#just noticed Noa sounds like Noah as in

[schlong2]

hey was the human at the beginning of Kingdom that scared the shit out of Noa in the fish house supposed to be Mae? and did Noa know that?

because i never see people talk about the fact that she was the reason he broke his fucking egg. the egg he went to top nest for, that would make his father proud and be the next big step in his life. the broken egg that he had to replace, leading him to discover the murdered eagle clan patrol. that led to his horse being in the spot it was when more of Proximus' guys showed up. that led them right back to Noa's clan.

like Mae was just trying to eat and survive. but from Noa's pov, i think he would've connected the dots and blamed her a bit more for everything that went down. he just kind of acts mildly annoyed at her presence (before she speaks, mind you) like she's any other echo, so he probably didn't recognize her because all echoes look the same to him. if i were to break my super important egg because a fucking squirrel or raccoon scared the shit out of me, my ass would NOT recognize that thing. especially because its really dark (do apes have better night vision than humans??) and he gets like a glimspe of her before she scurries away.

also interesting that there were initially not enough eggs for all three of them in the first nest. that Noa went out of his way to get another, that ended up broken anyway. you're supposed to pick the one that "sings" to you, but Noa didn't get that choice. which is maybe why it ended up broken. like it was never meant to be his really, that he was always meant to end up with Sun. (Anaya and Soona's eggs were broken too in the raid but whateva)

i just love that. if Mae's desperation was what inadvertently lead to Noa's broken egg and ultimately the pillaging of eagle clan, i fucking love that. because it foreshadows what she means to do later with the flood. also out of desperation.

[anonomouswriter-blr]

OuaT Peter Pan X OC (part 1 maybe)

This is just for fun y'all. This isn't a fanfic page so PLEASE don't get attached to anything I post here, there will not be frequent updates (if any). I may drop this and never post again, it's all for kicks and giggles. Even still, let me know how I can write better. xoxo

Brief Synopsis - Loretta finds herself washed up on the shores of an unfamiliar island. The friend she arrived with is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean she's alone on the island.

Story starts under cut.

It’s almost like static, the sounds Loretta heard as she roused from a state of numbness. With her head pounding and body aching and cold, she blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh light against her face. Her blinking becomes more rapid as she attempts to remove pests from her eyes. It’s not dirt, but sand. A strong scent of sea veg fills her nostrils. She begins to recognize the familiar feeling of soft waves, washing over her, returning to the sea, then over her again, ending just below her cheeks. As the sand clears from her eyes, she becomes better adjusted to the light and can see her surroundings. She had washed up on the shore of some land. Is it an island? A mainland? Is there any civilization or is she stranded?

Stranded. Stranded would mean she’s alone, but she isn’t alone. As she sat up she remembered. “Noah Reed!?” she calls out into the white light reflecting off the beach, whipping her head around in each direction. He came with her on their wrecked ship, the boy she escaped that life of responsibility with, the one who showed her what magic and true freedom could be. The one who told her about the different worlds. But that storm had separated them. Is he even on the island? What island is she on? There are no strange fruits along the shoreline to indicate if she recognizes the island from stories or pictures. The vastness of the sea isn’t helping either. Loretta stumbles to her feet, taking in her surroundings. She kicks her legs in awkward discomfort as her now dirtied white skirt sticks to her calves. “Noah Reed! Noah Reed! Noa-,”

Loretta cuts herself off as she notices the unfamiliar boy in front of her. He stands unbothered on top of the rigged rocks, cocky, as if he owned the place. “You’re not Noah,” she states blankly.

“Do I look like Noah?” the boy asks.

“If you’re going to be like that I think I’d rather you leave me be,” he raises his eyebrows at that, then holds an entertained smile.

“What’s your name?”

“That’s none of your business. How about you tell me your name?”

“That’s none of your business,” Loretta frowns, eyebrows furrowing. She looks down, spots a stick a short ways away from her, then marches towards it. “What are you doing?”

“Drawing a line in the sand,” she says as she presses the tip of the stick deep into the wet sand and drags it in a long line, separating herself from the older boy. “You stay on that side and stop bothering me,”

With that order, she turns around sharply, wet hair whipping through the air, droplets smacking her in her own face, and marches in the opposite direction for the boy, looking about the sandy shore.

“What are you looking for?” Loretta makes a noise of alarm before scowling. The boy had appeared right before her eyes.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone?” The boy says nothing, waiting for an answer. She lets out a breath of frustration, but answers all the same. “My leather satchel. It can’t be far from here,”

She walks the shoreline, the boy continuing to follow, hoping from rock to rock. He really is fast. And annoying. Like a gnat that just won’t give.

“So how did you get here anyway?” he asks her. Buzz buzz buzzing like a gnat too. Can’t he just leave her alone?

“A shipwreck,” she states plainly.

“I don’t see any ship ‘round here,”

“Because it happened in the middle of the sea, that’s why. There was a bad storm. Now won’t you please leave me alone? I really need to find my bag,”

“You mean the one over there?” Across the shore there’s a tall rock, around its base is the arm band of her satchel, the bag itself fighting against the current of the shallow waves. Without a word she runs to it, leaving imprints of her feet in her wake, the sand gathering on the hem of her skirt. She pulls the satchel up and off the rock. Dropping to her knees, she opens it, digging through its contents. “What’s in this bag that’s so important anyway?”

“A spell book,” she says, lifting up a book with a finely detailed hard cover, eyes wide in excitement and awe. It may look worn from age and seawater, but the magic inside is just as crisp and powerful as if it were still new. “Let’s see if this is the island I seek,”She flips through the pages until seemingly finding a specific one, then places the book open on the sand, her stick from earlier lying crooked against the book's binding. The boy looks quizzically as he watches her over her shoulder. Again her arm plunges into the bag and she pulls out another item, this one a spinning wooden top. Whilst reading the open pages, she mumbles to herself, holding the top over the book. She stares down the item as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. “Curses! It isn’t working. I must be on the wrong island, if this even is one,”

“And what island might you be looking for?”

“A place with magic. To keep us young forever and conjure things one can only hope for in my land,” Loretta raises to her feet, looking round and defeated, not knowing what to do. “I don’t even know if he’s in this place with me. Gosh, I wish I could just have a map to find him!” almost in an instant, a drawn out parchment appears in the palm of her empty hand. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in both hands and feeling the paper to test its existence. On the piece is a mark of where she is, a large X, and a dotted trail connecting the two. “A map, exactly how I wished it. Wait…” she turns to the boy, “How did you appear in front of me so suddenly before,”

He simply shrugs. “Magic,” Loretta approaches him, looking him in the face.

“Tell me, what island is this?” he smiles at her, a mischievous smile.

“Why, this is Neverland, of course,” Loretta’s face widens with a grin, and she cheers, jumping in the air.

“We did it! We found it! Why didn’t you say something earlier! You enjoyed watching me act a fool, didn’t you?” her whole demeanor had changed. Before she held a posture of irritation towards the boy, but how she shared a fondness towards him. “Come, I still have to find Noah Reed,”

“You want me to come with you? Weren’t you just telling me to bug off before?”

“What, that? Oh, that wasn’t serious. Besides, you seem to know this island better than me. I could use your help. Now are you coming or not?” she flippantly asks, then runs towards the forests.

posted 14.Wed.Mar.2024

[deeptrashwitch]

Learning a couple of things

(Is Alicia liking for history heavily influenced by what I study? Yes, it is! Is her main theme of interest influenced by the fact I wanna make a master on Asian and Pacific Studies once I finish my major? Also yes 😅😅 I guess this one is a bit of a self insert as well)

*The Specters were on leave after a long and dangerous mission, so they decided to pass by and stay some days on the Warrior Task Force (@islandtarochips creation!) base. Noah was being a little explosion gremlin along with Agnes, Elijah and Alexander were speaking with Nigel, Tiala was talking with Elizabeth and Luke meanwhile the rest was on the beach passing the time. And Alicia? Well...*

Alicia: *reading and leaning against one of the walls*

Kanoa: Hey Alicia! What are you reading? *walking towards her*

Alicia: Hi Noa *closes her book and extends it to him* just reading about the Pacific Islands before the nineteenth century

Kanoa: Never knew you were interested *surprised*

Alicia: I have a lot of interest in history in general *chuckles* wanna sit? If I start talking we'll stay here for hours

Kanoa: *sits beside her* So, you like history, huh?

Alicia: A lot *smiles* I specially like to read about Latinamerican history and politics because of my family, also everything related to Asian history

Kanoa: Do you have many of these? *pointing to the book*

Alicia: Back at home we have a library well stocked *giggles* advantages of a lawyer brother and a journalist sister

Kanoa: Wow *chuckles* but why do you seem so dissapointed? Didn't like our history?

Alicia: Never say thay *points at him with a smile* never

Kanoa: Alright, then?

Alicia: I thought the book would be a serious one, but turns out it wasn't *sighs* most of it sounds...fake

Kanoa: Can I take a look?

Alicia: Go on, tell me if I'm the one wrong or if it's the book *smiles*

*Kanoa starts to read while Alicia whistles a little melody. Then the Captain started to muttred and close the book*

Kanoa: Where did you find this?

Alicia: A museum store, I'm...dissapointed to say the least

Kanoa: No wonder why, this is almost everything wrong

Alicia: Care to explain?

Kanoa: It'll be a long conversation

Alicia: Meh, I don't have anything else to do

Kanoa: Mmmm, what if we make a group outing around the island? We can talk while we walk

Alicia: Yeah, let's go *points to a hangar* before Noah and Agnes cause a disaster

Kanoa: What?! Who let them together?! *standing up alarmed*

Alicia: *laughs* Easy, easy, Jackson is with them *standing up* he'll control them

Kanoa: You almost gave me a heart attack!

Alicia: Sorry *side smiling*

Kanoa: Let's go for everyone, and don't do that again, Alicia, please

Alicia: No worries, I won't

*Soon the WTF and the Specters were waking around the island, while Kanoa explained some things to Alicia, with some Tiala's help when she noticed*

[animeprincessforever]

Dagger X Reader The Words I Never Got To Say

THINGS TO KNOW-your name is Sleeping Beauty (for circus) your act is to do magical tricks with your eyes closed. 

Your Outfit - https://www.halloweencostumes.com/pretty-mad-hatter-girls-costume.html?mpid=193932&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&msclkid=3551db70b6e01483b951bd1b2acbdf6e

WARNING-cussing and some spoilers to book of circus if you have not seen it and death

YOUR POV:

It all started when father found us and took us in from us starving to death. I always loved Dagger however he always preferred Beast over me. Sure she had a rack. She was beyond beautiful. But she never returned his affections. I showed Dagger that I loved him. But... He doesn't love me the way I truly love him. As time passed, father made us into a circus. The Noah's Arc Circus. It was a cruel deed. Kidnapping children for father's plan with that noble. I tried to understand as we traveled we hit the jackpot. England. Where the Earl Phantomive lives. Our main target the father has been obsessed with for as long as I can remember. We met these men we called Black and Smile. Smile seemed like a sweet child. But then there was Black. I noticed him walking around and him with his arms around Beast. "Am I interrupting something?" Beast pushed Black away "he's being a fucking pervert again!" With that, she stormed off. I sighed as the memory of Dagger trying to kill Black by touching Beast's leg. 'What if Black did that to me? Would Dagger do the same for me too?' I felt tears slowly streaming down my face. Black said "is there something wrong my dear? Why I see the way you look at him." I gasped "I don't know what you are talking about! Your delusional Black!" Black smiled and pulled me close. "Black? What on earth are you doing?" He tilted my chin up so I could look at him. "My dear I can see right through you. The way you chase after that boy is truly pathetic. How about I make you feel better?" All of a sudden I heard Joker's voice "ah looks like you beginning to take a liking to our Sleeping Beauty?" I gasped "Joker?" Joker laughed "Aaaaahhhh, my dear Sleeping Beauty is growing up! It's getting late you all should be getting to be." I nodded "of course. Good night Joker. Good night Black." I bowed and made my way to my tent. 

What Your Tent Looks Like - https://64.media.tumblr.com/884cfd27c7604e2e2ab2dc07760b2a90/c7aba5fa68f0a43d-11/s1280x1920/68eb1ed8068b6cbd1c75670d6c628fb89c7eeec1.jpg

I sat on my bed and did some thinking. Black. I couldn't get him out of my head. Dagger... 'why Beast? Is it to much to ask just to want love?' All a sudden Joker said "Oi, Sleeping Beauty." I jumped up "Yes Joker?" "I'm going to see father. I need you to help carry out the mission." Joker told me and I nodded and gave a bow. "As you wish Joker." Joker said "I love you my Beauty. You know that?" I hugged him. "Be safe Joker. Please... You're the only one that seems to love me..." Joker kissed my forehead. "Well, I best be going. I'll see you around my Beauty."

                                                 -TIME SKIP TO THE MISSION TO PHANTOMIVE MANOR-

I ran as fast as I could. I just saw Wendy. She was killed?!?! So was Jamba. 'I have to warn Dagger!' As I ran there was a guy with blonde hair "Your heading too close to Lady Elizabeth's room. Best not wake her!" The guy had a boulder and he was too fast before I knew he threw the enormous boulder on top of me. My screams echoed threw the manor. I said "Please... Don't... Kill... Dagger..." I said in between gasps. "I'm sorry but I have to. I can just finish you off so you don't have a painful death." Before I could say anything I heard Dagger. "Let her go!" I mumbled "Dagger..." Tears flew down my face as I heard sounds and explosions. Dagger managed to get the boulder off me. But I knew... I was a goner... I looked at Dagger and smiled as I was in his arms. "I...Love...You...Dagger..." With that I was gone. I died happily in Daggers arms. With that it was the end of The Noah's Arc Circus...

The End TYSM For Reading

[howardlinkedin]

Debriefing (And Other Bad Jokes) Part 3

Part 2 here: X Summary: Things get serious except not since Tyki Mikk is now involved and Kanda breaks a chair. Meanwhile, Link struggles coming to terms that everyone he works with is attractive. 

The basement of the Black Order Police Department houses a gym, for the long nights of work, giving reprieve for the mind from homicide cases and missing persons reports.

Often, Lenalee could be found tearing up the treadmill or destroying yet another punching bag. Link had been given a perfect view of a hundred pound leather bag of cushion be ripped off its chain from the ceiling and burst at the seams the instance it hit the padded floor one evening, and it part frightened him and part aroused him.

The second half of that particular section in his lizard brain was vehemently beat down and shoved into a dark void Link managed to conjure up in his mind.

He was excellent at compartmentalizing.

“Oh, hello detective!” Miss Lee greeted, not at all out of breath as she lifted a new bag to replace the one she just decimated. “Do you need a sparring partner?”

---

Lenalee Lee, for all her loveliness and grace, was a real powerhouse compacted in a five-foot-eight, 140 pound body.

After Link became fast friends with the gym floor for the sixth time, countering the two he managed to deal her, the detective decided it was time to cede.

From the sidelines, Miranda applauded them both.

Laughing, the female officer handed the blonde a water. “Thanks Link! Who knew a stuffy guy like you had it in him?”

Link couldn’t tell if he was being insulted or complimented, but took the water anyway with gratitude.

On the opposite end of the gym, Walker was doing handstand pushups with just one arm, like the show off he was. Kanda thought it was a good opportunity to kick the arm out from under his partner.

The sparring match that ensued was really just a flurry of white and black, and Lenalee snorted while ushering out the medic and detective. “Let’s go before they start making out.”

“That is unprofessional.” Link looked cross, and was about to make himself stay and monitor the two.

“Listen.” The female officer looked the blonde detective in the eyes. “Either you ignore them or Allen will try and convince you to join them, OR Kanda will break both of your legs.”

---

Link wisely left, if only because he was conflicted and didn’t know which option sounded most appealing to him.

Once again, into the naughty thought box these feelings went.

---

Exactly one day after the bloodied wall and discovering that Walker had a stalker (and that he and Officer Kanda have more meaning behind the wrestling they do on the floor), Allen says:

“Arrest me officer.”

On reflex, Kanda snaps handcuffs on the other man and starts to drag him to the cells.

“No, no, you have to take me to the actual prison Bakanda.” Allen had the audacity to sound vexed that his partner didn’t follow his train of thought.

Lenalee was the one to often remind him that no one understands his thoughts, regardless of years acquainted, because his brain was a barrage of cats chasing after the same laser light.

Except, sometimes Kanda could comprehend Allen’s thought processes, when given the right cues.

Which leads the officer to turn into rage personified and snap a very pointed “NO.” in his partner’s face.  

Allen sighs and shrugs. “Well alright.”

Two seconds of silence.

“If you won’t come with me I’ll just take Link.”

With a click, the handcuffs fell to the ground, and Allen is out of the door with a very startled detective dragged behind him.

Kanda is left seething, glaring at the door.

---

This is how Howard Link found himself in the center of the Maximum Security Penitentiary’s recreation room, surrounded by people who have earned their occupancy, shadowing Officer Allen Walker.   

“Where’s your usual guard dog at Walker?” The one Link began to call Fellon 1 in his mind, asked.

“Yeah! Ain’t you always followed by that angry lookin’ guy?” Fellon 2 quips, looking Link up from head to toe. “This one’s just as nice to look at though.”

The blonde’s eyebrow twitched.

With a snap of his fingers, Allen redirects the group’s attention, expression serious. “Alright eyes over here.”

He slaps a hand of cards on the table.

“Full House!”

Everyone in the room groans, couple kick chairs over.

“Damnit Walker!”

Of course, Allen Walker is playing poker with criminals. Of course he is.

How the officer even gained easy access to the prison was beyond Link, seeing as it took months of paperwork to gain clearance. But nope. Not Allen Walker, manipulative, sunshine boy of the Black Order.

All the security had done was take one look at the white haired officer’s smiling face, and all entrances were open.

“Walker.” The detective hissed, side eyeing everyone else in the room. “This is not necessary! You’re overstepping your bounds enough as it is, if you don’t leave this instance, I’ll have to personally report you to the board!”

All parties in the recc room gave Link a blank (and somewhat crazed) stare.

White brows raised, Allen huffs. “Link it’s fine, these are my friends.”

“What?!”

All felons present erupted with laughter, because apparently Link was in an alternate universe, and he was actually the one not making sense.

The door slides open, and clad in awful prison orange, ankle chains and handcuffs, a scruffy man with a nest of hair and cracked glasses was escorted in.

Silence.

Allen twiddled his fingers at the newcomer. “Tyki, I love the,” He motioned with his entire hand. “Whole hobo rat aesthetic you’ve got going on.”

Turning on his heel, the man exits the room, only to return minutes later looking like a completely different person.

His hair was slicked back, revealing a crown of thorny symbols tattooed across his brow, glasses gone. He even popped his collar on his ugly orange jumpsuit, which Link thought was pointless.

The ink across his forehead labeled him unmistakingly Noah.

“Boy! Long time no see! Where’s your handsome hellhound at?”

Tyki Mikk managed to make walking in chains look languid as he shooed Fellon 1 from his seat and took the spot for himself.

The detective was really getting tired of being compared to Yuu Kanda, who apparently rarely left his partner’s side if even criminals took notice.

Allen began to collect and reshuffle his cards. “It’s hardly been a month Tyki.”

“Yes, but a lonely month without you here to brighten my dim days.” The literal murderer purred, accepting his cards. 

“No.”

Both men blinked and turned to look questioningly at the detective. He looked down right aghast.

“YOU.” Link points directly at Allen nose.

It scrunched.

“Are NOT going to play POKER with a Noah, and FLIRT with him!”

Allen sets down a three of spades in response. “Yes I am.”

Tyki began to howl with laughter.

---

For all their bickering, both Kanda and Walker made an excellent team.

And this was not just because they sometimes make out heavily on desks or hold hands at dinner.

Well, Allen holds Kanda’s hand while Kanda frowns A Lot at his fork like the awkward duck he was.

But as the smaller officer would say, details.

This exceptional teamwork allowed them to work in tandem through various plans, without needing to breathe an actual word to the other about said plan.

Which was why, even though Officer Yuu Kanda would rather be holding his sword to a certain Noah’s throat,  he also needed the detective out and his busybody ass away.

And Allen knew this. Thus, the grand display to drag Howard Link with him to crusade the Maximum Security Prison, and allow his partner to do what he felt needed to be done.

Which right now was lock himself and Lavi in the Profiler’s office like a creepy creeper.

“Now Yuu,” Lavi admonished, “I respect Allen too much to have an affair.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Kanda decided slicing Lavi’s chair in half would be a good stress relief.

The redhead looks balefully at the slaughtered seat. “Feel better?” “No.”

Bookman hummed and opted to sit on his desk. “Is this about our new detective?”

“I hate him, and I know you can give me actual reasons why.” Kanda rarely ever needed an excuse to hate someone. It’s usually his default reaction to new people, until they move mountains to prove to his judgmental and distrustful ego that they are not, in fact, agents of Satan. 

Which makes many wonder how exactly Allen Walker managed to worm his way into the angry man’s prickly heart.

But Howard Link? He arrived too soon to replace an incompetent detective, directly after too suspicious and fresh circumstances.

---

Lavi Bookman, mischievous, freckled man known by most for his constant jokes and upbeat persona.

Red hair in a constant state of windswept, with one eye hidden behind a patch after an unfortunate encounter, and the other a happy green.

Though, if one really took their chance to know him, they would soon find out that Lavi was also a satellite of surveillance. Every inch moved, every breath taken, Bookman could categorize someone’s every nuance and motivation with just a glance.

He wasn’t a Profiler for nothing.

It was thanks to him, that the PD was able to compile Tyki Mikk’s exact mental profile, right down for his need to become emotionally attached to his victims into order to kill them. Lavi never even saw the man, until the night of his arrest. 

  The moment Howard Link entered his line of vision, Bookman saw everything.

Which served frustrating, given the fact that Lavi was also a secretive bastard, and hardly ever shared his knowledge unless when on a case.

Kanda was frustrated he even had to ask.

---

A solid hour escaped them as Tyki and Allen tossed words and cards like ping pong across the table.

At one point, the Noah had tried to glide his foot up Allen’s leg, only for the officer to stomp it into submission.

Quite brutally.

For all of Allen’s honeyed words and inviting eyes, he had a very strict No Touching Allowed policy with condemned criminals. At this, Link’s mind rested just a millisecond.

Allen set down his cards. “Four of a kind!”

The Noah gaped and slammed his hands on the table. “STOP BEING A CHEAT!” he accused.

The officer took on an innocent expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, everything I do is fair and square.”

Letting out a frustrated, gravelly sound in the back of his throat, Mikk slouched elegantly in his chair.

On this day in history, Howard Link witnessed a decorated officer of the Order make nice with hardened criminals, play a card game with a Noah and watch said Noah pout like a child.

What was Link’s life, honestly?

“So,” After getting over his small fit at losing, Tyki stared intently at the officer. “What can I do you for? I doubt you came all this way to just humiliate me at cards.”

Wordlessly, Allen tossed a manilla file on the table, along with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Link glared at the white haired man, because where and when did he even get that information?

“Walker.” his voice warned.

At the sight of nicotine and fire, the Noah’s copper eyes light up. “Always so thoughtful, this is why I love you.”

At the admission, the detective felt his jaw crack, due to how hard he had just snapped his teeth.

Allen merely sighed out his nose and rolled his eyes.

Wasting no time opening the packet and lighting a stick, the Noah flipped open the obvious very classified file, filled with very sensitive information. “What bedtime story do you have for me here-oh GROSS!”

Tyki took on a very offended expression, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Who the hell IS COPYING me? What the FUCK? THIS IS HORRIBLE.”

Stealing hearts, literally, was HIS modus operandi!

Before the Noah could get further outraged, and beyond reasonable, Allen reached over and

Poked his nuckle.

Tyki Mikk stared at the lone finger for a good three seconds before attempting to grab at the whole hand entirely. Allen moved it away out of his reach, looking as unimpressed as can be.

It should also be known that listed in Mikk’s file, the man was known to be obnoxiously tactile, needy, and prone to fixate on things he felt he couldn’t have.

As Tyki made grabby hands, Allen asked. “Do you know of anyone willing to go this far in copying you?”

“No.” The Noah had resorted to laying half of his body on the table in a sulk when he realized that he would not be getting to hold hands with the pretty police man.

Tyki’s life was frustrating like that.

“Sheryl might know though. The bastard knows everything that goes on when it involves death and destruction.”

Allen groaned, “I can’t stand Sheryl.”

“Join the club, Boy.” Mikk, still sulking, resumed flipping through the file. “OH DAMN.” He bolted up, eyes filled with glee.

“Whoever this jackass is, they sure take good photos.” The Noah, much to Link’s horror, spread all of Allen images on the table and began to pet them. “Damn, you look fine in these.”

“I know.” The officer was smug.

“I’m keeping these.”

“No.”

---

After Allen most likely fractured the Noah’s hands with a deck of cards for the file (and photos), the very frustrated detective and overly calm officer made their leave.

“Just be careful Boy.” Tyki warned. “Whoever did this, took a lot of effort to make this message for you. Someone wants your attention.”

An ominous promise, if Link have ever heard one.

---

Back at the Department, Kanda all but dragged his partner away where no one saw hide or hair of either officer for the rest of the evening.

At his desk, Link felt the hairs on his neck stand on end.

Someone had been through his things.

It was minute, subtle. But Link was a detective, and the little misalignment of his pens and computer items sent warnings behind his eyes.

After thoroughly combing over all of the drawers, it seemed as though no one has taken anything. In fact, despite the slight misplacement of everything, none of Link’s belongings were missing.

There was a clap on his back, causing him to jump.

“HA! How was your first ride with Allen?” It was the Bookman, eye twinkling. “You look a little frazzled, my guy.”

“It was...interesting.” The blonde cleared his throat. “I am in decent order mentally and physically, there is no need to comment.”  

Lavi blew a rather loud, and unneeded,  raspberry in Link’s face. “Yeah, whatever Mister Short Stack McTough Guy.”

“What?”

---

That night, Link also discovered that someone had ransacked his home.

Walker’s file was missing.