[hE'S NOT EVEN GOING TO PRETEND OTHERWISE but he tosses his own water bottle at that thoughtfully as he continues to walk around the room in a slow circle]
... I guess it's fine if they just know me from here...
[but he knows that he was way more pathetic before,, it's why takeru gets rights to dunk on him because he dealt with mineo the longest]
But what's that got to do with making my time here easier?
[ it gets tiring being asked about why he doesn't like mineo, or the insistence that they're friends, and a lot of other minor transgressions that make takeru never want to talk to certain people again.
but. ]
Nothing. If you have to think about it, then forget it.
[belatedly add a -san to grace's name. the politeness.
as for that - he just frowns. it'd be easier if takeru told him what to do?]
That's a hard choice.... but if you two can be in here and look out for each other, I might head out since the weird overnight effects in some rooms do seem to be related to what happens when we're knocked out.
.... if you end up not being in here, text me? I'll go with you both.
[he'll get too worried about takeru otherwise. he's rude as hell but that's still his emotional support goblin who provides no actual emotional support]
Knowing Grace, we're more likely to be here than not.
[ and he isn't really sure what to think about mineo hovering.
it's been a pretty unfair exchange so far. it feels like takeru has been attacked again, and again, and mineo is always just there to see it happen. takeru has spent so long making sure that people wouldn't see these cracks, so for this to keep happening?
completely unfair.
there's nothing worse than showing vulnerability when the other party has shown none so far. ]
[ . . . sometimes the only way that you know how to not lose something is to keep it in front of you at all times.
but he at least recognizes that it probably comes off as overprotective. even if he has reason to be worried when people are literally dying and takeru's a noncombatant...]
... I'll trust you then. [to be okay.] I'll head out and get clues if it happens again.
[ We haven’t made any progress with video analysis.
Hey. Enomoto, you look - ….. shit.
Enomoto, have you slept? Eaten? It’s been days, man, just—
Give it up, Enomoto, those guys are probably already dead.
If it’s really Adonis, then we’re probably too late.
Their words echo through your ears as you approach an abandoned warehouse. You hear the apathy in their voices, the mocking. They’ve already given up on ever finding their missing comrades. But you don’t listen. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t stop looking until -
Until the smell of blood hits you as soon as you throw open the door.
The room spills out in front of you. Slumped against the wall, there is one man.
The one you’ve been looking for.
You barely recall protocol - you call your superior, you give an address and nothing more - and you approach the man you admired. Yuuta Fuji. Your idol left to rot in the outskirts of Shinjuku five days after he was killed on video.
You’ve never felt hatred like this before. You’ve never wanted someone dead before. The job is dangerous and sometimes people get hurt but you’ve always been willing to be the person to put your neck on the line for somebody else, even a stranger.
Right now, face to face with the bloody corpse of someone you treasured, all you want is to hurt somebody else the way that you’re hurting now. To take their greatest source of admiration and shoot it down.
A voice (25:18 - 26:14) cuts through after you’ve been standing there for who knows how long. He gives you orders. You know you have to follow them. Set up a perimeter, gather evidence, solve the case like you’ve solved so many before. This is your job.
But as one tear rolls down your cheek without permission, you know something else -
[ - and he's almost dizzy with it, the suddenness. the irony of talking about the inevitability of murder and the memory of mineo finding the corpse of his mentor and friend. it's the juxtaposition of just recalling his own death earlier in the day and - this.
[ it's interesting, because of course takeru knows who that is. it's impossible to not memorize the faces of everyone involved in the cases, from suspect to victim. but it's another thing entirely to actually see it from this side.
takeru isn't personally involved with the cases themselves. it's nothing remotely personal, except for the lifting of a certain law. but even then, it's not the same as this.
[ . . . . the name almost makes mineo flinch even though it's the one he's been chasing after this long. he closes his eyes and he doesn't sit - but he does lean against the wall. his hands are clenched into fists before he realizes it and - he flexes his fingers tentatively if only to keep his nails from digging into his palms.]
.... yeah.
[a tired, aching confirmation even if takeru already knows it.]
I told you that someone I knew was involved in the April and May incidents, right? [and fuji was the only body found on the scene - which mineo discovered.] ... it was Fuji-senpai.
... well it's a pretty sad day for the police if just one guy working for five days straight can do what a team of analysts and investigators can't crack.
[and there's - a sense of spite there, if only for every person who told him to give up. the idea of leaving someone behind doesn't sit right with him. and he crosses his arms if only to have his fingers dig into the fabric of his own sleeves.
there's a sense of self-deprecation too - like he wonders how much they could've moved faster if anyone cared even just a little bit more]
[ it's back to the original dilemma of him being curious, but also not wanting to pry when he's still refusing to say much himself. but why does adonis blame mineo for what happened here...?
[and it takes him a little while longer to respond, as if remembering his spiral afterward. the descent that led him to that dark place he was in when he met takeru in the first place.]
.... I spent a while after working on the case. I couldn't really think of anything else. I didn't even wait for clearance from my supervisor or the rest of Field Ops - I just... did it on my own.
[it's odd - to remember being that passionate and that dedicated to something. even if mineo works hard here, so far it hasn't been personal. it hasn't been done in the name of 'justice' or what's 'right'.
he still doesn't really know what those words mean.]
.... I actually thought I would be able to clear Fuji-senpai's name.
takeru continues to sit at his spot on the couch, quietly watching mineo. their reasoning for being here really is so different, but at the same time, he does understand. the desperation of wanting to set things right, whatever that means to you. the disappointment when the system fails you.
he turns his attention to his water to take another drink. it's mostly so that he won't be obviously looking at the other man. ]
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[hE'S NOT EVEN GOING TO PRETEND OTHERWISE but he tosses his own water bottle at that thoughtfully as he continues to walk around the room in a slow circle]
... I guess it's fine if they just know me from here...
[but he knows that he was way more pathetic before,, it's why takeru gets rights to dunk on him because he dealt with mineo the longest]
But what's that got to do with making my time here easier?
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but. ]
Nothing. If you have to think about it, then forget it.
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Takeru?
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really does not understand at all]
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Nothing. Is there anything else you want to talk about?
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Besides the crazy murder robot being given orders to kill, and how presumably that's still happening?
[ . . . ]
Are you gonna be in here with Grace come Thursday? Do you want me to stay, or go out?
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[ he's not going to shackle mineo to him. ]
I'll talk to her. But I might stay here with her.
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as for that - he just frowns. it'd be easier if takeru told him what to do?]
That's a hard choice.... but if you two can be in here and look out for each other, I might head out since the weird overnight effects in some rooms do seem to be related to what happens when we're knocked out.
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[ even though it was because he was. injured. but. ]
So I'll just go wherever she does.
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So you can be straightforwardly nice....
To other people....
[he didn't need to say it out loud]
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[ he has looped back around to being agitated. ]
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[TAKERU IS SO MEAN TO HIM]
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.... if you end up not being in here, text me? I'll go with you both.
[he'll get too worried about takeru otherwise. he's rude as hell but that's still his emotional support goblin who provides no actual emotional support]
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[ and he isn't really sure what to think about mineo hovering.
it's been a pretty unfair exchange so far. it feels like takeru has been attacked again, and again, and mineo is always just there to see it happen. takeru has spent so long making sure that people wouldn't see these cracks, so for this to keep happening?
completely unfair.
there's nothing worse than showing vulnerability when the other party has shown none so far. ]
I'll manage.
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[ . . . sometimes the only way that you know how to not lose something is to keep it in front of you at all times.
but he at least recognizes that it probably comes off as overprotective. even if he has reason to be worried when people are literally dying and takeru's a noncombatant...]
... I'll trust you then. [to be okay.] I'll head out and get clues if it happens again.
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[ even if the grell case was self-defense, that still leaves another murder that likely was not. ]
You can't be distracted by other people.
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... I won't. I'll be careful, and report back Friday morning.
[and because takeru deserves to see mineo at his fucking worst before his body shows up on friday, it's time for another memory]
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Hey. Enomoto, you look - ….. shit.
Enomoto, have you slept? Eaten? It’s been days, man, just—
Give it up, Enomoto, those guys are probably already dead.
If it’s really Adonis, then we’re probably too late.
Their words echo through your ears as you approach an abandoned warehouse. You hear the apathy in their voices, the mocking. They’ve already given up on ever finding their missing comrades. But you don’t listen. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t stop looking until -
Until the smell of blood hits you as soon as you throw open the door.
The room spills out in front of you. Slumped against the wall, there is one man.
The one you’ve been looking for.
You barely recall protocol - you call your superior, you give an address and nothing more - and you approach the man you admired. Yuuta Fuji. Your idol left to rot in the outskirts of Shinjuku five days after he was killed on video.
You’ve never felt hatred like this before. You’ve never wanted someone dead before. The job is dangerous and sometimes people get hurt but you’ve always been willing to be the person to put your neck on the line for somebody else, even a stranger.
Right now, face to face with the bloody corpse of someone you treasured, all you want is to hurt somebody else the way that you’re hurting now. To take their greatest source of admiration and shoot it down.
A voice (25:18 - 26:14) cuts through after you’ve been standing there for who knows how long. He gives you orders. You know you have to follow them. Set up a perimeter, gather evidence, solve the case like you’ve solved so many before. This is your job.
But as one tear rolls down your cheek without permission, you know something else -
This is personal. ]
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he drops the water bottle he was holding onto.]
.... fuck.
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takeru isn't personally involved with the cases themselves. it's nothing remotely personal, except for the lifting of a certain law. but even then, it's not the same as this.
he doesn't say anything right away. ]
Yuuta Fuji.
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.... yeah.
[a tired, aching confirmation even if takeru already knows it.]
I told you that someone I knew was involved in the April and May incidents, right? [and fuji was the only body found on the scene - which mineo discovered.] ... it was Fuji-senpai.
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he thinks on this new bit of information, and adds it with the other pieces of what he now realizes is a puzzle. ]
And you found him.
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[and there's - a sense of spite there, if only for every person who told him to give up. the idea of leaving someone behind doesn't sit right with him. and he crosses his arms if only to have his fingers dig into the fabric of his own sleeves.
there's a sense of self-deprecation too - like he wonders how much they could've moved faster if anyone cared even just a little bit more]
But someone had to.
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[ it's back to the original dilemma of him being curious, but also not wanting to pry when he's still refusing to say much himself. but why does adonis blame mineo for what happened here...?
it's not something he'll ask yet. ]
Is that why you quit?
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No.
[and it takes him a little while longer to respond, as if remembering his spiral afterward. the descent that led him to that dark place he was in when he met takeru in the first place.]
.... I spent a while after working on the case. I couldn't really think of anything else. I didn't even wait for clearance from my supervisor or the rest of Field Ops - I just... did it on my own.
[it's odd - to remember being that passionate and that dedicated to something. even if mineo works hard here, so far it hasn't been personal. it hasn't been done in the name of 'justice' or what's 'right'.
he still doesn't really know what those words mean.]
.... I actually thought I would be able to clear Fuji-senpai's name.
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takeru continues to sit at his spot on the couch, quietly watching mineo. their reasoning for being here really is so different, but at the same time, he does understand. the desperation of wanting to set things right, whatever that means to you. the disappointment when the system fails you.
he turns his attention to his water to take another drink. it's mostly so that he won't be obviously looking at the other man. ]
And that didn't happen.
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