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Sorry about the late update -school has started, and now things are more hectic=.= Nonetheless, I sure hope you will take pleasure in reading this chapter!
The occupation was a suggestion from my brother^^ Haha. I'm also sorry about the late review replies. This chapter has not been beta-edited by Mockingjay Rose yet, so expect the edit changes to be made a little later. Thank you Mockingjay Rose for beta-editing this story for me, yeah~
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Well then, here goes!
…a Custom's officer
OSAKA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, JAPAN
"Now, here is your uniform, Xanxus-kun," beamed an old man with an extremely long beard, as he handed him his uniform – a green vest with the words: "Customs Officer" printed at the back. Juugu-san, the manager, then added, "Oh, and make sure you wear that lovely green hat as well, haha!" And with that, he walked away chuckling.
Xanxus narrowed his eyes. A hat. Of all things…a hat. Xanxus hated wearing hats. When he was younger, he remembered the old man (the Ninth, not the airport guy) taking him to numerous hat stores against Xanxus's will, and laughed when he saw a hat that looked ridiculous on him. Since then, Xanxus had always had a growing hatred for hats.
"I still haven't paid him back, that scum," he muttered, putting on the green vest. He glared at the hat which had the same words as the vest imprinted on it, and strode out of the room, to enter the main area of the airport where he was supposed to be working.
Thus, leaving behind the hat.
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Due to continuous observation of the other custom officers at work, the Mafia boss soon got the gist of what he had to do.
Firstly:
Glare at the travellers.
Secondly:
Intimidate them into confessing the storage of illegal goods.
Thirdly:
Glare at them again.
Fourthly:
Confiscate their goods.
Fifthly:
Glare at them again.
Then:
Keep their goods.
Xanxus grimaced and straightened his vest. If he was to go through that tiring process for hours on end, then he would be ending up with a tonne of goods to keep. Or that was what he thought was happening… (the other custom officers weren't actually keeping the goods, but Xanxus thought otherwise).
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"Next," he called out coldly to the people queuing.
A frail, young woman anxiously approached Xanxus and held out her bag fearfully.
"I-I d-don't s-speak E-English," she whispered hoarsely in Japanese to him.
Xanxus ignored her, grabbed her bag, and placed it roughly onto a box that went onto a conveyor belt, and into an inspection machine. The machine was there to check if any illicit material was evident inside any backpacks and small carry bags, as opposed to the larger machines that detected luggage.
As the machine was detecting for any illicit material, Xanxus eyed the woman suspiciously. Her long hair was messy and coming out of her hastily-done bun, her clothing was dirty and one could see the patches of stitching sewn on to cover the holes, and her face looked tired and withdrawn, which therefore made her seem much older.
Yes, everything about her was suspicious.
She's wringing her hands like as if she's a criminal herself, observed Xanxus frowning, as he walked over to the machine to retrieve her bag. The woman immediately knew something was amiss and started trembling violently, eyes wide in terror at the idea of being questioned by someone who did not speak Japanese.
She immediately began to make frantic hand gestures, hoping that at least he would be able to understand her that way, "I-I… p-please s-sir! I-I h-have d-done n-nothing w-wro-"
"Just shut up and answer my bloody questions," Xanxus snapped impatiently in Japanese, much to the woman's surprise. He mentally face-palmed, Does she honestly think I would be that stupid to work in Osaka International Airport, and not know how to speak Japanese? he thought with exasperation.
"What do you have inside your bag, scum?"
"I-I have…m-many things t-that are not i-illegal…" she stuttered, lowering her gaze and staring at the floor.
"Things such as?" prompted Xanxus, who was beginning to zip open the bag, much to the woman's horror, "Look trash, if you're not going to tell me what the hell's inside this bag, I'll look into it myself."
"N-No!" exclaimed the woman, with tears forming, "I-I h-have…u-uhm…I-I-"
Xanxus's impatience level was rapidly increasing. Just what could be that bad for her to be crying, for hell's sake? He was just about to open his mouth to tell the woman that he was going to zip it open, when the woman cried out:
"I-I H-HAVE R-ROLLS AND R-ROLLS OF T-T-TOILET P-PAPER INSIDE, S-SIR!"
"…"
"…"
Xanxus instantly faced her, with an eyebrow raised quizzically.
"What?"
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Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Xanxus sighed and snatched the man's large travel-bag from the box on the conveyor belt. He then placed the bag in front of man and questioned him half-heartedly:
"What's inside, trash?"
"Is that how you're supposed to be treating customers, officer?" asked the man, who was taken-aback by the Varia boss's attitude.
"Answer the question," glared Xanxus, zipping open the bag.
"W-Well why should I?" countered the man defensively, "I have nothing illegal in that bag, so go through it all you want!"
Xanxus ignored him and commenced his search for something illegal in the man's travel bag. A deck of playing cards…a note-book…papers…a folder…a pencil-case…
He scowled. Nothing illegal was inside so far.
The man, seeing Xanxus's expression, scoffed, "Ha! Told you so, officer! I can prove it, can't I? Ha! So much for an officer!"
Xanxus growled and glowered dangerously at the jeering man, "Shut the hell up, asshole. Just you wait until I find something, you pathetic scum."
The man immediately grew quiet; however a smug grin was still plastered on his face. I must prove that bastard wrong…that dumbass… Xanxus mentally hissed, his mind focussed on finding any material that could prove the man erroneous.
Wait…what's this?
He felt a plastic bag containing a soft material, a terrible stench soon followed when Xanxus pulled the plastic bag out of the travel bag. Its stench was so over-powering that Xanxus found it difficult to suppress the urge to gag.
"And may I ask what the shit's this, trash?" Xanxus smirked bitterly, holding the plastic bag in front of the man's face.
The man suddenly turned a deep shade of red and held his nose, whilst stepping a few steps away from the bag. "I-I…t-that i-is…"
"Well?" Hurry up, scumbag! I can't handle this for much longer, stupid trash. Who told you to place such a disgusting-smelling thing into the plastic bag in the first place, idiot?
"I-It's…"
"Hurry up and spill it, retard!" Xanxus barked, turning a light shade of green. Yes, the smell was just that bad…
"IT'S MY UNDERWEAR FROM A MONTH AGO WHEN I WAS TRAVELLING IN FRANCE! I-I ACCIDENTLY P-POOED IN IT AND I FORGOT TO WASH IT, SO I JUST PLACED IT INTO MY TRAVEL BAG FOR A MONTH AND F-FORGOT ABOUT IT, S-SIR!"
Xanxus widened his eyes in repulsion and dropped the plastic bag back into the man travel bag. Afterwards, he rushed to the men's toilet, with the man close behind.
And judging from the situation...no, he definitely did not want to keep this man's 'goods'.
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IN THE MANAGER'S OFFICE…
"I am awfully impressed with your work today, Xanxus-kun!" praised Juugu-san good-naturedly, "Here is your report for the day, and I am happy to say that you have passed with flying colours!"
Xanxus stared at his report dumbfounded. He had finally gotten a job. Finally. After 15 other job attempts. However…after what had just happened with the man and his underwear…he had to reconsider. After what had happened… he thought, covering his mouth with his hand. He was brought back to reality by Juugu-san's loud voice praising him once again.
"And henceforth, Xanxus-kun," he began excitedly, "You have been offered a placement here at the Osaka International Airport! I hope you will accept and I will see you tomorr-"
"I'm not coming anymore," mumbled Xanxus, rising from his seat.
Juugu-san's expression was priceless – a mixture of loss and desolation. "W-Why, Xanxus-kun? You are such a fantastic customs officer! Did something bad happen today? What is it? Tell me, Xanxus-kun!"
Who the hell gave you the right to call me 'Xanxus-kun'? he thought, before answering the manager's questions.
"I don't think you need to know," he said, striding towards the door and throwing his uniform onto a nearby chair. Juugu-san was still seated, speechless at having lost such a wonderful employee.
Then, Xanxus turned his head and added with a slight smirk, "It will be too hard on you…psychologically, trash."
NAME: Xanxus
OCCUPATION: Customs Officer
STATUS: SUCCESS, BUT WALKED OUT OF THE JOB BY HIS OWN FREE WILL DUE TO…PROBLEMS.
Yay! That was fun to write~ Xanxus finally got an offer...but...
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