[ Sha Gojyo, P. I. ]
a/n: Sorry this took a while to get out. I don't know, my writing doesn't feel 100% these days. Please criticize...
[ client ]
When I arrived at the office, my shirt was unbuttoned, and the coat was slung over my shoulder. This getup was not meant for long walks in the hot L.A. sun.
I stepped into the smoky room. The one small window was covered with blinds. Swiping at the wisps of smoke, I peered at Hakkai, who was sitting at a desk by the door.
"Since when did you take up chain-smoking?"
"Just now," he replied, pointing at the pack - /my/ pack of cigarettes on his desk.
"Dammit, Hakkai," I said, "Do you know how much I'm regretting hiring you?"
S(he) shrugged his/her slender shoulders.
I rolled my eyes. "I never asked earlier... but that spell is NOT permanent right?"
Hakkai grinned. "Why do you ask?"
"To be blunt with you," I said, "You scare me."
That grin grew wider, showing lines of perfect white teeth. "Mmhmm. And is that all the effect I have on you?"
I glared at his calm demeanor. I swear...
I turned around and plopped into my desk chair with as much dignity that I could muster. "Forget it Hakkai. You want to go on your little gender-confusion thing, fine, just don't drag me into it."
I fumbled into my jacket pocket for a spare pack of cigarettes. Hakkai acted like he didn't hear a thing, and went on organising the papers on his desk. Hakuryu poked it's head out of the top drawer of his desk, and squeaked. Or whatever sound it is that midget dragons make.
After a few minutes of peaceful smoking, Hakkai spoke up. "Your business cards came in just now, and the newspaper ad is in the newspaper as of this morning."
I got up and looked at the cards, nodding my approval. "Thanks. You make a creepy tranvestite, but I can't argue that you're a good secretary."
"Hmph," he said, and turned back to the papers.
I returned to my desk, placing the little box of white card by the placard on my desk. Sha Gojyo, P. I.. Who'da thunk it?
I admired it for a minute before going to my seat. I'd barely taken the first puff on my cigarette, before the door flew open.
The silhoutte stood in the door for a second; tall, womanly curves, and a messy bob of hair. The fading sun shone behind her like some sort of holy light. She stepped into the room, and closed the door behind her. It closed off the sunlight, bringing her into view.
"What can I do for you?" I asked, checking her out discretely. She was plain. Not heartbreakingly beautiful, but not hideous either. She had wavy brown hair, and had a decent face behind a pair of glasses. On her was a modest, pale green dress.
She did seem kind of prissy though, the way she scrunched up her nose as if she didn't know what she was doing gracing this place with her presence.
Hmph. /I/ was off saving the world from the revival of the most feared demon of all time just last year. What could /she/ say?
I exhaled my annoyance in a cloud of smoke that made her cough and mutter something under her breath.
I think I heard something like about "sexy idiots who smoke," but that could just be my hearing going. You know, up close she wasn't even that bad looking. Had all the right curves... Prissy and plain, but she was still a woman.
"Excuse me?" She said, and I moved my gaze to her face.
"Eh?"
"Did you hear what I just said?"
I smiled, turning on the charm. Uhh... "You need my help?"
She harrumphed before speaking in a bored voice. "Yeah, genius."
"Okay, okay," I said, and got up from my reclining position. "What's your name, cutie?"
"Call me Hwan."
a/n: Sorry this took a while to get out. I don't know, my writing doesn't feel 100% these days. Please criticize...
[ client ]
When I arrived at the office, my shirt was unbuttoned, and the coat was slung over my shoulder. This getup was not meant for long walks in the hot L.A. sun.
I stepped into the smoky room. The one small window was covered with blinds. Swiping at the wisps of smoke, I peered at Hakkai, who was sitting at a desk by the door.
"Since when did you take up chain-smoking?"
"Just now," he replied, pointing at the pack - /my/ pack of cigarettes on his desk.
"Dammit, Hakkai," I said, "Do you know how much I'm regretting hiring you?"
S(he) shrugged his/her slender shoulders.
I rolled my eyes. "I never asked earlier... but that spell is NOT permanent right?"
Hakkai grinned. "Why do you ask?"
"To be blunt with you," I said, "You scare me."
That grin grew wider, showing lines of perfect white teeth. "Mmhmm. And is that all the effect I have on you?"
I glared at his calm demeanor. I swear...
I turned around and plopped into my desk chair with as much dignity that I could muster. "Forget it Hakkai. You want to go on your little gender-confusion thing, fine, just don't drag me into it."
I fumbled into my jacket pocket for a spare pack of cigarettes. Hakkai acted like he didn't hear a thing, and went on organising the papers on his desk. Hakuryu poked it's head out of the top drawer of his desk, and squeaked. Or whatever sound it is that midget dragons make.
After a few minutes of peaceful smoking, Hakkai spoke up. "Your business cards came in just now, and the newspaper ad is in the newspaper as of this morning."
I got up and looked at the cards, nodding my approval. "Thanks. You make a creepy tranvestite, but I can't argue that you're a good secretary."
"Hmph," he said, and turned back to the papers.
I returned to my desk, placing the little box of white card by the placard on my desk. Sha Gojyo, P. I.. Who'da thunk it?
I admired it for a minute before going to my seat. I'd barely taken the first puff on my cigarette, before the door flew open.
The silhoutte stood in the door for a second; tall, womanly curves, and a messy bob of hair. The fading sun shone behind her like some sort of holy light. She stepped into the room, and closed the door behind her. It closed off the sunlight, bringing her into view.
"What can I do for you?" I asked, checking her out discretely. She was plain. Not heartbreakingly beautiful, but not hideous either. She had wavy brown hair, and had a decent face behind a pair of glasses. On her was a modest, pale green dress.
She did seem kind of prissy though, the way she scrunched up her nose as if she didn't know what she was doing gracing this place with her presence.
Hmph. /I/ was off saving the world from the revival of the most feared demon of all time just last year. What could /she/ say?
I exhaled my annoyance in a cloud of smoke that made her cough and mutter something under her breath.
I think I heard something like about "sexy idiots who smoke," but that could just be my hearing going. You know, up close she wasn't even that bad looking. Had all the right curves... Prissy and plain, but she was still a woman.
"Excuse me?" She said, and I moved my gaze to her face.
"Eh?"
"Did you hear what I just said?"
I smiled, turning on the charm. Uhh... "You need my help?"
She harrumphed before speaking in a bored voice. "Yeah, genius."
"Okay, okay," I said, and got up from my reclining position. "What's your name, cutie?"
"Call me Hwan."