Chapter Six:
Irish Creme
"Morning, Yuy-kun."
"Ohayo, Sempai!"
"Lookin' good, Boss."
"I need a raise, Yuy..."
"Yuy-sempai! Oh Yuy-sempai!!!"
Heero Yuy entered W/C Productions Friday morning (lets say its about three days after Heero and Duo hooked up), accepting the greetings of various employees and secretaries. Except for one. That last one called in a grating voice that made his ears bleed.
"Yuy-sempai, what do you think of this dress?" Relena Darlian said, shoving a catalogue into his face. Heero's Prussian blue eyes crossed for a moment before he focused enough to realize he was looking at a wedding dress catalogue.
"I don't care about dresses, Darlian-san. Can you please remove the magazine from my face?" Heero said calmly. He had promised Quatre that he wouldn't cause any trouble this week. The other executives weren't happy with the interruption of their meeting the other day.
"But Yuy-sempai, I have to know what you think!" Relena whined.
"Why should it matter? It's only clothes. And who's getting married anyway?" Heero said, continuing toward the elevator that would take him to the seventh floor, the main executive branch of W/C Productions.
"We are, Yuy-sempai! Don't you remember?" Relena asked. But Heero wasn't listening. A gray haze had come over his vision as he'd heard her speak the words. He may have only known her a week but the mere thought of marrying her made his world tilt on the wrong axis.
"Wha-what are you talking about?" Heero demanded, turning on the oblivious girl. Several secretaries, including Patricia (from earlier, ch 1) moved forward to hear better.
"Well, I came to visit you in the hospital. You looked like you were sleeping but I know you were just pretending to trick me. Funny joke," Relena grinned. "Anyway, I asked you if you would marry me so that I may cook for you every day. You replied, "Anything, Kami-sama, if you would only make the demon girl leave me be." You said we were going to get married." Relena grinned.
Heero remembered it now. He'd been sleeping, and had a slight fever. When he'd heard Relena's voice his subconscious had freaked and began to mumble stuff. Heero would have agreed to murder to get away from her.
"Gomen ne, Darlian-san, but I had a high fever at the time and obviously didn't know what I was talking about," Heero said, moving to pass her. "Now if you will excuse me?" Heero had almost made his escape when Relena laughed gaily.
"Oh, Yuy-sempai, you can stop pretending. You may call me Relena, and we can name our first child Heero Jr. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" she continued. She obviously didn't notice Heero's eyebrow beginning to twitch as if he'd developed a massive itch. Luckily Patricia Armond noticed the signs of extreme stress and lost patience, and stepped in before her friend and boss lost it.
"Yuy-kun, Quatre-sama wants to see you. Something about an emergency meeting with the other heads and executives," she said, handing the hassled man a slip of paper. "He should be in Conference Room 6." She pushed Heero toward the elevator, thrust a cup of coffee into his hands (decaf of course), and pressed the up button. "I'll have Trowa bring your lunch up later, Yuy-kun. Ja!"
"Arigato, Patti," Heero whispered, waving at her once before the elevator doors closed. He sighed and tried to get his bearings. When he was feeling a little less suicidal, he looked down at the note in his hand. It was quickly scribbled in Trowa's handwriting. 'I'll be in late today, Yuy-kun. Meeting in Con Rm 6 about Lizbeth's movie. Everyone will be there. Watch out for Darlian-san. Ja ne,' it said. So the meetings about the actors for the movie Duo's in? Interesting, Heero thought.
The chime of the elevator reaching the sixth floor drew Heero from his thoughts, and he stepped out onto the floor. The door to the conference room could be seen, already open, people going in and out. Heero walked down the long isle to the conference room, passing the cubicles of the secretaries for the executives on this floor. The first one was a woman with dark purplish hair and dark blue eyes. She was older than most of the secretaries by a few years, and by far wiser.
"Ohayo, Noin-san. Is Zechs in the meeting?" Heero asked the woman. She smiled at him.
"Ohayo, Yuy-kun. Merquise-kun is already in there, as well as Quatre-sama and Chang-sama," she replied. "They are expecting you."
"Hai. See you later," Heero answered, moving on. The next person was a young man with short blond hair and nondescript brown eyes. He was Une's secretary, and every one called him 'Soshin', or 'foreigner'. Soshin, (his real name was Edward Williams), was from good ole Canada. Despite being a foreigner, he knew Japanese and worked well with Une, the executive everyone considered a secretary's worst nightmare. Une had Multiple Personality Syndrome, and tended to get a little scary sometimes.
"Ohayo, Soshin-kun," Heero said, waving at the man. Soshin simply waved back and continued to work. If he finished early then Une had no reason to go into scary mode today.
The other secretaries that Heero had expected to meet there were either on other floors or coming down with their bosses. Heero entered the conference room. The room was long and rectangular, with a large table in the center that seated a dozen. Quatre-sama already sat at the head. Chang-sama was standing beside the blond discussing something and Merquise-kun sat in his respective seat listening to what was being said. Near the end of the table sat a woman with brown blond hair, gray violet eyes that slanted down much like Wufei's, and her hair styled uniquely in two large twists. It was Chang-sama's secretary, Sally Po.
"Morning, Yuy-kun."
"Ohayo, Sempai!"
"Lookin' good, Boss."
"I need a raise, Yuy..."
"Yuy-sempai! Oh Yuy-sempai!!!"
Heero Yuy entered W/C Productions Friday morning (lets say its about three days after Heero and Duo hooked up), accepting the greetings of various employees and secretaries. Except for one. That last one called in a grating voice that made his ears bleed.
"Yuy-sempai, what do you think of this dress?" Relena Darlian said, shoving a catalogue into his face. Heero's Prussian blue eyes crossed for a moment before he focused enough to realize he was looking at a wedding dress catalogue.
"I don't care about dresses, Darlian-san. Can you please remove the magazine from my face?" Heero said calmly. He had promised Quatre that he wouldn't cause any trouble this week. The other executives weren't happy with the interruption of their meeting the other day.
"But Yuy-sempai, I have to know what you think!" Relena whined.
"Why should it matter? It's only clothes. And who's getting married anyway?" Heero said, continuing toward the elevator that would take him to the seventh floor, the main executive branch of W/C Productions.
"We are, Yuy-sempai! Don't you remember?" Relena asked. But Heero wasn't listening. A gray haze had come over his vision as he'd heard her speak the words. He may have only known her a week but the mere thought of marrying her made his world tilt on the wrong axis.
"Wha-what are you talking about?" Heero demanded, turning on the oblivious girl. Several secretaries, including Patricia (from earlier, ch 1) moved forward to hear better.
"Well, I came to visit you in the hospital. You looked like you were sleeping but I know you were just pretending to trick me. Funny joke," Relena grinned. "Anyway, I asked you if you would marry me so that I may cook for you every day. You replied, "Anything, Kami-sama, if you would only make the demon girl leave me be." You said we were going to get married." Relena grinned.
Heero remembered it now. He'd been sleeping, and had a slight fever. When he'd heard Relena's voice his subconscious had freaked and began to mumble stuff. Heero would have agreed to murder to get away from her.
"Gomen ne, Darlian-san, but I had a high fever at the time and obviously didn't know what I was talking about," Heero said, moving to pass her. "Now if you will excuse me?" Heero had almost made his escape when Relena laughed gaily.
"Oh, Yuy-sempai, you can stop pretending. You may call me Relena, and we can name our first child Heero Jr. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" she continued. She obviously didn't notice Heero's eyebrow beginning to twitch as if he'd developed a massive itch. Luckily Patricia Armond noticed the signs of extreme stress and lost patience, and stepped in before her friend and boss lost it.
"Yuy-kun, Quatre-sama wants to see you. Something about an emergency meeting with the other heads and executives," she said, handing the hassled man a slip of paper. "He should be in Conference Room 6." She pushed Heero toward the elevator, thrust a cup of coffee into his hands (decaf of course), and pressed the up button. "I'll have Trowa bring your lunch up later, Yuy-kun. Ja!"
"Arigato, Patti," Heero whispered, waving at her once before the elevator doors closed. He sighed and tried to get his bearings. When he was feeling a little less suicidal, he looked down at the note in his hand. It was quickly scribbled in Trowa's handwriting. 'I'll be in late today, Yuy-kun. Meeting in Con Rm 6 about Lizbeth's movie. Everyone will be there. Watch out for Darlian-san. Ja ne,' it said. So the meetings about the actors for the movie Duo's in? Interesting, Heero thought.
The chime of the elevator reaching the sixth floor drew Heero from his thoughts, and he stepped out onto the floor. The door to the conference room could be seen, already open, people going in and out. Heero walked down the long isle to the conference room, passing the cubicles of the secretaries for the executives on this floor. The first one was a woman with dark purplish hair and dark blue eyes. She was older than most of the secretaries by a few years, and by far wiser.
"Ohayo, Noin-san. Is Zechs in the meeting?" Heero asked the woman. She smiled at him.
"Ohayo, Yuy-kun. Merquise-kun is already in there, as well as Quatre-sama and Chang-sama," she replied. "They are expecting you."
"Hai. See you later," Heero answered, moving on. The next person was a young man with short blond hair and nondescript brown eyes. He was Une's secretary, and every one called him 'Soshin', or 'foreigner'. Soshin, (his real name was Edward Williams), was from good ole Canada. Despite being a foreigner, he knew Japanese and worked well with Une, the executive everyone considered a secretary's worst nightmare. Une had Multiple Personality Syndrome, and tended to get a little scary sometimes.
"Ohayo, Soshin-kun," Heero said, waving at the man. Soshin simply waved back and continued to work. If he finished early then Une had no reason to go into scary mode today.
The other secretaries that Heero had expected to meet there were either on other floors or coming down with their bosses. Heero entered the conference room. The room was long and rectangular, with a large table in the center that seated a dozen. Quatre-sama already sat at the head. Chang-sama was standing beside the blond discussing something and Merquise-kun sat in his respective seat listening to what was being said. Near the end of the table sat a woman with brown blond hair, gray violet eyes that slanted down much like Wufei's, and her hair styled uniquely in two large twists. It was Chang-sama's secretary, Sally Po.