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Moon Cats: Fearful Symmetry

Chapter One:

"Good afternoon, Captain Makata. How are you this day?"

"Commissioner Tokai, I'm doing just fine. Have you looked over the files I sent to you the other day?"

The gray haired older gentleman nodded, his hand gesturing at the collection of file folders sitting on his desk's blotter. "Of course. I have to admit, most of the active officers he selected made perfect sense, but I was wondering if you could explain a few of his choices?"

"Of course, sir. I have been assisting Lt. Hibuki with the planning these past few weeks, and after hearing his reasoning I support his decisions completely."

"And I am sure you and Hibuki are right. I just want to go over them for my own piece of mind. First off, the only officer I question you about is Detective Hiroshi Shimaka..."

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"What do you MEAN your handing my cases over to someone else?"

"Exactly that, Hiroshi. You've been assigned to Precinct twenty. I don't know why, but it came down from on High." The police Lieutenant standing across the desk from him shrugged. "By the way, someone wants to speak to you in my office."

"Great, probably another 'I know their criminals, but think of your family' speeches." The young detective snarled as he rose, and stalked into the office. "Look, whoever you are I've..." The man who turned to look at him, clearly amused, shocked the detective deeply. "Sarge?"

"Actually, it's Lieutenant now, gods save me. How are you doing Hiroshi?"

"They just reassigned all my cases and told me that I was being reassigned, too. But hell, that means I get to knock off early and buy you a celebratory drink."

"Sit down for a minute, Hiroshi. I want to talk to you for a few minutes.... Then if you STILL want to, I'll let you buy that drink for me."

Hiroshi Shimaka sat down, raising an eyebrow. "Okay...go ahead."

"The reason you got reassigned is because of me, Detective." At the shocked look Hibuki nodded. "I've been given the honor, or supreme headache, of building a new division specially intended to deal with the weird, the strange, the magical and the damn near impossible. It's been named the Central Administrative Police Preternatural Agency , or CAPPA."

"Nice name."

"I thought so, too. While officially our job is going to be roughly along the lines of CSI for the first few months, neither myself or the higher ups are foolish enough to think we aren't going to be in the thick of SOMETHING eventually. To that end I've been ordered to set up a small team of detectives to investigate crimes that may, and in this city probobly WILL, be magical or abnormal in nature."

"I've also been given the discretion to build this agency from the ground up. I want you as my Chief Detective, with the raise of rank to detective sergeant."
"Why me?"

"First off, your an honest, righteous cop. You proved that every day here in the OCTF. Secondly, your young and can adapt, but you've been on the job long enough to know the ropes. Third, I'm the guy who trained you on the streets so I know your at least basically competent." Both men chuckled, then Hibuki raised a hand. "And lastly, because of what happened to your daughter."

"I don't need you to protect my family Sarge!" The younger cop yelled, standing. "I know I draw attention here but..."
"SHUT UP!" the loud shout caught the detective off guard. "I'm not protecting your family. I have kids too, though they are in college and out of the house now. I know all about the dangers of this job! No, it's because of who, or rather what, rescued your daughter."

"Huh?"

"We are going to be dealing with all kinds of creatures, Hiroshi. Youma, Daemons, Golems...and possibly little green men from mars parking in handicapped spaces! I want my chief detective to be open minded enough to realize those little green men aren't necessarily invading the earth when all they wanted was a burger from McDonalds. You have reason to be open-minded."

Hiroshi Shimaka nodded, remembering the night when, because of a madman, he couldn't be there for his daughter. He also remembered a cat like creature, what at the time they thought was a youma but was now believed to be one of the Neko-jin that had been running around town for the past several months.

"There is a catch, Hiroshi. Some of the folks you're going to work with aren't exactly normal, and I am not telling the higher ups everything. I can't and won't tell everyone, but you need to know. If you can't do that, then I'll withdraw my request for you, and let you stay here, where you are definitely doing the good work."

Hiroshi sat, looking across the desk at his old training officer. "Tell me about these people, over a drink, Boss."

"Good." Ichiro Hibuki smiled. "Oh, by the way... There is something you should know about Luna and Artemis."

They left the office, the younger officer wondering why Hibuki would want to talk about his daughter's friends.

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"That does make good sense. I allowed his transfer just to get some heat off of him, but Detective Shimaka will fill the role of moderator well."

"I thought so too, when Ichiro explained it to me."

The police commissioner nodded, then set the first folder aside, pulling open another. "Now, about this woman... Reika Hagisaki. Isn't she the daughter of..." The older man pondered how to phrase it?

"Isn't she a Yakuza Princess from the Hagisaki family? Yes she is." The female police captain grinned at her superior's look of shock.

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"Makoto, I am never going to learn how to make cheesecake from scratch!" Reika frowned, staring and the lumpy mess in the pie pan.

"Yes you will, it just might take a little time. You said that about chocolate mouse too!" The younger girl smiled, patting the shorter woman on the back. "And Mako seemed to enjoy your last batch quite a bit!"

The two girls turned their gaze on the old, scared yakuza bodyguard, who looked up from the bowl of mouse he was finishing. "Huh?" He was further disconcerted when they started laughing like maniacs. Rising, he left the room, taking his pudding with him.

The girls walked into the living room, settling in the sofa while taking a break from baking lessons. "It's good to have you here, Makoto. I get so BORED all day when your at school. I swear, I'd get a job if I had any skills!"

The doorbell chose that rather auspicious time to ring. Mako, who had settled in an easy chair that Reika had bought specifically for him and opened the door. To the length of its chain. "Yes?"

The girls watched as Mako nodded, and opened the door fully, showing Ichiro Hibuki in a three-piece suit. "Thank you, Mako. Hello Reika, Makoto."

"Hello Sergeant. How are you?" Reika asked as he stepped into the apartment letting Mako close the door.

"I'm not a Sergeant anymore. They promoted me against my will." The older man said with a slight grin.

"I hate it when that happens." Mako commented, nodding his head. When the cop looked back at him with a raised eyebrow he shrugged. "Hey, the Yakuza has a hierarchy too. I had that happen to me once or twice. I miss being a bouncer."

"Well now you're a butler, so accept it Mako."

The two older men, despite their wildly varied backgrounds shared a moment of perfect understanding, and grinned. "Yes Ms. Reika."

"Good. So what can we do for you..? Lt. Hibuki?" The rank was as much a question as the rest of her sentence.

"Yep, it's Lieutenant now. And I came to, bluntly, offer you a job."

"Huh?" All three of his audience asked in unison.

"I've been given the job of building a police branch to deal with... well frankly to deal with what you girls deal with Makoto." He said, nodding to the Senshi of Jupiter, Mako frowning as he always did when he was reminded that such young girls were the only people fighting monsters. "And I've been given one huge budget to hire civilian consultants to help in my, rather undefined, mission. You, Ms. Hagisaki, are the only wizard, sorcerer, or whatever you are that I know of, and I NEED a magical expert on my staff."

"She isn't going to be no cop, Hibuki. She ain't got the skills, or the toughs."

"Mako!"

"Sorry, but it's true, Ms. Reika."

"And he's right." Hibuki agreed. "You aren't going to be a cop. Her roll will be more as an expert advisor, or a crime scene analyst. I want her to tell me what is happening, so I can have my operators deal with it directly. Not to be a front line fighter."

"Oh..." Mako muttered.

Makoto raised a hand, curious. At Hibuki's chuckle and nod she asked. "Why aren't you asking one of the Senshi?"

"One, I'd have to explain why and none of you want that yet. Two, your all way to young yet. Sixteen is a good age, but not for police work... At least not officially." Hibuki had long ago stopped doubting their abilities. He had seen them in action to many times in the past, often from far to close.

"That would make sense, Mako-chan. And wasn't I just saying I was bored?"

"This is a serious job, Ms. Hagisaki. Not a game."

"I know Lt. Hibuki. And I would very much like a serious job. If you'll have the estranged daughter of a Yakuza Oyabun, then I'm your woman."

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"His reasoning is sound, but her background is questionable."

"Not really. The Hagisaki family with the exception of Akuma Hagisaki is completely legitimate now. The only bad apple they had left, Akuma Hagisaki, was disowned and killed in a van accident going to prison. What's more she doesn't get along with her father well, from all reports."

"And they won't really be dealing with the Yakuza real often I suppose. Very well, she's acceptable." Setting Reika's folder aside he lifted a third. This one had a red tag on it, showing his concern. "I'm really most concerned by the fact that he wanted an outsider, a Private eye no less, as a second in command!"

"I've checked all the databases, and his records hold up, though he is a relatively unknown element until about a year ago. He has already run through the paces for a volunteer police badge and with the exception of the actual law portion of the physical and mental tests, he passed with flying colors."

"Granted."

"He also has a B.A. in Mythology which can only be an advantage in this sort of operation."

"So tell me, have you met this..? Artemis Yui?"

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"I can't believe you hacked into databases to give yourself a human identity Artemis!" Ichiro shook his head, sitting across a coffee shop table with his good, and strange, friend.

"Hey, do you know how hard it is to order things off the Internet without a credit card? Besides, it's not like I stole an identity or anything! I'm really me and you know I deserve to 'officially exist'."

"That's true. How did you talk Luna into getting one to?"

"You mean the black arrow of righteousness?" Artemis chuckled. "Usagi caught me doing mine, and insisted I do Luna to. Why do you think her name's 'Luna Tsukino'?"

"I WAS wondering about that." The cop chuckled, sipping his tea.

"So, when did you get the rank boost, buddy? Don't think I didn't notice the gold shield when you paid."

"A few weeks ago. I was ambushed by my captain and given a 'Spook Squad' to form, so the government can pretend to keep up with your girls."

The white haired psuedo-man chuckled. "At least they aren't using cheerleaders like one rumor I read on the Net. How's it going?"

"Not to bad. I'm still looking for a Twic though."

"Twic?"

"Second in command, or Two In command. It's from the military somewhere I think."

"Oh. Why the problem?"

"Well, frankly, I don't want a ridged thinker. I need a free thinker who also won't flinch in the face of the sort of crap we're going to deal with."

Artemis nodded. "Yeah, that is tough. Anyone in mind yet?"

"Yeah. I'm just not sure how to talk him into it."

"Well, if there is anyway that I can help, just ask Hibuki." Artemis said, watching the man rise and slip on his coat. He didn't see the evil smile until it was to late.

"Glad to hear you say that. 301 Courthouse drive at nine, your office is next to mine. Glad to have you aboard number one."

He was gone before Artemis realized what had happened.

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"Yes I have, and he's about as different from Hibuki as night to day. I have to admit though, this Mr. Yui has the skills."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he was mistakenly directed to the room we have the Sokashi killings data in, the one we thought was a revenge killing?"

"Yeah."

"He noticed that the only survivor had two nearly identical knife wounds, one above the other, and that one was a bit 'hesitant'. He wanted to know why."

"Fresh outlooks can push investigations along. Wonder how he could recognize that from a picture."

"It Seems Mr. Yui is, among other things, a third dan equivalent in Tiger Kung Fu, and a bit of a sword aficionado. He whipped the floor with the Hand to Hand instructors."

"Even old Han?"

"Oh yeah. It was a long fight though, let me tell you."

"Then he's in, if for no other reason then being a tough bastard... Even with that little vandalism charge."

"It was in England after all, sir."

"True. Now, could you tell me about this woman? Why did Hibuki get a secretary from outside the departmental pool?"

"He did get a few, but he wanted his administration head to be open minded enough to accept 'Then the monster ate me' as a valid report. He also couldn't convince Ms. Tsukino to take a consultant position."

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"Hibuki, you know I am responsible for the Senshi and their training, and what you are asking would have me on call for the police far too much. I must fulfill that duty first."

Hibuki silently cursed. He wanted Luna not only for her skills in analyzing situations but because she was more politically and socially inclined then any five of his other officers. He chose them for competence, not promotion ability. "Well, okay Luna. I guess I can accept that. Will you help when you can though? You've got a sharp head on your shoulders."

The black cat just rolled her eyes, and prepared to answer, but the trilling of a cell phone stopped her. Hibuki pulled the small flip phone out of his pocket and started speaking into it. "Hibuki... Yeah I ordered that. What do you mean no?... Listen you bean counting idiot, my guys are going to be dealing... What do you mean we can't be wasting money on urban myths? Where the hell are you from?.... Look, I need that equipment!"

Luna frowned, the argument continuing in front of her. Finally she shook her head, and jumped onto Hibuki's shoulder, forcing her head between his ear and the phone.

"Hello, who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

"I'm Sgt. Roka Mitaka. Who the heck are you?"

"I'm the person who, if you do not remember your duties, is going to call your superior and tell him what I think of your attitude."

"Listen lady..."

"No, Sergeant, you listen. Your superiors obviously consider those urban myths you distrust so much to be enough of a threat to form an agency to deal with them, am I correct?"

"yeah, but..."
"I asked a yes or no question, Sergeant. Reserve your answers to yes or no."

"Um...Yes ma'am..."

"Now, if they give Lt. Hibuki the funding, and the authorization to order equipment like he has, through your respectable offices, then doesn't that suggest they want him to get it?"

"Yeah, I suppose.."

"Then I suggest you do so, before your supervisors hear from me on this matter, and you find yourself writing speeding tickets for a living again. Am I quite clear?"

"Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am."

"Good. You may hang up now."

Hibuki looked on in shock. With the use of a voice tone he remembered from his school days and simple logic she had cowed the accountant, and gotten him the whatcamacallit that Reika insisted the order.

"I'm impressed, you had that bugger eating out of your hands."

"Being the personal assistant to royalty gives you some experience with bureaucrats.

Hibuki nodded, then paused. "Personal assistant, eh? What if I gave you a job where you were only busy when the girls were in school?"

"How could you possibly guarantee something like that?"

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"Wait, is that the woman who answered his phone Tuesday when I called him?"

"More then likely. Why?"

"She reminds me of my wife... And I'm about as willing to tick her off! She stays just so she doesn't come demanding to know why she wasn't!"

Captain Makata chuckled. She actually rather liked Luna, and had eaten lunch with her on a few spare occasions. And she agreed with the Commissioner, since she WOULD likely come looking for an answer as to why she was fired. "She also has a political science degree, along with a degree in diplomacy. She should do well and keep that department afloat nicely.

"I already approved this Mamoru Chiba character, though the fact that he just left med school and hasn't done any residency yet is somewhat worrisome. Have you or Hibuki looked into that?"

"We've arranged for him to do rotations in the local hospital police wards and the station houses for physicals. His desired specialties are Neurology and Pathology, so on at least one count we can give him a fine education."

"Very well. CAPPA is now online, officially with my blessings. May god have mercy on our souls with this group of misfits."

Both Police Officials chuckled.

AN: Yes, I made Mamoru a doctor, because I can never remember how old he actually is, or what he actually was studying. I'm also giving him a BA in botany just to round him out.

What, you thought I'd forget about tux boy?

As for the degrees Luna and Artemis have worked up, think about it. Throw in Artemis's computer (From the first storyline) and hacking the registries of Britain and Japan aren't a problem.

Oh, and as for the vandalism charge, Artemis reads enough and watches enough TV to know that to clean a background is a blatant sign of fakes. Luna has a streaking charge in the US if anyone wants to know.

She doesn't know yet, so don't tell her...heh.