Shion's lab was dead silence. Everybody held their breath or only breathed very lightly. The screams of Akane had silenced a little bit, but small pants and cries were still enacting.

"My first demand," the computer crackled. "I want a Dominator. It has to work and I have to be able to use it. If not, then I have a little Inspector here to help me."

Kogami clenched his fists in anger. How could that monster do something like that to her? And how could he even think that they would ever go along on those demands? Only a little after that, the screams began again, and something splattered this time. Kogami looked to the side, his face wide in horror, and he wasn't the only one. Kagari had opened his mouth, while Yayoi had clenched her eyes together, turning her head.

"My second demand," Makishima said. Kogami could nearly hear him smirking. Akane's screams got muffled, like someone put a piece of fabric in front of her mouth. "Not now. Not today. But someday I want a final battle with you. Kogami Shinya."

"He will get one then." Kogami growled, leaning up against the back of the couch. Ginoza uttered a "tch", looking away in disagreement.

"And my final demand," he muttered mysteriously. Another splattery sound enacted, and Kogami clenched his fists. "If you agree on my demands, go after Akane Tsunemori. I have big plans for her." And with that, the file closed, and the screaming stopped.

The room was left dumbfounded.

Akane's wrists felt sore, but they weren't tied anymore. Her eyes fluttered open, and light made its way through her eyelashes. White, maybe a little greyish, covers embraced her, covering her half naked body. As far as she remembered, her white work shirt had been tattered under the… circumstances.

Sharp pains shot through her body, making her clench her eyes. With her fragile hand, she drew it up and down her body, under the covers. Cuts, and probably also bruises, covered her body, and pain shot through her as her hand touched them.

Raising her hand to her eyesight, she saw her blood covered fingertips. The cuts were still bleeding. Looking around she found herself in a bedroom. The walls we white brick walls with weird art of naked, dead people on.

"Good morning," Makishima greeted from a chair at the end of the bed she was in. In his left hand he had a book, which he closed as she gazed up at him. "Or good afternoon, to be precise. You only slept for two hours. I didn't think you would fall asleep after that, so I injected you with something to help you sleep. I hope you don't mind."

The most annoying thing about that was, the fact that she didn't even mind. The sleep took the pain away. It was peaceful.

Akane didn't answer and pulled the covers over her head, which caused Makishima to chuckle lightly.

"Not in the mood for talking?" Makishima asked amused. Under the covers, Akane could here him raising from the chair, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside her. She felt a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to flinch. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but she blinked them away, though she couldn't stop her mouth from uttering a small sob. The hand on top of her shoulders squeezed her lightly, like a friend does to comfort you, which caused her to utter another sob.

"I know you dislike, the fact that we're related," Makishima murmured gently, rubbing her shoulders with light touches, causing her to flinch again and squeeze her eyes together. She sat in the room with her best friends murder. The man who had tortured her. And he was being friendly towards her. "But you have to accept that."

Akane couldn't take it anymore, so she let the tears fall and her mouth cry. She cried for a long time. Five minutes where everything was silent except for her loud cries. Her eyes stung and it felt like she had cried every last tear she had, though that wasn't the case.

"You tortured me…" she whispered, drying her eyes with the back of her hands, still covered by the covers. "You killed Yuki…"

Makishima let out a sigh. "Is that the only thing that you can say," he asked sarcastically. "Aren't you even a little curious why you can't remember me being your brother or something like that?"

Under the covers Akane wanted to shake her head, because she really didn't want him to prove that he, that monster, was her brother, but on the other hand, her damn curiosity was hungry after the knowledge. Pulling the covers off her head, she gazed at him, who still sat on the side of the bed, and nodded.

"Okay," she sighed, her voice a little hoarse after the torture she had been put through. "Tell me what's going on."

It had been more than ten minutes since the transmission ended. Kogami's eyes were wide as he clenched both of his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"What is he talking about?" Kagari muttered, breaking the silence. "Didn't he say that if we did as he said, then he would give her ba-" Yayoi shaking her head cut him off.

"No, he said if we did as he demanded he'd let her live," she explained, raising her index finger. "So… he needs her to do something for him."

Kogami cursed under his breath as pictures of Akane distorted in pain went through his head. Her screams still echoed in his mind.

Turning his gaze to Shion, he stood up walking over to the computers. "Shion," he growled, making the blond enforcer gaze up at him. "How did you know that they were… related." Siblings didn't seem right to say. He was sure Akane thought so too.

Shion cleared her throat, turned to the keyboard and began typing. "When we did the memory scoop, Akane's subconsciousness noticed something," Shion murmured, finding different files on the screen. "She didn't notice it herself, but in the deepest parts of her brain, a little something 'moved'. I'm not even sure that she knows that they are related. She most have forgotten - in some weird way."

"What are you talking about?" Kogami asked, losing his patient.

"I'm saying that when Akane saw Makishima for the first time, her brain recognized him," Shion continues, looking through different folders on the screen until she made it to a folder with a lot of video clips. "So when we did the memory scoop, she thought about Makishima and her brain came up with all the memories that she had with him, and I may or may not havedownloadedthemalldown." She spoke so fast at last, so no one could hear her.

"Sorry what now?" Kagari asked, leaning back in the couch and crossing his arms.

"I said…" Shion mumbled, not turning around to face them. "I may or may not… have downloaded them down as video files for us to watch…"

"You have what?" Kogami growled. To look into Akane's private life would feel wrong... but deep inside he knew that they had to, but he didn't want to admit that to himself.

"Ko, you know we have to watch them," Masaoka said, who had just listened passively, leaned against the wall. "We need to know what's going on, and maybe we can figure out some stuff about Makishima that we can use against him." Kogami just nodded stiffly.

"Shion." Ginoza nodded, making Shion find the first clip.

The screen above Shion was black in a few seconds before actually showing the clips.

And then it started to play.

A little girl with medium sized hair, possible eight to nine years old, ran around outside of a big house made of wooden planks and big windows. Tall fir trees surrounded it and the sharp ear could hear a distant sound of water.

"Akane-chan," a boyish sound called, which made the little girl, said Akane, turn around, looking up at the front door. "Mom and dad says that you have to go inside while I'm out." There was no mistake here - the boy who had called her name was Makishima. Or a little boy version of him. He seemed to be around 16 years old. His signature white shirt was on, together with a pair of brown pants and bare feet. And then there was the hair - which was brown.

"But, onii-chan mama and papa said that you had to take care of me," Akane muttered, putting on an innocent and questioning face. "Mama and papa aren't home yet…"

The little boy went down from the entrance and muffled Akane's hair. "I know," he replied simply, his hands still resting on his sister's head. "But you wouldn't tell mom and dad, would you?"

Loyal to her big brother, Akane shook her head, determination playing on her face. "No, onii-chan," she murmured, looking up at Makishima. "I won't!"

The time skipped forwards.

It was evening, or more like night, and the kid version of Akane lay in her bed, her eyes wide open. Her room was pith dark, except for the moonlight shining through the window.

Suddenly the sound of glass hitting the floor enacted, and Akane flinched, hugging her blanket tighter, but only a few seconds later she got up. With small and hesitant footsteps she moved through the dark room, opened the door to peek out. Her room was on the second floor so she had to go down the stairs.

"Dammit…" someone downstairs muttered, picking up the glass materials.

Akane lost her patient, and fear, and just walked casually downstairs and turned on the lights again.

"O-onii-chan, is that you?" she asked with a tired voice. And it was. Makishima had a big sports bag full of different needles with different kind of fluids in. Half of them were on the floor, which were most likely the source to the noise.

"Yeah, sorry for waking you up," he murmured, smiling gently at his sister. Though his appearance looked so different, his eyes were still the same color. Light yellow, which actually looked a little of Akane's eyes. They were brown with a tinge of yellow in them. "Just go to bed again. Nothing to worry about."

The times skipped forwards again. This time it seemed like a few years.

Akane now looked like she was about 11 or something like that. She sat on a chair, her hands tight behind her.

"Onii-chan, tell me why we have to play this stupid game again." she muttered, looking annoyed at her brother, who paced forth and back through the room.

"I told you," he reminded her, his voice calm. "I want to toughen you up. But not you as a person - your Psycho-Pass."

Akane's eyes went wide, her face slightly uncomfortable. "Mama says that we're not allowed to talk about that," she whispered. "She says that it's taboo. That it can cloud us."

Makishima sat down on Akane's level, putting a hand on her shoulder. "That's exactly why we're doing this," he explained, giving her another comforting smile. "We wouldn't want to become clouded, would we?" Akane shook her head violently. "Good."

He walked up behind her chair and put a hand on both of her shoulders. "Take a deep breath," he ordered, removing his hands just to find a blindfold that he afterwards tied around her head, covering her eyes. "I want to test how your body reacts under great stress!"

Akane did as she was ordered and inhaled for a few seconds and afterwards exhaled.

"Relax, little sis'," he murmured, a sneaky smile playing on his lips. "It's going to have so much fun!"

High pitch screams went through the room, and the frame showed Akane's frightened and blinded face. Her mouth was wide open and tears streamed down her face. It was unclear what he did to her, but it made her panic and cry. ((A/N no, this is NOT rape that would be over the line, wrong and gross))

"Amazing," Makishima exclaimed, his eyes wide by adrenaline. A big grin played on his lips. "Just amazing! Your reaction is just gorgeous!"

The screams stopped suddenly, and the room was left with quiet sobbing.

"O-onii-chan," Akane whimpered, her voice shaking. "Did I d-do okay?"

Makishima kneeled down to Akane's height on the chair again, smiling though his sister couldn't see it. "You did great," he assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let me just check your Psycho-Pass for a second."

Pulling down his one sleeve, a watch, looking a little like an Inspector watch, was shown on Makishima's wrist. The well-known sound of the robotic voice of Sibyl sounded. "Crime Coefficient 35."

"Ah, we're getting there," Makishima said with an encouraging voice. "I'll tie you up in a second. I just have to inject you with something. Not something dangerous or something that hurts, of course! It will contain your stress level a bit! It helps a lot!" Akane just gave him a stiff nod.

"Onii-chan, where did you get that robotic thing from before?" she asked, her curiosity returning.

Makishima let out a chuckle as he fumbled with some needles with clear liquid inside. "Nosey as ever, huh?" he joked, walking over to Akane again with the needle in his hand. "It's best if you don't ask questions. That way you'll stay clear." Akane nodded again, not satisfied with the answer. "Well, this is just going to hurt in a second and then it's over with. Just relax in your neck!"

With gently hands he adjusted her neck a bit for him to inject her with the liquid.

The next clips were just a mute montage through the year where Makishima did the same routine over and over again, but Akane was getting used to it. She didn't scream as much, she didn't fight back or refuse to do the experiments. She just went through them.

Suddenly the montages stopped and another clip played.

"Where are you going?" a 16-year old Akane asked as Makishima carried two bags and stood in the entrance of the house.

"Akane, remember when you were 14 and you promised that you would help me with something?" he asked her with a serious look in his eyes. Akane nodded hesitantly. "Good, because in a few years I might need your help, but for now, I'll leave."

Akane's eyes went wide and tears formed in them. "Y-you can't…!" she exclaimed a little loudly, gazing back at the stairs to see if she had woken up their parents. "What about me?"

Putting his bags down, Makishima walked over to Akane and placed his hand on the top of her head. "I have a life goal I'd like to achieve," he explained mysteriously. "And… I'm not exactly fitting in, in this family. Mom and dad will be happier like this."

The next clip showed Akane sitting in the living room's couch, just staring into the infinity. She was hugging her knees and rocking back and forth.

In the kitchen Akane's parents stood and discussed something with contained voices. They both looked like Akane extremely. Her mother had a medium sized, curly hair and the same eyes as Akane. His dad had hair around of his head, but on the top he was bald.

"He clearly did something to her," her mother hissed, gesturing to their child. "Shoichi, can't you see it? Renzo did something to her!" Renzo. That must've been that name he used at the Tsunemori-household. Renzo Tsunemori.

"She just misses him," Shoichi (her dad) replied, worry in his voice. "It's hard for a teenager losing someone that close."

Her mother face-palmed, shaking her head lightly. "No, that's not what I mean," she said. "We have to make her forget about him. You know what I found in his closet after he left? Empty needles! His carpet was full of some icky liquid. This is bad, both for her Psycho-Pass, but also for her mental health!"

Shoichi shrugged, crossing his arms. "Well, how do you suggest that we do that?" he asked, raising his one eyebrow.

"Hypnosis," her mother said, determined. "If you really want to forget someone, then you can."

"And what if she doesn't want to forget him?" Shoichi asked, slightly skeptical about this.

"Then the technology is good enough to make her forget."

((A/N before you say anything about this, yes this can actually happen in real life. Via hypnosis I mean.))

The screen went black again and as before, the room was left dumbfounded again. None of them had an idea about how to react to what they had just witnessed. After about two minutes of silence, Kogami broke the silence.

"Bastard," he growled, resting his arms on his knees. "He did all those-" He cut himself off, knowing that he'd get sentimental and that wasn't him.

"So as far as I know," Ginoza started, walking around in the room using his crutches. "He needs Akane to help him accomplish whatever he needs to accomplish. And he needs her Psycho-Pass to be clear."

"Yeah, but what is his goal exactly?" Yayoi asked, not having a clue.

"I don't know," Shion replied, typing stuff on the computer. "But I've started a search for Akane. Whatever his goal is, he needs Akane."

The truth is out, and a search is started. But will they make it in time save Akane, or is it too late?

Stay tuned for the next chapter: Familiar faces