"Secretary…" I clicked on the link to the job posting, bookmarking it into my browser. I was in a desperate need of a job- any job as long as it got my sorry ass off the chair in front of my computer, and made money to start paying my student loans.

I quickly applied filling in all the necessary information, attaching a resume and my cover letter to the online application. Most places didn't need cover letters, but knowing my luck, I provided one anyway. Extra work and effort never hurt anybody before, right? My phone rang multiple times during the entire time I was doing the application. I growled, picking up my phone. "What?"

"Did you forget, un?"

I literally smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. "I'm so sorry, Deidara, I got too caught up applying for a job." I sent in my application without double checking my information. No way I could mess up spelling my name and address anyway, pfft. I turned the computer monitor off, shoving the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I scuffled away, grabbing my coat and purse.

"Sounds like something you'd do… un. You owe me popcorn!" The dial tone pierced through my ear. I sighed, throwing my phone into my purse. I rushed downstairs after locking the door to my flat, nearly tripping a few times on the way down from the fourth floor of my apartment building. As usual, it smelled like the combination of a wet bus and leftover banana peels in a trash bin. But, eh, this was the smell of my home. Used to it.

I speed-walked a couple of blocks, almost breaking into a run for the bus. But if it's anything, Komorebi would never run for the bus.

Oh, Komorebi's me, though most people shorten it to something else in my name (I've gotten Komo, Rebi, More, and Kobi before). I thought it was a stupid name, but the people who had taken me away from my home had fell in love with it just as much as they had fell in love with me as they laid their eyes on the little devil child I was when I was younger.

"Komo-chan, your name is not stupid. Do you even know what it means?" I shook my 6 year old head. "It's a word describing the moment when the sun is filtered through a tree's leaves. Just like how you shine brightly no matter what you're going through."

Tch. Stupid meaning.

Bright was far from what I call myself.

I hopped up the stairs of the theatre after I zoomed off the bus, bumping into many people along the way. I muttered empty apologies and 'scuse me's, before I finally got to where Deidara was.

I waved at him, completely out of breath as I steadied my palms atop of my knees as I took a few deep breaths, completely panting. Gosh, I was so unfit.

"Geez, Komo, you're acting like you're 50 and can't run from point A to point B without having a fit, un."

I glared icicles at the blonde, his sheepish smile coming out to play. Boy, did I want to rip that mouth off him and throw it to the crazy dog living in the flat above mine. "I have mild asthma, you asshole." I wheezed as that came out.

Deidara reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a familiar purple circular object. "You left this at my store this morning, un."

I snatched my puffer away from him, nearly shoving the entire thing down my throat. After fifteen minutes of me calming down. "I hate you a lot of the times, but today you saved me." I dragged him up the escalators as Deidara handed me my ticket. "What do you want, fatty?"

"The usual." I nodded, my breath finally all caught up to my lungs. His usual was caramel and butter popcorn mixed into one bag with a giant blue slushie. I ordered a size up so the both of us could share. We walked towards the usher- some wrinkly old woman who looked like she was about to swallow her own dentures.

Her shaking hand took our tickets, ripping them carefully, said shaking hand returning them to us. "My, my, so nice to see such young love. You're making my heart pound!" She croaked.

We both exchanged looks before we both almost burst into laughter. "No, no, no. No way I'm dating him. We're just friends, Miss. He's basically a brother to me."

"So bashful!"

I don't think her hearing aid worked anymore. I left it as is, Deidara snickering at me while I glared at him some more. Maybe one day I'll actually stab him with my eyes. Why stop a man with one look when you can kill a man with one look instead?

I had met Deidara at the orphanage I was sent to. I was sent there because my parents couldn't afford me after their business had went bankrupt, though I wasn't sure about the entire story. I could barely remember what I ate in the morning today to know every little detail about my life. But I did remember meeting Deidara so clearly; he was the only one who didn't have a friend because all the kids didn't like him. He was mean, loud, and was basically the orphanage's bully. The kids would cry every time he was finished talking to them, or their face was black from some explosion or other. The orphanage caretakers shook their head at him; he was hopeless. Deidara had no remorse for the children he hurt.

Well, until I came and (kid)punched him in the jaw. The reason was because he took the doll my parents gave to me before I was moved out of my home and threw it into the sandbox. He tackled me in the sandbox, the kids screaming as they ran. One kid was crying, running up to the caretakers and sisters, informing them that there was some "rough-play" at hand. By the time they came to the sandbox, mine and Deidara's clothes were dirtied with wet sand, and the both of us were at each other's hair. Literally.

He was tugging on mine while I was tugging on his little pony tail. We both got serious detentions for it. We basically had clean up duty together, setting up the table together, gardening together, cleaning the chalkboard together. Whatever punishment you can think of, we did it. But the punishments had drew us closer together (well, me to him, he still didn't like me… I don't even know if he even likes me now…), and I had found out that he was the way he was because unlike a lot of the kids here, he was abandoned when he was born. He never knew his parents and had been in the orphanage all his life. He saw kids come and go, with no luck of finding foster parents because he was the abandoned one.

Lucky for him, I was as close to family as he could have gotten.

"Move your fatass, un." Yup.

I chuckled, moving a step up to the middle row of the cinema. We both sat down, settling in. This was how we spent our Tuesday nights together. Although I was going broke, I'd do anything to spend time with this little fucker once a week.

After all, he's my only family too.

Deidara and I had split our ways, Deidara headed towards the flats next door. Both of our buildings were mirrors of each other, the contractor cheesily naming this compound as "The Twins". Both apartments were identical in layout, but just separated into two different buildings. There were no elevators (the apartment was probably about 6 or 7 stories high), and it was one flat per floor.

We waved our goodbyes, exchanging goofy faces. We were definitely adults. I trudged up the stairs, getting pretty tired by the time I hit the first step of the fourth floor. God, I wish I could be fit.

I opened the door to my place, turning on the lights, and locking the door behind me. I slipped my shoes off, padding to my computer to turn the monitor on. After showering and cleaning myself up, I finally sat down in my (uncomfortable) chair, swiveling to look at the blue-ish monitor screen. It was an old computer, but it's not like I had enough money to buy the computer that I had wanted anyway.

I really needed this secretary job.

I saw the posting, and though not much was said about the responsibilities or the salary, I took the risk anyway. I shuffled through my browser pages, coming back to my application. I skimmed through, reading the files attached.

Oh.

Shit.

My eyes came across the title, "Stupid_Broke_Ass_needs_job_pleasE_ " for the .pdf file I uploaded for my cover letter. I widened my eyes, fully feeling the rush of red to my face. Had I really sent that as my cover letter instead of the other one? Shit, shit, shit… I probably ruined my own chances with this job, watching it head out the door with a two-finger salute in my head.

I slumped in my chair, murmuring to myself to try and calm the nerves. I was tired; I needed to sleep soon.

"It's ok, Komo, they'll see it tonight and forget about it tomorrow morning, throwing my application into their trash folder. No problemo, everything will be ay-okay!" I smiled to myself, nodding a few times for (my) reassurance.

Tomorrow would be a good day.

A/N:

Soooo, I haven't really written anything in a while. I've used Fanfiction back at around 2008, but I floated away from it doing other things and stuff. I've been recently getting back into the Shippuden arc because of reasons, so I got inspired (after lurking for so long in the Naruto section, shame on me really). Hopefully, this doesn't go to shit and uh yeah.

Thanks for taking the time to read! Favourite (if you don't want to send a review) so I know approximately how many people are reading!

I don't know where this is going yet, but I've got a lot of ideas about where I want to go with it.

Until next chapter,
Tofufuu

Edited (11/25/14): Cover art by Sakimi chan, all rights belong to her! Please find her on Facebook, Tumblr or Deviantart to fully see the piece! I have it as my desktop background, haha!