[THREAD] is it ever gonna be enough?

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Who: Yaha [ utterlydevoted] & Sakata [ pejorism ]
Where: Police HQ, Yaha's office.
When: Evening.
Summary: I'd like a word with you, sir.
Rating: PG-13?
Other: Warning: Yaha.

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Watching Yaha fiddle about to pick up the folder, Sakata couldn't help but raise an eyebrow behind his shades. Maybe it was a side effect of being killed and bought, but Yaha's movements looked a little -- odd. Well, whatever. (Not so much a warm welcome as an obligatory one, he thought to himself silently.) Stepping forward to offer the folder a little more within reach, he waited for Yaha to take it before settling back half a step.

And of course, he'd anticipated that question. Had already thought about how he'd answer, before deciding upon something simple enough. "The man's a nuisance, as far as I know, and the case could use more people." His words were smooth, with zero hesitation. (And it would probably be best that Sakata made it look like there was nothing personal invested in this.) "And --"

Though he really couldn't help freezing when he saw a long, snakey -- what the fuck was that thing spring out from behind the desk. Instinctively backing away a step, he watched with limbs tensed and eyes narrowed behind his shade as Yaha slapped it back. His first thought, 'great, my boss is now a fucking freakshow.' Though it was hard to see past his shades, there was still some faint, surprised horror in his features as he stared at the desk. A deep breath in, before he spoke with his voice forced flat and calm: "-- can I ask just what the hell that thing was right now and where it came from?"

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There were so many snide comments he could have made pertaining to the fact that his boss was now essentially a man, dressed like a woman, with multiple cocks. How the hell was he meant to take it seriously? When Yaha looked over, he only gave a half-hearted, wan smile in hopes of changing the subject. He certainly hadn't come to see Yaha just for the purpose of discussing this new -- ability that Yaha had. "I won't tell anyone." The answer was prompt, but not insincere. ('Not like anyone would believe me.') "Don't worry."

Trying not to stare at the desk lest he accidentally see through the desk and get an eyefull of however-many-tentacles Yaha now had, Sakata directed his gaze at the far wall as he waited for Yaha to read through the document. Given his clean track record (ha) so far, there shouldn't have been any problems about transferring him to this case. And so, when Yaha paused, he looked over with brows ever so slightly furrowed.

"-- assumed by a lot of people. The man has a reputation, and reputations don't come out of nowhere." His answer was curt and clipped, and Sakata had to restrain himself from saying anything too personal that would permanently bar him from the case. (He ruined me when I was younger, and I had to kill him. I'll do it again.) Hands folded behind his back, he stood formally at attention, mulling over his words for a brief moment before he continued. "I'm certain I want to be involved. The cases I've been working on so far have been going well, and this one looks like it hasn't gotten any further in a while. I'd like to change that."

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Silence reigned in the room for a moment, and Sakata only watched Yaha linger over Kuwabara's photograph. His sunglasses hid it, but behind the dark lenses, his eyes were narrowed in a hateful glare at the photograph -- at the man in it. And he certainly didn't miss the way that Yaha seemed to linger over the photograph a bit too long, a bit too -- fondly. ('It's just my imagination,' he tried to tell himself -- but as rational a person he was, it was hard to stay calm when it came to the subject of that bastard.) Fists clenched behind his back, he waited in patient silence for Yaha to finally look up from that damned photograph.

Watching Yaha stretch, Sakata gave the papers strewn about the desk a hard stare before answering in a level voice, his words somewhat colder than before despite his attempts to keep himself candid. "-- I've had my eyes on this case for a while, I don't see any reason why I shouldn't be allowed to work on it."

A slow breath in, and he forcefully calmed himself, shoving away and sparking memories of past run-ins with the bastard. Pretending that he was merely a 'passionate, justice-seeking law enforcement officer.' "-- but what you're saying is, as long as I finish any other assignments to my name, I'm free to pursue this one, correct?" One hand rising to brush stray bangs out of his eyes and adjust his shades, he gave a small nod as if asking for confirmation.

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The more he thought about it, something was strange about this situation. There was no logical reason why a volunteer for a certain, unsolved case would be deterred so passionately -- especially not when the other option was the case hunting down -- "The former senator?" It was getting a little hard to keep the incredulous edge out of his voice, now, and Sakata raised an eyebrow. His shades just barely hid his skeptical stare. "With all due respect, I think that's a case better left to the others since the only thing that can be done at the moment is a general sweep to hunt him down, first."

His voice was slowly gaining a sharp edge as he spoke, and he forced himself to stop. (Don't grow personal. Don't get emotional. Don't let yourself show at all.) A pause, before he continued. "I think putting me on a case like that, of all cases, would only be a waste of resources." Forcing himself to stop once more, he shot a brief, hateful glare towards the photograph lying on the table before looking back up to Yaha. His voice forced to sound vaguely respectful. "-- is there any reason why you seem adamant about keeping me from that case?"

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Still standing almost military-ready, Sakata only watched Yaha's hemming and hawing, his expression seemingly impassive -- but eyes narrowed and tracing Yaha's every movement behind the dark sunglasses. Note to self, he told himself silently, keep an eye out for the Captain, not only because of the fact that he is apparently some sort of monster abomination now, but also because he seems like he might be hiding something. (Not that he ever really trusted anyone, period.)

Raising his head slightly as Yaha continued to speak, he dropped the tension in his limbs slightly as he heard what Yaha was saying. Hands unclenching from hard fists, nails no longer digging into his palms -- he normally wasn't that emotional a person, but this was probably the sole issue where he was unabashedly hateful. It was a relief that he wouldn't have to fight Yaha any more to acquire the rights to pursue the issue.

"Understood." The response was immediate and smooth, accompanied by a curt nod. "I'll be sure to take care of any other cases I'm involved in before moving my focus to that one. There's no need for worry." He was back to being all business, looking like absolutely nothing was wrong as he gave a small nod. "Thank you."

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Sakata had been ready enough to leave even without Yaha's little pets thrashing at the desk -- but the sigh of a stapler clattering off the desk as it was scooted forward an inch sure made him glad that this talk was over and done with. Raising an eyebrow at the desk, he gave a small nod as Yaha pulled the desk back. (Note to self: don't get too close to Yaha for a while. Might not be a pleasant experience. -- No. Will definitely not be a pleasant experience.)

And that little comment, he answered only with a barely-forced wan smile. "No thanks. Maybe another time." It was a thoughtless answer that he gave just in order to excuse himself -- hopefully that 'another time' wouldn't be for quite some time, he thought. Giving a salute, he pulled the door open and slipped out as smoothly as possible.