Gift Fic Sunnylore: KHR: Something Corporate
Title: Something Corporate
Fandom: KHR AU-ish/TYL ages
Rating: NC-17/Smut is the goal, but it will slowly build up so...PG-13/T for now?
Pairings: (oh boy where do I start?) Gokudera/Haru over all, smattering of HibariChromeMukuro for my amusement, TsunaKyoko, HanaRyohei, and so on.
Word Count: 1929
Notes: I know this was supposed to stay anon-but I couldn't resist since I knew who requested this and that her half-birthday was coming up. I'll try to post a chapter a day, right up until the twenty-sixth day of July. I'm not very good with drawing out sexual tension for chapter after chapter but I'll try to make this as frustratingly drawn out and the ending satisfactory.
So, happy half-birthday Sunny, I hope you enjoy your gift and grow to love it more as it's delivered in installments.
Chapter 1
First Impression
Hazel colored eyes narrowed at the lack of options her wardrobe had given her. Nothing really begged to be worn, nor did one particular outfit strike her as 'first day at work'. After switching major after major, unsure what she wanted to study for years and make a career out of, instead Haru sampled a little bit of everything without setting down roots.
At last, her parents put their foot down and retracted their financial support. She could have gone the scholarship route easily, yet Haru found herself more stunned by her parents lack of faith in her judgment. Thus, she decided to meet them halfway by agreeing to have a day job and take less of a course load.
Office work seemed to be the answer. Paper filing, fielding calls and arranging meetings wouldn't demand too much of her time or have a shifting schedule, thus leaving her evenings free for online coursework, papers and projects.
Her mother was the only one hesitant about the compromise. She cautioned Haru about doing too much at once, the risk of burn out and that she really should choose either college or the work force, not both.
Haru only had to flutter her eyelashes at her father, a college mathematics professor; in order to get him to convince her mother to do it.
Although it hadn't been her first choice, Vongola Enterprises did offer a decent pay scale, steady hours and since it was a satatlie-sister building from the headquarters over in Italy, Haru didn't think the work load would be too demanding.
Luckily, she landed an interview since her father knew Professor Boroan who apparently ceased being a university professor to be the head accountant of Vongola Enterprises.
Haru didn't think she had been too smug walking out of the interview, though some other applicants glared her way when she refereed to the fedora-wearing Italian by name.
Apparently, Boroan-san did a lot more than work with Vongola finances, since he wanted to interview her personally despite her wanting to be in human resources and not accounting. Strange...
Presently, Haru chewed on her bottom lip, still glaring at her stuffed closet for an outfit. With a sigh, she gave up and closed her eyes, blindly picking out an outfit.
-
Across the metropolitan, another person was having a conundrum with his clothes. Most of the time, Hayoto Gokudera was fussy to the point of being labeled incurably metro-sexual, what with his ash-blond hair, multiple jewelry and accessories (belts mostly), and habit of looking presentable if a touch 'bad boy'.
He never really set out to be a fashion plate, it just...happened, much to his sister's witch-cackle amusement. However, today the young man was faced with a challenge: how to not look like a fashion-conscious thug.
Today was a big day, so much Gokudera hadn't slept at all the night before. His boss, the person he lived to serve and protect; had given him the keys to the kingdom...so to speak. While Gokudera listened, silently stewing in envy at being left behind while baseball idiot and lawn head went on to Italy; Boss dropped a bombshell.
He was leaving Gokudera in charge of the Tokyo branch of the company. Granted, it was only for a six month trial period, yet the right hand man thought he had been dreaming.
After a series of pinches along his forearms and a self-slap across the face, he realized it was not a dream. While he couldn't be by Boss's side, Gokudera was being entrusted with keeping a vital assets afloat.
He would be the de-facto boss. Pretty big, to say the least since Gokudera was not accustomed to people trusting him enough to cross the street beside them, let alone run an entire company.
After being stunned speechless for several moments, Gokudera spouted off praise, gratitude and promises not to fail into the phone.
When he got out of bed, the conclusion of hours of sleepless anxiety because after the call ended Gokudera's grateful acceptance was replaced with doubts; he decided the first thing would be looking the part.
He had one suit. Thankfully it was still dry cleaned and pressed after the first time he wore it to a ceremony. Briefly, he thought about dying his hair to black or at least a subtle brown because gray-blond screamed 'foreigner' and Gokudera wondered if the staff would take him seriously...
'Whatever' he decided in the end. There wasn't enough time for himself and he didn't have enough cash (at least not after needing to buy more suits and ties)on hand to make an appointment to have someone else do it.
Putting on the suit, Gokudera scowled at the picture in the closet mirror. He looked like a chump in black. He added a red neck tie then recoiled, because for a second the young man saw a sliver of his despicable father in the reflection.
The scowl deepened, his green eyes looking downright poisonous.
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Haru Muira fretted like the white rabbit from Wonderland. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for the train to pull into the station, the young woman held a pocket of air in her cheeks, breath coming through her nose in short impatient snorts. At last, the doors slid open and she joined the tangled mass of humanity, the orderly chaos of train passengers filing out of a car, station then blinking blearily into sunlight.
'The Emergence of the Mole People. Sound like the title for some B-rated horror movie.' Haru thought with a humored tilt of her lips as she walked up the stairs to a large building. She strode to a door, only to stop as a gentleman struggling with a full briefcase came ambling up behind her.
He seemed to be fuming and cursing. Feeling like she should spread her good mood on to someone who really needed it, Haru opened the door for the guy. He didn't even look up, let alone offer a thank you.
'Should have just let him walk into the glass door and laughed' Haru thought with a frown. Too late to laugh at the man's expense, Haru strode towards the elevators while the distracted person wandered away.
At the last second, when the compartment doors were about to close, the ungrateful jerk reappeared, his phone out now and the briefcase nearly falling open.
Haru stared at the papers falling to the floor while the man had one hand on his head, cursing under his breath...or it seemed like curses with how he hissed and the pissed off expression.
'That's not...English...Italian?' Haru wondered since it wasn't Japanese and sounded nothing similar to the words she recalled from high school English courses.
He stopped talking on the phone long enough to look her way.
“What are you looking at?” he demanded to know with a surly curl of his mouth.
Haru shrugged, then stuck her tongue out at the man's back when he turned away again. As they stopped on a floor and another person hopped on, Haru was forced a little closer to the moody 'gentleman'. She caught a whiff of cigarette smoke and some kind of musky cologne. Haru glanced up and spied a silver stud earring on the top lobe.
“...what's your problem?” he snarled.
“Nothing” Haru said. “Then quit staring”
Before she could come up with a stinging retort the door opened again, this time on the floor Haru wanted.
Thinking she was rid of the annoying asshole, Haru regretted for thinking herself free so soon because he stepped out too. Their gazes locked on one another, postures straight and stiff.
“What the hell do you think you're doing here?” he asked.
-
Chrome Dokuro was glad today was her final day. She wasn't really comfortable being used by three different companies, so now she could complete her two weeks notice here, be fired by her second boss, and then report to Mukuro.
After leaving her final notice and taking some documents from Boss's desk, Chrome turned on her heel to stalk out of the office, only to instantly back peddle and pull the door to to hide herself as two people came dangerously close to the windows.
“Excuse ME for breathing the same air as you! I'm only here to report to work. I'm so sorry if your over inflated ego is so sensitive that you can't take...”
“What the hell started all of this?! I just said you didn't belong here, don't start crawling all over me for stating an opinion”
“Oh, so I don't belong in the work force because I'm a woman! Is that it? Are you some kind of narrow minded cretin who'd prefer a woman barefoot and...”
“No! The fact you're a woman didn't even cross my mind...and as for my views, never said anything about women staying out of work. And who on earth would want to knock up a harpy like you anyway...”
Wide violet colored eyes blinked. Chrome wondered what on earth had started this. She knew Gokudera-san had a bit of a temper, but to pick a fight with a stranger. She looked at the bags under his eyes...ah...lack of sleep. Still no excuse...not that she was going to help the poor woman out either because to be honest his temper scared the former secretary a little as well.
Gokudera-san opened the door, peered around the other side.
“What are you doing sneaking around Dokuro?”
“N-nothing...I was waiting for my replacement so I could go over...”
“She's obviously not in my office, so why don't you run off and find where Miura-san is...”
“Hahi? Someone's looking for me?” a brunette haired woman peered around the door too.
“Oh, Dokuro-san! I'm ready for orientation.”
A heavy silence came over the office, Chrome still behind the opened office door, her purse containing classified documents to both Vongola and Foundation. Yet, the young woman had to remain cool and not look nervous or suspicious.
“Um...yes. Miura-san, we can start now.”
“Wait a minute” Gokudera-san gestured to the woman rudely with his thumb, “THAT is your replacement?”
“That? That?! My name is Haru Miura! And I'm supposed to be supervising secretary for Tsunayoshi Sawada.”
Gokudera-san had a look on his face which made Chrome want to duck and run for cover. He rarely smirked. The few times he did...something usually blew up.
“Actually, that's a mistake. You are my secretary as of today.”
'Heaven help us all...' Chrome mentally added.
Continue
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Notes: Phew, a bit rushed for a first chapter, but I wanted to get this thing started right away. Twenty five more chapters to go ^^
Fandom: KHR AU-ish/TYL ages
Rating: NC-17/Smut is the goal, but it will slowly build up so...PG-13/T for now?
Pairings: (oh boy where do I start?) Gokudera/Haru over all, smattering of HibariChromeMukuro for my amusement, TsunaKyoko, HanaRyohei, and so on.
Word Count: 1929
Notes: I know this was supposed to stay anon-but I couldn't resist since I knew who requested this and that her half-birthday was coming up. I'll try to post a chapter a day, right up until the twenty-sixth day of July. I'm not very good with drawing out sexual tension for chapter after chapter but I'll try to make this as frustratingly drawn out and the ending satisfactory.
So, happy half-birthday Sunny, I hope you enjoy your gift and grow to love it more as it's delivered in installments.
Chapter 1
First Impression
Hazel colored eyes narrowed at the lack of options her wardrobe had given her. Nothing really begged to be worn, nor did one particular outfit strike her as 'first day at work'. After switching major after major, unsure what she wanted to study for years and make a career out of, instead Haru sampled a little bit of everything without setting down roots.
At last, her parents put their foot down and retracted their financial support. She could have gone the scholarship route easily, yet Haru found herself more stunned by her parents lack of faith in her judgment. Thus, she decided to meet them halfway by agreeing to have a day job and take less of a course load.
Office work seemed to be the answer. Paper filing, fielding calls and arranging meetings wouldn't demand too much of her time or have a shifting schedule, thus leaving her evenings free for online coursework, papers and projects.
Her mother was the only one hesitant about the compromise. She cautioned Haru about doing too much at once, the risk of burn out and that she really should choose either college or the work force, not both.
Haru only had to flutter her eyelashes at her father, a college mathematics professor; in order to get him to convince her mother to do it.
Although it hadn't been her first choice, Vongola Enterprises did offer a decent pay scale, steady hours and since it was a satatlie-sister building from the headquarters over in Italy, Haru didn't think the work load would be too demanding.
Luckily, she landed an interview since her father knew Professor Boroan who apparently ceased being a university professor to be the head accountant of Vongola Enterprises.
Haru didn't think she had been too smug walking out of the interview, though some other applicants glared her way when she refereed to the fedora-wearing Italian by name.
Apparently, Boroan-san did a lot more than work with Vongola finances, since he wanted to interview her personally despite her wanting to be in human resources and not accounting. Strange...
Presently, Haru chewed on her bottom lip, still glaring at her stuffed closet for an outfit. With a sigh, she gave up and closed her eyes, blindly picking out an outfit.
-
Across the metropolitan, another person was having a conundrum with his clothes. Most of the time, Hayoto Gokudera was fussy to the point of being labeled incurably metro-sexual, what with his ash-blond hair, multiple jewelry and accessories (belts mostly), and habit of looking presentable if a touch 'bad boy'.
He never really set out to be a fashion plate, it just...happened, much to his sister's witch-cackle amusement. However, today the young man was faced with a challenge: how to not look like a fashion-conscious thug.
Today was a big day, so much Gokudera hadn't slept at all the night before. His boss, the person he lived to serve and protect; had given him the keys to the kingdom...so to speak. While Gokudera listened, silently stewing in envy at being left behind while baseball idiot and lawn head went on to Italy; Boss dropped a bombshell.
He was leaving Gokudera in charge of the Tokyo branch of the company. Granted, it was only for a six month trial period, yet the right hand man thought he had been dreaming.
After a series of pinches along his forearms and a self-slap across the face, he realized it was not a dream. While he couldn't be by Boss's side, Gokudera was being entrusted with keeping a vital assets afloat.
He would be the de-facto boss. Pretty big, to say the least since Gokudera was not accustomed to people trusting him enough to cross the street beside them, let alone run an entire company.
After being stunned speechless for several moments, Gokudera spouted off praise, gratitude and promises not to fail into the phone.
When he got out of bed, the conclusion of hours of sleepless anxiety because after the call ended Gokudera's grateful acceptance was replaced with doubts; he decided the first thing would be looking the part.
He had one suit. Thankfully it was still dry cleaned and pressed after the first time he wore it to a ceremony. Briefly, he thought about dying his hair to black or at least a subtle brown because gray-blond screamed 'foreigner' and Gokudera wondered if the staff would take him seriously...
'Whatever' he decided in the end. There wasn't enough time for himself and he didn't have enough cash (at least not after needing to buy more suits and ties)on hand to make an appointment to have someone else do it.
Putting on the suit, Gokudera scowled at the picture in the closet mirror. He looked like a chump in black. He added a red neck tie then recoiled, because for a second the young man saw a sliver of his despicable father in the reflection.
The scowl deepened, his green eyes looking downright poisonous.
-
Haru Muira fretted like the white rabbit from Wonderland. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for the train to pull into the station, the young woman held a pocket of air in her cheeks, breath coming through her nose in short impatient snorts. At last, the doors slid open and she joined the tangled mass of humanity, the orderly chaos of train passengers filing out of a car, station then blinking blearily into sunlight.
'The Emergence of the Mole People. Sound like the title for some B-rated horror movie.' Haru thought with a humored tilt of her lips as she walked up the stairs to a large building. She strode to a door, only to stop as a gentleman struggling with a full briefcase came ambling up behind her.
He seemed to be fuming and cursing. Feeling like she should spread her good mood on to someone who really needed it, Haru opened the door for the guy. He didn't even look up, let alone offer a thank you.
'Should have just let him walk into the glass door and laughed' Haru thought with a frown. Too late to laugh at the man's expense, Haru strode towards the elevators while the distracted person wandered away.
At the last second, when the compartment doors were about to close, the ungrateful jerk reappeared, his phone out now and the briefcase nearly falling open.
Haru stared at the papers falling to the floor while the man had one hand on his head, cursing under his breath...or it seemed like curses with how he hissed and the pissed off expression.
'That's not...English...Italian?' Haru wondered since it wasn't Japanese and sounded nothing similar to the words she recalled from high school English courses.
He stopped talking on the phone long enough to look her way.
“What are you looking at?” he demanded to know with a surly curl of his mouth.
Haru shrugged, then stuck her tongue out at the man's back when he turned away again. As they stopped on a floor and another person hopped on, Haru was forced a little closer to the moody 'gentleman'. She caught a whiff of cigarette smoke and some kind of musky cologne. Haru glanced up and spied a silver stud earring on the top lobe.
“...what's your problem?” he snarled.
“Nothing” Haru said. “Then quit staring”
Before she could come up with a stinging retort the door opened again, this time on the floor Haru wanted.
Thinking she was rid of the annoying asshole, Haru regretted for thinking herself free so soon because he stepped out too. Their gazes locked on one another, postures straight and stiff.
“What the hell do you think you're doing here?” he asked.
-
Chrome Dokuro was glad today was her final day. She wasn't really comfortable being used by three different companies, so now she could complete her two weeks notice here, be fired by her second boss, and then report to Mukuro.
After leaving her final notice and taking some documents from Boss's desk, Chrome turned on her heel to stalk out of the office, only to instantly back peddle and pull the door to to hide herself as two people came dangerously close to the windows.
“Excuse ME for breathing the same air as you! I'm only here to report to work. I'm so sorry if your over inflated ego is so sensitive that you can't take...”
“What the hell started all of this?! I just said you didn't belong here, don't start crawling all over me for stating an opinion”
“Oh, so I don't belong in the work force because I'm a woman! Is that it? Are you some kind of narrow minded cretin who'd prefer a woman barefoot and...”
“No! The fact you're a woman didn't even cross my mind...and as for my views, never said anything about women staying out of work. And who on earth would want to knock up a harpy like you anyway...”
Wide violet colored eyes blinked. Chrome wondered what on earth had started this. She knew Gokudera-san had a bit of a temper, but to pick a fight with a stranger. She looked at the bags under his eyes...ah...lack of sleep. Still no excuse...not that she was going to help the poor woman out either because to be honest his temper scared the former secretary a little as well.
Gokudera-san opened the door, peered around the other side.
“What are you doing sneaking around Dokuro?”
“N-nothing...I was waiting for my replacement so I could go over...”
“She's obviously not in my office, so why don't you run off and find where Miura-san is...”
“Hahi? Someone's looking for me?” a brunette haired woman peered around the door too.
“Oh, Dokuro-san! I'm ready for orientation.”
A heavy silence came over the office, Chrome still behind the opened office door, her purse containing classified documents to both Vongola and Foundation. Yet, the young woman had to remain cool and not look nervous or suspicious.
“Um...yes. Miura-san, we can start now.”
“Wait a minute” Gokudera-san gestured to the woman rudely with his thumb, “THAT is your replacement?”
“That? That?! My name is Haru Miura! And I'm supposed to be supervising secretary for Tsunayoshi Sawada.”
Gokudera-san had a look on his face which made Chrome want to duck and run for cover. He rarely smirked. The few times he did...something usually blew up.
“Actually, that's a mistake. You are my secretary as of today.”
'Heaven help us all...' Chrome mentally added.
Continue
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Notes: Phew, a bit rushed for a first chapter, but I wanted to get this thing started right away. Twenty five more chapters to go ^^