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Unusual Methods

Haise stared at the mirror. The girl's face swam through his mind almost constantly. It had been constantly ever since he had visited the coffee shop. He wasn't going to be able to focus on the meeting with Suzuya's squad later. He wouldn't be able to focus on anything. He sighed, walking out of the bathroom and through he hallway toward the meeting room. He was almost late already, having excused himself to try uselessly to clear his mind. As he stepped into the room, he saw that Shirazu and Saiko, who had been ordered to work with them, were both absent, but so was Suzuya himself. He took two steps into the room before the door opened again.

"Sorry I'm late everybody!" Suzuya almost sang.

Haise turned, holding his arms out to the sides knowingly and forcing a convincing smile. Instantly, Suzuya shot forward, hands diving into his pockets and quickly stealing half a dozen snacks he had placed in them specifically for him. Once his prizes had been taken, Suzuya smiled up at Haise.

"You always come through for me," Suzuya smiled before his smile faltered a little. "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing," Haise smiled. "I've just...got something on my mind."

Suzuya smiled. "Okay!"

He went to his seat, sitting down and depositing his haul on the table, ripping one of the packages open as the door burst open and Shirazu sprinted in, gasping for breath and with Saiko on his back.

"I'm sorry we're late!" Shirazu said. "It won't happen again!"

"You actually brought her?" Haise asked. "Impressive. Don't worry about being late, I know she can be a handful."

They all took their seats and sat down, Haise lifting the papers in front of himself as Hanbee Abara, Suzuya's right hand, began to speak. However, Haise's mind once again drifted back to that coffee shop. He barely heard a word Hanbee said. Something about Nutcracker being a human trafficker for ghouls, and about an auction. Lastly, he heard something about the SS-rated ghoul Big Madam being involved. Finally, the meeting was over and they all left, Haise remaining silent.

"Excuse me, Sasaki?" Urie spoke up as they reached the main entrance.

"Hm?" Haise asked.

"My check up?" Urie said.

"Oh, right," Haise nodded. "Best of luck to you."

Urie nodded and walked away, Haise turning and continuing to walk.

"Are you alright Sassan?" Shirazu asked. "You've been spacing out pretty hard today."

"Yeah," Haise said. "I'm fine."

"Right," Shirazu said, rolling his eyes. "Look, if it's really eating at you that much, just go ask that chick out."

"It's not like that," Haise said. "I just...could swear I knew her."

Shirazu sighed, shaking his head. "Well, anyway. I'm going to head home."

"Me too," Mutsuki said. "Are you coming?"

"No," Haise said. "There's something I have to do first. I'll see you at home."

Both nodded and they separated outside, Haise taking a cab to Cochlea. Once there, he headed down to Donato's cell again, sitting down.

"So, I hear Torso got away," Donato said.

"Yes, but your information helped immensely," Haise said. "Thank you for that. What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well Haise, I wanted to ask you what you think about your memories, or lack thereof," Donato said. "I can tell you are being tormented by conflicting emotions. One minute you think you don't miss your memories, and the next you can't help but wonder who you truly are. Let me ask you something. What would you do if there was a way to get them back? Would you choose to regain your memories?"

"What brought this on?" Haise asked. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Why now?" Donato asked. "For one thing, I can see that something like a ghost from your past has been bothering you lately. It's in your eyes. The way your gaze is distant, and there's a touch of emptiness in them. Aside from that, there's another ghoul who has a personal interest."

"Another ghoul?" Haise asked.

"If you decide you want to regain your memories, he holds one of the keys that will help you do so," Donato said. "And that ghoul's name is-"

"It's alright," Haise said, holding up a hand. "I already know how to bring my own memories back. I just haven't done it. I don't know if I want to yet."

Donato smiled and nodded. "Very well. In that case, I'm afraid that's all the information I can give you for now."

"Alright," Haise nodded.

He left the prison, riding a cab home in silence, the girl once again dominating his thoughts, tears leaking from his eyes this time. As he got home, he gathered the others in the living room, minus Urie, who was still at his checkup. Then, he told them his plan for the mission. Dress like women.

Haise laughed into his hand as Shirazu complained about having to dance at the club, his deep, gruff voice not fitting his outfit or makeup at all, though he wasn't exactly a very attractive woman anyway. Mutsuki actually looked perfect as a female, and according to him and Saiko, Haise himself had done rather well also. Haise scolded Shirazu. Nutcracker's ingredients list had been young females. The best way to catch her was to go undercover as young women. At the same time as he pointed this out to Shirazu, he spotted Nutcracker, pointing her out to the others. They all spread out to try and draw her attention in their own ways, but within minutes, Haise was able to tell it wouldn't work. Saiko was too focused on dancing to think about the mission, anyone, male or female, that Shirazu tried to talk to was scared away, for obvious reasons, and Haise himself was having trouble doing much beyond seeing the girl from the coffee shop in his mind. Again. Donato's question about regaining his memories echoed through his mind, the girl's face seeming to smile more and more the longer he considered the possibility of trying to remember who he was.

After what seemed like no time at all, Shirazu nudged him, breaking him out of his stupor. He looked around just as Mutsuki, who had been talking to Nutcracker, ran over excitedly, saluting.

"Believe it or not, the Nutcracker just offered me a job," Mutsuki said. "Thanks to me our undercover investigation is go!"

"Awesome way to go Tooru!" Shirazu exclaimed.

"Oh man! I'm feeling so good right now! I'm going to go do a victory dance!" Mutsuki ran off, Saiko and Shirazu following, all three beginning to dance near the center of the dance floor, Haise making his way toward the exit. After another while of waiting, the three of them left the club, finding him waiting and they all headed home.

"When is this auction being held?" Matsuri Washuu, brains of S2, asked.

"The eleventh of November, sir," Haise said.

"Then let's have Investigator Mutsuki go in on his own," Matsuri said.

"You want him to infiltrate it alone?" Haise asked.

"You got a problem with that?" Matsuri asked. "We can't risk taking Quinques in because they might attract attention. Therefore it's the perfect job for the Quinx."

"But sir, Mutsuki's never been on-"

"That's enough!" Matsuri snapped. "I don't want your excuses. I've given you an order."

"Excuse me," Suzuya said, raising a hand. "I've got a question. Do you think that maybe I could infiltrate the auction too?"

"You sure you want to do that?" Haise asked.

"If we're going to go in there and stir things up it would be better to have at least one more person on the inside," Suzuya said.

Matsuri stared at him for several minutes before sighing. "Very well."

"I promise you won't regret it, Sir," Suzuya said before winking at Haise.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, Akira, Shimoguchi, and Hiruko all walking in.

"For this investigation, S2 and the Suzuya Squad will be working with Investigators Hiruko, Mado, and Shimoguchi, each of whom will be heading up their own squadron," Matsuri said. "Now allow me to brief you about the auction search and destroy operation."

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