A/N: Hello again everyone! I know this chapter is kind of short, but these were supposed to be drabbles...but it's still super short .-.
Of Impulse and Fey: Spin Off Ed.
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Ch. 4
Patience
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I sighed after the fifth agency screamed their concerns that their "new recruit took the job too fucking seriously!" My head ached and lack of sleep from Kiyohime's fussing during the previous evening was no help either. I fought down the urge to reach for the pill bottle I kept stashed in my desk. Oh fuck it, I thought as I reached for it. The medication was simple over the counter stuff, but I hate swallowing pills. My hatred couldn't be helped when a sharp pang seared through my skull and I was given no room for any second thoughts.
After our talk on the couch a few days ago, Natsuki went job hunting. Well, I'm using the word "hunt" loosely. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. When I asked her what career she might be interested in, she quickly fished for the remote to turn on the television. Channel surfing for a couple of minutes, the blunette settled upon an American action film called Red 2 and like an excited six year- old at Christmas began speaking rapidly about how she found another television show just like it and she… etc.
I groaned when my phone rang again. She was so happy about choosing this specific line of work, there's no way we could stomach her "failure". It wasn't truly a failure, Natsuki was simply too good at what she did and had no idea about how to hold back. That was my fault really I suppose, I neglected to teach any sort of people skills or any basics about how to interact with other people. Natsuki wasn't socially retarded per say, she just didn't know how to deal with humans. The phone rang again and I reluctantly picked up the phone, "Viola speaking."
"I'm sorry Shizuru, but we ended up going back home after the last one threatened to file a law suit," replied a frazzled sounding Reito, "Natsuki's…"
He didn't have to finish his sentence. I already had an idea about how Natsuki would take the news that no one wanted to work with her. I imagined my poor puppy mopey and withdrawn, snappy and short-tempered, but underneath it all crushed that she couldn't fulfill the goal she set out for herself. I looked over at the clock which read 16:02. (Reading in military time just made it easier for me to keep track of my schedule.) I thought hard about what I should do next. Natsuki needed me to comfort her, but she wouldn't accept it willingly. The alien had this idea that when someone cared for her it was some kind of charity act rather than genuine concern for her wellbeing. I'm not sure if this was some type of cultural norm on her planet or if this idea was derived from some internal trauma, but none of that really matters at this moment in time. I scanned the clock again.
I had some important meetings to attend, and wouldn't be home until much later tonight. But I wanted desperately to go and see her, to smother her in love and affection even though she wouldn't accept it right away. Actually, I had no idea if she liked it when I do that anyway. I suppose there are a lot of things we don't know about each other. Come to think of it, we don't talk much outside of passionate intimacy, the day-to-day mundane, and baby talks. Still, that's something we both have to be ready to do and I'm still not quite ready to venture into uncomfortable territory.
On the other hand, all I wanted to do was hole up in a hotel for a few nights just to regain my strength. I quickly dismissed that idea. That wouldn't be fair to anyone. I settled with telling Reito to make dinner a bit earlier as I was going to push my meetings up and go home as soon as possible. And that is what I did.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this installment, stay tuned for more! By the way, if you have an idea of what you would like to see for this crazy family, shoot me an ask on my tumblr page! Or if you just wanna talk, that's cool too! Love ya'll SCH