I sat alone in my office. I hadn't had a case in weeks. I hadn't eaten in
two days either, and I was thinking about stealing some ramen from that
Akabeko place in town. You see, no one would give me a case, because I was
probably the only female private eye in all of Japan. I was still
considering this ramen heist when I heard a knock at the door.
"Oh goody. A case!" I thought to myself as I let out a meek "come in," to
my possible meal ticket.
The man who opened the door was rather tall, and he had a fish bone in his mouth. He dressed all in white, and you could see his chest where his shirt was open. The most memorable thing about this guy was his hair. He had perhaps the strangest hair I have ever seen. He looked like a rooster, with a red band around his head. He looked young too, maybe 19 or 20, not too much older than myself.
He sat down at my desk, and said, "My name is Sanosuke Sagara, and do I have the case for you."
My heart leapt at the sound of a case. "Maybe I will be able to eat tonight," I found myself thinking.
"But I won't be able to pay you,"
My heart sunk. It would be another night without food. "Mr. Sagara," I said in my most business like voice, "I have not had a case in weeks. I'm starving! I need money!"
He smiled and said, "I knew you would be desperate enough to take my case. Will you take food for your payment?" I nodded. "Good," he said, "You can come eat at my friend's dojo, she won't mind. The food isn't much, but it's better than starving," he mumbled what he said next "I doubt a cat would eat her food."
"Well, as long as I'm fed, I guess I'll take the case," I said, relieved I would get some payment for my work.
"By the way," he said, "what's your name?"
"Zi Zakiro. Couldn't you tell by the sign outside my office?" Sagara just gave me a blank stare. "Ok, guess not. Anyway, Mr. Sagara, tell me all about this case. Was someone murdered?"
"Nope."
"Money stolen?"
"What money?"
"Someone following you?"
"Not that one either."
"Was a valuable stolen then?"
"Yes."
Finally, we were getting somewhere. "Oh really," I said, "What?"
"My secret sake stash."
Note from author: This is my first fanfic ever! (Whoopee!) I'm trying to make it somewhat funny, but mostly stupid! Oh yeah, and for those of you that don't know "sake" is a Japanese alcoholic beverage. Yeah. I'm done.
The man who opened the door was rather tall, and he had a fish bone in his mouth. He dressed all in white, and you could see his chest where his shirt was open. The most memorable thing about this guy was his hair. He had perhaps the strangest hair I have ever seen. He looked like a rooster, with a red band around his head. He looked young too, maybe 19 or 20, not too much older than myself.
He sat down at my desk, and said, "My name is Sanosuke Sagara, and do I have the case for you."
My heart leapt at the sound of a case. "Maybe I will be able to eat tonight," I found myself thinking.
"But I won't be able to pay you,"
My heart sunk. It would be another night without food. "Mr. Sagara," I said in my most business like voice, "I have not had a case in weeks. I'm starving! I need money!"
He smiled and said, "I knew you would be desperate enough to take my case. Will you take food for your payment?" I nodded. "Good," he said, "You can come eat at my friend's dojo, she won't mind. The food isn't much, but it's better than starving," he mumbled what he said next "I doubt a cat would eat her food."
"Well, as long as I'm fed, I guess I'll take the case," I said, relieved I would get some payment for my work.
"By the way," he said, "what's your name?"
"Zi Zakiro. Couldn't you tell by the sign outside my office?" Sagara just gave me a blank stare. "Ok, guess not. Anyway, Mr. Sagara, tell me all about this case. Was someone murdered?"
"Nope."
"Money stolen?"
"What money?"
"Someone following you?"
"Not that one either."
"Was a valuable stolen then?"
"Yes."
Finally, we were getting somewhere. "Oh really," I said, "What?"
"My secret sake stash."
Note from author: This is my first fanfic ever! (Whoopee!) I'm trying to make it somewhat funny, but mostly stupid! Oh yeah, and for those of you that don't know "sake" is a Japanese alcoholic beverage. Yeah. I'm done.