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#004

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

july 7th, 2004

YOU LOOKED TOWARD YOUR BROTHER

—he sat next to you in the backseat of the police car.

"bruh, this is bout to piss me off, i just got out the JDC!" he complains, the officer in the passenger seat quickly taps on the device in hand.

"you got out... two years ago and a half years ago," he says, before turning to you, "you got out two years ago."

"Mr. Officer, can i ask you a question?" you ask, leaning up towards the clear window with holes in it.

"yes?" the younger one in the passenger seat had been more than kind to you. he'd been much gentler than the man who'd arrested Aito, as your brother currently had a busted lip. comparably, when you'd been detained previously, the officer was inherently super creepy, so this was a definite step up.

"so, like, what am i getting in trouble for? like i know you said it, but it was like confusing me, am i going to be in prison for the rest of my time being hot?" you say, he pushes open the partition.

"well, i'll be honest, you both will probably end up with racketeering in corrupt organizations, which is pretty bad, but if you get a good lawyer you might be able to fight the charge. looking at both of your case files, you'll probably get one for orchestrating gang violence, money laundering, and drug trafficking," he explains

you sit quietly, "Aito, i think we're gonna need a good lawyer."

"don't worry, i got it," he responds.

"also," the older man in the driver's seat speaks, "you, young man, will probably end up with a charge for resisting arrest, and assault on an officer," he touches a tissue to his nose that was still bleeding.

"okay, but you punched me in the face first, so," Aito sasses, the blood from his mouth had dripped all down his shirt, as he didn't have the luxury of a tissue, "that's assault on a minor, thank you."

"Mr. police officer, i think when you were putting me in the car you ripped my shorts, so when we get wherever we're going can i have a pair of pants," you sweetly ask.

"he has a name," the older officer says.

"it's okay, she's cute," the younger one quietly says, "yeah, i got you, and when we get to the station, i'll have to talk to you, in, uh, private," he clears his throat.

"down horrendous," your brother scoffs.

"you two were a part of s-62, am i right?" the older man asks, adjusting the rearview mirror, you catch a glimpse of his name tag, reading Guchita.

"what do you mean?"
"what's that?" you and Aito simultaneously sweat drop.

"s-62, well according to the computer, you were at the same juvenile detention center in 2001, then went on to create your own gang," Guchita explains. "and you're tied to the Tokyo Manji Gang, correct, brother gangs?"

"what are you? a stalker?" Aito asks.

"well, i've been assigned to your case for a while; you two had multiple warrants out."