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Step #45


Shisui's eyes glanced over at mine, still almost wondering why I was here. Yuko wasn't with us right now, he—I mean she (man, I'm never going to get used to this), had gone to file some paperwork with the events that transpired, especially when we were running from the now confined red head.

But why did he even shoot that little note to me? First of all, why me of all people? I can't do shit.

With a sigh and a hand through my hair, I peer through the window that separated the interrogation room and the observation room.

We had gone back to the station where they were interrogating Sasori. Fugaku was in there right now, asking him whatever he wanted to know. Shisui and I were in the room beyond the one sided mirror, watching and listening in. There were speakers in that room that helped us in being able to hear their conversation.

Needless to say, but Sasori stayed tight lipped about most topics, except ones that weren't related to the case at all.

"How long is uncle going to take?" I question, eyes staying on Fugaku. I had never actually been to one of his interrogations so I didn't know. Plus, it was pretty late (or really early in the morning), and I was getting tired. How long was he going to stay in there? When was I going to get my turn in asking the red head stuff?

"He should be finished up soon." Shisui answered softly.

I heave a light sigh through my nose, rubbing my temples as my eyes closed. "If you continue using that really nice soothing soft voice of yours like just now, you're going to make me really sleepy."

He only chuckled, mumbling an apology.

When I opened my eyes again, Fugaku was going to ask another question, but the only answer he got was "I'd like to speak to Arisa."

At the mention of my name, I perked up, the sleepiness suddenly leaving me. Shisui, too, seemed to be alerted. The only thing related to the current situation, and he mentions my name? What is this, a drama?

I point to myself silently, brows raised, wondering why he wanted to speak to me. Like, I wanted to speak to him, too, but I'm surprised he was the one who clearly stated it.

But he tried to kill me before, so…does that mean he wants to try and kill me now too? The corner of my lips turn downwards into a slight frown, but he can't do that here, can he. Plus, he doesn't have any more weapons on him…I think. I mean, I hope not.

Shisui placed a hand on my head, then messed up my hair, "Be careful of what he says."

"Mhmm." I made a sound of agreement.

He took his hand off when Fugaku sighed, saying that he'll bring me into the interrogation room. When Fugaku went out, Sasori turned directly to where the one sided glass was, at me, like he knew where I was. Of course, since it was glass that was one side mirror and the other see through, I doubt he would see me.

But still, it seemed like he could very well see through.

Shisui sighed, "I can't get a read on this guy."

"Arisa, can you question Sasori? He won't talk otherwise." Fugaku opened the door to the side room, beckoning for me to come. I followed him outside to the hall. "Just try to get some motive behind this, see if you can get any information about Scorpion and why he was trying to kill you." He glanced at the door, eyes narrowing slightly, then flickered his gaze to me, "We'll be listening on the other side."

He patted my shoulder reassuringly, but that pat also made me kind of self-conscious about the whole situation. What if I got something wrong? What if Sasori knows that I'm just another pawn for the police force to manipulate?

Well, it's not as bad as that, but Sasori might think otherwise. Plus, I'm doing the same thing Fugaku was going to do. I doubt he'd open up to me anyway.

Eh, I'll at least try.

With a curt nod I headed inside the room Sasori sat in. Closing the door behind me, I glance in his direction, finding those brown eyes of his watching me like a hawk, emotionless, almost like a porcelain doll. He wasn't even moving, too.

If I didn't know better I'd think he was a human doll or something…the thought of human dolls in haunted houses creeped me out.

I internally shake my head, ridding it of useless thoughts that would only hinder my thought processes and conversational flow.

"I heard you wanted to speak with me, Sasori?" I sat down on the chair, sitting up straight so that he knew my attention was on him.

Sasori stayed silent, blinking once. He looked like he was examining me, studying me, as if I was a painting on display in a museum. Then, his eyes flickered to the glass mirror and back to me in a split second.

Wha…is he trying to tell me that he won't say anything because he knows the others are on the other side listening in?

Before I could continue my thoughts, Sasori lifted his hand so that it was on the table, where he beckoned for me to do the same.

For a moment, I didn't get what he meant so I just stared at him with a confused expression, wondering what the hell he was doing. It was only when he got his other hand and started drawing something on it, then beckoning me again, that I understood.

With a curious nod, I took out my hand and placed it across the table, forgetting that this guy tried to kill me.

He stared me in the eyes for a second before using his index finger to write something on my open palm. His other hand covered it from the glass mirror so that the others couldn't see. He wrote syllable by syllable, looking up when he had finished a sentence.

'Sorry that I nearly got you and your friend.'

When he wrote those words, I just stared absentmindedly at my palm, then up at him. Of course, I was still confused, but for a criminal to say sorry for the events that just happened was pretty rare?

He continued writing.

'I made sure to purposely miss and not use poisons. It would be problematic if any of you died.'

At the mention of this, I remember Fugaku mentioning Scorpion was somehow related to Sasori, and Yuko saying that his weapons were laced with poison.

I close my palm when Sasori was about to write something else, and I took his hand to write something on it as well.

'I'm confused, Sasori. I thought you were Arrow's #1 assassin? Weren't you going to kill me?'

'I had no intention to.'

'But you really seemed like you did.'

'It's called acting, you idiot.'

My eye twitches when he insults me. Even like this, he's a snarky little shit.

'So why did you want to talk to me?'

Sasori paused for a long moment, almost hesitating to write whatever he wanted to write. He looked up, emotionless as ever, before finally deciding for it.

'I need the police and your help.'

As surprised as I was, I tried not to give anything away on my face.

'What, but why? Wait a minute, don't tell me this was what you planned from the beginning? Is this why you got caught?'

'That's right.'

I press my lips into a thin line as I narrow my eyes at him, suspicious. I stare at him for a long moment, contemplating whether or not I should trust him.

Sasori let out a light sigh and continued to write something.

'You probably won't trust me.'

'Damn right I don't. Who was the one who betrayed that trust in the first place, huh?'

'Stop being so immature. I'll tell you whatever you need to know. I'm staking my life on this, you know.'

I ignore his comment about my being immature.

'For all I know, this could be what you call 'acting' as well. How and why should I, or the police force, work together with you, knowing you are the #1 assassin of a company we're pursuing? You could very well be a double spy if we decide to trust you, or you could ruin us from inside out. So, then, what are your real intentions?'

Sasori raised an eyebrow just slightly, but I could see in his eyes that he was starting to get irritated, just ever so slightly.

'I told you already. I am staking my life, and those of my family, on this. This is precisely why I am using this way to communicate.'

'You don't need to go to these lengths to just tell us something like this. Even if it might be an act.'

'I do. Those camera systems? The security? The information that isn't already in the most encrypted of systems? Arrow is able to hack them easily.'

I stare at my palm for a while.

'I don't have the luxury of just talking to you all. As we exchange words, there is a chance somebody in Arrow is watching. Is that enough of an explanation to you?'

'No way, Reddy. I need more details. Let's start off with this: you said your family's life is at stake. What's going on there?'

'They're being held hostage by Arrow. However, it's not the normal hostage situation. They keep a close eye on them, and can kill them whenever and wherever they please. They seem to be living a normal life but they're monitored 24/7.'

I keep my face neutral, even though I'm absolutely 50% sure that this is bullshit. I don't even know anymore. Should I trust him? Should I not?

I decide to let him tell me his side of the story. It's the least I could do, if he really did want to get help from the police.

'So this is why you're working for Arrow, I presume?'

'That's right.'

'So you're being blackmailed by Arrow with the lives of your family at stake? Let me ask you this; are you able to see them?'

'I am.'

'I see. So you're backed into a corner. Who are they?'

'There are 4. Three are my cousins, actually. Gaara, Temari and Kankuro. The last is my grandmother, Chiyo.'

'So they don't know anything that is going on here? So they don't know your job as an assassin?'

'No. This is an underground job. My normal job is as a behind the scenes designer for hands on related things like puppets.'

'So if we were to help you, what kind of help were you after?'

'I want to take down Arrow. Of course, it's to release my family as hostages, but that is not all. There are many other things wrong with Arrow that stems from the corruption of individuals. And, that includes your father.'

When my father is mentioned in this, I tense up just slightly.

'So you'll let us in on information that you have acquired?'

'Yeah. Good bargain, don't you think?'

'This isn't a shopping trip, Sasori. I'm not sure whether or not you are telling the truth as of yet, so I'll need to talk to the others about this.'

'The only others you should tell are Shisui, Itachi and Yuko. I trust them enough to know what they're doing.'

'Oi, are you saying I'm not trustworthy enough?!'

'Why do you think I'm telling you this now, dumbass? You're not the easiest to convince but I know your type.'

'That sounds mega creepy you know.'

'I'll give you some time to figure things out. I trust you to make the right choice.'

Sasori placed his hands back down onto his lap and closed his eyes, resting them for a moment before opening them again.

I draw my hand back and rub my palm, thinking of what I should do. Of course, Sasori telling us what he knows is and will be a good development in the police's investigation of Arrow, and it'll probably also shed some light on the reasoning behind everything and what not.

I was still wondering about the box that one of the people (the fake officer that drove off with the box uncovered from under the dojo – he was by himself) when Yuko saved me. I might have to have Sasori elaborate on that.

Plus, for some reason Sasori knows Shisui and Yuko's name and said he trusts them. That was weird, coming from an opposing faction.

I stand up and take my leave. When I was outside, I was met with the head of the police force, who had a stern expression on his face.

"What were you two doing?" Was his words. Of course he would ask that.

"I was talking to him." I answered easily.

"What did he say? Anything to aid our investigation?" Fugaku's onyx eyes bore into me, almost trying to intimidate me into revealing all the details that I had gotten.

With Sasori's words, I wonder if I should tell Fugaku or not. Ultimately, he would make decisions to help with the deployment of troops or whatnot if this ever came to a standoff or something dangerous.

However, if I told him right now, wouldn't it mean that the cameras would be able to see what we're speaking about? Arrow might even have had stuff installed here to hear our conversations.

"Fugaku-san, I'm quite tired, so I don't know if I was listening right." Actually, I was. This was just an excuse. "I'm going to retire, so I'll be in the break room."

Fugaku's gaze hardened for a long second before he sighed heavily, patting my shoulder, "Get a good rest."

He went back into the interrogation room to question Sasori further.

Shisui had come out of the side room and was asking me what happened. I told him the same as Fugaku, but also added some details that I might come in handy with him knowing a bit of the situation I had been put in.

Shisui seemed to get it. He flicked my forehead, "Go get some rest. We'll talk about this later."

"Mhmm. You get some rest too, okay?"

Shisui grinned, "I will."