Bacon N Eggs
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,610
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Kingdom Hearts I or II or any other Kingdome Hearts charactors or videogames. I do not make any money, what-so-ever (unfortunatley) from these writtings.
chapter 4
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Thud, thud, thud.
“Go away,” Roxas mumbled as he rolled over onto his side.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Mmmm,” Roxas grumbled and brought his single pillow from underneath his head to cover his ears.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Alright, alright,” Roxas scowled, “I’m up, I’m up. This had better be good.”
He rolled onto his back and sat up, rubbing his face. Roxas swung his legs over his bed and dragged himself to the door, taking a peek through the peep-hole in his door; it was Oscar. Roxas opened the door, surprised by who was making the visit so early in the morning.
“Morning to you, Rocks-ass!” Oscar smiled cheerfully at Roxas.
“G-Good mor-,” Roxas managed before a yawn over took his response, “-ning. What could I do for you?”
“News is good this morning,” Oscar said as he shoved himself into Roxas’ apartment, “I found wheel-it-around for you.”
Roxas looked at the object that followed Oscar into the room. It was a dolly, actually it was more like a cart a bellman in a Ritz Carlton would use to carry people’s luggage to and from their rooms.
“For paintings,” Oscar continued noticing Roxas’ puzzled look.
“Oh, u-uh,” Roxas stammered, befuddled by the generosity his now ‘ex’-landlord was showing, “thank you.”
Oscar smiled one last time before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him, leaving only Roxas, the dolly, and his few belongings. Roxas sighed as he looked around his apartment. He knew that after he delivered his paintings to Mr. Kullhem, he would have a decent down payment for another apartment. He would figure it out, he always did.
Roxas moved back over to his bed, grabbed a fresh cigarette from the box and lit it up, slowly inhaling as he sat on his mattress.
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“So to recap gentlemen of the board,” a monotonous voice continued as his attention went back to a power point presentation behind him, “our profit would increase if we began to use these materials, and started using labor from foreign companies.”
The man looked away from his presentation and down a long rich mahogany table. On either side were men in classic designer black suits looking down towards the head of the table. At the end of table, however, was a man who had his feet up on the wooden table showing off brown leather loafers. His apparel wasn’t like any of the other board committee member’s either; it was a tan with a plaid pattern throughout, he wore no tie but instead a little bright red pocket square.
“So you’re saying to me,” the man released his feet from atop the table just to replace them with his palms slamming the table, “you want me to get this cheap shit for materials and replace our American workers with children from foreign countries?! Just for our profits to rise? Aren’t our profits already at a steady rate? Well? Aren’t they?” He looked to his presenter with daggers in his eyes.
“Uh…um, w-well, yes they are steady, but,” the presenter managed to stutter out.
“Well then meeting adjourned. I’m fine with them being steady and I won’t exploit cheap shit just so I can get a 3% profit rise! This is what we’re all about here, to keep our pianos as authentic as possible. We will use all American products and American labor. Get the picture?” Axel rose out of his plush leather seat, grabbed his materials and stormed out of the conference room fuming.
Once out of the room his secretary rushed to him at once, “Um…Mr. Kullhem, I left a few memos on your desk to sign and…and,”
But Axel’s legs carried him faster than his blonde little secretary could walk and eventually she began to start a light jog in her 5” stilettos. Axel began to head for the elevator that led to his office. However, the short little blonde managed to get there a split second before Axel and prevented him from pushing the button to trigger the start of the elevator.
“Move,” Axel demanded.
“No,” his secretary shot back, “not until you tell me what the hell’s going on with you!”
Axel looked around nervously and then back in to his secretary’s light blue eyes.
“I met a guy,” Axel began tentatively, “his name is Roxas. He just struck me as someone that I’ve been connected to, ya’ know? So…”
“So… what?! Did you get his number or something?” his secretary asked gleefully almost jumping up and down with excitement.
“Not exactly,” Axel chuckled at her behavior, “he’s the artist that’s sells his paintings on that bridge right across from this building.”
“Oh yeah? I’ve seen him before,” the littler one piped in, “he’s a cutie!”
“Yeah…so I bought all of his paintings and he was supposed to bring them to me today. But, he hasn’t showed up at all,” Axel quietly said.
“Oh, it’s alright hun,” his secretary smiled up at him, “why don’t you go up and make yourself a nice cup of tea? It’ll relax you.”
“Yeah I suppose, thanks,” Axel reached around her and pushed the *up* button and the doors dinged open, “Oh and Namine?”
His secretary turned around to look at her employer, “Yes?”
“Not a word about this to any one, ok?” Axel pleaded.
“Sure thing, hun,” Namine smiled as the door closed on Axel.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Go away,” Roxas mumbled as he rolled over onto his side.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Mmmm,” Roxas grumbled and brought his single pillow from underneath his head to cover his ears.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Alright, alright,” Roxas scowled, “I’m up, I’m up. This had better be good.”
He rolled onto his back and sat up, rubbing his face. Roxas swung his legs over his bed and dragged himself to the door, taking a peek through the peep-hole in his door; it was Oscar. Roxas opened the door, surprised by who was making the visit so early in the morning.
“Morning to you, Rocks-ass!” Oscar smiled cheerfully at Roxas.
“G-Good mor-,” Roxas managed before a yawn over took his response, “-ning. What could I do for you?”
“News is good this morning,” Oscar said as he shoved himself into Roxas’ apartment, “I found wheel-it-around for you.”
Roxas looked at the object that followed Oscar into the room. It was a dolly, actually it was more like a cart a bellman in a Ritz Carlton would use to carry people’s luggage to and from their rooms.
“For paintings,” Oscar continued noticing Roxas’ puzzled look.
“Oh, u-uh,” Roxas stammered, befuddled by the generosity his now ‘ex’-landlord was showing, “thank you.”
Oscar smiled one last time before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him, leaving only Roxas, the dolly, and his few belongings. Roxas sighed as he looked around his apartment. He knew that after he delivered his paintings to Mr. Kullhem, he would have a decent down payment for another apartment. He would figure it out, he always did.
Roxas moved back over to his bed, grabbed a fresh cigarette from the box and lit it up, slowly inhaling as he sat on his mattress.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“So to recap gentlemen of the board,” a monotonous voice continued as his attention went back to a power point presentation behind him, “our profit would increase if we began to use these materials, and started using labor from foreign companies.”
The man looked away from his presentation and down a long rich mahogany table. On either side were men in classic designer black suits looking down towards the head of the table. At the end of table, however, was a man who had his feet up on the wooden table showing off brown leather loafers. His apparel wasn’t like any of the other board committee member’s either; it was a tan with a plaid pattern throughout, he wore no tie but instead a little bright red pocket square.
“So you’re saying to me,” the man released his feet from atop the table just to replace them with his palms slamming the table, “you want me to get this cheap shit for materials and replace our American workers with children from foreign countries?! Just for our profits to rise? Aren’t our profits already at a steady rate? Well? Aren’t they?” He looked to his presenter with daggers in his eyes.
“Uh…um, w-well, yes they are steady, but,” the presenter managed to stutter out.
“Well then meeting adjourned. I’m fine with them being steady and I won’t exploit cheap shit just so I can get a 3% profit rise! This is what we’re all about here, to keep our pianos as authentic as possible. We will use all American products and American labor. Get the picture?” Axel rose out of his plush leather seat, grabbed his materials and stormed out of the conference room fuming.
Once out of the room his secretary rushed to him at once, “Um…Mr. Kullhem, I left a few memos on your desk to sign and…and,”
But Axel’s legs carried him faster than his blonde little secretary could walk and eventually she began to start a light jog in her 5” stilettos. Axel began to head for the elevator that led to his office. However, the short little blonde managed to get there a split second before Axel and prevented him from pushing the button to trigger the start of the elevator.
“Move,” Axel demanded.
“No,” his secretary shot back, “not until you tell me what the hell’s going on with you!”
Axel looked around nervously and then back in to his secretary’s light blue eyes.
“I met a guy,” Axel began tentatively, “his name is Roxas. He just struck me as someone that I’ve been connected to, ya’ know? So…”
“So… what?! Did you get his number or something?” his secretary asked gleefully almost jumping up and down with excitement.
“Not exactly,” Axel chuckled at her behavior, “he’s the artist that’s sells his paintings on that bridge right across from this building.”
“Oh yeah? I’ve seen him before,” the littler one piped in, “he’s a cutie!”
“Yeah…so I bought all of his paintings and he was supposed to bring them to me today. But, he hasn’t showed up at all,” Axel quietly said.
“Oh, it’s alright hun,” his secretary smiled up at him, “why don’t you go up and make yourself a nice cup of tea? It’ll relax you.”
“Yeah I suppose, thanks,” Axel reached around her and pushed the *up* button and the doors dinged open, “Oh and Namine?”
His secretary turned around to look at her employer, “Yes?”
“Not a word about this to any one, ok?” Axel pleaded.
“Sure thing, hun,” Namine smiled as the door closed on Axel.