How the Jackal Got Back His Coat, Part 2
Title: How the Jackal Got Back His Coat
Disclaimer: I don’t own Get Backers in any shape or form. And I do not profit from this in any way that involves currency. And I have to admit that the title is a rip-off of a story of Neil Gaiman's.
Summary: The unthinkable has happened: Akabane Kuroudo's black coat has gone missing. And when something needs getting back, who you gonna call? XD
Characters: Full cast, mostly
Rating: safe
For amethyst_hunter
How the Jackal Got Back His Coat, Part 2 - Involving a Bottle of Bleach
The proprietor turned to him, helpless and crestfallen. “Your coat, Akabane-san - I can’t - It’s not here.”
The man went on to say that he didn’t understand how it had happened, that he had put it on the rack himself, that he was more than willing to replace the coat - his spiel was cut short by a stream of scalpels shooting past his ear.
“I’m so sorry, Akabane-san!” He dropped to the floor in what was either an abject bow of apology or an inelegant attempt to avoid any more pointed objects.
“I expected better of your establishment,” said Akabane quietly. “Misplacing your customer’s clothes - most unprofessional. Needless to say, I am very displeased.” Quite suddenly, he was looming over the man, gazing malevolently at him through the slit in the brim of his hat. “Very displeased,” he repeated. “And I needed my coat.”
It was difficult to understand precisely what happened next. Jackal raised a fist bristling with scalpels to wreak bloody justice on the laundryman - he hadn’t made up his mind whether or not he was actually going to kill him. (He ordinarily did do a very good job of cleaning his clothes, and the Transporter did not want to take the trouble to find a new cleaners’ when this one was all right already. But he had lost his coat. But who else would know to put in those oh-so-lovely dryer sheets? Blast.)
There was a shelf of laundry-related chemicals and substances on the wall near Jackal. In uncharacteristic miscalculation - brought about, perhaps, by his hesitation to lose a good laundry service - the scalpels in Jackal’s fist sliced messily through the shelf.
There was a bottle of bleach (lemon-scented) on the shelf, which someone had left only loosely capped. And it teetered and tottered on the broken shelf, and, finally, by some freak accident of physics, tipped over and poured its contents over the black-clad Transporter.
to be continued...
Disclaimer: I don’t own Get Backers in any shape or form. And I do not profit from this in any way that involves currency. And I have to admit that the title is a rip-off of a story of Neil Gaiman's.
Summary: The unthinkable has happened: Akabane Kuroudo's black coat has gone missing. And when something needs getting back, who you gonna call? XD
Characters: Full cast, mostly
Rating: safe
For amethyst_hunter
How the Jackal Got Back His Coat, Part 2 - Involving a Bottle of Bleach
The proprietor turned to him, helpless and crestfallen. “Your coat, Akabane-san - I can’t - It’s not here.”
The man went on to say that he didn’t understand how it had happened, that he had put it on the rack himself, that he was more than willing to replace the coat - his spiel was cut short by a stream of scalpels shooting past his ear.
“I’m so sorry, Akabane-san!” He dropped to the floor in what was either an abject bow of apology or an inelegant attempt to avoid any more pointed objects.
“I expected better of your establishment,” said Akabane quietly. “Misplacing your customer’s clothes - most unprofessional. Needless to say, I am very displeased.” Quite suddenly, he was looming over the man, gazing malevolently at him through the slit in the brim of his hat. “Very displeased,” he repeated. “And I needed my coat.”
It was difficult to understand precisely what happened next. Jackal raised a fist bristling with scalpels to wreak bloody justice on the laundryman - he hadn’t made up his mind whether or not he was actually going to kill him. (He ordinarily did do a very good job of cleaning his clothes, and the Transporter did not want to take the trouble to find a new cleaners’ when this one was all right already. But he had lost his coat. But who else would know to put in those oh-so-lovely dryer sheets? Blast.)
There was a shelf of laundry-related chemicals and substances on the wall near Jackal. In uncharacteristic miscalculation - brought about, perhaps, by his hesitation to lose a good laundry service - the scalpels in Jackal’s fist sliced messily through the shelf.
There was a bottle of bleach (lemon-scented) on the shelf, which someone had left only loosely capped. And it teetered and tottered on the broken shelf, and, finally, by some freak accident of physics, tipped over and poured its contents over the black-clad Transporter.
to be continued...