~No More Time~ (EraserMic)

A Sick and Sudden Staccato

Naomasa Tsukauchi hunched over his desk with a weary groan of impatience and exhaustion, his eyes aching from the small type of police reports and interviews concerning the Hasaikai Organization, the missing child posters, and various sightings of Kai Chisaki, or Overhaul as he preferred to be called. He could hear some kind of scuffling a far away from his door, but he assumed it was just his overactive imagination, and decided it would do him good to close his eyes for a little bit, rest his brain....

The astute detective let out a high pitched scream or pure terror as the door to his tidy office was kicked in, the handle slamming into the plaster walls of his small, tidy office, the resonating bang knocking several taks loose from the corkboard in the corner, the poor man nearly tumbling out of his swivel chair, the enraged, twisting mess of ink-splatter black hair and bloodshot black eyes that came barreling in, flanked by an very out of breath, cat man in a police uniform and a few other humanoid looking officers.

Well, now he knew what that scuffling noise was....

"I'M SORRY SIR HE MANAGED TO G-GET---!!!"

Sansa was abruptly cut off by the door nearly hitting him in the snout, Aizawa's burning eyes narrowed and angry as he flicked his wrist back, the taunt scarf uncoiling from around the door knob and retaking its place among the other crazed tendrils of fabric around his neck and shoulders.

Still trying to recover from his minurature heart attack, Tsukauchi flinched as the midnight hero slammed his hands onto the paper strewn surface of his desk, teeth grit in fury and exhaustion shadowed eyes burning into his own with nothing but enraged emptiness.

The detective gulped.

"A-Aizawa-San, I....I w-wasnt expecting you t-till four...." He stammered weakly, his heart still palpitating from the shock that had shot through him only seconds ago, the hero growling in response, clearly not in the mood for small talk.

Or any talk at all really....

"I'm a pretty patient man, Tsukauchi..." The man snarled, to fed up with this shit show of a police force to bother with any honorifics. "....But if you dont get your head out of your ass I'm going to take matters into my own hands."

"A-Aizawa, there's  r-really no need for th-that kind of language...."

"WHEN'S. THE. FUCKING. OPERATION. TSUKAUCHI." Aizawa reiterated slowly and in a low, gravely tone of voice, the astute detective gulping, trying to gather himself while under the intimidating stare.

"T-Tomorrow night....nine PM....w-we're going to be w-working with Sir Nighteye, h-his agency, and a few other pros to I-infiltrate the....the Shie Hasaikai's current hideout and rescue Eri....."

"Good. I'll be there at seven to go over the plan seeing as I was forcibly excluded from previous meetings."

The detective's head snapped up as Aizawa swiveled on his heel and headed for the door.

"WHAT?! Aizawa, No, you and Present Mic are not allowed to get involved with this case! I gave the two of you specific orders to remain at home and let us handle thi---!"

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT SHIT EATING GERM FUCKER HAS BEEN DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?!" Aizawa screamed with all the fury of a caged and starving animal, his raspy voice cracking at the end as he whirled back to face the man behind the desk, who jolted back from him. "YOU SAW THE SCARS, DIDNT YOU?! YOU SAW WHAT THAT BASTARD DID TO HER, DIDNT YOU, TSUKAUCHI?!"

The detective gulped, standing up and steadying himself on the desk, reaching out to the hysterical hero standing across from him, pity and fear shooting through him, his voice sympathetic, trying to calm him, and prevent a disaster here in his office.