Return of the office mouse-chu.
This is my poor attempt at a halloween stuff. All the drawings I did today were awful. Half asleep now, not too sure at the quality of the writing, but here goes anyhow. Note: the fore- and after-notes are always written after the story segment. Just a quick-note.
Also, I have no idea where this went after the halfway point. It was all going so well up until there...not that I knew where it was going in the first place.
"What a waste." She threw the book down in disgust. From start to finish, it had been nothing more than a tease. At first glance it had looked like a juicy romance as the back cover had described, which was one of her fairly well-hidden weaknesses, only to turn out to be a sordid, angst-filled rollercoaster of a trainwreck. Thoroughly disappointed in the storyline and the main characters, Sakura took off her reading glasses to massage the bridge of her nose, resting her elbows heavily on her desk.
Well, the least she could do was take the blasted thing to the used book store and hopefully get some money back on it. But for now she was bitterly disappointed. What the hell happened to the steamy romances and the deliciously saucy happy endings? All the novels she'd had the bad luck to pick up these days seemed to be the next contestant for the prime-time soap opera dramas. After giving her forehead one last rub (she'd developed something of a headache from frowning too hard at the book), she glanced at her watch.
Five minutes left to what should have been her lunch break--more like dinner break at this hour--and her boss still hadn't shown up. Third time this week he'd stood her up while she waited diligently for him to stop by with the projects she needed to coordinate for him. If he didn't show up within the next couple hours, she was raiding that bastard's office. She'd show him not to screw around with his secretary's schedules, damn it all. With a decisive huff, she jammed her glasses back on and stuffed the novel into a bottom drawer of her desk, determined not to look at it until later. Shoving her chair away from the confines of her desk she stood and allowed herself to stretch. The assortment of audible cracks and pops were a definite sign she needed to work on her posture, but she took a moment to scribble a note to her superior telling him not to run off while she was on a quick trip to grab a cup of coffee.
That man was going to give her stomach ulcers, she knew it.
But there was one thing she had to be thankful about. Whoever had decided to install the coffee and tea vending machines in the building was a godsend. She could kiss them. Warming her hands on the can, she inhaled deeply, ignoring the way her glasses slipped down her nose, and the way the strands of hair were falling out of her meticulous up-do to fall in her eyes. For the moment, she was in office-girl bliss. Only to be immediately ripped out of her happy place.
"Haruno!"
She nearly spit a mouthful of coffee, but managed to choke it down, even with her heart suddenly pounding in her throat. A shaky hand covering her mouth, she turned towards the source, only to feel like someone'd poured ice water down the back of her suit. One of the most fearsome men in the building was bearing down on her with a look that could easily kill.
"Yes sir?" She swallowed hard and tried not to look like a deer stuck in front of a semi-truck.
"Where are the reports for the last three weeks?" As the infamous Hyuuga Neji stared her into obedience, she licked her lips nervously, trying to will the feeble stuttering of her heart into a natural rhythm.
"Ah, well, you see sir, I wouldn't know. Mr. Hatake hasn't brought any of them them by my desk for corrections, and I've been trying to pin him down all week." She tried not to cave as his eyes narrowed dangerously, her gaze flicking from the knot of his tie to his face. The silence was awkward and stretched on as he continued to seemingly bore a hole through her with his eyes. Just when she thought her face and shoulders were going to ice over, he turned away with a condescending mutter about her boss's punctuality. A tiny sigh of relief escaped her, only to turn into a squeak of surprise when she noticed he was looking at her again, his expression unreadable.
"What are you doing tonight?" The place between his eyebrows creased with concentration, and she nearly dropped her coffee.
"What?" She gaped, only to earn a scowl in reply. "Who, me? N-nothing, why?"
"Would you go to dinner with me?" His frown deepened at her stunned silence. "I understand you usually take the train home, I would be willing to take you home as well."
The floor dropped out from under her. "Pinch me."
"What?"
"I'm awake, right?" Her gaze sharpened as she took off her glasses. "You're serious, right? This isn't some sort of prank? Hell yes I'll go!"
"Do me a favor the next time I go and say something stupid, would you?" Her words were half-muffled by having her face buried in her arms. The feel of his fingertips lazily trailing over her back and petting her hair felt delicious, but she was almost as tired as he looked.
"And what would that be?" He only acknowledged her with words because she couldn't see the arched eyebrow. Sakura lifted her head enough for him to see a glint of green.
"Hit me, would you?"
He scoffed at her words, a particularly infuriating smirk twisting his lips. "I think I have a much better idea."
When he practically pulled her into his lap, she didn't protest, but it wasn't long before she was sleeping like a rock. One hand curled around the back of his neck, as her head was nestled carefully under his chin.
I have no idea. Happy Halloween! (\= ~ =/)
Also, I have no idea where this went after the halfway point. It was all going so well up until there...not that I knew where it was going in the first place.
"What a waste." She threw the book down in disgust. From start to finish, it had been nothing more than a tease. At first glance it had looked like a juicy romance as the back cover had described, which was one of her fairly well-hidden weaknesses, only to turn out to be a sordid, angst-filled rollercoaster of a trainwreck. Thoroughly disappointed in the storyline and the main characters, Sakura took off her reading glasses to massage the bridge of her nose, resting her elbows heavily on her desk.
Well, the least she could do was take the blasted thing to the used book store and hopefully get some money back on it. But for now she was bitterly disappointed. What the hell happened to the steamy romances and the deliciously saucy happy endings? All the novels she'd had the bad luck to pick up these days seemed to be the next contestant for the prime-time soap opera dramas. After giving her forehead one last rub (she'd developed something of a headache from frowning too hard at the book), she glanced at her watch.
Five minutes left to what should have been her lunch break--more like dinner break at this hour--and her boss still hadn't shown up. Third time this week he'd stood her up while she waited diligently for him to stop by with the projects she needed to coordinate for him. If he didn't show up within the next couple hours, she was raiding that bastard's office. She'd show him not to screw around with his secretary's schedules, damn it all. With a decisive huff, she jammed her glasses back on and stuffed the novel into a bottom drawer of her desk, determined not to look at it until later. Shoving her chair away from the confines of her desk she stood and allowed herself to stretch. The assortment of audible cracks and pops were a definite sign she needed to work on her posture, but she took a moment to scribble a note to her superior telling him not to run off while she was on a quick trip to grab a cup of coffee.
That man was going to give her stomach ulcers, she knew it.
But there was one thing she had to be thankful about. Whoever had decided to install the coffee and tea vending machines in the building was a godsend. She could kiss them. Warming her hands on the can, she inhaled deeply, ignoring the way her glasses slipped down her nose, and the way the strands of hair were falling out of her meticulous up-do to fall in her eyes. For the moment, she was in office-girl bliss. Only to be immediately ripped out of her happy place.
"Haruno!"
She nearly spit a mouthful of coffee, but managed to choke it down, even with her heart suddenly pounding in her throat. A shaky hand covering her mouth, she turned towards the source, only to feel like someone'd poured ice water down the back of her suit. One of the most fearsome men in the building was bearing down on her with a look that could easily kill.
"Yes sir?" She swallowed hard and tried not to look like a deer stuck in front of a semi-truck.
"Where are the reports for the last three weeks?" As the infamous Hyuuga Neji stared her into obedience, she licked her lips nervously, trying to will the feeble stuttering of her heart into a natural rhythm.
"Ah, well, you see sir, I wouldn't know. Mr. Hatake hasn't brought any of them them by my desk for corrections, and I've been trying to pin him down all week." She tried not to cave as his eyes narrowed dangerously, her gaze flicking from the knot of his tie to his face. The silence was awkward and stretched on as he continued to seemingly bore a hole through her with his eyes. Just when she thought her face and shoulders were going to ice over, he turned away with a condescending mutter about her boss's punctuality. A tiny sigh of relief escaped her, only to turn into a squeak of surprise when she noticed he was looking at her again, his expression unreadable.
"What are you doing tonight?" The place between his eyebrows creased with concentration, and she nearly dropped her coffee.
"What?" She gaped, only to earn a scowl in reply. "Who, me? N-nothing, why?"
"Would you go to dinner with me?" His frown deepened at her stunned silence. "I understand you usually take the train home, I would be willing to take you home as well."
The floor dropped out from under her. "Pinch me."
"What?"
"I'm awake, right?" Her gaze sharpened as she took off her glasses. "You're serious, right? This isn't some sort of prank? Hell yes I'll go!"
"Do me a favor the next time I go and say something stupid, would you?" Her words were half-muffled by having her face buried in her arms. The feel of his fingertips lazily trailing over her back and petting her hair felt delicious, but she was almost as tired as he looked.
"And what would that be?" He only acknowledged her with words because she couldn't see the arched eyebrow. Sakura lifted her head enough for him to see a glint of green.
"Hit me, would you?"
He scoffed at her words, a particularly infuriating smirk twisting his lips. "I think I have a much better idea."
When he practically pulled her into his lap, she didn't protest, but it wasn't long before she was sleeping like a rock. One hand curled around the back of his neck, as her head was nestled carefully under his chin.
I have no idea. Happy Halloween! (\= ~ =/)