“Ha ha ha ha ha… That`s great. We`re comrades now.”

“Heh?”

Sighing with relief, Celes explained:

“The police raided that soap lagoon where your mother worked at, remember? Since plenty officers from their gang come here for fun every now and then, they could`ve found out that you are a highschool student. You showed your face when working at the bar too. The time you started working for us and when they raided the soap lagoon were too close for us to consider it a coincidence. After all, they secured Kabukicho. Tracing to your mother and using her to control you wouldn`t be impossible.”

“Ah…Ie, I`ve never been approached by anyone like that…”

“We had to make sure, deshou? The rent collection was a test for you. If the Kabukicho gang was really controlling you, we wouldn`t have to deal with so many corpses. That`s why we`re asking you to kill their chief now.” [now I use italic instead of “” inside another “”, cuz it`s awkward]

“Ahh… Sou desu ka? I`m sorry for…”

As she cut Kyoya, Celes` eyes blazed with fury:

“We`ll be needing you greatly, Kyoya-kun. Kabukicho is only one of Tokyo Police Dept`s many yakuza branches. This mission marks the beginning of war.”

Kyoya swallowed:

“Wakarimashita.”[Understood]

That night, Neither Takumi nor Kyoya slept peacefully.

Late in the morning, Takumi added some finishing touches to the blog he had been writing. He needed to meet up with the others at Endou`s coffee shop.

*Nom*

“...Is there anything more you can provide, Fuyuko-san?”

“Nuh-uh. That`s all I know about her.” With excessive glee, she replied.

*Nom*

Endou Madoka nodded her head:

“We very much appreciate your help.”

“My pleasure. Although I don`t think you will need to worry, just call this number and I will have a squad ready to save your day~”

*Nom*

Using all of the online data disclosed from Ayase Ichiko`s case, Takumi was able to trace to a deep web forum used by yakuzas. There, he had been creating a blog inspecting the activity of Kuro Saddako, the uprising vigilante figure of the underground world. Time spent on stalking Chikafusa Inoue over several weeks had resulted in plenty information of the woman, including her daily route and home address. He made had further fake evidence, branding her as a snitch who supported Kuro Saddako.

“Their response to my writings is quite wild. These guys want to do all kinds of thing to Chikafusa Inoue. Someone even leaked nude photos here. Hell, they thought the police got them covered, giving em drugs to sell and all. Now they felt like the police betrayed them. It would only be a matter of time before these small yakuza groups find a chance to gang on her.”

“Ehhh~ You`re quite amazing for a highschooler, Nishimura-kun. But what if they do really bad things to her? Won`t you feel guilty, since she`s got quite the looks?” Fuyuko pouted.

Takumi grunted, as his eyebrows frowned into a horrid smile:

“I`d masturbate to that. She killed someone I consider important. No one does that unscathed.”

“Ara, Nishimura-kun koiwaii~ But I agree. Bitch deserves that. Akkai Ken [RedFist] will launch an attack on Chikafusa`s faction very soon. They`re using Saddako-san, so you can expect great results.”

The other people sharing Takumi`s table were Blair McRaven, Interpol agent, and Endou Madoka, a famous lawyer and female rights activist.

“Hey Takumi, are they done? I want another serving of this.” Blair finally looked away from her plate and asked, in English. [yep, now I use Italics to indicate if sb is speaking another language in a conversation that not everyone else can understand]

He told Endou, and she happily provided. Everything the officers ordered was free of charge.

“But you still have to pay, Nishimura-kun.”

“Hai hai, wakata.”

Fuyuko laughed and Endou admitted it was a joke. Bidding the three goodbye, the Japanese officer faded into Tokyo.

On her way to work, her phone rung. Fuyuko put on her normal tone and went on with the conversation. As soon as it ends, her expression changed 180. Clenching her fist, her mind screamed:

“May evil perish in the face of absolute justice.”