By the time Iceburg had stumbled into his office with an uncharacteristically panicked look on his face, you had been waiting for approximately two and a half hours. Why exactly he had chosen to keep you for so long, you had no clue, however the sigh of exasperation you let out once he'd flung himself through the door wasn't feigned in the slightest. "About time. Some 'Mayor' you are to keep an esteemed guest waiting like this."
Seriously. He of all people should know how valuable time could be. Just thinking about the number of documents you could have organised within two and a half hours made your head whirl.
"Well... my sincere apologies Miss Saint-" The venom in those words were enough to strike a person dead- "but I would have arrived much sooner if a certain someone didn't murder all of my security personel whose job it is to inform me of arrivals."
You shrugged your shoulders, "It's their fault for being rude to me when I only asked them a simple question. They deserved to die for their insolence."
"You shot 5 people dead and-"
"And have enough ammunition on me to over triple that number." For a moment you remained where you were, staring at the anger in his eyes as he tried his hardest to restrain himself from choking you out right then and there. "Don't push me."
Iceburg was... a tricky individual to work with. While you were good friends with Franky, who apparently grew up with 'idiot-burg' (his words not yours), Iceburg wasn't someone you knew that well. Even when Franky had offered to get you into contact with each other, Iceburg had flat out refused the offer. Franky hadn't even been able to get a word in. Apparently he 'wanted no part in whatever hair brained scheme Franky had gotten himself caught in this time', and 'it was better to remain blissfully ignorant to any underground dealings'.
Not that you could really blame the man.
From what Spandam had been pridefully telling you, he was constantly hounding the mayor with government officials asking the whereabouts of Pluton. And that was putting aside the whole debacle with shipwright Tom a little over 8 years ago now. Even Franky had taken some time warming up to you because of that front alone. If anyone had any right to be cynical towards the world government, it was Iceburg.
Especially when you had left his hallways stained with the corpses of his subordinates.
Unable to stand the tension, you glanced to the clock on the wall. Plain, simple, but functional. Suiting Iceburg to a tee.
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
Time could be so annoying sometimes. And heavy. Almost as if it were quicksand with the intent of dragging you down with it. Into its infinite maw.
A sudden rap at the door was a pitiful attempt to relieve the tension.
"Sir. Miss Saint." Oh. You tried not to let the recognition show on your face as Kalifa's voice rang into the room. "I have bought the two of you some refreshments. May I enter?"
"Go right ahead," Iceburg replied, never once ending his death glare.
You bit back the scripted entitled retort that came to your lips. In this situation... it would be wise not to press the man too far.
Kalifa moved silently into the room, the door not so much as creaking despite the tea set and array of finger snacks balanced in her arms. If that wasn't a sign of her assassin training, you weren't sure what was. Although that could be the benefit of foresight that you had on this situation. "Miss Saint." She set the chinaware in front of you first and poured an elegant trail of tea into your cup before turning to her employer, "Iceburg, sir."
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Broken Faith
Fanfiction[F!ReaderxASL] It's hard sometimes to accept who or what you are. That thought came to you when you were only six years old. Because being one of the infamous World Nobles wasn't enough, now you have to live with a robotic arm after the fire that de...
