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fallen_yuzuya (fallen_yuzuya) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-02-19 20:39:00

Current music:	War - Edwin Starr
Entry tags:	sumire, yuzuya

War [closed to Sumire]
[backdated to November]

This was war, plain and simple.

She was increasing the frequency of her attacks. Every day this week that code girl Murakami Sumire had had something oh-so-very important to discuss with him. She'd barged right into his workspace-- his desk area!-- without asking or even showing the slightest sign of awareness that she was intruding on another human being's personal space. The concept didn't seem to make it through all that glossy black hair into her thick skull. Yuzuya figured she wasn't used to the idea of her presence not being welcome. In fact, she probably considered her interruptions a wonderful favor. Other men fell all over her like imbeciles, treated her like she was the gods' gift to the humble planet. Yuzu was convinced by now that inside Sumire's exquisitely pretty little head, the story was not much different.

Simple office manners seemed to escape this woman. She never gave the customary apology for the interruption. She never excused herself when entering the doorway to his tiny office in Maps and Blueprints. She didn't lower her head to him in the slightest nod, not even expressing equal standing. Her bearing pissed him off. Oh, she was perfectly capable of behaving herself properly. She bowed and purred all over the place for Arakaki, for Shida, for any of the chiefs of staff. Didn't she know that he was three years older than she? Had she missed the fact that he was her sempai by two years? Yuzuya wasn't sure. But he did know one thing was for certain: Murakami Sumire needed to be put in her place.

And that was precisely what he planned on doing. He sure as hell wasn't going to sit here each day and let her pester him more and more.

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fallen_sumire
2008-02-19 11:55 am UTC (link)

"Here," she said off-handedly and handed him a thick stack of papers that she'd finished with. It was just after nine in the morning, and while outside the snow was falling and it smelled of pine needles and roasted sweet potatoes, inside it smelled of coffee, heavy perfume from that chuunin mail girl, and ink.

It also meant that she had to follow through on her habit of irritating the piss out of Shibata.

"The council wants this before tomorrow afternoon, Shibata. These are for the mission planners and this," she pointed to a dark blue folder far under the pile. "This is for Arakaki-sama." Sumire ignored the fact that there were other people, all more than willing to take the load, with offices right nearby. Oh no, it was far too fun to plunk the papers a top his already full IN box and watch that vein in his forehead throb. Let the games begin.

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fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-20 11:12 am UTC (link)

Yuzu didn't bother to turn his head when she spoke to him. If she wanted his attention, she could come in and address him normally like everyone else did. He nodded absently as if he weren't listening to her at all, his concentration wrapped up in the blueprint of the dam he was working on.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Thanks Matsumoto." The name was a purposeful mistake, he knew Murakami's name only too well. He was just trying to piss her off by getting it wrong as though she wasn't important enough for him to remember. Matsumoto Eri was one of the young chuunin office helpers who delivered mail and made copies and things. She had long dark hair like Sumire did, but that was where the similarities ended. Matsumoto was a nice girl.

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fallen_sumire
2008-02-20 11:30 am UTC (link)

If any one of the other office workers were listening in on their little exchange, they were doing a fantastic job of not laughing and drawing attention to themselves. Sumire glared down at the top of Yuzuya's gray head and put her hand on her hip.

"Hah, funny. Don't confuse me for that twit of a woman, thanks. I actually do something instead of pouring coffee and being easy," she replied coolly. If he thought comparing her to Matsumoto was going to get her goat, he had another thing coming. "Anyway, you have your work, get to it."

Sumire turned and started to ~~stalk~~ walk away from his desk. Her next volley would have to be something stronger.

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fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-20 11:46 am UTC (link)

Yuzu rolled his eyes. "You've got a real nice mouth there, Murakami. Real nice." He picked up his pencil and got back to work on the blueprints he was analyzing. Whenever she left with an outburst it meant she'd lost, and she'd stay away for a while. The more foul-mouthed her outburst, the longer it seemed it would be before she would lurk around again. This one was worth a good Murakami-free day or two. He hoped.

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fallen_sumire
2008-02-20 11:48 am UTC (link)

Sumire waved it off as she walked away, nonplussed. Her bearing was straight and haughty as ever.

But as soon as she turned the corner, her expression flickered into irritation. There was Matsumoto, perkily talking to some other chuunin girl.

"Oh Matsumoto-san," Sumire started, polite in that "I'm-superior-you're-inferior" way she had. "Shibata was asking for you." The girl looked uneasy in the face of Sumire's placid calm. Yes, Sumire thought cheerfully, squirm. "You may want to hurry, his mail is likely piling up and burying him as we speak," she added with a sharp touch and glided into her office, closing the door behind her.

It was then that she pulled on the thin, black hair she'd wrapped on the edge of his dark blue coffee mug (silly Shibata, not using white), feeling the weight give and the cup fall. If she had timed it right, she reasoned, the cup should have fallen just when Matsumoto reached for Shibata's mail... Petulant, why... what ever made you think that? If he thought the little chuunin was oh-so-wonderful then he certainly wouldn't mind it in the least when his blueprint was ruined.

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fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-20 12:02 pm UTC (link)

There was a clatter as the cup seemingly upset itself and fell to the table. Quick as a flash Yuzuya knocked it away from his work, spilling lukewarm coffee down his front in the process. Yuzu sat there for a moment, staring at his soaked shirt and the dripping table. Matsumoto looked terrified. Yuzuya blinked once, and asked patiently, "You all right?"

"Oh, Shibata-sempai, I'm so sorry!" the chuunin girl gasped, dark eyes wide. "Your shirt..."

"It's not a problem." Yuzu dismissed it. He had an extra shirt in his locker.

"It's a good thing it didn't get the blueprint, isn't it?" Matsumoto's soprano was quavering with possible tears. "You've been working on that all week, haven't you?"

Yuzu grunted and rose from his desk chair, making his way to the door. "Yes, I have," he replied, so that people outside his tiny office could hear if they were listening. "Did you see something on the cup before it moved? Something like a thread, or a..."

"A wire?" Matsumoto suggested.

Yuzuya nodded, heading out into the hallway. "Or perhaps a..." here he looked right in the direction of Sumire's office, with a knowing glance. "Hair?"

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fallen_sumire
2008-02-20 12:07 pm UTC (link)

Well, damn. She should have expected that he'd pin it on her (he pinned everything on her, the asshole). Still, Sumire was excellent at actually being busy instead of pretending it. She could hear him coming up the hallway, and wound the long hair back into her bun, removed the chakra from her ears. At least the file she was working on was new, just in case he chose to counter sabotage her. She could restart work on it. A tingle of expectation ran down her spine. Would he keep the game going, or would he abandon it like a little boy?

Maybe she should have spiked his coffee with the antidepressants instead. Like she did three months ago. That had been fun.

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	fallen_yuzuya 2008-02-20 12:09 pm UTC (link)
	Yuzu entered Sumire's office momentarily, wearing a gray t-shirt he had obviously just changed into. Without a word he dumped his coffee-soiled shirt smack onto her desk, completely disregarding whatever she was working on. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fallen_sumire 2008-02-20 12:16 pm UTC (link)
	Ah, Shibata. Walking right into her plan. Sumire didn't even bother looking up from her work, her pencil still moving across the bottom of her paper in measured marks while her other hand lifted, plucked the soiled, cold shirt off her desk. "Waste goes in the waste bucket, Shibata," she reminded him, still writing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-20 12:34 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I'm afraid you're mistaken," Yuzuya pronounced, his syllables measured and perfectly calm, despite the warning flash in his dark eyes as he peered down at her. "You are going to wash that properly, iron it, and get it back to me-- in excellent condition." He'd added the "in excellent condition" for a reason. It was more than likely Sumire would try to bleach it or burn it with the iron or something on purpose. "I want it in two days."

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	fallen_sumire 2008-02-20 12:37 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, am I?" Sumire still didn't bother to look up, blithe and still writing. Her voice held tell-tale marks of amusement, as though the notion of her doing laundry for him ever had never crossed her mind. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fallen_yuzuya 2008-02-21 09:32 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes, you are. You... do know how to do laundry properly, don't you?" he asked, with a snide undernote. Other bits of Sumire's womanhood, namely her cooking ~~and the fact that she was a bitch~~ were certainly questionable. "The care instructions are on the label," he added, sweetly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fallen_sumire
2008-02-21 09:52 pm UTC (link)

Sumire answered him by tossing the dirty shirt into the waste bucket it with an air of finality. "Here." She tossed a few ryou at him, "Leave me alone, so I can get some real work done, and go buy yourself something pretty, hmm?"

Sumire looked up, resting her chin on her hand and regarding him with topaz-hard eyes. If he wanted to be a sexist prick, she had no problem getting rid of him. "Go away now, little boy."

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fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-22 12:46 pm UTC (link)

Was she trying to point out that she was upper class goods and he wasn't? Oh, very funny.

Yuzuya snatched the money out of the air and slammed it back onto her desk with one hand with a loud noise that made Sumire jump. He leaned close to her ear, his calm voice down to an irritated growl. "I don't want your money. I want my shirt clean. And I want you to quit messing with me for absolutely no reason."

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fallen_sumire
2008-02-22 12:48 pm UTC (link)

"Aww," Sumire purred in his ear. Her fingers brushed his jawline, and if it had been any other man but Shibata, she knew this would be the point where she'd have to worry about finding a hole in the front of her desk. "But you're so cute when you're angry."

The kunoichi held her position, and waited for Shibata to shudder, like he always did. Shudder and run and say some nasty remark in retreat.

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fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-22 12:51 pm UTC (link)

Sumire was fucking around with him again, but he'd had enough. Yuzuya reached out and grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away from his face. His hand tensed just-so, muscles tightening to send messages to the soft flesh and delicate, birdlike bones in his grip. He spoke slowly, a definite edge in his voice. "I'm not your plaything, Murakami. You're not the only one with 'real work' to do in this building."

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fallen_sumire
2008-02-22 12:52 pm UTC (link)

"Then you should get back to it, shouldn't you?" she answered with a little smirk on her face. Sumire sat back in her chair, her air of superiority increasing. If he had really wanted to do his work so badly, then he wouldn't have barged into her office with his ridiculous request.

"Hurry now, wouldn't dream of wanting you to fall behind." She jerked her hand from his grip and waved at Yuzuya to dismiss him. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Shibata."

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fallen_yuzuya
2008-02-22 12:57 pm UTC (link)

Yuzuya straightened, thoroughly annoyed at being caught by his own words. He paused for a moment, searching for something good to retort with, something needling that would really really hurt her. Two seconds and he didn't come up with anything good.

Yuzu glared daggers at Sumire, frustrated that he had nothing better to do that storm out of her office. "Make sure you use fabric softener!" he ordered, and snapped the door closed behind him.

Damn her! She made him feel so stupid.

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	fallen_sumire 2008-02-22 12:58 pm UTC (link)
	Once Yuzuya stormed away,Sumire sat back in her office chair, wound a lock of hair around her index finger and laughed. Long, hard and low, until her cheeks turned pink and her breath shuddered. Oh god, the look on his face, it was... it was so priceless! "Oh gods in heaven, he's so easy!!" she cackled to herself. (Reply to this) (Parent)