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Office Gossip	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Office Gossip
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
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The hot water ran down his skin, washing away the stresses of the day, and the smell of the soap relaxed his mind as it refreshed his body. He massaged the shampoo into his scalp, forcing the pain in his head to recede. It had been a long day.
After he’d calmed down and returned to the office, Aoba hadn’t stayed very long. He’d gathered his things quickly and quietly, said a brief goodbye to his co-workers, and headed for home. The staff at the estate had been surprised to see him home so early, and had berated him with questions. Using the excuse ‘I have a headache and don’t feel very well’, he’d managed to fend them off for a while. One of the maids had promised to bring him some soup in a little while, after he got some rest. Trudging up the stairs to his bedroom, he’d quickly taken off his clothes and gotten into the shower, where he’d been for the last 45 minutes.
As he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, he thought again about the whole situation. And the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. Why would Noiz cheat on him? Why would Noiz cheat on him with Klara? The idea was preposterous. And yet. How else could Klara have known about Noiz’s piercings unless she had seen them? What other reason would she have for seeing that part of him?
Question after question swam through his mind, and Aoba had no answers. He thought about asking Noiz, but there were two problems with that idea. The first, was that Noiz was going to be in meetings from sun-up until well past sun-down all week. And the second, was that if Aoba confronted Noiz about cheating, and he wasn’t, Noiz would come up with some cruel and devious way of punishing Aoba for questioning his loyalty. And if it turned out he was cheating, then…
Aoba opened the eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. What would he do if Noiz really was cheating on him? Would he leave and go back to Japan? Would he forgive him? Aoba wasn’t sure himself. He didn’t want to leave Noiz, he loved him. But if those feelings were no longer returned, could he really just sit back and watch as the man he loved chose someone else? Aoba sighed as he turned off the water. He had far too many questions, and not a single answer for any of them. And the only way for him to get answers was to find out whether or not Noiz really was cheating on him, and that meant talking to Noiz.
He couldn’t talk to Noiz about anything until the end of the week. Once the long meetings were over and life went back to a semi-normal state, he would pull Noiz aside and tell him about what he heard. Until then, he would just act like nothing had happened.
Aoba nodded to himself and squared his shoulders. Picking up his towel, he dried off and headed into the bedroom to get dressed, confident that everything was going to be okay. He woke Ren up from sleep mode and busied himself doing some maintenance on his allmate.
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Several hours later, Aoba looked up from his computer and checked the time. It was late, and Noiz would be home soon. Anxiety began to build in his chest as he thought about what he would do, and what he would say when Noiz returned. Noiz was extremely perceptive. If Aoba’s actions were off by the tiniest amount, Noiz would know and would question him about it. And Aoba couldn’t lie to Noiz. As his panic grew, an idea occurred to him. He quickly turned his computer off and got into his pajamas. If he was asleep when Noiz got home, then he wouldn’t have to do or say anything.
Aoba turned off the lights, slipped into bed and took a few deep breaths, trying to relax. The tension and stress from the day started to catch up with him, and he was surprised at how tired he actually was. Before he knew it, his eyes had closed and he was beginning to drift off.
At the edge of his consciousness, he heard the door to the bedroom open and the muffled footsteps of someone coming inside. Noiz sighed tiredly as he stripped off his jacket and tie, tossing them haphazardly on the chair Aoba had been sitting in only moments before. Sleep tugged at the back of Aoba’s mind, and he had no strength to resist it.
As he gave in to his exhaustion, Aoba felt a cool hand on his head, and long fingers ran through his hair.
“Güt schlafen, mein Hase. Ich liebe dich.”
(Sleep well, my Bunny. I love you.)
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When Aoba woke up the next morning, Noiz was already gone. With a mixed sigh of relief and sadness, Aoba got himself up and going.
The office was already bustling with activity when Aoba arrived. He spotted Anelie waving to him from across the room, and waved back, smiling softly. She smiled back at him, concern and understanding in her eyes. Sitting down at his desk, Aoba was preparing his work for the day when his desk phone rang. He grabbed it quickly and put the receiver to his ear.
“This is Aoba.”
“Aoba.” Noiz’s voice was professional and a bit brusque. “Would you send Klara in please?”
Aoba’s voice caught in his throat as his heart sunk to the floor.
“Aoba? Are you there?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m here. Sorry, I was just seeing if she’d come in yet. I’ll send her right in.”
Before Noiz could respond, Aoba hung up the phone and shut his eyes firmly, willing his tears away. It was perfectly normal for Noiz to need to speak to Klara. She was in charge of the financial reports for Noiz’s latest project. Perfectly normal.
Repeating this to himself like a prayer, Aoba stood and looked around the office for Klara. She was in the break room, talking to Dana and Johanna. Steeling himself, Aoba quickly wiped a hand over his eyes, put on his best smile, and walked over to them.
“Klara. Mr. Noiz would like to see you in his office.”
The smile that she returned did not match the cold and vindictive look in her eyes. She giggled briefly and lowered her voice.
“That man is insatiable. He can’t even wait until lunch.” Giggling again, Klara smiled at the Dana and Johanna, turned away, and walked towards Noiz’s office.
When Aoba felt Dana’s hand on his cheek, he realized he was crying. Jerking back to reality, he brushed the tears away with the back of his hand, and smiled at the two women.
“Sorry. Just some allergies. I’m fine.”
As Aoba turned to return to his desk, Johanna grabbed his shoulder, stopping him.
“We’re all going to do a little shopping after work and then go out to a bar tonight. You should come with us.”
Aoba was about to refuse, but Dana interjected before he could get a word out.
“It will be a good chance for you to see the city. And I don’t think being alone right now is the best idea.”
When Aoba looked back at the two women, he realized that Anelie must have told them what she thought was going on. He hung his shoulders and dropped his gaze to the floor, nodding slightly. Dana put her hand on his other shoulder while Johanna gave him a brief hug.
“We’ll be heading out right after work okay?” Johanna’s bright smile was infectious, and Aoba found himself returning it despite the circumstances.
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Aoba hadn’t paid much attention to the conversation as his female co-workers dragged him off after work. He was really only going along because he didn’t want to go home. Everything at home reminded him of Noiz, and the women were good company. Nevermind the fact that they didn’t really understand the reason behind his depression.
For the entire day, Aoba had been going over the events of the last few weeks. Klara had been spending more time with Noiz, working on the project. The two of them had even stayed late together on several occasions. At the time, Aoba had thought nothing of it. But, now… The other thing that had been bothering him was how abnormally unaffectionate Noiz had been lately. True, Aoba hadn’t spent more than five waking minutes with him in over a week, but Noiz hadn’t even kissed him. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that Noiz was actually cheating on him with Klara.
And so, as he walked with his co-workers, his mind was consumed by grief and sadness. Which was why he was caught off guard when they finally stopped. His eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. It was a lingerie shop.
He was in shock. Shock tinged with a large helping of embarrassment. The blush from his cheeks was rapidly spreading to his ears and down his neck. He was certain that his face was putting off enough heat to boil water. Johanna pulled on his arm, and he stumbled forward, into the open doors of the shop.
Once he’d been dragged inside, his face went even redder, a phenomenon Aoba hadn’t believed possible. Johanna pulled him along, past rack after rack of frilly, lacy, see-through pieces of nothingness. The rest of the women were in the back of the store, huddled together, looking at something that made them all giggle like little school girls. A sudden feeling of dread began to stir in the back of Aoba’s mind. When he saw what the women were holding, his knees became wobbly, and he tried to pull his arm out of Johanna’s grasp.
“No...wait...you don’t understand...I’m not…” Aoba’s mind was incapable of putting together a whole sentence, so he stuttered, his German beginning to slur.
The women held in their hands a lacy, blue floral lingerie set. Cold sweat began to run down Aoba’s back, and he pulled even harder on his arm. He wanted to run. As fast and as far away as he could. But Johanna’s grip was strong.
“Relax, Aoba. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Have you ever worn something like this before?” Johanna grabbed him tighter and put an arm around his shoulders. Aoba shook his head emphatically.
“We know that you’re self-conscious about your size, that’s why you wear mens suits all the time, but you don’t need to be. Just try it on, liebchen. We’ll help you and make sure it fits right. I promise it’ll look great on you.” Dana grabbed the arm Johanna wasn’t holding and turned him towards the fitting rooms.
“No! I don’t want to! I’m not a...you don’t understand! Let me go!” His mind lost the ability to function properly and his speech returned to his normal Japanese. Not understanding the language, his protests went unnoticed as Anelie opened the fitting room door and Dana escorted him inside.
Johanna finally let go of his arm and left the room, leaving only Dana, Anelie, and the struggling Aoba. Dana grabbed both his arms from behind, pinning them to his sides. Anelie reached for his suit jacket and pushed it aside. She swiftly removed his tie and began working on unbuttoning his shirt. When she was finished, she pulled the shirt open...and stopped, staring at his chest. Dana, seeing Anelie’s reaction, leaned over Aoba’s shoulder and looked down. Immediately, she released Aoba’s arms and he pulled his shirt closed over himself, breathing heavily. Anelie spoke first.
“Aoba...you’re a man?” Anelie’s voice was devoid of emotion.
Golden eyes shut tightly against the situation, Aoba nodded slowly.
“I’m sorry. The words...I don’t know...tried to say…” Aoba’s broken German was tinged with the tears of embarrassment that were forming in his eyes. “So sorry...couldn’t say...tried…”
Aoba felt a hand on the back of his head and Anelie pulled him into a hug.
“Don’t apologize. We should be the ones apologizing. I’m so sorry Aoba. Can you ever forgive us?” Pulling away from him, Anelie looked into his eyes. It almost seemed as if she was about to cry as well.
Feeling a little guilty, Aoba smiled and nodded. When Anelie released him, he quickly put his clothes back in order.
“I should head home now.” Aoba left the fitting room, but stopped when he felt Anelie’s hand on his shoulder.
“Will you at least come drink with us? Let us make up for it? It’ll be our treat.”
More than anything, Aoba really wanted to be alone so he could process and think about everything that was happening with Klara and Noiz. But he knew that if he left now, the women who had, in all honesty, been truly kind to him, would think he was upset at them for mistaking him for a girl. [Well, one drink won’t hurt, I guess.]
“Sure.”
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