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Chapter 7

Journal Entry

Dated June 10, Monday

I wasn't really surprised when Kasamatsu-san of Kaijō Police Department called us. Perhaps, even if I denied it, I was silently waiting for this particular moment. It was already there in front of us, only waiting to be recognized, to be spelt out loud. But, even though we had the idea what was happening, we continuously made an effort to hide something that could not be hidden anymore, to ignore that which tugged into our very attentions. It was just us merely waiting for someone to breathe it down into our very necks. I don't like stalling, but, this time, I appreciated the delay.

But, what startled me was the fact that he'd be going to see us instead of us coming to seeing him. It was very rude of us just to let the chief of Kaijō to walk in the agency like that. He was an important person and his job demanded his attention at every moment. If it was something significant, then I and probably Izuki would come to Kaijō personally. It wasn't too much effort after all. Besides, Seirin and Kaijō had pretty much developed a mutual communication over the weeks, because of an important event that struck the Generation of Mercenaries.

He insisted, however. Yet, he added that he would be coming alone. He reasoned that it was a personal visit and was no part of any official police work. That sounded suspicious at first. What was so important that it required Kasamatsu Yukio to bring down information which he declared had no association with our jobs as policemen and detectives? That sense of doubt tickled my mind, my detective instinct shooting out again. Nonetheless, it made me feel less comfortable. For the chief himself to deliver them a message, there was something into that, I just knew.

His arrival was not impressive as I thought to be, Kasamatsu being the chief and all. He came to us casually, just garbed in a simple white long-sleeved shirt, topped with a black tie and black pants. His appearance actually surprised Izuki and Mitobe, since he requested earlier not to make his presence known, even to the core members of the agency. With Riko shushing down my fellow detectives, I managed to pull Kasamatsu into a more private quarter, inhibiting any semblance of interruption come into us. The setting was a little bit informal, but it appeared that Kasamatsu did not need any decorum at the moment.

The look on his face was serious. Kasamatsu-san was a staid-looking individual even at his merriment, as we from Seirin had observed. Of course, I could feel the lingering gaze that he sent to me and it brought me some shivers. His grey eyes thrust into mine, already warning me of some words that I would not like. I could already understand by that point, either because I read him as a detective or just because he was setting it off himself as a concerned individual. My heart throbbed violently once at that hint, blurring my vision at a pulse.

Wasn't he going to say anything? That question shot up in my head. I suddenly felt heated up, annoyed that the chief was not speaking. There was a flare of irritation that exploded inside me, my heart getting more agitated as the subtleties continued. Kasamatsu needs to say the thing, dammit. Why was he keeping his mouth shut? I almost gritted my teeth, now sure that my exasperation was beginning to show on my face. As if he had seen the change in my expression, Kasamatsu opened up his mouth but closed it promptly, as if still trying to arrange the perfect words to say.

But I did not need the sweet words anymore. Just as soon he stepped up inside our office, that look in his countenance already yelled before me that horror we tried to deny. Kasamatsu seemed to be the man who hated beating around the bush, since his mere expression was staunch and full of sincerity. It would feel bitter if he tried to coat his words, now that I started to recognize what the hell was happening. If Kasamatsu would postpone what he wanted to say to us, I was sure I could turn a hundred-eighty degrees and knock him off in the face.

I acknowledge you as an equal. He finally began and, instead of the fury I expected to burn inside me, I began to feel the cold haunting touch that started to fill in my fingers. I understand that I don't need to make this longer. He looked at me. I know you discerned as soon as I called. But I want to say this to you in person, anyway. He added, his words becoming heavier and heavier as they fell into my ears. The cold persisted to my hands, making them clammy and icy.

Kasamatsu, I replied. Is it…? I held in my question. Kasamatsu grasped what it meant even I blanked in some words. The meaning was apparent and it was only a fool who'd missed that. Even though I decided that I won't make him defer anymore, I found it ironic that I still could not bring myself to reconcile with it.

Tōō, Shūtoku and Rakuzan have spoken. He said. According to the evidences, the only suspect that they could only point their fingers at is Kiyoshi Teppei. Kasamatsu finally stated the information. It struck me that I almost fell into my knees. He said that it was a personal visit and had no intentions of bringing out work. Kasamatsu was a sure total jerk to reason to me that way. Nonetheless, I did understand why took the effort to say it to me instead. Perhaps, in one way, Kaijō was our last ally against the vindictive eyes sent to us by the other police departments. And, perhaps, it was the only way for Kasamatsu to share his sympathies to us.

Indeed, it was one of Seirin's darkest days. Finally, the truth behind one of Seirin's chief detectives, Kiyoshi Teppei, was brought into conclusion.

Signed, Hyūga Junpei

Sweat and dirt peppered Kagami's face. The red haired detective looked exhausted, body bent down, his hands on his knees as he panted hard. It seemed that Kiyoshi had many surprises in store for the detectives of Seirin, enabling him to evade them even though he was cornered lately. However, even with the setup he had planted inside the warehouse, the Seirin detectives still played hard against him, successfully overthrowing the cards sent to them by Kiyoshi. It took them the effort to marathon the structure itself, until he and his senpai once again detained the suspect in a confined location.

Now, trying to regain what energy he could muster, Kagami sent a dangerous look against Kiyoshi, silently warning him that any further moves would not be dealt with simple force alone. Just minutes ago, Coach Riko had now officially increased the alert level of the situation after assessing it thoroughly. From the weaker paralysis bullets they were approved with, the coach finally authorized the use of a more potent type of Paralysis Darts – enough to knock down Kiyoshi in one shot but not so severely that it would cause death.

Kagami Taiga raised his handgun again, pointing it dead-aim against their enemy. Three detectives had pursued the lone Kiyoshi Teppei inside the warehouse and yet he accomplished to deride their efforts to capture him. On the record, Kagami finally acknowledge his skills. He would have respected him, of course. But the red-haired detective refused to admire people who aimed for other people's demise. Seeing that he was the only person from their trio who recuperated faster, Kagami stood tall. Nonetheless, Kiyoshi still soared over him. "Don't move." Kagami informed the other male, inching forward with the gun tipped forward.

"Do not be so feisty." Kiyoshi answered, finally dropping the sniper rifle in his hand. Kagami simply raised an eyebrow at his action. "I'm out of bullets." The taller man chuckled, looking recklessly back at Kagami.

"Ki-Kiyoshi," Hyūga called out in between his huffs, with a lone eye flicked open at the other male. "You have to stop right now. Sooner or later, you will be taken down." Seirin's Chief Investigator advised him. Kiyoshi Teppei only turned his head and wore a jovial grin towards the former. It was still that careless smile, that same smile that he shared with his teammates back in Seirin. It was that honest smile that he never failed to show them. Hyūga's sported a furrowed look back at Kiyoshi, still confounded with his friend's attitude.

"Right," Kiyoshi spoke back. "I believe you… sooner or later. But," the grin never left him. "But I don't think it will be me." He thumbed himself. "Sooner or later, someone will be taken down." He repeated Hyūga's earlier statement and changed it a bit. "Unless it's not yet done, we'll not know what happens next." He told the bespectacled detective.

"Why are you doing this, Kiyoshi?" Hyūga asked, the question he wanted to pose ever since Kiyoshi Teppei was declared criminal. The question loomed over him from the time when Kiyoshi officially left the agency and hid from the police. It always hauled his heart. It was the man who established the agency. It was about the man who pulled him to become a detective. It was a dear friend who was in question, and all this thoughts weighed to him as if it was his own problem. He was concerned for Kiyoshi; he had been worried for him just as soon as Kasamatsu cracked the news to them. And yet, even though he was Kiyoshi's friend, he had merely stood in the background, wherein he appeared as a total stranger. "Why are you doing this?"

"Is that already interrogation?" Kiyoshi placed a hand under his chin, as he thought sagely. "Or is that something personal?" He added.

"Kiyoshi!" Hyūga sounded annoyed. "Even now you have the time to act like this?!" He spat. "If you have just talked earlier, none of this should have happened!" He yelled.

"So it's personal, then," Kiyoshi responded, overlooking Hyūga's upset retort. The brown-haired male stood silent for a while, viewing Hyūga in a composed countenance. "You know me well, Hyūga. I can say I'm doing this because of… nothing." He answered. Kagami and Izuki visibly paled at that. What did he say? Doubtless, it was the thought that ran inside their heads right now. Kiyoshi was a hard character to read.

"Hell, that is the same thing that I thought," Hyūga admitted, surprising Izuki and Kagami at the same time. Even though he was hesitant, he was able to form a thin smile on his lips. "You are a truthful individual, Kiyoshi. I know you are not like this. I can't think of any motive that pushes you to this."

"To think that until now you still astonish me," Kiyoshi said to him, grinning back at Hyūga's supposition.

"Kiyoshi, why did you leave Seirin?" It was Izuki who spoke next. He quickly attracted the tall man's attention. "You are one of our best investigators. If Hyūga believes that you don't have any motives in this spree, then I'm sure you are blameless." He stated, as he looked with a distant glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Kagami watched Kiyoshi with slight interest, remembering that Kiyoshi was the 'sensitive' topic Seirin was hesitant in talking about. The red-haired detective was already told in secret by his Koganei-senpai about Kiyoshi's history, and the reason why Seirin was being looked down different police departments. In the end, Kagami would have truly respected Kiyoshi if he had remained as Seirin's chief investigator aside from his Hyūga-senpai. Nevertheless, there was still that tale that had not been spoken, not yet told to them. It was a story that would complete the puzzle raised by the hitman crimes – the account that could clarify the Generation of Mercenaries' involvement in the whole farce.

"It's simple, Izuki." Kiyoshi replied. "I don't have any choice. The police would have torn down Seirin if I do not separate from the agency." He honestly answered, making Izuki stare in disbelief – no, in hidden admiration. Still, until now, Kiyoshi maintained his protectiveness over Seirin.

"So does it mean that you are not the hitman?" Hyūga asked, an optimistic tone lacing his voice. "You are not the one behind it,"

"You want me to deny it?" Kiyoshi asked amusedly. He only had a blank look as he stepped back and immediately procured a seemingly rectangular piece of black plastic from his suit. Kagami was caught up with the conversation that he wasn't able to avert Kiyoshi into doing anything. As a precaution, he straightaway nuzzled his gun back at Kiyoshi, sending a menacing glare. "Let me tell you one thing," There appeared to be an effort to smile at them, but Kiyoshi failed to bring out a sarcastic countenance; he seemed reluctant. "I do not come here without any plans. I understand that you left Riko and Koga downstairs, perhaps even Mitobe's just wandering around, waiting for an opportunity." He shook the item in his hand, pushed something at the side and it flipped open.

"A phone?" Kagami muttered doubtingly.

"Yes, a phone." Kiyoshi said. "You know a phone can function differently." He told them. "This time, it can be a trigger, of some sorts."

"You don't mean…" Hyūga's eyes widened at the insinuation, as he looked back towards Kagami. "The radio! Give me the radio, dammit!" He ordered the red-haired detective, the latter clearly confused of the development. Just as he was going to hand over the item, Kiyoshi's voice cut them off.

"Don't, Hyūga." Kiyoshi threatened. "Or I'll detonate the explosives."

"What explosives?" Izuki looked at Kiyoshi, before his pupils narrowed in awareness. "There are bombs planted in this warehouse?"

"Riko always says that you have a plan behind your actions," Hyūga said, looking with a pained expression at the taller male. He dropped his hands, ceasing to get the radio from Kagami. "But I never even realized that you are going to do this far." He said, his voice strident.

"You're the worst," Kagami hissed, not letting go of his precarious stare against Kiyoshi. "I thought the senpai who helped built Seirin was a good one." He spat. "You're the opposite of what I expected." He snarled towards Kiyoshi.

"You're that interesting newcomer, Kagami Taiga." Kiyoshi regarded the detective, as he playfully circled his thumb over the phone's keypad. "Drop the gun. I don't need to spell out what's going to happen if you don't." He informed Kagami, Kiyoshi's brown orbs silently pleading.

Kagami hesitated at first, but then he faltered, understanding the downside if he did not accede to the other male's wants. Slowly, he put his pistol down, pointing the dangerous weapon away from Kiyoshi then to the floor. He finally let go of the gun, the metallic item creating a loud thud against the steel platform.

Satisfied that Kagami was finally rendered less hazardous, Kiyoshi sent a glance back at Hyūga. "To answer your questions, I will deny the accusations against me. You are pursuing a wrong trail. You have been misled." He announced to them.

"You can't deny it anymore, Kiyoshi Teppei." Kagami answered in response. "The evidences have long proven that it was you who caused the crimes. Even now, it could not be denied that it was you who doubled Michikawa's identity and sent Reo Mibuchi into a coma!" He yelled out, rejecting Kiyoshi's repudiation of him being the hitman. Kagami placed an accusing finger at Kiyoshi. "You are the hitman! I never believed it, not until Kuroko showed me enough evidences!"

Kiyoshi laughed aloud, quickly silencing Kagami and the other Seirin detectives. They looked at him disconcertedly, the sudden gesture really unsettling. "Clearly, you are messing with the wrong person. Kagami Taiga, I told you that everyone from Seirin was misled. Everything was a lie. Although I want to say that I am here today to finish what Seirin has started." It was his turn to give that condemning finger back at Kagami. "You understand it better than anyone else. Before now, you believed in something else that others don't believe in." Kiyoshi explained, his voice sounding calm despite the allegations thrown to him. "Not until now, you suspected someone else – a person who is capable of doing of all of this. I know you saw him back then. I know you did." Kiyoshi tried to snicker, but his voice remained laidback.

"Of course, no one will ever think that hitman is––"

Before Kiyoshi finished his sentence, he suddenly clutched on his chest, as his face showed complete surprise. He wobbled on his feet for a second. "W-Well played… well p-played," he muttered, finally falling on his back. Kiyoshi had collapsed. On his chest was an empty canister of the Paralysis Dart bullet that was used against him.

The trio of detectives was mesmerized with what just ensued. It was only when Hyūga stepped forward to reach Kiyoshi that Kagami and Izuki were able to pull themselves from the bewilderment that hit them. Hyūga quickly shoved his arms under Kiyoshi's shoulders and let his head rest on his legs. "Kiyoshi, speak to me." He shook his friend. "Kiyoshi, what are you trying to say?" Kagami took the initiative to call in Coach Riko to report the current situation. The red-haired detective stood directly behind Hyūga, who still held Kiyoshi.

Instead of a verbal reply, a small knocking sound drew their attention to the same phone that Kiyoshi revealed seconds ago. Hyūga only had an open-mouthed expression when he realized that it had been dialled to a certain number. He snatched it as soon, but was too late when the other line accepted the call. Remembering that the place was rigged with explosives, Hyūga only yelled out a name. "Riko! Get out!" He hoped that it went through the other line, a lone tear making its way in the corner of Hyūga's eye.

Kise trod vigilantly along the catwalk, hoisting in his hand a calibre .45 pistol. His Kasamatsu-senpai followed behind him, also taking a careful look around the surroundings. The blond and the Inspector finally reached the warehouse, actually meeting up with an irate and anxious Riko just outside the complex. Even though a little bit perked up by adrenaline, Seirin's coach tried to explain to them what was going on inside.

At 23:59, two minutes after Izuki Shun and Mitobe Rinnosuke discovered an unconscious Michikawa Tarō inside the car that was parked by the warehouse's loading bay, the automatic safeguard system of the building alarmed at the presence of an unregistered individual hiding inside. Of course, the Seirin detectives quickly tried to catch the person. Minutes more after that, gunshots echoed inside the structure, alarming the coach and Koganei Shinji who were monitoring outside the building. The last contact that they made with the teams inside was with Kagami, who said that Hyūga and Izuki were on pursuit of the person in question. That was also the same time that Kasamatsu and Kise's police car arrived in the area.

With that, Kasamatsu decided that instead of an intensive search party, a small team would be sent to follow up with Seirin detectives inside. That way, he concluded, the criminal would be caught off-guard, since a huge group could definitely alarm the person to seek for an escape. Kaijō's chief would not take the chance for him to get away. The pair moved quickly yet silently inside the structure, with Riko informing them of the path Izuki's team used in entering the complex. Within a few minutes, they managed to follow up on the trail the detectives from Seirin left, watching with extreme surprise at the event that unfolded in their very eyes.

The pair from Kaijō quickly hid in a thick wall of metal pipes that ran horizontally across the platform, the black tubing creating a perfect spot to mask their presence. Kasamatsu observed through the minute gaps in between the pipes, observing the affair from a fair distance. Kiyoshi Teppei stood nearby the wall, appearing to have been cornered by the detectives into that spot. He was holding a certain device in his hands, and, from their distance, Kasamatsu could not make out what was it. He took a peek back at Kise, wanting to ask his junior of his estimation, but he simply stared at the blond upon seeing him taking a careful aim through the plumbing.

"Clearly, you are messing with the wrong person." Kasamatsu gulped as he finally heard Kiyoshi spoke. Ever since his last report during the end of May, Kasamatsu was never able to seek contact back at Kiyoshi again. He eagerly tried to regain connection with the detective as soon as the announcement was made against Kiyoshi's favour, to gain knowledge of his side back then. Yet, Kiyoshi gave the impression that he finally severed the association he had with Seirin and, in extension, Kaijō. "Kagami Taiga, I told you that everyone from Seirin was misled. Everything was a lie." He continued to listen. "Although I want to say that I am here to finish what Seirin has started."

"Man…" Kise hissed silently at his side. "I wouldn't really best Midorimacchi in sniping," the blond smacked his tongue, dampening his lips. He was adjusting his aim, using a handgun that was intended for a short distance shot. "I hope I won't miss."

Kasamatsu did not respond though. He had something important to hear.

"You understand it better than anyone else. Before now, you believed in something else that others don't believe in." The words registered in Kasamatsu's head, sounding so unintelligible at first. Nonetheless, a memory kicked inside his head, motioning him to look back at the blond. He had heard something similar like this before, but, probably, Kise's unusual play with words when he 'story-tell' might have distorted his understanding. I remember, Kasamatsu thought, his irises widening in recognition. Kise always says that Kagami has misgivings at a particular someone, he mentioned in his mind, while throwing his glance back at Kiyoshi. What are you saying?

"Not until now, you suspected someone else – a person who is capable of doing of all of this. I know you saw him back then. I know you did." Kasamatsu looked confused. Kagami saw who? He wordlessly asked. Suddenly, as if slapped by an invisible hand on his face, Kasamatu finally gained cognizance about the words Kiyoshi spat. He whirled to his sides, hands in reach towards the blond. "Of course––" Kiyoshi's voice easily went inside Kasamatsu's ears, the meaning becoming more sensible. "Kise, don't!" he warned his junior.

"––no one will ever think that hitman is––"

But he was too late.

Kise's gun muzzle oozed out with a white smoke, with a shocked blond looking staggered at the final second interruption from his chief. Kasamatsu orbs were wide in daze, pupils slightly shaking in their place. He mouthed something in his lips, but no words came out of it. And when a crashing sound reverberated throughout the whole platform, Kasamatsu turned a defeated look at the fallen Kiyoshi.

Kise was clearly confused. "Senpai, I––"

"No, you did not do anything wrong," Kasamatsu rapidly quieted the blond's worries. Kaijō's chief inspector reproved himself. Definitely, it was his error for acting so late. "Let's go."

Kise's concern remained on his face, looking at his senpai with unease. He slowly turned his neck, only observing Kasamatsu as he approached the detectives from Seirin. Somehow, the blond felt a little disturbed at the peculiar display just as soon as he pulled the trigger to fire a shot against the hitman, Kiyoshi Teppei. Even though deterred by Kasamatsu's suddenly uncanny feats, Kise relented, moving beside his senpai.

"Kagami," Kasamatsu called out the redhead, surprising the latter upon seeing him. He noticed that the detective had begun to re-establish contact back at Riko. "Please also inform her to let the policemen from Kaijō to scout and secure the perimeter." He discretely ordered the detective, ignoring the honorific-less remarks from the redhead. It wasn't a matter of respect that bothered Kasamatsu right now; he'd let that pass for the moment. The important thing now practically lied in front of them.

His attention too was lured in when the item that Kiyoshi held not long ago fell into the steel floor of the platform. The screen flashed in a dim light; he was too far to see what was shown in the display. However, he was drawn when Hyūga nearly stared in horror, flipping his head back at Kagami – no – at the radio Kagami held, and yelled out loud, "Riko! Get out!"

Kasamatsu could not miss out the pain that went with Hyūga's voice. There was the raw agony that ripped through his throat, a discomfort that hammered his composure to ashes. It was uncommon to see Seirin's chief detective to show emotion that boiled with rage and sadness, the feeling that detectives separated from themselves. It was a crippling pit that waited to entrap them detectives, and, now, both Hyūga's feet were caught in one. "Hyūga, calm down!" Kasamatsu spoke out, annoyed. If there would be two people that knew the whole detective thing far better than anyone else, then it would be him and Seirin's chief detective. But the latter just blew up from his shell, and was basically boiling in ire.

"Why?" the chatter revealed a droned voice belonging to Coach Riko. "Hyūga-kun?" Her tone carried an aura of concern. "The line was disconnected after Kagami-kun contacted me. I'm relieved that you are alright." She said.

Hyūga was motionless at first, although his eyes conveyed extreme contentment upon hearing the female's voice. Slowly, he turned his head back at the phone which fell near him. He reached for it, but made sure he won't unnecessarily move Kiyoshi, who still lounged on lap, as he gathered the item on his hand. The called had already ended, he first noticed, and then proceeded to look on list of dialled numbers. Noting that the phone number was unregistered in the device, Hyūga casually threw it towards Kasamatsu.

"Kiyoshi said that it was a trigger for some explosives," Hyūga explained, much to the distress of both Kasamatsu and Kise. "I thought that he had rigged it in this warehouse." He told them.

"But nothing happened," Kise only remarked, eyeing the phone in his chief's hand with slim attention. "It's a bluff then," he concluded.

"I won't think that way," Hyūga retorted.

"It's Kiyoshi, after all," Kasamatsu added, the blond looking at him quizzically.

It was another boring case.

To think that the malevolent Imayoshi freakin' sent some of Tōō's best policemen and detectives to this fabulously stupid case… it was like wasting some friggin time over a petty cat hunt. It was probably an understatement to label Imayoshi as a 'sarcastic' person. Hell, he was sarcasm incarnate. He was fond of acting high and mighty, with that annoying face of his. The crime was goddamn unimportant that it won't undoubtedly land into any columns in any newspaper. He made an audible click in his tongue, seething his frustrations for being called in at the effin' middle of the night. There should be a limit at everything, and, for sure, one time he would slam it down against his chief's face.

He leaned over the car's seat, stretching his arms as he yawned, wiping away the tear that signified the somnolence trying to take over his system. Through bleary eyes, he observed the other members of Tōō as they scrambled about the whole area, still engaged in handling the case that called their attentions for. He made a snort upon seeing some Kaijō policemen, being shooed to the sides, being ignored as their assistance weren't really needed at all. Sad to say, Tōō was enough to solve the case; those unimportant individuals calling their jobs "police work" did not cut in to their level. Like the majority of Tōō, he plainly disregarded them just as soon as he saw them.

Possibly, it was because Satsuki Momoi disappearing like the wind made him stayed inside the car. Since no one would bother to reprimand him for lazing around, he just took the opportunity to relax. After all, the crime was nothing too serious; it was not even sufficient to garner his attention. Stupid case for not being interesting and challenging enough. It was the only reason behind his passivity at that time. He didn't need to solve it. It would just add to his boredom, just like everything else back then.

With nothing really interesting him that time, he reached over the police car's audio. He ignored the large electronic device that decked by the dashboard, but settled in listening to the broadcasts over the public radios. Sometimes, the media were better at sniffing out some stories throughout the city, and the spice of their rotten or vile additions to the story made it sound more remarkable. Well, he did not need to concern himself as to how twisted news reporting could be. It was just for half-entertainment and half-information, two things that made him rile up instead of looking or listening through boring police reports.

Slowly twisting the dial, a lot of prattles scrambled upon the stereos, the static evolving through the repetitive hiss to voices of reporters then back to the irritating static.

"…there is… fire… that is happ… right now… at…" The word 'fire' quickly snatched his attention. He steadied the dial and tuned into the news radio channel. He missed out the important details and began listening to the conversation that happened between the news anchor and the field reporter. "Witnesses say that fire began between 00:03 and 00:05," the field reporter stated.

"A midnight fire?" The anchor voiced. "That's a rare happening." He commented. "Are there known casualties right now? How many people are staying over that building?"

"According to sources, the place is only occupied by few people." He responded. Some rustling of papers could be heard over the radio. "It seems that this building is the office owned by Seirin Detective Agency."

He did not show any outward reactions, but he felt his pulse quickened and his skin paled, as his overall temperature seemingly dropped to freezing levels.

"An explosion happened inside the office building. According to the firemen who immediately responded, the explosion might have caught the gas line and––"

The news report went unheard as the police car's engine rose into life. It roared as the gas pedal was pressed on the maximum, wheels whirling into a sudden action. The Tōō policemen who stood near the car were perplexed as why their detective suddenly left. However, those who were more senior only asked them to keep it to themselves.

They knew that Aomine Daiki wasn't that person really easy to understand.

- End of Chapter -

Yes! Aomine-kun shows up!

And, I leave it to your imaginations about just what happened in this fic.

Do you think I should raise up the rating of this fic? Getting a little paranoid here...

Thanks for reading! :)