Weeeeeeeeeell, I'm sorry to announce I'll be taking a break from writing humor stories. It really can't be helped. This is mostly because I've run out of ideas. I do not have an urn which magically sprays out an infinite stream of ideas for me to use. As nice as that would be, I don't have one. I'll return to the whimsical fanfictions once I am able to get enough furniture to throw at Dio and Sieghart- I mean, enough ideas to complete a chapter/one-shot. I'm really, really sorry about this…
…Plus I kind of wanted to write something serious, to prove I'm not a 100% derp. I'm only 82.17%! I think.
Now, on to the story! Enjoy!
The rain wouldn't stop tonight. Sometimes, when it rains this hard, you don't think it will ever stop. The dreary clouds, along with the dark of concrete, blanketed the world in grey. Thunder clashed, and the sky was alit briefly. Through this gloomy setting, a taxi trudged slowly through the rain.
The car slowly halted to a stop in front of the police station. The passenger door flew open, and a girl in a midnight-black trench coat emerged. Light green hair was tied into a braid, and her blue eyes shone despite the clouded area. She paid the driver his fare, and the car drove off. Turning towards the dark building, she sighed. She was feeling the nostalgia of her childhood returning to her, how she always wanted to be a cop, how she always wanted to save a city in despair.
But, what was a childhood dream is now a reality.
The female climbed the stairs, and entered the building. A whitewashed-purple haired male sat at the receptionist's desk, his dark, red eyes staring down the newcomer.
After a moment of silence, she spoke, "E-Excuse me, sir, I-I'm the new recruit."
The man's eyes drifted up and down her figure. "So you're the new one," He spoke as if he was taunting her. Eye contact was made, and the tone of voice shifted to annoyance. "Well, what do you want?"
She gulped. "I-I need the registration form." The man got up and handed her a clipboard and a pen. The clipboard contained a sheet of paper with a few blanks to be filled out. In a few minutes, the form was filled, and returned to the youth at the counter. He gazed over the paperwork.
"Lime, huh." He turned towards her. "Welcome to your greatest nightmare. My name's Asin. Figure you might as well know that since I'll be seeing your face often. Go see the chief to get the rules and what-not. I don't take care of those things." He gestured with the pen towards a hallway. "Go down that hallway, last door you see." As Lime followed his directions, she could hear Asin mutter something about somebody having mercy on her.
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She knocked thrice before entering. The indigo-haired one finished sorting the paperwork on his desk, before turning to the newcomer. "Ah, you must be Lime. I heard about you." He rose and offered his hand to shake hers. She accepted. "My name is Ronan Erudon. I'm the head of police here." He smiled. "How are you today?"
"I'm alright."
"That's good to hear. Now…" Ronan picked up a book off the shelf and handed it to Lime. "…Here's the rulebook. I'll get somebody to get your oriented. If you didn't notice earlier, there's a bench outside my office. Wait there until I get your forms all sorted out."
The green-haired one exited the room, sitting on the bench outside. A silver-haired one stopped to admire the new face. "Are you the new one?" She asked. Though the silver one didn't recognize Lime, Lime recognized her: Rin Sillhoute, legendary detective, and Lime's idol.
"Y-Yes, I am!" Lime nodded rapidly.
"Well, nice to meet you, I'm Rin." The older woman offered her hand. The moment was cut short by the office door opening.
Ronan sighed. "Well, I've got good news and bad news. Good news, I've got somebody to teach you the ropes around here. The bad news… well, you'll figure that out yourself."
"Ronan! Why would you get him to help her? I could use another partner…"
"Rin, as true as that may be, you have Asin. He doesn't have a partner yet."
"B-But-"
"No buts." Ronan turned towards Lime. "Now, let's meet your partner, shall we?"
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The door was littered with bullet holes. Three knocks from the police chief, and a voice, clearly male, shouted in response, "What do you want?!"
Ronan opened the door, revealing a room piled high with various book and magazines, records and machines. Movie posters and black and white pictures lined the walls. It was neat, but cluttered. In the center of the room was a desk, behind which sat a golden haired youth, glaring at the intruders into his space.
"Rufus, this is your new partner. Her name is Lime." A glare was shot towards the police chief. "Lime, this is Rufus Wilde. He's one of the best officers we have."
"Why are you giving me a partner? I work alone, you idiot."
Ronan shot a menacing glare at Rufus. "I apologize in advance for his behavior. He's not exactly… the nicest person." As the police chief began to make his exit, he turned and added, "Oh, and Rufus, if she dies, you're fired." With that, the door slammed shut.
A brief silence followed after. To break it, Lime offered her hand to shake. Her hand was rejected by the officer at the desk. He said, "Listen, don't expect to be friends or anything. For the record, I work alone. I don't need your bloody help. You're only still here because I value my job."
Lime sighed and sat in a chair in the corner. Her dreams were not starting as planned, but everything had to get better eventually, right?
So tell me what you think. I've got a rather loose plot for this, so I'm open to a few ideas. But make note, if a character didn't appear here, it's unlikely they will. There are one or two exceptions….
I'll get the next chapter up when I can! Ciao for now!