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Mar. 7th, 2008 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSaeki’s got it. He’s fucking got it.
The minute the Rokkaku team gets close to Kai’s thoughts, too close to anything of interest to their case, there’s a subtle sensation like a ‘click’, and then Kai’s thoughts churn like a whirlpool. Observing the shift and change of Kai’s thoughts Saeki realizes that it is actually more like a merry-go-round combined with a fun house mirror. Still, Saeki is pretty sure he knows how to break through and get at the soft underbelly of Kai’s mind.
“Saeki-san.” Saeki glances up, his coffee cup is shaking in his hands. Saeki knows that by now the bags under his eyes are pronounced and not even his usual easy smile will hide the tiredness in his face. The man in front of him is young, mid twenties maybe, and has blond hair. He radiates ambition but it is overshadowed by a quiet, peaceful mind. It makes Saeki think of his father’s dojo in the spring.
“Saeki-san?” The young man’s face is closer, and he has caught Saeki’s empty cup when it slipped from his fingers. “I have been sent to take you home Saeki-san. The investigation is being put on hold.”
Saeki blinks in surprise, and he grabs at his coffee cup, grabs at the young man’s hands. Gekokujou. “What? Why? We were so close!”
Saeki’s hands are pried away by nimble fingers and his coffee cup is taken away. Saeki does not bother to follow it’s progression into the break room’s sink; he is too busy staring down at the empty space between his hands where the cup used to be. The young man is back shortly, tugging at Saeki’s elbow and getting him up off the couch. Saeki is still looking down, the ground changing from the break room’s dizzying carpet pattern to the white tailed floors of the hallway.
“It was going nowhere, and law enforcement agencies have turned up a new lead. Kai-san might not have had anything to do with it at all.” Gekokujou’s voice is soft, but deep. Saeki finds it soothing; in fact he finds everything about Gekokujou soothing, despite the sharp tang of ambition that the young man wears like cologne. Saeki is perhaps too tired to work if he does not realize what that means.
Saeki does not argue as he is escorted by the young man into a car and driven to his apartment. Gekokujou does not speak to him again during the short ride, and Saeki does not press his escort for any conversation. Saeki’s eyes are at half mast as he is dropped off in front of his apartment and the blond drives away.
Saeki’s apartment is cold; the a/c, having been left to run on automatic, has cooled the apartment down to ten degrees what Saeki has grown used to. Saeki shivers and turns the air conditioner off before settling down on his couch. The cold has shocked Saeki awake enough to realize that he should have argued more, and should most definitely have sought out a superior. The calm, quiet assurance that the young man had worn must still be lingering though because Saeki does not get up and pull out his communicator to call someone. Instead Saeki turns on his media unit and finds a news station.
“…Krauser has been brought in for questioning as well as Sergei Mihajlovic Mikhailov. Reports that Rokkaku has been pulled from the case are still unsubstantiated.”
Saeki shoots up at that, rocketing out of his couch and pulling out the slim mobile communicator that Ojii had given him two years ago. It is outdated now, mobile units having turned into microchips you installed in your wrist and projecting holograms, but Saeki still likes it. He knows that he and most of Rokkaku prefers to keep as much technology out of their body as possible.
Saeki presses the button to contact Aoi. Saeki waits for Aoi to respond and curses silently under his breath when he gets Aoi’s messaging service. Aoi must not have his communicator charged, or on, or in reach. Aoi tended to be the most forgetful when it came to such things.
“…the assassin still at large, but the missing Hayashi Shinya is believed to be the mastermind behind…”
Ringing Ryou next Saeki paces his apartment impatiently, three soft pings ringing in Saeki’s ear before Ryou answers.
“…allo?” Ryou mutters, obviously half asleep. “Saeki?”
“Thank god, Ryou, are you at home?” Saeki knew that Ryou had been questioning the prisoner when Saeki went to drink his coffee and think things over, but that had been two hours ago.
“Mmmm.” Saeki heard shifting, Ryou was rolling over, no doubt tangling his bed sheets around his legs in that way Saeki had always admired. “I am. I got driven home by… some tall boy with white hair. Sweetheart. He even walked me to my apartment.” The sleepiness was beginning to wear off and Saeki wondered if Ryou had just stepped into his apartment and immediately gone to bed. “That was around an hour ago… Saeki is no one with the prisoner?”
Saeki glared at the three-d images his media center was projecting at him. In the background of his mind Saeki could almost hear Kai jeering. “Turn on your M.C. Ryou, and tell me what you think.”
Saeki hears Ryou moving again, the communicator so sensitive that Ryou could be breathing down Saeki’s neck and the noises would not be crisper. There is a click as Ryou’s media center turns on and then Saeki hears Ryou flip to a news station. Ryou choses a different station then the one Saeki is on but Saeki can tell that the news they are delivering barely varies.
“Son of a-”
There is a sudden harsh buzz and Saeki winces. “Ryou, I’ve got Bane ringing me. Want me to patch him through?”
“Do.” Ryou’s tone is harsh and angry. Saeki presses the button to initiate a three way and ignores the sounds of Ryou pulling clothes over his head. He just thanks all the saints that none of them ever went for the visual communications devices.
“Saeki, Ryou?” Bane sounded worried, and loud. No doubt Bane was pressing his phone right up against the mouth piece. Picking up his remote Saeki signaled for the volume on his media center to lower. “Have you seen the news?”
“When did you get home Bane?” Saeki questions; knowing from the sound of Ryou’s grunt that Ryou has just pulled on a pair of pants.
“Around half an hour ago.” Bane says, worried. “Why?”
Ryou picks up the communicator again, a sharp hiss spilling out of his mouth. “They must have wanted to make sure to get us out one by one so we did not suspect anything. Who took you home Bane?”
Saeki listened to Bane describe a sleepy blond with a cheerful disposition taking him home, his eyes glued to his media center’s screen. All Saeki was seeing was Oshitari’s smug self assured smirk.
“Saeki-san.” Saeki glances up, his coffee cup is shaking in his hands. Saeki knows that by now the bags under his eyes are pronounced and not even his usual easy smile will hide the tiredness in his face. The man in front of him is young, mid twenties maybe, and has blond hair. He radiates ambition but it is overshadowed by a quiet, peaceful mind. It makes Saeki think of his father’s dojo in the spring.
“Saeki-san?” The young man’s face is closer, and he has caught Saeki’s empty cup when it slipped from his fingers. “I have been sent to take you home Saeki-san. The investigation is being put on hold.”
Saeki blinks in surprise, and he grabs at his coffee cup, grabs at the young man’s hands. Gekokujou. “What? Why? We were so close!”
Saeki’s hands are pried away by nimble fingers and his coffee cup is taken away. Saeki does not bother to follow it’s progression into the break room’s sink; he is too busy staring down at the empty space between his hands where the cup used to be. The young man is back shortly, tugging at Saeki’s elbow and getting him up off the couch. Saeki is still looking down, the ground changing from the break room’s dizzying carpet pattern to the white tailed floors of the hallway.
“It was going nowhere, and law enforcement agencies have turned up a new lead. Kai-san might not have had anything to do with it at all.” Gekokujou’s voice is soft, but deep. Saeki finds it soothing; in fact he finds everything about Gekokujou soothing, despite the sharp tang of ambition that the young man wears like cologne. Saeki is perhaps too tired to work if he does not realize what that means.
Saeki does not argue as he is escorted by the young man into a car and driven to his apartment. Gekokujou does not speak to him again during the short ride, and Saeki does not press his escort for any conversation. Saeki’s eyes are at half mast as he is dropped off in front of his apartment and the blond drives away.
Saeki’s apartment is cold; the a/c, having been left to run on automatic, has cooled the apartment down to ten degrees what Saeki has grown used to. Saeki shivers and turns the air conditioner off before settling down on his couch. The cold has shocked Saeki awake enough to realize that he should have argued more, and should most definitely have sought out a superior. The calm, quiet assurance that the young man had worn must still be lingering though because Saeki does not get up and pull out his communicator to call someone. Instead Saeki turns on his media unit and finds a news station.
“…Krauser has been brought in for questioning as well as Sergei Mihajlovic Mikhailov. Reports that Rokkaku has been pulled from the case are still unsubstantiated.”
Saeki shoots up at that, rocketing out of his couch and pulling out the slim mobile communicator that Ojii had given him two years ago. It is outdated now, mobile units having turned into microchips you installed in your wrist and projecting holograms, but Saeki still likes it. He knows that he and most of Rokkaku prefers to keep as much technology out of their body as possible.
Saeki presses the button to contact Aoi. Saeki waits for Aoi to respond and curses silently under his breath when he gets Aoi’s messaging service. Aoi must not have his communicator charged, or on, or in reach. Aoi tended to be the most forgetful when it came to such things.
“…the assassin still at large, but the missing Hayashi Shinya is believed to be the mastermind behind…”
Ringing Ryou next Saeki paces his apartment impatiently, three soft pings ringing in Saeki’s ear before Ryou answers.
“…allo?” Ryou mutters, obviously half asleep. “Saeki?”
“Thank god, Ryou, are you at home?” Saeki knew that Ryou had been questioning the prisoner when Saeki went to drink his coffee and think things over, but that had been two hours ago.
“Mmmm.” Saeki heard shifting, Ryou was rolling over, no doubt tangling his bed sheets around his legs in that way Saeki had always admired. “I am. I got driven home by… some tall boy with white hair. Sweetheart. He even walked me to my apartment.” The sleepiness was beginning to wear off and Saeki wondered if Ryou had just stepped into his apartment and immediately gone to bed. “That was around an hour ago… Saeki is no one with the prisoner?”
Saeki glared at the three-d images his media center was projecting at him. In the background of his mind Saeki could almost hear Kai jeering. “Turn on your M.C. Ryou, and tell me what you think.”
Saeki hears Ryou moving again, the communicator so sensitive that Ryou could be breathing down Saeki’s neck and the noises would not be crisper. There is a click as Ryou’s media center turns on and then Saeki hears Ryou flip to a news station. Ryou choses a different station then the one Saeki is on but Saeki can tell that the news they are delivering barely varies.
“Son of a-”
There is a sudden harsh buzz and Saeki winces. “Ryou, I’ve got Bane ringing me. Want me to patch him through?”
“Do.” Ryou’s tone is harsh and angry. Saeki presses the button to initiate a three way and ignores the sounds of Ryou pulling clothes over his head. He just thanks all the saints that none of them ever went for the visual communications devices.
“Saeki, Ryou?” Bane sounded worried, and loud. No doubt Bane was pressing his phone right up against the mouth piece. Picking up his remote Saeki signaled for the volume on his media center to lower. “Have you seen the news?”
“When did you get home Bane?” Saeki questions; knowing from the sound of Ryou’s grunt that Ryou has just pulled on a pair of pants.
“Around half an hour ago.” Bane says, worried. “Why?”
Ryou picks up the communicator again, a sharp hiss spilling out of his mouth. “They must have wanted to make sure to get us out one by one so we did not suspect anything. Who took you home Bane?”
Saeki listened to Bane describe a sleepy blond with a cheerful disposition taking him home, his eyes glued to his media center’s screen. All Saeki was seeing was Oshitari’s smug self assured smirk.
