Ghost in the Closet

An Unannounced Bystander

Slipping his phone into his pocket, Saihara groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck. "What's wrong?" Akamatsu asked, his friends cautious of the detective's sudden anger.

"Work is holding an emergency meeting. I need to leave now," he sighed. Work meetings were nothing short of Hell.

"Oh, oh, I totally wanna see that!" Ouma cried, zipping over to Saihara and grinning behind him.

"You are not telling the entire office that I'm haunted," Saihara sighed.

"Nope! Only Saihara-Chan and his pussy friends can see me!" Ouma giggled, raising a forefinger to his lips.

"Hey! I'm not a pussy!" Momota shouted. He never liked his masculinity being offended and wouldn't ever accept how fragile it was.

"Look a ghost!" The ghost cried, pointing behind Momota.

"Where?!" He turned deathly pale, turning to survey the area where Ouma pointed. Everyone facepalmed whilst Ouma laughed so hard that if he had working lungs, he'd probably be rolling on the floor and wheezing.

Saihara glared at the ghost. "You're fucking annoying." He turned and waved goodbye to his friends, watching the ghost vanish into thin air as Saihara left the home.

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"What about you Saihara? Any news on your case?" Great, it's his turn. Saihara shook his head, listening to the coworker beside him scoff. Turning to the strawberry blonde, his eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. "Got a problem?"

Iruma Miu rolled her icy-blue eyes, adjusting her hairpins. The woman used to work alongside Saihara in the homicide division but recently changed to focus on technology since she had a knack for tinkering. He never liked her, and she never liked him. "You've been working on this fuckin' case for how long now, and you haven't gotten fuckin' anywhere?! Should you even be a detective?!"

He grinned, swinging his right leg over his left. "I have more information than you ever had in a year." Little did everyone know just how much information he knew.

Iruma glared at the man and pointed. "Do you wanna fight?!" Uncrossing his arms, Saihara cracked his knuckles and turned to the woman. Everyone around them rolled their eyes, used to the antics.

"Saihara, Iruma, stop. If this rivalry continues then I will be forced to take action." Rolling his eyes, the bluenette turned to his boss and sighed, crossing his arms again. His coworkers sighed in relief. They all knew of his violent and emotional tendencies, his boss warned everyone to be careful around him. Everyone respected his boundaries, everyone except for Iruma who did whatever the fuck she wanted, even if it teetered on the edge of legality.

Kirigiri Kyoko - the highest-ranking person in the detective agency - cleared her throat, gaining everyone's attention. "Saihara, please go over all the information you have so far."

Lazily grabbing the manilla folder he snatched from his office, Saihara chucked it open with a frown. God, he hated these fucking meetings. Why couldn't they do them during regular hours? Who cares that everyone had important things to attend to at work, he had important things to do in his personal life!

"Only attacks during nighttime, suggesting that they're either in school or a regular day job. They target priorly accused criminals that were found not guilty or not liable. The killer also carves the letter T into their victims' bodies." Saihara read the bare minimum of his notes, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the cold, bare meeting room.

"We already knew all of that," Iruma groaned.

"That's all I have," the man shrugged. It took all of his effort not to laugh at the juxtaposition. A detective investigating a serial killer who happened to be himself? How laughable.