OK, I'm starting to slump myself into a depression with all these sad stories. I think I've got 20 or so stories on paper that I'm too lazy to type up... So here's a little comedy for you. By the way, I suck at making people laugh. This story is mainly for my benefit.
Free Time
a Dragon Knights fanfic
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights, unless you count when I'm dreaming. Mineko Ohkami does. Lucky Ohkami-sama. XP
Yeah. And the whole "no stealing my story" thing. I own the idea. And as soon as I write a fic good enough to steal, I'll have a Wall of Shame.
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It was a peaceful day at the Dragon Castle... Well, at least, it was peaceful until Ruwalk 'remembered' some expense reports that he had 'forgotten' to turn in with a little 'help' from Alfeegi.
"Ruwalk... Why are these figures so much higher than they should be? And why are Kai-stern's expense reports from the last two months missing? And why don't these numbers-" He jabbed a finger at the paper, apparently indicating some agitating figures "Match up with those numbers?" He stabbed another frustrating spot on the paper before him.
Of course, Ruwalk knew better than to make something up. He knew better than to lie to the all-knowing Alfeegi. He knew better than to try to cover up for Kai-stern's excessive spending. That didn't, of course, mean he didn't do it anyway.
"I-I have no idea! Don't look at me! Maybe you should... ask the knights! They've been out a lot lately!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew that they were a bad choice.
"DON'T YOU GO TRYING TO BLAME THIS ON SOMEONE ELSE! YOU'VE BEEN COVERING UP FOR KAI-STERN WAY TOO LONG! YOU'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR YEARS! I HAVE NO IDEA WHY YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH IT!!" Poor Alfeegi. He looked like he had burst a blood vessel or two... or five. "Now. I want you to go into your office, open up the desk drawer second from the top on the right side, search through all those folders of only-God-knows-what and get out those hidden expense reports."
Bug-eyed and rather bewildered, Ruwalk left the room to do as he was told. Alfeegi was just plain freaky sometimes.
With telling off Ruwalk out of his way, Alfeegi only needed to do one more thing this morning: Turn in the complete report to the Dragon Lord. Of course he couldn't do that until Ruwalk came back with those papers, so he had a small amount of free time. Free time rarely came for poor Alfeegi; everyone always wanted something from him. Rath wanted a new sword, Ruwalk lied about expense reports, there was a meeting to organize, Rath wanted another new sword...
He had to be very careful about how he spent his precious free time. He couldn't go near the other officers or they would think of something for him to do. It was honestly amazing how the sight of him seemed to cause forgotten tasks to pop immediately into people's heads. So, ever-cautiously, he slunk around the castle, making no noise whatsoever. He paused at the door of the Dragon Lord's office, listening for voices. When none met his straining ear, he stepped quickly and lightly past.
Alfeegi breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief as he came upon the door to his own office. He was almost there! Carefully, he pushed open the door to his office. After all, people had been known to wait for him in his office and jump out at him. Once he had the door open, he slid a hand in and flipped the switch to turn on the light. When no voices made themselves heard, no one jumped out, he knew he was home free.
Greatly relieved, he entered his office and walked past his desk, for once completely ignoring the giant stack of paperwork on top. He approached the counter where he kept a boiling pot of water for two reasons: to make tea to calm his nerves, and to dump on the first person who wore those nerves thin. He intended on using it for the former this morning. He had just dropped the teabag into the bowl when he heard a highly unwelcome and unexpected voice...
"Oh, Alfeeeegiiiiii..." The singsong voice gave him little time to react. A fraction of a second from immediately, his hands were tied behind his back and a slender hand was covering his mouth.
"Not a sound." The voice warned him. It sounded as though it had traveled through sneering lips.
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I think there's 60 dashes...I counted. So, can anyone guess who is kidnapping poor Alfeegi? I'll have the second chapter up ASAP.
Peridot-chan