Ms. Detective

Who are you?

"Fuck!" I slam my fist on the desk in frustration and rest my forehead in the palm of my hand.

Another dead end.

This is the third time I have ran into a dead end in the past week. The longer I take, the more people will die. I'm the best private detective in Japan, how are they slipping past me this many times!?

With an angry grunt, I close my laptop, and slam my forehead into the desk. All I have are a few names. Kisaki Tetta, Sano Manjiro, and Hanma Shuji, Sano being the only name I had a face to.

Sano and Kisaki must be really good at covering their tracks, given i can't find a single thing on them. They had probably payed people to keep their mouth shut, since looking online only leads to nothing. I might just have to find one of them, and follow them around. I might even need to resort to using force. I'm a girl, it's not like they'd think of me as a threat. Unless they know who I am, but i seriously doubt that since I never let my identity get public. I'll come up with a plan in the morning, I'm tired.

I check the time. 2:30 am... I've been at this for ten full hours, with no sleep, no break. I've barely eaten anything. I get up from my desk, letting out a long sigh.

"Theres probably no busses right now..."

I mutter to myself as I get my jacket on. I shove my laptop into my bag, and walk to the door of my office. The office building I worked in was only known as a government building to people who worked there. It was big, and some of the floors were rented out to small businesses to keep ourselves on the down low.

The streets were calm and quiet. It was peaceful.

Was peaceful.

Until a hand was placed on my shoulder. I turn around, my hand going for the pistol on my hip instinctively. My training taught me to always be cautious of everyone- including coworkers. If someone is asking about my job and my office building- they don't work there, and are a threat.

It was a man. He was incredibly tall, with black and yellow hair, golden eyes and a long chain earring. I mentally noted down his appearance, this guy was definitely a problem.

"Do you need something?"

I ask with a cautious tone. He smiled as politely as he could, even if his eyes show his ill intent.

"Apologies, I thought you were someone else."

His voice was full of mockery, his smile turned a little mischievous as he glanced towards my hip.

"Its alright."

I don't turn my back or walk away until he does. Something about him gave me a bad feeling in my stomach. Though he looked like a regular businessman, I got this bad feeling in my gut.

This man knew who I was...didn't he?

I watched him walking away, and decided avoiding him would be the best option. I turn around and begin walking the opposite direction, figuring I'd take the long way home. But something didn't feel right. I was on edge as anxious thoughts filled my head.

I scoffed. Me? Anxious? The best detective in Japan? No one even knew who I was, I didn't even give out my real name to civilians. Even if they weren't a threat.

I take a deep breath, but the feeling of being watched didn't go away. I stop walking, and look around. Nothing and no one. Just paranoia.

I sigh, and continue walking, reassuring myself that I'm fine.

This case was pissing me off. Normally it only takes me a few days, sometimes hours, to solve a case. But this case took me more than a month, and I still haven't solved it. It made me want to punch something until my knuckles bled.

I take another deep breath to calm my temper. My anger always got the better of me, something I always hated about myself. 

"Fuck this case, fuck Toman, fuck this stupid job."

I mutter under my breath. I thought about the man from earlier. There was no way that was a accident, not with that look in his eyes. He knows exactly who I am, doesn't he? Makes me wonder how much more he knows.

I grit my teeth.

Walking home just caused me a random sense of paranoia and anxiety. I couldn't figure out why.

I got home, deadbolted the door, and made sure to lock the handle. I walk around, making sure every window and door was locked, before turning off every light in my house and walking to my room. I change out of my uniform, which was a regular pencil skirt and button up blouse to fit in more with business men. I let out a audible sigh when I notice my skirt had ripped. I need to invest in more expensive clothes, those cheap ones always rip.

I grit my teeth, and throw it at the wall. Then, I put on shorts and a baggy shirt before crawling into bed and passing out.

I must have slept for at least three hours before I woke up to a call from a unknown number. I let it go to voicemail, and noticed that they had called multiple times. Then, the screen lights up again with another call. What the fuck could they possibly want? Jesus christ.

I got a bad feeling about picking it up, so I just turned my phone off and went back to sleep. I fell back asleep, figuring I'd just listen to my voicemail in the morning.