"What is love? How do you aquire it?"
This is something I ask myself basically every day. It's sad, to think that I don't know how to answer my own question.
"Suzuki! Are you listening?!" Demanded a voice behind me. I jumped, practically almost throwing my coffee against the wall.
"The hel-... Yes, sir? Coworker?" I gasped, a hand clutched into a fist and a huge fake smile ln my face. I mdntally noted that I need a sign that tells people I don't respond nicely to loud noises.
"That's a no, then," the voice sighed. "Well, I just came to tell you that I overheard the boss talkin' on the phone to someone. "
"Really? Go away." I hissed.
"No, it gets better! I heard 'That settles it then. We'll ship out Ms. Suzuki in a week.' That's YOU."
"Uh huh, that's great, now leav-.. They are making me leave? I didn't do anything." I spun around in my chair, a shocked look on my face. My coworker was grinning. He's too stupid to understand that this is bad.
"What's the matter? I thought you'd like getting a vacation..." he frowned.
Vacation. Sure.
I turned back around. "Talk to me when you have good news." I spat, returning to my work, a look of pure rage and horror in my eyes. I turned, to see the man was gone. I narrowed my eyes, seeing my boss walk into my little work space.
"So, I have news. Yo-" he started.
"You're being fired in a week. Yada yada yada. I know," I completed his sentence, frowning. "May I ask why?" I asked, turning back around with my arms crossed against my chest.
"Fired? No, no, no. You're being transferred.. Those are two different things." He explained.
"Excuse me? Am I listening correctly? You said 'transferred', yes?" I asked, awestruck.
"Yes, you did. To the Kira case. You know that one, right?"
This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction. Is it the worst thing ever? Maybe.
Do I care? No, not really.
Is it probably very cliché?
I don't know.