Neko Detectives

Act Thirteen: My Son

Akie's POV

Whoop-dee-do, my son came to work with me. And no matter how hard I tried, Akira couldn't get it into his 9 year old head that I'm not an author, I'm a software engineer. 

"Software engineers don't write yaoi books when they're supposed to be engineering software. And Ken looks like he does the same," said the little fucker. Ken looked up. "Hey, I've done more work than Katsuhiro's done in his whole life," said the not-so-little bastard. As you can tell, I'm piss-drunk! "Haha, wild claims coming from someone who's drunk as a mofo," said my son. Yes, I let him curse lightly. "Whatever. I'm in no shape to be coding," I say. Ken-chan comes back at me with a, "You're sure in shape to write a novel!" I come back with a, "Shut up, you little fucker. I've lived for 36 years! You can't tell me right and wrong!" Ken looks at Akira, and then they look at me. "That's all fine and dandy," behind Ken, "But, Akito, you're 28!"

I gulp and say, "Well, uh, fuck you, then." Just as I say this, my boss walks by. "Akie, don't give me more of a reason to fire you. You've got work to do, but you decide alcohol is more important. Asshole." And with that, he walks away.

Ken is drunk too. "Akito, didn't know your kid was as cute as you!" This makes Akira shuffle uncomfortably. "He can't speak English like I can!" Akira can't stand being quiet anymore. "What's the point of this company? You all get drunk like damn NEETs and never do any work. How does this business stay alive?" I think that one over. "Who knows? We get the job done, at least. Now go bug John-kun over there. He's from America!"

Akira loves America, and is learning to speak English. I promised to take him there one day. But for now, he just asks people from America what it's like there. Which is why I felt bad for John, cause he was actually doing work, and now he has to describe a country he hates to the son of some dude who gets on his nerves.