BSD Chat/texting fic

Chapter twenty-seven: there's a dead body.

||In the 'Alliance' chat||

Oppo: Nakajima, why is there a dead body in the middle of the office? @Javan_Tiger

Javan_Tiger: I assure you, that individual was not me; I am well-versed in the art of tidying up my own messes.

Oppo: Then who might it have been?

Siberian_Tiger: I saw a woman in the office earlier, she had really pale skin, I think she's a vampire or something.

Javan_Tiger: What is the hue of her luscious locks?

Siberian_Tiger: ahh.. Redish brownish I think, it was really early, I couldn't see it properly

Javan_Tiger: Dark teardrop-shaped stains beneath her eyes?

Siberian_Tiger: yes.

Javan_Tiger: I shall handle this, Kunikida-san.

Oppo: Thank you Nakajima-sama..
Oppo: Wait, you know this person?

Javan_Tiger went offline

The woman with dark skin, vibrant orange hair and golden eyes stood from her bed within the building she lived in. She silently stalked out of her bedroom and entered the living room/meeting area. Her eyebrow twitched as she stood in front of the three couches. "Mena Kazma, make haste and present yourself before me this instant." Victoria's voice echoed around the silent building.

A woman with skin as white as snow, hair as red as blood and eyes as red as ruby entered the room. The three black teardrop marks under each eye were burned onto her perfect, clear skin and painted in soot. "Yes, 'Toria?" Mena asked, sighing as she sat down on the couch.

The woman had two black harns poking out of her red hair and was dressed in a deep purple, almost black jumpsuit. The succubus looked up at the weretiger.

"What led you to grace the esteemed premises of the illustrious armed detectives agency, Deca?" Victoria's tone was icy and harsh, causing Mena to pause.

"I was looking for you, 'Toria." Mena sighed and looked away. That was a lie, whenever Mena looked away the woman was lying, everyone knows it. Victoria's eyes brightened in colour slightly

"Mena, I implore you to abstain from deceiving me. I shall pose this inquiry once more, for the final time, pray tell, what compelled your presence at the esteemed agency?" Victoria's voice was cold and harsh, her glare causing a shiver of terror to run down the demons back.

"My target was there so I killed him and left." The latter admitted, looking away.

"Is this yet another manifestation of your deranged obsession, my dear? It appears that the departed soul happens to be of the fairer sex." Victoria sighed, shaking her head, arms crossed over her chest.

Mena bit her bottom lip, slamming her fist into her own leg. "Why does that matter!?"

"Your infatuation with Tachihara seems to have transcended all reasonable boundaries, my dear. I had hoped that you had moved on from such an obsession, but alas, it appears that I was mistaken." Victoria's harsh voice softened slightly, breaking on the next few words.

"Mena, dear, it is imperative that you seek assistance. This current state of affairs is far from conducive to your well-being."

Mena's eye twitched. "I'm perfectly fucking fine!" She yelled as she stood up, her ruby red eyes glowing.

"I implore you, refrain from employing your ability upon my person." Victoria's mood went from concerned to enraged in seconds, sharp, tiger-like fans snapping down in her mouth and her pupils dilating in rage. "Please take a seat, Mena, before I summon Lunna." The treat was cold and vicious.

"There will be no need for that, Tigress." A gentle voice echoed through the living/meeting room. "I have already booked Mena an appointment with a therapist, I will be taking her there today."

The woman who had just joined them, Kitsune– Nine Tail, Lunna Kasmi, the leader of their unit and their mother-figure in a way. The long blonde hair, wrapped in an elegant bun atop her head, her emerald green eyes which were always gentle and loving, her pale, healthy skin. This was their leader.

The captain of the assassination unit.

"Captain, I was unaware of your presence in this vicinity." Victoria bowed, keeping her bow low to show the respect she held for the other woman.

'What the fuck!?" Mena hissed. "I don't need a therapist!"

"You do, you have over thirty-two photos of Tachihara-kun on your wall." A soft, sweet voice cooned from a bedroom just beyond the kitchen, the room between Mena and Lunnas. Milla had just walked into the open space. "And, you're not as quiet as you think you are when you're using that vibrat–"

"Milla, darling, that's enough." Lunna cut the woman with pale, blue skin, purple and blue hair and silver eyes off. They didn't need to know of Mena's one person activities at night. And by the flustered look on Mena's face she didn't want them to know either.

Victoria held in a chuckle.

Lunna sighed, "Your first session with your new therapist is tomorrow at 2pm, I will be taking you." She said simply without looking away from the rage in Mena's face.