Prologue
Cut from the same cloth, they'd either kill each other or love each other like no other. Either way, they were doomed.
Mikan slid out of the car doors "You'll let me know if you get anything from Persona."
"What are we? Partners now?"
"That's right. Call me." She slammed the door and walked to the hotel office, giving Natsume her best back show.
If she was sixteen again, and he was seventeen, he would gun the engine and peel out. But she wasn't sixteen. He wasn't seventeen. She was twenty-four with a missing mother and sister and only a month of severance between her and the streets. He was twenty-five, a detective who had seen human depravity in all its many incarnations. Still, she'd bet her last year of decent dividends that as he eased the unmarked vehicle into traffic and pulled smoothly away, he was smiling. Just like her.
Hi guys, after some careful consideration I have decided to rewrite this story and take a noir-ish approach to it. Hopefully you'll still enjoy this version!
I'll be uploading the first chapter today and I hope you'll enjoy it. Looking forward to receiving your feedback.
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