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Liam van Alkema
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It was a quiet day so far for Keitaro. He pulled some papers over to him and began to run through them. They were basic misdemeanor reports, most of them drunk Division 11 members challenging each other to duels outside the sanctioned arenas and Division 12 members letting their research projects get loose. But that wasn't the most challenging part of his job. In addition to being the law enforcement body of the Seireitei, the Ninth Division was also responsible for the newspaper that kept most of the Seireitei informed of current events. Keitaro also maintained a regular column in it besides the editor's column. He wrote short stories for the entertainment section. Under a pen name of course, Keitaro was far too embarrassed to let it be publicly known that he had a passion for the literary arts. He was musing over what sort of adventure to write about for the coming issue when the window shattered behind him.
Keitaro tensed as his eyes tracked the figure deftly flipping over his head and landing in front of his desk. Oh, it's only Takiko, he thought to himself. A short while later he thought, Wait, she broke my window to make an entrance?!? He stared directly at her as she delivered her message. It was a letter to the editor. He quickly opened it trying to distract himself from the very bouncy Takiko. It was a criticism about his stories. Something about a lack of twists and curves. He absentmindedly glanced at Takiko. Dammit, turns! Twists and turns! "Takiko," Keitaro began, "This is coming out of your pay." The words came out neutral, like Keitaro was neither surprised by Takiko nor bothered by her presence and actions. In reality, he was having a lot of trouble concentrating on anything besides the bouncing objects present in his office. Keitaro simply had a nigh inscrutable poker face, and his matter-of-fact way of speaking gave little away in terms of what he was thinking and feeling.
"Two weeks ago, you broke my door. Last week, there was a hole in my roof. Today, I need to replace a window," he continued, pausing slightly between each sentence. "Your pay has been docked. Many times. Yet these things continue. A different solution is required." Keitaro wrote a quick note on a nearby sheet of paper, folded it in half and stuck it in an envelope. He handed the envelope to Takiko, saying, "Deliver to Otonashi. I'm requesting your transfer. You'll pay for the window with your body." Keitaro waved a hand dismissively at Takiko.
Keitaro didn't realize the alternate meaning of what he had told Takiko until after she left. And had anyone been in the room, they would have seen the tips of Keitaro's ears turn slightly pink. This gives me an idea for a story though. A girl becomes indebted to a boy who asks her to pay him with her body. And she ends up helping him with a community service project! How's that for a plot curve!...Twist! Dammit!
Keitaro tensed as his eyes tracked the figure deftly flipping over his head and landing in front of his desk. Oh, it's only Takiko, he thought to himself. A short while later he thought, Wait, she broke my window to make an entrance?!? He stared directly at her as she delivered her message. It was a letter to the editor. He quickly opened it trying to distract himself from the very bouncy Takiko. It was a criticism about his stories. Something about a lack of twists and curves. He absentmindedly glanced at Takiko. Dammit, turns! Twists and turns! "Takiko," Keitaro began, "This is coming out of your pay." The words came out neutral, like Keitaro was neither surprised by Takiko nor bothered by her presence and actions. In reality, he was having a lot of trouble concentrating on anything besides the bouncing objects present in his office. Keitaro simply had a nigh inscrutable poker face, and his matter-of-fact way of speaking gave little away in terms of what he was thinking and feeling.
"Two weeks ago, you broke my door. Last week, there was a hole in my roof. Today, I need to replace a window," he continued, pausing slightly between each sentence. "Your pay has been docked. Many times. Yet these things continue. A different solution is required." Keitaro wrote a quick note on a nearby sheet of paper, folded it in half and stuck it in an envelope. He handed the envelope to Takiko, saying, "Deliver to Otonashi. I'm requesting your transfer. You'll pay for the window with your body." Keitaro waved a hand dismissively at Takiko.
Keitaro didn't realize the alternate meaning of what he had told Takiko until after she left. And had anyone been in the room, they would have seen the tips of Keitaro's ears turn slightly pink. This gives me an idea for a story though. A girl becomes indebted to a boy who asks her to pay him with her body. And she ends up helping him with a community service project! How's that for a plot curve!...Twist! Dammit!
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