Kurohoshi Agency
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Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk.
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"Mitsui, Akagi wanted another meeting to discuss about Iwago," Sawakita swung around in his chair, leaving his mobile phone on the desk.
"We've bagged Hizakawa, and the next thing to do is to find evidence against Iwago," Sendoh ticked the first and last case off deftly, "But hell, he has an air-tight alibi,"
"He doesn't need to do it himself," Mitsui shook his head, sipping some coffee, "His gang would do anything for him. When I say anything, I mean anything."
"Or he could simply hire someone to do it," Sawakita muttered, slightly disgruntled, "We ain't getting anywhere. Say something, Rukawa, you bloody ice-pack."
"Aho," Came the expected reply, "Get going," Rukawa picked up his coat and swept out of the office.
"Right, "get going", really! Why doesn't he talk more?" Mitsui glared behind Rukawa.
"He just doesn't like to talk in excess," Sendoh laughed, "C'mon, waste no more time,"
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"…That's not going to work, Akagi, someone there recognized Mitsui, and they would definitely step up on defences." Ayako frowned, "How about using a search warrant?"
"Ayako, Iwago sets his own laws in his territory," Mitsui spoke up, "He doesn't care for the government, nor the police. Search warrants? I presume he'd laugh at it and kick the lot of us out or something."
The room sank into silence again. Akagi then suggested that they set about picking out evidences against Iwago, before they do anything else. As they came through the corridors, Miyagi met up with Ayako with a large bouquet of flowers, "For my most beautiful Aya-chan,"
Mitsui's eyebrows furrowed into knotted bits, "Miyagi?"
Ayako swung around, beaming, "You know him, Mitsui-san? In case you don't know, he's my husband, Ryota."
"Ayako, he is a lackey for Iwago."
Everyone looked shocked, even Rukawa widened his eyes. Miyagi?
The curly-haired brunette turned pale, and stammered, "I don't know what you are talking about, Mitsui-san, if you'd pardon me, I'll leave with my wife before you slander me with your vicious accusations…"
"No, just stop there, Miyagi, don't try to kid me. I know you work for Iwago,"
Without warning, he tripped Miyagi and pulled off his shoe on the right foot. There, leering at everyone else was a black tattoo in the form of a scorpion covering a bold letter "I".
Ayako recognized it to be the trademark brand that Iwago burns into the soles of everyone of his followers. She had seen in on the various gangsters brought into the police station. Her petite frame shook visibly, and her eyes flashed angrily, "Miyagi Ryota, so this is why you've been pursuing me all these years…isn't it? So that you could get information for your bloody Boss Iwago?"
Miyagi turned paler than he already was and held Ayako's shoulders, crying, "No! I loved you, truly! Aya-chan…"
"Stop calling me Aya-chan! You told me you were a salesperson!" She screamed, "How long are you going to keep me in deception?" A tear fell out of her eye, "Damned you!" She screamed again, hurling a fist at her husband's chest.
Miyagi fell back, guilt apparent in his eyes, "I'm sorry! Aya-ch…Ayako… I didn't mean to…"
"You have a lot to account for, Miyagi," Akagi's gruff voice broke through the riot, "Cuff him," He instructed the other two policemen behind them.
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"Hell, so Miyagi had been sneaking information to Iwago all along? No wonder nobody managed to catch him at his drug transactions," Sendoh scratched his hair, irritated, "He informed Iwago about all the police raids."
"Poor Ayako, her husband betrayed her," Sawakita sighed, "That fool of Miyagi! If he'd seek help from the lot of us when he ran into financial problems, he would not have messed himself up with Iwago!"
"I don't understand," Mitsui walked over to the windows, looking out at the setting sun, "Miyagi had such a wonderful wife, and he would rather join the gang to gamble and wench. Fool!"
Rukawa merely hovered over his work in deadpan silence. He too, had not expected his cousin's husband to be such a jerk.
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Miyagi admitted to all his betrayal, and gave the police information on Iwago's next major drug transaction. Iwago was very soon, arrested with solid evidence of his crime and questioned severely about the death of the second lounge hostess. It turned out that Sayukiko Marii had been too nosey, and found out about Iwago's drug trafficking. She then threatened to blackmail Iwago because he was going to dump her for another mistress. It was a stupid mistake of hers, for Iwago then sent a professional assassin to kill her, and from the information that Miyagi gave him about the first murder, made this one looked like it was done by the same murderer as did the first case.
Several acid tanks were found in the basement of Iwago's headquarters. He had killed several of his assassins to silence them, and after shooting them, got his men to dispose of the bodies in the highly concentrated Sulphuric acid tanks. The bodies were dissolved and only a few fragments of the corpses were found.
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"Finally finished," Mitsui read off the papers, " 'Drug trafficking tycoon Iwago arrested', the subtitles were 'Accused of several brutal murders'."
"I say guys, shall we go somewhere to celebrate? A bar…perhaps?" Sendoh suggested.
Three pairs of eyes flew towards him in a death glare.
"NO!!"
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