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ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ & ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ <3

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ? ᴡʜᴏ'ᴅᴀ ᴛʜᴜɴᴋ ɪᴛ? /ꜱᴀʀᴄ /ʟʜ

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ x ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴏᴄ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ. ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴜɴꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴꜱɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ. ^^'

ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴍɪɴɪ-ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏᴄꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ 3 ᴏᴄ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴄ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ!

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏʀᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴏᴏɴ. ;)

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🌑 ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ. ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴋᴋᴏᴜᴋᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴏxɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴅɪɢʏ, ��ɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ' ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ; ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. (ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ, ꜱᴏ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ.)

🌒 ɴᴏᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ, ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, "ʙᴏxɪɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ". (ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀꜱꜱʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ.) ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ɪɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴅ. ᴡᴇʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴄᴋ, ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ? ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ. ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪꜰ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. (ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.)

🌓 ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏxɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪʟʏ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ. ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴍᴇꜱᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ, ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ Qᴜɪᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏꜱꜱɪᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

🌔 ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴀɢɢᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪᴄᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ (ᴀʟʙᴇɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ), ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴅ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ.

🌕 ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ. ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ) ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ, ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴜꜱʜ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴏᴅᴅʟʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ "ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ" ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ. ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴅᴇɴɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴠᴇʜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ (ʜᴇ, ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ). ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɪɢɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. (ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇɴꜱᴇ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ? ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴜʏꜱ. :((( /ʜᴊ)

🌖 ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ. ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴏʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴛʀɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɢʀᴀʙ ʀᴀᴍᴇɴ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ʙᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ.

🌗 ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀᴅᴇᴀʟ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇQᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ɪᴛ, ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄʟᴜᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴢᴇɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʀᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʀɴʏ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

🌘 ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴍᴇɴ, ᴏʀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪɴ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ᴀ ᴡɪɴɢᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴀᴋᴜꜱʜɪᴍᴀ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. xᴅ) ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴜᴋᴀʀɪ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ꜰᴜᴜᴋᴀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜꜱɪᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀꜱ ʏᴜᴋᴀʀɪ'ꜱ. ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴜᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴏ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ.

🌑 ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙʏ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ. (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴛꜱ/ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏʀᴇ. :ᴘ) ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʀᴜꜱʜ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ. ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ.

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🌑 ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴇᴍɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴᴇ.

🌒 ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴏɴ ᴘᴅᴀ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ʙʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.

🌓 ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ "ᴀᴋɪ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ". ʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰʟᴜꜱᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.

🌔 ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ, ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜰ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ. ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴇꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ.

🌕 ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ꜱʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ʜᴇʟʟ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴍɪᴍɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴛʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱʜʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

🌖 ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟᴇʀ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ? ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴀᴊᴀᴍᴀꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏɴɢ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ'ᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ.

🌗 ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇʙᴜɢꜱ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ.

🌘 ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴇʏᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴀʀʀɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴜʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ? ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴜᴢᴜᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀʙ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ? ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

🌑 ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴍᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ, ᴀᴋɪʜɪᴋᴏ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴꜱɪꜱᴛꜱ.

ɢᴏᴅ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴜɴ. ;ᴡ;

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜɪᴘ ʟᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴄ ʟᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴀɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇꜰʀᴇꜱʜɪɴɢ. ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴏᴄ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴛɪʀɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ; ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ. :')

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ- ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ! ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴄ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪᴘ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴅᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ! 'ᴛɪʟ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ! <3

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CLARY SAGE

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Chapter 3

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30 minutes after

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Having taken off his blazer, Ryuu and the rest of the group painted the over graffiti that was on the wall, rolling on coat after coat to be able to cover the both amazing and vulgar arts. Finishing his part, he walks back and behind Hiragi. “Hey, Owner! We got this side taken care of!”

“Aaah, thank you so much!” The owner comes up to them, holding a box of freshly cooked taiyaki. Walking behind the Sugishita, Ryuu looked at Suo and Nirei from the corner of his eye, who were nomming on their taiyaki. The treat was still warm in his hand, getting cooler and cooler every second he avoided eating it. It seemed that Suo felt his stare, turning towards him with a smile.

“Yes, Osamu?”

“Uhm… What is this?” Ryuu held out the treat towards Suo, who stared at him bewildered, Nirei peeking from beside him, also taken off guard by the question.

“It’s called Taiyaki, a fish-shaped cake filled with sweet red bean paste,” Suo smiles at Ryuu, encouraging him to take a bite of the treat. Bringing it to his lips, he opens his mouth to take a small bite of the warm fish cake treat. Both Suo and Nirei looked at him expectantly, hoping that he would like the sweet, though they would understand if he didn’t. Ryuu smiled as the flavor and texture of the sweet invaded his taste buds, walking slowing down as he focused on eating.

KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK KA-TUNK GWOOOOO

The group walks closer to the tunnel under the train, a weird looking lion drawing atop of the entrance. Ryuu takes another bite from the taiyaki as Nirei starts to scold Sakura.

“We’re right at the border between Bofurin and Another team’s turf. We can’t, under any circumstance, cause any trouble past this train track!”

“Just like how every country has their own laws… our rules don’t mean crap over there.”

“The team that controls that turf are… The Devotees of Power.” “That’sh a shick name…” Ryuu mumbles with his mouth full, having taken his last bite of taiyaki, Suo chuckling beside him at his pronunciation.

Getting ready to turn around, a voice cuts through their conversation.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Everyone’s heads turned back to the tunnel, a boy with bruises running towards the tunnel from the other side catching their eye.

Hiragi stiffened, rushing forwards to see if it was true.

“THAT’S SAN MIDDLE SCHOOL’S UNIFORM?!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN’ OVER THERE?! HURRY AND GET BACK HERE!!” Hiragi calls out, worried for the kid.

“AAAH!” Nirei yells “BEHIND HIM…! THEY’RE WEARING ORANGE BASEBALL JACKETS…”

“IT’S SHISHITOREN!!”

Ryuu sucks in a breath as he gets ready to throw his bag off of him and fight, but the kid who’s running, trips and falls. The predator from shishitoren gets knocked back, the middle schooler landing in the arms of Ryuu, who decided to run over and catch the falling boy instead of fighting. Both Sakura and Sugishita land in front of Ryuu and the middle schooler, having kicked away a member of the so-called lions.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Nirei yells out in fear, his voice trembling as he continues. “W-We took the first swing… in another team’s turf…” “Nirei…”

“What are you on about?” “If the kid is one of us…” “Then they’re the ones who struck first.”

All three of them spoke, but Ryuu moved quickly and efficiently, making the middle schooler face him. “Let me check injuries please.”

“Ah… Y-Yes…” Ryuu smiled slightly, taking out the first aid kit he carries, opening it and putting on some gloves. He starts disinfecting the wound the kid got on the side of his face before putting some ointment and placing a white bandage on it.

“There, you could be doing gr- better in about three to five days.” “Umh…? Thank you so much…” Standing up and picking up the middle schooler, pushing him back towards Hiragi, Suo, and Nirei before looking at the backs of the two tanks of first years. The two members of Shishitoren who weren’t with the other guy poke and prod at the injured male.

“Aaah… shit. Welp, he’s completely knocked out.” “He went down with just one kick.” Ryuu frowns, nose scrunching at the sight. ‘Aren’t those two on the same side? Why are they picking at him and not helping him out?’

“PATHETIC…” Ryuu takes a breath at the word, eye widening as he clenches his fists and bites his lip. He never liked that word, it was degrading and just purely disgusting in his vocabulary.

Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack Ka-clack ka-clack

“Well?” The new figure says “What’s all this, now?”

His voice was low and slow, he was wearing a monk working outfit, and some lifted sandals that Ryuu didn’t remember the name of. The two males who were picking at the fallen dude quickly made way for the new guy, who’s attitude and way of talking made him quite irritated. “I was wondering what was happening there…” He spoke “When I saw one of our guys zoomin’ by…”

Ryuu takes off his bag and holds it behind him, keeping the first aid kit in his other hand, and waves it slightly, signaling for one of the group members to grab it from his hands. It gets taken by Suo, who gives it to Nirei to hold.

Hiragi grits his teeth, grinding them together as he mumbles “Of all the people to show… It just HAD to be him…”

“Shishitoren’s second in command,” Ryuu listened in, feeling like something worse was going to happen. “Jo Togame.”

“Oh, Whu? Furin? Over on this side?” Jo pushes down his orange shades, before looking down at his fallen underling, “WHat The?! Saruwatari?! What Happened to YOU?!” The brunette glares at the situation, before being pushed back by Hiragi, who walks at an angle and speaks up. “That punk a yours chasin’ one of our own around.” Second in command looks up in shock at the entrance of Hiragi. “Why, if it isn’t Hiragi! Yoooo!” He slowly speaks, waving around his Ramune before pointing down at the knocked out member.

“So, was THIS… Your work of art?” He grins, bringing the Ramune up and pointing at them. The creepy grin makes them all shudder. Ryuu bites his bottom lip with his canine, before letting it go as the Saru-whatever picks himself up.

“YOU LITTLE SHITS! THIS AIN’T NO GODDAMN GAME! WE’VE GOT RULES HERE! WE DON’T MESS AROUND WITH YOUR TURF, AND YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO STAY OUTTA OURS!!” It seems like he didn’t notice that their higher up was behind him as he spoke, the two that were with him cringing at the sight of the male talking back. “PAST THE DAMN TRAIN TRACKS IS SHISHITOREN’S DOMAIN!! DON’T GO STRUTTIN’ INTO OUR TURF… LIKE YOU OWN THE GODDAMN… place”

KA CRASH

Jo strikes the dude with the Ramune bottle that was in his hand.

Everyone stares in shock, confused at the situation that’s happening. Ryuu’s mouth is open, wanting to say something, but his voice is stuck in his throat. “OUR turf?” Jo yanks up the male by the hair, bringing his fist back before punching him.

THWAK THWAK THWAK THWAK

Looking at the two other members, one was giggling and the other stared at the attack, nonchalant.

“Didn’t you get your face beat in? THAT MAKES YOU WEAK!”

“-THAT MAKES YOU WEAK RYUU.”

Weak, his gramps favorite word. Pathetic, what he used as a description. His grandfather has an amazing ability to be able to get under Ryuu’s skin, it was sickening, and borderline abusive. Ryuu was on the floor, holding his tummy, nose bleeding from the amount of stress his seven year old body has been going through. He’s lucky that Gramps wasn’t physically training him. Or he would have been dead.

“STOP!!” Hiragi steps up, taking action and attracting the attention towards him. It breaks Ryuu out of his trance, breathing heavily at the memory. “What?” “Isn’t he one of your guys?!” Hiragi scolds him, though Jo just tilts his head in fake confusion.

“Who’re you talkin’ about?”

Ryuu slowly walks forwards, quietly and sneakily walking, more than silent as he steps forward. He doesn’t dare touch Jo Togame, eyes wide and focused, hand clutching the first aid kit hard enough that his knuckles are turning white. Jo Togame takes off the male’s jacket in a flash. Ryuu quickly grabs the bloodied male and drags him over to a wall, sitting him up and opening the first aid kit beside him.

Ryuu ignored what was happening behind him, quickly working on bandaging the male’s face and head up. He breathed in, the smell of blood seeping into his nose and taking over his taste buds, the metal taste not bothering him.

The brunette quickly works on getting the bigger chinks of glass out of the dudes head, gently pulling at them and throwing them to the floor before cleaning up the wound. He huffs, not being giving up on getting the other, smaller but holdable chunks of glass as one of them pierces his skin.

Ryuu cleans off his hands, disinfecting them before efficiently wrapping the dude’s head with a white bandage, and placing some gauze in his nose.

Standing up, Ryuu turns around as Jo starts walking away. “Hey…” He calls out from the side, both groups looking towards him. “Bring him to the nearest hospital, or urgent care, or something, I don’t care.” Ryuu points to the guy on the floor, having been bandaged up and taken care of. “You guys wouldn’t want a charge on your names wouldn’t ya?”

Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes, shocked that he was able to treat the dude in such a short time. “He has glass impaled on his head, and he most likely has a broken nose and jaw due to the kicks and punches he got,” Ryuu crouches and grabs his first aid kit, and then gets back up and walks towards his group. “The last thing you could do is take him somewhere to get taken care of, then you won’t have to ever see him again.”

Jo Togame shrugs with a smirk, grabbing the bloodied teen and dragging him around as Ryuu turns his head to the side to look at the taller male over his shoulder. “Pick him up correctly please, you wouldn’t want the pieces of glass to impale him through his skull and kill him would you?” He asks loudly, “Then you would have a murder charge on yours and Shishitoren’s name.”

Ryuu smiles and turns around, taking his bag out of Nirei’s hands and putting the, now messy and bloodied, kit inside. Everything is silent as the Shishitoren gang walks away, the second in command’s sandals clanking against the floor every step he takes.

“HOOOOOLD UP! WHAT HAVE YOU TWO DONE?!??!”

“YOU’VE…” Nirei sobs, “YOU’VE DECLARED TOTAL WAR AGAINST THEM!!!”

“All right, that’s enough. Calm down, Nirei-kun,” Suo walks over, Ryuu’s sleeve in one hand and patting Nirei’s back with the other. “Sooo, I know I kinda missed my cue to interrupt you guys, but…”

Ryuu stares at the third year, who is about to overdose on Gaskun 10’s.

“Looking at THAT MESS, I assume not saying anything was the right choice.” “Hiragi-san, it would be for the best that you follow the dose needed for intake on the instructions in the back of the box,” Ryuu raised his hand, sweat dripping due to the over exaggeration of the male “You wouldn’t want to overdose.”

“SAKURA-SAN!” Nirei turns around and starts scolding again, “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” “IF YOU DIDN’T EDGE HIM ON AT THE END THERE, THEN IT SOUNDED LIKE WE COULD’VE GOTTEN AWAY SCOTT-FREE!!”

“Togame…” Hiragi butts in, popping one of the pills in his mouth “He ain’t that easygoing, y’know?”

That makes Ryuu pay attention. “Among the guys in Shishitoren, He’s extra particular ‘bout their territory. He wouldn’t have let us go that easily.” “Is that so…?” Nirei slumps forward a bit in defeat. “What’s done is done.”

“Besides…” Hiragi looks down, making Ryuu stand up straighter, eyebrows furrowing closer together. “I should’ve been the one to step in first… Sorry.” Hiragi apologizes quickly , making everyone stare at him in shock, though the tension quickly breaks as he walks forward towards the middle schooler.

“Let's head back to the school.”

“You, from San Middle…” “I-I’m Sasaki…” “Great. Sakaki, Come with us.” Walking away, Ryuu is quick to walk over and pick up the kid by his armpits, like a cat, and placing him back on his feet.

“We gotta report everything… To Umemiya.”

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At the school

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Walking up the stairs, all that could be heard were the steps of the group and Hiragi’s groans. Ryuu was walking beside the middle schooler, making sure he was fine and was able to walk up the stairs without falling. Though he could feel the nervousness radiating from the kid.

Reaching the door at the top of the stairs, Hiragi grips the knob and turns it, pushing the door open and letting the light inside the stairway. Ryuu smiled at the state of the roof of the school. It seemed to be quite cozy and comfortable up there. The smell of mulch, dirt, and wet grass invades their senses, the color green surrounding them.

On the roof, on one side of the entrance, are two beach chairs, a volleyball court, a ping pong table, and a couch. On the other side, there is an amazingly large tree, roots growing out and around the school, there being a path to be able to get to the other side of the school roof above its protruding roots. Under the tree, there is a gazebo and farther off, there are some garden beds laying about. The freshmen looked around in amazement, minus Sugishita. “Wh…What in the…” Sakura mumbled in shock, having expected everything but this.

Hiragi walked away, calling out to the leader. “Umemiya!” That brought the attention back to the main reason as to why they are there. To meet the rep and tell him what happened at the border of the town.

“Yo, Hiragi! Some take a look at this!” The crouching male turns around with a large smile, two potted plants in his hands. “The eggplants and green peppers are growing strong!!” “We can have a full-on barbecue with everyone in summer!!”

If Ryuu wasn’t blinded by the sun, he was now blinded by the smile that Umemiya has shown them. Ryuu chuckles, blocking his eyes from the brightness of the white haired male’s smile and sura.

“Umemiya.” “We’ve got trouble.”

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