>>should i cross-post this to fanfic coms? :D
Title: The Girl from Tokyo
Pairing: RyoErika/ One-sided RyoUchi and Nishikato?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryo is the successor of one of Japan's most successful companies. His life completely changes when he meets his three new employees.
People have always said that I was gifted.
If I were to hold the world in my hand, I could make it revolve with the skills I have learned and studied about since birth. I've been tutored, I've taught, I've been awarded-
What is left to know when I know almost anything?
I can have anything, too.
Since, I'm my Father's Successor. I'm going to inherit the Company from him. I know that. I understand. I've expected that since I was a child. "Memorize the Periodic Table, Ryo." my Mother would say, and she would personally make me a cup of tea, and I would smile and thank her, because that's what I have been told to do when people trouble themselves for me.
And after I graduated High School, I entered the most famous University in all of Japan, I graduated and got my Diploma. I did graduate, but I wasn't in the Graduatioin Ceremony because I was already starting to take care of all the paperwork on my Father's desk.
She appeared one rainy Friday afternoon.
The rain pissed me off and I didn't like humidity, and I was in a bad mood, when my Assistant opened the door to my office and informed me of the new clients applying for a job.
They were the finalists, of course.
I wouldn't have time for some amateurs; who does?
As I entered the room for the final interview, the door clacked behind me and I eyed the 3 potential future employees for my Father's- My Company.
There was a tall lanky boy with dark brown hair, who shifted a lot, he avoided eye contact, and he stared at the floor, shoes shifting, too. What the hell, he gets minus points for that- why was he even in the finalists if he can't make simple eye contact? Our clients would feel the same discomfort as I am, right now, if he were to be hired.
The second one was another guy, who certainly had eye contact, his hair was suited for other jobs, but- somehow, it suited him, and the glasses compliment him, too. He sat up with his back straight and he was wearing a suit, unlike the other lanky boy, who wore regular jeans and a jacket over his t-shirt. Oh God, I swear he looks like a freaking teenager if it weren't for his height. Even his face looks like a teenager's.
The last one was a girl- a woman, to be precise. She was very nice-looking and elegant. She simply had eyeliner and lipgloss and she smiled at me, in a way that made shivers run down my spine. She was dressed beautifully in a cardigan and a pencil skirt proper enough for my company.
I smiled at all of them before returning to my office.
Can you believe it?
I am going to interview every single one of them, for an hour, at least.
Oh, I wish my butt would lose all feeling after the first hour, for less pain and more numbness.
I really hate job intervews.
A/N: Oh, I hate the LJ cut.
A/N: I fail. So much. Inspired by Frank Sinatra's The Girl from Ipanema. May or may not continue, I guess. :Dv
Pairing: RyoErika/ One-sided RyoUchi and Nishikato?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryo is the successor of one of Japan's most successful companies. His life completely changes when he meets his three new employees.
People have always said that I was gifted.
If I were to hold the world in my hand, I could make it revolve with the skills I have learned and studied about since birth. I've been tutored, I've taught, I've been awarded-
What is left to know when I know almost anything?
I can have anything, too.
Since, I'm my Father's Successor. I'm going to inherit the Company from him. I know that. I understand. I've expected that since I was a child. "Memorize the Periodic Table, Ryo." my Mother would say, and she would personally make me a cup of tea, and I would smile and thank her, because that's what I have been told to do when people trouble themselves for me.
And after I graduated High School, I entered the most famous University in all of Japan, I graduated and got my Diploma. I did graduate, but I wasn't in the Graduatioin Ceremony because I was already starting to take care of all the paperwork on my Father's desk.
She appeared one rainy Friday afternoon.
The rain pissed me off and I didn't like humidity, and I was in a bad mood, when my Assistant opened the door to my office and informed me of the new clients applying for a job.
They were the finalists, of course.
I wouldn't have time for some amateurs; who does?
As I entered the room for the final interview, the door clacked behind me and I eyed the 3 potential future employees for my Father's- My Company.
There was a tall lanky boy with dark brown hair, who shifted a lot, he avoided eye contact, and he stared at the floor, shoes shifting, too. What the hell, he gets minus points for that- why was he even in the finalists if he can't make simple eye contact? Our clients would feel the same discomfort as I am, right now, if he were to be hired.
The second one was another guy, who certainly had eye contact, his hair was suited for other jobs, but- somehow, it suited him, and the glasses compliment him, too. He sat up with his back straight and he was wearing a suit, unlike the other lanky boy, who wore regular jeans and a jacket over his t-shirt. Oh God, I swear he looks like a freaking teenager if it weren't for his height. Even his face looks like a teenager's.
The last one was a girl- a woman, to be precise. She was very nice-looking and elegant. She simply had eyeliner and lipgloss and she smiled at me, in a way that made shivers run down my spine. She was dressed beautifully in a cardigan and a pencil skirt proper enough for my company.
I smiled at all of them before returning to my office.
Can you believe it?
I am going to interview every single one of them, for an hour, at least.
Oh, I wish my butt would lose all feeling after the first hour, for less pain and more numbness.
I really hate job intervews.
A/N: Oh, I hate the LJ cut.
A/N: I fail. So much. Inspired by Frank Sinatra's The Girl from Ipanema. May or may not continue, I guess. :Dv