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"When we're old and have to leave the Earth,"
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TW: ABUSE, MENTIONS OF SU*CIDE, GORE
The silence that encapsulated the room was nothing short of awkward. Yaga had finished telling the boys that there was no point in waiting as they would be there for a while.
Sickening curiosity filled me, as we remained in silence only for a little while.
"So? What's up?" I awkwardly asked, hoping being a temporary accomplice to Satoru and Suguru's immature endeavours hadn't finally caught up to me.
Yaga just cleared his throat, placing a stack of paper onto his oak desk. His eyes met my pensive ones as he sighed, flicking through the stack of paper. He pulled out a smaller piece and held it up to his face, the back of it facing me.
"Y/N. The higher ups launched a private investigation on you without my knowledge. And...they found some things about you that you might want to know."
I froze up.
An investigation on what?
So, the old bastards never liked me. That much was common knowledge. But wasting their time on a full fledged investigation? I tensed up at the thought.
"Y'mean Japan's higher ups?" I tried to pry, hoping it was them and not the French ones. They were evil.
"Well, yes." He gulped.
"Well? What did they discover?"
Did I really want to know?
Without even granting me the honour of a response, Yaga handed me the card in his grasp. Hesitantly, I took the piece of card from him, still maintaining eye contact with the solemn man.
I turned it around between my fingertips, and at first glance, it seemed to just be a photo card of a family I didn't automatically recognise. Just a woman holding a baby whilst seated, and a man behind her, holding her shoulders with his large hands. They looked sad, tired, and young. On both sides of the man were two older people, a man and a woman. They seemed more stern than who I assumed were the young couple. Their clothing was rather elaborate too. They were all dressed to the nines in jewellery and designer clothes.
I focused my attention on the baby.
I couldn't exactly tell its gender, but it was held lovingly in its mother's grasp.
