The Problems of Blind Love
AN: Omg...did I actually just update? I think I DID! Omg...Why? Well, i recently got another review on this story and it inspired me a bit. Got me on my feet. I guess not writing for a while has helped me gather some cool ideas for this chapter. I think all of you will like it! I'm so excited! ENJOY!
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Chapter 8- The Intrusion
"WhaAAATTT!" The loud voice radiated through the apartment building with incredible volume. Had it been a cartoon, things would have shattered. Heero held the letter in his hand, staring at it with eyes the size of golf balls. His astonishment was far more than evident in this reaction
"I've been…..FIRED?" Heero stumbled around his apartment, looking for somewhere to sit down. "I….I don't believe this…I haven't done…anything."
Disbelief pushed him onto his armchair. Why was this happening? He had been…the PERFECT employee. Why would he get fired?
It hit him. So hard. Like a wrecking ball when it destroys the side of 4-story building. Treize. There was not doubt about Treize's power. He could easily give false reports to the CEO about him. It was easy to say that Heero was as lazy as a sloth when it came to work. Incredulity turned immediately to fury.
Luckily for him, he was already ready for work, showered, wearing his suit. He could walk right in and get some explanations for this atrocious news.
As much as he hated Mondays, this one was turning out to be the worst. He pulled into the company parking lot, finding his parking space was taken. The sign that usually read Heero Yuy was missing. Angrily, he pulled into a guest space and stormed up the steps of the building. The security man at the door took one look at him and stepped in the way.
"Sorry sir, but you're not allowed to go inside."
Heero blinked. Then tried stepping aside. "You don't understand sir. I WORK here."
The security guard laughed. "According to Mr. Khushrenada you don't. I was informed to keep anyone looking like you OUT of the building, because you've been harassing the secretaries."
Heero let out a string of obscene noises, incomprehensible, yet you got the idea. People walking on the sidewalk stared at him. Then, an idea.
When the guard wasn't looking, Heero ducked behind cars, slowly making his way to the rear of the building.
Sometimes, when the lunchroom on his floor was too crowded, he took his lunch out the very back, in the alley where no one ever went. The door leading outside was old and rusted, never used except for the disposal of garbage and a break-time hang-out for the janitors. The door itself was attached to the oldest part of the building. The company slowly added on space and floors as more money was made, and pretty soon the area was deserted 85 of the time. As Heero approached the door, he ducked behind the huge garbage bin which smelt like wet paper and rotting food. Mud squished on his shoes. The area seemed to retain moisture even on the hottest days. A rat scurried out from beneath the bin. There was obviously no one there.
He crept to the door. The first thing he had to do was disable the security camera. With the age of the section of building, the security system also lacked. It was an old camera, focus adjusted on the lens. It was in plain view for anyone and if Heero had something to stand on, he would have been able to reach it.
But he didn't. He looked around for something to use. More mud splattered on his nice shoes. He cursed…the thought of something.
He bent over and grabbed a handful of the muck, grimacing as it slid and squished through his fingers and worked its way under his fingernails. He stood still where he was, still out of the camera's sights, took aim and flung.
Sludge flew through the air and landed flat against the camera lens with a slap. He yelped in triumph and quickly ran towards the door. He only had a small amount of time, until the mud slide from the smooth camera lens and made him visible once more. He looked at the rusted door, studying its aspects. He found a spot where it was the most corrosion was gathered and kicked at it. Within seconds it crumbled and he was able to reach through with his arm. Blindly, he searched for the handle and turned it when he found it. The door swung open with a creak.
Heero 2. Company 0.
He dashed through the hallways. If he was fast enough, the security camera would only catch his image for a few second. He knew for a fact that there were well over 50 screens in the security room, with one guard monitoring them at all times. The chance of the guard looking at the same screen just as he appeared in it was very low. Even if a guard DID see him, it would take him forever to actually call out for backup. By then, he would be up on top floor, strangling Treize with his own necktie. Besides, the guard was probably sleeping or reading a romance novel disguised as a War biography.
Heero made his way through the maze of hallways. The lower floors were very confusing. There were doors everywhere, unlabeled and identical. There were no signs. The people who worked there were extremely boring, and could barely carry on a conversation with anyone other than themselves. They tended to be weirdoes with slow IQ's and droning voices. Heero hoped to whatever lord was watching down on him that he would not run into one.
Finally, at the end of a dank hallway, he saw a door. The glass window on it showed stairs lingering behind it and he dashed down the hallway faster than he thought possible. But, as he reached the door, he heard a shout.
"YOU! STOP!"
Heero didn't have time to freeze up. He had come too far and was way too angry to give up now. He tried the handle. Locked, as he would have suspected. The auto locking system would have kicked in as soon as a guard flipped the switch, upon seeing his face.
The men were running down the hallway towards him. There was no time left. He didn't know what to do.
Taking one last longing look at the door, Heero fled down another hallway. There had to be another way upstairs. The elevators weren't an option at all. They were too slow and there was too great a chance he would run into somebody. Not to mention they were on permanent lockdown as well.
It was amazing, the lengths Treize would go to to keep Heero from the building. There had to be another staircase somewhere.
The other men's footsteps faded, as did their shouts. He was losing them! His heart wept with joy. Not to be overcome, he kept running. One hallway. Then another. He started trying doors. One of them HAD to still be open. Sure, as soon as he'd been spotted, Treize would have gone on the PA, announcing everyone to lock their doors and forbid anyone entrance.
Someone on the lower floors had to have ignored it.
It seemed his guardian angel had been looking after him. On the 19th door he tried, it clicked open. Someone obviously was careless and didn't lock the door the whole way. He burst into the room with a shout, throwing himself inside and slamming the door behind him.
An older man was sitting on the floor, startled and frightened by his intrusion.
He was a small man, Round face, balding with big round glasses perched on his cherry nose. He wore a grey suit with yellowing armpits. He cowered behind his desk as Heero searched the small room.
"y-you're the one….that t-they're l-looking for. The psycho…" The man stopped as Heero glared at him.
"I didn't say you could talk." Heero said sharply. "You just shut up. If I hear you talk, I will put you in the hospital. If you even think about calling for help, I'll …do worse."
There wasn't much in the tiny office. A desk, a bookshelf and a small telephone. On the desk was a stack of papers and a blotter that looked absolutely ancient.
Heero went to the bookshelf and opened covers, throwing books and things on the floor. He picked up the large brass bookend, shaped like a book itself. It would be useful…
He took a deep breath then went to the door again. He turned and looked at the man, then to the phone. He lifted up the bookend and brought it down hard on the phone and its resting place. The thing shattered and sparked. For good measure, he pulled the cord out of the socket.
"Just in case." Heero smirked then dashed out the door.
He backtracked his steps before, just hoping he was going the right way. Again, luck was with him. The staircase loomed. He was more cautious this time, inching his way in its direction. No guards to be seen. He held the large bookend like a sword, reading to swing it in the direction of anyone who approached him.
No one came close.
His main idea was to throw the bookend at the glass, shattering it. But would it be enough?
He stood back from the door. He found that shot-put, in high school, had been very easy for him. He never saw a use for it in the real world. Until now, that is.
He took three running steps, turned and threw, with all of his might. The bookend hit the door with a smash, window bursting into a thousand pieces.
Heero 4. Building 0.
He ran to the door, stuck his arm through the hole and turned the knob from the other side. Grabbing the bookend, he dashed up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. 2nd floor. 10th floor. Finally…14th floor. The floor he worked on. He smashed through the window and kicked open the door. People peeked out of their cubicles, looks of horror and shock went around as he dashed his way in the direction of Treize's office.
Wufei appeared from his cubicle and shouted behind him. "Heero! What are you doing?"
But Heero didn't answer. Heero had barged into Trieze's office, slamming the door behind him. The room was empty. He walked in further, up to the huge oak desk.
Suddenly, there was clapping behind him.
"Oh, well done Heero, well done. For a long time there, I thought you were as good as caught. But I underestimated you. A mistake I will not duplicate after tonight."
Heero turned around slowly. "Treize." He snarled. "What is the meaning of all of this?"
"What do you mean? The getting fired, the high security measures, or the lockout? What does it matter? You seem to be able to overcome everything."
"What is the meaning of everything? I don't understand. I have been nothing but a hardworking, dedicated employee to this company. I don't deserve this kind of treatment."
Treize laughed. "Oh I know. You don't need to keep saying it. Why do you think I fired you in the first place? And since this is between you and me, and you won't be coming back here, I can tell you exactly what is going on." The older man walked behind his desk and sat down. "Perfect customer relations. Courteous and polite to underclassmen and upperclassmen. Though, the only upperclassmen you have are Mr. Big-shot CEO and I. Organized, work perfect. Everything is PERFECT!" He screamed. "How long did you honestly think I was going to keep you around, especially with a record like that? Before I would have known it, you would have taken my place and soon become head of this company after the old man retired. I just couldn't have that. Not after all that I've worked for."
He sneered. "Heh, with you gone, I might even get a piece of that nice intern friend of yours. You won't be around to protect him anymore. OOH! And Chang as well. I've always fancied that boy. He's just so pretty, you know? So for me, with you gone, I get everything I want. Seniority and two hot asses at my feet."
"Treize. If you think I'm going to relent that easily, you're sadly mistaken."
"No no, my dearest Heero. It is YOU who is mistaken. There is no flaw in this plan. I've even made up a fake record for you, so that Mr. Hamilton will see just what you've been doing while he was away. So…if you have nothing more to say, please leave my office."
Heero slammed the bookend down on the table, leaving a great dent in the polished wood. Treize's eyebrow lifted in amusement.
"You WON'T get away with this!" Heero shouted.
"On the contrary Heero," Treize said softly. "I already have." He waved a finger and two bulky security guards walked through the door, grabbing Heero by both arms and dragging him out of the office, kicking and screaming.
TBC
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