#tokyo metropolitan police department

[slutpoppers]

[fatehbaz]

was thinking about this

To be in "public", you must be a consumer or a laborer.

About control of peoples' movement in space/place. Since the beginning.

"Vagrancy" of 1830s-onward Britain, people criminalized for being outside without being a laborer.

Breaking laws resulted in being sentenced to coerced debtor/convict labor. Coinciding with the 1830-ish climax of the Industrial Revolution and the land enclosure acts (factory labor, poverty, etc., increase), the Metropolitan Police Act of 1829 establishes full-time police institution(s) in London. The "Workhouse Act" aka "Poor Law Amendment Act of 1834" forced poor people to work for a minimum number of hours every day. The Irish Constabulary of 1837 sets up a national policing force and the County Police Act of 1839 allows justices of the peace across England to establish policing institutions in their counties (New York City gets a police department in 1844). The major expansion of the "Vagrancy Act" of 1838 made "joblessness" a crime and enhanced its punishment. (Coincidentally, the law's date of royal assent was 27 July 1838, just 5 days before the British government was scheduled to allow fuller emancipation of its technical legal abolition of slavery in the British Caribbean on 1 August 1838.)

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"Vagrancy" of 1860s-onward United States, people criminalized for being outside while Black.

Widespread emancipation after slavery abolition in 1865 rapidly followed by the outlawing of loitering which de facto outlawed existing as Black in public. Inability to afford fines results in being sentenced to forced labor by working on chain gangs or prisons farms, some built atop plantations.

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"Vagrancy" of 1870s-onward across empires, people criminalized for being outside while being "foreign" and also being poor generally.

Especially from 1880-ish to 1918-ish, this was an age of widespread mass movement of peoples due to the land dispossession, poverty, and famine induced by global colonial extraction and "market expansion" (Scramble for Africa, US "American West", nation-building, conquering "frontiers"), as agricultural "revolutions" of imperial monoculture cash crop extraction resulted in ecological degradation, and as major imperial infrastructure building projects required a lot of vulnerable "mobile" labor. This coincides with and is facilitated by new railroad networks and telegraphs, leading to imperial implementation or expansion of identity documents, strict work contracts, passports, immigration surveillance, and border checkpoints.

All of this in just a few short years: In 1877, British administrators in India develop what would become the Henry Classification System of taking and keeping fingerprints for use in binding colonial Indians to legal contracts. That same year during the 1877 Great Railroad Strike, and in response to white anxiety about Black residents coming to the city during Great Migration, Chicago's policing institutions exponentially expand surveillance and pioneer "intelligence card" registers for tracking labor union organizing and Black movement, as Chicago's experiments become adopted by US military and expanded nationwide, later used by US forces monitoring dissent in colonial Philippines and Cuba. Japan based its 1880 Penal Code anti-vagrancy statutes on French models, and introduced "koseki" register to track poor/vagrant domestic citizens as Tokyo's Governor Matsuda segregates classes, and the nation introduces "modern police forces". In 1882, the United States passes the Chinese Exclusion Act. In 1884, the Ottoman government enacts major "Passport Nizamnamesi" legislation requiring passports. In 1885, the racist expulsion of the "Tacoma riot".

Punished for being Algerian in France. Punished for being Chinese in San Francisco. Punished for being Korean in Japan. Punished for crossing Ottoman borders without correct paperwork. Arrested for whatever, then sent to do convict labor. A poor person in the Punjab, starving during a catastrophic famine, might be coerced into a work contract by British authorities. They will have to travel, shipped off to build a railroad. But now they have to work. Now they are bound. They will be punished for being Punjabi and trying to walk away from Britain's tea plantations in Assam or Britain's rubber plantations in Malaya.

Mobility and confinement, the empire manipulates each.

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"Vagrancy" amidst all of this, people also criminalized for being outside while "unsightly" and merely even superficially appearing to be poor. San Francisco introduced the notorious "ugly law" in 1867, making it illegal for "any person, who is diseased, maimed, mutilated or deformed in any way, so as to be an unsightly or disgusting object, to expose himself or herself to public view". Today, if you walk into a building looking a little "weird" (poor, Black, ill, disabled, etc.), you are given seething spiteful glares and asked to leave. De facto criminalized for simply going for a stroll without downloading the coffee shop's exclusive menu app.

Too ill, too poor, too exhausted, too indebted to move, you are trapped. Physical barriers (borders), legal barriers (identity documents), financial barriers (debt). "Vagrancy" everywhere in the United States, a combination of all of the above. "Vagrancy" since at least early nineteenth century Europe. About the control of movement through and access to space/place. Concretizing and weaponizing caste, corralling people, anchoring them in place, extracting their wealth and labor.

You are permitted to exist only as a paying customer or an employee.

[angelbaby191]

Detective

Pro Hero Bakugo x Detective Reader pt.1

> pt. 2

The smell of scorched coffee grounds and over-oiled leather lingered in the air as Bakugo Katsuki leaned against the worn brick façade of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The city buzzed around him, neon signs casting kaleidoscopic glows onto rain-slicked streets. His gauntleted hand flicked a faint spark to life, snuffing it out in time with the thudding rhythm of his boot against the ground.

"Hero work,” he muttered to himself. “This is a waste of my damn time.”

“Not your scene, huh?”

The voice came from his left, cool and amused. His crimson gaze snapped toward you. You stood just outside the flicker of a half-burned-out streetlight, the sharp click of your heavy steel-toed boots filling the space between you. A smirk played on your lips as you sauntered closer, hands tucked casually into the pockets of your coat.

“You always talk to yourself, or am I just special?” you teased, cocking your head slightly.

“Special, my ass.” Bakugo snapped, shoving off the wall. His eyes swept over you, sharp and assessing. Practical boots, worn but well-maintained. A coat that hugged your frame but didn’t restrict movement. And a pair of eyes that glimmered with something he couldn’t quite place. “You’re late.”

You tapped the face of the sleek watch on your wrist. “By my count, I’m right on time.”

“Tch.” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

You stepped past him, unbothered by his gruff tone. “Relax, Dynamight. If you’re lucky, this might even be fun.”

The warehouse was barely a blip on the map, tucked away in an industrial district that reeked of mildew and decay. The dull glow of streetlights struggled to pierce the heavy fog rolling in off the bay.

“This it?” Bakugo asked, his voice low.

“According to my source,” you replied, crouching near the rusted side door. You inspected the old lock with deft fingers. “Shouldn’t be too heavily guarded. Couple of grunts at best.”

“Grunts,” he muttered. “Pathetic.”

“You always this charming?” you asked, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Only to people who waste my time.”

Your chuckle was quiet, almost lost to the sound of distant waves. “Good thing I’m not wasting it, then.”

The lock gave a soft click, and you pushed the door open with a gloved hand. Bakugo followed close behind, his crimson eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. The air was heavy with the scent of damp wood and something faintly chemical.

“Stay close.” you murmured, your tone serious now.

“I don’t need babysitting.” he hissed back.

“Sure you don’t.” you replied, though there was no heat to your words.

The two of you moved in sync, silent and efficient. He blasted open a locked office door with a controlled explosion, while you swept the room for any signs of movement.

“Over here.” you called softly, pointing to a stack of crates in the far corner.

Bakugo crouched beside you, prying one open with his gauntlet. Inside were rows of glass vials, their contents shimmering an unsettling shade of green.

“Quirk enhancers...” you said, your voice grim.

“Figured as much,” Bakugo muttered, picking up a vial to inspect it more closely. He turned it over in his hand, watching the liquid swirl under the faint light. “This shit’s been popping up more and more lately.”

“And it’s getting people killed,” you added, your gaze hard. “Overdoses. Side effects. Collateral damage when quirks spiral out of control.”

He glanced at you, noting the tension in your jaw. “You sound like you’ve seen it firsthand.”

“Maybe I have.” you replied, your tone curt.

Before he could press further, a faint creak echoed through the warehouse. Both of you froze.

“Company,” you whispered, drawing a sleek police issued gun from the holster on your hip.

Bakugo grinned, the thrill of the fight already sparking in his chest. “About damn time.”

The scuffle was over in minutes. The grunts were exactly as pathetic as Bakugo had expected—barely trained, more bark than bite. He took out most of them with well-placed blasts, while you handled the stragglers with surgical precision.

“You’re not bad.” Bakugo admitted grudgingly as the last of the thugs hit the ground.

“I’ll take that as a glowing endorsement.” you replied, wiping your blade clean on a discarded rag.

He smirked, glancing at the unconscious bodies scattered around you. “What now, Detective?”

“We wait,” you said, your tone clipped. “Someone higher up the chain is bound to notice we hit this place. When they come sniffing around, we’ll be ready.”

Back at the precinct, the two of you sat across from each other in a cramped conference room. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, casting harsh shadows over the stacks of paperwork littering the table.

“You always this neat?” Bakugo asked dryly, eyeing the chaotic spread of files and notes in front of you.

“Organized chaos,” you replied, unbothered by his sarcasm. “Everything’s where I need it to be.”

He snorted, leaning back in his chair. “If you say so.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, broken only by the faint scratch of your pen against paper. Bakugo watched you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering on the sharp focus in your expression, the way your lips pursed slightly when you were deep in thought.

“What’s your deal, anyway?” he asked suddenly.

You didn’t look up. “My deal?”

“Yeah. Your quirk. Why don’t you use it?”

Your pen paused mid-stroke, and for a split second, your calm façade cracked. “Not everything’s about quirks, Mr Pro Hero.”

“Tch.” He crossed his arms, scowling. “Doesn’t mean you gotta hide it.”

“I ain't hiding anything,” you said evenly, though your tone had an edge now. “I just don’t need it to do my job.”

He didn’t press further, but the mystery gnawed at him. He’d figure you out eventually.

Later that night, you walked side by side through the precinct’s parking lot. The air was cool and crisp, the city’s usual noise muffled by the late hour.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” you said, breaking the silence.

Bakugo glanced at you, confused. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Earlier,” you explained, your smirk returning. “You said I wasn’t useless. I’m returning the favor.”

“Yeah, well…” He shoved his hands into his pockets, his ears burning faintly. “Don’t make it a habit.”

You laughed, the sound warm and unguarded. For a moment, Bakugo found himself watching you, the way the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp caught the curve of your smile.

As you reached your car, you paused, one hand resting on the door handle. “See you tomorrow, Dynamight.”

“Don’t be late,” he shot back, though there was no bite to his words.

You grinned, slipping into your car and driving off. Bakugo stood there for a moment, watching your taillights fade into the night.

Yeah, he thought. This assignment might not be so bad after all.

[wttcsms]

anatomy of desire, satoru gojo

part ii. initial incision

with mysterious circumstances centering around a first year med student’s “suicide”, you do something stupidly noble: reporting to a detective that you saw satoru gojo slipping out the backdoor of the very same building yu haibara supposedly jumped from. in doing so, you start a twisted, sick game of cat-and-mouse with the most powerful and insane student on campus. the only thing keeping you alive? the fact that satoru gojo is apathetic towards everything and everyone, besides you. ( fem!reader )

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“You know, it’s perfectly normal to still be in shock after what you’ve just witnessed,” the blond haired detective sitting across from you pushes the tiny paper cup of tap water towards you. Your mouth is dry, but you don’t trust yourself enough to stop your hands from shaking and not spilling water everywhere, so you ignore it. 

Detective Junji Wakimiya looks no older than his early thirties, but he carries himself high, with all the experience and stature of an experienced, older gentleman. He has perfect posture, and you’re not sure how much they’re paying him to work as a police officer, but the suit he’s wearing is perfectly tailored to fit his body. Chances are, it’s a department store suit and not designer, but it still looks good nonetheless. His voice is deep, but when he speaks to you, it’s almost as if he’s taking care in saying the words gently, like he doesn’t want to scare you. 

Maybe he just wants to lull you into a false sense of security. 

After all, he reminds you that this isn’t an interrogation, and that you aren’t called in here because you’re a suspect, but rather a witness. And then, before you can ask, he clarifies that no one here is a suspect because yes, something awful has happened here tonight, but until he gets all the facts sorted, whether this “something awful” was a crime or just someone’s final choice remains to be decided. 

“Apologies for making you relive through this ordeal once again, but I’ll need you to reaffirm for me the timeline of events from your viewpoint.” He takes a sip out of his own cup, as if to signal to you that it’s safe for you to drink your own, but you swallow your spit and clear your throat before repeating what you’ve just told him.

“My name is [Name] [Surname]. I’m currently a senior studying journalism here at Tokyo Metropolitan College. Earlier today, I overheard a student having a secret conversation by the vending machines near Murakami Hall, which is where a majority of liberal arts majors have their classes. I didn’t recognize the voice, and I was being nosy when I chose to eavesdrop. I heard him mention on the phone that after tonight, he would ‘be set for life,’ and I was curious as to what he meant by that. So, I got a good look at him, saw that he was a medical student, found him online, and then I started to follow him. I lost sight of him for a few minutes while talking to a classmate, and by the time I entered the laboratory building, I was exhausted and decided that this was stupid. As I walked out, I heard the screams, and that’s when I—” 

You choke up on the last part of your statement. When you blink, you see Yu Haibara’s crumpled up body smack dab on the pavement, his blood streaming out, leaving streaks that the school’s landscaper will have to pressure wash out. 

“—that’s when I saw Haibara’s dead body.” You whisper out the last part, and Detective Wakimiya is nice enough to not make you repeat your statement once more. 

“I see.” He says, setting down his cup. “As a senior in college, you must be considering postgrad jobs now, right?” 

You’re not sure what this detective is trying to get at, but you nod slowly. 

“You seem to be bright. Very ambitious, with the way you seem to want to… How did you put it? Hunt for a good story?” The small talk — is there a bigger picture here, or is he just trying to put you at ease? You know you shouldn’t be paranoid; it’s not as if you’re being suspected of a crime or anything, but after your statement was given, you were certain that you were going to be let go. 

“How do you know what’s a good story or not?” 

“Pardon?”

“What makes you want to chase down a lead over others?” 

“Um… It sounds stupid, sir, but I get a gut feeling.” You mumble, feeling awkward and like a child. “An instinct, I guess? You know, like… When you feel like someone’s watching you, and you turn around, and someone is. It’s a weird sense.” 

He nods. “Interesting. And so, when you chose to follow Haibara, you got this feeling as well?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Quite a story, wouldn’t you agree?” 

You wait a few seconds before replying. “Yes, sir.” 

“You’ve got good instincts, then. Even if things don’t necessarily turn out quite the way you anticipate them to. That’s just how life goes.” He leans over the table, reaching for his recorder and stopping the recording. “Even if things get scary, like I’m certain tonight was, you should still listen to your instincts.” 

You look at him curiously. Just an innocent piece of advice from a well-meaning adult? Whatever it is, you agree. “I will, sir.”

“I’m sure you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow, what with your classes and whatever else a college girl gets up to.” Detective Wakimiya is funny in the way he seems to think he’s some sort of old man. He acts like it. 

He gives you a reassuring smile before pulling out a business card. “Here’s my number and email. If anything else about this night, anything that you might have forgotten to add to your statement, comes to mind, please reach out. I’m available at any time.” 

“Yes, sir.”

You see Yu Haibara’s face everywhere the following day. 

The picture everyone seems to be using is the same: a headshot photo of him, probably from his most recent undergrad graduation. His hair is a little shorter than you remember, but he’s smiling wide for the camera, practically beaming. He looks cheerful, happy — excited for the future, even. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours yet, and Haibara is already haunting the halls of this college. 

There are posters and flyers tacked up on the walls of every building on campus. There’s going to be a candlelight vigil held in his honor tomorrow night; you’re not sure who the hell could possibly organize an event that big on such short notice, but in tiny, barely there font, you’re not entirely surprised to see EVENT GENEROUSLY FUNDED BY THE GOJO FAMILY. 

If you open up any social media, even LinkedIn, there are nothing but memorial posts for him. Selfies of him and other students, throwback photos, and embarrassing videos. He even has his own personal hashtag: #YuWillBeMissed. Classy. 

Last night, he was haunting you, too. When you closed your eyes after your interrogation with the detective, all you could see was Haibara’s accusatory face. You’re not sure why he’s blaming you, of all people. Maybe he’s upset with you because you couldn’t mind your own damn business. Whatever his beef with you inside your head is, you couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. And when you open the doors to the Tokyo Metropolitan Student Journalism clubroom, it’s evident you’re not the only one who couldn’t rest.

Even now, the team in charge of the school’s paper is going insane. You walk into a storm — the copier is running at full speed, and when it gets jammed (because school printers can smell fear and anxiety; they will never work when you need them the most), one of the editors for the paper curses and kicks it. A few juniors are furiously typing away at their laptops, and unlike most mornings, no one even acknowledges your arrival with a polite “good morning”. Even Sakura, for once, looks serious. 

“For the love of God, this is awful advice. We need to be instructing people on how to properly dress at this funeral. Three inch heels at a candlelight vigil is serving cunt! Four inches is giving insensitive bitch who doesn’t care about anyone besides herself!” Sakura points furiously at a line some freshman writer must have typed up in their draft. “In twenty minutes, we need a perfect edition for today’s paper. Does this look perfect to you?!” 

Tucked away in a corner of the room, you see this semester’s exchange student whispering in her phone, staring wide-eyed at the fit Sakura is throwing. 

“Osamu,” Kotori says, clutching her phone like it’s a lifeline. “I really can’t wait to be back in Osaka.” 

There are good schools in Osaka. After surveying the mess here, you even consider asking her if you can tag along with her.

It’s a sick, vain — insensitive, even — thing to notice, but you can’t help it. A majority of the girls here must have heeded Sakura’s sage advice and opted for sleek, shiny three-inch high heels. Not a single heel in sight appears to be any higher.

You suppose the noble pursuit of serving cunt is always preferable over being a bitch. Especially when you’re attending an event to remember a dead classmate.

Your peers have enough decency and decorum, at least, to keep the complaints of their heels getting stuck in the grass to a minimum. You’re honestly shocked at the amount of people who are in attendance; with the low acceptance rate and exclusivity of the school, it’s hard not to find a familiar face. Every med school student must be here, though; if even the liberal arts and STEM undergrads could make it, surely they could. 

“I heard there’s going to be a dinner afterwards,” a voice pipes up from next to you. Startled, you turn to your right, only to see Kotori beaming at you. 

“Really? Who’s catering?” You fiddle with the candle you’ve been given; everyone gathered in the main square was handed one. 

The food being served at a memorial should be the least of your concerns, but when your meager stipend barely covers cup ramen and protein bars, your stomach jumps for joy at the prospect of a meal that comes with a side of vegetables and an actual entree. 

“The Gojo family is hosting, but I heard a rumor that it’s going to be steak and lobster. So, it must be true.” 

If Haibara is inescapable, Gojo must be his shadow. He lingers around after every thought you have of Haibara, and you don’t know why, but it leaves a bad aftertaste. You briefly wonder what his interrogation with Detective Wakimiya was like. Probably nothing more than a conversation glazing the Gojo family. That’s how most interactions with older adults go for him. You’ve heard, once, that Gojo and the professors often have a funny dynamic. He makes it out to where it seems like they’re doing him a favor, but really, anybody on this campus would kill for a chance to be in his good graces. 

So what exactly was Haibara’s relationship with Gojo? They must have been close enough to where Gojo felt so bad, he would want to host and sponsor a candlelight vigil for him. Everyone around you who murmurs an anecdote about Haibara seems to only have positive things to say about the boy. Apparently, he was bright and ambitious, friendly and helpful, funny and a little weird, in a good, boyish way. He was a total open book. No one could see him killing himself. Someone even thinks he must have just accidentally fell. 

That’s the fan-favorite theory at the moment: that it must have been a bad accident. That Haibara probably was just fooling around, or trying to film a TikTok, and then he died. As morbid and awful as it makes you sound, a fleeting thought occurs.

Maybe he was pushed. 

It’s gone the minute the vigil starts, though. You don’t know why you even think that; too many true crime podcasts must be rotting your brain. That, and maybe the guilt of you basically stalking the poor guy during his last few moments on earth. 

I’ll be set for life. 

He probably was just trying to go viral on TikTok. Boys do stupid shit for online views all the time, and while Haibara must be intelligent enough to attend this school on a scholarship, it’s not like he was immune to bad decisions. Instead of worrying about the why behind his fall, though, you turn your attention to the elevated platform on the square. There’s a podium set up; usually the dean or a guest speaker will come here to give a speech, but tonight, it’s Satoru Gojo. 

Much like everyone else here, he’s dressed in all-black. Black long sleeve button down, black slacks, shiny black loafers. He walks up to the podium, but he’s not greeting the audience with his signature smile that he seems to always wear. Instead, he looks devastated. A few strands of his hair are hanging in his face as his head bends down. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, like he’s trying to practice a few breathing exercises. The crowd went silent the minute he came into view, and they’re still silent now. When Satoru Gojo is around, the world stops for him. No matter what.

After a few more seconds, he finally lifts his head, greeting the crowd with an obviously tight, forced smile. He messes with the microphone for a bit before addressing the audience. 

“Good evening,” his voice is hoarse, almost as if he’s been crying before he went onstage. Between that, and his uncharacteristic disheveled appearance, he might have been. Crying, that is. It’s weird — thinking about Gojo crying. It sounds insensitive, but you never thought of him as someone who experiences the sad and disappointing emotions other mere mortals are privy to. “I suppose the reason for why we’re all gathered here tonight needs no introduction.” He takes a deep breath. Someone is already bursting into tears. 

“Yu Haibara is — was — what I considered to be a beacon of hope in my life. He was bright. Not just in an academic sense, but something about him always radiated pure joy. As his upperclassman, I was assigned as his “buddy” during his first year orientation. I remember meeting him for the very first time, and being taken aback. I mean, we all talk about the baby first year glow, how med school hasn’t hit them yet, but damn—” Gojo lets out a sad laugh, shaking his head. “He was something else. I could tell from just lookin’ at him that nothing was going to dull his shine. He always had a positive outlook on everything, was always an optimist. I’ve never met anyone quite like him.” Gojo’s voice has a bit of a tremor to it, and more people are tearing up as they watch him grip both sides of the podium, as if to keep him stable. 

“I’m afraid that I’ll — that we’ll — never meet anyone like him ever again.” 

Gojo continues on with his speech, talking about all the things Haibara talked about accomplishing, how confident Gojo was in his potential. That Haibara was hilarious and the best junior anyone could ever ask for. That the Zenin School of Medicine will never find another student as bright and bold and ambitious as Haibara. That he’ll be missed. That Gojo has a lot of love for him, but that he hates the choice Haibara made; that despite it all, he’ll still always harbor a lot of love for him. And at the end of his speech, he reveals that the Gojo family will start funding a scholarship in Haibara’s honor, using Haibara’s name, so that way his impact will never truly die. That his spirit will still remain as strong as ever here at this college. 

Gojo’s the first to light his candle, naturally. He holds it up high, almost as if he’s aiming for the night sky. Too bad there isn’t a single star to be seen tonight. 

“To Yu Haibara!” 

Someone else sets their candle aflame, bringing the flame to someone else’s unlit wick, and eventually, going down the line, your candle gets lit, too. You share your flame with Kotori, and once the square is glowing with the comforting orange warmth only several hundred candles can provide, everyone raises their candles high.

“To Yu Haibara!” 

In the following seconds, everyone is silent and solemn. The mourning lasts only as long as the time it takes for Gojo to descend from the platform, and the conversation immediately starts back up again. All signs of despondency seem to evaporate the minute Gojo’s loafers hit the grass, and the crowd immediately parts to make way for him. 

Groups of people rush to him, to compliment him on his speech, to let him know that they’re always going to be here for him if he needs a shoulder to cry on. Every step he takes, he’s never not being bombarded by people. When he makes it closer to where you’re standing, Sakura inches towards him. 

“That was such a beautiful speech, Gojo.” She says, pretending to dab at the corner of her eyes with her black silk scarf. Sakura didn’t tear up once during the ceremony, and she would never dare to risk smudging her makeup in front of Gojo. “And you’re so strong for being able to stand up in front of us and talk about such a good friend without completely breaking down. It must have been awful to see his body, right? I know so many saw him before the cops could come and shoo everyone off—”

“Thanks,” he smiles at her, his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks. “Between you and me? I had to hold back my tears a few times.” She gasps, staring at him with wide eyes before nodding. He’s about to walk off, but then he adds, “Fortunately, what got me through was probably the fact that I didn’t ever see his body. I was in the medical school’s library preparing for an exam all night when that happened. Wanted to avoid the sight at all costs, too, so I couldn’t even stomach opening any social media.” 

You’re not eavesdropping, you rationalize. Granted, you’re not even hunting for a story, so you’re not sure what your justification for listening in on their conversation is. It’s their fault for having a conversation so close to you, anyway. Anyone with ears can hear them. 

But your stomach is lurching now; gone is your appetite for steak and lobster. Instead, you can feel yourself being filled with dread. 

During Gojo’s “emotional” speech, you were taken aback at just how torn he was. Haibara must have truly been a close friend if Gojo’s voice is shaking when speaking about him. He even needed to grip the damn podium to keep himself upright. 

Maybe it’s because it’s so dark in the nighttime, but you couldn’t help but notice how there was no true force or stress in his grip; no familiar sight of white knuckles from holding something so tightly. And his eyes — they’re obviously the most captivating feature of his. The type of blue that’s only seen in one in every one hundred million, you’re sure. But they’re not red-rimmed or puffy, and during the speech, there was no shine that would indicate he’s on the verge of tears. And you’re certain it’s all in your head when you’re punched with the same realization that the emotion Gojo portrays to his audience never reaches his eyes. Everything about him outwardly screams a boy heartbroken over the death of a good friend. He’s full of grief, but his eyes remain as empty as ever. 

You’re not going to dwell on it any more than that; at least, you weren’t going to. Now, after hearing what he just told Sakura, you’re conflicted. 

You know what you saw that night. You saw him. You saw him. Why would he lie about his whereabouts? 

Your heart is pounding as he walks past Sakura, slowly but steadily making his way closer to you. You should just let him be; everyone handles grief differently. Maybe he was just dissociating during the speech. Maybe trauma is making him want to bend the truth a little bit. Maybe he’s beating himself up over not being there to stop Haibara, and that’s why he’s pretending he wasn’t at the scene of the crime. 

No — you forcibly remind yourself. There is no “scene of the crime.” There wasn’t a crime committed. 

But that instinctual feeling in your gut intensifies the closer Gojo gets, and it’s now or never. Right before he can slip away, you reach out for him, tugging at the fabric of his sleeve, near his wrist. He pauses, turns a bit, looks down at you.

Has he always been this tall, this imposing?

“Yes?” Despite you rudely grabbing at him, he’s nothing but cordial. You swallow hard, bringing your voice to a whisper. 

“Were you there?” 

“Pardon?” He’s smiling, but he tilts his head in confusion. “There… as in where, exactly?” 

“At Old Kashimo Laboratory. When Haibara died.” You clarify. 

“Ah, I wasn’t. I had an exam to study for, so I spent all night in the library.” He blinks, before frowning. “I wish I was there, though. I’ve been wondering if there was anything I could have said or done to change the outcome of that night…” 

Your gut twists, and you swallow hard. “But that’s the thing, Gojo.” You don’t want to say it; there’s a part of you that protests, and the stronger side of you, the one that says maybe you shouldn’t leave this unanswered, dictates that you do. “Why are you lying about being at the library?” You say it so softly, you’re not even able to hear yourself speak.

But he does. You know he does, because the look in his eyes turns cold, colder than you’ve ever seen them. For the first time, you see a glimpse of emotion behind his icy blues. But it isn’t grief, and it isn’t anger. You don’t know what it is, and you almost regret grabbing his sleeve in the first place. 

“That’s a pretty harsh accusation to make.” Gone is his cordial tone. You resist taking a step back from him. “A pretty baseless one, too.” 

“I saw you.” You dare to look him in his eyes. “That night. You were leaving out the back door of the building, and a minute later, Haibara’s body was found. I don’t know the med school’s campus all that well, but the library certainly isn’t behind that old lab, is it?” 

Gojo stares at you for what feels like forever. You’ve never been scrutinized before, but you wonder if this is what a cell under a microscope feels like. The feeling of being completely and utterly exposed is a scary one, and it sounds so silly. Who is scared of friendly, kind, golden boy Gojo? 

No one is. But right now, the man staring you down isn’t the Gojo you’ve heard stories about. 

You blink, and he’s back to smiling at you, almost as if the conversation you two shared never even happened. Maybe it never did. Maybe you’re the crazy one. 

“Well, it was nice chatting with you.” He’s speaking at his normal volume now. “Hey, what was your name again?” 

He poses it as a friendly question, but you know better. 

“[Name].” 

He repeats it back, obnoxiously slow, sounding out the vowels and all. “Pleasure to meet you, [Name]. I hope I see you soon.” 

Somehow, he’s made a pleasantry sound like a threat.

[detectiveagathaau]

MIDORI MEGURE

(She takes the Juzo Megure's role)

Just like in original counterpart, she's the Police Inspector of Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

[dcextra]

ShinRan Archive: Shinichi Kudo

Transcribed w/ machine translation

迷宮なしの高校生探偵 High school detective with no unsolved mystery

工藤新一 CV:山口勝平 Shinichi Kudo CV: Kappei Yamaguchi

負けず嫌いで、己の正義に忠実。難解な謎に心を躍らせ、大人顔負けの鋭い推理を自信たっぷりに披露するーそれが、高校生探偵・工藤新一だ。整った顔立ちで頭脳明晰、サッカーも相当な実力で、ファンも多い。 He hates losing and is loyal to his own sense of justice. Shinichi Kudo is a high school detective who gets excited about difficult mysteries and confidently shows off his incisive deductions that rival those of adults. He has a good-looking face, a clear head, and is also very good at soccer, so he has many fans.

そんな彼が一途に想いを寄せるのは、幼なじみの毛利蘭。ある時、飲まされた薬の作用で体が縮み、正体を隠し”江戸川コナン”として過ごすことに・・・。だが、新一は決して諦めない。工藤新一として、蘭のもとに帰る日まで！ The person he has a crush on is his childhood friend Ran Mouri. One day, his body shrinks due to the effects of the drug he was forced to drink, and he ends up hiding his true identity and living his life as ``Conan Edogawa.'' However, Shinichi never gives up. Until the day he returns to Ran as Shinichi Kudo!

「また難事件があれば、この名探偵、工藤新一にご依頼を！！」 “If you have another difficult case, please ask this great detective, Shinichi Kudo!”

数々の難事件を解決した日本警察の救世主 The savior of the Japanese police who solved many difficult cases

工藤新一は、世界的な推理小説家の父と元女優の母を持つ帝丹高校２年祭。探偵である。観察力と記憶力を活かし、現場や証言の僅かな違和感も見過ごさない。小さな手がかりから柔軟な発想で真実を解明し、証拠を積み上げた隙のない推理ショーで、犯人を追いつめる！その実績から、警察関係者の信頼は厚く、警部クラスにも顔が利く。 Shinichi Kudo is a second year student at Teitan High School whose father is a world-renowned mystery novelist and mother is a former actress. he is a detective. Utilizing his powers of observation and memory, he does not overlook the slightest discomfort in the scene or testimony. Unravel the truth from small clues with flexible thinking, and hunt down the culprit with a solid mystery show that accumulates evidence! Due to his track record, he is highly trusted by police officials and has a good reputation even among police inspectors.

新一が探偵を志したのは、ホームズへの憧れから。幼い頃は”ホームズの弟子”を名乗り、探偵修業していたことも。事件に遭遇すると推理したくてワズワズ・・・。授業もデートも抜け出して、事件現場に駆けつけてしまうのが探偵の性だ! Shinichi wanted to become a detective because of his admiration for Holmes. When he was young, he called himself ``Holmes' apprentice'' and even trained as a detective. Whenever he encounters an incident, he always wants to deduce it... It's the detective's nature to skip classes and dates and rush to the crime scene!

(Top picture) 警視庁捜査一課から捜査協力の依頼を受け、殺人の起きた屋敷に駆けつけた新一。見事な推理で足のケガを装った犯人を逮捕し、その勇姿は新聞にも掲載された。（ONE） Shinichi receives a request from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigative Division for investigation cooperation, and rushes to the mansion where the murder occurred. With his brilliant deductions, he arrested the culprit who had faked a leg injury, and his bravery was even published in the newspaper. (ONE)

(Top left picture) 容疑者の座席でフィルムの切れ端を発見し、指紋を付けないようハンカチで拾う。捜査は丁寧で、現場を荒ら��ことはない。（１６２話） They found a piece of film in the suspect's seat and picked it up with a handkerchief to avoid getting fingerprints on it. The investigation is thorough and the scene is not disturbed. (162 episodes)

(Middle top left picture) 怪しい黒ずくめの男を、とっさに尾行。探偵としての勘も冴えている。（ONE） Quickly tail the suspicious man dressed in black. He also has good intuition as a detective. (ONE)

(Middle bottom left picture) 取引現場を証拠に残すため、対象から目を離すことなく、手の感覚だけでシャッターを切る。（ONE） In order to leave evidence of the transaction scene, you can release the shutter using just the feel of your hand without taking your eyes off the subject. (ONE)

(Bottom left picture) 手を握っただけで、相手が体操をやっていると指摘し驚かせる。鋭い観察力が導き出した推理だ。（ONE） Just by holding his hand, he surprises him by pointing out that he is doing gymnastics. This is a deduction based on keen observational skills. (ONE)

(Bottom right picture) アリバイとして提出された動画に違和感を指摘。見つけた証拠を一つ一つ突きつけて犯人を追い込み、自供を引き出した。 （７７３話） He pointed out that there was something strange about the video that was submitted as an alibi. He used every piece of evidence he found to corner the criminal and extract a confession. (Episode 773)

ぶれない正義・・・真実を求める覚悟

新一は、推理力だけでなく探偵として強い信念を持っている。推理は勝ち負けではないと考え、どんなに信じがたい真相でも目を背けず、受け止める。推理で人を死に追い込んでは殺人犯と同じ。��も死なせない・・・。相手が犯罪者であっても信条を貫く。 Unwavering justice...determination to seek the truth

Shinichi not only has great deduction skills, but also has strong beliefs as a detective. He believes that deduction is not about winning or losing, and accepts the truth without turning away, no matter how hard it is to believe. If you cause someone to die by reasoning, you are the same as a murderer. I won't let anyone die... Stick to your beliefs even if your opponent is a criminal.

クール？無愛想？気障なセリフもさらり・・・探偵として語り出した新一は、時に芝居がかった詩的な表現を口にする。聞いている側が思わず赤面するようなセリフも、照れる様子もなく素で言ってのける。一方、機嫌の悪い時は子供っぽい表情も見せる。 cool? Unfriendly? Even the annoying lines are easy... Shinichi, who begins speaking as a detective, sometimes uses poetic expressions with a hint of drama. He can say lines that would make the listener blush, without any embarrassment. On the other hand, when he is in a bad mood, he also shows a childish expression.

(Top picture) 真実はいつも一つ。推理には上も下もないと言う新一に、平次も感服。（４９話、ONE） There is always one truth. Heiji is also impressed by Shinichi who says that there is no upper or lower in deduction. (Episode 49, ONE)

(Second row left picture) 蘭とレストランで食事中、殺人事件が発生。探偵として真相を求める気持ちを抑えきれない新一は、見兼ねた蘭に送り出された。（１９２話） While eating with Ran at a restaurant, a murder occurs. Shinichi, who cannot suppress his desire to seek the truth as a detective, is sent away by Ran who can't help but look for him. (Episode 192)

(Second row right picture) 通り魔を助けた理由をきかれ、理由なんて要るのかとキッパリ。この言葉は蘭の心にも響いた。（２８８話） When asked why he helped the passerby, he flatly replies that he doesn't need a reason. These words also touched Ran's heart. (Episode 288)

(Top right picture) 遺された家族への配慮で、動機を秘匿した。（５２１話） The motive was kept secret out of consideration for the family left behind. (episode 521)

(Third row left picture) 「静かに・・・」演劇のような所作。（１９１話） "Quietly..." A theatrical gesture. (Episode 191)

(Third row right picture) 不機嫌になると、すぐジト目に・・・。（６１７話） When he’s in a bad mood, he looks scornful... (617 episodes)

(Bottom picture) 蘭と訪れた水族館で起きた殺人に、血の匂いで勘づいた新一。真実を追求する探偵の性分を、���メの習性になぞらえて語った・・・。（７７２話、ONE） Shinichi senses a murder that occurred at the aquarium he visited with Ran because of the smell of blood. He compared the nature of a detective who pursues the truth to the habits of a shark... (Episode 772, ONE)

「それが探偵さ・・・」 "That's a detective..."

平成のホームズに死角なし！？名探偵の心得 There are no blind spots in Heisei Holmes! ? Tips of a great detective

推理を支えるのは幅広い知識！推理にひらめきを与えるのは、分野を問わず蓄積された経験と知識！幼い頃からその大切さを知り、多くを学んできた。 A wide range of knowledge supports reasoning! It is the experience and knowledge accumulated in any field that gives inspiration to deductions! I knew the importance of this from an early age and have learned a lot from it.

(Top right, then left to right pictures) 保育園児にしてコナン・ドイルを熟読。謎解きやトリックの知識、推理ショーの秘訣も学んだ。（８５４話） （語学） 「あなたはいつトイレにはいりましたか？」 （化学）化学知識の応用！？薬品を合成し煙幕を生成。煙に隠れて教室から抜け出し捜査に向かった！（OVA ４） （医学）遺体を外から見ただけで死因と凶器を推測。人体の構造や機能に通じている。（１６２話） As a kindergartener, I read Conan Doyle thoroughly. He also learned riddles, tricks, and the secrets of mystery shows. (Episode 854) (Language) “When did you go to the bathroom?” (Chemistry) Application of chemical knowledge! ? Synthesize chemicals and generate a smoke screen. I sneaked out of the classroom under the cover of smoke and headed to investigate! (OVA 4) (Medicine) The cause of death and murder weapon can be estimated just by looking at the body from the outside. Familiar with the structure and functions of the human body. (162 episodes)

軽やかな身のこなしで捜査に臨む！ 探偵に必要なのは頭脳だけにあらず！捜査では、危険な現場に踏み入ったり、凶悪犯に襲われることも・・・。身体能力の鍛錬もぬかりなし！ He approaches the investigation with a light body! A detective needs more than just brains! During the investigation, you may enter dangerous scenes or be attacked by violent criminals. Training of physical ability is also perfect!

探偵に必要な運動神経をつけるために始めたサッカー。中１で早くもレギュラーの座を獲得した。（１０１話）

蘭の蹴りを難なくかわす動体視力と反射神経。急カーブで傾いた車では、蘭と箱乗りしてバランスを取る。（上はONE、右は２８６話）そばにあった地球儀を犯人に向けて蹴り飛ばし、見事命中！逃亡を阻止した。正確さと威力を兼ね備えたキックだ。（ONE） He started playing soccer to develop the athleticism needed to become a detective. He earned a regular spot as early as his first year in junior high school. (Episode 101)

His dynamic vision and reflexes allow him to easily dodge Ran's kicks. When the car tilts due to a sharp curve, Ran and I ride in a box to maintain balance. (Top is ONE, right is episode 286) He kicks a nearby globe at the criminal and hits the target! prevented escape. It's a kick that combines accuracy and power. (ONE)

超高校級特殊技術も習得済み！

車の運転はもちろん、モーターボートや飛行機の操縦まで！”ハワイで親父に教わった”。たびたび口にする通り、優作の指導により得た技術は多い。 Super high school level special techniques have also been learned! Not only can you drive a car, but you can also pilot a motorboat or airplane! ``My father taught me this in Hawaii.'' As I often say, I have learned many techniques from Yusaku's guidance.

（操縦）コナンの姿で、ヘリコプターの操縦をこなした。子供の頃に航空博物館の模擬操縦で身につけた技術。（劇場版 ２） （爆弾処理）配線図を見ただけで爆弾の構造を理解。非常ドアごしに蘭��指示を出し、爆弾を解除させた。（劇場版 １） （射撃）射撃もハワイで特訓。射撃の腕には自信あり。少しでも照準を外せば危険が及ぶ緊張の場面でも、迷いなく撃ち込める。（左から２１９話、劇場版 ２） (Piloting) He piloted a helicopter in his Conan form. He learned this skill when he was a child doing mock maneuvers at an aviation museum. (Movie version 2) (Bomb disposal) Understand the structure of a bomb just by looking at the wiring diagram. He gave instructions to Ran through the emergency door to defuse the bomb. (Movie version 1) (Shooting) Special shooting training in Hawaii. I am confident in my shooting skills. Even in tense situations where he could be in danger if he misses his aim even slightly, he can shoot without hesitation. (Episode 219 from left, movie version 2)

（何気ない言動にドギマギ・・・♥）蘭が相手だと冗談にも翻弄されっばなし。ジェットコースターでふいに手を握られてドキッ！（ONE） (I'm confused by his casual words and actions... ♥) When Ran is his partner, he's at the mercy of jokes. I was shocked when my hand was suddenly held on a roller coaster! (ONE)

つかず離れず・・・幼なじみ一筋。 気が強く、意地っ張りで、そのくせ涙もろい・・・。幼なじみの蘭をずっと近く見てきた新一。その想いは一途で、多くのファンレターをもらっても目移りしたことはない。蘭が絡むと日頃は冷静な頭脳も歯車がくるうのか、熱い男に変貌する。組織のことを伝えないのは、蘭の身を案じればこそ。本当のことを言えず蘭を待たせ続けて、もどかしさと悔しさが募るばかり・・・。会えない時間を乗り越え、ついに告白することができた！ Never leaving...a childhood friend. She's strong-willed and stubborn, and yet she's also prone to tears... Shinichi has been watching his childhood friend Ran closely. His desire is single-minded, and even though he receives many fan letters, he has never given up on him. When Ran gets involved, his normally calm mind seems to turn into gears, and he transforms into a passionate man. The reason he doesn't tell her about the organization is because he's worried about Ran's safety. He keeps making Ran wait without telling him the truth, which only increases his frustration and regret... After overcoming the time when we couldn't meet, I was finally able to confess my feelings!

事件を優先させて、またしても蘭を置いて来てしまった新一。待ち続けている蘭の元に戻り、伝えたい言葉があるのだが・・・。思い通りにならない体に、焦りと悔しさが募る。（１９３話） （アイツがまってるのに・・・っ） Shinichi prioritizes the case and leaves Ran behind once again. He returns to Ran, who has been waiting for her, and has something to say to her... I feel a growing sense of impatience and frustration as my body doesn't turn out the way I want it to. (Episode 193) (Even though she's waiting...)

（出会った日から・・・） 初めて合った日、とびきりの笑顔に心を撃ち抜かれた！その日から蘭一筋。（８５４話） 友達への照れから、蘭を名字で呼び、距離を取ろうとしたことも・・・。（４７３話） （ついつい強がって・・・） 監禁被害者の救出を電話で指示。たびたび電話でピンチを助けている。（５１１話） （会えない二人を繋ぐのは電話とメール） （言いたいことも聞きたいこともいっぱい・・・）新一の姿に戻った貴重な機会に、蘭と気持ちを確かめ会いたかったのだが・・・。（５２３話） (From the day we met...) On the first day we met, his amazing smile stole my heart! From that day on, I was devoted to Ran. (Episode 854) Out of embarrassment for her friend, he called Ran by her last name and tried to distance himself from her... (Episode 473) (I just kept getting stronger...) Give instructions over the phone to rescue a confinement victim. She often helps people in a pinch over the phone. (episode 511) (Telephone calls and emails connect two people who cannot meet each other) (There are so many things I want to say and ask...) I wanted to take the precious opportunity to meet Ran and see how she feels after returning to Shinichi's form, but... (Episode 523)

ロンドンで再会するも、余計な感情が入りまくって蘭の心は推理不可能・・・。感情を爆発させ走り出した蘭を捕まえて「好きな女」と伝えられた！（６２１話） 「オメーは厄介な難事件なんだよ！」 Even though they meet again in London, Ran's feelings are filled with so many unnecessary emotions that it is impossible to understand them... When Ran bursts with emotion and runs off, he catches Ran and tells her that he is the woman he likes! (621 episodes) “You are a troublesome and difficult case!”

もう一人の幼なじみ、園子が知る！？ 工藤新一の素顔 新一くんは・・・女にデレデレ！？

探偵としての活躍が新聞や雑誌に取り上げられて、チヤホヤされてる（？）新一君。まさか浮気してないでしょうね？

女性の体に腕を回し、容疑者とキスした姿勢を再現しつつ、囁くような事情聴取。これが蘭に知れたら・・・。（１９２話）

「推理オタク」とバカにする蘭に、ファンレターの束を見せつける新一君。モテモテぶりに顔のニャケが止まらない！？ Another childhood friend, Sonoko, knows! ? Shinichi Kudo's real face Shinichi-kun is crazy about women! ?

Shinichi-kun's activities as a detective have been featured in newspapers and magazines, and he is getting a lot of attention (?). I'm sure you're not cheating on me, are you?

He wraps his arms around the woman and recreates the position of kissing the suspect while interrogating her in whispers. If Ran finds out about this... (Episode 192)

Shinichi shows off a stack of fan letters to Ran, who makes fun of him for being a "mystery geek." I can't stop my face from being so popular! ?

新一君は・・・ムッツリスケベ！？

クールに装い、カッコつけても、中身はただ��男子高校生。思春期真っ只中の頭で、何を考えていることやら・・・。園子様はお見通し！ ”ブラジャーを見せてくれ”と、頼む新一君。目的は本当に捜査だけ・・・！？（１６２話）

（ドサクサに紛れて！）

蘭とキスする”フリ”の演技中、無言でやたらと顔を近づける新一君。（１９０話）

（甘い妄想を膨らませて・・・）

アツいカップルの姿を、蘭との甘いラブシーンに変換して脳内再生！（ONE）

新出と蘭の関係でも妄想。（１７１話）

水着を直す蘭のお尻っを激写。新一君に見せたら喜びそうね！（１５３話）

（お宝画像にドキドキ！？）

蘭の胸元をとらえた刺激的な１枚を送ってあげた！（４１１話） Shinichi-kun... you're such a pervert!?

Even if he dresses cool and looks cool, inside he is just a high school boy. What are you thinking in your head in the midst of adolescence? Sonoko-sama is looking forward to it! "Please show me your bra," Shinichi asks. The purpose is really just to investigate...! ? (162 episodes) (Get lost in the crowd!) While pretending to kiss Ran, Shinichi silently brings his face closer to Ran. (190 episodes) (Inflate your sweet delusions...)

Convert the image of a hot couple into a sweet love scene with Ran and replay it in your mind! (ONE)

Even the relationship between Shinde and Ran is delusional. (Episode 171)

A close-up shot of Ran's butt as she fixes her swimsuit. I think Shinichi will be happy if I show it to him! (153 episodes)

(Are you excited about the treasure image?)

I sent you an exciting photo of Ran's chest! (Episode 411)

新一君は・・・大の推理バカ！

推理が好きすぎて、周りが見えなくなる傾向アリ。デリカシーのなさに蘭も苦労してるわ。

持ち前の観察眼と分析力を披露する新一君。それが蘭のデート気分を壊していることには気づかず・・・。（７７２話）

ホームズのことを興奮気味に語る新一君に、蘭は置いてけぼりよ！（１話）

機内の殺人現場で勝手に検証を始め、警察はカンカン。（１６２話）

事件に夢中なアイツを”大バカ推理之介”と称した蘭。（２２９話） Shinichi-kun is...a huge deduction idiot!

He loves deduction so much that he tends to lose sight of his surroundings. Ran is also struggling with the lack of delicacy.

Shinichi shows off his observational and analytical skills. He doesn't realize that this is ruining Ran's mood for the date... (Episode 772)

Shinichi talks excitedly about Holmes, so leave Ran alone! (Episode 1)

He started investigating the murder scene on the plane without permission, and the police were furious. (162 episodes)

Ran calls the guy who is obsessed with the case "Big Idiot Mystery". (Episode 229)

[anetaen]

NIKI ETSUKO, KINUTA HISAE. SPECIAL ABILITY, NINGYŌ JŌRURI.

ability - user, police sergeant under tokyo metropolitan police department - port mafia member acting as an an undercover information siphon + eliminator of the defected. 24. she/her. 5ft5inches.

etsuko niki was a japanese novelist born in 1928, noted for becoming the first female japanese writer of mystery fiction. her novel, the cat knew features characters etsuko and yuutarou niki a brother and sister duo solving crimes within the clinic that they reside above. inspiration taken for etsuko's alias comes from one of the background characters, a deputy inspector kinuta.

KINUTA 依田 ⁽ 依, to rely + trust in 田, rice paddy ⁾ HISAE 長恵 ⁽ 長, chief + leader 恵, blessing + favour ⁾

the port mafia is not all etsuko has ever known. having lead a fairly normal childhood, her parents owed hefty gambling debts to the previous boss of the port mafia, and in the months leading up to his death when his mental state deteriorated, he had them eliminated when etsuko and yuutarou were seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

the debts remained outstanding and so in an effort to claw back her family's dignity, etsuko and yuutarou joined their ranks. noting that her ability could provide useful, she was kept out of high profile assignments so as to keep her relatively hidden, and in the meantime the plan was formed to have her slip into the tokyo metropolitan policing ranks, siphoning information and keeping tabs on potential issues. yuutarou resides within the port mafia's guerrilla squad.

three years later, her name was changed and ability - user status wiped, and all relevant historical documents were forged including those to show that she had attended university and had graduated with grades reflecting that of a normal student. she passed the policing course and began her journey as double agent, kinuta hisae.

SPECIAL ABILITY, NINGYŌ JŌRURI - ningyō (puppet manipulation) jōruri (to the sound of a joyous tune). otherwise known as bunraku, this is a form of japanese puppetry dating back to the 17th century, in which strings are attached to the necks and limbs of puppets, otherwise referred to as dolls, to perform a narrative to song. hisae's ability manifests as thin, invisible strings that stem from the tips of her fingers and find home in the necks and limbs of her chosen real - life puppets, in which the string at their necks links her to their central nervous system, effectively allowing her to siphon information and emotion from their bodies, alongside controlling them at her will. when she takes control, it renders her chosen puppet unconscious to the sound of a distant song, which is the only thing they remember once they regain consciousness. within the police department, it is not known that she is an ability user, and within the port mafia she is simply known as ningyōtsukai - the puppeteer, a contact in which people rarely see and other than the executives, do not know the true identity of.

standing at 5ft5inches, hisae has long, dark hair that is mostly kept tied away from her face with thickly cut pieces stopping at her chin to frame her face, eyes an earthen brown. she is quick - witted and sharply intelligent, as expected of someone that leads two very different lives and exists merged as two separate people. well - versed in kendo and judo as per her police training, with knowledge of firearms stemming from her time within the port mafia and her training as an officer. she is naturally deceitful in line with the nature of her role in the organisation, but forges real and honest relationships with friends and colleagues, where possible.

her chosen method of transportation is a suzuki hayabusa. on most friday nights, she can be found taking her colleagues out for drinks at a local police - affiliated bar not too far from the station. she rarely takes vacations - if she does, it's a cover for more work needing to be done within her role in the port mafia. when she meets with other mafia members that do not know her identity, she keeps her motorcycle helmet on and the visor down.

as an officer of the law, hisae is fair and just and works well with her colleagues. she is good - natured and kind, and works quickly and efficiently with other departments when necessary. with her status as an ability - user kept hidden, it is easy for her to source the information needed to close her cases, and does so in a quick and efficient manner whilst being smart enough not to draw unnecessary attention to herself. having only been an officer for 3 and a half years, she has climbed the ranks quickly and sits as a sergeant in charge of her own cross - section of the force, ironically focused on illegal activity within yokohama (avoiding the port mafia both on account of their status as a legal operations unit and that of the nature of her position with them).

within the port mafia and her role as a double agent, hisae's main responsibilities are directing attention away from any activity that does not operate under the port mafia's legal operations permit, collecting information on operations from rival groups and happenings within the city itself, and taking care of those who have defected - either waltzing into the police department's buildings to claim they possess information on the port mafia and any of their branches, or those that have been imprisoned and will later begin to tell tales. she eliminates those she can with the port mafia's signature method, and any individuals she cannot reach, she will find a solution that mostly aligns with the use of her ability to force their own hands, or the hands of someone else into killing them.

she is loyal to the port mafia but in her second - nature as an officer, her morals are upright and something she holds in high regard. lower - ranking members of the port mafia scarcely come across her unless there is a direct need, and she has the most contact with mori himself and his executives and is fed direct orders through either party. she meets with someone once a month to report on any findings and notes of interest (she always arranges a time suitable for herself, as to avoid suspicion) though otherwise she is largely left to her own devices as she understands what is expected, and in certain situations, what is needed from her. she does not take issue to killing as it is something she was exposed to within her first years in the port mafia's ranks even if indirectly, though she finds issue in deaths that are unnecessary and will chastise those of the lives she has to claim because they have overstepped the boundary and forced her hand.

[corruptedfates]

Me : Stop making more AUs you have enough to deal with...

Also Me : Fan Parents/Families of the MPD First Department Characters who technically don't exist+story and lore turning it into a Detective Conan AU

Yeah so this happened here's the beta designs of them.

Starting from left to right, we have Takagi's mother, Kei Takagi , to her right is Shiratori's father, Nobuyuki Shiratori ,and lastly Yumi's father, Yasou Miyamoto.

Sato's father already has a canon appearance and story so I'm not going to go into much about him.

I'll make separate posts for each parent/OC but basically the parents are like the first version of Shiratori, Sato, Takagi and Yumi.

They are all police officers/detectives of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department First Division except for Yasou who works as a patrol officer.

Also here's Kei Takagi

[maristelina]

Kotoko Harrow Translations + Analysis

This is just my personal analysis, but it seems that there are 2 main criminals that Kotoko is pursuing in this MV. I will try to divide them so it's not confusing.

An accident and to call the police for any information.

Body Found near the Home of Another Female Victim. Possible Connection to Series of Murders of Girls

The body was found near the home of another female victim, and the police are investigating a possible connection to a series of murders of girls committed by the same perpetrator.

New evidence in the case of the abandoned and murdered girl's body?

Report: Police (this afternoon) The same tire marks found at the scene where the victim's body was discovered were found near the scene of the crime. The perpetrator likely abducted the victim in a car, killed her, and then abandoned her body in the vicinity of her home.

Kotoko's notes about the killer's movements.

Shocking revelation: The heinous criminal behind the crime is the privileged son of a high-ranking official!

Killed 10 people in just about 2 years. Victims are elementary school students. Hidden by a cover-up.

"Since he was young, he has been aware of his environment, and his parents are satisfied. His thoughts are unknown," according to the voices around him.

He lives in a tower apartment located in the city. It seems that the suspect's name (A) was not revealed, and no investigation was conducted based on his bodily fluids.

According to sources, there may have been concealment due to his father's pressure. The victim may have been run over by a car or killed by hand. However, due to the fact that suspect A is his son, there is a lack of consistency in the handling of the case.

It's interesting to note that this killer's face is visible.

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Posing as a Bank Employee for Theft? Deceived an Elderly Person and Fled with 500,000 Yen

#crime #theft #breaking news

This morning, a man visited an elderly person's house in Tokyo posing as a bank employee and deceived them out of 500,000 yen in cash. The police are currently searching for the suspect. The man is described as being in his early to late 30s, around 170cm tall, of medium build, and wearing a black suit resembling that of a salaried worker.

According to a statement from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the man posed as a staff member and visited an elderly woman in her 80s in Tokyo at around 9 a.m. this morning. He lied and said, "I might have accidentally handed over someone else's envelope at the bank counter yesterday, so please let me confirm the contents," and fled after the woman handed him an envelope containing 500,000 yen in cash. The suspect is believed to have been observing the woman and bank staff since the previous day and had followed her to her home.

Currently, the police, who received a report from the victimized woman, are rushing to identify the suspect.

This is the 40th victim of 'It's me' phone scam.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department announced early this morning that over forty cases of phone scams known as "It's me(?) fraud," in which the caller claims to be a family member in trouble and asks for money, have occurred in Tokyo over the past week. At least 1,500,000 yen in damages have been confirmed in eight of these cases. The scammers often disguise their voice to avoid being identified, and they use a common tactic of calling the victim to a designated location to receive cash.

Because of these similarities, the police suspect that these crimes were committed by the same group. A 23-year-old woman in Tokyo was told by a scammer that he had been in an accident on the way to the hospital because of a cold, and she fell victim to this scam.

Luxury Bicycles Stolen: Man in Tokyo Arrested for Repeatedly Cracking Combination Locks

A man living in Tokyo has been arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department for stealing high-end bicycles from both domestic and foreign brands. He repeatedly cracked combination locks using a method that involved checking online information about used bicycles and targeted unlocked bicycles. The police plan to charge him with theft and other crimes soon.

The woman received a call from a man claiming to be her eldest son, saying that he had caused an accident and needed money. The next call came from the same man, asking for 1 million yen, saying that he had been hospitalized because of the accident. He instructed the woman to hand the money over to a lawyer at a train station in Tokyo. The woman followed the instructions and handed over 1 million yen to a man who got on the same train.

According to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, there have been similar cases in which residents of Tokyo have been targeted by scammers who claim to be their sons or other family members. In one case, a scammer claimed to be a colleague and said that he needed settlement money. In another case, a scammer said that he had been fired from his company and needed money.

The suspects have admitted to the crime during police interrogation, stating that they "sold the stolen items to a brand item purchasing store, and used all the cash obtained there for food and drink expenses." It has also been reported that the suspects have a prior record of theft.

Anon on Top: It's just stress, cut him some slack.

Anon on bottom: People like this will just do it again.

The police conducted a stakeout and identified the suspect's home. The next day, the suspect visited an elderly person's home pretending to be a bank employee, convinced them to hand over cash, and then fled. In the second incident that occurred earlier, the elderly victim (82) was pushed and fell, fracturing her left ankle, resulting in a five-week recovery period. The police obtained information on the suspect's clothing and facial features from the first victim and identified a man with a history of assault charges from nearby security cameras.

When the photo of the suspect was shown to the second victim, she confirmed that it was him.

The suspect, 34-year-old Mikio Oshii, who resides in Tokyo, was announced by the police. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is calling on the elderly to "never hand over money to anyone who claims to be a bank employee," focusing on banks in residential areas.

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◆ A wanted thief was assaulted by an unknown assailant

Early yesterday morning, a nearby shop employee reported hearing screaming and seeing a man lying on the ground. According to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the man had lost consciousness after being beaten on his face, stomach, and other areas, and was taken to the hospital. The police are currently trying to identify the suspect.

At the scene, there were footprints believed to be from the suspect who attacked the male victim, and a pair of men's sneakers that are widely circulated. Investigators are narrowing down the search to male suspects. A young man wearing a hood was also seen in the area at the same time, and investigators are exploring the possibility that he was targeted and involved in the incident.

According to previous investigations, the male victim was wanted throughout Tokyo for theft and assault charges and was identified as the suspect, Mikio Oshii.

The article above seems to be about Kotoko's Assault against Mikio Oshii. Kotoko wears mens clothing and shoes to avoid detection whenever enacting vigilante justice.

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These ones I'm not sure where they land, but I translated them since they seemed important.

Paper bag robbery, 20s male and female arrested.

The police arrested a man and a woman in their 20s who reside in Tokyo on suspicion of theft, as they allegedly snatched a paper bag containing a recently purchased bag and other items from a woman who had just come out of a department store on the street in the early hours of last night and fled the scene.

Yesterday evening, a female suspect snatched a paper bag from a woman who had just come out of a department store on the street, while on the road. The female suspect fled the scene in a car driven by a male suspect who was waiting nearby.

The entire process of the crime was captured on nearby security cameras, and as a result, the two suspects in this case were identified.

The Metropolitan Police Department arrested a 46-year-old man working for a major advertising agency on suspicion of violating the ordinance on prevention of public nuisance by targeting high school girls during their commute at a train station in Tokyo and filming up their skirts with his smartphone.

The man was caught red-handed by a police officer who noticed him filming up a girl's skirt while standing on an escalator during the girls' commute time. Over 200 upskirt photos were found on his smartphone, and he had been arrested three times in the past for similar offenses.

One of the man's colleagues said, "I had no idea he had a criminal record. He said he was going to pick up his children once a week and leave early, but I never expected him to do such a thing…" and expressed shock at the news.

According to the police investigation, the man has admitted to the charges, saying, "I knew it was wrong, and even though I knew I would eventually get caught, I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to forget about the stress from work."

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This one is interesting.

Company: Shoko Newspaper Corporation Position: External Director (?) Name: Kaneshiro Ken'otoko(???)

Kotoko pays him 10,000 JPY which is equivalent to 90~100 USD in conversion. This scene is related to Serial Killer boy and it's very suspicious.

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There are some suspicious scenes as well with Serial Killer boy. Things that Kotoko shouldn't seem to know. For example, the old lady's body appears a few frames before the end sequence. The murder weapon and how he killed them. A black haired girl that was shown last minute. Why is she important and why does she only appear here? Is she Kotoko or something?

The articles made no mention about the killer's modus operandi or murder weapon. It's possible Kotoko got that information when she met the reporter but she has been hinting to have seen the hammer and the lady in white earlier before that.

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This is just speculation of course but...There's also the article about the paperbag couple. Kotoko is 20 years old and this boy seems to be of the same age. Are they...related somehow? Or is it just coincidence? Kotoko's hideout seems to be in a warehouse too.

It's unlikely they are connected but I also find it interesting that the appearance of the serial killer is very close to Fuuta.

[storiesoflilies]

Lilyyy. I'm sorry to bother you with this, but you're the best at writing synopsis, so I wanted to ask for your opinion about this one:

As the adopted daughter of the Chief Inspector of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, you believe you have a bright future and successful career ahead of you as a Detective. You were trained by the very best, after all. But when you begin to investigate a series of ritualistic murders of young men all across Japan, the truth of your linage and the hidden society of Jujutsu begins to unravel in your wake. Leaving you with the question - Who are you, really?

I have a feeling the beginning is too long and too much information, but I'm not sure how else to convey that reader is adopted and she's a detective.

I'm really open to any suggestions and opinions ♡♡♡

wahhhh shikari my darling!!!

this was such a cute ask, and thankyou for saying my synopsis’ are good (even though they are the most ambiguous known to man lololol).

advice below the cut <3

so here’s a little condensed option based on what you’ve sent me! i personally feel you could explain the parental/family situation, as well as the fathers job title, within the fic tbh.

here’s an example of how i condensed things a little.

who are you, really? you might have once said a bright and upcoming detective, trained by the very best in the business. but when you begin to investigate a series of ritualistic murders of young men all across Japan, the truth of who you really are begins to unravel in your wake.

your fic sounds really exciting, i can’t wait to read it :3

hope this helps!

Lily xo

[japanesedoramaandanimelover91]

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[adachimoe]

Random conflicting Adachi details in the Golden anime

In the post about "Adachi was totally stalking Mayumi", I mentioned:

I’m aware that the Persona 4 Golden anime has its own version of this where Adachi is actually legitimately seriously assigned to go babysit Mayumi. But that’s just the anime adaptation’s take on Adachi, and in the commentary track for episode 7, the director emphasizes that this is their take and encourages you to think whatever you’d like. 

So here are some other decisions that the Golden anime made that conflict with what else is known about the character.

Golden anime: Adachi is in Tokyo before coming to Inaba. They don't name Tokyo, but he's shown working at a rather distinct building when he receives his transfer order to Inaba, and the building is the real life Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building.

Atlus: Adachi didn't live in Iwatodai, but he did used to work in the heart of the city (source: Persona Stalker Club episode 11).

I assume that the anime staff picked the Tokyo PD to make Adachi look successful before he gets booted all the way to Inaba.

I know some creators just come up with answers to fan questions, but I don't get that impression about this - Atlus had already thought about it if Adachi was talking about being sick of seeing the Moonlight Bridge. (Tho the Moonlight Bridge in Persona 3 is modeled after the real life Rainbow Bridge in Tokyo. I guess we have "Tokyo at home".) I think Iwatodai is a big enough city that Adachi would miss it when he's stuck in Inaba too. It's modeled on the very large port city of Kobe. Going from working there to working in the sticks would be a huge shift.

Golden anime: Adachi is wearing a red tie as he drives into Inaba with his transfer papers.

Atlus: Adachi's red tie was a hand-me-down from Dojima because Dojima couldn't stand seeing the shitty tie Adachi kept wearing (source: Persona Stalker Club episode 5).

The Persona Stalker Club stuff was after the anime aired, so it's not like they could have known. I also don't get the impression that this was a random answer. The person who asked this question on Stalker Club was totally on to something - why *do* these 2 dudes both wear red ties? Also, in Adachi's social link, Nanako points out that he has holes in his socks, so him wearing a threadbare tie that pissed off Dojima sounds about right lol.

Golden anime: Adachi's apartment is rather empty. Barren, even - there are no personalizations or decorations. It's also noticeably clean - part of the plot is him cleaning out his fridge, and the setting files only shows some folded clothes on the ground.

Atlus: Adachi is noted as being bad at tidying up his room (source: his P4U2 profile).

I don't think this is a "random" trivia thing that someone just wrote for his profile. In the notes accompanying his character design from the Persona 4 Design Works, Soejima talks about communicating that Adachi really was an elite in the police force through his bedhead and crooked tie. How elites have some part of them that's "off", and in Adachi's case, it's that he isn't mindful of his appearance.

Imo, what Soejima did with his character design helps give the player a visual about how his home looks without ever actually seeing it. Like the mental image I have of him is, "dude who sleeps on a futon surrounded by stacks of cup noodles and beer cans, uses a 10-in-1 product, owns 1 suit", and I thought that way before ever seeing his P4U2 profile.

Meanwhile, the Golden anime adaptation went in a different direction and used the appearance of his place as an extension of himself. His room's barren appearance and lack of personalizations reflects how Adachi doesn't have much going on in his life, and the kindness forced on him by others is something he keeps on a cold shelf before physically throwing into the trash. Hmm, it feels heavy handed when you type all of it out like that lol.

???: Btw, the anime might make you think Adachi has a classic yellow PVC raincoat, but it's actually a yellow mods coat (source: Soejima's character design for Adachi says "mods coat"). The m51 parka that was worn by mods is made of nylon, so it's also waterproof. That said, I have no idea if the anime was trying to draw him in a pvc raincoat or a yellow mods.

[hoeneymilktea]

Can you give leia headcanons 🥹🥹🤲🏼🤲🏼 i miss her sm

Yes I can! Leia is one of my favorite characters in here as she plays a very important role to the plot's exposition. The character is loosely based on a friend I had. Unfortunately we don't really talk anymore but her character still lives on lol

Idk if any of yall read her fanfic, but she basically wrote about Leia and Kuroo's life in the deciphered universe. She never continued the fanfic after two chapters, but a lot of what we talked about (when we used to still talk) was a lot of prequel stuff about Leia and Kuroo and Oikawa and just about everyone before y/n came into the picture. I'll probably write a sequel lowkey to deciphered about Oikawa and his backstory, as well as Leia and Kuroo's backstory too, since she never got to finish it.

Long story short, Leia's backstory goes that she's grown up in a wealthy yakuza family her entire life. Her father, Mr. Sakanoshita (we will never know of his first name and I intent to keep it that way) is the leader of the most well known and powerful yakuza clan of Tokyo, and basically all of Japan. He has the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department wrapped around his finger, and I basically alluded and explained that in the more recent chapters of deciphered. Anyways.

Leia has an older brother, Keishin (Ukai) Sakanoshita. He passed away in a really bad car accident, where he basically did an Iwa (sorry) and crashed his car, but this time, his car actually blew up. His car's nickname was "death trap" for a reason, but both Leia and Kuroo suspected that it was the work of her dad. They both think Mr. Sakanoshita intended to murder his own son for the suspect of treason upon his own clan.

Because of her older brother passing away, she was extremely empathetic to y/n and her grievances with Iwa when he was in a coma. Sometimes when y/n wasn't able to make it to the hospital to spend some time with Iwa, Leia would go in her place. She didn't even care about Iwa like that before he got into his accident, but since y/n was basically her best friend (and for her unspoken empathy because of her own brother's death), she did those favors anyway. Plus she's pregnant and can't really do anything else

Another headcanon is that she actually loathes her racing nickname, because "Princess" is supposed to be an intimate pet name between her and Kuroo. He was the one to give her the nickname in endearment, and it provides a lot of meaning for her and their relationship. Though, unfortunately because of her reputation as the daughter of the "King of Tokyo", referring to her father, she despises the racing nickname in that context (even tho that's literally the same reason why Kuroo started calling her Princess... but he denies that's the reason for her sake lol).

So Leia is actually very much a Miu Miu and Chanel girlie. She wears more Miu Miu than Chanel, but she favors both fashion houses. Both her and y/n rock Vivienne Westwood though (kinda like in a Nana way, except give y/n Hachi's personality with Nana's style, and give Leia Hachi's style with Nana's personality).

One last headcanon is that she actually hated Oikawa, like A LOT before y/n got herself involved with him. Her reasons is that he was generally known as a prick with his facade, as well as the fact he literally SHOT Kuroo the first time they met), but obviously the more y/n and Kuroo got involved with him, the more she started to tolerate Oikawa. She liked Iwa A LOT more than Oikawa though!

[ssomniar]

Keiko Murata (32) "slacker"

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

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Enjoying my new oc in rgg au ✨

[j-2b]

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

This is the building of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, located in Yoshida, Tokyo. It is the bureau in charge of public security and intelligence operations, with more than 2,000 officers. This building has also appeared in the popular anime series Detective Conan, as the headquarters of the police forces that collaborate with the young detective Conan Edogawa.

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[asknarashikari]

Houtaro: Why do I need to study more? What happened to my senpai being so cool?!

Emu: Houtaro, we talked about this, you can’t neglect your studies even if you want to become an Alchemist, you still need to graduate high school.

Houtao: Is that why Sakura-san is also here?

Sakura: Be thankful you’re treated to a normal classroom setting.

Sakura: Don’t mind me, I’m here studying for my lessons, without the usual ruckus with my brothers.

Houtaro: What about Keiwa?

Emu: He’s with Shinnosuke, he wants to be a policeman after all, who better to train him than Tomari-keibu of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Shoutaro: Yeah, if Terui was training his kouhai, he won’t be the Keiwa we know and love.

Ryu: Do you have so little faith in me Hidari?

Shoutaro: Would you have trained him that would best benefit his character?

Ryu: Don’t ask me questions

Shoutaro: Hojo, give the kid a break.

Shoutaro: And please let the actual teacher teach him.

Emu: *raises an eyebrow*

Shoutaro: I said what I said, he could have techniques to help Houtaro in his studies.

Shoutaro: Since he got his degree in teaching.

Emu: Fine.

Emu: But I’ll be quizzing him later.

Shoutaro: Give it a few days before you quiz him, jeez.

Emu's harder on Houtaro about his studies than his real mom is (though tbf he has gotten into trouble with her about that)

Also, where the hell is Minato (also his actual sensei outside of alchemy) in this?? And maybe Rinne can help him too??