Author's Note: I was leafing through Volume 4 of the TB manga and was inspired to write this little ficlet. Being an AX enforcer means, well, getting your hands dirty! No one ever said that this job was for the faint of heart.
FAINT OF HEART
"For Heaven's sake, Abel, you're a mess!"
The silver-haired priest started slightly, looking with wide blue eyes into the cockpit, mid-stride. "Er..."
Kate glided over to him in a flurry. "We will be in the Vatican in five minutes and you look like you've been chewed up and spat out. You're going to need to get into more suitable clothing or--"
"Pardon, Sister Kate. I am willing to give my garments to Father Nightroad for the time being. Due to my current system malfunctions I am not in need of--"
"Tres-kun, it's really not necess--"
"Oh, for the love of Jesus, we do not need FLASHERS in the AX!" Kate fumed.
"Cardinal Caterina will be meeting Father Nightroad in 8.23 minutes. I would suggest that given his current state of dress, I give him my garments and go into stasis in the cockpit."
Kate sighed resignedly. Abel, trying to uncatch his sleeve from a particularly nastily burned chunk of his belt, turned to fully face Kate and she emitted the loudest, most agitated shriek he had ever heard.
"What?! What now?!" he asked, his chin snapping up and looking at the hologram with a blissfully unaware look on his face.
Kate pressed a gloved hand to the bridge of her nose, shutting her eyes tightly. The shoulder she had not yet seen of Abel as he'd walked in was entirely bare, along with most of his chest. As she'd glanced lower, she realized even his hipbones and--
"Father Tres, permission to lend Father Nightroad your clothes. I've seen enough for one night..."
"Positive."
Owari.
Hah. Random, I know. But I had fun writing it. Reviews please! :D