Kurohoshi Agency
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Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk.
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"This won't get us anywhere. Iwago should be cleared, and Sawakita…" Sendoh replaced his mobile phone, sitting down. "We need to get the culprit to show himself." He looked absently at the Family Furnishing Magazine a-top the table.
Rukawa spun around in his armchair, an unfathomable expression on his well-chiseled features, "Bait him," He twirled a pen between his fingers coolly, "I'll get cousin to help."
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"Kaede, you are kidding," Ayako glared at the younger boy, "You are asking me to dress up as a lounge hostess and be the meat on the plate? Well-done and served?"
"You are not going to do that, Rukawa," Miyagi – Ayako's husband, stabbed his finger in Rukawa's chest resolutely, "Ayako is never going to do something like that. What if she gets hurt?"
"But, Ayako, you are a qualified and trained female police officer, and you've got the looks and the skills, who else can do the job?" Sendoh tried persuading her, "More people are going to die if you refuse to help. You will be protected. We only wanted to lure the murderer out."
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Sawakita rose an eyebrow when she stepped in and came to the bar table. He leaned towards her, "Ayako, nice…" He trailed his eyes over the figure-hugging dress that she was wearing. She glared at him, "Say that again if you want to die. Ryo is over there. Try to be funny and…" She showed him a fist. Sawakita grinned mischievously and raised both hands, "So, any drinks, miss?"
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He narrowed his eyes, staring at the woman at the bar-table, flirting and laughing with the bartender. Sluts. He thought. She'll be next.
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[Author's note: This is very very short, to hang your appetites. –Cackles evilly. - I was pretty lucky to catch this show on TV about…well, I shan't say anything else. Anyway. This story is too direct…I need to hone my skills more to write better murder mysteries. Oh, and wintry evolution, you over-complimented me…-scratches head, embarrassed- I don't think I'm that good… your story is better developed. Oh…and I think there should be more murder mysteries on FF.net SD. ^^ Just loved those stories.]