where did the weekend go? D8 and...on the wrong track, pt6

Aug 23, 2009 16:08



So, maybe working for the Law wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, Himura Kenshin begrudgingly admitted as he stared at the piles of papers covering every inch of his desk.

But he was needed here, wasn’t he? Who else would be around to make sure mistakes weren’t repeated? Few had lived through the Revolution; even less seemed to remember the darker side to it, instead preferring to focus on the glorified victory.  He was one of those who still recalled the oppression, the intoxicating taste of power - who recalled the blood which flooded the streets, the sweat that fell into your eyes and blinded you and the many, many tears which so often had fallen unnoticed in the constant, magical rain which washed the coppery red off slippery stone. Honestly then, who was better to silently guard the new era than the one who helped birth it? Working in the shadows, as he’d always done.

Besides, filing papers and reading reports, complaints and whatever else civilians, mages and other Guilds could possibly turn in seemed like a fitting occupation for the former Battousai. Peaceful, ordinary; normal. A way to repay society, keeping the order he had fought for. That sounded about right, didn’t it? His double life of roaming the streets and catching the worst of the worst in between doing paperwork just proved he was all the more willing to repay for the lives he’d taken, wasn’t it? Though, it was enough for people to just know about the paperwork, he mused.

Overprized bread on the market went to the Bakers’ Guild, suggestions for a revaluation of the Educational system to the Guild of Education.

He easily sorted through the mass of paper seated on his desk, readying them to be sent to their respective authorized receivers. Why the Law Enforcement needed to deal with it all first, he didn’t know, but apparently people preferred to send it all here rather than to the Guilds responsible. Something about it being more organized, but sometimes, he found himself wondering what they were thinking. But, he had no right to complain. He’d chosen - willingly and knowingly - to take on the desk job of an Inspector despite its unfortunate side effect of (insanely close to fatal) boredom. So he continued, placing a crumbled paper titled “Concerning the Question of Installing a Beer Tap in the City Square’s Fountain”, which smelled suspiciously like the beverage it promoted, on a small stack of paper to his left that looked a tad bit more disorganized.

Some things were rather hard to catalogize, after all, so he left them for the Guild of Miscellaneous Matters. They couldn’t have much to do in the first place, he reasoned. He really wasn’t feeling guilty enough to be bothered by the fact that some Guilds just weren’t qualified to deal with certain matters - such as a giant beer tap in the center of the City. It sounded eerily like something Sagara Sanosuke would pull off, but personally, Kenshin preferred coffee.

No, Kenshin wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee, that he wouldn’t. Standing, he happily left the stuffy office in search for a traditional coffee pot in order to brew the real beverage, but he feared all of them had been confiscated in favor of installing the new machines from the University. He sighed at the thought, lazily making his way down the corridor.

A sudden, familiar, wisp of magic made him pause for less than a second, before he resumed his seemingly relaxed walk. The sensation of a pair of eyes regarding his back followed him until he turned a corner, and when he was out of sight, he carefully let his magic loose to feel the touch of the other’s once again.

It would seem as if one of the new, startlingly blue-eyed siblings had either gotten lost in the building on an errand, or had found him more interesting than they should.

Perhaps it was time to do something about his paranoia, and what better than to confront the current problem?

oOo

Her supposedly great infiltration had not given her much more to go on. Her notebook’s pages were still painfully sparse of actual notes, and she’d been forced to yell at a young errands boy who was found stealing paperclips. A whole bunch of Officers had been watching, after all.

It was with a pout that she settled down in her old, worn chair behind the desk of her office. Opening her notebook, she read through the little information she had added today with a disappointed sigh.

Three potential suspects on the same floor, five all together on the other floors. Only leaves his office to get coffee and more paperwork. Likes his coffee black in the morning but adds milk and sugar around noon. Looks good in his pink shirt, as long as he keeps his vest on. The shirt is in bad need of mending.

Not very profitable for her mission. Not even sneaking into his office and going through most of his drawers had provided her with any sort of useful information, like telephone numbers or addresses, names or gifts. She had stopped dragging her camera with her, since it became apparent pretty early that she would really have to work to find this mistress of his.

If nothing turned up soon, she might even consider the possibility of there being none at all.

But first, she had to pack. It was time to crash a business trip.

oOo

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Molly, do you see where the angst was destroyed by a certain conversation way back? lol. peace out everyone! see you next time~

life, kenkao, on the wrong track, rurouni kenshin, drabble

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