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Question Form RQ03 [special use]*
*Question form edited by MIB Secretariat, used under particular conditions, use authorized by Personnel[redacted]Â
R Lounge, MIB HQ, [date/time redacted]Â
Teruki HANAZAWA | Minor | Starchild
(Thereâs no alien prison on Earth. Earth is like a big neighborhood, and the US a particularly noisy block. Convicted criminals leave the neighborhood and go to prison. Which Earth is not.Â
So, of course, the place Hanazawa was about to be kept at (really, O.? Really? Kept at?) does not qualify as a prison.Â
Technically that is true: itâs as big as a normal lounge and thereâs a good-size screen in there and probably Wi-Fi too, even though the filterâs probably tighter than his hair-clogged drain at home. Itâs also rumored that you can ask for any magazines in existence, as long as you say âpleaseâ. Might also be alcohol in the mini-fridge, which he wouldnât know was the good stuff or not, since he can get trashed on three shots of anything barely alcoholic ever.Â
But if thereâs anything his years (has it been years already? Christ, you really donât feel it while itâs burning bright, do you?) serving the MIB can teach him, itâs that isolation freaks people out. He has yet to come across a race that doesnât value connection under any form. Someone raised with human values would even be more attached to it. And if thereâs something that lounge-for-folks-in-questioning doesnât provide, itâs a humane connection.Â
A week in there for a teenager would make them implode.Â
So he presses O. on that issue. âTell me in less than thirty words what my lounge has less than that one in term of security,â he says, tapping the pen on the glass surface under his hand.Â
O. lets out a long sigh. âYou.âÂ
âExcuse you!â he throws his hands up, the pen falling from his grasp perfectly into its slot on the stand, âIâm your recruit, madam! You donât trust your own employee - is this whole agency already starting to collapse onto itself?âÂ
Another sigh. âNo, Agent R. Weâre going steady and strong, with a strict and efficient hierarchy and division. Which dictates that youâre a field agent and not a security officer.âÂ
âWhen did I say that Iâm replacing security? Lounge R has security like any other place in this whole building. What Iâm saying is that I should be added into this scheme.âÂ
âYou know,â O. says, sipping on her chocolate milk, âyouâre unofficially still not off the hook on that microwave accident yet. But â â she cuts him off before he can reciprocate, â â I see where youâre coming from. And I acknowledge that as a field agent, you know more about this than us pen pushers do. So Iâll see how that goes with the higher up.âÂ
The other thing being in on the whole alien stuff teaches him, after that many years, is that thereâs a rhythm to negotiation. There are good moments in the conversation to push a point, and there are times you can only go that far with the set system. And O. is not a bad boss - she is sensible and smart, and the amount of shit she has to deal with daily is honestly baffling - so even though he does not like to be called out, he knows to back out in front of an incoming misstep.Â
Thatâs how Agent R. finds himself in the people-in-questioning lounge half a day into Hanazawaâs stay at the MIB headquarter, a pint of ice cream in one and a tablet in another, asking the security guy passing by to put on a nature document to fill the silence.Â
âUh,â Hanazawa greets him, âhi. Nice to meet you.âÂ
âSame to you, kiddo,â he replies, putting down the pint of ice cream. âI just got moved here. Would you mind if I watch my soaps at nine in the evening?âÂ
Hanazawa stares at him for a very long time. Finally he says, âSo youâre the soaps kind of person,â and pulls the ice cream towards himself.)
1. Are you completely aware of your alien heritage?
(âSo, Hanazawa Teruki,â he says while Hanazawaâs flipping to the next page on his book, âhow much do you know about you being a Starchild?âÂ
The beat of silence is casually tense, until Hanazawa starts speaking. âWell, I am a Starchild, I know that much.âÂ
He dutifully types that down on his tablet.)Â
2. Are you born on Earth?Â
(âYou know, itâs really weird,â Hanazawa says, âI donât know. But memories only go back as far as to when youâre four years old, right? And I do remember being here then. So maybe I was born on Earth.âÂ
âJust gonna put a âmaybeâ in here,â he says, typing down a comment on the tablet. âLet the office deal with it.â)
3. Of which heritages are your guardians?Â
(The quiet is a bit worrying.Â
After the first pint of ice cream has been consumed with a speed that only makes sense in context, he has set up a Code Ice with security so he can wordlessly order ice cream to the lounge at any time. Partly because he feels like he should prepare thoroughly for more urgent situations, but he also just want to alert security when they enter unknown ground. No matter how many times he has dealt with Mobâs more extreme emotions before, heâs still talking to a different, separate individual, who is not Mob, and should not fall under generalisation.Â
Hanazawaâs control seems strained, very unlike Mobâs. Mobâs control over his emotions is... motivated. Hanazawaâs, not that much. Itâs like a prosthetic at this point - something the kid wears to help him function - but itâs stressing its own wielder out.
âTheyâre human,â Hanazawa says, finally, but the tension doesnât leave. âThrough and through.âÂ
He tables any other inquiries on the subject - the main questionâs already answered - and holds up the clicker. âIâm gonna call for more ice cream.âÂ
The big screen flickers a bit, before Hanazawa blinks and grabs at the remote. âCan you call two pints at once?â)Â
4. Specify the conditions in which you recognized your alien heritage.
(â...so the accordion fell down from the portable chandelier, and I swallowed it whole, and when I looked back the chicken was pointing a gun at me. I donât really know what he thought that would even do to me, but I think he was too far gone to care. He fired the gun. Then the van crashed, and he got squished under the shotgun seat, and people were coming over to see what was going on, so I pulled myself together and fell out of the side door to avoid suspicion. I got out of the hospital that evening and came home to think the whole story through, and the chicken might have been tossed into the dump when they inspected the van afterwards. I donât know where he is now.â Hanazawa stops to change position on the couch. âThat was back when I was eight.âÂ
He taps the tablet screen lightly. âYeah, Iâve heard about that guy. Got deported, I think-- wait. That accident was on TV, wasnât it? So youâre that kid?âÂ
Hanazawa shrugs. âProbably. The news loved me.â He sounds a bit put off by that.Â
âThe real storyâs more interesting anyway,â he says, puts down the tablet and looks at the digital clock in the corner of the big screen. âJesus Christ, itâs six already?â)
5. Are your guardians aware of your alien heritage?Â
(This time Hanazawa replies almost too fast. âI donât know.âÂ
He looks up from the tablet, âHuh?âÂ
âNever tried to ask,â Hanazawa says, just barely faster than his normal speech. âI think my mom does have a vague idea though. I mean telekinesis and such isnât really normal human traits, right? She should know at least a bit, since I was. Well.â He gestures vaguely with his hands. âYeah.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before he can reply. âDoesnât mean they can let you live alone for three years at the age of fourteen,â he says, calmly.Â
Hanazawa looks down. âThey really shouldnât have,â he says with a small laugh. âAt least they havenât cut my card yet.â
The tablet is set down on the table. âNo, okay. Iâm saying that their decision wasnât justified, and it still isnât.â He says, crouching forward a little bit. Hanazawa looks up at him with wary curiosity. âDoesnât matter the consequence. That is not something guardians do.âÂ
Hanazawa keeps looking at him for a moment longer, then he shrugs and says dismissively, âThat wouldnât matter now anyway, right?âÂ
There is too much to that statement for him to address in one single conversation, so he notes down the answer first, just to get his duty out of the way.)
6. Are any groups/individuals with residency on Earth (other than your guardians) aware of your alien heritage? Specify their nature if the answer is yes.
(Hanazawaâs answer is at first morphed beyond recognition, through the mouthful of ice cream heâs currently trying to get down. âYou gotta learn some table manners, kiddo,â he says, pushing the button on the remote absentmindedly, checking through the free channels on the network, while the kid frees some more space in his mouth to continue on the current pint.Â
âI learn my lessons,â Hanazawa says.Â
âGood, good, great. Go over that one again?âÂ
âOh, right. The Thursday market.â
âThe one on Spice Intersection?âÂ
âYep.â
âWho there knows about you?â
Hanazawa scraps the ice cream idly with the spoon. Itâs melting a bit. âWell, the market.âÂ
âOkay.â He notes that down. âAnyone else?â)
(The form is submitted a bit late, but otherwise the Office canât find any reason to bother them more on that one. He fills out another form not long after that, and by the end of the same day theyâre released from the HQ.Â
Hanazawa is quiet on the ride back to his apartment, but itâs a serene calm, if a bit thin. They arrive at the block a bit late; the night guard stares at them as Hanazawa climbs out of the car.Â
âGood evening, Ben,â Hanazawa waves at him. So thatâs where Benâs gone to after he closed the store on the old street.Â
âSo,â he says when Ben has looked away.Â
Hanazawa takes a deep breath. âSo,â he repeats the word.Â
Time to fish the keys out of the candy pocket. âHere,â he tosses them to Hanazawa, âthis is for my place. Number ten, seventh floor, Fifth street.âÂ
Hanazawa catches the keys, but for a moment doesnât seem to know what to do with them. His hand balls up around them, and when he finally finds his voice again, he says, âYou donât need to.âÂ
âMob has a set too,â he waves his hand dismissively. âI treat it like a cottage all the time, so why not. Doesnât hurt to have a second place to crash sometimes.âÂ
Hesitation shows in the way Hanazawa pockets the keys, but his tone is sincere when he says, âGood. Thatâs great. Thank you, Sir.âÂ
Agent R. - Reigen - smiles. âItâs Arataka Reigen. Nice to be in this together.â He holds out a hand for Hanazawa.)
By signing this form, youâve acknowledged that youâve read and completely understood the questions asked, and that all of your answers are truthful. Once this form is verified, you will be registered in MIBâs databank as an alien citizen.Â
Are you ready to sign and submit this form?Â
(Hanazawa shakes his hand.
âSame to you, Mr Reigen,â he says. âThat doesnât rest well on the tongue. Iâm just gonna call you Boss.âÂ
âThatâs fair,â says Reigen.)Â
Signed, Teruki HANAZAWA
Signed, Personnel[redacted]
#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#hanazawa teruki#MIB au#writing#long post#okay I just realised theres some continuity problem in the timeline rn#with terus ''adoption''#like at the beginning I put it after the world domination gig with touichirou#but then the ochimusha thing jumps in and I feel like its more logical to put it there#and now catter has written some abt the end of seventh division arc with reigen not realising who teru is#so rn my thinking of this is#reigen becomes terus ''guardian'' after the ochimusha accident#and teru agrees to documentation after the world domination arc??#anw have some weird shit I write down to try to write some interaction between these two#hope it can get a laugh or two out of any of you#bc I wanna write abt reigen talking to terus parents next#and wow holy thats something you wont wanna be there for#syke watching reigen tear down these adults gonna be hella satisfying#too bad they gonna be neuralyzed by the end of it#according to protocol#anw there it is#enjoy
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