Franziska von Karma surveyed her office with narrowed eyes; something was out of place. Atop the mountain of paperwork that was neatly stacked upon her desk, an extravagantly wrapped box stuck out like a sore thumb.
She could feel her grip tightening around the whip in her right hand. "What foolish fool would have put something so foolish on my desk?"
The prosecutor frowned as she walked over to a calendar that was hanging on the office's back wall. For some reason, Franziska found the familiar sound of her high-heeled, leather boots upon the wooden floor unsettling, and she had to suppress an involuntary shudder. After a brief moment of searching, her eyes widened in horror; two neatly printed words in the bottom right hand corner of the date read, "Franziska's Birthday". She herself was never quite sure why this date brought on a sense of dread, but she could already feel it spreading throughout her entire body. Franziska von Karma cringed, and tried to shake this unwanted emotion. However, one strange feeling still lingered, and she wasn't quite sure what it was...
With a frown still plastered across her face, the prosecutor removed the rectangular box from her wooden desk, careful not to disturb any of the many piles of important case files. The strange package was wrapped in maroon and gold paper, and a bow of the same colors was tied on the top.
It was then that Franziska shook the mysterious present, curious of its contents. Whatever was inside didn't budge, and the prosecutor could feel her face flush red in embarrassment. What a foolish thing she had just done, acting like an overexcited child on Christmas morning... A von Karma shouldn't stoop to that type of imperfect behavior. Looking down at her desk in disgust, she noticed a small golden envelope with her name signed on the front. This handwriting could only belong to none other than Rumia Tenshin, her "little brother's" fiancée.
Sighing, she gave in to the smile that had been spreading across her lips. This was so thoughtful… Usually, Miles was the only one who remembered her birthday, so she was pleasantly surprised that Rumia had cared enough to get her something. Carefully, Franziska removed the card from the envelope, not wanting to damage it.
Happy Birthday, Franziska. I actually bought this for you some time ago, thinking that it might come in handy. Come by our house for dinner tonight, if you have the time.
Rumia Tenshin
It took a lot of will power to retain her composure as she read Rumia's letter; Franziska could hardly believe that her soon to be sister-in-law had gotten her a present, and even invited her to dinner… It might have been the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.
She gently placed her whip on the desk, for opening a present was a task that demanded the use of both of her hands. After slicing off the tape, she peeled off the wrapping paper, not even making the slightest tear. Much to Franziska's dismay, she found herself looking at another layer of the same paper. Her eyes narrowed as she slid off six more frustrating layers of wrapping. Finally, through her effort, a white box was revealed, and she could barely contain her excitement as she pried off the lid.
An expression of confusion replaced the look of pure bliss that had been on her face only moments ago as the prosecutor lifted a dreadfully thick thesaurus from the bottom of the box. She then noticed an exceptionally thin, blue strip of paper marking one of the pages. For lack of a better idea, Franziska von Karma turned to a page in the "f" section to find another blue paper underlining the word "fool".
Dumbstruck, she simply stood there until an insatiable rage consumed her. "You FOOL!" she yelled. "There is nothing wrong with my constant overuse of the word 'fool'!"
Blind with fury, Franziska picked up her whip, and struck the ominous stack of papers on the desk before her, causing them to scatter all across the room. "GRAAAAAAAAAAA!" she screamed, continuing to crack her whip.
Franziska von Karma's angry rampage had alerted everyone in the Prosecutor's Office, but only two were brave enough, or stupid enough, to investigate. Detective Dick Gumshoe and Prosecutor Winston Payne burst through the door, only to see the most terrifying spectacle playing out before them. A normal Franziska was one thing, but a raging Franziska was quite a different ordeal.
"Ms. v-von K-Karma?" Payne looked like he was going to wet himself as he struggled to utter those words.
"What's going on, pal?" Gumshoe bit his tongue after speaking; he had referred to her as "pal"! That was a mistake that would carry dire and most certainly painful consequences.
"FOOLISH FOOLS WHO FOOLISHLY ENTER MY OFFICE IN SUCH A FOOLISH MANNER!" Franziska brought her whip down upon poor Gumshoe, and lashed him about ten times. "YOU CALL YOURSELF A DETECTIVE WHEN YOU AREN'T EVEN CAPABLE OF CORRECTLY REFERRING TO YOUR SUPERIORS?!?!"
Gumshoe whimpered while Payne tried to make his escape, but no one could evade the penetrating glare of an enraged von Karma. Before the whip could claim yet another victim, Prosecutor Payne crashed right into the office wall.
"IDIOTIC IDIOT WHO IDIOTICALLY TRIED TO RUN FROM PUNISHMENT!" After lashing Payne fifteen times, she finally stopped to ponder the words that she had just spoken. Surprisingly, she found that she enjoyed using the word "idiot". She turned her gaze back to the two men lying in crumpled heaps on the floor; they looked like they were in an excruciating amount of pain. "Get out of my office, Payne."
The Prosecutor quickly struggled to crawl out of the room, fearing that he would be hit again.
"And you," she said as she glanced over at Detective Gumshoe, "clean this up for me."
"Yes sir!" the detective's response was muffled, as he was still lying with his face directly on the wooden floor.
A smile once again crossed her lips; she would have to thank Rumia for the gift at dinner tonight. It was definitely going to come in handy in the future, since she was in vast need of some new names to call Gumshoe.