|My Last Mission
Author: Coffee Lover PM
Excel uses her hyper nature as a cover for her real depression. She can no longer bring herself work for ACROSS when Lord Ilpalazzo is there, and she has decided to quit. Can Lord Ilpalazzo fix her problem, even if he is the problem?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,538 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 01-28-06 - Published: 05-01-05 - id: 2375458
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Disclaimer: Blah blah blah I don't own Excel Saga.
Chapter Five: Surprising turn of Events
Excel yawned in obvious boredom as the meeting drawled on. Really, if she had wanted a desk job, she would have gone to work for some corporate company. If she had done that, maybe she wouldn't be having such financial difficulties.
The meeting went as any meeting would. They talked about normal business thingys, and meeting like thingys, and Excel practically slept through all the thingys.
Lord Ilpalazzo was not pleased with her, leading him to reprimand her for ''unprofessional behavior.''
By the time the meeting was over, Lord Ilpalazzo yanked Excel up by the arm and practically dragged her all the way to his office, with Excel following him down the hall, three steps behind like a delinquent kid on her way to the principals office. Lord Ilpalazzo ignored her angry protest and gripped onto her wrist harder. Once they made it back to the office, Lord Ilpalazzo threw open the door and shoved her inside, closing the door quietly behind.
Not knowing what to do, Excel stood frozen in front of Ilpalazzo. As he brushed past her to sit at his desk, she involuntarily pushed herself further into the bookshelf she was leaning against, as if to get further away from him. When he was angry, he was scary.
"As I sit here and talk to you in a relatively calm voice," he said, "I want you to know that I am mentally picturing myself pulling that rope back at HQ and watching you fall into the water pit."
Excel nervously swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. Nope, he wasn't happy at all.
"What do you think you are doing?" He growled at her.
Excel glanced to her left and then her right, and then turned back to face Lord Ilpalazzo.
"Me?" She asked.
"YES You. Excel, I will not have you jeopardizing this mission."
Excel snorted. "Why is this mission so important? Come on, we all know ACROSS will never concur the city—"
Lord Ilpalazzo slammed his hands down on his desk. At this point he shouldn't be too surprised by strange and unprofessional behavior from her, but he still was at times. "Excel, with this being your last mission, maybe you should try harder."
"Since this is my last mission, LORD Ilpalazzo, maybe you should start searching for a new recruit. What about Misaki? I hear she has quite punch."
"Why are you being difficult?"
"I'm not being difficult!"
"Yes, you are."
"AM NOT!" She yelled, as she rose to her feet and went to the door.
"Excel, stop acting like a depressed child."
Excel stopped and slowly turned around, gaping at him. How dare he! She walked up to him and jabbed her finger into his chest, "I despise you," she hissed.
Lord Ilpalazzo had no idea why, but at that very moment his body felt compelled to roughly grab Excel and crush his lips to hers. Honestly, his body was moving of it's own accord, but he couldn't deny that he did enjoy it.
Excel, too, was surprised at the turn of events. Ilpalazzo's kiss was hard. There was nothing gentle or romantic about it. It was full of pent-up aggression and anger… mixed with a fiery passion that was absolutely searing and wonderfully overwhelming.
She was also surprised that she was kissing him back. She thought about punching him in the stomach or kneeing him in the groin, but when she looked up she was surprised by the look in his golden eyes. They were burning with such intensity that it left her nearly breathless.
The shock of the kiss sent flames racing along every nerve in Excel's body. Opening her mouth, she rewarded him with full access, twining her fingers into his hair to pull him even closer.
Excel would have loved to continue their...activities, but the door flew open yet again and they separated from each other quickly. Excel's hand flew to her mouth, and she refused to meet Lord Ilpalazzo's gaze.
Iwata looked between the two. "Did I interrupt something?"
Lord Ilpalazzo straightened his tie and looked at the young man. "No, I was just explaining the details of our new assignment with Ms. Excel," he said ans he stared at Excel, whose gaze was fixed on the floor. Lord Ilpalazzo turned back to Iwata and frowned. "Did you need something?"
"Er, Here are the papers you requested," Iwata said while sitting the papers on Lord Ilpalazzo's desk.
As Iwata began filling him in on the forms he had requested, Excel sneakily slipped further and further towards the door. She was just three steps away from her getaway when Lord Ilpalazzo called her down.
"Ms. Excel, I don't want you acting as you did today ever again. Do I make myself clear?" he called out to her without taking his eyes off of Iwata.
Excel swallowed nervously, then looked her boss straight in the eyes. What was he talking about? Acting rude in the meeting, or acting like a love sick puppy and letting him molest her in his office? She assumed he meant the first.
"Yes, I understand that, Sir." she mumbled in an embarrassed voice.
Lord Ilpalazzo sighed as she quietly left. Something told him that things would probably get nasty from this point on.
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A/N: ZOMG! Did I just update within a month of posting the last chapter? I think I did! I feel so proud of myself. Hee hee, I made them kiss. Why did I make them kiss? Because I can. I have powers like that. Also, I really thought it was about time. Everybody loves the "I'm so angry at you right now, let's have sex please" kiss.
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