ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ [ғɪɴᴀʟ]

21 August 2007
Approximately 4:23 P.M
Kanagawa Prefecture
Tokyo, Japan

warning(s): slight blood/gore, heavy cursing

Gojo looked at you with a trembling gaze. His glasses were gone, leaving you alone with his striking blue eyes. The door burst open and he was grabbed by his shoulder.

“Time’s up. She hasn’t said a word, so get out.”

“No, j-just wait a second--”

“No!” Suko snapped. “Get out!”

“Just go, Satoru,” You said, uncrossing your legs. The chains around your wrists rattled as you set your hands on the table.

He was hesitant, but he did as you said. You had something planned. He could tell.

“Please, have a seat,” You sighed, motioning to the now unoccupied seat. Suko glared at you.

“I’m giving you one more chance to change your story,” He growled. “Or I’ll shove you from the dock personally.”

“Take a good look at me, Detective Suko,” You said, leaning forward. “Does it look like I give a fuck who shoves me off? I’ll end up dead one way or another,”

“Did you do it just to be executed? A murder-suicide?” Suko asked. “Let me guess, you just didn’t have the balls to kill yourself.”

“Oh, I could kill myself any time that I wanted to,”

You held something up between your fingers. For a moment, he didn’t know what it was. But as he saw the little purple capsule, he knew exactly what it was. He leaned forward and tried to snatch it, but you were faster and retracted your hand, covering it safely in your palm.

“It’s standard procedure for all Special Grade to carry a cyanide pill in case we were captured by an organization or were in a situation where we had to chose our life or the information we know. If I wanted to, all I had to do was pop this little pill in my mouth and I’d take care of myself,” You said, quirking a brow. “The only reason I’m here is to buy him some time. And for my own personal entertainment.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He snapped.

“You wouldn’t expect it from a little teen girl like me, would you?” You sighed, placing your hands in your lap. “I-I just thought all of this would be fun! I...didn’t expect them to really die. Please, you have to believe me!”

You grabbed his hands, your touch making him shudder as you looked at him with teary eyes. You rose from your chair slightly, making him look at the cut in your shirt. You could see the very top of your clevage. He swallowed hard.

“Please, it was him. He made me do this. I didn’t know that’s what he wanted me to do!” You said, squeezing his hands. “H-He forced me into this! I-I was scared, s-so I listened!”

“J-Just calm down,” He said, easing you back in your seat gently. “I-I might be able to cut you a deal with the attorney.”

“R-really?” You asked.

“I...can pull a few strings. I might be able to get you life in prison,” He said quietly.

“Oh, thank you so much, Detective Suko,” You said, hands on his chest. “Is there anything I can do to help my case?”

Your thighs pressed together, your skirt rolling up your skin a little. He looked down and gulped, his fingers brushing on your skin. The next moment, he was flung back in his seat, the chair tipping over and falling on the ground. He jumped up as you sat forward, glaring at him with a look that could kill.

“You’re so fucking disgusting. You would take advantage of a teenage girl who was scared in order to get a little pussy. You have a wife and a child, don’t you? How would they react to your infidelity?” You spat, eyes darkening with anger. “To answer your question, ‘Why did I do this?’...”

There was a short pause. You glanced at the clock before leaning forward, hands on the table, crossing one leg over the other.

“I did this because of pigs like you. You would do anything just to get a little action. And who are you supposed to be again? Humanity’s protectors? The smiling faces that are supposed to make women feel safe when they walk alone? Or the man the children see and instantly know they will be safe?” You laughed bitterly. “Please! You’re all nothing but scumbags. Worthless, self-indulgent, cock-sucking, pigs.”

“Y-You shut the fuck up, you manipulating bitch!” He yelled, slamming his hands on the table.

“I’m going to kill every. Single. Person. In this precienct, starting,” Lacing your fingers together, you pointed your index fingers at him from across the table. “With you. And when I do, you’ll understand what your very first mistake was.”

Leaning back, your lips spread into a grin as you tossed the cyanide pill on the table. “Let the record show the time is now 1800 hours, or 6 P.M. In the next ten minutes, every man in this building will die.”

The door burst open.

“Get those chains off her!”

And so, Gojo figured it out. But, it was too late. There was a loud band at the front, and immediately screaming filled the air. Suko looked to you, watching as you stood to your feet.

“It was fun while it lasted,” You sighed, meeting his gaze as the chains slipped to the floor. “But it seems like my ride is here already.”

“Shit!” Gojo exclaimed, bolting from the door.

“Wh-what the f-fuck?” Suko said, rushing to pull his weapon out. The chain curled around his wrist, his head bashing against the table as you yanked him down. You walked around the table, pulling him back onto his feet.

“In this new world, only the pure-hearted shamans can survive. Disgusting pigs like you can rot in hell for all I care. And I would say this isn’t personal,” You grabbed his head, facing him towards the one-way mirror. Behind it, you knew a camera was there. “But--”

The door opened.

“Figures they would have put you in the last room,” His voice filled the air, his teps following suit. “Ah, this must be the detective. Suko, right?”

“Wh-who the fuck are y-you?” He trembled with fear.

“Geto Suguru,” He hummed, tapping the top of your hand. You let go of the man’s head. Geto turned Suko to face him, giving a little pat on his shoulder before slamming his fist to his face. His nose broke on impact, and Geto slammed his palm over his face before he could react. “Pleasure to meet you.”

You turned your head away, shuddering at the sound of his head bursting, his blood and brains splattering on the glass behind him. You heard a slight shuffling of fabric before Geto was calling your name. He finished wiping his hands before grabbing your chin, dabbing at your cut carefully.

“Sorry I was late,” He said. “Ran into a few road-blocks.”

You moved his hands away, placing your head on his chest. Geto frowned. He grabbed your hands.

Your rings were gone.

“I think you’re just in time, Sugar.”