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She was shaking, rocking her body back and forth. Her back was pressed against the wall, knees against her chest. She didn't sit on the chair, feeling trapped in.

With wide eyes, she glanced at the man and woman in front of her. They could see her panic. From the way her hands shook to the way sweat dribbled down her face. The girl was terrified.

Terrified, of what the outcome of this situation was. What if they would throw her into jail? She hadn't done anything. She would get all her members in trouble if they would throw her in jail. They had brought her on the Koban for a simple questioning.

The woman seemed friendly. Her eyes were worried as she crouched down onto the Chinese level. Hoping it would relax the girl a bit she placed a hand on her shoulder. Her partner just watched. Chialing yelped in pain, snuggling deeper into the blanket they had given her. She was completely wet and cold, understandable, since she was walking through the rain before.

"Your name is Chialing, right?" The woman's voice was soft and calm. The Chinese with Taiwanese origin nodded softly. She looked at the woman with a small smile ignoring her partner completely. The male was gruff. It all took too long for his liking. Yet he let his partner try and calm the girl.

"It is a beautiful name" she voiced. "My name's Yua." Suddenly, an idea came up. "Do you like music?" "Y— yes." "Tell me two songs you like and I'll play them." Chialing complied. Tokyo Drift by the Teryaki Boys and a Chinese child song.

As Yua played the child song, a small smile covered the younger girl's lips. Yua noticed. It was a good sign. "Did your okaa-san sing it to you?" "Y— yes, or my brother" she stuttered. Yua exchanged a glance with her partner. "Your brother is Wang Junhui, isn't he?" Again, the girl nodded, biting her lip. She was in pain but didn't want to tell the friendly detective. "Come on, let's settle down on the chairs." Yua helped Ling up, careful as to not hurt her. The small girl settled down.

A young male bursted into the room. Chialing got smaller, not glancing at anyone. She was scared and nervous. Her mind was racing as panic flooded her system. She knew that voice. Her breath went laboured and Yua's partner spoke before throwing the rookie out.

"I— you can't question me without a — a lawyer!" Her voice sounded shrill and Yua wondered what had happened in the girl's mind so fast. "You're no suspect" Yua voiced, mad at the interruption of the rookie. She would talk later to him. "I have rights!"

"Let her call her lawyer" Nakamoto Hiro voiced, tired of this. Yua sighed before she gave the girl her phone. She quickly dialed the familiar number.

Chialing spoke fast in Mandarin, so fast, that Yua couldn't even catch a word. The girl stopped talking for a short minute, before she seemed to thank the man on the other end sand terminated the call.

"Thank you" she whispered, giving Yua the phone back. Her partner suddenly slammed his hand on the desk, startling the girl. "Do you know anything about—" Before he could finish his sentence, tears had started trekking down Chialing's cheeks.

Sobs shook her body as Yua tried to calm the girl down. Hiro could slap himself. Chialing had just calmed down a bit, before the door was thrown open.

"I am Quian Renjun, Miss Wang's lawyer" the male said. He wore an expensive suit, smelled of cologne and money. Hiro glared at him. Renjun took in the state the girl was. "It is absolutely wrong to not let her call me immediately but to keep her for three hours before notifying me!"

"Renjun-San" Yua started, "she wanted to calm you just now." The male glared at her. "You should've offered a call immediately!" He crouched down onto Chialing's height. Both started talking in Chinese, well, the lawyer did and Ling murmured short answers.

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He waved at Junhui as the male crossed the street below him. Only as the oldest Wang sibling vanished from his view he took the médicaments. He had to tell the siblings soon. It would break their heart for sure.

They had talked for a bit about business, before Junhui informed Akito about the condition of his sister. Both siblings, which he knew and raised for an amount of their life.

The Japanese didn't hear them enter.
Cold steel pressed against his throat. This is how it ends. His mind was blank as blood spluttered onto white chrome. He heard faint footsteps. Akito's eyes found the picture of the siblings, which stood next to his small table.

They looked happy.
Junhui carried his younger sister on his back, both laughing hysterically. Chialing bore her school uniform. The picture showed her graduation, the Chinese smiling brightly. They were happy.

With their happiness in his mind he went to the big sleep.