'' Rizaya talking telepathicaly

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"INUI!" Ryozaki-sensei shouted, startling the team and making Tezuka have to calm every one down. Inui walked over to the door muttering about data, percents, and probability.

"There is an 86.5 chance that you are going to introduce me to Echizen." He stated professionally.

"There's also 99 chance that I'll arrest you for conspiracy unless you tell me why I'm here right now!" Ryoma threatened. And he was serious too. He was good at masking all his negative emotions, but that didn't mean that they weren't there. Beside's, everyone else knew what was happening besides him possible probable cause.

"Ryoma!" Ryozaki-sensei warned, "Let's stay calm. Inui explain. Now." Ryoma nodded, and they all looked at Inui expectantly. He almost looked like he was sweating from the pressure. How difficult can it be to give one simple explanation? Are these people that dumb?

"Echizen, the commissioners told me about you. Inui Sadaharu, yoroshiku onegaishimas." Inui was tall and had good posture. It was obvious that he was the "brains" of the tennis team and helped everyone with training and organization. Ryoma could see the potential he had as a detective. I wonder why he quit. Who would take a tennis club over the best detective law enforcement agency in the world?

"Echizen Ryoma, Yoroshiku, what do you know?" Ryoma bowed quickly and tried to get an answer out of this guy.

"I assume you don't know about the deportation."

"Deportation?!" What? No one could ever kick an Echizen out of their country. It was an honor to have him in their country and he was solving their murders, rapes, burglaries, and investigating crime scenes and bodies (including vomit, dumpsters, and pulling condoms out of a toilet) without getting so much as a penny in return.

"It's more of a "transfer" actually, the commissioners decided to send you back to Japan for some lower-level work for a while. You don't really have to do anything either, just make sure to stay in Japanese borders."

"Why, how long?! Why didn't anyone tell me about this?!" Ryoma was appalled. If they had to force him in Japan, couldn't they at least have the courtesy to tell him why he was being sent away from his home and friends?

"I'm not very sure about that. I think the maximum is a year at most. This period is meant to be used as a break or relaxation period. But, your passport is still nullified and you do have to attend a psychiatric evaluation every month. I'm not sure about the rest."

Ryoma was still stuck at the words 'nullified', 'password', 'maximum', and 'year'. Breath in, breathe out, in, out, he concentrated completely on the rispetory system to keep from having a nervous breakdown and gathered his thoughts. I have been transferred/deported to Japan against my own will, forced to go to 7th grade in Seishun Middle School, my passport has been nullified, and I'm under virtual house-arrest in Japan.

Mada mada dane.

Almost on cue with his thoughts, a hot, sharp, searing, pain spread across his right hand, followed by the unmistakable, familiar feel of blood against his skin. God.

'Kitten-san, are you alright? It feels as if you're in mental distress. Should I send an ambulance?' The voice of Ryoma's younger twin brother, Rizaya, echoed inside his head combining itself with the pain, the shock, and trying to keep his cool composure. Rizaya's voice always was filled with loathing, sarcasm, hate, superiority, arrogance, pride, and just a hint of disappointment at whomever he was talking to. All these traits enabled him to control or shake whoever heard him with just a sigh or the sound of his breath. His sadistic, manipulative, cruel, composure was often taken as strength and pride, which as well as providing him with an air that made him look older (Ryoma could pass for 8 if he tried really hard), made him a favorite among female teachers and woman, both in kendo and regular classes.

No, I'm alright, Nii-san, just a little troubled. You don't need to worry.

'If you say so, it's not my life.'

"Echizen? Wake up!" Ryoma heard Ryozaki calling, but her voice sounded strangely far away. Ah, I collapsed. Shit. Ryoma summoned all the strength he could muster to slip back into consciousness. He briefly glanced over at his right arm to make sure that complications didn't develop when he fell. The bleeding stopped, but some of the blood was still visible through the tight gauze. He needed to change it soon before more suspicion started. "What happened?"

"You fainted from shock."

"Okay, give me my schedule, and I'll get out and leave you alone."

Inui paused for a moment and Ryoma, with tired eyes, saw his expression change from problem solving accountant, to mischievous child science protégée. "The regulars are going to McDonalds after practice Echizen-kun. You should join us, there's still at least an hour before DDS classes start."

Ryoma considered his wording, "This isn't a choice, is it?"

"No."

"Alright then,"

Sumire looked back and forth between the two and when Ryoma exited the office a little too eagerly she asked, "Inui, what are you planning to accomplish?"

"Eii, data."