#chiharude

Excuse you!

Excuse me.

        newcomers came in every night and every day, picked out by the best agents they had. occasionally, yoshida is allowed to select from the potential candidates. it lets him know that intepol has trust in his judgment. however, today isn’t one of those days. but today is a day where he’s approached by a high-ranking agent and told to meet sergeant belousov in his office.

        well, he hopes it’s something good. he doesn’t think he’s broken any rules lately.

        the walk there is quick, though to yoshida it feels like one hundred leagues. people are only called to belousov’s office for important things. it makes him antsy. quietly, he knocks on the door. a voice says ‘come on’, and he does.

        there’s a man just a bit older than him relaxing behind a desk, his gray eyes settling on yoshida when the agent steps inside. yoshida’s eyes linger on belousov for a moment, before he becomes acutely aware of a girl. a girl who couldn’t be any older than eighteen standing in front of the desk.

        ` this is agent yamauchi. agent yamauchi, this is agent yoshida. `

        yoshida nods at the girl, wondering just what this is all about. so he asks, ` sir, what is this? `

        ` oh, of course. yamauchi here is a recovery agent in training. you’ll be helping with her training from here on out. i trust you to shape her into a fitting, strong agent. `

        a frown settles over his lips. he wasn’t a babysitter. what the hell is this? sure, he has boundless amounts of patience, but at the same time he had a short temper. dealing with teenagers was never a good idea for him.

        ` of course, sir, ` he says with clenched molars. when they are both dismissed he turns, gestures for agent yamauchi to follow, and walks from the office.