolding it, the folding it, then unfolding it. Why he was doing this was a mystery to me, and an annoying one at that. Here I was, working my-

"Nine a.m., two p.m., is there really any difference?" Red asked me as he began to fold the paper again, this time, into a shape I recognized. He then tossed the stupid thing over to me, and it landed perfectly, just like a real plane, on the paper I was reading. "We should take a break, go hang out with Riku and Sora or something."

I ignored him, picking up the airplane with disgust and tossing it into the recycling bin. There was no point in indulging Red's craziness.

"Come on, Roxie! I want to go somewhere, do something! This is so boring!"

"If you think this is boring, then help me out."

"That's even worse! You're as bad as Mr. Boss-Man." He was really starting to get on my nerves, but I couldn't do anything about it. My wonderful father had specifically said that we had to "work together" to get this done. Of course, there was no way for him to know if that's what happened or not, I think, but I wasn't going to take a chance. "Roxie..."

"Stop calling me that."

"I will if you learn my name. You're supposed to have it memorized."

I flinched. I could never remember Red's name (See! Even in my subconscious I can't remember it). I don't know why, it just decided to evade me all the time, which seemed to greaty annoy the red-head. "I won't remember your name until you start calling me Roxas. You know, my real name," I finally replied, marking a note on the paper.

"Ah, the bargaining begins." Amusement was obvious in Red's voice at this point, and I had to look up. He was leaning back in his chair, his arms stretched over his head as he smirked at me.

"You know, if you actually worked hard at something, you might get farther in life," I muttered with irritation. Of course, I knew that he didn't have to work hard to do anything. After all, he's a genius who graduated from high school at the age of fifteen and got into the top college in the world without even trying. He could do what ever he wanted without so much as lifting a finger.

Red let out a laugh. "Oh Roxie, you don't know anything, do you. Hard work doesn't equal one hundred percent."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Hard work doesn't equal one hundred percent."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

At this, Red stood up and walked over to my dad's desk, placing his hands on the wooden surface, covering my papers. "You see, if you match the alphabet up with it's corresponding number, then 'hard work' doesn't equal one hundred percent."

I stared up at him with disbelief, and pushed back on my desk. He was making absolutely no sense, and he was too close for my liking. "I don't care. Just help me," I said, reaching out to pull the paper I was reading out from under Red's hand. As I did this, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me in closer.

"Of course you care."

He was too close again. Way too close. I could feel my face burning up, and I yanked my arm out of his hand, standing up quickly. "No, I don't." Silence fell between us as I glared at Red, and he stared back at me without even a hint of fear. No matter what I did, I just couldn't scare this guy.

"Well, that's too bad, because it's time you learned the tricks of the trade," the man said, standing up straight so he towered over me. "May I have a piece of paper."

He wanted a piece of paper. Why did he want a piece of paper? Why is he doing this anyway? I was too scared to ask, but also to afraid to not give him what he wanted. When someone is at least six inches taller than you, it's probably wise to listen to what they say.

I bent down slowly, making sure not to break eye contact in case he decided to do something weird, and grabbed a piece of paper from the printer, and handed it him slowly.

"Thank you, my dear."

What the hell?

"What did you just-" I tried to yell at him, but he cut me off with a shush, and pulling the pen out of my hand. He began scribbling furiously on the paper, then held it up suddenly. This was written on it:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

then:

H A R D W O R K
8 1 18 4 23 15 18 11 = 98

I stared at it, disbelievingly. It made sense now, but I couldn't tell why he was doing this. Unless he was trying to get out of doing work, which was highly likely. However, I couldn't understand how he was able to graduate from college with a master's degree at the age of twenty-two was so lazy.

"So you see, hard work doesn't get you to a hundred. Knowledge doesn't either," Red explained, placing the paper down in front of him and writing again. This time, I decided not to let him finish. I didn't care about this at all.

Before he could finish writing, I snatched the paper out from under his hands, and crumpled it into a ball.

"Oi!" Red hissed, glaring at me with his light green eyes.

I scoffed, amused at how irritated he was getting. "If you have time to be explaining to me how certain words add up, then you have time to help me do some of the work we were assigned."

Red stood up straight. "I don't do that kind of work."

"Oh really? This is what my dad does at work all day, so obviously this is what you should be doing too."

"You would think that, but no. I have a different job than you do."

"Excuse me?"

Confused as to what he meant, I dropped my guard a bit, only to have my hand with the paper grabbed, and yanked out in front of me. Gasping, I tried to pull back, but Red was too strong. So instead, I grabbed the paper with my other hand, determined not to let the red-head have it. He let go of my wrist, still glaring.

"Give me the paper, Roxie, and no one get's hurt."

My stubbornness grew greatly after Red said that, and now I was sure I didn't want him to have the paper. I couldn't figure out why he wanted the piece of paper so badly, and why he didn't just get a new piece if he really wanted to show me this whole one hundred thing. Then again, nothing Red did made sense.

"Sorry, no can do. Well, not unless you help me." It was now or never. Red never helped me with work, and I was getting sick of it.

"Oh Roxie, you don't know anything, do you?"

"Of course I know-" Before I could finish my sentence, Red jumped over the desk with amazing speed, causing me to stumble backwards. Next thing I knew, I was being pinned to the wall, both my wrists caught in the crazy red-head's hands, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"I get what I want, without bargaining, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Damn he was strong. It was then I vowed to start going to the gym more often. It was just plain old sad that I was being pressed against the wall by an anorexic (I think) man. Of course, he was taller than me, and he had the advantage, but still. Starting after work, I planned to go to the gym every day. Then I'd show Red.

"Why do you even care about this piece of paper so much?" I asked, hiding my frustration as best I could.

"I don't. It's just fun to mess with you. Got it memorized?" He hissed before letting me go, the paper in his hand. I hadn't even noticed him take it from me. "Now then, where were we?"

I gave up at this point. I should have never tried to stop the madness. Trying to stop and insane person from doing insane things, is in itself, insane. I never did learn.

K N O W L E D G E
11 14 15 23 12 5 4 7 5 = 96

This is what was written on the paper when Red shoved it in my face, and I rolled my eyes, pushing the paper away.

"Go ahead and keep writing these things, but don't show it to me. I have things to do," I hissed, trying to keep my anger under control. Unfortunately, Red didn't seem to want me to do the work that Dad assigned to us, as he refused to move from his spot, instead, sitting on the edge of my dad's desk.

"Hold on there, blondie. I have a few more to show you."

Blondie? When did he decide to call me blondie, and what happened to my other annoying nickname? I asked him this.

"I thought you didn't like me calling you Roxie," Red smirked as he began to write again, still keeping me from doing my work.

"I don't. But 'blondie' isn't any better. Just call my by my real name." I tried to move from the wall, hoping that if I got to the other side of the desk, I could continue my work. Unfortunately, Mr. Red-head decided I wasn't allowed to leave, as he stuck out his leg, and pressed his foot against my stomach, keeping me trapped against the wall.

"Get your foot the hell away from me!" I growled, attempting to push it away, but to no avail.

"Sorry, no can do," Red laughed, mimicking my words from earlier, "I think you need to be taught a lesson. You really need to respect your elders more."

"Respect my elders? Are you fucking kidding me! I respect my elders. You just aren't one of them!" With that, I pushed on his foot one more time, and managed to move it, causing Red to fall off the desk. As quickly as I could, I scrambled to the other side of the wooden blockade, but Red managed to catch up to me.

I don't exactly remember what happened after that, but the next thing I know, I'm laying on the ground. To be more exact, I'm laying on the ground, with Red on top of me, pinning me there with a grin on his face.

Now, that wouldn't have been too bad if a second later the door to my dad's office opened, revealing Riku and Sora. They stared down at us, seeming shocked, and I could swear that if I could see my face right now, it would be bright red. And of course, what Riku said didn't help at all.

"Oh, sorry guys. Didn't mean to disturb you."

I tried to protest, but the door closed before I could say a word, and I could hear Riku and Sora laughing. It was too much for me. I managed to get one of my hands out of Red's grip, and punched him in the face.

Jumping off of me, Red reached up to cover his now bleeding nose, growling angrily.

"You, get the fuck away from me, right now!" I hissed at him before he could speak. "I don't care what you do anymore, but let me to my work in peace!" I was screaming now, trying hard to ignore the nauseous feeling rising in my stomach. Me and blood have never mixed...

Red just gave me a blank stare before turning and leaving the room.

Four hours later, I was almost done with my work, and I was starting to calm down after my strange morning. My dad was supposed to be back any second now, and when he came, I was going to tell him that Red was an ass who needed to be fired. That would solve my problems.

As I was straightening up the room, I heard familiar voices outside of the door. It was my dad.

"Hello there, Roxas. I hear you had a strange morning," Dad said as he opened the door. I smiled, realizing that at least one thing was going to go my way this summer, until I saw Red (in a different outfit) standing behind him.

"Um... yes. I did." I replied hesitantly.

"May I ask why it is you didn't bother to help Mr. Lea here when he was nearly bleeding to death. He had to go to the hospital, you know."

Wait, he did! My thoughts were frantic. I had caused Red to go to the hospital? Sure, he deserved it, but now I felt guilty about the whole thing.

"I'm waiting, Roxas."

Gulping silently, I replied, "I had to finish the paperwork." This could not end well.

"I'm disappointed in you, Roxas. I thought that you would be the kind who would help a friend out when he's in pain, instead of sitting here doing work." My dad was shaking his head. "You two, please get out of my office now."

I stumbled out of the room, confused as to what just happened. Behind me, Red laughed. "I didn't actually go to the hospital. You just gave me a simple bloody nose. But that just proves my point."

"What point would that be, exactly?"

I was then handed a piece of paper, and I opened it nervously, aware that Kairi was watching my every move. Written on the piece of paper was:

but;

A T T I T U D E
1 20 20 9 20 21 4 5 = 100

and:
B U L L S H I T
2 21 12 12 19 8 9 20 = 103

So, it stands to reason that hard work and knowledge will get you close,
attitude will get you there, but bullshit will put you over the top.

And look how far this will take you...

A S S K I S S I N G
1 19 19 11 9 19 19 9 14 7 = 118

I crumpled up the paper and threw it at Red's face before storming away.