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"Our suspects in there, Akarui." Said one of the colleagues, as he looked through a periscope.

"They're amazing."

The members took a glance at their colleague who smiled up at the blue sky. "The cicadas." They all looked at each other. Where was this guy going at? "That noise protects them. It mimics a predators own sound. Our killer feels safe when he hears it."

"Akarui, Kageyama Keitaro is in there. He's got hostages." Said his colleague: Ryo, who was beside him, tired of his strange sayings.

The male faced him and smiled widely. "Lovely. Let's get him."

He went down the hill quickly as his colleagues followed behind. Once reached down, they all began looking around an abandoned slaughter house.

The man pulls out his gun within his coat and looked around for their suspect. He entered a room where a light flickered, seeming to miss a figure hidden behind the door.

Hearing electricity discharging, he didn't have enough time to turn his back and immediately screamed in pain. Gasping and grunting as his eye lids began to fall like malfunctioning shades.

He'd been tased.

"Dad."

A boy whispered, playing with his fingers and continued to speak. "Can I ask you something?

His father smiled at him. "Yes, of course, [Y/n]."

"Why did you kill all those people?"

The man's smile faltered as he cleared his throat. "Uh. . . that. Well. . ." He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck. "I'm not really sure I know the answer. If there even is one."

The boy looked up at him, placing his hands into his pockets.

"But. . . I have some time on my hands. Maybe we can figure it out." He leaned down to his sons hight as he whispered. "Together."

"They call you a monster." His father smiled awkwardly. What a kid he was. "On tv, kids at school. Are you?"

His father placed his hands on the bars of his cell and smiled widely.

"Oh. Oh no, my boy. There's no such thing as monsters."

His eyes shot wide open, wheezing and grunting awake. Panting, he took his flash light out and checked his surroundings. The light flooded the room, just enough to make out two people on the floor, tied, and unconscious. He also founded jars that had body parts in them on the shelfs.

"[Y/n], what's your status? Please tell me you're okay."

He smiled knowing the voice of who it belongs to and pressed onto his ear piece. "This is [Y/n]. I found the hostages. They're alive. And yes, I'm fine, Haru." He looked around with his flash light and finds a figure holding a gun at him. He jumped in fright.

"Whoa! Hey Kageyama. Y-you like jazz?"

"How did you find me?"

"Short version?"

Keitaro loaded his weapon as a threat. [Y/n] eyes widen as he immediately began to speak. "Your victims, their skin. It was smooth, untouched, identical. Then it hit me. You chase them the way a butcher would, someone who was raised in a slaughter house. You were sent here when you were, what, twelve?" A ward of Japan?" He gestured around the room with his dominant hand. "This is where you were made."

Keitaro knitted his eyebrows together. "I was made?"

The [hair color(s)] haired male nodded his head.
"No ones born broken. Someone brakes us."

"How?"

"Put the gun down, I can tell you."

He watched as the male hesitantly placed his weapon onto the floor. "Okay. . That's good." Said [Y/n] with a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a sound of a gun shot echoed in the room.

The man known as Keitaro, fell to the floor as the other felt warm liquid splat his cheek.

"I got him! I got him!"

[Y/n] quickly shuffled towards Keitaro who lied on the floor lifeless.

"He put it down!" Shouted the profiler to his colleague.

The man smiled wickedly. "No, no, no, he didn't."

"You murdered him."

"I just killed a serial killer. I'm a damn hero!"

"A cold-blooded hero."

His colleague frowned at the statement and grabbed the collar of the male. "Don't get it twisted. I just saved your life, son." Something in [Y/n] snapped; he gave a direct hit to the older mans nose.

"I am not your son."

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"I get it. You don't punch your colleague. Even if it's not an official rule, it's definitely unspoken."

"It's both."

He looked down and played with his fingers.

"Akarui, this report is damning. You ignored protocol, intimated everyone who said no to you, and pissed off every cop between here and Osaka."

[Y/n] chuckled lightly. "All in all, that's, like, four good cops, so. . ."

The man in front of him sighed softly, tapping his pen against his desk. "We have sign-off from FID."

"You're fired."

[Y/n] immediately frowned upon the statement that was said. "What? Wait, Mr. Takei, I found Kageyama Keitaro. I-I saved those people."

"I'm sorry, Akarui. We're afraid your suffer from certain psychotic inclinations, not unlike your father. Your complex ptsd, the narcissistic tendency's." He gazed down at [Y/n's] hand, which was shaking like a rattle snakes tail.

"I mean, you ran in the slaughter house with zero regard for your own safety. Kato was very worried about you."

How much he wanted to snap. Of course he wasn't going to he admired Takei Katsuhiro. Or maybe, he did snap a little.

"Just so you know, No Genki, he's not a psychopath. He's a predatory sociopath. Not that you should know the difference. It's all your job!"

He gets up from his seat with a small frustrated groan.

"Next time you call someone crazy, ask for their gun first." He placed his gun on the desk before bowing and walked out the door.

"H-hey, [Y/n]? You okay?"

He turned around swiftly as a frown was present on his face. "No. I'm not, Haru." He walked up to him and placed his forehead against Haru's chest. "I just got fired. He didn't even move me to MCPTF. . ."

Haru gazed down at him. "Really? Why?" [Y/n] groaned lightly. "He blamed it on my mental and physical health." He clenched onto Haru's jacket as he whispered, "maybe. . . He thought that I'll end up like my father."

Haru frowned at that. No way [Y/n] would become like him. . . Right? He shook his head at the thought and patted [Y/n's] head.

"How about we go to that café place that you like to go. Maybe that'll make you feel better."

[Y/n] lifted his head up at him. "Yeah. Okay." He replied quit bluntly and grabbed Haru's hand, dragging him out the building.

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