𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 // 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 "𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺" 𝘴. (HIATUS)

⇢7.

🚨TW! Suicide 🚨

Also not proofread, so there's probably some typos ngl.

And this one's like...1000 words more than the previous chapters so...grab a snack lol.

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"Hm," Naoto started in bewilderment, scrolling through some of his files. "I'm not finding a (First Name) (Last Name).

"WHAT?!?!"

"Yeah, that's not showing up..."

Takemichi's stomach dropped at the detective's next words. His eyes blink rapidly, refusing to believe what he's witnessing. Frantically scanning over the screen, he found it was true.

"...but there's a (First Name) Kisaki."

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"NO WAY!!!"

The poor detective was tossed to the side like a ragdoll as Takemichi shoved him aside, ogling extremely close to the computer screen. Naoto rubbed irritably at his side, as it hit the wall due to being shoved to the side. Wincing, he looked over at Takemichi.

"Yeah, (Your Name) is married to Kisaki. Why's that such a surprise?"

"It's just...like I said earlier, (Your Name) has a great judge of character, and her marrying Kisaki just doesn't seem like something she'd do. If anything...I thought she'd end up with Mikey-Kun at the rate they're going."

"Really," Naoto inquired with narrowed eyes. "(Your Name) has a lot of charges stacked against her as well. They're like the Bonnie and Clyde of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Takemichi."

"SHE JOINED TOMAN AND GOT WITH KISAKI?!?!" Takemichi's eyes appeared to bulge out of his head. "I...I can't believe it."

Takemichi's blue eyes scanned the screen, a heavy feeling of repugnance resolving deep within his stomach. The information able to be obtained from the files were: (Your Name)'s first, middle, and last name, date of birth, the fact that she and Tetta were married, and a laundry list of crimes Mikey, Tetta, and herself had committed together and independently.

'THE MALEVOLENT MONARCHS OF TOKYO,'

was plastered at the top of their joint crime reports, a picture of (Your Name) and Tetta together. A slightly taller, more mature (Your Name) straddled Tetta's lap. A long, sleek, black dress draped over her form, hugging her rather nicely. Her head rested atop her husband's, an arm draped around his shoulders, holding his head close to her chest, and a shiny pistol held leisurely in her other hand. A sinister smirk was plastered on Tetta's face as an arm wrapped securely wrapped around his beautiful wife's waist, holding her close to his body. His head rested possessively in her cleavage, utilizing her breast to support his head. In his free hand, a glistening pistol matched that of his wife's.

It was petrifying how much they matched one another.

Pushing himself away from the computer, Takemichi sat himself down onto the leather couch. Dragging a hand down his face, he released a sigh in exasperation.

'There's just no way she'd actually...'

"Naoto...let's go talk to Mikey-kun."

"It's too dangerous!"

"I want to see him and talk to him in person," Takemichi retaliated quickly.

"There's no point in talking to him," Naoto tried to reason.