Summary: There is an interrogation, Akechi, and Ren in a skirt and heels involved.

Note: look I saw the DLC costumes and I'm a fangirl with access to a keyboard. Also, I'm not sorry. It's past 2 am but I don't care. SOMEONE had to write about this.

Warnings: Ren's Legs, Akechi Thirsts Again, Trash Ficcing Once More, Who Is Even Surprised? Not Me, Ren Is Too Hot For Akechi To Function.

Disclaimer: Don't own P5.

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"And who is going to be my partner?" Goro wondered as he looked through the files, "I would have thought you'd be the one to accompany me to the interrogation, Sae-san." Goro raised his head just in time to see the strange mix of emotions pass through Sae's eyes. There was exasperation, amusement, well-hidden exhaustion, and impatience.

"I'm busy with something else," Sae said, tone clipped, and rose from her seat, "And according to our intel, the person you'll be partnering with is quite suitable to the interrogator's role."

"Oh?" Goro raised an eyebrow, "And I am not?"

"Don't take it personally, Akechi. You'll understand when you see it firsthand. Besides, you've been partnered with Amamiya to make sure he won't go too far."

Goro nearly tensed, and sent a cold look Sae's way, "Is it an interrogation or an 'interrogation'?" Goro almost scoffed, "You're assigning me partnership now to make sure this officer- Amamiya, was it- won't be using violence then?"

"Akechi." Sae's voice was sharp as she addressed him, "Trust me, you probably would have never expected to see this kind of interrogation." With her piece said, Sae walked away, exiting her office and presumably heading towards wherever she had issues to handle.

Goro sighed and left as well, his feet taking him towards the elevator that was supposed to take him to the interrogation room underground.

He stood in the elevator, bracing himself to whatever horrid sights he'd find once he reached his destination before reaching to press the button to close the doors.

His hand stilled mere inches away from the button as he saw a figure approach the elevator and he froze in place as his eyes raked up and down the figure in a manner that was more appreciative than he thought he was capable of while he was in the middle of the predicament he was in at the moment.

The figure was dressed in all blacks, with a lean figure and a pair of very nice legs that were easily showcased and flattered by the way they were hugged by a pair of knee length, high heeled boots, tights, and a tight skirt that had slits up the side, hugging the waist and hips but letting the legs show. Raising his sight from the person's lower half, his eyes trailed across the studded belt, the short sleeved vest, the long leather gloves reaching just above the elbows, the cap, the thick, curly hair reaching under the person's shoulder, and-

The grin.

Bright.

Red.

The person was looking straight at him with a devious grin as they sashayed to the elevator, the sheer force behind their dark gray eyes pinning him in place.

Goro was shaken out of his frozen state when the person entered the elevator with him and closed the door behind them before they stalked up to Goro, backing him against the wall.

"E-excuse me." Goro cleared his throat, "But I don't think you should be here in this elevator. At least not without clearance."

"You're Akechi Goro," The person purred in a low voice, giving him a heady look from under their eyelashes, "You're the one they sent to, ah, keep me in line. How cute." Goro blinked in shock and the figure leaned in close to his ear to whisper, "The name is Amamiya Ren, a pleasure to meet you."

Amamiya pulled back just in time with the elevator reaching their destination and opening its doors, and pivoted gracefully on one heel, their hair fluttering in the air very close to Goro's face, before continuing to sashay down the hallway leading to the interrogation room underground, an unmistakable sway to their hips.

"Well now, detective, aren't you coming?"

Goro swallowed thickly and cursed every single one of his superiors along with Amamiya for good measure.

Though it begged the question; why was Amamiya dressed like that?

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Goro received the answer to his question when he arrived at the room alongside with Amamiya.

Amamiya had taken one look at the criminal held within and sneered, their eyes smoldering as they looked down their nose at the unfortunate target of their stare.

Goro wasn't even in the line of Amamiya's sight yet a pitiful part of him whimpered 'please step on me'.

"So this is the trash they sent me to deal with?" Amamiya's lips twisted into something terrifying and the criminal shuddered, his eyes widening as his pupils dilated and breathing hitched.

Ah, Goro felt himself grow faint; this was that type of interrogation.

Taking in a fortifying breath as subtly as he could, Goro prepared himself for torture.

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End

What? What are you looking at me like that for?