Title: Getting a Job Done Right

Title: Getting a Job Done Right
Rating: M overall
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Arisato MinatoxGirl!Mochizuki Ryoji, onesided MinatoxA Lot of People, Sanada Akihikox Kirijo Mitsuru, Iori JunpeixYoshino Chidori
Summary: AU-ish, humour-fic, genderswitch, and crack-ish...mostly. What if Nyx's Avatar had been a bit more like her? After all, why send a man to do a woman's job?

"You're late..." Says a soft voice as soon as he enters, and feels his eyes widen as he finds the source of it. Standing in front of him is a little girl, no more than nine or ten years old. Her short, pixie-cut hair has a little frilly, lacy headdress tied at the crown of her head, black to match her jet-dark hair, a white and black striped dress with lace along the hem and in the form of a thick bow just under her sternum down to her waist. Covering thin legs that are probably as translucently-pale as the rest of her skin (what little of it he can see on her face at least, for the sleeves of the short black jacket she wears are long and bell-like and also trimmed in lace) are a pair of lace-topped black stirrup stockings, her feet bare- though he doesn't doubt that if she wore shoes, they'd be a pair of glossy black mary-janes. She would be pretty- adorable even, if she wasn't simply so innately creepy. "I've been waiting a long time for you..." She adds, bringing his attention back to the real world, phosphorescent blue eyes trimmed by lashes thick and dark like ebony blinking slowly up at him. Her small fingers snap and she gestures toward the counter, where a red booklet has appeared. "Now if you want to proceed, please sign your name there. It's a contract," here her lips curve into a small, barely-there smile, as if she can read the disbelief in his mind, even if it's not shown on his face. "Don't worry, all it says is that you'll accept full responsibility for your actions. You know," the not-quite-there-smile widens, "the usual stuff."

He blinks as she takes the book and offers it to him, sensing his hesitation in touching it himself. He reads, and though the words seem to blur and jumble in his mind directly after his reading, nothing strikes him as particularly suspicious, so against the small voice at the back of his head that screams he shouldn't, he signs. The girl's smile is real now, if a bit cold, and she closes her eyes briefly.

"No one can escape time. It delivers us all to the same end. You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes..." she murmurs cryptically, and opens her eyes, taking the contract from him and closing it- and it disappears as if she's folded it into nothingness. His eyes widen as she too begins to fade away, leaving only four words hanging softly in the air in her wake.

"...and so it begins."

...great. As if the long walk from the station in the eerie midnight lights hadn't been bad enough. He sighed and turned his attention to the dorm. What next? A murder attempt?

"Who's there?"

He turns toward the voice and sees a girl- a rather pretty one at that- standing with her body half-shadowed at the end of the hallway. Her shadowed hand twitches and he looks to it, eyes widening as he notes the holster and gun strapped to her leg.

...I had to think something, didn't I?