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Going to see your father was unpleasant.

Jinmon was investigated Nishida for two days, but he wouldn't crack. You'd offered to have a go at him, but since he did stab you in the leg and you'd beaten him up really bad with a baseball bat, Jinmon was only giving you 30 minutes. She also made sure there was a cop in the room with you to supervise. Though you didn't like being treated like a child it made sense. You did threaten the last person you interrogated.

You were picked up by Jinmon since Katsuki didn't want you driving, which makes sense to you since you were stabbed in the right calf and drive with your left foot. But oh well, at least you got to catch up with Jinmon on the way.

You'd met her freshmen year of college, and all she ever talked about was being a detective. Even though you were both 25, it felt like she was more of an older sister to you. She pulled up to the station and helped you out of the car.

"You sure you can do this?" "Yep. I'll try not to kick any tables over this time." "I don't think you could even if you wanted to." You have her a look before walking behind her into the station. She greeted a few people but kept on her pace to the interrogation room. She opened the door for you, and you walked into the room. There was only a table and two chairs in the room, the only two people inside being Nishida and an officer.

You walked over to the chair and sat down, looking at your father. His hands were in handcuffs and chained to the table. It made you happy that you didn't look anything like him. He was tall and skinny with short black hair. His face had still been bruised from when you beat it in, which pleased you. "Nishida." You said plainly as you looked at him.

The room was quiet, and he wasn't saying a word. He just looked at the chains that held his hands. "Not talkative, huh? I guess that makes sense. Don't think you would know what to say after you pulled your daughter away from the only family she'd known, took her to a foreign country, abandoned her, and let's not forgot of course sending people to kill her and her family. I'd be speechless myself."

He still didn't speak, and you leaned down on the table and looked at him. "Look Nishida, I've got about twenty-five minutes left in here and then you'll never see me again. So if there's something you'd like to fucking say you might as well say it now." He looked up at you, his green eyes looking at you. "I did what I had to." "Bull-fucking-shit."

It felt like you were at a standoff, looking at each other to see who would crack. "Look, when Lucía died I-" "Don't you dare say her name. You don't get to say her fucking name anymore." Nishida took a breath, wanting to snap but knowing he couldn't. He could barely see out of his right eye as it is.

"When your mother died, I had no one left except you. My family was in Japan, and you're my daughter, so that meant you came with me." You scoffed at his words while tapping your finger on the table. "Did you ever think about me? My family? My tia and tios and Abuela and primos? How about my sister, my brother who I just got to have a connection with at twenty-four? You took me away from the only life I'd ever had."

"I'm your father. You came with me and a raised you." "Well, obviously I was too much of a hassle because you left me at a fucking foster home at eleven. Do you know what it feels like to be moved from home to home when you know you still have a family? Thank heavens UA got dorms because it was the first time I'd felt stable in eight years." He just looked at you, no sympathy in his eyes.

"Okay, I didn't come here for all this family shit. Tell Detective Jimon what she needs. You're going to get locked up for breaking along with assault. So you might as well tell them who you work for and why you tried to kill us." He still didn't say anything, and frankly, you were done with him. Standing up, you got back on your crutches and were about to walk out.

Nishida looked at you, sighing before twirling his fingers. "I don't work for anyone." What made you stop. "Elaborate." You didn't turn back around, but we're happy he'd finally cracked. "The people who went to kill you work for me... I sent them. You're wondering why, and it's because I needed to get rid of everything connected to my life. I didn't know you had a daughter, and I would never hurt an infant. That's why you caught me in her room. I was planning on getting rid of you and taking her with me. Starting over. Becoming the father I never got to be."

By the time he was done you were shaking, gripping the rubber part of the crutches so hard it felt like they would break in half. "I want you to hear me very clearly Nishida. You will never get a chance to start again.  You're a shit person, and for the rest of your life, you're going to rot in jail. If you want to get rid of your life, congrats, you just have. I will never think or talk about you again, I will never tell my daughter who you are, and when you're dying in the dirty cell they put you in you're going to think about the last thing I ever said to you." You turned around, looking at him with the straightest face you could make.

"Suck my fucking dick."

You opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind you. "y/n thank you so much, we got everything we-" Jinmon stopped when you turned to her with tears in her eyes. "Oh, come here." She pulled you in for a hug, and you cried into her shoulder. Jinmon really wasn't the most affectionate person. But she knew you were hurting, more than she could ever understand, and that you needed someone.

"I'll make sure the press won't find out about this. And he'll be locked away for the rest of his life. If you want I could set you up with my therapist. She's a nice lady and..." Though she was trying to help, you couldn't really hear her. The world was spinning and you felt like passing out.

At least you'd never see him again.