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Heavy footsteps rushed in the Suzuki Mansion and the maids tried to overlook the tall man with blood red eyes rushing to his room. The number one rule in the Mansion regarding Madam Yumemari's bodyguard was to never disturb him after an interogatory.
But honestly , no one would , even if it wasn't a rule. Gaku was standing at a tall height , with broad shoulders and a muscular build. Tan skin , with sharp red eyes and a scar going down his right cheek. Some of the features ruining the 'scary' image - according to his friends - was a small brown lock inside of his hair which they loved to boink , and his round face.
Opening the door to his room , Gaku kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket on a nearby chair , flopping on his bed and groaning. He took his phone out of his pants pocket and played his playlist , which his friends dearly made for him. Tossing his phone on a pillow , he looked at the ceiling , trying to find something to distract himself with. Too bad his ceiling was pure black. Plain.
At times like this , he always asks himself what would his sister think of him and this career.
"So." Spoked the young woman at the other end of the table. She had dark , curly hair and ocean blue eyes. Normally they were gentle eyes , with the ocassional eyebags. But as she was star in g at the man on the other side of the table , her eyes could pierce through an iceberg with no problem. That's the dualty of Yumemari Suzuki.
Though if you look at her , you'd hardly think she dressed for an interogatory , more so a meeting. She wore a dark mauve pair of pants with black stripe at the hem and a pair of white socks , along with a black button up and a white fake fur coat. She also wore plenty of rings on her fingers.
They seemed to be the only speck of color in the room. Gray table , gray chairs , a lamp and a few papers and a pen on said table. The man at the other side of the table was wearing a gray jumpsuit and had black hair. Gaku was no better. He wore a white dress shirt and black jacket , black pants and black dress shoes. With his brown hair and , he could pass as any other body guard in the building , were it not for his red eyes.
"Make this easier for me and confess. Your partner let me on your 'pharmaceutical' business , but he said only you know where your boss operates. You really don't know how to pick your crowd." Yumemari said , never once blinking as her eyes fixated on the criminal. "Spill it out and get it over with."
"I'm telling you I don't know anything , woman! Now let me go! I have a family to get back to!" The man spat out.
"Watch your tone." Gaku spoke up , watching Yume raise her palm , signaling for a quiet comand. He nod his head , reaching for a file in the inside of his jacket , throwing it on the table.
"Your wife left you two years ago and your kids don't talk to you. Check the file before you spew bullshit." Yumemari reiterated , crossing her arms again and looking across the table at the accused drug seller. "You have the entire evening off. H onestly , how did you get by with a loud mouth like yours?" Yumemari wondered , looking at Gaku for an answear. He just shrugged silently. "They'll hire anyone these days." She concluded.
The man looked at the file in front of him and at the two faces looking at him , before deciding he wasn't going to be cooperative. He kept his silence.
"Such a child.." Yumemari shook her head. "It's of no surprise your wife left you , isn't it? For what I know - though , I could be wrong - you sunk down into substance abuse after losing your previous job. AND you wasted your kids's college funds on anything that can fill that empty gap in your life. Am I wrong?" She asked , standing up on her feet and moving her hand on the table , watching as the man avoided her eyes , shuffling uncomfortably on his chair. "Tell me. Tell me if I'm wrong , then."
She waited , scoffing upon realising she won't get a response. "You just make people's life worse by being around them."
"Why- What do you know!?" The man exclaimed , deciding to snap out of his shame.
"Plenty. Above all else , " She added , moving her finger to her lips as if she was thinking. "I remember , you got caught by a pair of 20 year olds. And I'd say you're not in their age range , by those wrinkles on your face. If nothing has been humiliating enough for you , this should be."
The man got up to try and maim the young detective. Dumb move , considering he was handcuffed. Maybe a move made out of anger? Feeling powerless in front of someone like her? Who knows how he thought this , but Gaku deduced it could have been something amongst the two.
What he didn't expect was getting punched with the handle of a gun , getting knocked off his feet and hitting the back of his head on the floor. All of this felt like an agonizing minute , not just 30 seconds. When he tried looking up , he noticed the detective's bodyguard point a gun at him.
"Start talking." He demanded. As quiet as he's been , he seemed fed up , angry. Or perhaps he was just frustrated with his resilience.
"Never!" The man retaliated , thinking of any insult to spit at the bodyguard. "Damned Okinawan!-"
Before he could protest more , Gaku shot the gun , missing him by a few centimiters. And he still had those dead eyes starring down at the drug buster. There was not a single indicator that Gaku felt bad for the man , or wanted to sympathize with him.
"Fine! Fine! I'll talk!" The man trembled away from the sound of the gunshot.
"Good , took you long enough." Yumemari spoke up,getting up and picking up the junkie's tooth from the ground. He didn't even realise he lost one. "Maybe the tooth fairy will visit you."
Gaku's line of thoughts got intrerupted by the sweet enough to rot your teeth voice of Jane Sato coming from his phone. Of course Runa added all of her songs in his playlist..
Look can you blame him? Jane's lyrics were ingenious , the feelings in each word was genuine and fuck him if he'd ever agree that her voice isn't angel-like.
Actually , you can totally blame him. Roast him hot. Picture him with a pink shirt that says 'Jane's biggest fan'.
Luckly enough , a knock on his door spared him the embarssment of that mental image. "Come in." He said.
Yumemari walked in , leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. "Do I need to get you some new Jane merch?" They asked with a grin.
"Oh , please. Would you , oh so generous Yume?" He retaliated , feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "What do you need?"
"The adress the junkie gave us seems to be a night club , so you should get ready." Yumemari explained,earning a nod from her bodyguard. "Oh , also. I didn't expect you to shot that gun. I'm impressed."
Gaku raised an eyebrow before turning his head away from her. "What can I say? I had to use the one bullet in the chamber."
Yumemari's eyebrows rose before she gave him a small aproving smile. "Thought so. C'mon , get ready. This night will be eventful."