Fujiko was an artist, above all else. A con artist, that is, but still an artist, of sorts. She put a lot of preparation into her "work," even if the project in question was all about breaking fifteen laws and a half dozen hearts. Hell, if she put the much devotion into something legitimate, she probably wouldn't have to scrounge for money the way she did. But then, of course, she wouldn't be the artist that she undoubtedly was.

Watching her put on a show amused Zenigata with the best of them. She worked so hard at it, and for what? Who did she even think she was fooling with that show? It was entertaining if nothing else, and who was he not to oblige an audience? He wasn't going to let himself get conned, but what was an artist without someone to view their construct? Fujiko's art wasn't on any canvas, and she was never any good with paint, but she made herself up like a china doll or set up a dramatic scene in a way even Alfred Hitchcock would have had to envy if he'd known about it.

Zenigata never fooled himself for a second that Fujiko actually enjoyed herself the first time. Oh, that wasn't to say she didn't have her fun, but her fun came in from acting and putting on the show. That's why Zenigata enjoyed it. Because he couldn't for the life of him understand why she put on such a big show if she wasn't enjoying it. And that was hilarious in and of itself. He couldn't resist teasing her about it later though, just for that dour pouty look on her face; full lips puckered and begging to be bit, wide brown eyes trying to act innocent even as they betrayed her sudden flush of guilt.

Oh yes, Zenigata was definitely entertained by it all. Con artist or not, Fujiko Mine was undeniably a professional artist at what she did.

Of course, her lack of the usual enjoyment in the act puzzled Zenigata with her return. If she'd only initially slept with him to put on a show, and Zenigata hadn't been fooled for a second, who was she putting the show on for now? He didn't have time to ask though, she was full of fire, and anger, and violence. This was another Fujiko Mine, still forever a con artist, and still putting on a show, but a different one all the same. Her anger was more authentic. Like a painter working with their true medium instead of trying to be the best at a different forum of paints.

"Ah Fujiko, wait!" he gasped, pressed back with the sudden force of her weight as she savagely bit his neck. She was like a woman possessed, and while he wasn't about to complain, even Koichi didn't know what was going on. Why was she here for this? Why the sudden-?

He let out a long low groan as she dragged sharp painted nails down his chest under the buttons she undid with her teeth. Fuck.

"No waiting," she purred, shooting him a fierce grin that couldn't truly be called "coy," but it was clear she was trying to be coy in spite of her sudden aggression.

"No waiting?" he echoed in confusion, but she shut him up with a hard kiss, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, and his objections became that much harder to voice, in more than one way. He was only human after all, and Fujiko painted a pretty picture even more when she was wild like this. Zenigata still wondered what set her off, but less and less out of concern and more and more so he could make sure it happened again sometime in the future.

She was quiet this time. No faked screams of joy, no stretching out dramatically to show off her flexibility. After all, she'd already put on that show, and as amused as Zenigata had been, that hadn't been her initial goal, and it wasn't her goal now. Her true goal was a mystery, but Zenigata was beginning to suspect that it was to kill him via sex. Not that it was a bad way to go. Hell, come to think, if he had to actually choose a way to die, that might be it. And death by sex with Fujiko Mine was probably the way most men his age would choose. Then again, given some of the rumors of her love for much older men on their deathbeds, Fujiko probably had killed a few men like that.

Sharp blood-red nails raked the insides of his legs, and Fujiko elicited exact reaction she seemed to desire. "OW Fujiko! Stop! I'll die like this!" Zenigata yelped almost frantically.

Fujiko's wicked grin spread broadly at that, whatever she was trying to get out of it, it definitely seemed linked to his cries of pain. She flipped a lock of hair out of the way and bobbed her head to lick over the top of his penis, still grinning mischievously. She held complete control over the situation in her hands, the ones sliding playfully over his balls and lightly scratching his all too sensitive thighs again - and there wasn't a thing Zenigata could think of to regain control, even assuming he'd had any to begin with. Hadn't she really been the one in control the first time too? He had thought so long as he wasn't getting conned she was losing, but what did that really mean now?

"Fujiko..." he begged, hating the way his voice sounded weak. He wasn't even sure what he was begging her for. More? Less? For her to climb up onto his lap and ride him as hard as she seemed to desperately want? Whatever her game was, she was definitely winning, but then, he was getting this out of it, so there was always that.

She purred happily at how needy his voice was, oh yes, she definitely liked that, and slipped her tongue lower over the shaft, sucking to the back of her throat with another happy note as she took off her own thigh-highs - again, putting on a show for the Inspector, as dazed as he already was. Several words filtered through his head, like corruption, and bribes, and disciplinary actions - yet, for the life of him, Koichi still couldn't figure out what she wanted. He wasn't arrogant enough to believe she just wanted rough sex and chose him for it, no, he knew her better than that. But just knowing there was another angle wasn't enough to figure out what that angle was, and the way she was pawing and licking his most sensitive areas was incredibly distracting. Of course, that had to be intentional too, so it definitely meant she was winning. Whatever that meant.

"FUJIKO!" another yelp, a startled gasp, and a desperate, almost squeamish, moan escaped the middle-aged detective. The woman between his legs looked up at him coyly, the hair she'd moved out of the way was already back in front of a giant brown eye, and the bright red lips slipped back along his shaft. "No biting!" he growled firmly, pointing a finger to scold her. She hadn't completely bitten him, but her teeth around the foreskin had been above and beyond any amount of playful sadomasochism, enough to certainly worry him.

She pouted slightly, but clearly admonished, she made her repentance by going back to licking him off more gently. He rumbled merrily in pleasure, simply watching her show off. Just like the last time, she got more into it, the more she could show off, and if all it took to stroke her ego was to give her some appreciative attention like this, that was certainly easy enough to oblige. He had clenched his hands on the edge of the armrests of his chair, but he cautiously moved one to brush the lock of hair out of her eyes.

The dark glare she shot him for the trespass made his hand freeze in tucking it behind her ear. Ah, of course. Such an intimate gesture wasn't something Fujiko wanted in this wild state of hers. She had to be in control, and she wanted it rough. Zenigata chuckled throatily in spite of himself, even as he drew back his hand so it wouldn't get bitten. "Just what are you doing here?" he asked out loud in bewilderment. Last he'd heard she was working as a teacher at an all girls' school. Maybe she was just sick of having to act so soft and gentle and being surrounded by so much of it in return. It almost seemed like her style. Almost.

Either way, she didn't give him an answer, just hooded her eyes in the shadows of her hair and went to focusing on trying to make the Inspector cum in her mouth. Wild woman. On anyone else, Zenigata would have said they were out of control, but he definitely knew better. Fujiko was in complete control, which just deepened the mystery of this encounter. He wasn't going to lose control himself. At least, not much more than he already had, anyway. And the way his legs spread more, and maybe inched very slightly toward her gorgeous mouth, was in no way a surrender. He was just a man, that's all.

"Fujiko..." He was pleased with how much more solid his voice was this time. In control, definitely. Fujiko wasn't as pleased with it though. Her dark eyes narrowed, and there was a small frown - his only warning before sharp nails raked his thighs again, like a tiger's swift paw. His head lolled back with a sharp low groan, she was mixing pleasure and pain again like an artist mixing paints, and he couldn't even bring himself to hate it. She smirked at his reaction and rewarded him for it by picking up the speed, sucking a little harder, and a lot faster.

"Fujiko, Fujiko, Fujiko..." he warned, letting his voice edge into a begging sort of tone again. She liked it so much, he might as well let her have it.

And oh, how she liked it. The more Zenigata begged, the happier Fujiko got, pressing her chest against his legs, her breasts so soft and larger than any porn star's, rubbed up against his thighs as Fujiko rocked, moving not just her head, but her whole body in a rhythm just so the Inspector wouldn't have to.

"I'm going to die," he gasped, gripping the armrests tightly under white knuckles.

She definitely seemed to like that, humming again, and rewarding him with gentle pets to his balls instead of claws. This didn't help him keep self control however, and whatever Fujiko Mine had in mind, if her goal wasn't to make him come so quickly, she needed to learn to be less aggressive from the start. He tried to warn her again, just before he came, but she smacked his hand away, and happily licked up every lost drop of semen, swallowing down a couple mouthfuls and making a large bukkake show of the rest.

Wild woman indeed.

Zenigata just watched almost helplessly in dazed amazement. What the hell was on her mind? This show, the blowjob, the aggression, the violence, all of it was individually a puzzle piece, but even putting them all together, Zenigata couldn't see the grander picture of what she was up to. She finished licking him clean like a cat and climbed into his lap. He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Satisfied?" he asked in a grumpy growl. Grumpy, because he still didn't know what she was up to, even if he was enjoying the attempts to figure it out. His large hands braced around her soft ass resting on his knee, which only reminded him of how it matched her breasts from earlier.

"Not by a long shot," she smiled wickedly.

He snorted quietly, swiveling the desk chair around so it was closer to his desk where he could try to reach for a smoke and lighter. "Maybe all that time at the girl's school made you forget something in the difference of anatomies," he suggested dryly, moving to grab a cigarette. She closed the draw on his fingers, and smiled even more at his yelp of pain. Bitch.

"Forgotten?" she mockingly put a finger to her chin as though thinking, completely ignoring the way he had to shake off the pain from the clipped fingertips. "No, Inspector, I don't think I have!" He arched an eyebrow again, fixing her with a plaintive look to try to remind her about science. Women could have multiple orgasms back to back - if they were lucky, and had a skilled enough partner, but men?

Before he could even say a word though, she pushed the chair away from the desk, carefully straddled Zenigata's waist and heaving a noticeably deep breath - forcing her breasts up against his chest of course - she leaned in to clippingly whisper in his ears. "Oh, I know it's going to hurt to make you get hard again for me, Inspector," a nervous chill already ran down his spine and it had little to do with the soft warm lips sucking on his earlobe. It did have everything to do with her words and the way those painted nails dragged low down his chest again. "But you will for me, won't you?"

She wanted to kill him with sex, that was the only explanation. Why she'd picked him specifically he had no idea, but clearly she wanted to kill an older man with sex and make it painful at that. Painful and glorious. He was almost tempted to pray for mercy, but Zenigata silently suspected he was beyond help from even the gods now.

He didn't have words to answer her with. How could he? Even if he said he wasn't going to let her get him hard again, at this point he doubted his body would obey him, and fuck, if he said that, she'd just view it as a challenge and redouble her efforts. Evil woman. Evil. Fine, if he was going to go down, he'd go down swinging. He tugged her closer on his lap and sucked on an earlobe of hers in response, rough hands roaming over her far too delicate shoulders and breasts. She gasped once in pleasure, before stubbornly deciding he wasn't allowed to try to turn the tables on her and moved to pin his hands again.

"Fujiko..." he growled in protest. Was she just trying to humiliate him? By making sure he was the only one who got to enjoy the experience? To make him feel submissive or something? Because if so, she had a lot to learn about Koichi Zenigata... starting with how even a man's pride could be swallowed in the face of those luxurious breasts - no wait, self control.

"No!" she slapped his face, much to his surprise. "Be good or I'll tie you up!"

This was surreal.

"What do you want?" he asked, halfway frustrated.

"Get hard again!" she insisted and bounced in his lap.

So surreal. "It's not that easy!" he objected, trying to get her to see reason. It was no good though, she attacked again, seizing his neck and chest with kisses and bites, nails sliding over his stomach and downwards. For a moment he mistakenly thought that she had seen reason, or at least physiology, and was going to start fingering herself off in yet another show for his personal viewing, but no such luck. Her warm fingers, too nimble from years of picking locks and pockets, coasted over his groin, applying pressure to his limp dick to get the blood flowing there again.

Evil woman.

"Fujiko..." he gasped, begging all over again as he rocked painfully forward into her hand, muscles contracting in places where they ached and throbbed. Fuck. Death by sex.

"Yes," she hissed happily into his ear, all too proud of herself for it. She rocked up over her hand, getting him harder adding just a little more pain, and then slid down around him.

He arched back against the chair with a howl. Pleasure, pain, he didn't know which was which anymore, he didn't even know if he cared. He moved his recently freed hands to cup her ass and squeeze it around him. She didn't throw her head back with a squeal this time, that wasn't the art show she was putting on, but her dark eyes glinted flintily and she leaned her chest up closer to his face. She wasn't going to admit she liked it. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of her reaction, but that was fine, Zenigata knew the truth.

"Good god Koichi," she whispered, out of breath into his ear. The only sign out of her coy mischievous smiles that she was actually enjoying herself this time. Some sort of punishment for not believing her lies the first time. Although that was another amusing thing, since really, who did she think she was punishing other than herself? Well, maybe some of his pride wanted to satisfy her as a woman, but he was smart enough to know that Fujiko would only let him if and when she decided to allow it.

"Like that, huh?" he grunted, holding her close and pushing her up with a nudge to her ass. She was sensitive there. A side effect from having to guard it so closely.

"Mm," she moaned in his ear in protest and dragged her nails lightly down his chest again, sharply twisting over a nipple to try to get another yelp out of him. He refused to give in this time beyond a small grunt that could have been for any other reason, like the way he was using his knees to help her ride up against him more. She was wet inside though, so she could pretend not to like it all she wanted, but Zenigata could tell better, just like last time in reverse.

"Koichi," she mumbled hazily in singsong in his ear, almost too quiet even then for him to properly hear her, "I'm going to make you hurt." The way she promised it was like an angel promising the way to paradise.

"Yeah? Why's that?" he grunted, caressing her thighs and trying to slide his hands forward. She stopped him though, put his hands back on her ass, much to his amusement all over again. If that wasn't proof she liked it, not much was, but fine, he could oblige her that much too.

She didn't give him an answer, just growled like an angry cat and attacked his collarbone with harder bites, her nails roamed over the muscular expanse of his back and shoulders, exploring at first and then digging in hard to make him gasp again. "Be a good Inspector and beg for me, won't you?" she suggested in his ear with another sharp bite, sucking and tugging on the lobe as though she was going to take it completely off.

"I don't beg," he insisted, already worried about how she'd take that.

Dangerously. She took it dangerously. Her eyes flashed angrily, like a thunderstorm's first warning lightning strike, and her nails went right down under her legs to seize his sensitive areas in a tight grip hard. "FUCK FUJIKO!" Koichi roared, wondering if a little begging wouldn't go a long way. She smiled a little smugly, still bouncing against his chest, and ducked the rest of her expression behind her hair. Or maybe she was just trying to hide how out of breath she was from all her ministrations. As if she even could... as if it even mattered.

"More like that," she pleaded in his ear, riding his waist hard.

He wanted to bite something. He was losing his mind. He was losing his grip on sanity and everything in between. "I'm going to die," he gasped raggedly, leaning back, and just letting his hips fuck her like they had a mind of their own.

She laughed.

Genuinely laughed.

Zenigata was never going to understand the woman.

He could feel her tightening around him, slowing down and taking him deeper. Maybe she hadn't meant to come, had just meant to torture him with sex (was that a torture?), but whatever her intentions, Fujiko Mine was only human too. Or at least if she was a succubus, she was one physically getting something out of the whole exchange. Not that she would let him see it. She bit her bottom lip slightly as it tried to open against her will to pant for more air, and she calmly rode out her own orgasm, as if the Inspector wouldn't even notice the way her muscles squeezed him, urging him to come inside her all over again, or the way she got extra wet and not from her own saliva from earlier. Hah.

Fujiko refused to even make a sound this time. If the other time had been filled with high pitched overly dramatic squeals and no orgasm from the con artist, this time was the direct opposite. Zenigata stubbornly wanted to stroke her thighs in pleasurable encouragement, so he seized the opportunity of her distraction to get away with just that, rewarded with the sweet sounds of her protesting moans.

"Bad," she pouted over her own bit lip.

Zenigata just snorted quietly and grumbled in her ear, "You're the last person to lecture me on that."

This time he grabbed her wrist before the nails could slash down low again. His eyes almost danced in amusement as they met with hers, "See?" He pulled her into a hard kiss, momentarily distracting her from more thoughts of violence, even if she did turn even that act into something of a battle, biting and squirming against him. She really refused to stay still and have sex like a normal woman didn't she?

"Hurt more," she growled in his ear, dragging her nails down the side of his neck and pinching the earlobe between her thumb. He nearly sighed. He was exhausted. He shouldn't even be fucking so soon after that blowjob and he still didn't know what she was after.

"Fujiko..." he protested quietly.

"No," she glared at him and bit his earlobe hard, tugging on it like a dog with a chew toy. "Beg more and harder!" she twisted a nipple again. He braced himself for it though and stared back at her evenly. "Please?" she begged cutely, and he melted in spite of himself. Demon woman.

Well whatever, if all she wanted was him to act pained, he didn't have to much act that at this point. Still, he didn't want to give in quite so easily. "We'll see," he grunted, prompting another raking with her sharp nails. Jeez, he was going to come out of this looking like he lost a fight with a raccoon.

"No!" more bites, to his collarbone, and one to his shoulder that he swore could have drawn blood. "Do it!"

Seriously surreal. And a contrast to the other time yet again where every word out of her lips had been "yes," and all squeals of mock delight, even though this time it was her prompting everything. Fujiko Mine was officially giving him a headache. Somewhere before or after she gave him head. Or both.

"Ow," Zenigata deadpanned sarcastically.

She slapped him hard across the face again. Shit, that actually hurt. They stubbornly glared into each other's eyes all over again until Fujiko grabbed both of his ears in her hands, tugging him like they were reigns on a horse, and riding him just as hard. Maybe even harder. Well, she made her point well enough. He wasn't going to make it easy for her, but there wasn't much he could do to make it difficult for her either at this point. Maybe he should just be glad she hadn't decided to slap him in the face with his own handcuffs - no, those she used to strap his wrists to his armchair.

"You're really going to-" a gasp, he was definitely out of air and she wasn't letting up on him for a second. What did she think he was, some kind of machine? Damn that woman! "Kidnap an officer... in his own... office?" He was panting, definitely, and amused all over again, how could he not be? He bit at her chest since it was still in range, and she didn't push him away from it either.

"Do you really want to get free?" she stuck her tongue out at him and then into his ear.

No, no he couldn't say he did want to get free. Bruises or not.

Crazy woman.

"You're crazy," he growled, nibbling her bare shoulders and twisting his fingers to just barely brush over her hips in spite of the cuffs. She gasped in surprise at the touch, riding up high on him again, and it was definitely worth it just for that.

"No!" she punched him in the head again and he blinked, seeing stars, "My way or not at all!" another growl and Zenigata felt like he was going to melt from the juxtaposition of cuteness against the rage. Truly, there was something wrong with one of them. Both of them, probably.

Was it a game? This whole act? A scene of fightsex? Whatever she wanted...

"And what is my way?" he asked, straining against his own cuffs, before just leaning back, kicking his feet up onto his desk. Oh. It'd be one hell of a sight for anyone to walk in on. Their clothes scattered on the floor, both of them bare naked, fucking in his desk chair with the Inspector handcuffed to his armchair, and Fujiko Mine tugging on his ears and hair to try to force him into more submission and begging.

"It doesn't matter," she grinned wickedly, "Because you shan't have it!"

She won, Zenigata decided. He didn't know what she won, what she wanted, or what she got out of this violent aggressive sex, other than that itself, but he was sure it was something. And no matter what it was, she could have it. She couldn't get off him easily with the chair and his legs stretched like this, but given the way she was bouncing those breasts near his face and holding his waist in a vicegrip of death, Zenigata didn't think escape was on her mind.

The only way he could defeat her at this point would be to close his eyes and try to feign indifference, and like fuck that was going to work. In fact, Zenigata rather suspected that if he even tried, he'd probably just die that much quicker. "You win," he panted, rocking with her rhythm, succumbing into enjoying it.

"I always do," she purred triumphantly, a low dark moan, rich like honey and tea sweets.

He couldn't think of much to say to that, just let her get more groans of pleasure and pain out of him as she dextrously sat up like a cowgirl on a bronco and then leaned back to claw up his thighs. Gods, she was evil.

He wanted to ask if she was going to put on another show, like last time, like earlier, but if he did ask, then he knew she would refuse just to stubbornly avoid giving him the satisfaction. "Less in shape at that girls' school?" he clenched his teeth, trying not to pant so much. He had to prove that the police kept him physically sharp at least.

Brown eyes glinted darkly again as Fujiko eyed him, her thoughts hidden. She probably saw through that clumsy attempt, but her own ego was fighting with her on whether to show off or not. If she showed off, he knew she'd enjoy it, but apparently the game was to get the Inspector not to enjoy it as much. Did she know how much he'd enjoyed that first show? He hadn't exactly hidden it, just mocked her for its fruitlessness.

She bent her head and tossed her hair back hard, thrusting her chest forward again. "Oh?" She wasn't going to make her cries of enjoyment, or much of any sounds it would seem, but at least she was still putting on a show for him.

"Mm-hm," he feigned indifference, even as they sped up their intercourse, "I guess it's all right there." He really needed air. Pretending he wasn't run ragged was easily the hardest thing he could ever remember doing just then. "No men to look your best for." It was another clumsy attempt to rile her up, to figure out what prompted all of this mess in the first place, but it wasn't enough to completely work either. Fujiko's deep brown eyes sparked with her own amusement as she made a big show of leaning forward to pin Koichi's shoulders to the back of the chair.

"No one said I don't want women to appreciate my body too, Inspector," she whispered clippingly into an ear again.

If she thought that was going to tantalize him, she needed to think again. She was trying too hard. If Fujiko could be satisfied with pleasing women, she wouldn't certainly be here now. Zenigata smirked as he gave Fujiko a rougher kiss, leaning back to let her bite and suck over his throat and Adam's Apple, causing rumbles of pleasure and pain to echo out of him.

"Then why are you here?" he teased her again, bracing his face for another hard slap or punch. Instead, she blinked in surprise. Was she really taken aback? Acting again? She grinned a little ruefully, and shook her head, curling up against Zenigata's chest, her toes curled and braced against the chair's leather. "Too smart," she mumbled. Acting, definitely. She no more thought Zenigata smart than she fucked women. She lifted her head up, a proud Queen in all her haughty glory - if she wasn't still twisted with her of her breasts pushed up against his chest and her legs wrapped around his own milking him for all he was worth. "Shall I pretend it's because-" she shivered, took a deep breath and changed her tone of voice midsentence to something simpering and pathetic. "I need a big strong man to help me?" she walked a pair of fingers up his chest.

Zenigata bit his cheek and chuckled darkly even with that. "Fujiko," he growled poignantly. "You have me cuffed to my chair." How much did he even need to point out to show how ludicrous that claim was? She really must have thought him an idiot.

She chuckled quietly, darkly musing something over to herself, something hidden she wouldn't share, of course. Fujiko Mine was a woman of many secrets, and even if they wouldn't hurt her, she played her cards close to her chest out of habit. Or maybe out of paranoia. She was running out of breath herself though, Zenigata was pleased to observe. He gave her the more time she wanted, even though his wrists itched against his cuffs, wanting to hold her in place, wanting to help her find what she was looking for, or at least some sort of physical pleasure she was denying she could even want.

Fujiko arched her back again, wrapped herself around Zenigata more intimately and more warmly than he ever could have expected. "Do you really want to know, Koichi?" she whispered in his ear succulently. He was going to die of cuteness all over again. And then from sex. And then from her damn nails. Damn. And she was back to Koichi was it? She needed to make up her mind, but he had a nasty feeling that she was purposely switching back and forth just to mess with his head. Damn evil woman.

For a moment he wondered if he said yes she would refuse to tell him, just to spite him. To spite herself, and anything else for that matter. Spiteful woman. If he said no, however, he was equally sure she'd refuse to tell him. There was never any winning with this woman. So Zenigata did the only thing he could think of, and just grunted in reply.

She tugged his head closer to hers, lacing razor sharp nails through his hair and over his neck. "I just wanted something rough for fun. And no one else would do," she whispered so quietly in his ear he wondered if he'd imagined it.

Besides, it had to be a lie.

But his heart raced in spite of himself. In spite of everything they'd done so far, before, and tonight, and all the rest. There was just something about Fujiko Mine that wouldn't be denied by any force on Earth. At least Zenigata wasn't about to start blushing like a schoolboy or something dumb. No one else would do, huh? It was dumb. It shouldn't be flattering. It was like she was saying there was no one else she wanted to see in pain as much as him - and yet that was flattering... in a weird twisted sort of way. But it was Fujiko, no other way would even suit her.

"Your way or not at all, huh?" he grunted quietly, roughly kissing her cheeks and lips.

Her eyes were bright and she didn't answer immediately, but she finally settled for a grin and a nod, switching back into enjoying herself, as easily as if he'd flipped a lightswitch up. "Uh-huh," she nodded, bouncing on top of him again.

"I'm going to die," he groaned all over again since that seemed to make her happy every time he'd said it.

Psychotic woman.

"Yes, you are. Inspector," she purred, molesting his chest and riding him harder and faster. "But only when I decide so."

So much doomed.

She left with even less of a trace than the way she entered, but Zenigata was hardly surprised about that. It was a rare kind of criminal who could waltz into a police station like they owned the place and forget feeling nervous, decided to instead act like they did own the place. Crazy woman. He was blessedly, dressed at least, when another officer entered his office and took note of his messed up hair he was trying to straighten before getting a cigarette.

The fellow policeman laughed and shook his head in amazement. "Again?" Still more head shakes. "Don't let Oscar catch you like that."

Zenigata snorted derisively. As if he would let the kid see his own personal corruption like this. The kid didn't even like it when Zenigata "lowered" himself to work with Fujiko. Or Pig-Woman as Oscar took to calling her when he thought Zenigata didn't notice. The Inspector lit up a cigarette quietly and waited patiently for the officer to explain his presence.

"Some guys have all the luck," the officer chuckled as he brought forward the manila envelope carrying case details and put it on the Inspector's desk. Zenigata arched an eyebrow at the comment. He was almost tempted to tell the man the truth of the situation... but yeah right. Never mind, he could do without losing any sense of credibility left. Let them believe whatever the hell they wanted. Maybe that was what Fujiko was really after, and maybe it wasn't. With that woman, who could say?