Fan Fic: Gift: Something Corporate- GokuHaru
Title: Something Corporate
Fandom: KHR AU-ish/TYL ages
Rating: NC-17/Smut is the goal, PG-13/T for now
Pairings: (oh boy where do I start?) Gokudera/Haru over all, HibariChrome for my own amusement and other het couples popping up here and there
Word Count: 2086
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Chapter 2
Learning the Ropes
“There is a delicate network here at Vongola, a hierarchy…I guess you could call it.” Chrome Dokuro said while leading Haru Miura down windowed hallways.
Black pumps clicked with Haru’s ‘sensible’ flats right behind. For a moment, there was a glance and a touch of shoe-envy, but Haru quickly brushed it aside to catch the tail end of her senior’s orientation.
“However, once you know the system, who to go to for what specific problem and the like, you’ll find the work here to be rather rewarding.”
Chrome turned to face her ‘junior’, “Do you have any questions, Miura-san?”
“Yeah a few.” Chrome nodded as a non-verbal cue to encourage a dialogue.
“Is the Boss always so crabby?”
“Ah…Gokudera-san? Um…” Chrome’s voice trailed off. ‘Yes’ was her gut’s answer to it. Then again she knew men with worse tempers than Gokudera-san.
‘One of which I’ll be seeing once I clock out here.’ Chrome thought with a small mental sigh.
“He’s…rather difficult to figure out sometimes, but above all Gokudera-san values hard work so naturally he gets a touch…passionate when it comes to people slacking while he slaves over problems.” Chrome finally said, hoping it sounded like a fair and diplomatic assessment of the former freelancer.
A key problem in shifting people around Vongola, hiring and firing namely; is that a replacement would either have to come from mafia or at least underground connections. Or, such as Miura-san’s case; employees were left completely in the dark about the shadier operations. In short a whistle-blower’s paradise…if they were suicidal that is.
‘Time to pull the trigger then and pray the chamber isn’t loaded.’ Chrome thought, a little too lightly in terms of her safety.
“A few more things…is there anyway to get on his good side without…you know except for sucking up to him and being a brown noser?”
Chrome blinked, “You wish to apologize for the altercation earlier? Because I’m sure Gokudera-san would accept…” ‘Albeit a touch smugly’ the former secretary added.
“What, apologize? Are you kidding?” Haru snorted, arms crossed over an emerald green blouse.
“…I figured as much.” Chrome said, “If that’s the case, then I say the easiest way to win approval with Gokudera-san is to lie low and do your work with minimal mistakes and confrontations.”
“Uh-huh” Haru uttered, making no effort to disguise her disbelief in working harmoniously.
“It’s worth a try at least.” Chrome offered, because she honestly had no other advice for Haru-san since she rarely worked along side Gokudera-san.
Haru mulled this over for a moment before asked a non-work related inquiry.
“Do you think it’s possible to hate someone before you even get to know them?”
“…I’ll get back to you on that one, Miura-san.” Chrome intoned, sounding a touch cryptic to the other woman.
They arrived back at the starting point, in front of Gokudera’s office. Haru placed her purse and briefcase down beside her desk.
“Oh…I love this chair!” she said while letting it spin for a couple rotations.
Chrome smiled a little, “You should, it’s worth over one-fifty thousand yen…”
There was a crash, Haru’s head vanishing under the desk before she peered above the edge, the chair lying on the ground.
“It…what?!”
“That chair…it’s a specialty and custom built. So it costs quite a lot.”
Chrome next turned to the computer, “This, over five hundred thousand yen, also custom built. And this…” she picked up a pencil holder.
“Don’t tell me…ten thousand?”
“Actually I bought this from a cheap office supply store. The pen though is Tiffany…I think. At least that’s what the blue box said. But it was given to me as part of a Christmas bonus last year from Boss, so I couldn’t tell you how much it cost.”
“Stop…stop! I don’t think I can take hearing about how…opulent the office furnishings are around here” the newbie protested.
‘So much for eating my lunches at the desk’ Haru thought, now a little bit frightened by the state-of-the-art computer and customized chair.
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While Haru had her orientation, Gokudera was going through a similar ordeal, only instead of taking instruction from his boss, rather it was the last person he wanted to hear from.
“Okay…” the flutter of papers momentarily overpowered voice on the speaker phone. “Ah, says here you need to change the master passwords every two weeks.”
“…idiot. You went over that an hour ago!” Gokudera snapped into the receiver.
“No…oh wait…yeah I did. Ha, sorry about that.”
Gokudera growled and ground out a used up cigarette as a flutter of more papers was heard. He felt more than a little bit insulted to be talking to the Baseball Freak rather than Boss.
‘He’s busy.’ Yamamoto had told him at the start of the phone call. ‘Boss is too busy to give me final instructions?’ Gokudera pondered, starting to build his inferiority complex a little more. And honestly couldn’t Sawada-san have picked someone less grating than the moron currently reading off a list of duties?
“Ah do you have an example of the expenses sheet?”
“Yeah…somewhere.” Gokudera said while glaring at the irritating piled up mess on his desk. Boss was never the most organized of the group, so it was often up to Gokudera, with his near perfectionist obsession with keeping all papers neatly in their proper places.
‘But it wasn’t this much of a disaster area when he left.’ Gokudera pondered only to shrug it off as he hunted for the expense sheet.
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“So…aside from being King of Asshole Kingdom, what’s he like?”
Chrome glanced up from her temporary station beside Haru’s desk.
“Um…Gokuders-san is…” ‘Volatile like a Molotov cocktail. Can and will curse in several different languages. Hates computers and tends to work out problems through mathematics. Loyal to Boss to a fault…and if it can’t be solved by brute force…he blows it up.’ However she figured Miura-san would find all these things out herself, should she be fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to stick around long enough to discover those little eccentrics.
“Gokudera-san is interesting” Chrome said before taking a sip of coffee.
“…define interesting.” Haru returned with a prim scrunching of her nose. At this the violet-haired woman shrugged.
“There are just some things you can’t learn about a person secondhand Miura-san.”
At this Haru took a breath to ask her next question, but Chrome interrupted.
“If you are fishing around with all of these…questions for me to bad-mouth Gokudera-san, I can tell you right now…that won’t happen.”
“Oh?” Haru returned, lips bowed into a near pout. ‘Damnit, was hoping for some dirt! You’re leaving me hanging Dokuro-san!’ the brunette mentally wailed.
“Vongola Enterprises is…well it’s a little like a family…I suppose” Chrome muttered, looking a touch uncertain. “A majority of us have known each other since before high school.”
Haru blinked, “Wow…so…did Sawada-san suddenly inherit millions and start this business on his own?”
A pause, then Chrome shook her head. “No. Boss is…amazing, but to be honest, he’s not very smart. Or people suave. Or…well…he was a loser for most of his life. So this…organization just kind of fell into Boss’s lap when he was fourteen.”
Haru sputtered for a moment, at a loss for words. “F-fourteen? He…got all of this…” her arms spread wide and waving at the offices, “HE inherited a multi-million dollar cooperation…at fourteen?!” she squeaked.
Haru could still recall what all she did at age fourteen. She was a gymnast, made excellent grades and hung out with her friends in between school and cram classes. However, she could not picture suddenly being told she was the CEO of a large cooperation at fourteen. That would be too much pressure and stress to take on…
“What’s with the arm flapping? Are you trying to fly or something? Because by all means, I’ll push you out the windows and see if you can, just say the word.” Gokudera’s voice rose up behind the two women.
Haru spun around in the chair-she-didn’t-want-to-remember-cost-more-than-her-part-time-salary, “What are you doing out here?” she bit out, not considering the man in front of her was the Boss now.
“Need some expense forms, because Yamamoto insists he walk me through it, even though god knows how many times I’ve…”
Before he finished that thought, Chrome fished out some empty documents and passed it along to Gokudera-san.
“Thanks…” he said, thought gave her a suspicious side glance. “Oi, rookie next time pick up the slack and get what I want on hand…just like that. Dokuro-san is leaving as of tomorrow so you won’t have her to lean on for much longer.”
“I’m not leaning…” the door to his office slammed shut, “on anyone!” Haru finished anyway.
Throwing herself back into the chair Haru gritted her teeth “God…he makes me so angry, I can’t even look at him without…grr.”
“He didn’t even say anything overtly offensive, Miura-san. Gokudera-san is rather gruff, but he doesn’t honestly mean anything by it.”
The look Haru gave her in response told Chrome her trainee was not convinced. “You honestly despise him simply because he exists?” Chrome questioned.
Haru nodded, still seething too much to form words at the moment. “Hm, curious” Chrome mused. She almost wanted to stick around and watch the firework show if the sparks were already starting between Gokudera-san and Miura-san. Then again, no it wouldn’t be a good idea. If the leaked information went public right on schedule, tomorrow would be the start to Vongola’s collapse. And the last thing Chrome needed would be caught in the middle of the scandal.
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Haru moodily ate lunch, picking at the sandwich more than actually taking full bites, also observing Dokuro-san’s picky eating habits before glancing over to the table Gokudera was eating his lunch.
‘More like he’s ‘devouring’ cigarettes.’ She thought with a touch of disgust. Okay…she’d admit it. He looked kind of…cool…in a rebellious fuck-you-I’ll-kill-myself-slowly-with-smoke-inhalation-if-I-want way. But, the James Dean-vibe ceased being charming when he spent most of his lunch hour smoking and snarling at someone who couldn’t even see it over the phone.
“He’s seriously going to kill himself with all of those…”
Chrome just shrugged and kept picking out choice bits of lettuce, reminding Haru of a very picky pet rabbit in the process.
‘I kind of… want to give her my sandwich…just so she doesn’t look quite so…lacking.’ Haru thought. Only to ignore the pitying impulse and started eating her own lunch. After all, if Monty Python had taught her anything; one should fear rabbits.
Not that she thought Dokuro herself was scary, but still in Haru’s own little mind…rabbits so equaled nature’s assassins even if they were strictly vegetarians, thus they killed for sport. No one was ever around to catch them in the act though…yeah.
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At the end of the day, her head filled to capacity with protocol, procedures and schedules; Haru thanked Dokuro-san for all her hard work. Somehow her briefcase and purse felt so much heavier on her shoulders than it had earlier that day. Maybe because it turned out her work load wasn’t as ‘light’ and ‘easy’ as Haru originally thought.
Then, Haru gave herself a mental face smack. ‘Wake up, wake up. Still have to stop by the college and pick up the online course schedule for the semester.’
After all, she wanted this situation. She wanted to have both a comfortable living and further pursue her studies, now to just find a specialty and settle into it.
“Remember to call me if you have anymore questions” Dokuro-san offered after applying a dark red shade of lipstick.
Haru blinked and did a double take, “Hot date for tonight?”
“No. This is for my second job.” Chrome said while deciding to go for broke and undo a third button on her white blouse, since she had already changed into a shorter skirt.
“But uh…isn’t that a little unprofessional looking?” Haru questioned, stopping just short of calling it ‘slutty’.
“Actually it suits my purposes perfectly, since I won’t be working there anymore after tonight.”
“Oh-kay…weird ass people work here...” Haru muttered to herself as she and Dokuro-san rode the elevator down together.
As the two women said their goodbyes, Haru stopped as she spied Gokudera-san -still with a phone to his ear- getting into a chauffeured black limo.
“Lucky asshole…gets all the breaks” Haru grumbled before flipping the bird at the tinted windows, unaware that Gokudera had glanced up just in time to see it before the driver pulled the car from the curb.
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Notes: Not a lot of GokuHaru interaction I know, but I’ll make up for that in chapter three, promise!. Now, for the supplementary chapters! Some chapters will have a .5 addition to them, mostly to cover the HibariChromeMukuro triangle aside of the regular story but sometimes I’ll have other characters and or pairings in these.
Fandom: KHR AU-ish/TYL ages
Rating: NC-17/Smut is the goal, PG-13/T for now
Pairings: (oh boy where do I start?) Gokudera/Haru over all, HibariChrome for my own amusement and other het couples popping up here and there
Word Count: 2086
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Chapter 2
Learning the Ropes
“There is a delicate network here at Vongola, a hierarchy…I guess you could call it.” Chrome Dokuro said while leading Haru Miura down windowed hallways.
Black pumps clicked with Haru’s ‘sensible’ flats right behind. For a moment, there was a glance and a touch of shoe-envy, but Haru quickly brushed it aside to catch the tail end of her senior’s orientation.
“However, once you know the system, who to go to for what specific problem and the like, you’ll find the work here to be rather rewarding.”
Chrome turned to face her ‘junior’, “Do you have any questions, Miura-san?”
“Yeah a few.” Chrome nodded as a non-verbal cue to encourage a dialogue.
“Is the Boss always so crabby?”
“Ah…Gokudera-san? Um…” Chrome’s voice trailed off. ‘Yes’ was her gut’s answer to it. Then again she knew men with worse tempers than Gokudera-san.
‘One of which I’ll be seeing once I clock out here.’ Chrome thought with a small mental sigh.
“He’s…rather difficult to figure out sometimes, but above all Gokudera-san values hard work so naturally he gets a touch…passionate when it comes to people slacking while he slaves over problems.” Chrome finally said, hoping it sounded like a fair and diplomatic assessment of the former freelancer.
A key problem in shifting people around Vongola, hiring and firing namely; is that a replacement would either have to come from mafia or at least underground connections. Or, such as Miura-san’s case; employees were left completely in the dark about the shadier operations. In short a whistle-blower’s paradise…if they were suicidal that is.
‘Time to pull the trigger then and pray the chamber isn’t loaded.’ Chrome thought, a little too lightly in terms of her safety.
“A few more things…is there anyway to get on his good side without…you know except for sucking up to him and being a brown noser?”
Chrome blinked, “You wish to apologize for the altercation earlier? Because I’m sure Gokudera-san would accept…” ‘Albeit a touch smugly’ the former secretary added.
“What, apologize? Are you kidding?” Haru snorted, arms crossed over an emerald green blouse.
“…I figured as much.” Chrome said, “If that’s the case, then I say the easiest way to win approval with Gokudera-san is to lie low and do your work with minimal mistakes and confrontations.”
“Uh-huh” Haru uttered, making no effort to disguise her disbelief in working harmoniously.
“It’s worth a try at least.” Chrome offered, because she honestly had no other advice for Haru-san since she rarely worked along side Gokudera-san.
Haru mulled this over for a moment before asked a non-work related inquiry.
“Do you think it’s possible to hate someone before you even get to know them?”
“…I’ll get back to you on that one, Miura-san.” Chrome intoned, sounding a touch cryptic to the other woman.
They arrived back at the starting point, in front of Gokudera’s office. Haru placed her purse and briefcase down beside her desk.
“Oh…I love this chair!” she said while letting it spin for a couple rotations.
Chrome smiled a little, “You should, it’s worth over one-fifty thousand yen…”
There was a crash, Haru’s head vanishing under the desk before she peered above the edge, the chair lying on the ground.
“It…what?!”
“That chair…it’s a specialty and custom built. So it costs quite a lot.”
Chrome next turned to the computer, “This, over five hundred thousand yen, also custom built. And this…” she picked up a pencil holder.
“Don’t tell me…ten thousand?”
“Actually I bought this from a cheap office supply store. The pen though is Tiffany…I think. At least that’s what the blue box said. But it was given to me as part of a Christmas bonus last year from Boss, so I couldn’t tell you how much it cost.”
“Stop…stop! I don’t think I can take hearing about how…opulent the office furnishings are around here” the newbie protested.
‘So much for eating my lunches at the desk’ Haru thought, now a little bit frightened by the state-of-the-art computer and customized chair.
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While Haru had her orientation, Gokudera was going through a similar ordeal, only instead of taking instruction from his boss, rather it was the last person he wanted to hear from.
“Okay…” the flutter of papers momentarily overpowered voice on the speaker phone. “Ah, says here you need to change the master passwords every two weeks.”
“…idiot. You went over that an hour ago!” Gokudera snapped into the receiver.
“No…oh wait…yeah I did. Ha, sorry about that.”
Gokudera growled and ground out a used up cigarette as a flutter of more papers was heard. He felt more than a little bit insulted to be talking to the Baseball Freak rather than Boss.
‘He’s busy.’ Yamamoto had told him at the start of the phone call. ‘Boss is too busy to give me final instructions?’ Gokudera pondered, starting to build his inferiority complex a little more. And honestly couldn’t Sawada-san have picked someone less grating than the moron currently reading off a list of duties?
“Ah do you have an example of the expenses sheet?”
“Yeah…somewhere.” Gokudera said while glaring at the irritating piled up mess on his desk. Boss was never the most organized of the group, so it was often up to Gokudera, with his near perfectionist obsession with keeping all papers neatly in their proper places.
‘But it wasn’t this much of a disaster area when he left.’ Gokudera pondered only to shrug it off as he hunted for the expense sheet.
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“So…aside from being King of Asshole Kingdom, what’s he like?”
Chrome glanced up from her temporary station beside Haru’s desk.
“Um…Gokuders-san is…” ‘Volatile like a Molotov cocktail. Can and will curse in several different languages. Hates computers and tends to work out problems through mathematics. Loyal to Boss to a fault…and if it can’t be solved by brute force…he blows it up.’ However she figured Miura-san would find all these things out herself, should she be fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to stick around long enough to discover those little eccentrics.
“Gokudera-san is interesting” Chrome said before taking a sip of coffee.
“…define interesting.” Haru returned with a prim scrunching of her nose. At this the violet-haired woman shrugged.
“There are just some things you can’t learn about a person secondhand Miura-san.”
At this Haru took a breath to ask her next question, but Chrome interrupted.
“If you are fishing around with all of these…questions for me to bad-mouth Gokudera-san, I can tell you right now…that won’t happen.”
“Oh?” Haru returned, lips bowed into a near pout. ‘Damnit, was hoping for some dirt! You’re leaving me hanging Dokuro-san!’ the brunette mentally wailed.
“Vongola Enterprises is…well it’s a little like a family…I suppose” Chrome muttered, looking a touch uncertain. “A majority of us have known each other since before high school.”
Haru blinked, “Wow…so…did Sawada-san suddenly inherit millions and start this business on his own?”
A pause, then Chrome shook her head. “No. Boss is…amazing, but to be honest, he’s not very smart. Or people suave. Or…well…he was a loser for most of his life. So this…organization just kind of fell into Boss’s lap when he was fourteen.”
Haru sputtered for a moment, at a loss for words. “F-fourteen? He…got all of this…” her arms spread wide and waving at the offices, “HE inherited a multi-million dollar cooperation…at fourteen?!” she squeaked.
Haru could still recall what all she did at age fourteen. She was a gymnast, made excellent grades and hung out with her friends in between school and cram classes. However, she could not picture suddenly being told she was the CEO of a large cooperation at fourteen. That would be too much pressure and stress to take on…
“What’s with the arm flapping? Are you trying to fly or something? Because by all means, I’ll push you out the windows and see if you can, just say the word.” Gokudera’s voice rose up behind the two women.
Haru spun around in the chair-she-didn’t-want-to-remember-cost-more-than-her-part-time-salary, “What are you doing out here?” she bit out, not considering the man in front of her was the Boss now.
“Need some expense forms, because Yamamoto insists he walk me through it, even though god knows how many times I’ve…”
Before he finished that thought, Chrome fished out some empty documents and passed it along to Gokudera-san.
“Thanks…” he said, thought gave her a suspicious side glance. “Oi, rookie next time pick up the slack and get what I want on hand…just like that. Dokuro-san is leaving as of tomorrow so you won’t have her to lean on for much longer.”
“I’m not leaning…” the door to his office slammed shut, “on anyone!” Haru finished anyway.
Throwing herself back into the chair Haru gritted her teeth “God…he makes me so angry, I can’t even look at him without…grr.”
“He didn’t even say anything overtly offensive, Miura-san. Gokudera-san is rather gruff, but he doesn’t honestly mean anything by it.”
The look Haru gave her in response told Chrome her trainee was not convinced. “You honestly despise him simply because he exists?” Chrome questioned.
Haru nodded, still seething too much to form words at the moment. “Hm, curious” Chrome mused. She almost wanted to stick around and watch the firework show if the sparks were already starting between Gokudera-san and Miura-san. Then again, no it wouldn’t be a good idea. If the leaked information went public right on schedule, tomorrow would be the start to Vongola’s collapse. And the last thing Chrome needed would be caught in the middle of the scandal.
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Haru moodily ate lunch, picking at the sandwich more than actually taking full bites, also observing Dokuro-san’s picky eating habits before glancing over to the table Gokudera was eating his lunch.
‘More like he’s ‘devouring’ cigarettes.’ She thought with a touch of disgust. Okay…she’d admit it. He looked kind of…cool…in a rebellious fuck-you-I’ll-kill-myself-slowly-with-smoke-inhalation-if-I-want way. But, the James Dean-vibe ceased being charming when he spent most of his lunch hour smoking and snarling at someone who couldn’t even see it over the phone.
“He’s seriously going to kill himself with all of those…”
Chrome just shrugged and kept picking out choice bits of lettuce, reminding Haru of a very picky pet rabbit in the process.
‘I kind of… want to give her my sandwich…just so she doesn’t look quite so…lacking.’ Haru thought. Only to ignore the pitying impulse and started eating her own lunch. After all, if Monty Python had taught her anything; one should fear rabbits.
Not that she thought Dokuro herself was scary, but still in Haru’s own little mind…rabbits so equaled nature’s assassins even if they were strictly vegetarians, thus they killed for sport. No one was ever around to catch them in the act though…yeah.
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At the end of the day, her head filled to capacity with protocol, procedures and schedules; Haru thanked Dokuro-san for all her hard work. Somehow her briefcase and purse felt so much heavier on her shoulders than it had earlier that day. Maybe because it turned out her work load wasn’t as ‘light’ and ‘easy’ as Haru originally thought.
Then, Haru gave herself a mental face smack. ‘Wake up, wake up. Still have to stop by the college and pick up the online course schedule for the semester.’
After all, she wanted this situation. She wanted to have both a comfortable living and further pursue her studies, now to just find a specialty and settle into it.
“Remember to call me if you have anymore questions” Dokuro-san offered after applying a dark red shade of lipstick.
Haru blinked and did a double take, “Hot date for tonight?”
“No. This is for my second job.” Chrome said while deciding to go for broke and undo a third button on her white blouse, since she had already changed into a shorter skirt.
“But uh…isn’t that a little unprofessional looking?” Haru questioned, stopping just short of calling it ‘slutty’.
“Actually it suits my purposes perfectly, since I won’t be working there anymore after tonight.”
“Oh-kay…weird ass people work here...” Haru muttered to herself as she and Dokuro-san rode the elevator down together.
As the two women said their goodbyes, Haru stopped as she spied Gokudera-san -still with a phone to his ear- getting into a chauffeured black limo.
“Lucky asshole…gets all the breaks” Haru grumbled before flipping the bird at the tinted windows, unaware that Gokudera had glanced up just in time to see it before the driver pulled the car from the curb.
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Notes: Not a lot of GokuHaru interaction I know, but I’ll make up for that in chapter three, promise!. Now, for the supplementary chapters! Some chapters will have a .5 addition to them, mostly to cover the HibariChromeMukuro triangle aside of the regular story but sometimes I’ll have other characters and or pairings in these.