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The kitten is asleep. Meile is nowhere to be found. Light is too complicated. Mel is probably off with Mail. Mikami is God Knows Where

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[brokendetective]

He'd not exactly been having a great day so far -- infact, that was a hideous overstatement. Not as if he was always in a good mood.

Something -- the smell of chocolate -- had attracted him there, and, being the man he is, makes short work of talking himself into some.

"A pretty girl alone by herself?"

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"Wow, way to be a total creeper."

She glances at him over her shoulder, and turns when she recognizes him. It's more obvious than she thinks that she wants to throw the whole bowl at his head.

"Mello. Cookie?"

[brokendetective]

"It's purely coincidence, I assure you."

Actually, he wouldn't mind if the bowl had hit his head. With any luck it'd knock him out.

"Uh... please?"

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"Help yourself."

They're cooling on wax paper on the counter. She turns to pour the batter into the pans she'd greased in preparation, and adjusts the temperature of the oven. She has to get over this, she has to turn around and talk to him.

"So, have you kidnapped me in your world yet?" Okay, that could have been more diplomatic.

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"...Sorry, who are you again?"

He takes one of the cookies and props it into his mouth, half-expecting the bowl to connect this time.

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"Sayu Yagami."

She pushes her hair out of her face and sets her jaw. She will not look frightened, or ashamed.

[brokendetective]

Ah -- Sayu. He remembers.

"Long time no see." Casually, an uninterested tone in his voice. He picks up another cookie.

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That sends a shudder down her spine.

"I've been talking to Mel, and she said to ask you something."

Her voice is quieter.

[brokendetective]

"What would that be?"

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"Just for some advice. Have you kidnapped me, yet?"

[brokendetective]

"I have."

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"What would I needed to have said, to convince you to not leave me alone with them?"

[brokendetective]

"..."

He sighs a little, a look of annoyance obvious on his face.

"Them?"

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"The thugs."

[brokendetective]

"...Why?"

He's on-edge now, the fear of being left in the dark dawning on him.

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"Because they do things. And Mel says that you're not a terrible person, you're just distracted by the case and not thinking about what happens when you leave- but it happens, and I need to know a way to make you think, or I'm going to have to live through it. Okay?"

Panic is welling up in her chest. What is she even thinking?