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- A Makishima Shogo / OC fanfiction

How could I trust a system that caused me so much harm? Sybil had chosen my career for me, not even asking me what I wanted to do. How can a human being strife for a perfect and happy life if that same organism isn't even allowed to make choice of it's own?
'Sybil has estimated that you will find the most happiness working as a teacher.' They were only fourteen words, said in a matter of seconds. Even so, these fourteen words changed my life forever.
And not in the way Sybil had anticipated.

For five years I had slaved away at what I could only describe as a 'hell-hole'. From eight to four, students would mock me, books would be thrown my way and co-workers would gossip about my incapability as a teacher.
The only thing that made me stay for five years was ironically that what gave me cold chills about being a teacher in the first place, the students. A lot of them had clouded psycho-passes already, even though they were only children. Society had practically given up on them, and so had my co-workers. I was the only teacher left who wanted these kids to have a future. We lived in a small town, there wasn't as much 'criminal-temptation' as there was in a city like Tokyo. I wanted to know where their cloudiness came from and I wanted to help them clear it.
But they didn't care, not one bit. Just because I was so open with my students, because I revealed my vounrable side in order to help them, it didn't mean they would change. So, after a few more years of mockery and hurtful pranks, I decided that even I would give up. I packed my bags and left for Tokyo, the city of opportunities.

The streets were cold and the people were harsh. No, Tokyo was nothing like how I imagined it to be. When I was little, the Sybil System already existed. As a kid, I had always thought that Sybil was fair, providing a loving society. They would judge criminals and lock them away in prison, wouldn't they? Just so the nice people could live together in harmony. That was Sybil, right?
Wrong.

I was only seven years old when I got home one day from school. There were three police cars in front of our house, and Drones were all over the place. With my schoolbag clenched in my tiny fists, I ran as fast as I could, screaming something about how much I loved my parents and how there couldn't be anything wrong.
But, of course, there was something wrong. When I entered the house, my mother was sitting on her knees in front of a puddle of blood, crying. Not only was the red liquid finding it's way on the wooden floor, there was also some on the walls, the chair and mother's hands. When I arrived, father's body had already been brought to the Bureau for an autopsy.
I remember I couldn't speak and I couldn't cry, the state of shock had taken over my entire body. Even though I was only seven, nobody had to explain to me what had happened. My father was gone and my mother wouldn't be in any state to take care of me anytime soon.
When someone lifted me up and took me outside, I didn't struggle, I just hung in their arms like a puppet. "Please stay here for a while, Hatori-chan. We will be right back." Mom's friends, the Makishimas, went back inside and started a conversation with the officers. I still sat outside, next to their son, right where they had put me.
"Are you alright?" His voice was cold but somehow comforting, his eyes locked on my pale skin and huge eyes. For a second, it looked as if he was smiling towards me, but I soon realized he was just smirking. I nodded to answer his question and kept staring in front of me.
"You know, his corpse was beautiful, it made me wonder." After those words I had so many questions, questions a seven-year old couldn't possibly answer. What did he wonder about? How did he see father's corpse if it had already been taken to the bureau before I arrived? As I turned my head right to get the answers I wanted, he had disappeared.
Sixteen years later there where only two words in my head that could help me identify him. He had something to do with my father's death and I wanted to get my answers. I was going to find him, Makishima Shogo.

A city that never sleeps, a city that treats me like a stranger. With no money and no network, Tokyo's cold streets were numbing and comforting my body at the same time. My old city now seemed like a much more friendly and accessible town. Weirdly, thinking about my old class somewhat eased my mind, even though I always wanted to leave that place when I got the chance.
This was no way to live, not for a 23-year old. My body longed for a warm bed as my mind craved for someone to notice me. The ally I had made my home was a very quiet one. Almost no one passed by, let alone look at the girl who was crawling away behind a dumpster.
Out of nowhere, I got hit by something heavy. As I fell on the ground, I felt the heavy thing move. Mumbling above me gave me the hint that it was a person that had landed on top of me. When I looked up, I saw chest resting on my knees and his hands lying on my shoulders. Without saying a word, he got up and started to run. Only ten seconds later, two other people jumped down from the ledge above. Luckily, I had already moved aside.
One of the two, an older man with what seemed to be a robotic arm, didn't see me and raced after the white-haired angel that had landed on me just now. The other man, a younger one with black hair and glasses, noticed my timber body shiver away. "Report here, right now." He shoved a card in my hand and went to pursue the other two. Amazed, I just stared at my hand. He was an officer from the bureau, what would they want with me? Since I didn't really have anything else going for me, I decided to obey his wish. The guy who landed on me firstly reminded me of someone, but I couldn't recall who. Well, I didn't get a very good look of his face, so I was probably off, but something felt so familiar.
It was a strange feeling.

"Welcome, my name is Akane, I have already been informed about your arrival, please come with me." The woman, or rather 'girl', in front of me reminded me more of a parking valet than an officer. She just didn't seem like the type for the job.
We entered a small room with a little changing space in the corner. "Please remove your clothes and put the ones I left for you on. You just need to remove your shirt and pants." All I could do, was stare at her with amaze. The look on my face must have been clear, because Akane started to explain herself right away. "We need the DNA our culprit left on you. Would you please be so kind?"
They wanted something from me, the DNA. Suddenly, the thought of me wanting something of them occurred to me. "On one condition," I said coldly. "I want to know the name of the guy who landed on me." A big frown appeared on Akane's face, after which she started to laugh. "What would you possibly want to do with that information?" I smirked. "The guy reminded me of someone and I want to know if it is someone I know."
Akane was lost in thought, probably estimating what the best move would be. They could use the information if I happened to know him, it couldn't really hurt if I didn't. After almost a whole minute, she got a hold of herself and turned back to me. "Do you swear that you will not use the given information for your own benefit?" She was serious, I could hear it. Maybe she was fit to be an officer after all. "I swear."
What I heard after that took me back sixteen years. I had promised myself I would find him, but I had never been as close as this. Makishima Shogo, it was him, he was here in Tokyo. What seemed to become a homeless life on this city's streets, turned out to be a step in the right direction. Akane was saying something, I could see her lips move. I couldn't hear her until she tapped my shoulder, though. "So, do you know him?" I had to try this. "That depends on where he resides." I muttered. Akane looked at me with doubt, but probably assumed I couldn't do much damage. "His house is in the countryside, west of here."
As I started to undress behind the curtain in the corner, I told Akane I would think as hard as I could. Why would I want to give them this information? It wasn't like they would give me something in return and besides, I didn't really know a lot about him. When I handed the bag with my clothes over to Akane, I looked at her with a faked smile.
"I'm sorry, it doesn't ring a bell."