Kana Cold: Case of the Shinigami: A Paranormal Thriller Short Story by KC Hunter

Author:KC Hunter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Thriller / Urban Fantasy
Publisher: AOE Studios
Published: 2018-11-10T08:00:00+00:00

The Alpha Female

Kana got a late start the next morning, waking to the smell of brewed coffee and the sound of Melody singing upstairs. Getting up early was never her thing, she was a night owl who preferred midnight to midday.

While she struggled to lift herself from off the couch, AJ rummaged through his bag, pulling out shirts and sniffing them.

“What on Earth are you doing?” Kana asked, watching him with one open eye while she rubbed sleep from the other.

“The Fresh Test,” he said, picking up a t-shirt, sniffing it, and then stuffing it into his travel bag with a grunt. “I’m trying to find a shirt to wear. Something that doesn’t smell like I’ve been working on a plantation in mid-summer heat.”

“You usually smell like incense anyway, I’m not sure anyone would know the difference.”

AJ frowned, his investigation of laundry put on hold after Kana’s insult. “I can’t believe you said that. I smell fine. Natural oils are way better than that poison they sell in the mall.”

“Right,” she said, opening her other eye and pushing herself up to a seated position on the couch. “And you’re still just going to sit there and keep doing it?” A yawn forced her to stretch, pushing her hands above her head as AJ resumed his Fresh Test, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the same jeans and striped shirt he wore the day before. “Please tell me you didn’t Fresh Test my clothes.”

AJ paused in the middle of sniffing the last shirt in the pile, darted his eyes to Kana, then back to the shirt, and stuffed it back in his travel bag without answering her.

“Okay, that’s it.” Kana popped up to her feet. “Stop this weirdo sniff test and go back to the office. We keep an extra set of clothes in the locker for a reason. Go get them and bring me back my other travel bag too.” AJ zipped up the bag of dirty clothes while Kana glared at him. “And for the love of rum do not sniff any of my clothes.”

He had no comeback for her, so AJ gathered the dirty laundry bag and slung it over his shoulder. He struggled to look her in the eye. “I don’t sniff clean clothes,” he said, then paused as he watched Kana’s eye widen. “That didn’t come out how I meant. Never mind, I’m going.”

“Yes, please do!”

AJ opened his mouth to say more, chose otherwise. He reached the front door and patted at his pants pockets. Kana dangled the car keys in the air behind him. He grabbed them from her, still unable to look her in the eye, and left the house taking the bag of dirty clothes–and his shame–along with him.

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