Post by Consequence on Oct 1, 2014 21:48:43 GMT -5
“Nope. Still nothin”, she trailed off, voice dragging down, down, down with the weight of resignation. “You’re fucked.”
Tokiyo Fujikagi had been back to his quarters for two of the most agonizing hours of his nearly nine hundred year long life. The torment built more and more with each passing minute, as he shot sideward glances out of his office window towards the flickering candlelight in his Captain’s Office. She was in. He knew she would be. And she was waiting for him.
When the alarms sounded earlier in the day and the Special Task Force scrambled in their practiced panic, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Chinda Kiriko was not acutely aware that her Lieutenant, Tokiyo, was tasked with leading organizing the group. Therefore there wasn’t a chance in hell she wouldn’t be patiently waiting, with that soul-erasing stare, for him to deliver his report directly to her.
He couldn’t prove it was Tova Diablo. Hell, he couldn’t really prove anything except for the fact that it happened and to be frank, ‘what happened’ was a dubious thing to try and assert in front of an exacting examiner like his Captain. No proof meant no easy out. No going to the Captain Commander. If he broke protocol and went over Kiriko’s head, he may as well lob his own off.
Two hours seemed like the furthest extension of reasonable accommodation. Two hours to shower, to change into a proper and clean uniform, to fill out immediately necessary paperwork, to have a drink to calm his nerves. Anything but go to her door. Anything but stand near that spot where his Captain tried to run him through with her sword. Anything longer and it would be obvious that he were being derelict in his duty.
There was an expert efficiency to the lengths he had gone to in order to avoid her since that day. Swapped duty rosters, extra grounds details, taking on training academy classes, doing paperwork at odd places at odd hours. All of it was a lot of labor and for what? Simply to delay a meeting that...had to happen eventually. All Kiriko had to do was snap her fingers and he would come as he was called. He would have to. Afterall, it is his job.
He twirled the tumbler glass between his fingers one last time before setting it down on his desk. Stacks of paperwork, piles of books, and heaps of folders covered most of the workspace nicely except for a small area near the lower-right corner he had liberated for his paperwork. He scanned the documents over one more time as he ordered them and placed them into a special binder. The words “Classified” and “Special” appeared on them an awful lot. The Nibantai and her secrets…
One more sigh, as he looked to the clock on the far wall. Two hours and sixteen minutes. He had stalled long enough.
As he stood from his desk and pushed his chair back in, the Lieutenant reluctantly grabbed the folder and secured it under his arm. “I would say something cheery like, ‘what’s the worst that could happen’ but we both know how that tends to work out for me.”
She laughed. That was a good thing.
Before he had even realized what he was doing, he had crossed the courtyard and was now standing in front of the door to his Captain’s office.
*Knock* The first one was fleeting, exhilarating event, fueled by the closest thing to adrenaline that he could muster. At least if he went missing, people would know where he was supposed to have been.
*Knock* However the second one felt heavier. Like everything from the elbow down immediately regretted what the brain had compelled it to do.
*Knock* His hand connected with the frame and stuck to it like it were nailed in. The adrenaline didn't last long.
Kiriko didn’t like to be kept waiting for results.
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