I'm a 24 year old English teacher living in Japan. I likez teh video gamez, manga, and cartoons. I draw and write, and apparently I now translate chit, too. Yippee!
Oh, gosh. So many hugs for you! I’m so happy and it’s only 6:30 in the morning. *showers you in kisses*
About the length. Originally this fic was set up to be about five chapters, but I’m pretty positive that ain’t gonna happen at the rate I’m going. Possibly closer to eight chapters now. We’ll see. The last chaptered fic I wrote was meant to be a oneshot and it turned into a 100k+ chaptered fic. Oops.
Sorry for the wait, y’all. It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3: The cruelty of God
Lightning arrived at the hospital with a troubled mind. Not only was she unable to lead Hope’s case due to commandment training, but the officer placed in charge in her stead was Lucas Guillory, a man she held little love for. True, the sergeant-major was a capable officer; it wasn’t his skill she condemned him for. It was his personality.
Ever since the first case they’d worked on together, Lucas—as he insisted she call him—made no secret of his concupiscent designs for her. He was the kind of man who brazenly pursued women, and Lightning had received the misfortune of being selected as the object of his desire. Lucas was unashamed, but worse than that, he was smart. He kept his flirtation in the workplace tame enough to not be reportable as sexual harassment and he was a master of subtlety. He knew just how to play the game, and were she not so disgusted by him, Lightning might actually respect him for it.
Having Guillory in charge of the investigation meant that she was going to have to work with him more closely than normal, and honestly, Lightning didn’t want to deal with the man right now. Hope could still very well be in danger. She didn’t have time for games.