Buahaha! I finally find a thread on FFN for KCDS! My totally underappreciated manga love! I've been trying to write fanfiction for this series for ages, but it's all been for my own entertainment, as I couldn't find anyone who cared enough to share it with. But alas, here we are! So for this- thing- in particular… it's not very good. Actually, I'd say bordering on suckish. But it's one of the only ones I've done that doesn't involve me trying to come up with a half-ass murder mystery type of plot, or creating weird-beyond-words pairings with the cast of the story. Also, it's short and uneventful. But it is through Numata's POV, which is a redeeming quality. I love him so much… XD Alright, well, I should mention now that I don't own these characters (if I did, the story would suck. Really.) And I'm not making money off of this, and blah, blah, blah. So enjoy. Or not, you know, whatever…
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I stretched my hands over my head, and took a deep breath; ah, nothing like the smell of rotting flesh and formaldehyde in the morning.
"Coffee?" Sasaki offered, holding a steaming mug of dish-water colored liquid out in front of me. I shook my head, and instead pointed to the can of energy drink sitting on the table. My new staple.
"That stuff gives you heart attacks," Makino told me matter-of-factly.
"Only if you drink a ton of it," Karatsu corrected her, "More likely you'll rot your teeth out with all the sugar, Numata."
"Bah, I brush," I told him, snatching up the can, "Sometimes."
"I thought I smelled something terrible," Kereellis said. Little smart-ass muppet.
"Shut your hand up," I told Yata, then took a swig of my drink. It really tastes like shit, but man, can this stuff keep you awake.
"It's not me-!" he started. The puppet smirked, and he just dropped his arm to his side.
"So what's the plan for today?" Karatsu asked.
"I'm taking care of the old man in the other room," Makino replied. She was already beginning to tie her hair back, and had a mask around her neck. That girl is so messed up. I love it.
"You three are supposed to go help the lady down the street move her stuff into the truck," Sasaki told us. The three of us let loose a collective groan.
"Another manual labor job?" Yata asked.
Sasaki didn't look amused as she glared at all of us over her glasses. "It's bringing income, right? No complaining."
"We're a professional firm," I insisted, "The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service- not the 'Haul a bunch of people's crap around for something below minimum wage' Service!"
"Just get going," the bossy little lady insisted. Once she flipped open her laptop, I knew there was no more arguing with her.
"Well, let's get to it, then," Karatsu sighed. He was the first out the door. Alien boy and I followed.
"Remember, lift with your legs-" the puppet mocked. I grabbed its little felt throat.
"Hey!" Yata cried, "My hand's in there!"
"Then sorry about breaking your wrist," I growled, twisting my hand.
"Numata, cut it out!" Karatsu hollered. I scowled, and let Yata's arm go. He looked panicked, and hid his hand behind his back.
"Let's get this over with," I said. From the look of the truck parked in front of the lady's house, I could tell we were going to have quite a job in store for us. I wished I'd bought a second energy drink.