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shuutakao:

“I can’t break the rickshaw, it’s school property. I don’t have the money to pay for that.” A pause. “Well, that and it’s good exercise, as much as I hate admitting it.” Takao grins at her feeble protest. “I know it’s hard to believe because I’m so ripped now, but I started out pretty out of shape compared to now before I started pulling the rickshaw. If you did it, maybe you’d wind up with an eight pack too.” The grin widens. “Maybe then you’d be so buff I’d get jealous of you.”

“... Your school’s? Wow, talk about slave labor in your community.” A pause. “Wait, really? Why does your school allow that dude, er, Shintarou-kun to take it home? Don’t they know it’s being used to make you work to death?” Shuutoku really has a knack for making its students suffer, probably. “Eight pack... you definitely don’t have one. You’re a six at the most. Maybe a four. No way your scrawny body could support an eight pack.”

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criminalstrained:

‘ oh no, you’re absolutely correct. the most elusive of criminals often work in numbers, wouldn’t you say so? there are those who ‘act’ and those who ‘plot,’ as not everyone is cut out for the act of killing -er, tasteless pun unintended, mind you,- yet there are always those still willing to ‘dispose’ of whatever is left over in the belief that leaving their hands bloodless will keep them free of any implications, including their own guilt… a person like that tends to be meek and should divulge things easily, their psycho-pass aside. i wouldn’t implicate the shop and its caretakers as much as i would see to investigate, if not interrogate these connections… that’s all. ‘

he finishes with a bashful laugh and a blossoming blush, a breath of fresh air away from the cadaver and a sheepish bow to express, what he can only imagine was some form of flattered gratitude to her observations.  ‘ i take it that means i’ve passed…? i would hope it wasn’t wrong of me to try to keep my composure around someone who i might share space with. please, believe me - i am much more nervous than i look. ‘  and his palms clasps over his heart to count its beats, to profess just how earnest the tense, numbing shock of the experience could be though he smiles and looks on still relieved.  ‘ that i can stand a dead body doesn’t quite mean i can appreciate it, and more comforting than anything i’ve a professional like you to keep me company in the case the body decides to suddenly jump out at me. that all being said, i feel i would be able to learn a great deal under you, miss tsunemori… if my timing is impeccable, then so are your deductive abilities. i daresay they are what’s won me over and inspired me to really push for my vocational shift — ah, what would i be calling you? boss? ‘

perhaps his eyes are glittering with too much innocent expectation - he doesn’t think to reign in his replenished enthusiasm until the epiphany suddenly seems to dawn on him, and he hides away a brief chuckle, all of the sudden too red-faced to even look at her.  ‘ fu, boss and maki, how quaint…! i apologize, surely i must be getting ahead of myself. there’s paperwork and the like to file, of course, but — we could play a round of poker some time, and you could grade either or for yourself. as… acquaintances, before anything else. i will admit, if not warn you now though - i can have a teasing side to my person. ‘  a playful wink, oh - if he wasn’t before, he was certainly pulling her leg with a line like that.

A nod of agreement follows his statements, hand thumbing her chin as she allows his words to sink in for a moment. Akane has had her fair share of encounters where the criminals she’s met believe that because there has been no direct contact between the victim and themselves, that they are wholeheartedly innocent, and they were the perfect victims for Makishima Shogo to manipulate. A chain of victims didn’t mean they were innocent though; the moment they took a life, they were just as bad as any another. For the time being, she can only allow time to elapse as her co-workers made their way towards the shop.

Defending himself from her teasing jab, Akane can only tilt her head, watching his gaze that promises composure but conceals anxiety. With someone who can keep his vices hidden, no matter how gruesome, he’s surely a perfect fit for the Bureau. She can already guess that his hue history would guarantee clearness. If it mirrors her own, she wouldn’t be surprised.

“Heh, ‘boss’? What a charmer. Already intent on flattery even when you haven’t gotten in yet?” Lips curl into a grin, head shaking with mirth as a laugh slips past her scolding words. “Miss Tsunemori is fine with me. ‘Boss’ just seems too distant. If we’re working together, I’d also like to become good friends when it comes down to it.” Of course, his wink does elicit a playful pout from the inspector. “Or scratch that. Playing poker with you sounds scarier than facing Mister Ginoza. My chances at winning are better with him than you.” Disregarding the fact that the latter is now an enforcer, of course, in due time acquaintances will be made. Still, Akane can’t ever imagine Makishima making a face like that. She can already imagine the stupefied expressions on her co-workers’ faces. “Keep playing innocent and we’ll see how much favor you can curry with me.” Shaking her head, Akane’s wrist glows, and she lifts an arm in order to receive the call.

“Sorry, give me a moment.” Turning away, brows furrow as she receives a report. Bloody weapon, assumed to be the murder object, found in the shop Maki has directed them towards. Psycho pass check; above the limit. Nervous dispositions as well a resistance to arrest; it looks like they’ve found their target. Sighing heavily, Akane turns back to him, allowing a smile to force its way on her countenance. Discovery or not, it doesn’t change the fact that before these people turned to murder, their history is quite clean. “I have to return for the interrogation. But I appreciate your help, Maki.” Raising an arm, she offers a hand to him, smile brightening as she makes her farewells. “And? I look forward to seeing you in Division One’s office soon enough. I hope you won’t leave me hanging. I’ll put in a good word for you, but I think I can expect you to make high marks at the training course.”

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ismikuoaninstrument:

If anything around here were to hinder his work, it’d be the people making him do it in the first place. Mikuo didn’t think he could see Botomiku as anything besides an absolute darling, even if he’d tried to (which he wouldn’t.) Even if she had hair that was a bit beyond normal, she was one of the sweetest people he’d ever met, & he’d take her being with him in that practice room than any of those higher ups assigned to keep an eye on him.

“Don’t you worry about being in my way.” he’s almost saddened that she feels her presence is ‘being in his way’. Did she not know how he enjoyed her company? He’d settle that once they were alone. As for perfection, he was damn determined to reach it even if it liked to slip from his fingers every chance he got within a millimeter. “Not much of a singer?” there’s a shocker for you. If she was modeled after his sister, wouldn’t she have a decent voice at worst? He supposed that would be for him to find out very soon.

“You can help me make sure I know all the words. If I mess up on even a tiny syllable, you have to tell me.” mistakes weren’t permitted, of course. He holds a hand out to her, happily ready to lead her along. “Maybe if we finish quick enough you can help me with a dance I’m working on.”

Ocean blues shift to start at the hand offered. Hmm, she doesn’t think that he would be offering a handshake when they have know each other for a while already? But it’s a sign of friendliness, as her manual on etiquette would stand to say. A minute of analyzing later, she decides to cautiously slip her hand into his. She isn’t afraid of him, per se, but she would also hate to offend one of the few people whom she’s managed to get along with thus far.

“I understand,” she says. “If you make a mistake, I will inform you. Though I do have the feeling that your work will be perfect as is.” Tilting her head, her other hand does to twiddle with her skirt. “Like Miku-san, notwithstanding your similarities, I think your charms lie within certain boundaries.” Humming, eyes glancing around their surroundings here and there, she can only sigh. Small mistakes shouldn’t be too much of a problem, but if there’s no standard to be compared to, she doubts she’ll be able to give an insightful comment. Her bias is quite horrible, really.

His offer causes her to press her lips into a thin line. Not rejecting it, but not supportive of it either. “I am not good with my feet, but if it’s observing again, I can help with that too.” His earlier confusion at her confession that she’s not a singer is understandable. Thus, she also adds: “I’m only meant to be looked at. All the work is in my hair. The talents that you have are not my own. But I will do my best to help.”  

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detectiveconsulted:

     ‘ you smoke, miss inspector? ‘  a hand waves the packet of spinel brand cigarettes for her to see, and there’s something about the enforcer’s look that really is quite devious - like a thief who’s just stuck his fingers into a pile of gold.  ‘ i’ve found these just lying around, don’t think anybody’d notice a stick or two going missing. what do you say~? ‘ // @adiumentum - >  liked

Lips curling into a bemused smile, her laugh is nothing short of confusion as her brows arch in curiosity. ❛ I don’t smoke actually, Mister Holmes. ❜ Her hand raises in a motion of refusal, though she makes no move to leave him alone. ❛ But I don’t mind keeping you company while you smoke a little. You can say I’ve gotten used to it. ❜ Silently, she lifts an arm to her nose, giving it a small sniff before pulling it down. Strange, she had made sure the smell wouldn’t stick. ❛ Do you not have your own pack? Or are you open to the different brands? ❜

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@chiicxne || chisa!

“Ahh, sensei, if it wouldn’t trouble you, I would like to ask you a question...” Hands pressed together, brows furrowed in increasing anxiety as she attempted to make her words coherent, Mikan could only fidget in place. Her teacher was a busy person, she knew, but if there was one thing she was curious about, wouldn’t it be harmless to ask? “If you aren’t busy? I-If you are, th-that’s okay too, I wouldn’t want to waste your time...”

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explosivestorm:

BEING EMOTIONALLY EXHAUSTED WAS A CONSEQUENCE of spending that much time with Dr. Aris, instead of obtaining what she came there for. The more time she wasted upon Union grounds, the more she would be in danger herself. Allowing that little experiment seemed to have quite an unexpected effect upon herself, thus dragging things for a prolonged time would work against her. With an exhausted sigh, her reaction shifted from before. Yuna’s patience had worn thin by spending so many minutes, hours with that little doctor who had such a high opinion of herself. ❝ I can do better than this, indeed… but I simply choose not to waste my power on… trash. You are no challenge for me to even bother. ❞ Perhaps it was her own arrogance speaking instead of her rational self, nonetheless it was grounded upon solid evidence. That supposed ‘mind-control’ had no effect on her, Yuna only pretending it worked to get closer to her objective.

Her eyes followed the doctor’s movements without taking a further step ahead and just allowing Aris to continue to ramble on and on without paying much attention. Dodging that whip could have been such an easy feat and yet she glanced at it without much interest, allowing Aris bask in that short moment of glory before facing her own horrid temper. The corner of her lips curved into a grin before the impact. Oddly enough, she expected some consequences of that tiny experiment, yet… despite the considerable force Aris used, having taking that attack first-hand, Yuna felt nothing. Regardless of her own ability to heal already being in effect, she felt troubled by the inability to feel pain. ❝ You already are the Union’s laughing stock, Dr. Aris. You should think a bit, even if that is a difficult task. Regardless, I am human. As for the lack of my humanity, you are right. Should I break you too the same I did to my enemies? You will see how cruel I can be. ❞ Although the sleeve of her shirt had been ruined, the blood from her injury dripping down her arm, the wound had already closed. Ah, she was truly cruel. He would have a heart attack seeing her like this. The low chuckle was followed by a dangerous smile which she showed to Aris, her gaze locking the doctor’s without hesitation. It had been so long since she used mind-control, enough to hope she would not do too much damage before obtaining what she came from. ❝ You are dumber than I thought. I am not here to take ‘revenge’ on Yuri, but to bring that fool home. I will kill whoever gets in my way, you included, so cease wasting my time and either tell me where he is or call him here. Now. Do not make me repeat myself or you will regret dr. Aris. You were not wrong saying I lack humanity and I could show that to you. ❞

Those words should have angered her; being called the laughingstock of the Union was anything but ideal. However, as her anger rose and she raised her arm, intent on throwing her whip again, she froze. The answer was still there, but instead of her lips curling into a frightening scowl, they pulled down. Brows furrowed slowly relaxed until the loathing expression she made faded away into indifference. Meeting those crimson eyes, Aris could only come down to one conclusion: mind control. This was not the first time she had experienced it, of course. Maintaining control of such an unruly young woman would have the Union calling for drastic measures. However, this was certainly the first time she would have it done outside of the Union, by the hands of someone whom should have been dead.

Laughingstock, indeed. Nonetheless, that whip disappeared and she stood at attention. The order she received from Yuna going through many channels before she finally gave a nod, subservient and willing to cooperate, despite the protest her mind gave. “I will call Yuri here immediately.” The agent of the Union was recovering, of course, after the severe punishment given to him by Dr. Crombel. However, if it is to do her bidding, he also had no choice but to answer the call given to him by Dr. Aris.

Walking over to a computer, she tapped a few keys into the system and lowered her mouth to the microphone. “Dr. Aris calls Yuri to her lab. Effective immediately.”

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hey there!! sorry things have been slow (read: dead) on this blog!! i’ve been busy getting ready for a bunch of things (july is so hectic i’m ready to be buried six feet under)

and to add to more good news!! i’m going to continue being busy for the rest of the week, but with a more fun reason: i’ll be anime expo! i’m only attending thursday, saturday, and sunday. thus, i will have wednesday and friday to write replies and stick them in a queue.

i also have a bunch of other stuff going on, but details aren’t important. this is just a warning that i will not be physically present often. at most, i will be on mobile occasionally and send memes if possible, but all replies you see will be handled by my beautiful queue. thank you for such a convenient tool, tumblr.

i owe a few starters as well. those will be handled by the queue! in any case, thank you all for your patience <3

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explosivestorm:

THE PRESENCE OF THE DOCTOR’S ASSISTANTS posed no real threat to her, Yuna’s sight falling on them temporarily before her crimson eyes focused once again on Aris. In spite of the intimidation most would feel by facing the doctor’s wrath, by listening to that threat and knowing an ounce of how horrible and ruthless she could be, those words merely cracked a smile upon her expression. Noticing the whip materializing in her hand, the chuckle let out expressed her own amusement at the situation. Shoving the doctor violently aside, Yuna placed a hand on her hip, snapping her fingers as her apparently innocent smile remained plastered upon her expression. If only the doctor would have cooperated, perhaps she could have been nicer too and she would have not lost anything, nonetheless, at this point it was too late. The assistants who accompanied Aris, who desired to interfere the moment she had been violently grabbed were not engulfed by the flames she created. Without anybody to pester them would be more entertaining.

❝ My pretty face will remain unscarred, Dr. Aris, thank you for your concern. If I were you I would be concerned with the mistakes I make when speaking or else you will become a laughing stock. ❞ Her defeat at the hands of somebody who was presumed dead, the very person whom that fool was ordered to kill but could not would break apart the doctor’s pride. Whatever may happen, she would allow her at least a false sense of security, the impression she was about to win before striking and taking control of her mind. Wasting more time would be pointless, however, the insults and humiliation brought forth by the doctor would not be forgotten. Aris should be grateful to get away with her body intact after that and without missing any limbs. ❝ Oh, and for your knowledge, I am not a noble. I am human, Dr. Aris, but I suppose you lack in the department of intelligence as well. Otherwise you would have made everything easier on yourself. I suppose not. ❞ Pointing towards the doctor, the small bubble of air which gathered at the tip of her finger was shot towards Aris, nonetheless the target had been behind her. It was nothing but a warning to cease her foolishness before it was too late.

❛ What a mean woman. Involving people who have nothing to do with this. ❜ Yet could Aris say the same for her past actions? There was a gap in her memory, she was aware, but she knew pursuing that knowledge any longer would cause her life to be forfeit. Her use to the Union was her prowess in experimentation, and though Aris made rash decisions, sometimes she was not a fool. Knowing that the Union kept her around for a reason, she had to continue being useful lest something even worse happen to her. ❛ I’ll be sure to repair whatever damage I can, dear. ❜ Seeing that small display of power did not enlighten the doctor in any way, in fact, she thought it minuscule compared to what she had seen before. ❛ Come on, you can do better than that. ❜

The red-haired woman laughed, throwing her whip at Yuna. Whether the other dodged or not was of no consequence, as it also served as a warning. She should have known that the other was hiding something, but if there was anything else Dr. Aris of the Union was known for, it was for her foolishness and lack of foresight. Shortminded, only looking at what was in front of her; though she was a great scientist, she would be devoured outside of a lab. That proved to be true once her movements ceased immediately. ❛ Noble or not, your humanity is lacking. You’re obviously a modified human. I wonder who worked on you before. Not even that man Crombel can give elemental abilities to an experiment. ❜ And if a genius like Crombel couldn’t do it, then who could? Even her own (deceased) babies lacked in any special abilities. Power and a longer lifespan seemed like child’s play in comparison to what Yuna could do. ❛ Then again, I suppose the nobles wouldn’t be so stupid as to fall into my hands. ❜ Even if there was a feeling of dread wrapping around Aris’ throat, that the reason she was not moving was because of Yuna, she still kept on talking. ❛ All this for a little revenge on dear little Yuri, clinging to the past is not good, Miss Yuna. ❜

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explosivestorm:

OVERPOWERING THE DOCTOR WAS AN EASY TASK, nonetheless, the plans she thoroughly created would fall apart the moment a single error would be made. Thus, what transpired after had been intentional, regardless of the hazy state her mind was in at that point. Unbeknownst to Dr. Aris, this made her more dangerous, it was a reminder of those times when her freedom had been stripped away from her. With her fingers twitching slightly, Yuna’s eyes opened slightly, the sight in front of her almost making her laugh. Her body felt weakened, yet she could still create some damage to that little, obnoxious girl. The price of crossing paths with her would be high. Dr. Aris would consider herself fortunate if her mind was not broken beyond repair by the time Yuna was done with her, however that could be delayed for another time. ❝ You had your fun Dr. Aris, now I hope you are prepared, since it is my turn. You may not now, but unlike you, I do not stop unless my toys are thoroughly broken. ❞ What broke the silence was her short laughter, before her expression changed, lips curved into a devious smile.

All it took was a glimpse into Dr. Aris’ eyes, before she focused on breaking the restrains on her, the loud sound of metal breaking being the sound in contrast. Rubbing her wrists, she clicked her tongue, noticing the… lack of pain from the doctor’s experiment. It was heartbreaking, as what she would do to her would be far worse. If Dr. Aris believed this would make Yuna back down, she was wrong. The few steps she took towards the doctor, Yuna took a strand of her hair, toying with it, before violently grabbing her jaw, making dr. Aris look into her eyes. That vicious glare was present with an unnatural coldness, complimented by that amused smile her expression wore. ❝ I hate repeating myself, little girl. I accept your intelligence is subpar, so do tell me where Yuri is or better! Call him here before I throw a temper tantrum which is worse than your silly, pointless experiment, because when I am done with you, not even your experiments will save you the horror left in your memories. ❞

Her souvenirs talking back always put Aris in a bad mood. Recently her luck had always been bad; apparently, the incident a few months back where she was badly injured was also the result of an experiment gone wrong. Yet would it be repeating again? Watching the other woman break the bonds easily, meeting her gaze and having her own body freeze completely, Aris could only let the laugh freeze in her thoughts.

A Noble! Her luck could only make her laugh and cry. Yes, how excellent that she had the opportunity to experiment on those arrogant beings, but unfortunate that she could fall prey to that mind control so easily. Only a noble could free herself and overpower the doctor this easily, right? Even as her jaw was grabbed, Aris lifted a hand to stop her assistants from moving forward. It would only be a blow to her pride if they interfered. Yes, if she could not handle this on her own, how could she faced Dr. Crombel or the others? A laughingstock in the Union she would become if she did not at least try herself to fight back. ❛ Saying ‘please’ might get you somewhere, but you lack the manners, dear noble. You’ve done well to hide yourself from me though. Ah, I thought something was off about your body. It’s a shame I’m not the first one to work on your body, but knowing I have left my mark on an arrogant being like you really does make my day. ❜

Her amused smile curled back into a frown. Then, Aris sneered, materializing her whip in her hand. ❛ What I hate the most is people disobeying me. Don’t think you’ll get away without your pretty little face scarred, Miss Yuna. ❜

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explosivestorm:

RISING THAT WOMAN’S TEMPER WAS HILARIOUS. Could she afford to waste more time in playing around with Dr. Aris and seeing that expression twist in anger. ❝ Neither does idiocy in your case, but we all have our flaws. ❞ Although she found herself in the presence of her enemy, Yuna’s calmness remained the same, the only unsettling feeling her heart experienced being Yuri’s absence. The more she spent time in there, the further her worries continued to grow about his well-being. Nonetheless, upon hearing her name associated with that appellative Yuri used for her, she did not bother concealing that ounce of surprise, her lips curving into an seemingly innocent smile. The way to approach Dr. Aris had been found faster than she believed and yet, it did not mean she would continue to be polite until the very end. That woman would meet her violent, ruthless temper sooner than she believed if she continued to push her luck. ❝ Ah, so you do know me as well, Dr. Aris. I am flattered, what can I say? Since we are on the same page, I will kindly ask you to tell me where Yuri is, before I actually lose all patience I have with you. Are you perhaps jealous Yuri prefers me over such a dull, silly woman like you? He does think of you as a child, anyway.. ❞

She could not help that shrill laugh that rose up from her mouth. Raising a hand to cover her mouth, Aris let out a wholehearted laugh, genuinely amused by the woman’s assumption. ❛ Oh my, jealous of you because of Yuri? Even if your tongue is terribly sharp, you do have a sense of humor after all. ❜ Tapping a finger against her chin, Aris brushed a section of her hair over her shoulder. ❛ I trust Yuri to find me the best looking souvenirs. He knows my tastes just as well as I do. ❜ Though there was no further need to explain. ❛ I’m sorry you feel that insecure after being abandoned by him, sweetie. You chose the wrong person to play with. Yuri doesn’t put his emotions into his jobs, you know. Finding him to take revenge on him? Since I am his trustworthy comrade, I’m afraid I can’t provide you with that information. ❜ Clapping her hands together, Aris glanced towards her other assistants. ❛ Since he is out of commission though, I’ll be having some newer hands to help with your experimentation. I trust that you’ll be compliant enough, Miss Yuna. ❜

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hi dr. aris. we just met but i do not like you

what an unhappy coincidence! i know you but i also do not like you, let’s agree to agree!

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explosivestorm:

ANY WOULD HAVE FELT FEAR CREEP IN the moment they awoke into such a precarious situation; mind-control was a terrifying ability leaving no place to the person’s will to manifest, it was subjugated. Hands placed in her lap, that chuckle leaving her lips merely mocked the woman in front of her, that spark of arrogance glinting in Yuna’s eyes challenging her further. She was looking down on her, yet now she was the best alternative to get to Yuri, that fool who lied to her, who thought that Raskreia would keep his secret and not share it with her ex-friend. ❝ So, you need a baby-sitter to be able to do anything? That is quite sad for a woman your age. If I were you, I would not have the courage to show my face around, especially with how stupidity seems to be stuck on your face. Lucky me I am not you, right? ❞ The grin revealed by her lips, along with that defying gaze was meant to irritate that woman further, since this little game would last little before she would tire out and if needed squeeze out the information out of her. ❝ Ah, my bad, my bad, where are my manners? My name is Yuna. ❞

❛ Oh no... it looks like along with reconfiguring your nasty face, I’ll have to cut your tongue out too. Such snark doesn’t look good on a lady, you know. ❜ Lips curled into a pout, disappointment lighting upon her features. While the little doctor was known for her volatile temper, she did have a good handle of it. When it came to other women especially, Aris’ self-control could be maintained at a decent level until she reached her breaking point. That game of twisting words and throwing insults back and forth wasn’t new to her world. ❛ That’s right, you’d never have the confidence to show yourself around with that kind of face. It’s a shame that no other woman can be as beautiful as me. ❜ A sigh filled with false pity, as Aris spun on her heel and grinned. ❛ Yuna, huh? So you’re the Miss Yuna? Looks like I didn’t miss out on a good souvenir after all. I’m surprised to see that Yuri didn’t kill you though, he’s always been good at doing his job. ❜

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❛ Oh dear, it’s such a shame that my current assistant is out of commission. Yuri could’ve gotten me a much better souvenir. I’ll have to make do for now. ❜ Head tilted to the side in thought, despite the friendly smile that curled upon painted lips, there was a condescending sneer underneath the charming disposition.  ❛ The mind control should’ve worn off by now, yes? Now, tell me your name, sweetie. If it’s not pretty enough, I’ll have to rename you after I have a little fun with the experiments. ❜

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Perhaps she had been too worried about him, yet Yuri's expression at that time seemed pained. She did not want to imagine how awful it was to allow someone experiment on them for the sake of acquiring power, for proving their loyalty and not being tossed aside. As she kept pondering all those things, she involuntarily fell asleep next to him, although Yuna hoped to allow him rest properly as long as he could. That was not in her plans in the slightest and yet it happened. She had been [1/?]

exhausted as well it seemed. Thus, the moment she woke up to see that blanket covering her as well, Yuna guessed Yuri must have woken up not so long ago and did that.. Rather than waking her up, he allowed her sleep too. What a fool. Both of them. Sleeping like that showed more trust than their actions spoke before. Yet, she did not move, but gently poked his cheek. ❝Idiot.. ❞ And he was not the only one. She was one as well. For allowing this happen, continue and even now not doing [2/?]anything to move. Instead of that, Yuna chose to keep sleeping there, holding Yuri’s hand in hers. That way, he would not just wake up and allow her sleep, getting to see that much of her sleeping face. Snuggling closer, she allowed sleep take over her once again, mumbling quietly something, as she never knew when he was sleeping or just pretending, yet if he woke up before her, seeing that reaction would be worthy. ❝Sleep well.. ❞ [3/3]

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Moments like these were never eternal. As an agent of the Union, as Crombel’s most reliable subordinate, there were things that called for his attention and duty. He did not need emotions when he did his job. He had killed more people than he could count, could remember, and it was a wonder that there was one person who could slip past all the masks and facades. Being able to find worth in a disposable tool such as he, Yuri would remark that Yuna was a fool. That game they both played had not reached the finish point. It seemed to continue onward. And like all games, the stages kept on getting more difficult.

In stage one, their hearts were not here. Fleeting physical affections made up most of their actions, and even then those actions held no bearing on their feelings. They were all the more aware that they were regarding each other as no more than a thing for amusement.

Yet past stage two, where perhaps this may not be so trivial after all, and into stage three, where they could display such vulnerability around each other despite how they were both dangerous people. If anyone else could see this situation, it would be laughable.

Being someone who lived on edge all his life, he was a rather light sleeper. Thus, it only took the small movement of the woman next to him to faintly rouse him from slumber, but he took it as her intention to rise, thus he remained where he laid, eyes closed with the purpose of returning back to sleep. However, who would have though that she would not only return to sleep and grasp his hand, but utter those peaceful words? A peaceful sleep was not what he deserved. In fact, if he could sleep like this, it meant he held no remorse for his inhumane actions.

She knew that and chose to stay. What a strange woman. Deciding that he would continue to pretend to sleep in hopes of attaining real sleep, he merely squeezed the hand she held lightly. 

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criminalstrained:

‘ if you say so. ‘  he has to feign his following contemplation, the curl of his lips settling into a thin line as she speaks; rather than a hand to cover his whole mouth nothing more than a finger lifts to his chin, and he doesn’t allow himself to express any obvious liar’s implications. he is still. he is quiet. he knows the truth, that being the corpse is in fact somewhat stale, borrowed for its clean-cut resembling shogo’s modus operandi, though the character himself was nowhere to be found and he had little use for dragging about bodies, lazy with any entailing clean-up — or so ‘shozo’ had heard.

‘ a fanatic, perhaps…? ‘  he brings his face close to the cut and inspects it closely, look, but don’t touch, so long as he took things one leisurely step at a time he was confident he could catch both running hares. this is as much a planted lure as it was an exposing framing; or in other words, as much judicial assistance a civilian sat in the shadows could provide to otherwise ignorant inspectors. his brothers should have already returned the bloody evidence to its belonging killer, and all that was left to guide the law to it, having already drawn them out to sniff.  ‘ let’s see — it’s the angle that i find curious. our good friend shogo is privy to wielding a straight razor, isn’t he? previous experiences of having been pat down for one would make me think so, but i digress - the gash is wider on this end than the other, running slanted, and it’s much too thick overall. it’s clean, but the wound also runs terribly deep… ridiculous as it may sound in this day and age, it resembles something one might fetch with a thin saber more than anything else. the victim’s bottom half being so dirty also suggests that the body was dragged, if not outright killed somewhere close by… ‘

his brow lifts, his smile restores itself, his eyes drift onto the inspector, sharp silent and warm in their sudden knowing.  ‘ might i suggest sending a few others to visit the nearby antique shop? if i do correctly recall, they had quite the assortment of decorative swords on display… as well as a rather macabre assortment of ‘donated’ skulls in the corner. i can’t fathom why anyone would want to leave a body here either, unless they were in the midst of moving it for themselves, wanted to avoid suspicions, and so posed it either as a recent happening by someone else or a shoddy suicide. regardless, the killing was meant to be quick, and at this rate, i doubt the perpetrator would see to return to it… ‘  his palms clap off dust before they return a stitch at his front, and he turns to confront the inspector squarely, satisfied.  ‘ i’m sure you could take it from there, miss tsunemori. with any luck, you find it a reasonable lead? ‘

Akane glances at him from her peripheral vision, unperturbed, as she’d expect. It’s a bit troubling to see how a professor can be face-to-face with death with such a placid demeanor, but having an interest in criminal justice must have exposed him to some sort of darkness. Therefore, she decides to push it to the back of her mind, though keeps a note to be the one to do his required background check should he really go through his desire to join the Bureau.

❛ That’s right, he does. ❜ She’s seen firsthand, of course, what those hands of his wielding the razor could do. Akane hadn’t inspected that wound personally, so despite how clean the cut may be of expectation, she looks again. ❛ Since the body was likely moved, I’ll need the coroner-bots to inform me of the victim’s time of death. This body’s decomposition is a little too far advanced for this to be a fresh kill, despite us being informed of this today. ❜ Not a coroner herself, Akane can only play the waiting game.

Listening to his suggestion, the inspector gives a nod in agreement. ❛ It’s worth checking out. ❜ The inspector taps her wrist, making a quick call to the inspectors of Division Two to take a look at the shop. ❛ Skulls, huh? It’s hardly a crime, but if this person is a victim of failed decapitation, it could explain the rushed cut and choice in weapon. If that’s the case though, then the connection to him is a false one. Unless... ❜ Akane purses her lips, hand brought to her chin as she frowns. ❛ Another killer he’s charmed? I’ll need to run a background check, hue and all, on the owners of the store, as well as issue a warrant for their customer list. It seems too simple for the owners of an antique shop to be killers, but I can’t rule it out. ❜ She sighs, rubbing her neck. ❛ Thank you for the suggestion, Maki. I guess I’m having some weird thoughts about this whole case though. I wouldn’t think much of the skulls, much less from an antique shop, but say that they’re past victims — this current case is too sloppy for an experienced killer. I’d say then that the suspect was interrupted in the middle of it, but despite experience, would it look this rushed? A quick kill suggests lack of attachment, but skulls are trophies. Wouldn’t the suspect want to enjoy that kill? ❜ Pacing back and forth, Akane lifts a finger to her mouth and bites it in thinly veiled frustration. ❛ It seems too easy though. If the shop is a trap, then that’d make more sense. I’ve already told the inspectors to proceed with caution, but... ❜ Then she laughs. ❛ Maybe I’m just overthinking this! It’s been a hectic couple of days. Guess I’ll just wait for results from both sides. ❜

Plopping herself onto a nearby bench, Akane rubs her neck and sighs. ❛ Your timing is impeccable, Maki. I’d say you were in the wrong place at the wrong time... but fortunately, you’re not in any danger here. Who knows, maybe you had contact with one of the suspects, which is why you’re here today. ❜ Though a small grin tilts upon her lips as she leans back on her hands. ❛ ‘Don’t have the courage for it’, huh? Either your poker face is really good or you enjoy pulling people’s legs. ❜

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shuutakao:

Good to know her definition of a good relationship is as healthy as ever. “Well, the amount of times I’ll have to pull the rickshaw will mysteriously increase if I truly aggravate him. It’s his way of not-so-subtly expressing his dissatisfaction. But if you want to kick his ass, by all means, go for it! Maybe the rickshaw will have a different driver tomorrow and I’ll get a day off.”

You came to the right person for relationship advance, listen. ❛ Why don’t you just break the rickshaw? All your problems solved. Then your walk home together can be longer or something. See? Violence solves part of everything. ❜ A grimace as a hand moves to rub at her arms. ❛ Excuse you, do you think this kind of body can pull a tree? No. I don’t have that scary strength as Seirin’s coach, believe it or not. ❜

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hmmmmhmmh i don't like how my pages are set up rn SO!!! i'm going be cleaning up shop over the days. peek at your own risk ✌✌✌ i'll do some drafts maybe, but i will be sure to post again when my pages are ready to look at