The universe hates Sanzu and Sanzu hates the universe back.
Is this karma? For all his crimes back in Bonten? He would not be surprised honestly, but in his defense, he was high during every other execution. And that is only counting the times he got his own hands bloody, instead of relying on subordinates to do the dirty job. Then he could see why the universe might not like him that much.
He had arrived at the CD store, looking all expensive, all handsome, a bit wasted. The fur decorations and the occasional leopard pattern made it look like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine. The sunglasses, black mask, and the beret (which he, unfortunately, felt the need to wear, after what Hanma said to him) complimented the outfit, all while successfully hiding his identity.
He had even managed to evade all Toman personnel and arrive without being noticed. So why was this woman telling him that she just fired Takemichi this morning?
"I-I'm sorry sir, but as I said Hanagaki was discharged early-"
"Yeah, I fucking heard you." Sanzu hissed. The woman must have assumed that his sudden stillness meant he must have not heard her when in reality Sanzu was pondering the meaning of life. And why every single plan since arriving in this future has completely and utterly failed.
He ignored the ringing on his phone as he walked back to the car that drove him there. That woman better beg to whatever god was listening that he had no time to waste.
Luckily for Sanzu's sanity, he had a plan b.
Visiting Naoto.
Getting information on the detective was not difficult either, after escaping said "accident" that killed his sister, Naoto had been on Toman's watchlist. However, he was not considered a pest enough to be directly dealt with.
After he told the driver what direction to travel to, Sanzu felt the delirium filled by alcohol and lack of sleep kick in. Still. He powered through, holding back the urge to vomit.
Once again he ignored the notifications blowing up his phone. Instead, deciding to stare at the street outside and wondering if he'll ever go back to 2005. It did not matter much now, however, because once he got his hands on Takemichi he wi-
"We have arrived, sir." The driver said, snapping Sanzu back to reality.
Sanzu wasted no time slamming the car door open and walking towards the building with a hurried pace. His fingers twitched with the need to hold a gun or just strangle a neck until he felt death arrive by his own will. No matter the outcome today, for the sake of everyone else in the building that Naoto better be in his apartment.
It did not take long for him to arrive in front of the apartment. He peaked through the mail slot, where he saw the lights of the house on.
So someone was home.
Sanzu knocked, immediately hiding from the peephole's view.
Soon enough he heard the door unlock, and very hesitantly open. Sanzu sucked in a breath, preparing his posture to grab Naoto the moment he showed himself.
A face peeked out the entrance, his eyes immediately landing on Sanzu and widening in recognition and horror.
Once again it seemed that the disguise failed to do its jork, despite Sanzu hiding his most recognizable features. But it did not matter. Naoto was in front of him, and Sanzu was one step closer to finding Takemichi.
"You know who I am," Sanzu stated. Naoto did not respond, simply backing away. He almost fell to the ground, but Sanzu grabbed his shirt's collar, pulling him back up on his feet. "I have a few questions, Tachibana. And I'm sure you are willing to answer, are you not?"
