Standard disclaimer applies.
It takes me a few hours to realize that Kuma, that dastardly little rabbit, has tricked me again. By this time he's take a bath though, so I can't even scold him for being so tricky. Sometimes I think he should've been a fox. I ponder the idea for awhile, then decide that if Kumagoro won't tell me, then I'll just ask other people.
The first name on my list is Touma. He's easy to find in his office shuffling papers. The life that most Japanese men dream about, I stick my tongue out, i'd hate to have a desk job, Touma says I wouldn't last anyway, he's probably right. Touma generally is when it comes to that sort of thing. Personally, I think Touma works too much.
I explain everything to Touma while he does his dance, the paper shuffle I call it, fluttering around, jotting notes, reading figures that mean nothing to me. He makes little noises to indicate that he is paying attention. "And then He asked why I was me." I finished, as though that explained it all, my hands making big "final" gestures in the air.
Touma sighs and stops messing with his paperwork, even moving away from the desk entirely to the chair I'd perched on. "Ryu," He takes my hands in his own, his smooth fingers feel chilly so I rub them a little to warm them up. Then smile at him, eagerly awaiting an answer. "Kumagoro is a doll." He looks at me, one eyebrow raised, questioning whether I know what a doll is I suppose. "He is made of fluff and fabric. He's pink because that is the color the company that made him dyed him."
I shake my head, frowning at the thought that Kumagoro could be anything other than what he is, and that is pure magic. I guess Touma just isn't as smart as I'd thought he was after all. Or may Kuma put him up to this. I know Touma would never lie to me though, so I take the easier option to deal with. Touma doesn't know. Seeing my frown he sighs again, it makes me sad because I sigh like that when I get really tired. Touma should take better care of himself. Tousling my hair he goes back to his desk and start doing his paper dance again while I return to my search for answers.
My next victim is Mr. K, my American ex-manager with a bit of a fetish for guns. I figure he may know something about the pink since him and Kumagoro both have names starting with K. And he's from America, which is full of magic, just like kumagoro. He claims to be really busy, but then goes on to say he always has time for me in his schedule. I grin, "It'll only be a second! I just want to ask you a question!"
I retell the whole story, adding on Touma's answer and making a sour face to show my disapproval to his response.
Mr. K puts his gun to his chin in thought, rubbing the muzzle across his chin the same manner as old mustache men stroking their beards. It look like he's thinking really hard. "I think," He starts off and in my excitement I can't keep still, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. K's smile reminds me of a maniac, as he thrusts one finger up into the air to make his point, "Kumagoro is pink to deflect my bullets!
He looks very proud of his suggestion for a moment, then his face falls and he mumbles "I can't shoot cute pink things, you know?" Pulling the slide on his gun he then pats my head, everyone was doing that today, did I look like a puppy to them?
Mr. K wandered down the hall leaving a trail of shell casings behind him as he fired a round every 5 ft, calling for Mr. Sakano.
A/n: I'm going to a party tonight for one of my bosses retirements, so I guess this is going to have to do for now, the end will be posted sometime this weekend. Depends on how much I drink tonight. This was intended to only be three chapters, but it looks like it may be four. Hope you have enjoyed this so far. I'm rather proud of it.