Chainsaw Man the Anthology | One-shots

AKIANGEL 🛳️ Prompt Four: "Lights, Camera, Crime" (Alternate Universe)

[Law Enforcement AU —> Sergeant! Aki x Officer! Angel, both in their late twenties-early thirties]

TW⚠️:  MATURE CONTENT
* Some graphic descriptions of fictional crimes (potential goriness)
* Mention of s3xual a$$ault
* Offensive language
* The k1ll3r is not based on anyone real, he is completely fictional, and only for the purpose of this oneshot fanfiction (created by me)

Disclaimer:
I am not law enforcement, nor am I that educated on the ranking system, how the departments communicate, or what the members of each force do. With that being said, please take this fanfiction's logic factor with a grain of salt and focus on the narrative!

  Thank you :)

"LIGHTS, CAMERA, CRIME"

The line at Kurikku Kurikku ["Click Click"] is particularly long for an amateur film on a Monday, but Aki and I will still stick to our plan of seeing the newest installment of Eyes on You, a psychological thriller slash dark romance series that came out under a year ago. The film itself isn't high budget, hence why they could complete a full sequel and a behind-the-scenes special so soon. Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, everyone decides to show up last minute when the movie was nearing its final week of air time. It hasn't really been the most popular with the masses, but that's exactly why he and I have chosen it; we want to watch it in irony and laugh at the poorly CGI'd visual effects and corny acting.

This is, only if we can get in. We are at the door now after half an hour of waiting, walking in with our white square tickets when we are stopped at a checkpoint by a burly-looking, mustached man wearing a neon yellow vest and a name tag that says, "Burt".

Strange name to see in Tokyo, but okay.

"Tickets please." he gruffs at us.

I hand him my ticket and proceed to hand Aki's as well, accidentally brushing the tips of my gloved hands against his own. Aki doesn't seem to notice and scrolls through e-mails on his phone—all probably from Chief Inspector Makima sent to the Tokyo Special Division 4 squad. I couldn't bother to care since I'm enjoying a day off with my boyfriend, but that's where him and I differ. He's a workaholic. I hate working. It's a miracle how we even communicate on anything.

"I thought you said no more playing Sergeant Hayakawa today, dude."

He looks up at me from his phone and quickly clicks off the tab as if he's committed a crime. I  receive the stamped tickets from "Burt" and listen to his instructions on how to find our theatre while dragging Aki along with me.

"It's not playing, it's my job" he defends.

"Okay, but we aren't on duty—we are at the movies. Can't you ever just chill?"