"This investigation takes place in Kuo Kuana, Menagerie..."
Sun Wukong gulped as he sat down like an obedient schoolboy with his hands firmly planted onto the countertop while his tail curled up in indignant shame. This was it. He was so screwed. He should have trusted his gut instinct that something was off when he showed up here. He should have known that Blake was older than she looked—she had hips that were too mature though he didn't personally mind her well-grown backside though. Only when she unassumingly disappeared behind the curtain did he feel his world crumble.
"I should've seen this coming..."
"Unfortunately, you didn't," casually sniped Rhys Cranson of Timeline BNC. "What brought here tonight, Sun?"
"I just...wanted to...y'know...see if she was...okay," the faunus stammered.
"So you came here. All the way from Vale. To an underage girl's house here in Menagerie. Just to see to her well-being?"
"Y-y-yeah."
Mister Cranson was not buying it. However, Sun was panicking too much to notice how badly his lie was falling apart without the journalist in front of him throwing questions that drew from him answers that would surely condemn him. "Do you know how old Blake is?"
"She told me she was...eighteen."
"Eighteen? She told you she was fourteen."
"Sir, I'm telling you, she said she was eighteen!" Sun pressed desperately.
"According to this chat, she made it clear twice that she was fourteen years old. And according to this"—the man ran his finger along a highlighted section of the hard copy of his chat log with Blake—"you acknowledged it. Three times. You even said that you wished she was a year younger."
The monkey faunus wanted to bury his head in his sweaty hands. He lost this one. "... Y-yeah. I thought she was thirteen. Then she told me she was fourteen."
"So you were lying to me."
He deflated. "I...uh...y-yeah...sorry."
"Did you bring condoms?"
"I didn't buy any...condoms."
"But do you have them?"
"I have one on me..." Shit. He got baited good. Damn it! Sun wept in defeat as he admittedly fished out the unopened packet from his back pocket and plopped it on the countertop. "...at all times, y'know. Like, you never know, when, uh...you might find them...useful."
"So you carry condoms...all the time?"
"It's to, uh, keep them from getting crushed."
Rhys raised a disbelieving brow. "Crushed?"
He shrugged poorly. "Yeah, crushed. Y'know...they're pretty flimsy and, uh, when, y'know, uh...you may never know?"
"Did you intend to use them?"
"No, no, n-not tonight—I mean—not today—shit—I mean, uh, I didn't plan on using them." He kept swallowing the lumps in his throat with the corners of the countertop fogging up from the amount of sweat seeping through his fingers.
"You didn't plan on using them? Well, it says here...that you were going to. Very descriptively, I might add."
Sun whinnied pathetically as Rhys continued to read off more and more damning lines from their chat log.
"... You're too pretty for your age, L-O-L..."
"... You do know that you're going to 'blank' my 'blank'..."
"... I am going to put you up against the shower wall and put my 'blank' in your 'blank'...because I'm the 'Boss'..."
More guilty groans drawn from even more recitations of his lewd remarks. Then the spreads showing the printed images he sent online. One by one, Rhys listed them off in front of him, asking—almost taunting—if they were his. "This is you, correct?"
Sun was forced to look at his own image. From his confident smirk to his chiseled abs which, up until now, he was so proud of. Now, they made him feel dirty. "Y-yeah... T-that's me, hah-hah."
The journalist flipped the page, exposing the next set of photographs. "And these are pictures of your—"
"Someone kill me now," the faunus cried. "Yes! Okay, you made your point. Please, stop!"
Rhys folded his arms. "It looks like...you came here. To have sex with an underaged girl."
Sun didn't know what came over him but he decided to roll with it. At least to save some dignity. "We were role-playing in a chatroom, dude."
"You were role-playing," the man repeated incredulously.
"Yeah. People do that a lot in these chatrooms."
"So...this fourteen-year-old girl agreed to role-play with you. Involving sexually explicit scenery. That you convinced her to indulge in. And that you made clear several times...that you intended to realize in person."
If Sun had Coco's shades, he would have put them on and sunk into this rattan chair to hide his mountain of shame. "It wasn't...it was part of the role-playing."
"What? Sending pictures of your genitals?"
"It...it h-helps...immersion?"
Try as he might, Mister Cranson always had a stronger rebuttal, further reinforced by that fucking chat log as well as his own incriminating evidence. The faunus sunk his head deeper and deeper into his hands until he could nearly assumed the fetal position while seated on a stool.
"What do you think should happen to you?" the journalist asked him after the round of questioning ended.
Sun folded into himself, unable to meet his interrogator in the eye. He had already been defeated and Rhys was only twisting the blade. Funny how an acrobatic Huntsman-in-training could so easily be subdued through words by a media man who probably did not have his Aura unlocked. "... I should...probably get help... Y'know, like, counseling and stuff..."
Rhys nodded understandably. "There's something I gotta tell you."
The monkey faunus knew what was coming even before he raised his head.
"I'm Rhys Cranson with Timeline BNC." Then the cameras came out. As if no one was not expecting them, anyway. "And we're doing a story on adult men looking to meet kids online..."
Sun's internal wailing drowned out the rest of the tag line. He knew the fucking show, damn it. He got it. Just give him the coup de grace already!
"You're free to leave."
"... Thank you, sir," was his dejected response. Once outside, he finally let out all the pent up anguish. Granted, he was wise enough not to resist and dropped to his knees with his hands behind his head. Though, that did not stop him from being violently tackled by the Menagerie Gendarmerie.
"Among our first guests is twenty-one-year-old Sun Wukong. A monkey faunus from Vacuo, he travelled all the way from his bunkhouse in Vale to meet with what he believed to be a fourteen-year-old cat faunus named Blake..."
ORIGINALLY DRAFTED: November 6, 2018
LAST EDITED: November 15, 2018
INITIALLY UPLOADED: November 15, 2018
NOTE: I am unapologetic.