Reasons why it's dangerous to leave me surrounded by relatives.
So, I after having spent a hell of a lot time with sisters # 2 and #3 plus friend of sister number #3 today baking, I sort of started cleaning my room. Sort of. It's more of a natural disaster now than just what remains of an explosion. Kinda.
ANYWAY, that's not the point.
I found one of the notebooks I took with me on summer of last year when my family and I went to the beach with the rest of my dad's family.
There's some sketches, some cooking tips, a lot of 'I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE TAKE ME OUT OF HERE' and 'FAMILY AND NO INTERNET MAKES ALLIRA CRAZY' and there's even some pages of my mom and me exchanging messages.
But the point of this post is that... I FOUND THIS. Which I present to the jury as proof that I should be kept away from my family, for it's dangerous.
Loveless!Police!Detectives! AU. No research whatsoever was done while writing this.
Soubi got the phonecall just as he was laying down after having been up for 36 hours straight. When his contact inside the Seven Moons had told him of a probable date and that he'd call him again as soon as he knew more, for the first time in the five years he had been working towards the capture of the criminal group, he had allowed himself a moment to believe that the end was near.
And less than three hours from that moment, he was back to nothing. Worse than nothing. The mutilated, burnt, cut, tortured and murdered bodies of the small gang where Aoyagi Seimei had ruled was a double message from the Seven Moon, one for him and the other one for whoever might even think about giving information.
His was simple: Try to catch us. The other one was even simpler: We won't have snitches.
"Fuck," he heard his partner swear, taking off his glasses for a moment to clean them with his shirt, as if that would take care of the bloodshed that was spread in front of them.
Soubi just gritted his teeth, walking towards the nearest body that had, once, been human, lifting the white sheet for a moment before he put it back down, the anger and frustration he felt all too distracting for the faint nausea he felt at the sight to cause much.
His partner, however, gave a low, sad whistle.
"Damn," Kio clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Poor thing. How old d'you think h-it was?"
Soubi didn't answer.
The sight got worse before it getting any better, everyone of the cops there with grim expressions as they gave him the facts and he and Kio noticed the bodies. It wasn't until one of the cops told him that they had one witness (one survivor from more than twenty teens) that the detective allowed himself a moment of hope.
"We believe he's the one who called emergencies," the cop said as he showed him and Kio towards the bloodier part of the store.
Kio swore, turning away from the stench of burnt flesh and the sight of blood on the walks, but Soubi kept on walking, peering at the blackened remains of a body, clenching his hands.
The bastards had cut the hands and the head of the body, and he doubted that there remained enough of the body to compare DNA, and still Soubi was almost certain that this had been his informer.
"Detective Agatsuma, over here."
Craving for a cigarette so badly he could almost taste it, he followed Kio and the other cop towards a corner where rubbish and broken tables made and almost perfect hideout, or had made before most of them were taken away.
A teenager was there, eyes wide open, messy dark hair covering them partially. He had burns over his arms and his clothes were covered in blood. The detective realized that the boy had probably tried to put off the fire and he felt a surge of sympathy for him, even before he noticed the ring he was wearing, and then he stared.
"How come you only asume?" Kio asked the cop.
"Look at him. The poor thing's probably into shock. We're waiting for Social Service and some paramedics before trying to touch him."
Then, as if he had somehow heard that, the boy stirred, turning towards him, wide violet eyes almost looking through him, expression vacant and gone and then Soubi swore out loud.
The one witness, victim and who his boss was most likely going to write as the main suspect for this was Aoyagi Ritsuka, Seimei's younger and only brother.
ANYWAY, that's not the point.
I found one of the notebooks I took with me on summer of last year when my family and I went to the beach with the rest of my dad's family.
There's some sketches, some cooking tips, a lot of 'I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE TAKE ME OUT OF HERE' and 'FAMILY AND NO INTERNET MAKES ALLIRA CRAZY' and there's even some pages of my mom and me exchanging messages.
But the point of this post is that... I FOUND THIS. Which I present to the jury as proof that I should be kept away from my family, for it's dangerous.
Loveless!Police!Detectives! AU. No research whatsoever was done while writing this.
Soubi got the phonecall just as he was laying down after having been up for 36 hours straight. When his contact inside the Seven Moons had told him of a probable date and that he'd call him again as soon as he knew more, for the first time in the five years he had been working towards the capture of the criminal group, he had allowed himself a moment to believe that the end was near.
And less than three hours from that moment, he was back to nothing. Worse than nothing. The mutilated, burnt, cut, tortured and murdered bodies of the small gang where Aoyagi Seimei had ruled was a double message from the Seven Moon, one for him and the other one for whoever might even think about giving information.
His was simple: Try to catch us. The other one was even simpler: We won't have snitches.
"Fuck," he heard his partner swear, taking off his glasses for a moment to clean them with his shirt, as if that would take care of the bloodshed that was spread in front of them.
Soubi just gritted his teeth, walking towards the nearest body that had, once, been human, lifting the white sheet for a moment before he put it back down, the anger and frustration he felt all too distracting for the faint nausea he felt at the sight to cause much.
His partner, however, gave a low, sad whistle.
"Damn," Kio clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Poor thing. How old d'you think h-it was?"
Soubi didn't answer.
The sight got worse before it getting any better, everyone of the cops there with grim expressions as they gave him the facts and he and Kio noticed the bodies. It wasn't until one of the cops told him that they had one witness (one survivor from more than twenty teens) that the detective allowed himself a moment of hope.
"We believe he's the one who called emergencies," the cop said as he showed him and Kio towards the bloodier part of the store.
Kio swore, turning away from the stench of burnt flesh and the sight of blood on the walks, but Soubi kept on walking, peering at the blackened remains of a body, clenching his hands.
The bastards had cut the hands and the head of the body, and he doubted that there remained enough of the body to compare DNA, and still Soubi was almost certain that this had been his informer.
"Detective Agatsuma, over here."
Craving for a cigarette so badly he could almost taste it, he followed Kio and the other cop towards a corner where rubbish and broken tables made and almost perfect hideout, or had made before most of them were taken away.
A teenager was there, eyes wide open, messy dark hair covering them partially. He had burns over his arms and his clothes were covered in blood. The detective realized that the boy had probably tried to put off the fire and he felt a surge of sympathy for him, even before he noticed the ring he was wearing, and then he stared.
"How come you only asume?" Kio asked the cop.
"Look at him. The poor thing's probably into shock. We're waiting for Social Service and some paramedics before trying to touch him."
Then, as if he had somehow heard that, the boy stirred, turning towards him, wide violet eyes almost looking through him, expression vacant and gone and then Soubi swore out loud.
The one witness, victim and who his boss was most likely going to write as the main suspect for this was Aoyagi Ritsuka, Seimei's younger and only brother.