Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Life Game ❯ Organize this ( Chapter 2 )

Life Game

Bella - yay, 2nd chapter. I rule

Ken - im so not believeing that.

Davis - She doesnt own digimon.

Bella - I will!

Daisuke's eyes were heavy as he sat in his office. He had stayed up most of last night planning and then just surfed the net for the hell of it, not the smartest idea but, then Daisuke wasn't the smartest person either. His secretary walked in, she was a petite and short girl with black hair was always in two plaits down her back.

"Late night?" She said disapprovingly as she dumped some folders onto his desk. "You have go through the forms I filled in and sign this by lunch time, and this, has to be ready over if you want to re-open up the club on the other side of town." She flicked a pile of papers on top of the folders. Daisuke looked at it, this would have to be the worst part of maintaining a respectable public face in business, all his legal enterprises (night clubs and malls) seemed to have triple the paper work.

"Anything else Saya?" He asked, seriously considering torching the lot. His pretty secretary looked at him with her cool aqua marine eyes.

"That worm-monkey you hired hasn't come in yet, and Santino's guns finally got to him." She looked at the remaining papers in her hands. "It seems that our delivery man was getting paid to be wrong."

"It wont happen again?" Saya shook her head, a smug smile graced her lips.

"I think not." She walked out and Daisuke shrugged, wondering which of his men he would never see again, then looked out the window. The weather was clearing up, which was good, the Dirts was shitty when it was wet, plus he didn't fancy having to scale walls and the such in the rain. A blue car sped into the parking lot of his office building and pulled up, a man leant over and kissed the driver the got out of the car and shut the door. He gave a final wave as the car smoked up the back tires the sped off again, spinning out slightly as it got back onto the main street. Then he walked towards the building.

Tai hung his jacket up in the lobby and nodded at the receptionist.

"You're late worm-monkey." She said without looking up, Tai shrugged.

"Yeah, Saya, I know. He in?" Saya nodded and started typing on her computer. Tai knocked cautiously on his boss' door. A muffled 'come in' sounded and he opened it, feeling rather anxious. A week after he'd began working at this nightclub he'd been invited downtown to here, where he met his boss, and where he found a new means of support. The dark side of Daisuke's business was a thriving trade and with in a month Tai had found himself promoted from serving drinks in a nightclub, earning chicken shit, to transporting guns and other delicacies, earning a much more appreciated salary. But he had of course heard of the boss' quick silver temper and his some what dubious past, though he hadnt come in close contact with either.

Daisuke was sitting on his chair, one of those expensive leather ones that spin around. To Tai's surprise, Daisuke spun around twice on his chair, in a slow child like manner.

"I always wanted one of these chairs." He muttered as he still and motioned for Tai to sit down.

"Did she come with the car or later?" He asked amused, and Tai was reminded that his boss was at least 3 years younger than himself.

"Huh?"

"Your girlfriend."

"Oh, Sora, No. No thats her car." Tai grinned and blushed slightly, great, he'd seen her smoking up in the parking lot.

"Sora, new car." Daisuke said with a familiarity that made Tai wonder.

"Yeah, its been in the works for about a year. Do you know her?" The younger boy shook his head.

"Not really. She wouldn't know me. Last time I saw her, she knocked some guys front teeth out, broke his nose and sped off in that little white piece of trash she used to love. What happened to it?" Tai sat silent, stunned.

"Uhh. She wrote it off when someone cut her brakes." Daisuke raised his eyebrows at Tai.

"Bummer." Tai nodded, wondering what was with all this buddy - buddy talk all of the sudden. "Right. Tai, I'm not going to be here for the next week. Something come up that I've got to tie up some loose ends.." Tai wondered whether Daisuke had been hired to kill someone, every so often he left for a couple of days, or a week or two and Tai was left in charge.

"I need you to get someone to take care of the payer. Saya says that the snitch has been handled, so we needn't worry about that." Tai nodded, thinking of who he could get to change the mind and if need be kill the person who had paid to screw up Daisuke's orders.

"Anything else?" Tai asked. Daisuke looked up at him, he looked rather bewildered.

"The Dirts are next week arent they?" Tai started.

"Uhh, yeah." The red headed boy nodded.

"You can go." Tai stood and left the room. He knew his boss had no family, he had been just some street kid who had more ambition than the rest, but secretly, Tai was sure Daisuke was going crazy with all the self imposed solitude he was suffering.

"Im leaving." Daisuke said to Saya as he walked out of the building. She stood and stalked after him.

"Where exactly are you going?" Daisuke shook his head and unlocked his car.

"Away." Daisuke opened his door. "Far away." He tried to get into his car, but Saya pushed her hands against the door.

"What happened to your face?" Daisuke frowned.

"What?" Her hand went up to his eye and Daisuke flinched back.

"Its going black. Who hit you?" The boy pulled away from her and forcefully opened his door and squeezed in.

"Its nothing" he said and shut the door. Daisuke pulled out of the car lot and started driving. God he hated the Ichijouji's. He had got caught up with the two adults when he was younger, and their only son Osamu had beaten himself to a bloody pulp. God he wasn't looking forward to tonight.

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Short chapter, simply because i want to leave the breaking in, into one chapter, so here i cut it. I hope you enjoyed.