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Ah, yes, how he missed that smile. His lips quirk upwards, a small smile going across his own lips, pleased to see the younger Matsuoka so happy. 

Arms going around her waist, hands resting at her lower back as he pulls her into an embrace. His shoulder would be fine, as long as Gou didn’t hang from his shoulders like he was a human jungle gym. “Of course it’s really me. You haven’t gone crazy.” Sousuke can’t help but laugh at Gou’s reaction towards him being in her presence. Though he can’t blame her - he’d react the same way if he was her. 

Sousuke’s smile fades when she tells him about her occupation. Oh, he’s in trouble. “Rin’s always controlling, so that’s nothing new. If he becomes unbearable, just handcuff him to a bar of a cell door.” Or she can come see him, but sometimes Rin needs to get punished. “I’ve..  been alright. My shoulder isn’t really healing but I take something for the pain.” Liquor, he means, but he can’t tell Gou that. 

Blinking back at familiar way his teal-green eyes regarded her carefully, Gou’s shoulders perked up in response. A huge smile crossed over her features, and for a second, she couldn’t help herself.

Gou immediately went and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. “Sousuke-kun!” She replied, her voice higher than usual. “It’s you, it’s really you!” She pulled back from her sudden display of affection, but who could blame her? Besides, she had lost contact with Sousuke a long time ago, and it would be an understatement to say she had missed him.

“I’m working as a police-officer, here with onii-chan. And he’s as controlling as ever, so I’m in good hands.” A giggle pushed past her lips. “What about you? It’s been too long since I’ve seen your face, Sousuke-kun.” 

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officermatsuouka:

Tonight was a busy night. There had been calls from pretty much everywhere in the city and Rin was low on staff since they were out on other calls too. Was tonight a big night for The Organization to make their crimes? It seemed like it, that’s for sure. Rin was practically on the brink of exhaustion, running on at least five or six strong cups of coffees from the local cafe. Even the Baristas there had questioned the officers’ work for this night. Soon, Rin had a call. Copying via the radio, Rin made his way to the destination point, speeding down the busy highways of the city. He pulled up outside and quickly got out of the car, taking out his pistol from the holster, holding it up against him. He moved slowly towards the area and backed up against the wall, just by the door. Taking a deep breath, Rin took a step back and stayed a few meters from the door. He soon ran forward, kicking down the door with solid force, aiming his gun inside. "Don’t move!!"

Money tucked away in the pockets of his pants, he turns, back facing the front of the counter as his teal hues trail over the names of the liquor bottles that are kept behind there. Pricey drinks, they are, and kinds that you’re only supposed to mix in other liquids. (Which he will, of course, after suspicions have died down.) He grabs a small bottle, reading it now it’s more up close, and tucks that into another pocket. Just in case he falls and it breaks open - he wouldn’t want the money to get wet and alcohol scented.

For a criminal, Sousuke’s taking his sweet time, but now he’s starting to pick up the pace, stuffing more bottles into his pockets. Some he hasn’t even read the labels! Ah, well, as long as it was strong enough to make him handle the shoulder pain, he’ll be alright. 

Then the door slams open, and a shout of two words only an officer would say. Sousuke freezes, head tilted down as he looks for a weapon. Well.. he could smash open a bottle and use that as a weapon.. 

And he does. With a loud clash, there’s alcohol spilling and dripping with glass on the floor, and Sousuke’s holding the top half of the now broken bottle by the narrow neck of it. 

“You better not move or your face will be slashed up like crazy.” he threatens, raising the broken bottle so the assumed officer can see his weapon. 

Long Time, Lots of Angst || Sousuke & Rin

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matsuxgou:

“There is! Ogling is wh—” Slowly, realisation kicks in. “…Wait, S-Sousuke-kun? What are you doing here?”

“Yo, Gou,” he casually greets, with hands shoved into the pockets of his track pants. It’s.. been a long time since she’s seen her. Though she still looks as cute as ever. “Hm, I could be asking you the same question. This city is dangerous.. what would Rin say if he knew his baby sister is risking her life to live here?” 

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“What is he doing here.” Maybe he should ask t be a bodyguard; Gou’s gonna need one. 

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vigilux:

The motions were a blur, fingers digging into her skin, her small frame being pulled against a much larger one as she was silenced. It was a situation that took a little while to process, that someone had the nerve to try and hold an officer hostage, and whether they were very brave or very stupid to attempt such a thing unarmed. As the gravity of it all fell into place, Petra’s instincts began to kick in. So he didn’t want her to scream? Fine. She would do much worse. Teeth bared behind his hand, sinking them into whatever part of it she could reach to try get him to pull away, all the whilst delivering sharp kicks to his ankle. Though her attempts didn’t seem to do much, so she had to commit to trying to get out of this, wriggling and writing to pull him away from the door and further into the hall, pulling her mouth free from his hand.        “Eat shit.” A strained, low-rumbling growl as she gripped hold of his arms, using all of her strength to start moving the pair backwards, knocking the balance to tip him over and bring him crashing to the ground, with her barely left standing from the fall, pulling her own handgun from the hold and aiming at him. Hopefully he wouldn’t run.        “I’m arresting you for attempting to take an officer hostage.” 

He holds on tight, at first, waiting until she nods, though to his disappointment, she doesn’t. Instead, he feels her teeth sinking into his hand, making him hiss. The sound is more out of irritation than in pain, however pulls his hand away anyway. He’s not afraid to get bitten again, and it didn’t hurt much, but he’d rather not end up with a bleeding injury. A wrapped hand from this could lead to suspicion if he’s not caught. 

The kicks to his ankle doesn’t make him release his hold on her. He chuckles, lightly, amused by her attempts to break free. Her wriggling does make it difficult for him to hold onto her, and eventually, she breaks free. Damn. Well there goes that. 

“Like hell I will.” 

He growls, teeth barred, even if his mask doesn’t show it. He’s getting pissed, and he’s ready to attack her with hand-on-hand combat, but he doesn’t act fast enough. Wincing when his arms are pulled back, one causing a stinging pain to go through his injured shoulder and down his arm. Fuck, he’s screwed, isn’t he?

“I don’t think so,” he says through his teeth, and from the floor, he sits up, using the arm that’s triggered by his injured shoulder to push himself up on his side, kicking his leg to her hand to hopefully make her drop her handgun. 

“I’m not going anywhere but out of here.” 

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matsuxgou:

“I-I wasn’t ogling! Just… observing! There is a big difference!”  

“Mm, there sure is.” He doesn’t quite agree with that, but he’ll humour her, just a bit. 

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Long Time, Lots of Angst || Sousuke & Rin

One of the stores had closed down, giving him the perfect opportunity to pick the lock on the backdoor of the building. He has a baseball cap on this time, the brim of it tipped down to hide his eyes. It’s not the best cover-up, but full-face masks were too hot for him. (His note to self: Get less suspicious headgear.)

The one thing he didn’t think about was automatic lights. He steps into the store, into the front of it, and the lights turn on instantly. He freezes, and with a “Crap!”, he ducks, running behind the counter, right where the register is. All he has to do, is keep his face covered, and do his business quickly before any of the officers knew.

Sousuke lets out a shaky breath, slowly standing, teal hues scanning the outdoors. Good, no people, and no officers in sight. He turns towards the register, punching in a code, and with a loud noise causes him to flinch, the drawer opens, revealing the cash and coins in the compartments. He’ll only steal some money, and maybe some alcohol, too, because liquor really helps him shoulder the pain he has. 

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vigilux:

The morning had been relatively uneventful, or at least it had been until a voice called out, causing the woman to backtrack a few paces, half leaning out of the doorway to see who could possible have been calling her name.

         “Hello?”  A quiet station, having heard no commotion from her office, and now seemingly unable to locate who had been calling. Unless she hadn’t drank enough tea yet, perhaps she was still rather sleepy from the late night of paperwork. Huffing to herself slightly as she leaned against the frame.

With his appearance, it was difficult for him to be sneaky, however managed to do so with the luck of one of the officers being in the station alone. Black mask pulled over his face, keeping most of his identity hidden as he went around the station. The last thing he wanted was to get caught by cameras or for the officer to know who he was; that’d mean trouble for him. 

Sousuke’s back is up against the wall, whilst the officer, female, he realizes as he watches her leaning out of the doorway. Good, she’s not looking this way - operation hostage is a go.

He steps closer, nearly running, as he approaches her. One arm goes around around her waist, the other going around her shoulder, hand going right to her mouth, keeping her from screaming.

“You will not scream,” Sousuke orders her, voice low to try to manipulate his voice. “You will keep quiet as you lead me to your weapons. I want a gun with ammunition. And not the baby guns either; something big.” 

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He has no sense of direction. Even after being in Hashiro for a day, with a map almost always pushed into his face, he still ends up lost. Honestly, he shouldn’t have chosen the occupation he did; his ability to get lost did not make him a great candidate to be a criminal. But it’s not as if he was ashamed of the fact, even if he was teased about it. If anything, being teased was a way to make new friends. New friends came finding a new side of him, and that’s exactly what he wanted. 

He’s standing in front of the many building, teal hues glancing over each structure, reading each sign whether it be a name of a store or a road sign. Hopefully he’ll remember these in due time, otherwise he’ll either end up dead from being lost for days, or caught by officers if he makes a wrong turn and ends up in an alley. He’s fine with the former, not so much the latter - criminals should not be caught so easily. 

Sousuke reads a sign that says Risoka, and he shrugs with one shoulder, not wanting to irritate his damaged one. With homes comes people, and it’s better to ask than wander around aimlessly looking suspicious. (He’d rather seem as innocent as possible; keeps him from being arrested quicker.)

He steps up to a door, reading the mailbox hanging there. Orihara, huh? Strange name. Tucking his map under his arm, he raises a hand, pressing his index finger on the doorbell. He didn’t wait long to be greeted by another male.

“Let me be blunt,” Sousuke starts, bringing his hand up to rub at the back of his neck. “I’m lost and I need some help with directions.” 

The Informant Is In || ~Izaya and Sousuke~

Izaya’s new place in Hashiro City’s Risoka Housing was all right. He had room one entirely to himself for the nonce, which was more or less to his liking. Being a new resident, he was still trying to adjust to life in this new dwelling, and there may have been a part of him that felt a twinge of homesickness, but this city certainly struck him as being worth his time. With the sudden rise of the Organization, the crime rate had rocketed, and so the city the informant was currently nestled in was a hotspot for trouble, ripe for his assistance and nudgings – put simply, he felt this was an interesting place to be, as he so loved to witness such events for himself. So it came to be that the information broker known as Izaya Orihara had slunk into Hashiro City, offering his services to anyone and everyone willing to pay his rates. He was, of course, maintaining a careful neutral position himself, as he was wont to do, as taking a stance in this game would be ill-suited for one such as him. “Nothing to do for now but wait,” he said aloud, smugness already setting into his features, and he flipped on the television in the room to see what stories the news was covering. No sooner had he tuned his attention to the news anchor, however, than the ding of the doorbell going off reached his ears. He wasn’t really expecting anyone just yet, so he really didn’t know what to expect when he opened the door. “Can I help you?” he asked as he looked upon the face of the person standing there.

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} New City, New Self || Sousuke & -

His shoulder was terribly damaged - what other choice did he have than to get away from what made him happy?

He moved, to another city, and although Hashiro had went from peaceful to chaotic, he didn’t seem to care. Even with a shoulder that would probably never heal, he’d be able to fend for himself. After all, he protected the sister of his childhood best friend for many years, there’s a chance he’d be able to protect himself. 

He had dreamed of being an officer, but he joins The Organization because he’s finding a new side of himself. Why keep his childhood dreams with him? He gave up on swimming, might as well give up on joining the force as well. 

Sousuke stands in the shadows, drooped, teal hues watching over the people who resided in Hashiro. He hasn’t went to his apartment yet, but it’s not as if he had a lot with him anyway; he can wait.