Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Ties ❯ I've Just Seen A Face ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Blood Ties: I’ve Just Seen a Face

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Sunari growled, checking the time. 8:15…damn her sister and her annoying need to talk! She had never been late a day in her life and today was the worst possible day for that to occur. She had an important meeting to attend promptly at 8:30 and this man wasn’t going to wait for a woman who apparently couldn’t tell the time. She quickly parked her car in its designated parking spot and rushed out of it. Smoothing out her pink and purple plaid skirt she paused a moment to look down at her shoes. The black three inch heels that buckled on the side definitely weren’t the right shoes. It spoke ‘professional slut’. Today, they would just have to do.

The air conditioning blasted in her face, blowing her hair all around her. She wanted to cry. She had spent forty five minutes straightening her hair, brushing it down and making it shine. Now it was in shambles. First on her list of priorities; get that damned thing fixed. “Well if it isn’t Ms. Tenure; don’t you look adorable?”

Sunari glared down at her assistant, clipboard in hands. Her hair had been thrown up in a neat bun; neat was something she did well when she attempted to do so. There were perks to having a best friend that worked for you…and then there were the downsides. “Don’t make me hurt you, Sabryiel. Has Mr. Yukaito started the meeting yet?”

Sabryiel pushed her glasses further up her nose and shook her head. “No, they’re still waiting for the Director of Medicine to arrive. They swore she said she’d be here bright and early this morning.”

Sunari ignored Sabryiel. “I know, I’m late…it was a long night.”

Sabryiel grinned. “Yes, I gathered as much.”

Sunari pushed past the questions that arose at the obvious underlying meaning in her statement. “How’s it looking?”

The petit woman sighed. “The y way things are going right now it’s looking like you’re going to have to let some people go.”

Sunari walked on, a knot in her stomach. That was not good news. The budget cut was making her job more difficult than she had intended. With the economy as broken as it was becoming, they had less money to pay for the necessary expenditures. That meant less money to pay her employee’s. She had already taken two pay cuts. If only humans were more aware of the bigger picture all around them; that there was more to their universe than just their world…

“…Unari. Hey, snap out of it.” Sunari turned her gaze to Sabryiel. When had they arrived at the meeting? She felt very uncomfortable where her state of being was concerned. It was nearly that time of month…she shrugged it off. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, just off in my own little world today. Let’s just get this over with…”

The meeting had been going on for some time now. Sabryiel was getting restless sitting at Sunari’s side; taking notes. Or rather, doodling. Mr. Yukaito’s assistant had been casting her naughty glares all morning. She shuddered. She thought back to earlier this morning, when that stunning man had come in asking for Sunari. His very being made her feel like she was in the presence of someone powerful. Behind the desk her knees went weak. There was no way she was going to send him away. Sunari had let too many good men come and go. That much was obvious. No one was a virgin at 26 anymore.

Plus he had come bearing gifts; a dozen white roses with a card tucked in the middle and a small container that he insisted needed to be frozen. Albeit that was a little odd, Sabryiel showed him into Sunari’s office and placed the container in the freezer. Sunari’s sudden movement brought Sabryiel back to a hostile reality. There was a fire in her best friend’s eyes. One she had only come to experience in the rarest moments of her life. “Mr. Yukaito I have expended every effort available to me. I have tried to reason, bargain and even, I dare say it, outwit you. I am at a loss. Do you really have such little human compassion left in you?”

Sabryiel fought not to drag Sunari out of the room and beat her senseless. Yukaito was a powerful man and Sunari was risking her job; blatantly so. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice. There is no room in this line of work to make friends. You make money. You’re a good employee. Hiring you to run this place was one of the best decisions I ever made. I don’t know how it is in America, Sunari. But if they train their people to disrespect their authority than I am certainly glad I have never been there.”

Sunari was shaking; fuming with anger and tears unshed. Sabryiel stood quickly, putting her pen behind her ear. “I believe that’s enough for one day, don’t you think Sunari. If a decision has been reached, I believe we will take our leave now. Safe travels Mr. Yukaito.” Grabbing Sunari’s arm, she began pulling her out of the room.

“Ms. Brightmoore,” Sunari stopped in her tracks. “I am sorry for any distress I have caused you. I do, however, expect a list of prospective employee’s by next week. Am I understood?”

Sunari nodded, “yes.”

The old man waved Sabryiel off, taking a very depressed Sunari with her.


Sunari slammed her office door, tears running down her face. What a day this was turning out to be. She had come to the conclusion that said shoes were bad luck. How could that asshole expect her to fire good people? People she had known for years now. She knew their kids and their nieces and nephews. She knew their troubles and their pains; even attended weddings, birthdays and funerals. She slumped down in her chair, shoving her face in her hands.

The smell of fresh flowers floated around her. She sniffled, trying to clear her sinuses. Looking up she saw the roses, sitting pristine and vibrant in the beautiful crystal vase. She reached in, cutting herself on one of the thorns in her attempt to retrieve the card. She recoiled, taking the card with her. “Ouch.” She stuck her finger in her mouth to suck on it. She made quick work of the card with one hand and throwing the tattered paper into the waste bin beside her. It read:

‘I hope this card finds you well. I’m sorry about my insensitive words last night; I don’t do well under pressure. I would like to make it up to you. Go out with me tonight?’

She read and re-read the card over and over again. She had to admit, his penmanship was rather lovely. Below his name sat his number. Slamming her head down on the desk, she groaned. A man who sensitive and hard to resist; how could she say no to that?