Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sasae motte Touhou ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

JoeysGal: One review, woohoo!! Well I'm glad SOME ONE likes it!! Lol. Werewolfgirl3, thank you so much for taking the time to review ^_^ I have thought about your proposal, and you are probably right. I think I will reveal her name toward the end… Do you have any ideas as to a cool anti-Mary Sue name??? I'm open to ideas from anyone!

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I do this only because I love writing fan fiction and do not make any profits off of it.

 

 

“Sasae motte Touhou”

Written and edited by: JoeysGal

Type: It's just a story.

Genre: Romance/Comedy, mainly.

Rating: If you think you're old enough to handle foul language and a bit of smut, be my guest.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

 

 

**

 

The following morning proved to be a challenge for me. I was feeling a little woozy from the quantity of wine I had consumed last night, and having to get out of bed at 6am with a mild hangover knowing I had a full day's work ahead of me didn't go down so well. Thankfully, after a shower and stepping out to face a warm, definitely springy day, my spirits seemed to lighten.
 
The air was thick with sakura tree blossoms as I strolled through the concrete jungle known as Domino to my workplace in the centre of town. It was probably a good thing that I lived close to my work; everything I needed, in fact, was close by. I'd grown quite accustomed to my little apartment that I had lived in since I had moved to Japan; it was like my baby, my sanctuary from the hectic lifestyle I had learned to endure. Admittedly, life back in New Zealand was a lot more laid back, but I liked it here. It pained me a little, knowing that I would be leaving soon, but that didn't mean I couldn't come back if things didn't work out.
 
It was Friday, which usually meant it would be busy at work, but for some reason, this week it was exactly the opposite to that. I quite enjoyed it when we had the rare occasion of a quiet Friday. A green tea first thing after I got to work seemed to have cleared the haze in my head and settled my stomach, and by the afternoon I was feeling as good as new again.
 
"So," Hiromi said to me, around about 3pm. "How did it go last night?"
 
I frowned to myself. Hiromi was always up for some form of gossip. "'It' went fine." I replied, declining to elaborate.
 
"What did you talk about? Is he nice? Did you... you know?!" Hiromi started to get carried away; her cheeks were becoming flushed with excitement.
 
"For God's sake, Hiromi!" I yelled, embarrassed. "It was just dinner. Nothing more, nothing less. And yes, he is nice. He's lovely, in fact. Nicer than everyone seems to make him out to be, anyway."
 
"He must like you." she said. "Do you think he's looking for a girlfriend?"
 
"How the hell should I know?" I replied. "It's not like we talked about that sort of thing, at all. It wasn't a romantic dinner, if that's what you're thinking."
 
"Why else would he ask you out to dinner?" Hiromi countered. "Men don't ask women out just because they want to be friends."
 
My plan to avoid the topic of working for Kaiba was about to crash and burn, I realised. "Why don't you ask him, if you're so intent on finding out why?"
 
Suddenly the phone rang, so I jumped at the chance to escape Hiromi's conversation spider web that she had caught me in. "Good afternoon, Yokita Takenouchi and Co."
 
"You sound different on the phone."
 
Tingles immediately erupted in my stomach as his chilly voice resonated in my ear. "How'd you know it was me?"
 
"Your accent."
 
I laughed fretfully, feeling foolish. "Did you want to speak to Yokita-san?"
 
"No, actually it is you that I want to speak to." He replied. "I wanted to let you know that I have got an employment contract drafted up for you to have a look at."
 
"Oh... That was fast." I said, not really sure what else to say.
 
"I'm tied up today and Saturday, but I'm free on Sunday if you'd like to do lunch."
 
Oh my God. I thought. Again? "Sure." I said, feigning confidence. "What time and where?"
 
"Make it 1pm at the Odaiba Estate Sakura Gardens."
 
Are you going to ask me to dress nicely this time, too? I thought about saying, but held my tongue. "Alright..." I agreed, slightly stricken. The Odaiba Gardens were one of the most sacred in the country, and had a beautiful traditional tea house nestled in amongst the trees. "I'll see you there at 1 on Sunday."
 
"I don't have to ask you to dress nicely this time, do I?"
 
I couldn't restrain my amusement this time and laughed with childish abandon; it was like he'd read my mind a few seconds earlier. "And why's that? What if I'm secretly a closet-Goth?"
 
"I doubt that," He replied, and I could hear the smile hidden in his voice. "You don't wear that much eyeliner, last time I checked."
 
I blushed to what felt like my hairline. "I didn't know you checked out the amount of makeup I wear."
 
"Let's just say I have an eye for detail." He said. "I have to go; I'll see you on Sunday."
 
"Okay," I replied, feeling a little lightheaded. "See you then."
 
"Have a nice day." Then, dial tone.
 
After hanging up the phone, I once again morphed into zombie mode, only this time it was my keyboard that I was transfixed upon. Hiromi must have known that something was up, as I had - without realising it - just conversed with Kaiba in English for the entire phone call. It wasn't often that I spoke my first language - at least not at work. I got the impression that Yokita-san felt inferior to me when I did, as he wasn't able to understand me. In retrospect, it was probably a good thing that I had spoken English just then, as Hiromi wouldn't have been able to understand, either. The less she knew, the better.
 
The rest of the afternoon was spent doing light filing, and since we were quiet, I was allowed to go home a half hour early. I stopped in at McDonalds on the way home, knowing that there wasn't a bite to eat in the house except for maybe yesterday's sushi, which wasn't terribly appealing for a Friday night dinner. After finishing off my McChicken Burger combo - which didn't taste nearly as good as it did at home - I extracted a (small) bottle of Japanese plum wine from my cabinet and nursed it for a while, watching TV, trying to dispel the thoughts of Seto Kaiba from my mind.
  

**

 

"I have something really big to tell you."
 
"You're pregnant?"
 
"Jesus, no!" I laughed. "Have you any idea how long it's been since I've been laid?"
 
"Not since Katsuo, I bet." Seisaki replied, sucking on her cigarette.
 
Currently Seisaki - the girl whom had landed me my current job - and I were lunching at an upmarket cafe in central Domino late on a Saturday afternoon. It was a hot day, not a cloud in the sky, and the same weather was forecast for tomorrow - Sunday, or, as I had come to calling it, Doomsday.
 
"You're right about that," I muttered. "Anyway, do you want to hear it, or not?"
 
"I'm not stopping you."
 
I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I had dinner with Seto Kaiba on Thursday night."
 
"Bullshit." She stated, matter-of-factly.
 
"Knew you wouldn't believe me!"
 
"How did you come to have a dinner date with Seto Kaiba?"
 
"He's a new client of Yokita's." I replied. "And, he wants me to work for him."
 
Seisaki shot me a disbelieving glance, flicking her cigarette butt away. "Work for him? So then, why'd he take you out for dinner?"
 
"I don't really know..." I replied, still genuinely unsure about that. "It was kind of like an interview. I guess he must have thought I was good for the job, because we're having lunch tomorrow so I can have a look at my new contract."
 
"Too much," she said. "Are you going to take the job?"
 
"I think I'd be stupid not to," I said, sipping my coffee. "He's offering me double of what I'm on now."
 
"Shut up!" Seisaki shrieked, mouth hanging open. "Seriously?"
 
"That's what he said..."
 
"Kami, you are lucky. You are so damned lucky. What I'd give to get into that guy's pants..."
 
"Hey," I said sharply. "No-one is getting into anyone's pants, here. These... 'meetings' I guess you'd call them, are just so I can get my new job sorted out."
 
"So why hasn't he just asked you to come into his office? Literally, come."
 
"Mind out of the gutter please, Seisaki." I giggled. "I asked him the same thing. He's too busy during business hours to deal with stuff like hiring new staff.  Usually he'd get his secretary to do it, but that's the position I'm applying for, so he kind of had to do it himself."
 
"I guess that's believable." Seisaki said, still sounding a little doubtful. "Where are you going for lunch tomorrow?"
 
"The Odaiba Estate Sakura Gardens."
 
"Get out of town!"
 
"Uh, no." I said. "That's really where we're going."
 
"What are you going to wear?"
 
I froze. "Shit,"
 
"You haven't thought about it yet?! You're gonna have to find something nice, you know."
 
That was one thing that had I had completely not thought of. What was I going to wear?! "You got anything I could borrow?"
 
"Don't be a tight-ass," Seisaki said, rolling her eyes. "Let's just go shopping. We've got all day, don't we?"
 
"Yeah, but I'm broke."
 
"Credit card?"
 
"It's evil."
 
"But useable!" Seisaki said enthusiastically. "I know a place that sells rip-off designer couture; let's go."
 
And, without more ado, we left.

**

 

JoeysGal: To make this fic seem a little realistic, I thought I'd throw in some OCs to make it seem like she actually does have a life… unlike most Mary Sues… not that she's a Mary Sue right?!! *sweat drop*