(no subject)
Sep. 3rd, 2008 07:00 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[Aizawa paces in the corner of the station, frustrated and restless. At the moment, there's nothing he wants more than something specific to do - something that will keep his mind off of Ukita lying cold and still in the morgue. But for the moment, there's only panic and fear and anger. It's not an uncommon emotion, tonight. Even Matsuda seems tense, not to mention the Deputy Chief. ]
[As for Aizawa... sometimes he hates this job.]
[(That's not true. He doesn't hate the job. He loves the job, even if it means risking his life. But ten minutes ago, his daughter called, and her voice was thick and choked when she asked if he was okay. Ten minutes isn't long enough to wash the memory from his mind. So right now, yes, right now he hates this job.)]
[And somewhere in the pit of his stomach, there's a ball of heat forming. ]
[He's just about to burst.]
[Instead, he stops pacing and heads for his computer, not knowing what he's going to do when he gets there, aside from answer another damn e-mail from some reporter asking for a statement, asking for an appearance, an interview. A bunch of other stupid requests. They're all stupid, under the circumstances. Getting anyone on television right now is... not a very likely prospect.]
[He's almost to his desk when the front door bursts open.]
[As for Aizawa... sometimes he hates this job.]
[(That's not true. He doesn't hate the job. He loves the job, even if it means risking his life. But ten minutes ago, his daughter called, and her voice was thick and choked when she asked if he was okay. Ten minutes isn't long enough to wash the memory from his mind. So right now, yes, right now he hates this job.)]
[And somewhere in the pit of his stomach, there's a ball of heat forming. ]
[He's just about to burst.]
[Instead, he stops pacing and heads for his computer, not knowing what he's going to do when he gets there, aside from answer another damn e-mail from some reporter asking for a statement, asking for an appearance, an interview. A bunch of other stupid requests. They're all stupid, under the circumstances. Getting anyone on television right now is... not a very likely prospect.]
[He's almost to his desk when the front door bursts open.]