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Takeru Kazami

"Come on, I'm bored. Lets blow someone up."

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a character in “Gunpoint Justice”, as played by FamishedPants

Description

|| Takeru Kazami ||





"What delightful suffering we shall inflict."










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|| Full Name ||
Takeru Kazami

|| Age ||
26

|| Gender ||
Male
|| Sexuality ||
Heterosexual

|| Role ||
Enforcer 2

|| Face Claim ||
Light Yagami (Death Note)


"There ain't no rest for the wicked."



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|| Hair Color ||
Chestnut Brown

|| Eye Color ||
Brown

|| Skin Tone ||
Fair

|| Height ||
5'10"

|| Weight ||
177lbs

|| Appearance ||
Takeru appears as a fairly handsome young man. He has a nice head of medium-lengthed hair that reaches to his ears in the back, but not the front of his head. It is often combed down and does not see any spectacular hairstyles, giving him more than a bland appearance considering his personality, which wholeheartedly contradicts this. His eyes have no problems with his hair, able to be seen clearly on his face, the same color as his hair. They seem to invite you to the man, and can appear warm and calming. One could almost get lost in them.....

Although he is much, much mightier than he seems to be, Takeru has but an average appearance supported by an average build. He has no fine muscular detail, but instead has practical muscles you wouldn't see unless he flexed. Thusly, he does not naturually give off an intimidating air, and this - more often than not - leads one to underestimate his physical abilities. It also further refines his 'normal' look, and adds to his harmless appearance.

Takeru enjoys wearing clothes that would seem more fit for a teacher, or maybe a student. He loves wearing ties and suits, or anything else that covers a vast majority of his body. He dislikes anything that exposes his legs or his arms, even in warmer weather. However, he does not mind being shirtless in public, nor does he care much for any sense of fashion. This must be simply because it is more comfortable for him to wear.






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|| Personality ||
Childish. This one word might be used to describe Takeru, albeit in an extreme sense. Takeru is immature and possibly crazy, never considering the dangers of any of his acts, nor paying attention to anything he deems 'boring', no matter what the importance of the subject is. His definition of fun is 'anything that gets the blood pumping, or keeps ya busy'. For him, this involves violence, explosions and murder. He, much to the dismay of anyone and everyone, would much rather blow something up or kill someone than sit down at a desk and work on taxes or the sort. In a sense, he acts much like a kid who forgot that videogames weren't real, and is simply doing stuff that entertains him.

Takeru will pout and be upset if things don't go his way, but he will also laugh and smile like a little boy if he sees something funny or destructive (Which are basically the same thing to him). He has a very crooked way of keeping himself happy, and he does not care what or who it affects, so long as he's enjoying it. Because of this, he can be called selfish. And he is. While he might not mean to cause anger or sadness, he does not put any effort into adjusting his speech for anyone, and should not be near when sensitive topics are mentioned. His way of speaking is very blunt and to-the-point. If he dislikes something, he'll tell you immediately and truthfully. People who take things to heart probably won't do too well with him.

But as childish and innocently destructive as he may seem, there is something about him that keeps the sharpest of Inspectors on edge near him. Every so often, he hints at cunning and manipulative behaviors. Furthermore, he picks up on things related to the Artist, and seems much more focused when anything about said case is mentioned near him. For most, it is only when the aforementioned murderer is mentioned that his silly little smile twists and turns into something much, much more frightening. Normally childish, many are surprised and shocked that the most scary thing they've ever seen was the glare of absolute hatred and malice that such an 'idiotic' young boy emitted. And somehow, he's able to seem so stupid minutes after. If anything, this might mean that letting your guard down around him or otherwise passing him off as a violent idiot may be a fatal mistake.


"So as not to waste the blood that has already been shed, I will shed more blood."




|| Likes ||
Carnage - Woo! Bodies and blood fascinate the young man so much! He doesn't do anything weird like lick the blood of a dead person or the sort, but if he sees a clean decapitation, don't be surprised if he admires it.

Fun - The absence of boredom. Who doesn't want to have fun anyway? His definition of fun happens to be explosions, murder, and otherwise illegal activities, but.....

Dogs - Man's best friend! Takeru has implied on a few occasions that he had once owned a dog. And boy does he love them! He can't help but talk silly and pet a dog if he sees one, and they tend to let him for whatever reason.

Explosions - Boom! Bang! Explosions are the most magnificent things in the world to Takeru, who appreciates the spectacular display of lights that occur when one dies. Plus, doesn't your heart jump each time one goes off? His does!

Fighting - Say what you want, but shooting someone can be boring, repetitive. Why not beat them up? So much more challenging and fun! Blood gets pumping, and the adrenaline feels so awesome!

Flirting - Oh, how he'd love to meet the woman of his dreams! Yes, that would be lovely! That woman, that beautiful, blonde woman sitting on the bench! Yes, she must be the one! If not her, then the next! If you try one thousand times, you're sure to find someone! Although, it can be depressing sometimes....

Children - If anything besides his hatred for the Artist can get him to thinking about what he's doing, it's children, or something that reminds him of them. He manages not to do anything that he knows would directly affect or harm a child, and he tends to be just a bit more relaxed speaking to them. It might be for this reason that he tends to not be AS harsh on his newest Inspector as his last.

Strawberries - These delicious red fruits will effectively get you anything you could want out of Takeru, were you to bribe him with them. Well, save his background. But otherwise, give him some of these and it would be a lot simpler to get him to be obedient. A must-have for new Inspectors, or ones he hates.

|| Dislikes ||
Rules - Weren't they made to be broken? So many restrictions! If he listened to rules, he wouldn't be a criminal now, would he? Well, he is, and rules would keep him from doing stuff he likes, so he doesn't often follow the important ones - and never the small ones. Discipline does not seem to change his mind on the matter any which way.

Cats - ACHOO! Wooah! Stupid cats! Takeru has a problem with cats, and even hisses back at them. That's on top of being allergic to the point where his eye swells shut if he's near one for too long.

Rejection - Who likes being rejected? Not Takeru! While he may ask at random, it doesn't feel good to hear 'no' every time he asks. He'll be upset. At least if only for a little while.

The Artist - For whatever reason, Takeru tends to turn sour at the mention of his name, and while he doesn't ever show the same courtesy, it'd be best not to ask him about it for the sake of not pissing him off.

History - There are some things better left unsaid, and as far as Takeru is concerned, this is it. He has the same approach towards this subject as he does with the Artist, so don't ask him.


|| Weakness ||
Obedience - Takeru does not typically listen to his Inspector. Pain does not seem to change this much, if at all. He, however, becomes increasingly obedient at certain points and does not explain why.

Immaturiy - Good luck trying to get Takeru to take anything seriously. Well, save the Artist....

Intelligence - Considering Takeru has talked lots and lots about how 'fun' it is to kill someone, he was never really 'caught'. It is not simple to commit crimes and get away, and certainly if he were to actually have done these things, he would have been caught, right? This points to either him lying about it, or being able to cover it up. If he could do that, then he must be really damn intelligent. But then... he does shit that makes people sigh out of frustration. Whether this is an actual weakness or not remains to be seen.

Cats - He can't deal with cats for too long or his allergies will get to him, effectively swelling his eyes shut. Dear god, does he complain about that.....

Strawberries - Exploit this for profit, enough said.


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|| Personal Strengths ||
Tenacity - It.. might not be possible to beat him with normal means. He can take punishment as much as he can deal it, and when he's laughing through each kick, punch, and throw you land on him, it makes him seem invulnerable. It's almost unnatural how he can keep standing much longer than he should after a non-lethal shot hits him. He won't stay down simply because he's in pain.

Resourceful - Maybe a part of his craze, but he can use whatever he has near him as a weapon - if he even needs one - pretty effectively. They do say being a genius and being insane are pretty much the same thing. Just don't count him out until he's out. Oh, and just hand him any weapon and he should do fine. He seems proficient with whatever you give him.

Streetfighting - His fighting style suggests he has had training at one point in his life, but he's unorthodox as well and performs erratic and daring moves as well. If you go into a fight expecting something from him, then you're not exiting it as the victor. But then again, getting into a bare-knuckled fight with someone as resilient as he is to pain is borderline suicidal anyway.

|| Personal Weakness ||
Instability - Takeru is not in the best mental health after the loss of his father. His acting, once superb, is always cracked but a little each time the Artist is mentioned. Whereas he used to be impossible to be seen before, he cannot hide his rage towards the person or subject. One can only think of the disastrous consequences of he and the Artist ever meeting face to face.....

Infighting - He is quite aware of the state that his own, personal group of criminals is in after he lost his dad. He hasn't much time before they get fed up and decide he is not worth any risks, especially in his condition. Besides, his father was most of his influence in the group to begin with, and with him gone, he might not have enough left to make use of them.

|| Usual Psycho-Pass Level||
You'll get used to a high 188 each and every time you scan him.

|| Biography ||
When Takeru entered this Earth, his fate in the criminal underground was set. His parents, both part of a large criminal group his great grandfather started, decided he would be the heir to their own positions, and as such, he grew up much differently than your average civilian boy. It should be mentioned he was not given a relaxed childhood, but one filled with expectations and responsibilities that he had absolutely no saying in whether or not he was taking them up. Takeru had to learn how to read, write, and speak as quickly as possible, so that he may invest those basic skills in the group and actually be worth the food he was given. He had to earn his keep. While he was not physically abused (much), he was most certainly told how useless and pathetic he was whenever he failed, as well as how happy he made his parents whenever he succeeded. Takeru grew up confused and conflicted about his emotions towards his parents, but he grew up believing this is why he was born.

Naturally, muscle was abundant in criminals, so Takeru's mother decided that he would not grow up without a good head on his shoulders, and he was given a unique 'position' for his group, one that would define him as a man. He was chosen to be an 'Inflitrator' who was to use social skills in order to blend in with any given crowd or group and obtain information that his mother and father could use. There is no difference between this and a spy. The training to become such a person was difficult, even for a child who knew not but life as a young, solitary boy. Much of his training involved rigorous studying of a broad range of subjects. Anything from weapons manufacturers to companies that made pencils. Even fast-food joints were covered, and obviously any group they knew were affiliated with criminal acts as well. When he had learned a great many things that most people would certainly think was useless, he moved on to developmental social skills, and within a few years, he could effortlessly talk to anyone with utmost respect, beaming confidence, glooming sorrow, and undying anger. Emotions became task, nothing more. Like a robot, he would often answer, "Yes, ma'am" in a dull monotone when ordered and then he would carry out his job without a single complaint. He was then made to learn how to defend himself, as being incompetent at self-defense in the criminal underworld was something you could not do so long as you wanted to live. This training focused more upon endurance and resilience than it did at actual technique, at least for the first half of it. He was put in a room with a fellow member of his own group and told to fight, even though he had no prior experience. "Smurf" was the nickname people called him for a few days after receiving quite the beating that day. Grueling, inhumane, and taxing to his body, he continued again and again until he did not quite feel the punches and kicks. Much like his emotions, he shut his feeling of pain off, and that's when they decided to move on to technique. He was not taught by some ancient Kung-fu master, but a man who grew up fighting for scraps on the streets who happened to be a boxer at one point. He learned motions for punching, blocking and swaying, and this would be enough to get him through a fight. Most people neglected close-range combat anyway, so if he were to get that close to someone, it was probably over to begin with.

In comparison to his emotional and physical training, learning how to wield a weapon was relatively easy. He was shown the basics of holding and handling a gun, as well as what weapons used what ammo. As far as his experiences go, learning about grenades was probably the most 'fun' he had ever had, and he can remember every time he pulled that pin, his heart started beating at a rapid pace, his blood pumped through his veins swiftly, and he couldn't help but smile - one of the rare times he ever did actually feel a real emotion since after his pysch-training. When he was entirely done with any sort of training, he was nearly a grown man, at the age of 17.

Even though Takeru's whole life led up to this point, he was still nervous when he was told to infiltrate a front for a drug-smuggling operation. Who could blame him though? His whole life up to this point was just 'training' in a sense, and although he could shoot somebody or break their neck, he had never actually committed such crimes before. Even so, he listened and did as he was told with a "Yes, ma'am" and slowly wormed his way into the workings of the corporation, past the guise of a normal shipping company and into the drugs. It tooks a few months, but eventually he was talking and helping some people who directly reported to Shirogane Matsuda, the CEO and head of the organization. Takeru did meaningless tasks for them. Sometimes, he would drive a man to a location with little to no details besides the destination. This was probably his most common job during this mission. Other times, he was asked to go to a certain location, pick up a certain vehicle, and drive it somewhere else. This continued on and on for a while, until Shirogane himself decided to talk to him.

"Ah, I am glad to see such productive youths in this day and age!" was among one of the first things Takeru heard from the man. During his entire stay in Matsuda's office, he did not move his lips, but he had the biggest smile on the inside. For, you see, that was what he wanted to come off as - some new, aspiring criminal boy. They would assume he was a clean slate, fresh, and easily manipulated, and as long as they did, he would secretly use them as they believed they were using him. Unaware of who he really was, and who he worked with, they assisted Takeru's mother and father by giving their son many details, including how they got their product and where it would be delivered. However, for the longest time, this information was never used. In fact, Takeru felt like he was doing Matsuda a favor, and not his parents. After all, he spent two years with them before the first and only move was made.

Takeru's presence was called by his very own mother, whom he hadn't gotten the chance to see since he had initially gotten deeply involved with this company. For some reason, he felt relief and happiness when he met up with her, but knowing she'd be disappointed and possibly angry with him if he could not hide his emotions, he never let it reach his surface. His mother, when they met up, gave him a simple task: Kill Matsuda Shirogane at a specific time, and any witnesses of the act. Then return to his old 'home'. When the time came, Shirogane was smiling. He was so happy that his 'company' was thriving and successful, and he even complimented Takeru for his hard work.

Nobody says you have to die scared, sad, or alone.

Takeru completed the mission without much difficulty, this event marking the beginning of his casual relationship with corporate espionage and death. He learned that, to reduce friendly losses, Matsuda's death was to create confusion and chaos within the group, while they made an assault on a rather large shipment of drugs, and like Takeru, that side of the operation performed flawlessly, securing a big strike against Shirogane's group and killing the man himself. Not too long after, the corporation fell apart, and he supposedly' died' in order to cover his trail.

His missions would consist of similar things, and when he finished his job, it was as if he was never there to begin with. In absolutely no cases did he ever leave people who knew him while he was there alive. They were all either killed in 'accidents' or perhaps during the initial confusion (By him, if they made a move on the places he was assigned to spy on). His life would be summed up by the numerous places that made the mistake of trusting him, but the older he got, the harder it became for his words to not sound right, for him to not seem to be trustworthy. His tongue was of the devil, and he was doing the devil's deeds. 24 years of his life was dedicated to helping his father. Almost all of his life, every last second, was to be useful enough to prove he was worthy for the right to claim his father's spot when he passed on. Many people died to help him reach this spot, including the very people who taught him to punch, kick, and shoot. Takeru was, of course, supposed to burst onto the scene only when he was to take over. He did not exactly exist to anyone but his mother and father, in order to make things go smoothly, like they always did.

But every good thing must come to an end. Under the guise of new possibilities, the worst day of Takeru's life approached him. Sometime after his 25th birthday, Takeru was called in by his father. This was very strange. He never really saw his mother much even when she gave him things to do. His father? He almost forgot what the man looked like. Takeru met up with him as quick as possible, expecting nothing. So, when he was immediately embraced by the old man who had never shown any real fatherly emotions towards him, he was unsure what he should be thinking.

"I've done it! Years of work, damned hard work, and I've done it!" he nearly shouted, almost excited as a little boy. Well, a normal little boy.... "You, my son, have made this old man so proud!" he pushed Takeru back to arms length, smiling as he held out his arm. The silver bracelet displayed something Takeru did not quite comprehend initially, but his father explained. "Nothing anybody else will ever do can top this, and it is all because of you, my boy. You have ensured our place in history, and as the soon-to-be greatest criminal group this world has ever seen!"

He recalls upon this night frequently, as it was the first and only time he really saw his father in a happy mood. He remembers his initial shock when he learned that every single job he has ever done since after murdering Shirogane has led up to this moment. These weren't just moves to upset his enemies, they were moves to acquire the funds, items, and intel to develop a virus that could disrupt the Sybil System, if only for a little while. Takeru never exactly figured out WHY his father wanted to, but he knew that the damage caused by doing so could be grand. He also knows... someone else did too. He remembers two weeks after being called in by his father, when everything in his life nearly crumbled before him.

Something's strange... Why is he not answering? I've knocked countless times.

My hand moves down to the doorknob to my father's office and I twist open the door. With a gentle push, it slides open and I immediately cover my nose. Death. Yes, that's the stench. It permeates the air can nearly gags me as I'm caught off-guard. Did father kill someone in here? I wonder. I can't imagine anyone being idiotic enough to disobey him, but maybe they said something stupid. Good thing the only people I know are mother and father, so I shouldn't have to worry about who dies from pissing dad off.

I take one step into the room, the smell thickens.

...

What?

I can't believe my eyes.

....Mother....

I rush into the room, forgetting everything else. Mom's the only thing important now. Why? Why? What happened? Who did this? Father didn't.... no, he didn't.... impossible!

Mother sits on a table, her hands striking various poses, much like a statue. This would have maybe caused me to chuckle - after all, mom and dad have been a lot nicer to me lately. They even seemed to smile and laugh themselves - but it's her skin. She's pale. Much too pale, and her eyes aren't showing any signs of life. I know she's dead, I do. I've seen many dead bodies, more than I can count, but I just can't believe it. What is going on?!

"Mother!" I cry out, afraid to touch her as if she might crumble into pieces if I did. Why is she like this?! I can't simply deduce what happened here, and I'm not sure if I'm just not able to think rationally, or if it is the situation itself. She's in a pose, but dead. I just can't figure out why, or who did this! But now that I think about it, I came to see Father.....

And just then, I catch it. It hangs just in the corner of my peripheral vision, and I hadn't noticed it until now because I've been looking at Mother.

In a position similar to the 'The Thinker', I find my father.

.....No.......NO!

He's dead?! No!No!No! He can't be!

I drop to my knees instead of running to his side, as I realize, mentally, that it is futile. I know he wouldn't break or anything, but I can't disturb him either. I just... I sob. I lose it. I've learned what real relationships between mother, father, and son are, and I know what we had was not even half as meaningful or decent as that. I know I was frightened as a small child of both of them, worrying that they'd figure I was worth nothing and I did not want to be exposed of. I know up until recently, I had never seen either of them smile but.....

It doesn't matter.

The only two people I loved, liked, or who could acknowledge my existence without being murdered... they're gone now.

The rest is just a blur....

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...

I myself think this is stupid. He was really smart, knew how to keep these men busy, and even kept us profiting for so long, but what does this mean? I still can't figure out. Why the hell am I supposed to be married before I take over?! We're still trying to pick up these damn pieces after you die, and the only mentionable thing you leave in your will is for me, your surprise son, to get married?! Tamase can keep us going for a while, but if I wait too long, well... whose to say that they'll even listen to your will? Wouldn't they much rather listen to someone they know, rather than this man who just popped out of nowhere, claiming to be your child? I guess you weren't planning on dying just yet... yeah, that makes sense. You would've changed that if you knew you weren't longed for this world. Father... I'll see to it that you are avenged, and that this 'company' our family started thrives. Just you watch.

Now then....


"I'm here to turn myself in, kay?"





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"Even if everyone else has pain in their hearts, I have but the smallest amount of time - time wasted on anyone but myself. I will make him atone for what he has done, whether or not it results in the same happening to myself. Because if I don't, who will?"

So begins...

Takeru Kazami's Story

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Character Portrait: Seiren Torai Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami Character Portrait: Tera Reed Character Portrait: Sakiko Uenomi Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai Character Portrait: Geoffrey Allan
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Time: 8:30 AM
All Inspectors and enforcers will be going to their office since its a new day at work! The Artist is still at large, and they are currently after one of the murderers that works for him. [view case files for name]

Also, its Inspector 2's second week here at the HQ.

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Inspector/Enforcer 1 & 2 share the office.
Inspector/Enforcer 3 & 4 share the office.

Note* that even if they are apart, this group works altogether and will converge later on.

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Waking up early was something Takeru was long-accustomed to, given his 'spy' lifestyle he had been living. In fact, he had to adjust his schedules on many different occasions for many different reasons, so falling into a constant 8:00AM routine was somewhat of a relief to the young man. While he could easily wake up as early as he had to, he felt it would not appear very 'criminal-like' to be right on time, so thusly, he decided to set his clock to about 8:20, so that it seemed like he got up much slower than he actually did.

As the cacophonous noise of the alarm rang out, nearly giving him a headache, he slowly pushed himself to get out of bed. Even though he was used to it, beds were always the most allouring when you were supposed to leave them. He swung his feet to the side of the bed, sat himself up, and waited for a few seconds. Getting up too quickly made your head rush. Another day, another act. This was his motto and his way of life. Living life with multiple established personalities... it was not the easiest thing in the world. He oftentimes questioned if he had a real self, or if his character in its entirety was fabricated. Nobody alive knew what he was really like, so he thought this was a definite possibility. Maybe, in reality, there was no Takeru Kazami. Maybe he had fooled himself into believing things like that after being undercover for so long. He couldn't deny this. But... there wasn't exactly evidence of this either. After all, Kyousuke Kazami had died, and he most certainly led a group of criminals along with his wife, Sumika Kazami. Furthermore, he left a will stating that Takeru Kazami must be married before he can establish himself as head of the 'corporation', so obviously there is a Takeru Kazami.

Yes.... he's just scaring himself.

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Takeru had done what most other people did immediately after awaking: he tidied up. His teeth were brushed, his body washed, his food devoured, and his clothes put on. When he had finished, he left for the HQ. In actuality, this all took about seven minutes. He was quick to get these things done, and although he certainly wanted to enjoy the hot water running on his body in the shower, he couldn't be too late or he'd possibly miss something. But such swiftness in the morning was only possible because he woke up quickly. Doing work for many different people had made him this way, so you could say there were other bonuses to working as a 'spy'.

He stepped outside of his room wearing a far different look than before. His movements were... slightly erratic, and he did not appear to be meeting with police, or people like them. In fact, with the air he gave off, one might think he was entering an asylum. Given the odd, innocent (but not really) smile on his face, it was possible. People who were originally disturbed by his demeanor allowed him through, knowing who and what he was, after he showed them the required ID. His destination was, of course, to meet with 'Mr.Stick-UHA-kun', an inside (not really) nickname he gave to Inspector Itsuya. Considering how much 'Takeru' complained that Hayato had a piece of wood up his rectum, many accurately guessed what the extra characters stood for. Among him, there should have been his own Inspector, and that woman who used to be one, but was now an Enforcer like Takeru himself. An odd bunch they were. He imagined other people in the building giving their group special attention within their gossip circle, for they were among the most.... 'unique' groups of Inspector/Enforcers there were.

Takeru briefly wondered if it would be in character to hurt others for teasing him.

"Be careful next time."

As the Enforcer waltzed into the office without regard for any tact whatsoever, he picked up the last line of whatever conversation Inspect Itsyua and Enforcer Torai were having beforehand. Something happen, I wonder? Probably nothing important. Takeru figured they bumped into each other, or she gave herself a papercut. He had rational, normal thoughts about the situation, but he also picked up that Itsuya acted a bit odd when he thought he was alone with Torai. Character, is what it was. If it were anyone else, he might've told them off, and been angry...er. He didn't seem baby-butt soft, but he did seem softer than usual just then. This further reinforced some theories about the two of them that Takeru had, but more information would be needed before Takeru could make any assumptions.

Anyway, while Takeru made normal guesses as to what had just happened, 'Takeru' had the exact opposite thought process. As such, when he entered, he entered saying, "I'm more ashamed of you, Stick-kun! You should always wrap it before you tap it!" he claimed in a rather inconsiderate voice and also letting everyone else in the building around him know he was there.

In the surrounding rooms, many un-named Inspectors and Enforcers alike sighed.

"I do enjoy my explosions, but those kind are.... " he pinched his nose and made a strange face similar to what a child did when he smelled something awful. "Just keep that kinda talk to yourself, please."

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Sakiko woke up to a very odd morning, starting with her falling off her bed. From there, it went to using her brother's toothbrush, and then to forgetting to eat as she was on her way to her new job; being an inspector. Honestly though, there was no special reason for why she wanted, and somehow, became an inspector, 'Dad did it, so I will too.' Is what she told herself while heading to the building, deciding to walk rather than take any type of car or vehicle.

She glanced down at the map she had in her hands. Even though it was her second week on the job, she still had her troubles trying to get there and making her way to her office, "W-Which way again?" She asked herself, still feeling very anxious to go to her work since she didn't blend in, at all.

Saki wasn't like the others who worked there. She was most definitely not a criminal, she wasn't serious, and she hardly even looked like an adult. This always brought her down when she thought of it, but she decided not to pay any attention to it. After all, she wouldn't let things get to her that easily. She had to be tougher than her appearance to take on the job she currently does.

But still, she wasn't exactly 'Inspector material.' Her clumsiness proved this, and she often tripped and dropped things if she wasn't chasing a criminal down. Still, Saki did have her good and bad qualities, both as a regular woman and as an inspector.

After finally arriving at the right building, she then had to find out which floor, and which room. She knew she wasn't alone with her enforcer, but there would also be another pair with them. Saki didn't mind more people, but she did get insanely nervous around them since they were all over five years older than her. Was she really that young? Apparently so.

After finally finding an elevator to get to the right floor, she studied the map, but couldn't see well, so first, she began to clean her glasses and did it quickly since more people began to pour into the elevator, making her feel uncomfortable since she was slightly claustrophobic. But she took this time to study her map and instructions to her room with the others; her enforcer, Takeru, and the other duo, Seiren and Hayato.

Once she finally got off the elevator, after waiting for the other people to get off on their stop, she arrived on the right floor. Well, she thought and hoped she did, but Saki confirmed this after asking someone else for directions, and pointed her in the right way, "T-Thank you!" She stuttered, again, and ran off.

Saki started in a dash for her office, checking the time on her phone every now and then, nearly bumping into a few other workers along the way, 'Nice going for making a first impression...' She pouted to herself, yet continued her sprint anyways.

Lucky her. She wasn't as late as she expected, "G-Good morning!" Saki announced to the three after arriving at her office. She yelled it a little loudly, even though she was out of breath, but perhaps that was just because she was nervous, as she always was.

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That moment of weakness vanished as soon as it appeared.. thankfully. However, while she escaped unscathed from the events, the coffee pot had a worse fate. Seiren could only just stand and merely frown at the mess she created, a blur of black and white briefly distracting her attention. Before a retort or a mew of protest could have been uttered, Hayato was at her side with a new set of demands, demands of which concerned her well being. "Dammit! Are you alri-" began his words, his own tongue inflicting their demise. Opening her own mouth to respond, the Enforcer was about to reassure him that she was completely safe before closing it once more at the slew of hushed curses that reached her ears. With a frown taking up residency once more, her mind begun it’s battle on whether or not she should assist her Inspector in the tedious task of shard-picking...that is, before her inner voice whispered to her, swiftly putting an end to the debate. You’ve caused enough trouble..just let him do his thing and be done with it.

Within a matter of moments, the carpet was freed from the glass splinters and Hayato was back at his computer, the room relapsing back into a moment of stifling silence. "Be careful next time." floated out his hidden mutter, that twinge of apathy coloring it once more. With a small huff, Seiren merely glanced back down at her clenching fists before unclenching them, a habit she developed when struck with uncertainty or agitation, her own reply coming out just slightly frosty. ”Yeah, alright… Though it’s not like I did it intentionally...Can’t really control it..” It’s not my fault those headaches randomly appear, you know.. mused those stone-laced thoughts, that frown deepening to one side. It was then he waltzed into the office, a slightly idiotic smile plastered onto his face.

"I'm more ashamed of you, Stick-kun! You should always wrap it before you tap it!" came Takeru’s childish declaration, apparently alerting everyone of his presence..as if the sliding door wasn’t enough. With a soft sigh, Seiren replaced that frown with a half-smirk, those crimson orbs now gleaming with amusement. Opening her mouth to greet the new person, such intentions were ruined with the continuation of his speech. "I do enjoy my explosions, but those kind are.... Just keep that kinda talk to yourself, please." Quirking an eyebrow at his childish accusations and expression, distaste quickly stamped its appearance onto Seiren’s features...perhaps mostly likely due to the lack of knowledge she possessed in figuring out what he was referring to. With a shake of her head, the reprimandation came softly, masked by the sigh that followed. ”Takeru…….. you should keep such comments to yourself. Especially so early in the morning..you are disturbing everyone.” Sending a quick glance over at Hayato, the ex-Inspector retrained her gaze back onto the rambunctious young man, a guarded smile tossed his way. ”Late, aren’t you? What..not excited to meet your new Inspector?” sang out her joking tone, teasing quite blatant in the words.

Before she had time to even blink, the door flew open once more to reveal a girl of small stature and clothes a size too big.. yet, one thing instantly stood out to Seiren...and lets just say she hated it. S..she’s actually taller... than me!? fumed her outraged thoughts, disbelief more or less causing such a reaction versus anger. Keeping that gaze on the newbie, a slight frown placed itself onto her mouth as the young women went through the formalities.

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”Takeru…….. you should keep such comments to yourself. Especially so early in the morning..you are disturbing everyone.” Seiren sighed. She had probably just figured he wasn't ever going to listen, and putting any effort into her words was meaningless. He'd have to say it was a smart move.

"They need to wake up anyway. Too much sleep makes you sleepy, and sleepy people are boring people." Takeru explained as he took his a step away from the door he had just entered through.

”Late, aren’t you? What..not excited to meet your new Inspector?” she asked. He felt like it was teasing. Well, 'Takeru' did.

The young man shook his head in disagreement. "No, quite the opposite. I'm hoping my new one won't be as boring as the last. After all, that man's most exciting moment in life was probably the end of that, and it was laughable at best how he died. Could've gone out in a much more spectacular way but.... nope. Boring, just like him. If there's any chance of having someone not BORING-" he shot a glance at Hayato, then returned it to Seiren as he continued. "- then I'll be glad or maybe even excited!"

Ah yes, I think her name was Sakiko? All I heard was that she was a new recruit, which makes me question what they were thinking. I know I have a pretty high level, so they pass me on to someone who is inexperienced? Maybe they think their guns keep them safe. My last Inspector learned that lesson the hard way, and now I might have to look over this person to make sure they're not killed. Wouldn't want to keep switching people. Harder to manipulate people within a shorter timespan, after all.

Takeru was about to take a seat when suddenly....

"G-Good morning!" came a small but loud voice, causing Takeru to change his attention to the cause.

G-good morning? Someone spray her with something, the stench of nervousness makes me puke! I really hope I don't need backup anytime ever. I don't think she'll be much help.... Ah, but I should greet her.

"Hola! How are you? You must be.... " he paused, as if to think. After an awkward amount of time, he continued. "Sa-chan! I've been waiting for you, you know. Been here forever, ask these guys. Well, nevermind, don't ask them. Instead, what is your favorite food? Is it bananas? Don't answer that, I'd hate to know. Instead, I'll introduce myself. I am Takeru Kazami, but you can call me." he shot the young woman a wink but then continued on immediately. "I just noticed something.... " Takeru's glance quickly shot to Seiren, then back to Sakiko. This process repeated.... five times.

"You're taller than her." he smiled. "But it is definitely not a problem. She gets by with her impediment with ease. Don't bring it up though or she'll get madder than a midget with a yo-yo, and you don't want that." this felt like a good amount of rambling to Takeru. He couldn't think of anymore gibberish to spit out, and honestly, he was even annoyed at himself. Plus, he could tell someone was self-conscious about their height just by body language. He wouldn't be surprised if that's the first thing Seiren noticed about his new Inspector.

He might've been in deep water, too.

Oh well, burning bridges narrows choices.

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Hayato surprisingly was able to stop the urge to smack the newcomer. The enforcer who had walked in was a constant annoyance to his side, and he could never get used to his stupid ways or that retarded nickname he had given him. It worse then the other white haired inspector stupidity...or just about the same.

Like most inspectors, he ignored the comments that came out of the enforcer's mouth. It was never really important, and half the time...like now for instance. He had just decided to ignore the comment, as he continued to go through the history of the cameras and other case files. It was just annoying he had to deal with this alone. Where was the new girl...Uenomi right? He held back a sigh, as he took a glance toward the man. He could never fathom on how he had such a high psycho-pass yet acted like a little brat...which was only one of the reasons why he didn't trust him.

Though, that enforcer's talking was countered by Seiren, much to his relief. He didn't feel like arguing today.

A beeping from the holographic wall brought his attention back to the screen. Clicking on view, the camera brought up a video surveillance of a motel called "Hagekure." He zoomed in, to see a hooded figure turning slightly to see his full face tahnkfully. Clicking pause, the video stopped, and he zoomed in. More buttons pushed, facial recognition activated, and confirmed the match was at least 87%...good enough to check out. The video said it was 3:47 AM today.

Did that mean another body was in the possession of that screwed up bastard? A frown entered his features, as he scowled slightly at the screen. It was also possible that it wasn't him, or he'll be gone for that matter.

It didn't matter, though a loud voice rang out of nowhere. He winced a bit, as the voice echoed, the scowling deepening further, as he looked toward the new comer. There was the new inspector. He sighed, before just saying a single phrase.

"Your late."

With that said, he clicked on a button, and the holographic wall quickly lit up, and he sent it to the other inspectors. It was a lead, so he'd have to go over it with them later when they met up. With that done, he turned to Seiren.

"Torai, Get some security drones around the Hagekure Motel. Geru might be there right now." He said coolly, and quickly before turning toward the new inspector.

"You, come with me." He said curtly, before turning and walking out of the office. He did slowdown his pace a bit, just so the girl could follow.




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ImageThis time he was able to hear footsteps before the quiet inspector made an appearance. Usually, he would say at least a word of greeting and he'd jump out of surprise...he should attach a bell to him or something...like a cat... but it seemed like today, he was actually paying attention, focusing on the quiet footsteps that signaled the other's arrival.

Shouichi shot him a grin, and responded back happily. "Morning Geo-kun! Having a nice day so far?" He asked, the childish grin never leaving his face. Shouichi had made it a habit of at least trying to get that quiet introvert to talk to him, more and more everyday. He'd like to think it was slowly working.

Though before the other man could respond, the door opening, revealing the dark hair enforcer. He laughed a bit at her question when she walked in, before waving at her with his hand up.

"I missed you Tete-chan! Good morning!" The stupid looking grin never leaving his face as he spoke. It was a common thing for her to come in like that, so he had gotten used to it. Even the "kid" nickname didn't bother him at all...well it never did in the first place, but it was a weird name.

He was at least a year older then the woman.

Though, he did hear the question that she asked the other inspector, and he sighed. It was really hard to be in the room with two smokers. He didn't want lung cancer. Luckily Mako-chan didn't smoke. Speaking of which, where was she?

"Tete-chan? Geo-kun? Don't smoke in here! The stench always stays in here." he asked, putting his hands together in a begging form of sort. Though that easy going grin was still on his face.

Though while he faced away from his computer, it let out a short light beep, to show new mail had come in.

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"Your late." The one with silver hair said.

"I-Im sorry..." Was all she could make out quietly, nervous about talking to older people. Up next spoke the brown haired man afterwards.

"Hola! How are you? You must be...."

"M-My name is-" Sakiko began, about to say her name but her stuttering took up far too much of her time, so she was unable to finish. But the brown haired man seemed to have already known her name.

"Sa-chan!"

"Yes!" Saki said, as if she was reporting in for something. She had been so anxious and so stiff, since it was her first job ever, that she didn't even know how to talk casually anymore.

"I've been waiting for you, you know. Been here forever, ask these guys. Well, nevermind, don't ask them. Instead, what is your favorite food? Is it bananas? Don't answer that, I'd hate to know. Instead, I'll introduce myself. I am Takeru Kazami, but you can call me."

"S-Sorry for being late... I got lost here along the way." She said while rubbing the back of her neck, only the tips of her finger reaching her neck since the rest of her hand was covered in the oversized wool jacket she wore, "My... favorite food?" She wondered, not knowing why someone would ask her that, but she responded by saying, "A-Anything sweet, I guess... And nice to meet you, Mr. Kazami!" She said, bowing very respectfully and politely.

Various thoughts ran through her head, 'T-These people are all years older than me... They must think I'm just a child!' She thought, frightened of the fact that she'd be looked down upon.

"I just noticed something.... "

Saki saw Takeru's eyes shift from her, to the woman slightly shorter than her, and then back to her as he said, "You're taller than her."

"R-Really?" Saki asked, accidentally letting a bit of an excite tone hint at her voice. She couldn't help it. Saki was always being called short and was always presumed to be a teenager, even a child at some points, even though she was already 21 years of age. When she was taller than someone, anyone really, it made her a bit more confident and happy, but she struggled not to show the smile on her face, despite the other woman's surprised looking face.

"But it is definitely not a problem. She gets by with her impediment with ease. Don't bring it up though or she'll get madder than a midget with a yo-yo, and you don't want that."

Saki glanced at him for a moment, 'Did he recognize the mistake he just made?' She asked herself as her eyes shifted back to the other woman, sure that she would lash out at him or something of the sort. But, just as he said, she said nothing of it and just nodded with a smile.

"Torai, Get some security drones around the Hagekure Motel. Geru might be there right now." Saki all of a sudden heard Hayato say, making her jump a bit from a different voice coming out of no where, but trying her best not to show it too much. If she was going to prove she wasn't as flimsy as she looked, she'd have to begin with first impressions. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't going too well.

"You, come with me." Hayato told Sakiko as he walked out of the office. Saki immediately followed, no complaints, no words. His pace wasn't too fast, so she didn't struggle to try and keep up, but it did make her wonder exactly where he was taking her.

'Maybe it's like a thing they do for newcomers?' She hoped. At least, she hoped it wasn't anything bad that she got herself in trouble with. Deciding to take her chances, she said in a quiet, squeaky and small voice, "U-Um... where are we going, sir?" She quickly added in the sir, just for respect as she usually would.

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Seiren slid her narrowed orbs to land on the other Enforcer, annoyance clearly stamped onto her fine features at his heedless comment. Exhaling a soft sigh and retraining her attention to the new figure and Hayato, the woman shifted to cross her arms over her chest as he barked out orders, his tone never once wavering from the frosty appeal. As her Inspector turned and left the room, Seiren hissed out softly, distaste lacing each syllable.Aye aye, captain.. Whatever you say." With that added infliction of sarcasm on captain, the woman gave another sigh before flickering her gaze back onto Takeru with a half-hearted smile replacing that scowl. "Looks like we were hung out to dry again, huh? Sucks...they get to waltz off and all.." mused her metacognitive voice, a slight hint of disappointment giving life to the words.

With an under-the-breath chortle, Seiren waltzed her way over to Mr. Grumpy Jackass's computer before glancing back over at Takeru with a sly grin. Sliding with grace into the plush leather chair, crimson eyes narrowed on the screen in front of her, the woman took a moment of pause to crack her knuckles before giving a roll of her shoulders. "Hey Takeru.. have you ever been allowed to work on these computers?" rang out her casual question, a soft silence falling over the room. However, that peace lasted for a mere second before the tapping of keys shattered it, the pace of the sound almost unearthly in speed. Keeping her eyes glued to the holographic screen in front of her, Seiren bite her bottom lip in concentration as new windows and "success" messages appeared before vanishing... in all honesty, the speed and accuracy that Seiren was moving in was almost inhumanely robotic. Before even ten minutes passed, the security drones were well on their way to their designated spot.

With a tired sigh, the ex-Inspector finally allowed her fingers to rest for a minute, her mutter coming out without really addressing anyone. "You know..when I was an Inspector, I was always assigned the computer work.. Maybe it's because I type rather fast or-" Seiren's words were cut short as something caught her attention; a file labelled "RESTRICTED", her stature immediately going rigid at it's appearance. With a slight frown painting it's way on her lips, the Enforcer absentmindedly moved to click on it. Instantly, files upon files of an Inspector being demoted to Enforcer flew to the center of the screen, the sight of the miserable-looking man ringing a bell within her. Is that....? Hayato's.....dad?! rang out the surprised inner voice, her hand swiftly moving to click out of it. Sending a nervous glance over at Takeru, the woman gave a slight swallow before getting back out of the chair. "Well..that was easy.. so, what do you want to do now?"

With one last glance over at the blank computer screen, Seiren exhaled once more before crossing to the couch and flopping down on it. Hayato..I wonder.. why does he still have those..? mused her confused thoughts, a frown appearing once more. With another glance sent his way, Seiren thoughtfully chewed at her bottom lip before venturing. "So.........you can fight right..? Wanna practice..seeing as they just left us here.."

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Both Inspectors seemed to disappear rather quickly, with Takeru's own, new Inspector giving him feeble excuses for replies and further reinforcing his doubts as to whether or not she should actually be here. However, he felt she might be able to be tricked or intimidated into 'accidentally relieving valuable classified information' if she had any in her mind whatsoever, so he figured she wouldn't be just dead weight in that regard. He could at least get something out of her. But that would be for a later time, for now it was simply just Takeru and Seiren, the woman he had probably pissed off but a few minutes ago.

His fellow Enforcer complained with a juicy amount of sarcasm before beginning to work on her task, which involved computers. But before she got to far, possibly due to boredom or annoyance, she addressed Takeru. "Hey Takeru.. have you ever been allowed to work on these computers?" she asked him. He gave it a couple of seconds before replying in a somewhat docile tone.

"Never. But I think they figure I'm no good with computers anyway." he answered. It was more probable that they just didn't trust him enough to let him near the computers. While most may be password-protected and/or encrypted anyways. Guess the phrase, 'You can never be too safe.' applies here. But it's still likely they just think he's an idiot who couldn't use computers if he tried. Great way to underestimate someone, but that just meant that his guise is working like a charm.

Since standing in the middle of the room felt somewhat awkward, Takeru walked towards the nearest chair and sat himself down, resting his elbows on his legs and relaxing his chin on his fingers. But, as he remembered how similar a pose this was to the Thinker, he sat up straight and tried to forget about it. Damn... he's even got me unable to relax now.... It pained him to think about his dead parents. They were just beginning to seem like what everyone else talked about too. And that.... that thing took them away from him, all for something he should have had no information on. That thing was top-secret! Fuck, even the government couldn't know about it! Well, considering what that was.... if they knew about it his entire gang would be dead by now. That's why he was confident it wasn't someone here.

Takeru exhaled lightly. Seiren was working on the computer, so he had nothing to do but muse. Even he himself had already had enough of the foolish bantering that he was doing earlier, and if he could settle down while he had the chance, that'd be lovely. Takeru tried remembering something about his true past, something he could call a 'fond memory'. He wanted to think back and enjoy things, not anger himself. He was all alone here and he had been alone his whole life, so maybe that had been why he was so devastated when his parents died immediately after seeming like people who cared. It was nobody's fault but his own that he had betrayed any 'friends' he had ever had, but that still didn't mean he never wanted something like that. But fate decreed it impossible for him to live a life like others. He had work to do, and if he died after accomplishing it, then he couldn't complain.

"....you want to do now?"

He almost didn't register the fact that he was being spoken to, and that was unlike the ruse he was supposed to be keeping up. 'Takeru' would have been complaining about boredom or playing tricks on Seiren if he were bored, not thinking about things. 'Takeru' didn't think much after all. Too many more slip-ups and someone might break through the wall he set up. Not a good thing at all.

"So.........you can fight right..? Wanna practice..seeing as they just left us here.."

Fight? I hope she knows what she's getting into. Does she even know how to? I'm pretty sure Inspectors are typically wimps when it comes to hand-to-hand, which is what I'm assuming she's talking about. If so, this is a dumb idea on her part, and I don't particularly like beating women up for no reason other than a whim.

Takeru raised in eyebrow in surprise. "You want to spar?" in disbelief. He honestly didn't peg her for the type. "Are you sure you can? I hope you're not talking about a verbal argument..."

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Takeru..is acting kind of odd.. assessed her inner thoughts, a wary tone giving a breath of life to them. After all, under normal circumstances, he would have gone about relentlessly teasing her or made some remark, some expression, to show how much he truly needed a form of entertainment at all times otherwise he would "die". With a soft hum, a trademark of hers to show she was in deep thought, Seiren latched her scrutinizing gaze onto Takeru as the man stole a few seconds to process what she had said.

"You want to spar? Are you sure you can? I hope you're not talking about a verbal argument..." came his reply, disbelief and shock colouring their edges. Instinctively, her orbs narrowed into cat-like slits as personal offense to his comment came rushing in, anger and pride now fueling her actions. As calmly and vainly as she could, Seiren crossed with room with feline-esque grace before pausing at the computer desk once more. Almost with a boredom glazing over her stone-vise glare, the ex-Inspector extended a hand forward to hover over the six glistening ballpoint pens arranged so cleanly in their cup. Finally deciding on one, a black case with gold scrawling, Seiren delicately plucked it out from the container before removing its safety cap. Then she, too, held a moment of stillness. Abruptly, and without really any warning, she spun while throwing it, much like a dart. A mere few centimeters away from Takeru's head, the pen became lodged into the plush leather, it's hilt buried.

Once more crossing the room, the Enforcer halted in front of the man, a feral look now gleaming in her eyes, her pass level starting to creep. "Come now...don't be a coward, Takeru. I promise I'll go easy on you." came her icy words, a hint of challenge echoing in them. After all, this was a side not many had the horrific pleasure of experiencing..and she intended to ride it out for as long as possible.

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Heheh, 'ride it out' heheheheheheheheh.

Had you asked this young man earlier today if he thought he was going to have a pen thrown much like a throwing knife at his head, then he might have said 'no'. Yet, here he was, sitting on the couch with a pen drilled just into the space of his seat right beside his head, a near miss. Takeru had not seen a pen as a lethal weapon since he had murdered an the CEO of the very first place he had ever infiltrated, which was many years ago.

So nostalgic... Well, I guess I shall entertain her now.

With a calm, disciplined air, the young man pressed off the couch and stood to his feet, looking directly at the young woman. He tiled his head to the right and it cracked. The same thing happened when he tilted it to the left. He locked his fingers together and pressed, a rather audible popping sound ringing through the air of the room only those two accompanied. "Alright!" he said, pumping himself up through his voice. "If you're so confident that you could do anything, then I will play with ya. I think... the safeword is 'Chihuahua', okay? Make sure you say that when you quit or I won't know if I'm being too harsh."

Takeru took a normal boxing stance and allowed Seiren a moment to get into her own.

She must be really mad about the short jokes. Aha... I guess I did get carried away there. Ah well, nothing a little roughhousing can't solve, right? I should have reach and strength over her. But unless she's Muhammad Ali, I doubt she'll be so quick I can't keep up. Yeah, I have this.

The next thing that left Takeru was his right arm, which rocketed directly towards the other Enforcer's doll-face with some pretty mean power behind it.

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The Enforcer refused to allow for emotion to crack the chilled mask that had constructed its way onto her features, only the gleam of prideful scorn shining in her orbs dispelling the sense that she wasn’t an actual doll. After all.. most china dolls typically don’t have a lethality to them..most. With even breathing, Seiren calmly traced every little twitch and jerk Takeru’s body gave as he rose from his perch, those brown eyes latching evenly onto her own scarlet. Even those normally meaningless pops and cracks he inflicted upon himself didn’t manage to escape her attention.. in all honesty, it was the exact opposite. Foolish kid..he just alerted me to every single vulnerable point in his body… But then again, he doesn’t know how I fight, does he? Heh.. echoed her amused thoughts, just the slightest hint of sadistic cruelty lacing them

"Alright! If you're so confident that you could do anything, then I will play with ya. I think... the safeword is 'Chihuahua', okay? Make sure you say that when you quit or I won't know if I'm being too harsh. trumpeted his eager voice, adrenaline-drenched happiness practically tangible within it. However, where her opponent was all smiles and happiness, that bitter annoyance intensified throughout Seiren’s stature hearing the safeword he so “accidentally” chose. ”Fine...but we’ll see who will be declaring ‘Chihuahua’ after I’m through with you, kid.” hissed out her hateful response, that damned pass level rapidly creeping up. After all..there were three things that pissed her the hell off like none other; 1. Hayato 2. Being referred to as short 3. People underestimating her because of her size/appearance, gender or previous Inspector title..and Takeru just violated two of those forbidden topics.

Quirking an eyebrow in a sarcastic enjoyment, Seiren couldn’t help but allow for a smirk to play across her features seeing the defensive stance the other Enforcer immediately fell to, a momentary pause soon following. What..? Does he expect me to do that also..? questioned her inner voice, an audible scoff following. Not bothering to budge from her crossed-arm, loose-kneed stance, the woman merely gave a small nod of her head to signal to begin.

His first move was far too predictable, far too confident...and, with that power put behind it, uncontrollable. As his right arm sliced through the air, a snake-esque grin replaced that half-turned smirk, her stance frozen for half of a second. Then, without warning, left hand sprung into action. With the palm taut, Seiren didn’t exactly block the attack (why be that easily read..?), and, instead, pressed it into the fore portion of his right arm. Using the momentum of his attack and little of her own strength, the ex-Inspector spun rapidly to his side to completely avoid the attack..all using a twisted form of her own concept of inertia. Another standstill fell between the two, that snake-like ear-to-ear grin and murderous aura not vanishing, before Seiren lashed out. Mimicking Takeru’s attempted punch to the face, the movement almost seemed careless, as if she was testing the waters..as if a cat were playing with a mouse before devouring it.

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Sorry, Torai-san, I won't lose to you.

His mental apology was done, there was no need to hesitate. Takeru's punch flew with a strength he knew the young woman wouldn't be able to block efficiently. She was small, after all. Even if she was not some weakling, he towered over her with his height alone, and while he was no body-builder, he wasn't some scrawny wimp either. In terms of power, he was easily confident about his advantage. However, he also knew that fighting was not simply about power. Seiren made this clear as, as beautifully as a dancer, she twirled around his punch, leaving it to strike naught but the air where she had once been standing.

Almost instantaneously, she then took the liberty of throwing a punch of her own, straight towards Takeru's devilishly-handsome face.

It was a bit too predictable for Takeru, and with the form of evasion she had just displayed, he figured that it had to be intentional. Maybe she wanted to play a bit, or maybe she wanted to trick him. Who knew? Carelessly, Takeru went to raise up his hands to block the attack, but was not fast enough to protect himself, the punch sliding across his face with perfect contact, his head snapping to the side. Yet, this was not all that had occurred. Whereas most would have been able to follow up on the attack, Takeru gave Seiren no time, having allowed the strike to connect on purpose and instead gripped her punching arm with his left hand, pulled it towards him so that the woman herself would be forced to come with, and twisted his body so that his left elbow could move effectively towards her own face, all in but a quick movement which almost seemed rehearsed, given how flawless it was delivered.

In that situation, there was not much the weaker party could do: Takeru had one of her own arms in his strong grasp, and his other arm was about to deliver quite the elbow when it connected.

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A slight bubble of pride welled up in the female Enforcer as she observed that her rather simple attack was evidently executed with far too much speed for Takeru to handle, his hands failing in their attempt to protect his exposed upper features. With almost a mesmerizingly appalling ease, the woman’s delicate hands turned into ones built for destruction and carnage, her single fist flawlessly making impact across his face. And as his head snapped to the side, Seiren couldn’t help but allow for a light chuckle to escape it’s confine under her breath, the half-smirk replacing that disturbing grin. ”Come now, Takeru.. you have to do better than that if you want to beat me!”

However, it appeared that the ex-Inspector spoke too soon for the man’s own hand swiftly latched onto her upper forearm in a moderate grasp. Instinctively, a small, rather feral, growl of agitation filled their silence as she was yanked towards him, his strength easily overpowering her own. With his left elbow poised to collide with her face, Seiren silently cursed her own conviction..after all, it allowed for her to get frozen in a trap. A situation in which she didn’t really take a liking to you, mind you. Flickering her gaze up to Takeru, irritation making that crimson almost dance in a glow, she slowly bite her bottom lip. Think Seiren think...how are you going to get out of this?! Think! Unless… I’m sorry, Takeru. mused her inner thoughts, a coy, sly, smile painting it’s way on her gardenia mouth.

Without a shred of regret or hesitation, the Enforcer pulled her free elbow away from his body before slamming it down with a considerable amount of force right above his groin. The pain and impact had caused Takeru to stumble back..of course, still being in his hold, she was a mere puppet to his demands. Before it could really register on what was happening, the pair were crashing through the air, a startled, rather soft, “eep!” coming from Seiren in response. Luckily, Hayato’s desk broke the fall…….unfortunately, it didn’t escape unscathed. The study lamp resting innocently on the outer edge was knocked over, shattered and in ruin on the floor. All of his organized pens were now arranged in a photo of mishap, his keyboard dangling off the rim of the desk by its wires, some of the buttons knocked out. But that wasn’t the worst part.. no no, it was the state of which his computer was in. A hole, thanks to one of the two Enforcer’s elbow, was now gaping at them, blue fizzes of electric sparking angrily in protest. Perhaps one of Hayato’s most prized possession was beyond repair, beyond saving.. Oh god.. I can’t wait to see how he reacts to this. groaned her inner voice, a wide-eyed concerned glance tossed over at Takeru.