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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....

...

...

...

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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"ALRIGHT GURL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU DO NOT AIM AT A MAN'S JUNK LIKE THAT I DONT CARE HOW SERIOUS THE FIGHT IS LIKE JESUS CHRIST YOU COULD'VE BROKE IT OR SOMETHING MAN DONT DO THAT SHIT HOLY FUCKING BALLS"

"Grnghn...."

There was a deep sense of panic in the pit of Takeru's stomach. That blow was far too close to a certain part of him that he really did not want to be struck in. In fact, a hard enough blow there would probably have disabled him and scored the small woman a win nearly instantaneously, which would be quite embarrassing as well as painful.

The blow caused Takeru to stumble back. He hadn't even completed his elbow, which was disappointing, but Takeru's grip on Seiren's own arm hadn't relented in the least, and she had been forced to follow him as he crashed backwards into the desk, a very sharp pain spiking through his back from where he landed and a rather kawaii cute sound being emitted from Seiren. He was sure he destroyed something, as his attempts at moving his elbow resulted in a odd crunching sound and it only took him one second to realize what this was.

He broke Hayato's computer.

Well... shit. This is probably going to send him over the edge. I don't think he'll be happy at all.

Seiren was shooting glances at him, and by the size of her gorgeous orbs, she was surprised and unsure what to do about this wrecked situation that they had found themselves in. Takeru wasn't very hopeful, and he wanted to sigh in frustration about how much shit this might get him into, yet he knew it wouldn't accomplish much. The computer was likely beyond all repair, and although it was easy enough to retrieve the harddrive, he knew that would not soften the Inspector's expression in the least when he figured out what happened. However, there was this shocking pain in his lowermost part that required immediate attention and took priority above all else. Seiren had managed to miss the blow to his groin, but struck that place anyway. He decided to let her know where her hand was in the most polite and calm way as he could possibly muster at this given time.

"Y-your hand..... !" he groaned weakly. Getting hit there sent disabling pain to your brain, no matter how null to physical abuse you typically were. "....my... nuts..."

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"What the..." He muttered under his breath. Something had crashed in another room it seemed...though which room? He heard a few more noises that sounded like glass shattering. Didn't they know to keep it down? People were trying to work, and that noise was not-

Oh hell no...

Came a single thought that easily cut through his others like a knife. He had just left to latent criminals...alone in the office...without supervision...

They wouldn't have...would they?

He slapped his hand on his face, easily doing a face palm as he cursed under his breath. That was such a stupid mistake. What had possessed him to do something like that?! With an annoyed sigh, he stood up ubruptly from his chair, before stomping towards the door, all but kicking it open, without another word to the new Inspector.

The silver haired Inspector felt the blood rushing in his ears, as his temper seemed to build fast and quickly in his body.

Hayato stormed down the hall, and opened the door roughly. It was surprising to see it didn't fall off its hinges, since it slammed against the wall loudly, most likely echoing throughout the hallways of the building, and alerting the other workers that he was pissed.

Well, a new word needed to be invented, as he looked at the contents of his once neat office. The first thing he saw, was the two inspectors standing a bit to close to each other then he liked by his de-

What the hell?

His keyboard was hanging by the wire, and it looked like it was busted up from the enforcer's little scrap. His pens were scattered all over his desk, and his once good lamp was now in shattered pieces of glass that littered the ground. A deja vu scene, since he had seen similar shards when Seiren dropped the glass pot earlier. Then his olive eyes wandered to his computer, as a spark of light caught his attention.

Or his shambles of one. A hole easily seen through the monitor.

A fucking gaping hole, he might add.

"You...FUCKING LUNATICS!" He snapped, anger easily dripping off with every work he spoke. His hands waved around the room, as he opened his mouth again to speak...err...yell.

"What the FUCK were you guys doing in here?! Does this look like a place to have a street brawl?!" He exclaimed, as he stomped in. Well, that's when he notice a small detail that he didn't notice while he walked in.

His enforcer's hand was a bit to close to the man's...unmentionables.

His eye twitched visibly, as his mind took a moment to register it. Anger flashed to rage in his eyes, as he stomped over, grabbing her hand harshly, before pulling Seiren away from the man, separating them so they weren't touching anymore. He stood in front of them, and he just snapped after that.

"What the HELL did you two think you were doing?! I leave you for five fucking minutes,and I come back to see this!" He gestured again, before continuing. "You two turn this room to utter shit! then I see you two getting all cozy by my fucking desk. The hell's wrong with you two?!"

They were bloody fucking criminals. That's what's wrong with them.

His eyes hardened shooting daggers at them with his eyes as he looked at both of them. "Then I see my computer like that! Are guys asking to be shot?!" He added. Anger easily waved off of his body as he looked at the two enforcers.

At the moment, he was tempted to go and request a dominator, then shoot the both of them right now. It'll get them out of his hair at least for a few days and let them stay in the hospital to recover.

After that, then shoot them again until he felt better.

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Y-your hand..... !....my... nuts..." groaned out Takeru’s voice, a certain meekness lacing it that gave Seiren the justification she just won. With a softly-uttered cough of embarrassment, the Enforcer vainly tried to brush away the creeping signs of a blush..however, the color only seemed to have darken due to the attention she delivered to it’s existence. Just about as she was to, as nonchalant as possible, withdraw her hand from the indecent situation, heavy-ladened footsteps, more like stomps, reached her ears from the hallway, her stature instantaneously freezing. In fact, she only had time to turn to Takeru, eyes wide in anticipating horror and mouth agape, before Hayato burst into the room.

Still in the same position as earlier, the woman gave a visible cringe as she took in his outraged expression, his eyes dancing with what could only be called ‘devil’s fire’. Oh fuck… whispered her inner voice, dread seeping into every syllable as the Inspector finally settled on the pair. "You...FUCKING LUNATICS!" rang out his snapping voice, seething being a mild term for it. Normally, Seiren would have given a small chortle or scoff at the idiotic way Hayato was flinging about his hands..but, for this situation, it was best to keep silent. With a slight gulp, her gaze flickered over to Takeru, a look that only said: ‘buckle-up-this-is-going-to-be-a-long-ride’. "What the FUCK were you guys doing in here?! Does this look like a place to have a street brawl?!" came his next outburst, that anger never leaving his voice. It was then he froze slightly, his gaze wandering to where Seiren’s hand was. Eyes growing wide in alarm, the Enforcer was just about to hastily explain that it wasn’t what it appeared to be but the words weren’t any where to be found, especially as he marched over to them.

With a visible eye twitch and fury turning to rage, Hayato was oh so gentle in yanking the ex-Inspector's hand away from Takeru’s lower region before pulling her more towards him and away from Takeru. Just when she let out a sigh of gratitude, assuming he was done ranting, she was forced to take it back as his incredulous tone resonated once more. "What the HELL did you two think you were doing?! I leave you for five fucking minutes,and I come back to see this!"

Snapping her gaze to him, her own outrage gleaming back within them, Seiren was about to protest before he cut her off with his little conclusion. You two turn this room to utter shit! then I see you two getting all cozy by my fucking desk. The hell's wrong with you two?! Then I see my computer like that! Are guys asking to be shot?!. After a heartbeat of silence, the Enforcer took this time to object, her disbelief tangible. ”Ok, for ONE, we were not getting ‘COZY’! We were bloody fighting...and I just so happened to fall on him! For two, you were gone longer than five minutes! Don’t even try that..it was 8! For three… what the hell were YOU thinking, leaving us alone like that?! IT WAS ASKING FOR TROUBLE! Plus…… I Thought you would be more mad about your couch than your desk… Hm…. oh right! Don’t you DARE even think about shooting us! We did nothing wrong- we were just practicing so we could defend your sorry asses on the field!” To accentuate her point, the Enforcer sharply jabbed her forefinger into Hayato’s chest, a frown accompanying it.

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As the woman retorted back to him, and after feeling the jab into his chest by the woman enforcer he felt another scowl form on his features. His olive eyes flashed, as the woman finished speaking, and he opened his mouth, yelling in the same volume she was.

"DAMMIT woman, did it fucking not occur to you that you two were in a god-damned OFFICE?!" He started out. "It doesn't matter how the fucking long I was GONE. It was only about ten minutes since you kept track! That wasn't even a fucking hour and this happens!" And they seriously wonder why they aren;t allowed out of the building without supervision?

"I didn't realize I needed to fricken' babysit little brats and hold your hand to make sure you don't cause any damage! What the hell?! You two are over twenty! Do you plan on acting like a child right now?!"

Then he remembered the part where they were supposedly doing nothing wrong. Do they not see the state of the once neat and clean office? His computer, with all his files was still sparking electricity from the elbow shaped hole in its monitor. Now that he glanced at the couch, there was a fucking pen stuck into it.

A fucking pen.

That's probably what had caused the fight.

He spoke again, this time in a harsher tone. "Our sorry asses?! Are fucking kidding me?! There's is a fucking room downstairs used to conduct fights like this! Did it not occur to you to just go down there?!" His voice was sharp and loud as it echoed off into the halls of the once quiet hallway.

"You destroyed the Publice Safety Breau's shit, fight in a setting for work to get down, and trash the other things in the office!" He signaled with his hand to the lamp's broken glass, and the keyboard that still hung from the desk. "Please, enlighten me on how you fighting in the office was a good thing!" He said, sarcasm and scorn dripping out with each word that he spoke.

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As he was waiting for his fellow Enforcer to release him from the pain he desperately wanted to rid himself, the door to the office came open with the force of a hurricane and slammed into the wall, resonating more violently than the crash that had occurred moments prior. Takeru hadn't needed to even tilt his head to find out who t he person barging into the room was, for his voice was loud and clear enough for him to immediately recognize it as Inspector Hayato, a man who was most certainly upset with how they had treated his office.

If Hayato was a color that identified his mood, Hayato had to have been a dark red, as he was fuming almost visibly. His words shot out and each one of them sounded akin to a gunshot fired from his mouth towards the two Enforcers, who remained there probably somewhat dumbfounded at the turn of events. It was only when Hayato's glance moved downwards, towards Takeru's groin, that things really hit him.

"You two turn this room to utter shit! then I see you two getting all cozy by my fucking desk!"

The Inspector most definitely took things the wrong way. Unfortunately, Seiren's hand on Takeru's groin was nothing sexual, even if Takeru felt something. That 'something' happened to be pain, however, so he did not enjoy it one bit. Takeru kept a straight face as Seiren then moved to confront her own Inspector. By the looks of the situation, they were bound to continue. Inspector Hayato kept using words that were impolite, and it did not seem as if Seiren was going to back down anytime soon. Takeru thought for a minute and then decided to shift some heat to himself, to see what might happen.

Although he did think he might end up getting shot.

"Please, enlighten me on how you fighting in the office was a good thing!"

"The areas we are provided do make good places to spar, yes, but they simulate nothing in the real world!" he complained, as if he wasn't in trouble or being yelled at. Awkwardness was what 'Takeru' was good at, after all. "Boring and unrealistic! You know you don't get to choose what kinda place you fight in? Not every place is open, and your environment can be your greatest weapon! This office is perfect, since it simulates cramp, icky space with lots of small things to throw, or use to your advantage! That's why I wanted to fight here. It was fun. If you're that sad about it, then I can pay for this small mess. Jeez!"

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A small frown flitted across the Enforcer's carved features hearing the rant the Inspector exploded on, her arms maneuvering themselves to rest under her chest in a criss-cross manner. Exhaling a resigned sigh, she tossed yet another glance Takeru's way, a pained expression lingering in the attention that silently pleaded one phrase: "kill-me-now." Don't get your hopes up... whispered that inner voice, doubt and disappointment giving it life. Spending a few more heartbeats searching the other Enforcer's face for any signs of compliance, and not finding a trace, Seiren reluctantly refocused her attention back onto the fuming, suit-covered ass known as Hayato.

Quirking an eyebrow at him, the woman absentmindedly gnawed on her inner cheek to prevent from biting out a retort to his abusive comments. The way she saw it; sacrifice the tender, fleshy mass or risk another hour of yelling.. and losing the ability to perceive sound didn't sound exactly too appealing. However, as soon as he mentioned the bit about ''sorry assess'', Seiren could no longer ignore the retorting attitude clawing it's way to the surface. So, to ensure a louder outburst wouldn't take place later on, the Enforcer mumbled under her breath. "I wish I was kidding.. but it just so happens, every time we are out on the field, one of those moronic Inspectors gets themselves into a less-than-desirable situation..and it's up to us to work like mad dogs to rescue your skin."

Thankfully, the before-now-useless Takeru spoke up, hopefully diverting attention away from Seiren's sarcastic remark. Sending him a beaming smile at his justification, the female Enforcer turned on her heels, back facing Hayato, before crossing the room to pause next to him. Balancing on the balls of her feet, the woman reached a delicate hand up to rest atop Takeru's head before giving it a playful shake, messing up his hair in the process. "Ahh... theres the quick-witted Takeru when I need him. Dependable.." With a slight pouting frown, Seiren withdrew her hand before looking over accusingly at Hayato, a joking disappointment gleaming in her now magenta orbs. "See, Hayato? Why can't you be more like him..? Giving me excuses to bail out of trouble..I'm afraid you are lacking in that department. Tsk tsk... It's your job as an Inspector right?".

Slowly, an amused grin replaced that earlier scowl as an opportunity to mess with Hayato presented itself to her. With that familiar, mischievous sheen returning to her gaze, Seiren took rather light, airy steps over to the stark Inspector before stopping in front of him. With a tilt of her head, that eggplant-hued curtain draping to the right, a slender finger reached up to tap below her bottom lip and take momentary pause on her dainty chin. "Now now, Jii-chan, we weren't, quote, "acting like a child", as you put it..we were just having some fun... But if you want.." trailed off her voice, a hint of devilish mocking lacing her muse. Before anyone could react, the woman's hands darted upwards to grasp Hayato's cheeks before giving them a firm tug. "Jii-chan..scowling like that will give you wrinkles, ya'know? Plus your eyes look scary right now.. do you plan on getting a girlfriend? Cuz'..you won't looking like that.. Heh..here.. Yeah that's it, smile~ resonated her chiding voice, a mock, and rather childish, accent inflicted onto each word. Tugging alittle harder at his cheeks, Hayato's mouth become taut in a deformed smile, the area where her fingers were grasping already turning red with anger and irritation. All the while, that devilish grin and impish gleam never left her expression.

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Well, some newbie inspectors did, but that wasn't the point. They were new. They didn't know what to do. Besides, all the enforcers became enforcers for a single reason. To be free yes, but it was also to make the Inspector's job on the field easier. If they didn't save some new inspector from a criminal attack, then what was the point of having them? Certainly not for decorations. He opened his mouth to retort that thought back, but then Takeru's voice cut in.

Might as well mention: Annoying come back for the explanation of the office.

Hearing Takeru's response to his question just annoyed him more. Especially with the tine he had decided to use. Could he not see the damage that was done to this stupid office. He was about to relieve the woman inspector of getting blown up on, and was about to take it out on Takeru but stopped when he noticed the woman had wandered over to that side toward the other enforcer.

Hayato let out a snort at the woman's response when she looked back at him. "An Inspector's job isn't supposed to bail an enforcer out of trouble." came his some-what snarky response, though added silently in his mind.

"You of all people should know that."

The girl knew what was expected of an Inspector yet continued to play dumb about it. She was an ex-inspector for god's sake! She knew that an Inspector's job was just to chase down latent criminals and prevent them from falling lower, or to get rid of them. It wasn't to make excuses for the enforcers when they decided to act out like these two just did.

Then he noticed a certain gleam in her eyes and he inwardly groaned. If anyone knew Seiren as long as he did they could recognize that look. And what did it mean? She was going to do something that would no doubt annoy him.

Like she used to do when they were younger.

A scowl made its way to his face again, as an excuse formed from her mouth about not acting childish. He was about to retort to the girl, ready to explain why they were until he felt pinching on his face. Then the woman enforcer started blabbering on about his non-existent love life. Why would he waste his time with something like that when there was work to be done?! Her childish voice easily showed the amusement she was feeling on the inside.

He felt a wave of dull pain coming from contact on his cheek by the shorter inspector, and he scowled again as the short inspector continued to pull his lips upward to make supposed smile. With an annoyed twitch of his eye, his hands went to her cheeks just as she did before speaking while pulling her cheeks.

"My face and personal business has nothing to do with this conversation, Torai." He pulled her cheeks as much as they could stretch, and it to in turn started to turn red from the pressure he put on her cheeks.

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Takeru's bitch returned to his side.

Yorai wandered over to Takeru's side with a silly grin and took the liberty of messing up the hair he had spent so long (seconds at most) on this morning, which was a real shame. If he had not had to worry about keeping his act up, finding the Artist, and many other things, he would have mourned the loss of perfect hairdo. But instead, he had work to do and since his hair was already laying down, it did not really matter much anyway. So he stood there as he was briefly praised and then as Seiren begun teasing the Inspector.

It was quite amusing, to say the least. Hayato could only give her one stern reply as she carried on, something he was sure he had not seen before just now. Was this the power of Osananajimi?! Seiren would continue adding points about a girlfriend and other subjects, all of which weren't quite normal for someone to tease their Inspector about, but given their relationship, it did not surprise Takeru all that much, and it wouldn't have interested him had it not been so entertaining to watch. But all good things must come to an end, and the face-stretching was starting to make him fee a bit awkward since he had been so angelically quiet the time they were screwing around.

Get a room, guys....

"... is this going to go somewhere I don't want it to because I can leave." came a snarky comment from the falsified Takeru who thought this should end ASAP. Oh, I wander what kind of publicity a physical romance an Inspector and an Enforcer would bring up? He did not dwell on that thought for longer than a moment because she was to be his because why not fuck everything Takeru's a pimp and instead continued with a shake of his head. "Stick-kun and myself are on the same boat, Sei-chan. Women just don't know how lucky of a catch we are, so stop teasing him. They'll eventually learn, just give us time."

((OOC: Sorry, but this post was rushed X.X))

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Instantly, those alerting thoughts of false panic made Seiren well aware that Hayato was about to make his move by the indication of his eye twitch, a startled gleam teeming within that mischief. "Hayato! Don't you da-" complained the protesting voice of Seiren, her words silenced by her Inspector's mimicking actions. Feeling the throbbing ache stemming from the corners of her forcibly stretched mouth, a childish pout replaced that whimsical manner from before.

"My face and personal business has nothing to do with this conversation, Torai." came the silver-haired Inspector's justification, the dull ache increasing to a mild sting. With narrowed eyes, she pulled his own cheeks even harder before hissing out as distinguishably as possible. "Let go of my cheeks, Jii-chan! Only I can do this.. it's creepy when you do!" To prove her point, the ex-Inspector darted her tongue from between her lips before swiping it once rapidly against one of his forefingers gripping her cheek. With a satisfied smirk painting it's way onto her features,a gleeful boasting accompanying her mischievous demeanor, the woman was about to threaten Hayato some more but the snarky comments from the other Enforcer quelled them.

"... is this going to go somewhere I don't want it to because I can leave." was his inquiry, a hint of mock uneasiness lacing his comment. Fighting the forced tugging, Seiren managed a frown as her gaze fixated on her childhood friend, an annoyance clear-as-day present. "See, Jii-chan? You're creeping out my friend..so let go of me already!" Wanting to protest further, the female's mind began to race with possible scenarios in which to pin more blame onto her Inspector before Takeru's voice broke through her concertration. "Stick-kun and myself are on the same boat, Sei-chan. Women just don't know how lucky of a catch we are, so stop teasing him. They'll eventually learn, just give us time." Gnawing thoughtfully on her bottom lip, the Enforcer began to ponder Takeru's meaning for a second before her chipper voice sang out.

"Trust me, Takeru.. I'm not worried about you.. Girls already like you~ It's this Grumpy Jackass that has me worried.." A moment of silence followed Seiren's comment before her question shattered it. "Sooo.....guess we are off the hook..?"

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Hearing Takeru open his mouth once again for no good reason, followed by Seiren's comment of him being creepy. He was just returning the favor, that's all. With another scowl, he simply released it before wiping his fingers on his coat, and roughly taking her hands away from his face.

"I better not get rabies or something." He muttered under his breath, before then turning back to the shambles that was his desk. It would at least take an hour for the service to replace the objects that were destroyed in the two enforcer's brawl. Another curse was muttered, before he ran a hand through his hair.

How was he going to explain this?

As his hand remained in his hair, his silver bracelet beeped, signalling a new message. Most likely from the Byakurai or Allens. He released his head before looking at the communicator. The holographic screen showed that it was Inspector Geoferry Allens who had sent it. It had the words he hadn't thought would appear.

"Suspect apprehended. Need transport to medical facilities.

With a nod of approval to himself, he turned back to the former inspector before responding in all but a growl.

"Hell. No. I'll fill out that shit later." He said, before turning back to the screen from his bracelet."That shit" being the paper work to suspend an enforcer from duty. He'd get them on leave for maybe a few days so he could get over his computer getting destroyed.

The second part though, bothered him. The medical transport most likely meant for the suspect, or else the Inspector would have specify it for the enforcer that left with him. If the suspect was in bad shape,they couldn't question him until a doctor gave him the okay to at least talk with the boy. That would just hinder the investigation.

With that thought, he clicked a few buttons, and soon a request for new equipment was sent, and approved.

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"I wish that were true, but I think woman in general are turned off by the things that excite me. Ah well. Try and try again is my motto." he said punching the inside of his left hand with his right, as if he were determined to do something. "But," he continue. "I can always just have fun while I wait."

Takeru internally sighed. I wonder how wrong in the head it would be for someone to actually end up liking my persona? Then again, I myself am not someone who is that appealing to befriend either. Guess I'm screwed up too. Have to be if I make some weird act like this an actuality.

He had indeed been listening to the to and from between the Enforcer and the Inspector while he thought. Couldn't daze out too much, maybe they'd mention something important. Not too likely, he thought as he listened to them talk, but it is definitely possible. Eventually Seiren asked a strange question. One that he knew was probably going to be shot back in her face.He briefly thought of the possibility of her nature reaching him and making him reconsider, but logic held true. The detective replied with a strong sentence.

"Hell.No."

And with that, the sparring he and Seiren did just a few moments earlier gained them a consequence.... sorta. Takeshi's job, contrary to popular belief, was not all gunfire and explosions. As the equivalent of a spy or actor, he had many days that were just him lounging around doing nothing in particular, waiting for an opportunity to learn something. Being cut off from his work as a prisoner did not really upset the lazy part of him. Then again, they could find a lead on the Artist. That would piss him off royally.

"Twas wortha shot anyway." Takeshi commented, facing the woman who was probably disappointed she'd be punished. "Just means he gets to do more paperwork, no?" he grinned at her and then turned to Hayato. "So if you're not punishing us immediately, does that mean we're needed for something?" he asked.

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