Cloak and Dagger

Case File #4

"I don't care if it's only been a week. This place is spotless."

"The lack of evidence here is annoying. Did you check the basement?"

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"No no, Ru-na Sa-sak-i. I'm spelling it out as plainly as I can. I need case files. She was a lawyer right? What do you mean you can't disclose that information? I'm a private detective for christ's sake. Sakura Oshiro. Sa-ku-ra. How many times must I say this? Just give me the dam-. Just send the files."

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"We still don't know whose cases she was connected with?"

"I mean, we have a vague idea, but it's all supposition until we get those monkeys down in filing to send us the paperwork."

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The Shibuya file.

"Freeze! Hands behind your head!"

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The Akito case.

Bang!

"Aiko-chan, send help! Sakura's been shot!"

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Chitokan embezzlement.

"This is more your alley anyways, Yumiisu."

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Ottozawa homicides.

Shirashizu Daily

Private detectives, Sakura Oshiro and Yumiisu Daitora, aid local police in solving the Ottozawa homicides

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Clues were discovered, questions were asked, and answers were not always given.

Once every few weeks the team would gather back at the house in Osigawa, determined to find something they overlooked. So far, nothing was found.

As one doorway opened, there was another one lying in wait, locked until the mystery had been solved.

This continuous push and pull of investigating had been in duration for nearly five years.

And five years later we have our present time.

(=^･ｪ･^=)

Nothing drastic had changed in the passing of time. Even aged up by half a decade, Sakura Oshiro - 30 years, and Yumiisu Daitora - 29 years, still were up in each other's faces with any reason to initiate a nasty skirmish. Outside their clients' sights, the duo were chomping at the bit; knives and shoes were thrown when their owners were left unattended. Tsubasa, now in her early thirties, still retained her sharp and tongue. While not directly influenced in Yumi and Kura's battles, the noirette off to the side took part in the blame of the heated atmosphere. She developed an even fiercer reputation as the Cloak and Dagger's guard dog. After a very long discussion in the back "office", Tsubasa walked out unscathed, now bearing the pride of working alongside the infamous task force directly. Much to Aiko's chagrin, the new detective was licensed and ID'd as such. Arguments aside, Aiko tolerated the presence of the leather bound bouncer in heels. The brunette bit her tongue more often, resisting the urge to start fights with clients in the room. She still remained as the motherly figure, babying the others with her casual comments. She forced Yumi to eat dinner most days when the latter oftentimes refused such a trivial meal.

(Yumiisu: "If there's any such thing as an important meal, breakfast is fine. There's no need for the others!" o(≧o≦)o )

And then there's me. I'm now twelve. Aiko says I'm not old enough to join the agency. Even if I was, she doesn't want me near the investigations anyways. Too traumatizing. Whatever that means. Whenever Yumi and Kura and Tsu are butting heads over a case file, Aiko and I are usually out meandering in the city square. She's taken me to the city park in Shirashizu's center and even took me to visit the school grounds of the high school she, Yumi, Kura, and my mother attended years ago. They still have yet to tell me what my mother did for them back in high school to earn her respect. I try to bring it up but everyone, Aiko especially, turns the conversation to something else.