Non-challenge: A Policeman's Tale (Day 45)
Title: A Policeman's Tale (Day 45
Author: ytak
Word count: 1020
Rating (chapter): K (G)
Rating (whole story): T (PG-13)
Comments:
Other chapters can be read through here or here.
Day 45
Takagi stepped back and wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaving a streak across it. He looked about the kitchen and felt a glow of pleasure. The cabinets in the small kitchen shined. The better part of the day had been spent washing down the kitchen to get off the soot.
It looks better now than it did when I moved in, he thought. Well, almost as good, he amended after noticing some general wear and tear.
The walls still needed a layer of paint but after spending hours learning about paint (far more than Takagi ever cared to learn), he was ready to go out and buy paint and supplies. Then a thought arrested him.
“Maybe it would be a better idea to call someone to paint for me?” He felt like face-palming himself at that moment. “Then I know I wouldn't mess up.” He looked at the walls. It doesn't look like that much but, well, I really don't want to mess up. He drooped a little, But I don't know how much it will cost.
A few minutes passed as he cleaned up before he was able to shake off the moodiness. “There's no rush,” he muttered under his breath. “The room isn't going anywhere.” Still, it's going to be a while before I have another day off. His resolve wavered as to what to do.
Takagi felt like he jumped foot as the phone rang. Quickly, he moved to answer his cell phone. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was unfamiliar (and the voice could belong to a man or woman) and asked for someone Takagi did not know. “i'm sorry but you must have the wrong number.” The other person rattled off a number and Takagi corrected him (her?) that number was not the one that was dialed. The other person sounded very apologetic and hung up.
He looked at the phone before putting it down. That was a little odd. I don't think I've had a wrong number in a very long time. Shrugging, he brushed it aside. A little disappointed colored his emotions. He hoped that it had been Sato calling. Getting two days off in a row was rare enough. She might not remember that he had today off.
A deep rumble caught his attention. To his chagrin, Takagi realized that it was his stomach rumbling. A quick glance at the time surprised him. It was well past lunch time. Feeling good about the work he put in that morning, he decided to run out to a nearby restaurant as a treat.
While washing up, Takagi decided to walk to the restaurant. It was not far and the weather was rather pleasant for a winter day. There was not chance of rain or snow and there was only a slight breeze. It would be a pleasure to walk there. His stomach let out another growl. Assuming that I don't collapse from hunger, he thought as he slipped out the front door. It feels like my stomach is going to start digesting itself!
He walked quickly down the sideway, speeding up once the restaurant was in sight. A patch of ice nearly caused him to flat on his rear end. He slowed down because the snickers of a couple of constructions works would have grown into full blown laughter if he actually fell down. Takagi knew that if it had been the summer, he would have been red as a tomato. Instead, the winter air kept his face cool enough to hide his embarrassment.
The warmth that gusted out of the restaurant as he opened the door was very welcome. It warmed the rest of his body. It was not long before he was seated with a steaming bowl of noodles and vegetables. Happily, he slurped down the bowl.
--
Takagi walked slowly back to his apartment. The most recent case was on his mind. He knew Sato would give him a call if anything significant was discovered or there was a suspect in sight. And she had Shiratori's assistance. The thought of the higher ranked officer caused Takagi to twitch. While he knew it was childish, Takagi wished that someone else, anyone else, would work with Sato. Even now, he still saw the other man as his greatest competition. Shiratori was wealthy and due to rise in the ranks. It still amazed Takagi that Sato did not prefer Shiratori.
I know she likes me but I can't forget that he actually had a marriage meet-up with her. Her mother approves of him. I'm pretty sure. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone with it. Takagi had heard enough from Yumi to know what Sato's mother was like. What was I thinking that time when I wanted to introduce myself to her?
Takagi jumped as a voice beside him said, “Hey! Takagi-kun!” He turned and saw that it was Yumi, leaning out of a squad car.
“Good afternoon, Yumi-san,” he said. The speculative look on her face worried him.
“You looked like you were a million miles away.” She gave him a fox-grin, “Were you thinking about a certain fellow officer?”
“Um, no,” Takagi said. I was actually thinking about her mother. So, not a lie. ...She doesn't believe me, Takagi observed.
“Sure,” Yumi said, “Just keep your head out of the clouds, I've seen three people slip on that stretch of path ahead in the last five minutes.” Takagi looked where she pointed and realize that was where he nearly went down on the way to the restaurant.
“Thanks for the warning,” he said. “I was just trying to figure something out. I'll see you later.”
“Close the window, Yumi,” said her more portly partner. “You're letting out all the heat. And Sato-san won't appreciate you flirting with her guy.”
Yumi snapped at the other woman while coloring up. Takagi could feel heat rise in his face. He shook his head and head back down the sidewalk (taking care to avoid the icy patch). The day was not over yet and he still needed to see about paint.
Author: ytak
Word count: 1020
Rating (chapter): K (G)
Rating (whole story): T (PG-13)
Comments:
Other chapters can be read through here or here.
Day 45
Takagi stepped back and wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaving a streak across it. He looked about the kitchen and felt a glow of pleasure. The cabinets in the small kitchen shined. The better part of the day had been spent washing down the kitchen to get off the soot.
It looks better now than it did when I moved in, he thought. Well, almost as good, he amended after noticing some general wear and tear.
The walls still needed a layer of paint but after spending hours learning about paint (far more than Takagi ever cared to learn), he was ready to go out and buy paint and supplies. Then a thought arrested him.
“Maybe it would be a better idea to call someone to paint for me?” He felt like face-palming himself at that moment. “Then I know I wouldn't mess up.” He looked at the walls. It doesn't look like that much but, well, I really don't want to mess up. He drooped a little, But I don't know how much it will cost.
A few minutes passed as he cleaned up before he was able to shake off the moodiness. “There's no rush,” he muttered under his breath. “The room isn't going anywhere.” Still, it's going to be a while before I have another day off. His resolve wavered as to what to do.
Takagi felt like he jumped foot as the phone rang. Quickly, he moved to answer his cell phone. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was unfamiliar (and the voice could belong to a man or woman) and asked for someone Takagi did not know. “i'm sorry but you must have the wrong number.” The other person rattled off a number and Takagi corrected him (her?) that number was not the one that was dialed. The other person sounded very apologetic and hung up.
He looked at the phone before putting it down. That was a little odd. I don't think I've had a wrong number in a very long time. Shrugging, he brushed it aside. A little disappointed colored his emotions. He hoped that it had been Sato calling. Getting two days off in a row was rare enough. She might not remember that he had today off.
A deep rumble caught his attention. To his chagrin, Takagi realized that it was his stomach rumbling. A quick glance at the time surprised him. It was well past lunch time. Feeling good about the work he put in that morning, he decided to run out to a nearby restaurant as a treat.
While washing up, Takagi decided to walk to the restaurant. It was not far and the weather was rather pleasant for a winter day. There was not chance of rain or snow and there was only a slight breeze. It would be a pleasure to walk there. His stomach let out another growl. Assuming that I don't collapse from hunger, he thought as he slipped out the front door. It feels like my stomach is going to start digesting itself!
He walked quickly down the sideway, speeding up once the restaurant was in sight. A patch of ice nearly caused him to flat on his rear end. He slowed down because the snickers of a couple of constructions works would have grown into full blown laughter if he actually fell down. Takagi knew that if it had been the summer, he would have been red as a tomato. Instead, the winter air kept his face cool enough to hide his embarrassment.
The warmth that gusted out of the restaurant as he opened the door was very welcome. It warmed the rest of his body. It was not long before he was seated with a steaming bowl of noodles and vegetables. Happily, he slurped down the bowl.
--
Takagi walked slowly back to his apartment. The most recent case was on his mind. He knew Sato would give him a call if anything significant was discovered or there was a suspect in sight. And she had Shiratori's assistance. The thought of the higher ranked officer caused Takagi to twitch. While he knew it was childish, Takagi wished that someone else, anyone else, would work with Sato. Even now, he still saw the other man as his greatest competition. Shiratori was wealthy and due to rise in the ranks. It still amazed Takagi that Sato did not prefer Shiratori.
I know she likes me but I can't forget that he actually had a marriage meet-up with her. Her mother approves of him. I'm pretty sure. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone with it. Takagi had heard enough from Yumi to know what Sato's mother was like. What was I thinking that time when I wanted to introduce myself to her?
Takagi jumped as a voice beside him said, “Hey! Takagi-kun!” He turned and saw that it was Yumi, leaning out of a squad car.
“Good afternoon, Yumi-san,” he said. The speculative look on her face worried him.
“You looked like you were a million miles away.” She gave him a fox-grin, “Were you thinking about a certain fellow officer?”
“Um, no,” Takagi said. I was actually thinking about her mother. So, not a lie. ...She doesn't believe me, Takagi observed.
“Sure,” Yumi said, “Just keep your head out of the clouds, I've seen three people slip on that stretch of path ahead in the last five minutes.” Takagi looked where she pointed and realize that was where he nearly went down on the way to the restaurant.
“Thanks for the warning,” he said. “I was just trying to figure something out. I'll see you later.”
“Close the window, Yumi,” said her more portly partner. “You're letting out all the heat. And Sato-san won't appreciate you flirting with her guy.”
Yumi snapped at the other woman while coloring up. Takagi could feel heat rise in his face. He shook his head and head back down the sidewalk (taking care to avoid the icy patch). The day was not over yet and he still needed to see about paint.