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🌺 did you ever want another child?

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"One child is enough for me." By the time her maternity leave was up, Mizuki had been more than ready to return to the office, even if it hurt not to have her infant daughter in sight at all times. She glances at the family photo at on desk- there had more than enough room for a fourth member in the photo booth.

Maybe Daisuke does want another child to hold. Maybe Suki does want a sibling.

It had been a lofty choice to make, having Suki in the first place. And of course Mizuki has no regrets over giving birth to Suki, but well-

She never wanted to have a child, not until she met Daisuke and even afterwards, she had a child, not because she wanted to be a mother, but because she wanted to have family with Daisuke, her husband.

The one person who made her laugh all those years ago.

A shake of her head though. She made her decision a long time ago and she has no intention on changing it. "Having babies isn't the only thing I'm here for." 

Who else would run the forensic department otherwise?

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"Of course she got As in science." Or so Mizuki Nakamura says, waving a copy of her daughter's report card for her co-worker to see. "She's my kid; I helped her with her homework." That and Suki more or less seems to enjoy her science classes.

Her teacher made a note of it too: if she likes what she's learning, she does well, but if she doesn't, Mizuki's daughter doesn't seem to to try as hard in those class. This is also indicated by well to her, by Mizuki's standards, abysmal grades in math and English.

But grades don't matter at this age as much, do they? It's not the same in Japan and of course there are times when Mizuki worries about her daughter's future, when her math test grades come with a red 'B' on the first page, points deducted due to careless mistakes, but well-

"She's got time, Mizuki." Daisuke would tell her. "Don't worry about her too much. Our daughter is going to be just fine, no matter what- she's got us to support her. Besides, the grades don't begin to matter as much until she gets to high school."

Trust Mizuki's father to take a more lackidasical approach when it comes to Suki's education. That being said, Mizuki's the planner for a reason and it is better to be safe than sorry.

"If she doesn't improve, I'll get her a math tutor."

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NAKAMURA MIZUKI NEÉ MIKOTOBA IS NO ARTIST. But that does not mean her skill with a pen should be underestimated. She's lived on both sides of the Pacific Ocean and though her father arranged for her an internship to a respected defense attorney over in Tokyo, Mizuki chose a different path: she stayed in the States and worked her way up the ranks in LAPD. 

Not as a prosecutor, but as a forensics investigator. 

Arguments have been bread & butter ( or at least that is a saying over in the West, she believes ) within the Mikotoba family. Shouting is not, but the necessity of making an effective argument is. As is using evidence to back up said argument.

Growing up, Mizuki, always the last to pick a side, was never as concerned with the argument itself so much as the validity of the evidence used.

Kanji characters decorate the margins of her documents. Sometimes she writes hiragana, other times katakana. There are only so many chances she has to practice writing in her native tongue here in the LAPD, but this time the characters make up words and phrases she already knows by heart. She looks up from her paperwork and snorts.

Her father would be aghast- it's not a very ladylike gesture.

"I worry for that girl sometimes." It's said with a leveled voice though the affection is palpable as she glances at the duo photo frame on her desk. In one frame, a photo of Nakamura with her husband and daughter on a picnic; on the other side, a letter, using both English letters and hiragana characters, written by her daughter. It had been assignment from her first grade teacher, asking students to write to their future selves:

Dear Future Me,

When I get older, I want to be like Oka-san! Oka-san works in forensics and helps the police catch the bad guys! She helps put away a lot of bad people and protects the good ones. But I also want to be like Otou-san too! He makes art and people look at his art and like it. I want to be just like both of them because they are cool. I hope I can make them proud when I do. Did you do that by now? I hope we did!

From Suki

"It makes me happy that my daughter looks up to both Daisuke-kun and I," Mizuki admits as she continues to idly write in hiragana in the margins- determination, decision, destiny. "But she's six and there are already so many expectations put on her." Not by Mizuki or her husband, but Mizuki has listened to both her own family and her in-laws. They say it's only a matter of time before Suki's talents begin to show up. On the maternal side, the patriarchal head has hopes that she'll carry on the Mikotoba tradition of practicing law, making contributions to the justice system as it evolves and changes. On the paternal side, they want her to start taking art classes, learning the basics in drawing so she can follow in Daisuke's footsteps.

The parents have not said a word about this to their daughter. And for one good reason. One that Mizuki can only hope that her daughter will always keep in mind no matter what she decides to do with her life. She sets her pen down.

"I just want her to know that Oka-san will be proud of her no matter who she becomes." 

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on the way to the crime scene ! ✦ feat. @kagoshou & @kamipyre

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( what if i came back and tried to reach out to new ppl 😶 )

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MUSES & MOTHERS.

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( the gang's coming back...the gang's coming back...! )

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𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 : 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎

.𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 - the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎 - sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

TAGGED BY: @youandme-and (thank uuuu <3 <3 <3) TAGGING: @geniusimogene @ptternminds (for...patrick :3), @sinsolucion @uroborosymphony and you!! steal it if you are compelled too <3

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ray. ➜ EXHAUSTION SETTLES ON HER SHOULDERS LIKE DUST. Most witnesses to crimes she's seen land on the catatonic side rather than the hysterical side- but maybe that's only because she's not usually the first responder in these circumstances. She probably will not be on the forensic team for this particular case.

That'd be a violation in HR, wouldn't it? Either way, she eyes the Moozy plush in his hand– a combination of red, white, and light pink with black thread ovals for eyes- all over and perhaps greedily, snatches it out of his hand, hugging it tightly. She assumes he paid for it; she'll have back to pay him back. But for now, Suki tucks her head into the crook of its neck. When her parents died, she never got this privilege; all of her plushies back then burned alongside. "The others," she asks, voice muffled. Maybe if no one was looking, they'd think Pink Moozy was talking instead. "Are they alright? No one got hurt did they?"

     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 in the aftermath of the robbery, something taps her gently on the shoulder from behind. When she turns around, a Moozilla plush toy meets her gaze, one stubby arm raised, its body covered in strands of soft, synthetic fur, the muzzle shaped in the form of a heart. An atrocity if you ask him, but acceptable all the same should it prove to soothe her weariness even just a little. He saw it sitting on a shelf in the department store and quickly surmised this must’ve been what had drawn her here to begin with. It was a no brainer to fetch it on his way out. He holds it out to her with a steady hand, betraying nothing of his earlier fury. Only now is he able to impart her with what he didn’t have time to before:   ❛❛ Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? ❜❜   The tenseness in his face melts away, his voice dropping to a heartfelt murmur.   ❛❛ You did well. If it wasn’t for you, things might’ve turned real ugly. ❜❜ / @kamipyre, cont. from here

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former officer. ➜ HAVE WORKED. The stranger's choice in tense is interesting– an implication of having been in that field once upon a time, before heading for greener pastures– even if Suki doesn't usually take as much care with her words, let alone anyone else's, as she does with her work. But he carries himself with a dignity she'd assume from an even older gentleman. Most men his age are still in their prime and in this line of work, tend to be both experienced and arrogant.

A dangerous combination to hand a firearm. Let alone authority.

She nods, even handling him the crane she just finished. No point in being precious with her art, is there? There are thousands of more cranes for her to make anyways.

"What made you leave? Most law enforcement officers who should be there only last three years before they get out. I don't blame them although it makes my work...more annoying. Less people to actually entrust to get the job done well."

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That looks like a collection in the making. If there is one thing Kim Shin has a keen eye for, it's investment. Investing in things, investing in people. Practice. He wonders if there's anything that could be gained out of gathering the origami of someone who folds with a nervous passion.

Certainly enchanting to look at.

"May I?" he points at one of her finished crafts. "I have worked in law enforcement," adjacent, so to speak. How big is the jump between law enforcement and the military, anyway. Simply from bad to worse.

"I'm noticing, from my current perspective, and your words, it hasn't changed much since I last had anything to do with it. Someone like you could probably make a difference from within, though."

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— 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀 ?

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💧💧 whoever made her cry better not cross his path >: |

oh you know i'm just in pain ( 💧💧 for your muse to find mine secretly crying w/ @bloodxhound )

SUCH OCCASIONS ARISE- when it's not just the detectives out in the field that are in the line of fire. Suki knows she should have been prepared for this. And maybe she's naive, selfish even for thinking like this, but when you have people like Detective Barlowe, it's odd to feel anything but safe.  

The thing is, the situation didn't even happen at work. One minute she's idly looking at this year's Valentine's Day edition Moozy merchandise and the next there is the sound of gunshots and shouting and screaming from 'put your hands up' and 'do it or I'll shoot'.

Suki's just lucky she happened to be out of sight when the panic initially ensued. Or maybe that makes her unlucky- her heart races as she racks her brain for what to do in these sorts of situations. What would Detective Barlowe do in this case?

It's a dumb question to ask; for one thing, he'd probably have his firearm on him. For another thing, he'd be making a plan to save the other hostages in the vicinity.

Suki has neither of those things. But what she does have is a cellphone and his number. She nearly forgets to put her phone on silent when she dials his number. Ring. Ring. Ring.

He doesn't pick up. Of course he doesn't- he's off duty and even a detective who loves his job needs time away from work. Besides, it's not like they do anything together aside from work. She can't help but think this might be what Mister Godot was talking about when it comes to having a life outside of work.

Still. There's more stomping. And then talking:

"Is that all of them?" She shuts her eyes.

"They're all in the security room. Jason's got his eye on them."

Shakily, she opens her phone and pulls up Ray's number. She only hopes her typing is quiet enough: Hostage situation. There's at least three- they said the others are in the security room. She wavers. Please help

She crouches into a ball and waits. He has to answer sooner or later.

Time passes. She's not too sure how much actually passes, butno new notifications show up on her phone, the only noises she hears now being the sound of glass breaking and blares of sirens from afar. Idly, she looks up- there's a door staring her right in the face. There's no lock on it; the perpetuors must not be very similar with the place-

She sits up. Wait a second. Does she take her chances and try to escape? Or does she wait it out? She checks her phone- Detective Barlowe still hasn't gotten back to her. What would he do in her place?

BOOM.

"LAPD! Put your hands up!" The sound of boots on the ground follow alongside gunshots as she eyes the door that so close she could touch, but also so far to reach. She grips her phone and stands up, decision made. She can't just sit here and wait to be rescued- she has to be brave because that's what Ray would do-

A hand latches onto her arm. "Suki!"

She freezes and whirls around.

He's here. He really did come.

Something snaps. (Of course he did.)

"Ray-" His first name is clumsy on her lips but she hardly notices that. Or that her legs have given out just as she's lunging at him. Hands ball his jacket as she tries not to break. Tries not to and fails to.

"You're here-" Her words are hardly coherent, voice more and more panicked with each passing second. She sobs; it doesn't matter that what probably is the rest of their workplace is watching them now. "I'm sorry, I couldn't- I should've done more-"

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oh you know i'm just in pain ( 💧💧 for your muse to find mine secretly crying w/ @bloodxhound )

THEY ALL HAVE THEIR BREAKING POINTS. From Detective Barlowe and his hemophobia to Mister Godot with the Fey family to Detective Lang and his family's broken reputation, they all have their breaking points. Nakamura is no different; for her, it's-

The case is cut and dry, if not downright cruel. As usual, there is a body- otherwise, Nakamura wouldn't need to be on the scene- and then the yellow tape to block off the onlookers. She can't help but be thankful for it and prays that the media won't sink its claws too deeply. This, of course, is a fool's thought- if there is one thing the media loves, it's sensationalism.

( She wonders if Detective Lang is thinking the same thing. )

The victim is (was) a young woman, Mariko Green. She was 26, she was bright-eyed, and she was a medical student, studying to be a doctor. She was at the top of her class and always had a pen to spare for a classmate. Her bedside manners with patients were what made her stand out amongst her peers.

And during the early hours of this morning, she was found with her head smashed into a desk and bruises shaped like fingerprints around her neck. Nakamura watches as the emergency services zip up the body bag to transfer it over to moratorium. The look on Green's face is haunting, to say the least. An initial glance over suggests that she died terrified and even worse, died while struggling. Nakamura dreads to find out the severity of the wounds beneath Green's clothes as the positioning of such suggests-

They already have a few suspects in mind and eventually, they will be found and they will face justice.

But even justice won't bring Green back.

Nakamura excuses herself. Says something about needing to get a coffee for the long night. She even offers to get the others some as well, but first she makes a pit stop in an alleyway.

She squeezes her eyes shut. They all have their breaking points. She covers her mouth and tries not to shudder. This just happens to be Suki Nakamura's. There are moments where Suki can't help but think that people are just downright awful, terrible, and cruel. There's no doubt in her mind that this wasn't done on accident. 

Why things like this always end up happening to people like Green? To people who just want to go some good instead?

Something soft suddenly rests on her shoulders. She looks up- it's Detective Lang. He's looking off to the side. His jaw is clenched and the grip around his cane is tight. He's also not wearing his usual fur coat. She looks down- it's draped over her shoulders instead.

Clearly she's not the only affected by this case.

Nakamura brings her sleeve up. Rubs hers eyes one last time. "Nakanai." She whispers, forcefully to will it into reality.

I won't cry.

"I'm okay," she says, looking Detective Lang in the eye. Her eyes are puffy and they still sting from rubbing against her sleeve. Detective Lang's jacket still hangs from her shoulders; she'll return it to him soon she tells herself. "Your juniors have been clamoring for coffee. Make sure they work for it."

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ferre makes aesthetics ( 6 / ??? ): detective barlowe & inspector nakamura

"word in the precinct is that nakamura's got a dog- a mean guard dog that'll bite."

( photos do not belong to me. credit for oc goes to @bloodxhound​ ! happy holidays my dear friend! )

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i've been meaning to write this out but always forget to, but suki actually likes and even prefers to be called by her last name regardless of the verse/place on the timeline.

part of it is because her coworkers is predominantly men and in a workplace where many will underestimate her, she has to demand respect. but more importantly...

her name is one of, if not the only thing she has left of her parents. her last name is a reminder that she will always be daisuke nakamura's daughter.