Realization: I hate my life why am I living
“Isn’t it quite a valuable object? It was hard to get.”
Chuuya put his face closer to the photograph, as if fascinated by it. He doesn’t even hear Pianoman’s voice. The others are retreating their weapons, chuckling to themselves. Chuuya barely even notices that either.
“Next time someone asks you such a stupid question, show them that.”
On the photo, was five-year old Chuuya.
A harbor somewhere. To the backdrop of the ocean, Chuuya and a man are seen wearing traditional hemp clothing. The two of them are holding hands, standing next to each other, facing the photographer. The man is smiling with his eyes narrowed, as if the slanting morning sun was too bright for his gaze. Young Chuuya stares at the camera absentmindedly, not quite understanding what was going on.
“That picture was taken, at an old farming village in the west region,” Pianoman says. “It’s abandoned, now, and nobody lives in the region. But Doc went to the nearby village and looked into the medical records stored there. —-Doc.”
“Fufu…… Although humans can lie, dental records cannot.” Doc chuckles sickly, and takes out some documents. “The medical records had a retention obligation…… and that obligation cast light to everything…..Fufu…… “
Bewildered, Chuuya observes Doc and the documents he hands over.
“Hey hey, don’t take all the credit for yourself, Doc!” Albatross extends another set of papers. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even have been able to get to the medical records. The medical corporations hold all the records of the closed clinics. I searched through those numbers of the corporations- there’s as much of them as there are grains of sand on the coast- and found the storage location! And then I bribed those suspicious document storage companies— begged like crazy, and finally reached it!”
“But no matter how talented the investigator, they cannot start without the first step.” Lippmann smiles softly, and hands out yet another set of documents. “I asked a lady friend of mine, and had her inspect the government’s military-related sources. Of course, the materials relevant to current research were top secret, and had already been destroyed immediately post-war; but we found out that there was a military unit putting out a false body-donation recruitment for human experimentation. That was our first trace. Meaning, I was the greatest contributor.”
Chuuya, seemingly starting to understand the flow of the conversation, cautiously shifted his sight to the final person.
To Iceman.
“……I did not do much.” He extends the last of the papers. “I found your parents and siblings, as well as the family tree above, the address of the school you went to with your report cards and class pictures, and then your birth certificate from the public office. Pianoman told me, ‘Don’t let the Boss know about the investigation.’ So I couldn’t go to the informants, and ended up doing eight break-ins.”
“E……eight?”
Chuuya stared with disbelief as he took the documents. Iceman nods, and for the first time that day, gives a slight smile.
Not many know of his everyday manner. But when not working, Iceman was calm, a good-natured man that liked coffee and records. There are not a lot of people who know this figure.
All the five individuals here know.
Chuuya looks at everyone in order. They were smiling. Pianoman. Albatross. Doc. Lippmann. Iceman.
The elite squad of the Port Mafia.
“Why?” Chuuya glances at the photo. “This…… goes against the Boss.”
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Bungo Stray Dogs - Stormbringer
AksiHello, my name his Briony or Bovy. This is just for the people who can't purchase the Novel of Stormbringer. Please forgive me if It is wrong...
