Of Badges and Men x 5
Title: Of Badges and Men
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x 5.
Characters/Pairings: Kis-My-Ft2
Author's Notes: K/M/F/Y are detectives, S/2 are the metropolis' barista, and T was the rich kid. Made for crazy_otaku911 because she has been encouraging me to write something on Kisumai since like... forever XD.
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Kitayama narrowed his eyes at the sight before him, bending to get a closer look. There was blood on the white carpet and some on the glossy wooden floor. The body, just inches away from Kitayama, was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of leather shoes.
“What have you got?” Miyata showed up with his legendary notebook, the one with a female character from One Piece on its cover.
“Body is still warm. Looks like he just got back from a fancy party. ID says Tamamori Yuta, 21 years old.”
“Pretty kid. I bet he was popular.”
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“Coffee for you, Detective?” Senga smiled.
“Yes. Two, please,” Kitayama answered.
“Two?” Senga grabbed two cups, turning to the coffee machine. “Lack of sleep?”
“Nope. Just need to get one for him too. Lost a bet at the crime scene earlier on,” Kitayama explained, pointing to Miyata who was staring at the donuts on the display rack.
“Mitsu, I want this~,” Miyata spoke up, poking the glass wall of the display.
“The bet was just coffee.”
“Maybe I should tell Boss that you fell asleep just now. Again,” Miyata mumbled.
“Senga, get me a donut as well,” Kitayama quickly added.
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If there was anything that Fujigaya had been wondering about for a while now, it was how on earth Miyata could walk around with those bright purple sneakers. They were just too purple.
Look at him, munching a donut adorably. His partner, Kitayama, was next to him, drinking his coffee and actually enjoying the conversation he was engaging with Miyata.
Fujigaya swore that if he were to come to work with the boots he just bought (with half-tied laces because it was the trend lately), Yokoo would whack his head with all his might.
He just wanted to look fashionable!
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The life of Tamamori Yuta was glamorous. He had almost all that he needed, and never had to worry much about college or money. Obviously, that had changed the day when he was no longer alive. Life became troublesome when people walked through him just like that and he talked to himself a lot more often than he did when he was still alive.
On the bright side, he now got to follow that adorable detective that had called him pretty on the morning after his death - without anyone noticing. Maybe he’d stay around in that metropolis for a while.
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Nikaido wouldn’t call himself a psychic, but seeing Miyata was like an anomaly. Senga told him that he was being weird, maybe he just wasn’t feeling well. But Nikaido swore each time Miyata came (be it alone or with Kitayama), Nikaido felt an uncomfortable chill crawling on his spine.
He was more convinced when he saw Miyata turning around on his seat, realising that there was no sugar on his table.
“Did you see that!?” he exclaimed. “The sugar just flew to him!”
“See what?” Senga turned to the direction that Nikaido was pointing at. “You need to rest.”
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x 5.
Characters/Pairings: Kis-My-Ft2
Author's Notes: K/M/F/Y are detectives, S/2 are the metropolis' barista, and T was the rich kid. Made for crazy_otaku911 because she has been encouraging me to write something on Kisumai since like... forever XD.
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Kitayama narrowed his eyes at the sight before him, bending to get a closer look. There was blood on the white carpet and some on the glossy wooden floor. The body, just inches away from Kitayama, was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and a pair of leather shoes.
“What have you got?” Miyata showed up with his legendary notebook, the one with a female character from One Piece on its cover.
“Body is still warm. Looks like he just got back from a fancy party. ID says Tamamori Yuta, 21 years old.”
“Pretty kid. I bet he was popular.”
---
“Coffee for you, Detective?” Senga smiled.
“Yes. Two, please,” Kitayama answered.
“Two?” Senga grabbed two cups, turning to the coffee machine. “Lack of sleep?”
“Nope. Just need to get one for him too. Lost a bet at the crime scene earlier on,” Kitayama explained, pointing to Miyata who was staring at the donuts on the display rack.
“Mitsu, I want this~,” Miyata spoke up, poking the glass wall of the display.
“The bet was just coffee.”
“Maybe I should tell Boss that you fell asleep just now. Again,” Miyata mumbled.
“Senga, get me a donut as well,” Kitayama quickly added.
---
If there was anything that Fujigaya had been wondering about for a while now, it was how on earth Miyata could walk around with those bright purple sneakers. They were just too purple.
Look at him, munching a donut adorably. His partner, Kitayama, was next to him, drinking his coffee and actually enjoying the conversation he was engaging with Miyata.
Fujigaya swore that if he were to come to work with the boots he just bought (with half-tied laces because it was the trend lately), Yokoo would whack his head with all his might.
He just wanted to look fashionable!
---
The life of Tamamori Yuta was glamorous. He had almost all that he needed, and never had to worry much about college or money. Obviously, that had changed the day when he was no longer alive. Life became troublesome when people walked through him just like that and he talked to himself a lot more often than he did when he was still alive.
On the bright side, he now got to follow that adorable detective that had called him pretty on the morning after his death - without anyone noticing. Maybe he’d stay around in that metropolis for a while.
---
Nikaido wouldn’t call himself a psychic, but seeing Miyata was like an anomaly. Senga told him that he was being weird, maybe he just wasn’t feeling well. But Nikaido swore each time Miyata came (be it alone or with Kitayama), Nikaido felt an uncomfortable chill crawling on his spine.
He was more convinced when he saw Miyata turning around on his seat, realising that there was no sugar on his table.
“Did you see that!?” he exclaimed. “The sugar just flew to him!”
“See what?” Senga turned to the direction that Nikaido was pointing at. “You need to rest.”