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Case #1: My Resolve for the Truth, as both a Detective and an Extension
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"A detective must never overlook a mystery. Any and all truths must be exposed.
A detective must always prioritize solving a case.
Emotions must be discarded to reach a perfect solution through a perfect deduction."
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Of course I'm able to recall the WDO's creed with practiced ease, almost to the point of normalcy not too dissimilar to reading a mere shopping list. It is an ideal engraved into all our minds ever since we first begin our training, regardless of whether we go on to become Master Detectives or otherwise.
Everyone within the organization is expected to not just recall the sacred words, but to breathe through them, work by them. It's almost as if we become not just detectives in our own right upon mastery of our talents, but also extensions of Number One himself.
I'm no different in that regard. Though as a person many have come to know me as Melami Goldmine, my status and pride as a Master Detective demand I also exist as that extension whenever necessary, through the very creed that everyone in the organization is also demanded to exist by. We never overlook mysteries. We expose any and all truths. We always prioritize solving a case, discarding our emotions to reach a perfect solution through a perfect deduction.
Personally I don't mind operating in such a manner - in fact, I've happened to rely on it as a crutch during admittedly critical situations. Far too many times than I'd like to recur, by this point.
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Melami let out an exhausted, drawn-out exhale the moment she closed her apartment door and leaned against it. The young woman didn't even notice she had been holding her breath, ever since she solved one of her first few cases not even an hour ago.
Outside her room in the third floor; the faint humming of cars driving by, people chatting amongst themselves and walking down the sidewalk, and someone's music being blasted a tad too loudly from somewhere else within the complex could all be recognized.
However, most of the nighttime ambiance was quickly drowned out by the young woman's internal musings...
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"I'm telling you, that can't be true! My husband would never say such horrible things about me, even if he were to be forced out of his grave!"
Now waiting outside the interrogation room after having finished presenting her case; all Melami could do now was silently stare at the irate, wriggling Haruka Kamishiro - the late Hyugo Kamishiro's wife and revealed murderer - as she was forcefully guided by a pair of officers, handcuffs connecting her wrists. Even now did she continue to struggle against and rebuke the truth - the very one she made manifest with her own bloodied hands.
"The girl must be lying! This has to be an elaborate setup to get a reaction out me! I'll have you know I'm deeply offended by the idea of someone pretending to bring him back just to throw horrific accusations without evidence!"
Melami continued to say nothing - her trademark simper now gone - even after the widow snapped her head toward her after realizing who else was present. "You...! You call what you just did a job well done!? Deceiving and manipulating other people just to fabricate a convenient lie and get paid for it?"
No words came out from Melami still, her striking magenta eyes against the dim evening lights being the only indicator of focus toward the culprit's own.
"Is that how you Master Detectives all do you job!? ALL OF YOU ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE, ROTTEN TO THE CORE!," the enraged widow raised her voice to a deafening shrill, the detective to her left muted until the very end. "BUT YOU ESPECIALLY ARE THE WORST OF THEM ALL -
YOU WRETCHED HAG!"
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"..."
The medium detective slowly dragged a gloved hand down her face as she recalled the widow's colorful expletives thrown at her just a few minutes prior. None of my training prepared me adequately enough to handle people while alive - that much I can say for certain...
Forensic Forte development, human anatomy, logic and reasoning, self-defense, even gun handling - as much as she loathed the last two - were just a few examples out of the many courses she passed on, if not outright excelled at. 'A child prodigy,' some used to describe her as during her earlier years. She could even determine people by their type using just their clothing - a feat she still unashamedly prides herself in, as if showing off a badge of honor.
But actually interacting with people? Negotiations, bluffing and whatnot? If the topic of conversation wasn't about clothes or something relating to fashion, she was borderline uninterested. That much couldn't be fixed no matter what the WDO attempted, and the medium supposed it would have to stay that way.
After paying enough attention toward recalling the culprit's outburst: Melami forced herself off the entrance door, heading straight for the bathroom after quickly deciding to skip dinner. Her stomach made a faint growl in protest - even now after years of dedicated training did using her Forte strain her body slightly - but the medium figured to pay no mind. Melami was hungry, yes; but she didn't feel the desire to eat, as paradoxical that sentiment seemed.
She instead settled for closing the bathroom door once she made her way inside, before removing each of her long-sleeved fingerless gloves with practiced ease. Now free from their leathery confines, the young woman's slender and slightly-calloused fingers worked their way to deftly retrieve her bright hairclips. Melami then reached for one of several scrunchies waiting inside the vanity, before rounding up all her blond locks into a ponytail.
All that should matter now is that the truth got uncovered... The medium reminded herself as she retrieved more items from the drawer, preparing to remove the delicate handywork that was today's make-up. For that is the task I set myself to accomplish as a Master Detective.
A gently-doused Q-tip brushed against her bright eyelash extensions, before being steadily peeled off. Remember: a detective must never overlook a mystery. Any and all truths must be exposed.
Another gently-doused cotton round pressed against both her eyelids, then her lash lines. A detective must always prioritize solving a case.
A pump of cleansing balm applied all over her face, studiously covering every indent and crevice. Then, a healthy amount of water to emulsify, followed by a gentle set of pats courtesy of a dry towel. And lastly, emotions must be discarded to reach a perfect solution through a perfect deduction.
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"We'll make our way over to the police station in a moment," the medium detective finalized, currently in her spectral state - a flaming blue apparition only visible to the dead. Her physical body was currently occupied by a deceased salaryman by the name of Hyugo Kamishiro; donning a striped dress shirt and comfortable maple-hued slacks with obsidian dress shoes, completed by a set of clunky square-framed glasses. An equally flaming-blue chain connected the two people, emblematic of the medium's Forte still in effect. "Once we get there, I'll need you to provide all the testimony you just provided me. Do you understand?"
A moment of silence followed by quiet nod from the older man - prompting Melami to take a hold of the intangible chain to begin the expulsion process.
However, before she could do anything else: "...Thank you."
The medium detective turned her head to the slouched salaryman; still turned away from her, looking at the ground without a particular focus.
"...Whatever for?," she inquired.
Another beat of silence. Then, the older man finally turned to face her. His timid disposition from before was still present, though now it had been subdued by the resolved glint in his - in their - facial features. "For giving me a chance to speak up. I didn't think I would ever get that chance, yet here I am..."
Melami remained with an impassive look on her face as he continued, "All I ask you now, Ms. Goldmine... is to not give up on uncovering the truth. Please, no matter what my wife might say or do, don't give up. That's all that matters to me..."
The medium detective said nothing still, though she was convinced that the shared look between their eyes communicated more than enough.
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After all the delicate layers of color and wonder were removed from her countenance - now washed away by the running water below - the lone, striking pair of magenta eyes was all that remained staring at her across the glass reflection.
But... who remained staring at her, exactly? Who was she right now? Melami Goldmine, or just another extension of the WDO - one out of many?
"..."
Her resolve was still there. The creed remained as an all-encompassing truth that defined her being.
After yet another extended period of silence; the young woman allowed herself another prominent, drawn-out sigh; turning off the running water in a single motion.
I will never overlook a mystery. I will work tirelessly to expose any and all truths, she repeated to herself, before reaching for her scrunchie to take it off.
Not too long after, her once-tied hair cascaded back into place. I will always prioritize solving a case.
One last stare at the mirror; blond locks framed her now-clean and slightly damp face. I will discard my emotions, in order to reach a perfect solution through a perfect deduction.
Who was she right now? Melami Goldmine, or still just another extension - one out of many?
*growl*
"..."
Melami's eyes widened in visible surprise, breaking her out of her earlier self-induced trance (pep talk?). The reflection staring at her seemed to share the exact same sentiment.
...On second thought, her stomach's demands for nourishment could no longer be ignored by the young woman. Unfortunately for her, her fridge had been thoroughly emptied the day prior, meaning that homemade food wasn't an option.
The young woman continued looking at the mirror, though the steeled stare in her eyes had long since vanished. Now brought back to reality, the 'extended' part of her had retreated, and 'Melami Goldmine' as a person had reestablished herself... even if it happened in such an unflattering manner.
"...Perhaps...," she spoke to herself after another while, finally giving voice to her thoughts.
"I should order takeout..."
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My Resolve for the Truth, as both a Detective and an Extension - END
Author's Note: It might have taken me 3 years, but I finally wrote something for you, Melami! Hopefully it was worth the wait...
Also, thank you - the reader - for giving this piece a read! I can't exactly pinpoint when I'll drop the next entry, but do look forward to seeing more of our (yes OUR - OUR as in 60 minutes) favorite medium detective sometime in the future! If you have any constructive criticism or feedback, feel free to share it in the comments!
Until next time, take care and have a nice day!
(Uploaded on 6/6/26)