Inspector Nakamori silently stared, judgingly, at the men sitting across the table from him.
Aoko, beside him, was upset and angry and frustrated all at once. Hakuba, leaning against the far wall, gave one of the men, a man in a caped, clean-pressed suit and top hat, all in black, a dirty look, judging and enraged, his expression turning to one of slight worry at a similiarly dressed boy in white beside him.
The man in black- known as Corbeau, a rising phantom thief in the west- fidgeted, uncomfortable with the situation. The man in white- boy, technically- known to all as Kaitou KID, was too worn out to really express any of the emotions the others in the Nakamori residence were holding. He was just... Tired. So, very tired.
The door to the Nakamori residence opened, and everyone turned their heads. In came Akako, her expression showing the slightest hint of frustration, and Kuroba Chikage behind her, just as uncomfortable and sheepish as Corbeau.
Hakuba gave her the same dirty look he gave Corbeau.
"... Good morning?" Chikage winced internally at how it came out. Nakamori let out a deep sigh. "Sit down, Chikage."
There were no more chairs at the dining table. Neverthless, Aoko got up from her chair and dragged it to the side of the two men in top hats. The chair screeched against the floor. The wood seemed to crack with her grip.
KID seemed to shrink in on himself as she came near.
There was a resounding thud as she let it go. She went back to her father's side, and leaned against the glass door behind her with her arms crossed. Chikage took that as her cue to sit in it.
Once they were all appropiately sitting or leaning against something (Akako sat on the sofa, turned towards them with her head leaning against her hand) Inspector Nakamori looked upon the three sitting across from him.
He looked at Chikage, his neighbour, who he doesn't see much these days since she travels a lot and left her son in his care (and left so soon after his father supposedly died, leaving him to deal with the emotional fallout that resulted)-
He looked at Toichi, his friend, who he remembers died in an accident during one of his shows (he attended the funeral, and then was too busy trying to take care of two children on his own that he didn't realize until later that KID was gone, and hadn't thought to connect it)-
He looked at Kaito, who he'd watched over for what is nearing a decade, and actually somewhat raised for a good chunk of it with no one else available (who'd been growing distant, who had broke down just last night in the middle of one incredibly disastrous heist, snipers foregoing any sense of subtlety they previously had, secrets coming to light with Kaito being KID and Toichi not quite being dead and no one being what they seem, and things had been growing worse and worse for a while now but to think it would come to this)-
"What the hell?" he growled out in frustration. Kaito flinched. Toichi took to staring at his lap. Chikage opened her mouth as if to say something, then stopped, as if thinking better of it.
What the hell is going on?
I don't know, Inspector, you tell me. All I did is write this on the fly.
I might continue this, might not. No promises, I'm afraid.