Chapter 5: Different Worlds Collide
"Do you think she'll do it?" Choe Gu-Sung asked handing Makishima the red book he requested.
They were at the penthouse; of course it was swiped off from any cymatic scans. It held a view of the Public Safety Bureau and the Nona Tower. It was quiet for its tall stature so no engine cars are heard.
Makishima opens the book without any expression on his face though Gu-Sung knows he's delighted. "To be honest, I don't know." He said solemnly.
Gu-Sung almost chokes on his drink. "That's a first. Are you sure you didn't catch anything from that old man?"
He sets down the book on his lap and stares into the window. "She says she has too much conscience but her eyes," he paused, "have intent to kill. She's unpredictable to say the least."
"It seems you've taken an interest in Miss Hyousetsu." Gu-Sung mused.
A word Gu-Sung never thought he'd hear from the man who kills without a second thought escaped his lips. "Maybe I have."
He's known him to have his mind set on every decision. He has no afterthought. Meeting the girl has clouded his judgment, it was subtle but Gu-Sung is sure it will build up if he keeps meeting her. Probably because she's quoted a lot of famous people he liked. Though he still wonders how Makishima's going to play with her.
"Ah... Achoo!"
"Bless you." Ginoza said.
Hermia sniffed. "Thanks."
She studied the human turned sculpture but with flesh and bones. She shivered at the grotesque art. The head was cut-off and placed in between the torso, she was upside down and her hands were twisted in an unimaginable way. She hid her trembling hands, its acting up again.
"Something wrong?" Ginoza placed his hand on her shoulders.
"I'm fine." She tried to smile and held on to the warmth of his hand.
He looks at her with concern. "There's not much you can do here for now, Hermia."
She didn't argue and said her good bye. Despite his uptight attitude, he still knows how to show his care for others. He looks out for Akane and he still values his friendship with the former inspector turned enforcer though he still keeps his distance.
Coming home, she stripped off and went straight to the shower. She thought about the briefcase and how she badly wanted to open it and create the bacteriological weapon.
"No. I am not going to succumb." She said in a determined voice and dried herself.
"You have an email from the academy." the one in-charge of her holo said. He is also a small white chow-chow puppy.
"Choey, please read it for me."
"They're requesting assistance for the teachers with Anatomy and Physiology. The students can't seem to understand any of it. Will you decline or attend?"
"Attend. It's been awhile since I went to Oso Academy, I bet nothing's changed."
She ignored going to the wall where she kept the briefcase and proceeded to changing into her night clothes. She wanted to blame Makishima if only his offer wasn't so tempting but she couldn't and she won't. It was her volition to give in he just gave her the means to do so. Sleeping seemed to help so she went to bed even if it's only six.
She was right. It hasn't changed a bit. Oso Academy is also under investigation of the Bureau and Ginoza wasn't too happy when he found out she'd be there for a few days. Hermia wore a gray long-sleeved skirt that reached above her knees with black pumps, her hair tied on one side and a few curls framed her face.
"Good morning, Miss Hyousetsu." Rikako Oryou greeted as they passed each other in the corridor.
"Good morning." Hermia smiled. She noticed the girl's eyes turning into a mischievous glint but decides to ignore it.
She just finished lecturing about the different systems of the body. The Reproductive System was the most interesting; some girls are still naive about male related organs. Who could blame them? Being inside the Academy is close to being in prison. How she survived the place is now a distant memory.
Hermia walked past the art room and was surprised to see a familiar person looking at one of the canvas in an easel. He was holding Shakespeare's Fourth Folio.
"Does going back here make you nostalgic?" He asked and looks at her, his golden eyes intensifies with the sun shining on him.
"I'm not even going to ask how you found out." She shook her head. This brings her back to how he's no recognized by the system. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Tell me, Makishima, who are you?"
He smirks. "Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself."
"Friedrich Nietzsche. Always as cryptic as ever." She sighs and narrows her eyes at him. "You fascinate me, Mr. Shogo."
"I hope it doesn't turn into an obsession." A smile creeps its way on his lips.
So, he can also be sarcastic sometimes. She just stared at him, she'll have to get used to him getting the last word.
I do hope at least five people are reading this. Thank you for reading up to now ^^