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Tenma Tsukasa. 22. Male. Private Investigator.
Tenma Tsukasa. That was who he was. It’s truly a miracle how this man was still alive. He should have died long ago, along with his brother. What sort of luck could this man have accumulated in order to still be breathing? What could be allowing him to live for this long?
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The woman in front of him began to break down. Sobbing uncontrollably.
“T-thank you so much Tenma-san..!! I cannot thank you enough!” The woman said between sobs.
Tsukasa spoke. “It was my pleasure.”
They were standing in a children’s hospital. Right outside room 118. A faint alarm-like beeping could be heard from the room.
“I’m so happy my- my baby is finally back… I hope she grows up to be just like you.”
“…I’m glad.”
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Tsukasa was driving back to his office. It was silent with only the sound of the car engine to be heard. It was peaceful, unlike his adventures earlier that day.
The stars followed him on his way back. The stars are something he still enjoys. He wishes he could
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Tsukasa walked back into the building his office was in. He still had to file this case in and clean up before heading back home to his apartment. He didn’t want to be seen as some messy bitch, he has a reputation he’d like to uphold for as long as possible.
He unlocked the door and headed to his desk. Lying on top of it was a file labeled as #73. He grabbed a few folded up papers out of his pocket and unfolded them to place neatly into the file before placing it back into the filing cabinet. Now he had to clean and pack up for the day. Or night.
Tsukasa carefully put away all the scattered books and papers around the room. His office was mostly organized besides the random ass piano he impulsively brought in and can’t take back out.
What was 20 year old him thinking bringing this in? He doesn’t even get a minute to himself.
Tsukasa was so focused on his thought he almost threw out an envelope he didn’t recognize. This was never on his piano before, nor did he own this kind of envelope. It had no name but he could feel something was inside.
He quickly scrambled for his phone out of his pocket and took a picture. After that, he placed the phone on the lid of the piano and carefully opened the envelope up, trying not to rip or tear it.
Inside was a letter. It seemed to have been crumpled, uncrumpled, then folded up and placed into the envelope.
He slowly pulled the letter out. He unfolded the paper.
There was blood stained into the letter. Like a few droplets on the right of the paper. It wasn’t much. It could’ve been a nosebleed, or maybe even a paper cut! But considering Tsukasa’s job, it could be something way more serious than a mere nosebleed.
Now what did the letter say?
“*************** That’s where it is. I hope you’ll find me, Mr. Detective♡”
“What the fuck is this?” Tsukasa asked himself. He was absolutely baffled at this horribly cringe message. That’s literally it. They didn’t even sign it off?? They just added that heart… and ew. Mr. Detective?? Honestly, what is this. Tsukasa would never write something as short and stupid as this. He would NOT be caught writing this. Alas, he still needs to do something about it. Stupid ass criminal.
He was already done with everything. This job was just work and more work. He shouldn’t had been so slow in college.
Tsukasa grabbed his phone off of his piano and took another picture of the letter… could he even call it a letter? It was basically a note.
As soon as he was grabbing his bag to head to the address on the stupid note, there was a knock on the door. Great, he was going to die now, wasn’t he?
“Who is it…”
“A visitor! So could I come in?”
“Sure, whatever.”
The door slowly opened. A knife was probably going to pop out or something. Instead, it was a tall, purple haired man that looked his age. He wore a hat and glasses and had piercing gold eyes… he was also quite attractive. Wait, Tsukasa could NOT be thinking about something like that right now.
“So, could you tell me who you are and why you’re here?” Tsukasa questioned the man as he crossed his arms. He made a face as he looked him up and down.
The man didn’t seem to mind and responded. “Oh, well Tenma-kun… My name is Kamishiro Rui. I’ve been a fan of your work since you started working as a private investigator. It’s truly outstanding how amazing you are!”
Rui took a step closer and Tsukasa took one back. They weren’t close at all but he didn’t want to get closer.
“So, you didn’t really answer the second question… I’m flattered by your words but why exactly are you here..?”
“Oh, well I want to partner up with you, of course!”
Tsukasa stared at him. Was this guy being serious..? Well, he’s kind of pretty… WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?
Rui tilted his head. “Do you have your answer yet?”
“Yes, I do. I’ll have to decline your request. I’m not gay…”
“Hm? What does this have to do with you sexuality..?”
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“Oh. Sorry about that… I um, interpreted your offer the wrong way.” Tsukasa apologized, getting a little red.
Cute… Rui thought to himself.
Tsukasa continued on, “I’ll still have to decline your offer. I don’t need any help as of right. I’m perfectly fine on my own.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, very. So could you leave? I have somewhere I need to be-“
“Don’t go.”
“..?”
Who does this guy think he is? This is job. He literally just waltzed on into his office for a ridiculous offer…
Tsukasa spoke. “Why?”
“Because… it’s quite late isn’t it? And I saw your latest case on the news! You’re tired, aren’t you?”
“Mm… I guess.”
“I can drive you home, how does that sound?”
“Am I supposed to trust you’ll drive me home and not kidnap me?”
“Yes, you are. I didn’t drive here, so we wont have to worry about who’s car I drive.”
“…How are you going to get home..?”
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