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Even though he may not know the fandom, this is for my good friend afeldspar, because I really owe him a lot, and I hope he likes this . ^^
Title: n/a
Rating: G
Fandom: Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha
Summary: An average day at the Narumi Detective Agency.
"Madam, contain yourself..!"
I look up from my philosophy studies, grateful for the interruption; I despise Descarte as a pretentious tit, but I can't really say that in class, can I? I'm treading thin ice as it is for missing as much school as I do. But anyway, that yowl is unmistakable, and one of few times I've heard my mentor sound this horrified.
Leaving the rooms in the back and entering the main office I'm greeted with a sight that somehow I manage not to laugh at. Nekomata is perched on Narumi's desk, her yellow-green eyes glinting and fixed on Gouto, who seems to have unfortunately backed himself into the corner.
When I'd returned to the headquarters after school Narumi was no where to be found, so I hadn't sent her back to her tube right away. Leaving the demon curled up on the couch, I figured I'd be able to do a few chores and maybe squeeze in my homework while she dozed. No such luck apparently.
"Raidou, get over here and take care of this mad woman," Gouto hisses. I've never seen him this furious; his tail is puffed out like a bottle brush, and he's so stiff legged he looks ready to start hopping. "She doesn't realize no means NO."
"Oh, but Mr. Gouto is such a handsome cat," she giggles. Hips wiggling, her forked tail lashes playfully. "And he is especially adorable when he flattens his ears like that."
"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I am not truly a cat. So I would appreciate it if you would please refrain from sticking your face against my backside in the future."
"Well, she's not a cat either, really." I'm not sure why I feel the need to point this out; pure bloody mindedness I suppose. This is the main reason I generally keep my thoughts to myself, otherwise I won't make it to eighteen, let alone graduation.
Gouto turns his baleful stare towards me. "Don't you start, or Narumi will be the owner of a shirt with shredded cuffs."
A low blow. I tap my fingers against the door frame, chewing on my lower lip. Narumi is still upset over the Toast Incident, and I for one am tired of having to play moderator between them.
Nekomata pricks her ears up at the tapping, and turns her head to eye me. Now that she is thus distracted Gouto beats a swift retreat from the corner to the back, a blur of black fur zipping past me.
The demon makes a disappointed noise, "Unyaa..!" and leaps down, sending the full ashtray clattering to the floor. I sigh, rubbing my temples; guess who'll be cleaning that up?
At least Nekomata has the decency to look apologetic; she hunches her shoulders, looking from me to the floor, and then contritely scratches one foot towards the ashes in a clear attempt to cover up the mess. I can't help a chuckle; "not a cat, really" by genus only.
"Silly kitty. Can't you behave yourself?" I ask. I lightly pet the soft fur of her throat, and she tilts her head up, purring. The purring grows louder when I move up to scratch behind her ear. Then I fold my arms. "Now go get me the broom so we can clean this up properly."
"Nyu." She gives me a contrite smile and then scampers off, the bell on her collar jingling.
Title: n/a
Rating: G
Fandom: Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha
Summary: An average day at the Narumi Detective Agency.
"Madam, contain yourself..!"
I look up from my philosophy studies, grateful for the interruption; I despise Descarte as a pretentious tit, but I can't really say that in class, can I? I'm treading thin ice as it is for missing as much school as I do. But anyway, that yowl is unmistakable, and one of few times I've heard my mentor sound this horrified.
Leaving the rooms in the back and entering the main office I'm greeted with a sight that somehow I manage not to laugh at. Nekomata is perched on Narumi's desk, her yellow-green eyes glinting and fixed on Gouto, who seems to have unfortunately backed himself into the corner.
When I'd returned to the headquarters after school Narumi was no where to be found, so I hadn't sent her back to her tube right away. Leaving the demon curled up on the couch, I figured I'd be able to do a few chores and maybe squeeze in my homework while she dozed. No such luck apparently.
"Raidou, get over here and take care of this mad woman," Gouto hisses. I've never seen him this furious; his tail is puffed out like a bottle brush, and he's so stiff legged he looks ready to start hopping. "She doesn't realize no means NO."
"Oh, but Mr. Gouto is such a handsome cat," she giggles. Hips wiggling, her forked tail lashes playfully. "And he is especially adorable when he flattens his ears like that."
"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I am not truly a cat. So I would appreciate it if you would please refrain from sticking your face against my backside in the future."
"Well, she's not a cat either, really." I'm not sure why I feel the need to point this out; pure bloody mindedness I suppose. This is the main reason I generally keep my thoughts to myself, otherwise I won't make it to eighteen, let alone graduation.
Gouto turns his baleful stare towards me. "Don't you start, or Narumi will be the owner of a shirt with shredded cuffs."
A low blow. I tap my fingers against the door frame, chewing on my lower lip. Narumi is still upset over the Toast Incident, and I for one am tired of having to play moderator between them.
Nekomata pricks her ears up at the tapping, and turns her head to eye me. Now that she is thus distracted Gouto beats a swift retreat from the corner to the back, a blur of black fur zipping past me.
The demon makes a disappointed noise, "Unyaa..!" and leaps down, sending the full ashtray clattering to the floor. I sigh, rubbing my temples; guess who'll be cleaning that up?
At least Nekomata has the decency to look apologetic; she hunches her shoulders, looking from me to the floor, and then contritely scratches one foot towards the ashes in a clear attempt to cover up the mess. I can't help a chuckle; "not a cat, really" by genus only.
"Silly kitty. Can't you behave yourself?" I ask. I lightly pet the soft fur of her throat, and she tilts her head up, purring. The purring grows louder when I move up to scratch behind her ear. Then I fold my arms. "Now go get me the broom so we can clean this up properly."
"Nyu." She gives me a contrite smile and then scampers off, the bell on her collar jingling.