I wrote this 1-2 weeks ago for my niisan, who I asked for a prompt for a story. (Prompt is the title of this one-shot.) Diary and monologue style are how most of my stories for anything were written before I wrote for FFN.
Note that this is inspired by Nullmetal Alchemist, but you should still be able to enjoy without seeing NMA. :3 I recommend you watch it, though, since I think anyone that is a fan of FMA should watch it. XD Come on, you can find time for at least one episode this week, right? You won't regret it! (...Actually, you might...)
On with the story!
It's bad enough that I'm a minor in a high-ranked position (intellect and awesomeness trumped age) and have to run all around the country, throwing myself into dangerous situations with dangerous criminals (yes, I HAVE to), but I also have to deal with my boss.
Something is wrong with that man.
Did you know that he made me stop a terrorist attack on a train all by myself (with my brother's help, of course) when I was twelve? (Wait, no, I was eleven.) He wasn't even my superior yet! When I somehow got out of that alive, he just smirked at me and walked away.
Besides that, he has a snarky attitude, (start counting on your fingers now,) treats me like a child, says my name in a mocking manner, works his subordinates (including me) to the ground, etc, etc. Let's not forget to mention that his ambitions are a little... worrisome.
My brother refuses to see how that man with messy black hair and creepy dark eyes who constantly points out my height (I AM NOT SHORT) is a horrible boss. (You know, people always are more scared of my brother than me at first just because he's tall and spiky. I've known him my whole life, so I know underneath that harsh exterior, he's a bit of a moron.) He's not the one that has to deal with that sonuvamother (whom I'm sure is a lovely woman despite giving birth to this guy)!
With all of the man's theatrics and sickeningly calm yet sinister face expressions, saying he's "flamboyant" is a bit of an understatement.
Believe me, I have complained to many, many people about my boss, but they all seem to think he just has a "vivacious" personality (vivacious my butt) and ignore me. This is where I'm hoping you will listen to me. If something isn't done, he WILL get worse, and you will regret not doing something sooner. I swear it! (I am just about ready to sic the K-9 unit on him!)
I am counting on you to help me before I'm killed because of him. It's all I ask. (You probably aren't capable of attaining anything else I want.)
I can't believe I never realized how well a British accent fits Edward Elric until I watched NMA.
Happy Labor Day! (Is it bad that I don't really remember what the point of this holiday is? ;-;)
K bai!