"I still think I'm right"
"Then all is still right with the world. Let me know when you think you're wrong and I'll prepare for the end of days" Karma's aloof reply crackles down the earpiece connected to my phone in my blazer pocket.
"Unlike you, I'm being serious" I continue, sitting back on the steps of the campus building as the rest of the students fan out in front of Takaoka. He walks between them, theatrical, distributing candy and cake like some sort of summer time Santa Claus. All I can see as he steps through the ranks he's organised them into, is the opened flesh in the backs of his previous students. My hands fidget in my blazer pocket, unused to knowing and not acting.
"And I'm not?" Karma's voice interrupts my observations "The perfect cover for you to observe and record this guy is that you aren't medically cleared to participate in class yet"
"I don't get how that equals you going off to do espionage. Last I checked, I was the one qualified for that"
"No one gets qualifications in spying on people. Else it would pay better"
"Ask the government, they'd beg to differ" I grumble as Takaoka hands schedules out to everyone "I said we were partners, not trading abilities"
"I'm hardly usurping your job here. You forged Mr. Karasuma's signature so I can get some files from city hall on Takaoka" Karma recounts.
"And I'm saying I could've done that and this"
"And I'm saying one of us has to keep an eye on the guy and you have the perfect excuse to sit and watch. Or maybe you need to look up what 'partnership' means in the dictionary"
I huff into the cloying summer air, adjusting the speaker in my breast pocket to make sure Karma can hear the class too. My body vibrates with the impulse to do something, act, do, fix. It's not that this isn't a part of the job I've never done, I've sat in wait like this, snatched information as it has drifted past, memorised movements, patterns and schedules, but I suppose it isn't really inaction that's bothering me. It's sharing it. It's knowing there's another person I've granted my favourite thing.
Control.
"Stop stewing" Karma says suddenly and I frown to myself.
"What? I'm not"
"You are" He continues in the same manner a parent might when scolding a child "You'll overheat the phone with the speed of your brain machinations"
"You should be focusing, not telling me what to do with my brain. This call is so you can hear what's going on too, and so I can record it if Takaoka does something i need to shove in his face later" I remind him, but my voice is sharp with annoyance that i'm not quick enough to filter out.
"No need to be pissy" He replies in a sing-song voice.
"I'm not!" I snap and then sigh to myself, pushing the choppy fringe of my hair out my face "or at least i wasn't until you started playing 21 questions with me instead of doing what you agreed upon"
"I am doing it" He says and i can hear the shrug in his voice "Who says i can't multitask?"
"You're not, You're single-tasking. You aren't even at city hall yet. Now shut up and walk faster" I grumble before hanging up the call, but keeping the phone on record, just in case.
Below me Takaoka stands with schedules in hand. I squint down at everyone with my arms folded over my knees, wincing slightly as i bend to see better.
"I told you, you could've taken the morning off" Tadaomi's voice floats over my head, standing next to the step i'm sat on.
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To Kill For the Truth (BOOK 1)
Fanfiction~ "That's the problem here. You say you want the truth as if it means the same thing to you as it does to me, but there's a big difference here. I'll kill for the truth" ~ Anri Matsuoka had spent her whole life knowing what she was good at. Killing...
