Beta'd by TheFlameRose~ :)
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These Lines of Lightning Mean We're Never Alone
"Mr. Hisashi?" You glanced up at your assistant as the bird monster placed a new stack of papers on your desk, the glow from her magic fading. She shuffled nervously in place, her feathers puffing up at the movements.
"Just Hisashi," you corrected her mildly, glancing over the report about possible terrorist activity near one of your embassies. "I think we have worked together long enough to only use first names, right Uragiri?"
"Of course Mr. Hisashi." Your lips quirked upward at the reply. The formality was a running joke with you, one that a lot of the people of the community didn't get when you were in town. Your wife was always adorably amusing when she was frustrated, which made it rather hard for you to resist pushing her buttons.
"But back to what I was trying to say," Uragiri continued, her nervousness growing. You set your papers aside(deleted the comma) and looked her in the eyes. Your elbows sat on the top of your desk, in sight and nonthreatening at all times but at the same time able to move and react to anything that could happen. "I've been hearing that there are stories….." she trailed off.
You raised an eyebrow. "There are always stories," you teased, "That is what happens when people live."
"Hisashi!" she squawked, "I'm trying to be serious here!"
"My apologies," you said with a chuckle.
"Anyways," Uragiri said rolling her eyes, "I say there are stories, but they're more like rumors. No one can figure out what you did before you became the ambassador, and while all of us monsters in Japan are really gratefully, it is kinda strange don't you think?
"I mean, everyone knows that Amelia used to work for the government against those terrorists until-"
"Uragiri!" you cut her off sharply, feeling a spike of anger. The last time your wife's last mission was mentioned, she had spiraled into a panic attack and then a flashback.
"Sorry," the monster said meekly.
You shook your head, shaking off the bitter feelings with a deep breath. Amelia at work had been a thing of beauty, all sharp efficient strikes that reflected her glowing yellow soul. But ever since that disastrous mission, Amelia had been avoiding the use of her magic and skills unless it was to train or protect Frisk.
"Do not worry about it," you reassured. You weren't used to being the center of attention, to having stories about your life passed around like currency, and personally thought that your anger about it was inevitable. Amelia had been the best at what she did, so choosing to stand next to her would obviously drag you from the shadows you had worked in, but it was still a bit of a shock.
The bird nodded hesitantly, "Everyone knows about your wife, but there's almost nothing about you. So people talk, you know? Most of them are just silly stories like you having been a famous mage who faked their death, or the heir to an old ninja clan...?"
Your hands still for a fraction of a second, and you mentally curse yourself for not fixing that tell. You look at your assistant with all the seriousness you could muster. "I have to admit I wasn't planning on telling you..."
Her eyes widened and she leaned forward unconsciously.
"I am an alien." She blinked at your statement and you laughed, gathering up your papers. "I was just an average person Uragiri, nothing more. I just lucked out in the family I got."
Your assistant sighed, "We just want to know because we care about you Mr. Hisashi."
Your grin turned a tad more genuine, "I know. Now I believe that we are done for the day? Amelia wanted to take Frisk to the doctor today, make sure that there is no lasting damage from their adventure."
Uragiri smiled, "Say hi to them for me, and that I'm proud for them for following their dream to become an ambassador like you, but I'd wish then done it in a less scare inducing way. Oh and don't forget that you have a meeting tomorrow. We'll be using video. And don't forget to get the last of that paperwork done. And-"
"Bye Uragiri," you said heading towards the door with a stack of papers in your hand.
"See you tomorrow!" she replied.
"sounds like you're busy tomorrow," a voice said from the back of the room, and Uragiri yelped, her wings spreading as she took to the air. You simply smiled as you turned around to see one of the skeletons your child had befriended poking at some of the papers on your desk.
"Not too much. I think it is a willing trade off to actually be in town with my family," you told him. "Sans right?"
"that's my name. don't wear it out," he said with a wink.
"Well Sans," you said, "I was about to pick up Frisk if you want to come along."
The skeleton's eyes ran over you, and a slight chill went down your back as the magic in the air increased just slightly. You grinned a little wider in response, and held the door open.
Sans shrugged and walked through the door. You shut it carefully behind you and you led the way out and to your car.
"so uh, the kid wanted to be an ambassador," Sans asked as you unlocked your car door. You opened the door for him and he slid into the passenger seat.
"For the last couple of years, yes," you replied as the engine rumbled to life. "It was all they would talk about when they were still talking. Amelia thought they were going to grow out of it."
The skeleton sent you a look that you couldn't quite decipher. "guess that's a mute point now?"
You shrugged your shoulders, turning towards the school. "It has been quiet a struggle, but we got by. Sign language was handy to learn."
Sans laughed out loud, but there was still something in the way he looked at you. You pulled into the parking lot, and saw Frisk waiting for you. Mentally, you shrugged. Frisk had befriended them and you trusted your child despite the number of things they tried to hide from you. You thought their attempts at deflection and misdirection were adorable if novice, though that was probably because you had refrained from training them in it.
Frisk waved a greeting at you as they slid into the backseat of the car. Their backpack was dumped on the seat next to them, and they beamed at Sans when they saw him.
"hey kid," Sans greeted in a tone that was much warmer than when he talked to you. "didja school anyone today?"
Frisk giggled before they shook their head, and you kept half an ear on the two of them as you focused on driving. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the story of how Sans' brother almost burned down the house yesterday, and especially enjoyed the way it made Frisk giggle.
You pulled into a stop just in front of the doctor's office, and didn't react to the two men in black suits standing near the entrance. A glance at the rear view mirror let you know that Frisk was stiff and staring at them. Sans seemed to notice as well, the skeleton's eyes narrowing into a glare. You resisted the urge to scold Frisk. You thought you had taught them better, and were disappointed in them.
If they were going to break the law, they should know better than to get caught.
You climbed out of the car, and could feel the disbelief and outrage pouring from Sans as you casually walked towards the men. Frisk climbed out reluctantly, following along behind you, while Sans tried to catch your eye, most likely to try and figure out what was going through your head.
You stuffed your hands in your pockets, smiling mildly at the men in front of you. "Can I help you?"
Dramatic music swelled from somewhere as the men stepped forward, sunlight glinting off of their sunglasses. The one on the left twitched before turning to the other.
"Seriously?!" he snapped, "Don't just let it ring out."
"Oh right," the other one stuttered, fumbling through his pockets to pull out his phone. The music stopped when he answered it, and the one on the left pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Agent Twelve-Blue speaking," the one on the right spoke into the phone, a little too briskly, like he was trying a little too hard. "Yes Ma'am. They're right in front of us now." You couldn't make out what the woman on the other end said, and mentally noted to pick up the exercises to enhance your senses. You had gotten soft since you became an ambassador.
"Understood," the man said and hung up. His sunglasses slid down his face just slightly as he asked, "Frisk Nutter?"
Frisk nodded, and Sans shifted to stand a little closer to them. You approved of his attitude, and decided that you wouldn't protest if he wanted to babysit.
"We're the time cops," the man on the left continued, "We'd like to ask you a few questions about some wrinkles in the timeline we've found."