Shoving the man to the ground, Tomioka dug his knee into the suspects spine, pulling his arm behind his back and encapsulating the man's wrists in heavy metal cuffs.
Tomioka Giyuu, SWAT division.
Tomioka didn't say a word, he didn't have to when his actions did all the talking. The man fought, squirming under Tomioka's harsh treatment.
"Quit squirming, it'll only make things worse." Tomioka said blankly as he grabbed the man's cuffs and pulled him onto his feet.
"Let go of me!" The man shoved, "I ain't did shit you bastard!"
Tomioka stepped back as Sanemi grabbed the man harshly by the arm, grasping it so tight he was sure to leave bruises.
"The hell you say to him, you scum?"
"Sanemi-"
"Shut up, Giyuu... nobody talks to you like that. Kamado-San would kill em, i gotta get to em first." Sanemi grinned manically as he glared at the man.
The suspect gulped.
---
"Oh? Did I hear that right?"
Tsukumo nodded, "Hai, Ubuyashiki-Sama."
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Master smiled delicately, "So you've located the dealer? That's great, Kamado-San. Do you intend to make everything right again?"
Holding the metal barrel of a gun to a man's throat, Tsukumo pulled the trigger. Dark red blood splattered onto his suit, and he sighed.
With cold, distant eyes, Tsukumo kicked the body to the cement ground of the dark alleyway.
"Obanai, you know what to do."
Obanai Iguro, stealth division, silently lowered his head as Tsukumo passed by him. Taking a long dark drag from his cigarette, Tsukumo stepped into the sun, out of the frigid alleyway.
"Damn fools, every single one of them." Tsukumo cursed as he dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.
"Fucking trash." He glared down at the ground in fury.
And all of the puzzle pieces started falling together in his hand as his fingers tightened around the weapon he used to murder someone.
It all felt natural, and it all began to make sense.
---
"Giyuu-- have you attended to the suspect in custody?"
Tomioka sighed and shook his head, "No, Shinazugawa killed him."
Rengoku Kyojuro, interrogation divison, shook his head, "Let me guess, he started cussing at you?"
Giyuu, with a stoic and rather innocent looking expression, nodded silently. Rengoku sighed in exasperation, rubbing his eyes as he groaned.
"We won't get any information from them if Sanemi and Tsukumo keep killing them."
"Right!" Rengoku said loudly, happy at least someone understood his plight, "I'm glad at least you have brains, Uzui."
Uzui Tengen, SWAT division, chuckled, "Thanks for the compliment, hotstuff."
"Nevermind."
"Look-" Shinobu Kocho, chemical division, spoke up, "it doesn't matter who they killed. They were all pawns anyway, none of them would've had useful information."
"Can you even confirm that?" Muichiro Tokito, stealth division, interrupted blankly with an eye roll.
"Aint you still in school, kid?" Uzui leaned forward, resting his arms on the conference table as he glared lightly at Muichiro.
"Yeah, it's called an education.. Perhaps you don't know what education is, I can tell you lack one."
"This is no time for arguments." Mitsuri Kanroji, SWAT divisin, quickly intervened as she usually did.
Gyomei Himejima, interrogation divison, let his eyes close as he lowered his head.
Uzui huffed and crossed his arms, "He's doing it again..."
"What exactly is he doing?"
"It's called praying, numnuts. You ever heard of salvation?"
"In this line of work, salvation is your own death, idiot."
"Enough." A heavy, but clear voice cut through the conference room.
The agents each stand up quickly and bow as Tsukumo, Ubuyashiki, Sanemi, and Obanai joined the conference room.
"I see we all have time for chattering. I assume this means we found some useful information?" Tsukumo asks with a twinge of something dark underlying in his tone.
The room is deathly silent beside Giyuu's heartbeat thumping against his ribcage as he stared at Tsukumo in his uniform.
God his husband was so damn hot.
"No?" Tsukumo's sharp gaze narrowed, "Then why are you speaking?"
They all quickly sit, lowering their heads in shame.
Ubuyashiki grinned softly as he placed his hand on Tsukumo's arm, "Easy now, Kamado-San. The agents are still working on this case, and finding suspects worth anything has proven to be difficult. Please have a little mercy."
Tsukumo pinched the bridge of his nose and glared amongst the conference room harshly, "Don't make me repeat myself, find the damn lower moons."
Tsukumo crossed his arms, the suit straining against his tense muscles as he fumed in frustration and anger.
"If I hear someone's voice, and it's not about this case, I'll cut your fucking tongue out. You understand, agents?"
They all nod firmly, each with their own level of anxiety and mild irritation.
"Good, now find those damn moons before you end up with a bullet lodged down your fucking throat."
---
"Kamado-San, I see your anger has not subdued. Has something else occurred that has angered you?"
"No," Tsukumo let out a small sigh, "Ubuyashiki-Sama... I am sorry for my words.. I am just.. sick of this case."
Ubuyashiki placed a calm hand on Tsukumo's arm, "Does it have to do with your son?"
Tsukumo's gaze shattered, the remnants piercing into Ubuyashiki's face, "The hell you say to me?"
Tsukumo grabbed the gentle man's collar, "How the fuck do you know about that, Ubuyashiki?"
"Walls talk, Kamado-San.. and the walls in this department are thin. You need to calm yourself, your anger is blinding your judgement for this mission. Those agents out there in the field, they rely on you."
"I cant be blamed for their lack of judgement." Tsukumo scoffs back.
Ubuyashiki frowns lightly, placing his hand over Tsukumo's, "About your son..."
"Shut up!"
"I want to say there is still hope... but sometimes... things just don't go your way."
