A/N: I know nothing about supernatural. That doesn't stop me from writing about it! A mysterious information dealer whom even the heroes depend on. Exciting isn't it! I totally should be studying. I'm in the middle of my exams TT. But meh...
If you are sensitive to stuff like death and other crime stuff, this fic is not for you. Trigger words are uncensored here (I forgot people did that...).
I gestured to the figure standing in front of me.
"Pull a chair."
Hesitant, the man sat down.
"What..." I started. "...is it that you desire to know?"
Of course, I already knew what he wanted... Revenge... but I tended not to be so upfront.
"The death of Suzuki Aira," the man said. "What do you know about it?"
"Ah, yes..." I tapped my finger on the desk. "Quite an old case! For mysterious reasons, Suzuki Aira killed her mother before burning down the house along with herself-"
"That's not-!" The man stood up, agitated.
"-At least... That's what the story says."
I stood up and pulled out a file from a shelf and placed it in front of him.
"T-This is-?!" The man flipped through the information, shocked.
"Not so fast," I said, placing my finger on the file, stopping the man from turning the pages any further. "This is the information you want, no?"
The man nodded.
"The information isn't free, of course..." I added.
"I'll pay you whatever amount you desire," the man stood up abruptly.
"Is that so?" I pulled out a calculator and punched in some numbers. "Well... I offer a very generous discount to first-time clients. About 10%. So the amount for the information will be..."
I showed the final numbers on the calculator and the man turned as white as a ghost.
70 million yen... an amount not to scoff at.
"W-Wait!" The man protested. "This doesn't make any sense. The money you're asking... the information I requested isn't even worth that much."
"It isn't," I stated bluntly.
"Then why-?"
"-For me, at least, as well as for any random person across the street. To them, this information wouldn't be worth more than 10 yen."
I closed the file and pulled it out of his grasp.
"But you-" I pointed towards him. "-Your desire for this information makes it priceless in your eyes. 70 million is a cheap price to pay."
Despair dawned over the man's face... Despair I had witnessed countless times.
"Well... there is another way you can pay me..." I said.
"Anything! I'll do anything!" The man begged.
"A commission... a rather dangerous one..." I held up a slip of paper. "Are you up to the task?"
The man snatched the piece of paper from my hands and started reading. Panic took over him.
"N-No way! There's no way I can do this," he yelled.
"Would you prefer paying in cash instead?" I said, clearly mocking him.
"I-I'll do it!" The man stated. He stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door.
"What did you ask of him?" A voice asked me from behind. I didn't bother turning around to face him, knowing that he wouldn't be there.
"The Kurai Mystery Case," I responded. "The one with the serial disappearances."
"Eh? I'm intrigued! Tell me more," a child's voice echoed.
I stood up to close the door.
"It's a simple case; the clues are there in front of you," I said. "But without the final piece, the truth is impossible to weave together... and the journey to retrieve that missing clue is what makes this case so dangerous."
I shut the door and turned around.
"You sure were lenient this time," a third voice, a woman's, reverberated.
"Lenient! Not even close," I scoffed. "I played him like a fiddle."
I opened the file I had shown the man before and traced my finger across the first page.
"Two A-rank commissions with one stone!" I exclaimed. "It is too good of an opportunity to miss."
I turned to the last page and picked up the photo pinned at the top. It was the photo of the very man who had just consulted me.
"I'm sorry to say this-" I said to the picture. "-but you have been cheated, Suzuki Aito."
I closed the file and placed it back on the shelf.
"I'll be sure to apologize the next time we meet...
ǎ̸̶̧̖̥̪̹̥ͪ̆_͎̫͎͈̌́̓̀͂s̲̰͉ͭ́̈̂͑ṡ̵͙̻̝͚̲̦̺̞̲̞̭̰͚̙̜̖̜̹͚͖̰̼͈̖̜̜̺̾̔ͮ̈́ͫ̀̂ͫͦ͐̄͘͘̕͟͢͡ͅu͈͈̺̳̅͆̇ͧͭ͐ͨ̾ḿ̠̠̣͚̯i͖̥ͬ͒͆̏ͪ̉̂ͮ̌͗̂͘͜ņ̧̛͓̳̗͑̓̊̋̎ͮ͆ͅ_̢͙ͯ̆͐͊̊g̸̡͓͇̩̠̳̉͐̑́́̍̆͂̿͆͛̀͡͝ y̸̨̪̗͉͕̦͔̋ͧ̏͗_̹͖̺͉ͣ͛̓̊_̧̉̌̋̀͆͞o̪͖̔̇̑ứ̷̸͎̬̣̹͉̫̻̟̠̞͍̪͚̞̫̇͆̂͑̎̄̈̓̾͌̂̄̊ͨͫͧ̒ͦ̃́ͩ͋̓ͧ͆ͬ͞ ş̷̞̝̯̪̱̤̞̝͚̞̩̤̩͉̟͕̭̯̣̀̓͛̓̋̽̃̎́̿͑̔̿̇ͣͨ̌̀ͯ̎ͬͦ̚͠ū̜̼̲͙̤̮́͆ͧ̏̅̍͊̅ͫ͘r̨̭̮̰ͭ̈́̏ͭ͠v̴̬͙̇̔͋ͦ͜ī̶͙͍͌̃ͪ̏̕v̷̵̵̸̧̨̡̝͖̲̪̮̖̺̞̭̟̱̞ͦ̓̅ͣ̋̉͂̏͂̂̌̅̿̓͐ͨ̈͊̉̈́̀̀͑͘̕͘ͅͅe͇."
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